Doctor's Dilemma

by Androgyne

I slow at the next corner and read the street sign. Primrose Road!I'm in what the locals call the "Flowerbeds" because there's a whole row of streets all named after flowers. Next one then, setting my indicator flashing I turn my people carrier into Tulip road then cruise slowly along looking to my left. I draw up outside number 33, pull on the handbrake after shutting off the engine, and climb out. Clicking my fob I alarm the car.

Not the best area of the city but the residents have made an effort. Houses freshly painted or stone clad, new hardwood or PVC windows and doors fitted, so the street certainly isn't run down. How the recession will affect this promising area is anyone's guess. I rap on the front door with the well polished brass knocker.

She must have been waiting almost in the doorway it opens so fast!Mrs Jennifer Dar nee Alison ushers me in.

"I'm sorry to call you out doctor but she's really not well and there's a rash starting. You hear so much about meningitis I got terrified."

"That's alright Mrs Dar that's what I'm here for, and my partners back at the centre too."

The house is small but as neat as a new pin, freshly decorated, nicely furnished; and not a thing out of place.

"Show me up to her room please and I'll take a look at her."

I follow this distressed mother up the stairs to Emily's room. The child's room reflects the downstairs decor and Emily lies beneath a duvet patterned with Harry Potter characters. She's propped up on a mound of fluffy pillows. Her mother tells her that doctor's here then steps outside. Too scared to stay but too scared to go far. She's waiting just outside the door.

There's a chair just besides the bed so I drop my bag and sit down.

"Well Emily what seems to be wrong with you then?"

She's a pretty little eleven year old but her face is flushed and she's got her eyes scrunched up.

"I'm hot doctor, my eyes are sore and I've got a rash."

Peeling down the duvet and sheet I ask her if I can pull up her nightdress. The rash is just forming but I immediately breathe out a sigh of relief.

I also suck in my breath at the sight of her nymphet's body. Christ! What's the matter with me lately? I'm already in an illegal relationship with my lover, the eleven years old Lucy, last night I fucked and then was fucked by twelve years of sexy and sluttish Britt and I'll be seeing her again for sure. Now I'm getting wet and turned on looking at a sick though obviously gorgeous kid.

I'm relieved though because she hasn't got meningitis! I check her eyes, they're reddened and have puss in their corners.

"Mrs Dar!Come in, Emily hasn't got meningitis she's contracted measles."

Jennifer's relieved and so happy she's bouncing.

"There's no treatment I can give her Jennifer. Keep the curtains pulled to rest her eyes and bathe them to clean the puss away. Plenty of fluids let her rest for a couple of days keep her isolated for about a week and she should be fine. You can sponge her down with cool water, cool not cold, if she complains of feeling too hot."

While I'm talking I pop the fever scan on Emily and watch the display. 101. 3, raised but not dangerously so.

"She's got a temperature Jennifer but it's not too high to worry about, she's young and healthy so she should throw it off soon. If she should get worse don't hesitate to call me. Didn't she have her MMR shots?"

She looks faintly embarrassed.

"She never had her booster Helen, Alim and I were worried when we read about the autism link so we didn't let her have it."

"Oh well Jennifer it's too late to worry about it now though the autism theory has been pretty well disproved by now."

Turning to the raven haired little doll in the bed I say my last words to her before leaving.

"Well Emily whether you like attending school or not you're having a week off now. I can't have you passing this on to your friends."

A relieved and grateful mother escorts me out. Unlocking my car I slide onto the driver's seat uncomfortably aware that Emily's naked body with its pert breasts and pretty little pussy has dampened my panties crotch. I could, I suppose, dig my vibrator from my shoulder bag and fuck my pussy but I'm certain I need more.

Besides, today I'm wearing trousers so that option would be a wee bit awkward to perform. As my age increases my sexual appetite seems to be growing greater. There's one immediate solution near to hand though and from the throbbing of my swelling clit I'll have to try it. Digging out my cell phone I speed dial the Oakside centre.

