Strong Medicine

by Androgyne

I envisage one more chapter to bring the Helen Jaeger series to an end. Being a big softie I intend to get as close to a "And they all lived happily ever after" conclusion as is possible. There's enough misery in this world without writing a sad and heart-breaking finish to the saga.

It’s the first pale light round the edge of the curtains that wakes me, glancing at my bedside alarm I see the glowing figures spell out 5.43 a.m. A warm and soft body is laying spoon fashion against me, her soft rump tucked into my groin. Britt sleeps like a baby! I try to move without disturbing her but it seems practically impossible. We’re so plastered with dried pussy juice we’re almost glued together.

Last night was memorable, two major cums each, waking together to repeat the process and fuck each other into exhaustion. In the interval between sleeps though I’ve learnt something. Sex with Britt is fantastic but she’s craves affection, after making love she likes to cuddle and is happy for my occasional little light kisses to her neck or cheeks.

I’ve found something else as well during our warm moments after our orgasms. She’s not a dummy! Handicapped by her upbringing and her awful parent she’s got a bright incisive mind that needs to be tested and stretched and my lover or not I’m determined to try to improve her lot in life.

Kissing the nape of her neck I softly urge her to wake.

“Come on Britt it’s early but we need to make a start, lots to do.”

She mumbles and snuggles deeper under the duvet and closer to me. I’m a fifty year old G.P. but I’m feeling happy and girlish lately so I put my lips against the soft skin of Britt’s neck and blow an enormous raspberry that brings her awake to the sound of my giggles.

“Oh Helen what time is it? It’s barely light outside. Why have you woken me up so early?”

“Lots to do honey! I’ve got to get you to school and you can’t go in those clothes you were wearing last night, also I don’t want you going home unless you have to after your mum’s boyfriend smacking you last night.”

The graze on her cheek is barely noticeable but the bruise under her eye is darkening, nothing I can’t disguise with a little skilfully applied make up but the last thing she needs to do is walk in on her hung-over or drugged mother and her latest boyfriend. First we need to get cleaned up.

I am in a bubbly mood this morning so I roust a sluggish Britt out of her warm nest and propel her, in front of me, towards my bathroom. On the way landing an affectionate slap on Britt’s rounded white rump. Inside the chrome and glass shower cabinet I restrain the still flickering embers of desire and scrub myself and Britt clean of last nights splatter of sticky pussy cream.

Before we move out of the bathroom I do perform one mildly erotic act on Britt. I shave her proud vulva silk smooth, removing the faint wisps of silky pubic hair that are beginning to appear on her satiny skin. I do it because I love the feel of baby smooth skin under my tongue and lips but Britt seems totally satisfied by both my actions and the finished result.

Breakfast follows, Britt is a bowl of cereal and half a round of toast kid but after last night’s athletic sex I’m ravenous. Three rashers of bacon, grilled tomatoes, three rounds of toast and two mugs of tea fuel me for the day ahead then it’s time to kit Britt out for a day at school. Not a huge problem because my spare bedroom has a wardrobe full of clothes purchased for my previous little flowers. Though Britt hardly qualifies as a delicate bloom!

A pair of my briefs and a bra of mine start the job; Britt is a well developed girl for a pre-teen. I find a clean, white, shirt; that is only slightly tight on her large breasts and a short; navy blue skirt that can pass as school uniform. A blue sleeveless pullover and a black, cotton, zip jacket; almost complete the set. Digging into the back of a drawer I unearth a pair of lace up shoes and a pair of blue knee socks.

Britt will pass muster at school but can I keep her away from her home until tonight when her mother’s bender should have worn off?

“Britt do you really need to go home for anything? If not I’ll run you to school on my way to work, if you have to go home I’ll park outside and if your mum’s guy starts on you get outside and I’ll drive you away.”

“No problem Helen, all my school stuff’s in my locker at school, mum won’t even know I never came home she’ll be sleeping it off with Mike. Drop me at my friend Liz’s and I’ll walk to school with her.

