10.45 Appointment

by Androgyne

I click my mouse and the laser printer buzzes and chatters as it fires out its strip of paper. Reaching down I tear it off along the line of perforations, and, straightening up, hand it to the thickset man sitting across from my desk.

"Right Mr Baron this prescription is for a combined anti-inflamatory and pain killer. One capsule twice a day, morning and evening. These should help while I arrange for you to have a scan on your lower back. You'll get a letter in the post in the next week to confirm an appointment."

Rising gingerly from his chair he grins at me.

"Thanks doc my back's been giving me gyp and it's getting worse not better."

"Remember Mr Baron you do a hard and heavy job and you've been doing it for a long time. Wear and tear is inevitable after all these years but we'll sort it out for you."

He waves goodbye to me and leaves my surgery. Moving to another window on my computer monitor I see my next appointment isn't till 10.45 and it's barely 10.30 yet. Simple straightforward consultations this morning and I've dealt with them quickly and gained a little leeway.

I pop into the small room off my surgery and a couple of minutes later I'm re-seated in my swivel chair at my desk. My next patient is Miss lucy Connolly, early but I move the cursor onto her name and click on it. Outside, in the waiting room, an LED display will be reading "Miss Lucy Connolly for doctor Helen Jaeger in room 6".

Shortly after there is a firm rap on my door.

"Come in please."

The door opens and closes and Lucy crosses the room to my desk. Smoothing down my white coat and dabbing at my hair I look her over.

"Please sit Lucy."

She settles in the patients chair, knees pressed neatly together, her school uniform is immaculate. Brightly shined lace up shoes, white knee length stockings, short pleated kilt; crisply ironed white blouse topped by her school blazer.

"Well Lucy how are things now? Did the cream do the job? Your mother was quite concerned about the rash but I see you're on your own today."

Her smile shows her braces as she chatters happily to me.

"Yes thank you doctor it's cleared up completely, mum has to be at work today but she said to thank you so much for sorting it out."

Standing I cross to the examination couch across the room, tugging down the long cylinder of quilted paper that sits on a roller at the angled back support so the whole couch is covered.

"Come over here Lucy and undress, I'd like to examine you to make sure things have cleared up completely."

As she primly trots over to the couch I walk over to my surgery door and snip on the lock. Some of the staff at my health centre have an annoying habit of rapping on my door then walking straight in. Many patients are unhappy about a clerk seeing them naked or semi-naked while it's fine for their doctor to do so.

When I turn back Lucy has settled down easily on the couch clad only in those shoes and stockings. I gaze down at her nude body.

She's barely 12 but already her figure is developing nicely. her breasts are small and pear shaped, tipped with sharply pointed rose- brown nipples. Her belly is flat and her legs are long and smooth muscled. I peer through my specs at the cause of her medical problem these last few weeks. Her proud and silk smooth vulva.

"Well Lucy you're right, the rash has healed up completely. I never mentioned to your mother what caused it but as I told you it was a simple allergy to what you were using when you shaved your vulva."

She smiles a secretive smile for me.

"Thanks Helen but you know I hated having hair growing on my pussy, thanks for giving me that non-allergenic gel so I can keep things clean down there."

"Perhaps I'd better just give you one more check over Lucy."

Bending forward I trail my fingers across the tightly crinkled folds of her labia and as I do her slender arm hooks around my neck and draws my mouth down to hers. my lips press against her soft mouth which opens to allow my tongue to spear inside and wrap itself around hers.

My fingers probe the spongy flesh of her outer labia and I can feel the juices flowing freely from her now slightly pouting cleft. The paper sheet beneath her is already sodden with a pool of her creamy pussy juice. I dig my fingers further inside her hot canal as her head rocks back and forth on the padded head rest while her breaths come in quick gulps.

"Make me cum Helen! Make me cum fast. I've been waiting for this for too long."

Tearing my lips away from hers I lunge for one hard nippled breast and bite down fiercely on one blood gorged nipple. Tomorrow her pale skin will show a mark of my passion. Almost un-noticed her fingers have been busily fumbling with the buttons of my white coat. As she frees the last button and pushes back the lapels it slides to the floor leaving me stark naked.

My brief visit to my small changing room was to shed the rest of my clothes so I could be ready for the visit of my tween lover.

My mind flickers back to the day, months ago now, when I gave Lucy her first internal examination. She'd begged her mother to remain in the waiting room to spare her blushes, or so she'd claimed. Her slender legs hooked into the stirrups I inserted my gloved and lubricated fingers into her tight little vagina.

Her face flushed, her nipples puckered and hardened as I watched, then to my amazment she thrust her hips forward against my fingers then moaned aloud. Seconds later she orgasmed violently as her pussy juices exploded around my fingers and my own desires erupted along with her.

Her shrill howl seemed to reverberate around the room but I was lost in my own sex maddened world. I shed my clothes in a storm, and, freeing her legs from the cold steel clamps eased her down to the floor. I made to part her silky thighs but Lucy had anticipated me and spread them herself. Sprawling back she offered her cum splattered sex to me.

I mounted her and thrusting my cleft against hers I plastered my sopping labia onto hers, grinding our wet cunts against each others. I was so aroused I immediately lost control and my orgasm met Lucy's in a squirt of hot, white juice from both our pulsing pussies. I had found my latest child lover or perhaps Lucy had found me and an outlet for her desperate needs.

In our post coital moments she confessed that she had long badly wanted to touch me and share her body with me. Her slim and barely rounded girl's body and my short and voluptuous form seem to have found their perfect mate in each other.