"Bernice, Helen Jaeger, I've finished my morning house calls and you can tell Dr Prentice that I've made those two visits for him. Mrs Bailey's fine and Mr Andrews has acute indigestion and constipation. I'll talk to Gerry Prentice about them when I return. I'll be back for afternoon surgery but I'm taking a lunch break now."

I'm in the right part of this district so I head of towards Gladstone Street praying she's in. Parking up just off the street I rap on 26a's door. All remains silent and I'm about to turn away disappointed and frustrated when I hear footsteps on the stairs. The lock turns and as the door swings open and there stands Katrina, if that's her real name.

I know she's older than my usual little lovers but she's so slight she seems even younger than her years and she's she's surely not even old enough to vote. From somewhere in eastern Europe she owns high Slavic cheekbones, short silky dark hair, olive skin; and a slender body. How she finished up here who can tell but if there's a niche then some-one will fill it. Katrina prostitutes herself with women and when my needs become unbearable I visit her and pay.

She's wearing a very short leather skirt, dark tights, and an emerald green silk blouse that is semi-transparent. No bra because her breasts are no larger than my lover Lucy's so those pointed nipples are clearly visible. She smiles invitingly at me.

"Are you free Katrina? Perhaps I should have called but I was in the area and came on chance."

"Always free for you doctor Helen, come up."

Behind the door is only a stairway that leads to her flat above the convenience store, closing the door I feel the old excitment. As she climbs the stairs I'm reduced to ogling her smooth legs and the glimpses of her skimpy underwear. Her flat is small but since my last visit the furnishings have changed to a better quality, perhaps reflecting her growing clientele.

"Business or pleasure doctor Helen?"

Her ravishing smile shows her white teeth and makes me dizzy with need.

"Both Katrina, are you still following my advice?"

"Your advice is always good doctor, my latest blood test results have just arrived but I haven't checked them yet."

She gestures to an envelope on the mantlepiece and nods me permission to open it. I skim the results and, as last time, she's fine and carrying no STD's or worse HIV/AIDS. Lesbians are low risk for either but Katrina's trade raises the risks and I can never rule out that she might have unprotected sex with a man. It's a chance that my growing, almost nymphomania, has opened me to.

I'm delighted to ease her mind and now she can ease my needs and desires.

"Now for the pleasure Katrina? Can you spare me an hour?"

"Always doctor, come with me."

I follow her into the small and dim bedroom undressing as I go, impatient to put out the fire burning between my thighs. As I unhook my bra and peel off my panties, moistened with pre-cum, Katrina watches from the doorway. Only when I'm sprawled naked on her bed does she begin to undress. As she sheds her blouse I take in those small breasts with their swelling nipples. Her skirt drops and hooking her thumbs into the wiastband she peels off her tights and her tiny thong. Her vulva is silky smooth and large, very pronounced, crowned with tight labia.

"What do you want doctor? What do you need?"

"Don't be gentle today Katrina, I want you to fuck me hot and hard."

Straddling my waist she reaches down and grasps my heavy breasts squeezing them hard enough to make me gasp. Dropping her head she bites one blood gorged nipple making me yelp, then, freeing one hand, she almost gouges my puffy and oozing labia. My clitoris floods with blood and pops out of its hood so I can feel the cool air on it as my juices stream from my slit.

"Katrina knows what my doctor wants."

Moving supplely backward on the bedspread she spreads her own thighs then forks them around mine and slithers forward till her firm and perfect labia, now dripping themselves, approach mine. Wriggling closer she grips my thigh then plasters herself against my cunt. Blazing heat and wetness flood my vagina as she humps herself madly against my crotch. Her eyes are hot and wild as she looses herself in the one thing I need. A fast and brutally hard orgasm.

Leaning back she thrusts harder and harder, braced with one hand on the mattress, my breaths are coming in ragged gasps as I hurtle towards my climax. I howl and thrash on the bed as the pressure mounts, somewhere, in the distance, I realise Katrina too is out of control. Through slitted eyes I see her clawing at her own breasts with one hand then I forget her as I cum.