When Britt waves at me and walks up the garden path towards Liz’s front door she looks like a credit to her school. As I drive away I consider that I now have two problems that require strong medicine to cure. Britt’s parental situation has to be looked into soon before she gets harmed physically or psychologically. The other one is Marion Francis’s dilemma which I can help with if she’s willing to take the chance I’m going to offer her at no small effort from myself.

This morning I’m on home visits so I’ve arranged the last one to be Marion’s. She’s taken a week’s holiday while waiting for me to call. I collect my list of addresses to call at from Bernice the practice manageress then take to the road. My morning’s good mood is not dented by my patients; most of my calls are to older ladies and gentlemen who feel they can’t call at the surgery. Most of them have chronic conditions caused by age but none of them need hospitalization. Most respond immediately to doctor’s arrival by cheering up.

It’s sad but isolation and loneliness cause as many problems as actual diseases. Marion’s is none of the above but real all the same so when she opens her front door I look her over without making it obvious. She looks a little better; the tension lines have faded a little and the dark circles under her eyes are not as pronounced. She’s eager to hear what my solution to her stress is but first I question her.

“How are you feeling Marion?”

We’re sitting facing each other in her rear living room.

“How’s your appetite and are you sleeping any better?”

Her smile is weak but at least it’s there, it’s a long time since I’ve seen her smile.

“A little better Dr, I’m getting around five or six hours now and my stomach upsets have eased, I’ve got something of an appetite back. Not as it should be but better than it was for sure. It’s down to your promise you can help me; have you thought about it?”

This is delicate but there’s no two ways about it, either she follows my advice or she’ll be back to being caught between her desires and her fears.

“Marion you know the root of your problem, you’re having strong feelings of physical, no let’s be blunt; sexual attraction to young girls. I think you’re not afraid you’ll like it if you try it I believe you’re afraid that you’ll feel you’ve done something terrible afterwards and you’ll be eaten away both ways. Scared not to or hating yourself if you do.”

“Then what’s the solution Dr, It doesn’t seem there’s any way out for me?”

“Marion if I introduced you to a young girl who is totally committed to a lesbian way of life and she wanted to and did make love with you then you’d know she had absolutely no regrets or reservations so you couldn’t blame yourself for going ahead with it. If you find after it wasn’t what you thought it would be then I’m almost certain that you won’t be tortured again. If it turns out to be what it is for me then I can guide you in how to live the way I do. Discreetly and carefully but with a chance of a happy life.”

She’s so desperate I think she’d jump at whatever slender hope I hold out to her so she agrees to be guided by me. Now it’s up to me to make the connection for her. First I call Oakside to tell them I’m taking my lunch break and I’ll be back at the surgery later, next I phone an old friend of mine! When the handset is picked up I hear a voice I don’t recognise.

“Castlegate House, Ella speaking how can I help you?”

“Dr Helen Jaeger here I’d like to speak to Iris Fallon please?”

“One moment please I’ll put her on.”

Now I hear Iris’s familiar voice so I proceed with caution.

“Iris I need a big favour so I can help some-one who really needs a major problem solving. I don’t want to talk on the phone; can you meet me for a coffee? That Starbucks just down the road from you in ten minutes?”

“Helen you’re an old friend and I owe you big time for so many things, see you in ten minutes!”

Iris is more than an old friend she’s an old lover, then a friend, then a lover again and so on. We just sort of gravitate together from time to time and enjoy our company and excellent sex. I park up around the corner and find Iris is already waiting for me and also waiting for me is a medium Latte and an almond croissant. Once seated I sip my coffee and get straight down to brass tacks.

“Iris I’ve got a patient who’s tearing herself apart, she thinks she wants to join our team, she’s feeling the tug of the flower petals but she’s scared. Is Fiona Marsh still with you?”