I have always taken my pleasures with the ladies. I don't hate or dislike men, I've had cock but a woman's lips and tongue drive me to places no man can take me, but I remember well the day it all changed for me.

I was on-call to a social services home and was asked to do a physical on a "problem" in care child. I'll never forget her name, face, or body. Josette Powell was almost 11, ebony black, and as thin as a reed. My task was to check her for signs of physical or sexual abuse. In the silent examination room I asked her to undress so I could check her out and the story that a foster mother might have indecently assaulted her.

She didn't even step behind the screen to strip and her short skirt, tee shirt, and cotton panties disappeared in no time before she stretched out on the couch. She was as flat chested as a boy but her elongated nipples and generous crease showed she was no boy. As I looked at her I felt a sharp pang of passion and for the first time as an adult I gazed at a child as an object of sexual desire.

Josette solved the problem for me, as I leaned over her, one small hand clasped my heavy breast, kneading it and teasing my swelling nipple. I hardly recall how it happened but soon I lay supine as her small mouth burrowed between my thighs and her tongue and lips brought me to a climax the like I'd never experienced before.

When she took her turn and I ate her tight pussy she moaned and clawed at my back as wild cums sent her into a paroxsysm of delight and my face was drenched with her satiny cum cream. My report showed no abuse and some foster mother, somewhere, escaped punishment for succumbing, like I did, to Josette's heated body with its adult desires.

Since that day only the young ones satisfy my appetites and needs. Not too young, around 10 or 11, by perhaps 14 their attraction is fading except in rare cases. Some of my girls I slowly seduced. Some, surprisingly sophisticated for their age, openly told me what they wanted from me. While a few, like Lucy, simply sexually exploded when we encountered each other the first time.

Back in the present I focus my mind on the fevered body that wriggles and writhes as my fingers plumb the depths of her wide stretched vaginal canal. Her outer labia are peeled back and I can see the tight inner lips are flooded with her free running juice. At the top of her cleft her small but engorged clitoris button has slid out of its sheath so I take it between my lips and tongue it hard.

Her slim body convulses and bends like a bow, her weight is taken on her shoulders and the soles of her feet as my tiny lover climaxes hugely. My surgery is furthest away from the rest of the buildings staff for which I'm thankful as Lucy's howls echo around the room. No words, just throat straining screams of ecstacy and sexual release.

Lightly kissing and caressing her exhausted body I listen to the sounds of her heavy breathing while my own body screams for the mindless bliss that she'll soon give me.

With the amazing resilience of youth Lucy recovers with speed and rolls lithely from the couch to stand behind me as I grasp the frame of the couch in an iron grip while spreading my thighs wide apart. Placing the palm of her hand flat on my back she pushes me face down on the couch then her free hand moves.

Her fingers probe my throbbing crack and enter deep inside me. Four fingers, then with a firm thrust her whole hand pushes into my vagina, wrist deep, then she stands behind me fisting me with all her strength. Deep groans are torn from my throat as my entire body is wracked with pleasure and when I cum I squirt my cream around her slender wrist before sinking to my knees, dazed by my massive orgasm.

Spent? Exhausted? Drained of desire? No! Minutes later my young darling and I are settled on the couch and locked into a frantic 69er. Lucy's face is buried between my thighs eating my pussy, darts of fire burn inside me as her tongue probes deeper inside my canal than I would have believed possible.

My palms cup her firm buttocks while the tip of my tongue flirts first with the rose-brown pucker of her sphincter then forces itself into her anal passage. All this while my finger tip rubs roughly against her bloated clit button. When I force three fingers into her pussy, stretching it wide then wider, we cum simultaneously.

We drench each others faces with pussy juice as we shudder and writhe in wild abandonment. I'd make love with her for hours. No I'll tell the truth, I'd fuck with her for hours but our too brief time together is almost up again.

"You'll have to go soon Lucy love. I've more patients to see soon."

Barely three quarters of an hour to quench our passion is all too short and it's tormenting us both. Lucy is pressed against me nuzzling my tender breasts.

"I can't stand this Helen I want more! I want to go home with you, sleep alongside you. I need more time loving you."

She's right! We both need more. Lightly kissing her neck and stroking her sweat matted hair I throw her the only crumb of comfort I can.

"I'm going to make an appointment for you next week Lucy. Tell your mother I'm looking into your allergies. We can have another short time with each other. I've got to think of a way we can have more time together but you have to remember if it ever comes out about us I loose my career and go to gaol and you'll never see me again. Ever!"

She's dressing slowly now and winces at my words but she knows I'm telling the truth. Society comdemns what we do together even though we do nothing we both don't want and love to do with each other. She leaves me with a long and lingering glance and a kiss on my lips that rocks me to my core. There's been other girls but Lucy has me in an iron grip.

In the few minutes remaining I sponge away the drying splatter of pussy juice and hope that no-one examines Lucy too closely as she goes home, or to school whichever it's going to be. Quickly I spray the surgery with an aerosol to kill the scent of stale sex then click my mouse on the name of my 11.15 appointment.

The plump figure of Beryl Simmons seats herself opposite me.

"You wanted to check my blood pressure again doctor, you were worried last time how high it was for a woman of my age."

She's right! For a woman barely thirty her pressure is way too high and I slip the cuff around her bicep and start things cycling. I can solve Beryl's trouble but my main focus is on a slender schoolgirl and our raging passion for each other. I must have more time with my tween lover and I will. There is no doubt in my mind about that but how will I achieve it?