Our pussies are plastered together but my squirt fountains out a spray of milky fluid as I writhe and spasm through this fantastic eruption.

Flat on my back and sobbing for air Katrina ruthlessly follows my instructions. Dabbling her fingers in the sticky white threads that smear my pussy and before I've even started to recover from my first orgasm she rolls me over and parts my rounded buttocks. Thrusting one and then two fingers past my sphincter then deep into my colon.

My arse is taking the hardest finger fucking I've had in years so I lurch up onto all fours, groaning, as her fingers; curved inside me; pound me into an amazing anal orgasm. My second cum is as hard and wet as my first as I collapse moaning in satisfaction.

I press the sheaf of notes into Katrina's hand, not her full fee but I wasn't expecting to come here today, she trusts me for the balance. Her doctor Helen is a helpful and valued client. She's sponged down our cum splattered bodies in her tiny bathroom and hooked my bra for me. My legs are unsteady but I'm sated until the next pretty little flower fires my desires.

As Katrina walks me to the door she kisses me lightly.

"I never see you cum like that before doctor, you made me cum hard. I don't often cum with my ladies but you're different. I'm always happy for you to see me again."

She kisses me again harder and deeper but for the moment I'm sated.

Back at the surgery there's one dark cloud on the horizon, Marion Francis has my last appointment of the day and I'll have to tell her that all those tests show nothing. I've given her the last one as I hope to spend a long time with her and see if I can uncover the reason for her causeless symptoms.

5.45pm. and Ms Francis enters my surgery, and, at my invitation, sit's down opposite me. She seems no better though little worse.

"Well Marion how are you today."

Her skin is sallow and tired looking while there are faint dark circles under her eyes.

"Not so good doctor, nothing sems to make any difference."

"Get undressed and let me take a look at you."

Once she's stripped to bra and briefs I do the usual checks that I've done with her recently and to no better purpose. Weighing her I see she's lost a couple more pounds and her formerly trim figure is now touching on gaunt.

"Get dressed and we'll talk Marion."

She sits opposite me and I decide to be brutally honest, nothing is helping so I've got to crack her open and find out what's eating away at her.

"Marion when you came to see me telling me you weren't sleeping or eating well I prescribed you some medication that I though would help you. When you came and told me you were no better, maybe worse, I arranged for you to have a number of obvious tests that all proved negative. After that I sent you to the hospital to see Mr Winston. Eric's an old friend of mine and certainly the best diagnostician I've ever encountered."

She's looking at me with an expression of dull resignation as if she's no hope or trust in doctors or the medical profession in general.

"Marion, Eric's carried out every test or scan I'd have considered if I was your consultant instead of your G. P. then he followed up with some new ones I'm only reading about in the medical journals."

In emphasis I tap the monitor screen of my computer.

"Every check he carried out is negative, all the results are in here and you should be fine. You're underweight and slightly anaemic but that's down to your lack of appetite and poor diet and there's no reason for that either.

"I've terrible indigestion doctor."

I cut her off quickly.

"The gastroscope showed absolutely no stomach problem Marion; whatever's wrong with you isn't physical. I'll stake my career on that!There's something on your mind and you need to talk about it."

Taking her hands in mine I squeeze them reassuringly.

"Marion a doctor's surgery shares something with a priest's confessional and a lawyer's consultation with their client. Complete confidentiality!Anything you tell me here will never be heard outside this room, not even by my fellow doctors here at Oakside centre. If you open up to me I may be able to help, if not I just have to keep on prescribing to relieve your symptoms but things can only get worse."

Just for a moment I think I've failed to get through to her and her fear and resignation will win but slowly a single tear wells up in one eye and her lip trembles. Telling me that she's about to unburden herself. She doesn't look me in the eye but she starts to talk.

"Do you know what my job is doctor?"

"You're employed by the local authorities Marion; I'm not certain what you do though."

"I'm a social worker doctor, I visit homes to check on at risk children, how bad a job is that for some-one who's begun to have strong feelings for young girls?"