Iris cocks her head on one side and smiles. I supposed casual observers could think we’re sisters, same age bracket, both short, both curvy and well preserved for our age. My hair went prematurely grey while Iris is still a natural blond but we resemble each other though we don’t share a bloodline.

“Of course she’s still with us Helen, she’s certainly not suitable for adoption or fostering. When she was first fostered, before we really understood how things are with her, she seduced the foster mother and both of her daughters in no time. I’m afraid she’ll be at Castlegate until she’s an adult in law. I’m not certain what will happen then, once she leaves us she’s entitled to make love to any woman who doesn’t object to that.”

“Iris she’d be the ideal girl for my patient to meet and learn from and from my meetings with Fiona when I was on call as medic at Castlegate I’m certain she’ll take Marion gently where she needs to go.”

Iris ponders a while.

“It might be a good thing for Fiona too; we’ve barely managed to keep the lid on a couple of incidents involving staff at Castlegate. Both the ladies fell for Fiona but I managed to get them transferred without an official enquiry ever taking place. I couldn’t blame the ladies, I’d warned them about her but they didn’t know her as well as we do. You kept your hands off her Helen and that’s hard for any of us, we were bloody heroes not to give in.”

I snort then giggle a little.

“Iris I was with Clare at the time and that little lady gave me all I could handle. What a pity her family moved out of the city! Well is it possible and practicable? Can I bring Marion to visit Fiona?

Iris flashes me a conspirator’s grin and nods.

“Why the hell not? We’ll be discreet and it’ll be good for young Fiona and you think it’ll be good for this lady of yours, Marion? I’ll ring when to bring her.”

More progress but now for my reward! Lucy has an afternoon appointment at my surgery, supposedly for allergy tests, but she’s my only patient this afternoon so we have lots of time for loving. But I have one tricky question to raise with her. Back at Oakside, the health centre I work out of, I find our practice manager; Bernice; has a half day off so I lay the ground with Hazel her deputy.

“Hazel I’ve no normal surgery this afternoon just young Lucy Connolly coming in so I can make some allergy tests to see what kicked off that nasty rash she developed. I’ll be available if any emergencies arise but that’s all, no taking any patients who arrive without appointments.”

“Fine doctor I’ll tell the girls not to bother you unless it’s desperately urgent.”

I’ve got things ready in my surgery barely in time for Lucy to arrive. My usual symptoms arrive at the same time. My heart begins to race, I feel a flush spreading across my cheeks, and my ever-ready pussy gets warm and damp while my small clit swells out of its sheath.

Let me describe Lucy, my young lover, in some detail. She’s getting taller now as a growth spurt hits her. Soon she’ll be as tall as I am! She’s slender though the first curves of womanhood are showing now, like her mother she has a wonderful creamy skin texture and silky black hair which she wears short and cut to the shape of her head. Her eyes are green and tilted like a cat’s. At twelve she has a presence to her that many an adult might envy.

As always she’s locked the door behind her and throwing aside her usual grave and controlled behaviour she skips across to me, taking my face between the palms of her hands she leans forward and kisses me slowly and sensuously on my parted lips. Her tongue enters my mouth and flirts delicately with mine. Breaking her passionate embrace she’s bubbly when she speaks.

“Oh Helen mum told me what you’ve said you’ll do. I’m to stay with you the whole time mum’s in hospital having her knee operation and recovering. I’ve waited for us to be together for so long.”

Her face is radiant but there’s the delicate matter I have to decide with her.

“Lucy I’m so happy for you but there’s something we have to discuss. Remember when I told you that you were free to find yourself a girlfriend if you needed to because we can’t be together as much as we’d like? You agreed I could have some-one too because I have needs just like you do. Well there’s a girl, Britt, you’ll like her I’m certain. She said she’s willing to share me with you and she needs love and affection, her home life’s horrible. Are you willing to make a place for Britt with you and me?”

Another girl might be suddenly jealous and rage or storm out. Lucy stands deep in thought, pondering seriously. At last she nods.

“If you say she’s a nice girl and needs us then I’m happy Helen.”

Then her smile’s back.

“Now I want to make love with you Helen.”

As she slowly removes her school uniform I show her the surprise I’ve readied for her. On the floor, in the small room off my surgery, I’ve laid an inflatable mattress. No writhing on the cold floor or the narrow confines of the examination couch.

Her body is pristine! Small breasts tipped with hard looking pink nipples, narrow waist that flares lightly out to rounded buttocks and her perfect little pussy! Shaved smooth as silk with tightly clamped labia.

Her clothes are carefully folded but mine are scattered on the floor as I burn to touch her satiny body. I sprawl on the soft cover of the mattress and Lucy surprises me.

“Lay back Helen I want to do it all for you, I want to make you cum to show you how much I want and need you.”

Supine I feel the heat of her body on mine, my nipples are like stones and my labia are gaping slightly as seepage of my creamy juices trickles from me. As Lucy moves to satisfy me. I pull her face close to my lips.

“Don’t go slow darling make me cum hard and fast. Fuck me Lucy I can’t wait.”

Her mouth drops to one bloated nipple and her sharp teeth bites a circle of tiny nipping love bites in a circle around the aureole. One hand takes the other breast and kneads it hard. Her other hand moves between my thighs almost gouging at my tender and soaking flesh. My body flinches though it’s a flinch of ecstasy and I suck in a hard gulp of air. Lucy kisses my mouth, my eyes, and the lobes of my ears and the column of my neck while her hands roam over my body caressing, stroking, and pinching just enough to have me wriggling beneath her.

Her breasts are rubbing against my larger globes as she forces a slender knee between my thighs and thrusts it hard against my dripping crease. She gives me just what I want; a quick and ruthless climax. A lightning orgasm blasts through me as I try to stifle a shattering scream that echoes around this small room.

Before I’ve even begun to recover from this explosive cum her hand is probing my juice smeared crotch. Her fingers move inside my parted labia, two, three, and four; and then she’s easing her hand inside me. My cunt is locked around her narrow wrist; I clamp my vaginal muscles on her hand and savour the heat and wetness as she fists me furiously.

I arch my body and grit my teeth as she drives me higher and harder towards the peak of passion. I gaze on her face; her expression tells me she has one thought. To satisfy my desires totally. I’m trying to hold back this time but it’s hopeless, I feel the pressure deep inside me building to volcanic levels as my head flails back and forth. My squirt, as I cum, is muffled by Lucy’s wrist but beads of cum cream spurt from where my labia are plastered against her flesh.

I’m soaked with sweat and gulping for air as Lucy eases her hand from my gaping pussy and licks my cream from it. Her turn next once I’ve gathered my strength and I’ll try to make it as good as the sex she’s just given me.

Wrapping my arms around her I roll her under me, straddling her narrow waist, then sucking hard on her small nipples till she shudders with pleasure as I flick them with my tongue then bite hard enough to make her groan though not in pain. Kissing my way down her body I pause at her perfect navel and let my tongue flirt with it briefly before continuing the inexorable path towards her taut and now dewy labia.

Slipping my hands beneath her silky buttocks I raise her slightly so my lips and tongue can probe the soft flesh of her perfect little sex. Taking her taut labia between my lips I tug gently on then while my tongue caresses them slowly and with all my skill as a lover. Lucy’s breathing harder now, sucking in harsh gulps of air as her slim body reacts to my expert arousal.

As I drive my tongue deeper inside her I feel her body first stiffen and then begin to tremble but I’m not going to rush her to an orgasm so quickly. Time now for my fingers to come into play. I slide two, curved a little, into her now oozing softness then slowly start to work them in and out as my mouth makes slow love to her perfect pussy. With agonising slowness I raise her to a peak of excitement and she’s loosing control, making noises and talking, almost unconsciously; as I give her the gift of a perfect climax.