I'm stunned though I shouldn't be; Oakside is a big and brand new health centre. We have a lot of doctors, partners and short term trainee G. P's. We also have a full compliment of nurses and office staff. All this to deal with a very large panel of patients so I suppose it's inevitable that I'd encounter a patient who feels the same urges and temptations that I do. Unfortunately Marion is fighting the lure and her health is suffering from the stress.

"I must be sick in the head doctor, there must be something wrong with me, I'm a pervert. What do you do now? Tell me that I should be ashamed of myself?"

"NO."

I almost yell it in an attempt to stop her demeaning herself any further.

"Why are you saying things like this Marion? Stop hurting yourself."

"It's against the law doctor, if I follow my feelings I can finish up in prison."

I'm still holding her hands so I squeeze harder and decide to take a huge chance. How can I live like I do and leave her to fall apart? My chances of keeping my secrets are getting slimmer every day but I won't let her suffer alone.

"Just because something's illegal doesn't mean it's wrong Marion. I feel the same temptations as you do and I've indulged them. I can help you, honestly I can. I want you to go home and rest, try to eat something light, soup perhaps; and then try to get some sleep. I'll be in touch and I do have a way of helping you. Trust me!"

For the first time in months I can feel the tension ease in her, she's told me the truth and things will be better for her soon. I have a plan, another high risk strategy, but it will be worth it if it helps her. When she leaves she at last looks visibly brighter.

My own tension is eased , or perhaps increased , though in the right way; as I lean back in my swivel chair and my cell phone rings. I recognise the anxious tone instantly.

"Doctor it's Britt. You said you wanted to see me again and to ring you this week. Has anything changed?"

I can hear the lonlines and uncertainty in her voice and I think the two of us need each other badly tonight.

"Yes Britt I can't wait to see you again. Do you want me to come and pick you up? I'll be finished here any minute."

"I'm not sure when I'll be able to sneak away doctor, give me your address and I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Do you know Arden Crescent Britt? There's a big building there called Argyll House, it's been split up into apartments. Mine is number three, just press the button and tell me you've arrived. And Britt, you must start calling me Helen not doctor, you're more to me than a patient."

There I've committed myself!Now it's Britt as well as Lucy I'm entangled with.

Once home I shower and slip into a thigh length satin robe then take the chicken salad I'd left in my fridge through into my lounge. I wash it down with a glass of white wine then wait for Britt as nervously as a teenager on her first date. I'm just begining to think that she's not been able to get away when the intercom buzzes.

"Helen its Britt, I'm here, can I come up?"

I press the button that opens the outside door.

"The front door's open now Britt, the lift's on your left, press three; I'll be waiting at my door."

When she walks through my open door I can see immediately that her cheek is grazed and a small bruise is darkening under her eye.

"What happened love? Who hit you?"

She shrugs as if it's not important.

"Mum's got a new boyfriend, he gets nasty when he's been drinking, they won't miss me tonight though; they were both drunk and fighting in her bedroom when I sneaked out."

Sitting her down on my settee I clean the graze with antiseptic; there's nothing I can do about the bruising. Now it's time for a serious talk before the bedroom calls us both. Taking her hands in mine I begin to explain how things can be.

"Britt what we did together in my car was amazing, you're terrifically sexy and I want you badly but you have to know something. I have a lover just a little younger than you are, are you willing to share me with her? You realise that what we are doing is illegal, I don't believe it's wrong but it's against the law and you'll have to be very careful so that nobody ever finds out about us. Can you agree to those two things?"

Her red, bee stung lips, are pursed as she nods.

"Yes Helen I want you too and whoever your girl is I can share you with her."

That's all I need to hear, standing I take her hand and lead her into my bedroom. The room is dimly lit and scented with sandalwood. Crossing to my bed I loose the tie of my robe, shedding it I allow Britt to see me naked for the first time. At fifty my body is still firm and attractive. I'm short and voluptuous, fair skinned, and my once blond hair is now iron grey and clipped into a short brush cut. I shave my vulva, never did like a tangled bush down there.