“Uhnn! Uh Uh Uh, Oh god now! Now! NOW!”

Her hips thrust up at my mouth and fingers as she explodes into a massive, writhing, series of cums that has her head whipping back and forth on her slender neck while her body arches. I content myself with the sudden flow of her sweet and creamy juices that flood my mouth as I lick and suck fast and hard to completely drain and sate my young lover. At last she lies supine and exhausted; her appetites satisfied if only for a short time.

I raise my face from the triangle of her thighs, I’m smeared and stained with the sticky threads of her young cum cream as I lower my face to hers and kiss her slowly and with controlled passion.

“I hope that was wonderful for you Lucy! Remember soon we’ll have more time and privacy to make love in comfort soon.”

For a moment she looks up at me then, though I’m a doctor and shouldn’t be surprised by the sheer resilience of youth, she hooks an arm around my neck tugging me forward and rolling me onto my back.

“You’re amazing Helen now I want us both to love each other one more time. Relax and leave it all to me.”

With a twist of her supple young body she forks her thighs around mine and wriggles close until her still soaking pussy is pressed against mine. Grasping my thigh she leans back as she thrusts her soft, pink, flesh against mine, lubricated by our juices we slither against each other and now and then our erect clits brush sending electric sparks of pleasure burning through us.

Looking at Lucy’s face I see a smile of pure bliss as she heaves harder against me pushing us both closer and closer to the edge of wild passion. I can feel the familiar heavy pressure building inside me and I can’t and won’t keep silent.

“Oh Christ Lucy, almost there my love; so good oh so good!”

These words from between my clenched teeth then our cums erupt together. My spray drenches Lucy’s thighs as darts of flaming heat burn through me while all the time Lucy bucks and heaves out a series of orgasms that leave her sweat soaked and slumped against me as I lie spent and listening to my heart pounding and my own ragged gasps of breath breaking the silence of this small room.

I couldn’t make love with her again to save my life and even Lucy’s youthful stamina has its limits. We just lay there, arms around each other, occasionally brushing our lips to each others lips, cheek, or neck. Finally Lucy has to leave to return home and she departs as immaculately as she arrived. I by contrast need to wash and dress carefully to restore my calm and serene image as an almost infallible doctor. I wish I was as fine as my appearance but I do my best for my patients while being a fallible human being with admitted faults.

Later while sipping a sweet and restoring mug of tea in my surgery my phone rings. Iris Fallon has spoken to Fiona and broached the subject of her giving a tortured lady her first taste of lesbian love with a young but skilled nymphet. Fiona has agreed to give Marion what she needs without her conscience being troubled. I ring Marion and tell her I’ll drive her tomorrow night to her assignation.

Despite her attempt to sound steady I can tell she’s terrified but I’ll calm her nerves and treat her gently on the night.

I pick Marion up outside her home around 7.30. I’ve explained she’s nothing to fear and Fiona knows exactly when and why she’s coming. It seems to have little effect on her nerves. She’s dressed smartly but quietly for tonight. A short skirted navy blue dress, black stockings, low heeled black shoes; and a three quarter length black coat. She should look funereal but instead she looks quietly sexy with her olive skin and dark hair. Her unease shows though as she’s biting on a handkerchief and her face is held in taut lines.

I pat her knee as I drive, despite the weight she’s lost she has a lean and attractive figure still and her face is fine boned and perhaps could be described as a little severe but she’s a nice package in anybodies book.

“Don’t worry Marion everything’s going to be fine, this will be the first night of your new life just you believe me.”

Iris is waiting to admit us to Castlegate House, ushering us inside it seems that at turned eight o’clock things are winding down and the building has gone quite quiet. Iris leads us to a door then turns to Marion.