Sprawling on my bed I grant Britt a clear view of my labia, already heavily dewed with the pre-cum of my sexual arousal. As Britt begins to remove her trashy pre-teen fashions I absently consider that I have much better outfits for her in my spare bedroom. Bought for then abandoned as my earlier little lolitas moved on.

Then I forget almost everything as she removes her last scrap of clothing, her small panties that are dampened at the crotch, evidence that she is as excited as I am. Her large nipples are hard and swollen and I take in her curves. Belly, thighs, and buttocks; all gleam in the faint lamp light. Her pudenda shows a slight growth of silky hair, not too thick but she'll soon learn that I love a baby smooth pussy under my lips and tongue. Then she's with me on the bed and in my arms.

With my hands tangled in her long blond hair we simply kiss for a long time. Deep kisses that probe each others mouths, tongues, and lips. Then as our excitment grows I caress her breasts and the soft skin of her belly and thighs; sliding my hands around to cup her smooth buttocks. Britt's breathing hard and her fair skinned face is flushed.

"Make me cum Helen I can't wait any longer."

Obedient to her desires I slither down her body till my face is just above her sopping pussy. My thumbs peel back her blood swollen labia and I gently let the full width of my tongue slide over them. Britt's whole body shakes and trembles as I move up one side then down the other, until, sensing her growing need, I stiffen my tongue then stab it deep into her flooded canal.

In the privacy of my bedroom she has no need for silence or restraint and screams shrilly as I rotate it inside her so in turn it touches all parts of her silky inner flesh. She's writhing under my mouth and my hands are locked on her generous hips. Then I move to give her the release she's desparate for. As I lick and flick her erect clitoris with my lips and tongue Britt orgasms hugely. Her cream floods my mouth and soaks my face as her thighs lock around my head.

Bringing her gently down I caress her body softly and gently until she recognises my needs are becoming all too hot. Britt rolls me onto my back and pushes my thighs apart while raising my knees, slipping her arms under them then reaching across to my seeping crease. Her mouth sucks on my labia as she plunges three fingers inside me and reams my throbbing flesh. I feel my climax roaring through me higher and higher as she expertly eats me and fingers me to a frantic explosion.

When my body erupts I squirt my cream into her willing mouth and over her pretty face.

Now she's hot again herself and mounts my thigh with her lubricated pussy and slides back and forth on my smooth skin. She leaves a trail of her satiny juices as she shifts back and forth, kneading her breasts with her own hands until she howls as she cums on my thigh then crumples forward onto my heated body.

Things are not yet done. She'll drive me insane one more time. On my hands and knees Britt goes at my tender labia and my clit from behind with lips and tongue as she forces two fingers past my sphincter and deep within my rear passage. My scream, as I achieve one more massive and thigh soaking orgasm, shakes the room. Then the only sound is the laboured breathing of me and my wonderful young lover.

Much later Britt and I lie in a tangle of cum splattered limbs; she sleeps peacefully with a faint and sated smile on her lips. She's found a haven for tonight, no returning to her drunken mother and her violent partner. My body glows with a glorious feeling of complete sexual satisfaction. I still have no idea where Britt became such a consumate and experienced lover of women at so early an age but I mean to find out.

The doctor's dilemma is which of my child lovers do I want more? The answer of course is simple. I want both of them equally!

It seems amazing that after today I'm already anticipating the arrival of Lucy in my surgery tomorrow. And the thought that she'll be sharing my apartment and my bed while her mother enters hospital for her knee operation is swiftly exciting me all over again. I'm truly becoming insatiable it appears.

The further thought of myself and Lucy with Britt promises a whole new level of pasion and sexual enjoyment. But for now I must stop thinking of myself and consider what I intend for the frustrated Marion Francis. I know just where to get what she needs!

TO BE CONTINUED IN "STRONG MEDICINE"

Lucy visits Helen's surgery and they enjoy the consultation. Helen arranges a special treatment for the desperate Marion. Lucy and Britt visit Helen's apartment together and meet for the first time.