“I’m taking a risk doing this but I believe it will be good for both you and Fiona. She’s inside and expecting you and I’ve told her all Helen’s said about you, relax and leave everything to Fiona. She’s sweet and so adult for her age.”

Iris opens the door and Marion enters more like a condemned prisoner than a woman seeking love. Iris closes the door behind her and gestures me to follow her into the room next door.

“In here Helen we can watch from here. The room they’re in is the one we place disturbed children in and there’s a mirror on the wall that’s a window from this side so we can watch how things go.”

In the room Iris and I settle on a sofa to watch what will develop in the next room. Iris speaks to me softly.

“God or genetics, whichever you believe in, gave Fiona a terrific I.Q. and a stunning beauty but also a psychotic mother and a father who died of a drugs overdose. Did she get a fair deal in life?”

I’ve no answer for her. I’m just a woman trying to do my best for as many people as I can.

Through the glass I see Marion standing in the doorway. Fiona has been seated on the bed but she rises as the door swings open then closed. She truly is stunning! Neither tall nor short for thirteen her skin has a soft golden tan which complements her silver blond hair. She’s had it styled man short a la Annie Lennox and it flatters her high cheekbones and sculpted jaw. I can’t see from here but I know her eyes are a deep cobalt blue. Her nose is Cleopatra straight above narrow, pale pink, lips.

Her body now shows distinct womanly curves and her choice of clothing reveals them. Sandals and ankle socks leave most of her dancer’s legs bare to her thighs where a brief denim skirt barely covers her rounded rear. The sleeveless blouse is so thin her full breasts and erect nipples clearly show through it and I can understand why Marion stands like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights.

In one smooth motion Fiona crosses to Marion and takes her hand in one of hers.

“Don’t be frightened or shy Marion, Iris has told me all about what Helen knows about you and I’m so glad you’re here. Come over here!”

Leading her to the bed Fiona sits down and pats the counterpane.

“Sit, sit here and relax, leave everything to me.”

Marion perches uneasily on the edge of the bed, her knees pressed together and an anxious expression painted on her face. Fiona raises Marion’s hand then lightly kisses the back of it.

“It’s alright Marion we’re alone here and no-one will come near us. We’ve plenty of time and privacy,”

Fiona’s free hand delicately strokes the back of her fingers along Marion’s cheek and I can hear her gasp and see her shudder. Freeing her hand from Marion’s Fiona gently takes her face between her hands, holds her still, and then lightly kisses her full on the lips. Just once, then she pulls back, smiles at Marion; then lands a second and third butterfly kiss on Marion’s trembling lips.

“You’re not making me do anything I don’t want to Marion I’m here to make love to you and show you just how good it can be.”

One gentle push and Marion is laying flat on the bed. Fiona unbuttons her coat and eases it off her then slides back along side her and kisses her again, her mouth, her neck, the lobes of her ears and the hollows of her collarbones all the while her hands are softly stroking her shoulders and arms. Marion’s face is flushed and she’s breathing hard but some of the tension seems to be leaving her.

Then suddenly she responds! Her arms tighten around Fiona and she returns her kiss with heat and passion. Fiona, reading the signs, brings one hand down and cups Marion’s breast; kneading the firm flesh. They kiss a little longer then Fiona’s busy fingers begin working on the buttons of Marion’s dress. Quickly the dress opens down the front and Fiona slips it off her to reveal her lean body clad in white bra and briefs and those dark stockings.

Expertly Fiona realises she must not rush things and her mouth claims Marion’s again but now her hands roam more freely over Marion’s body. The lightest of caresses to her flat belly and the tips of her fingers drawn down the firm muscles of Marion’s thighs are rousing her steadily to the next level. Marion holds Fiona close to her as they kiss again then Fiona pulls free briefly to strip off that thin blouse to reveal her beautifully shaped breasts.

She cups one hand under Marion’s head and guides it to her large, pink, nipple. Marion’s mouth closes on it and she sucks like a child at its mother’s breast. Fiona’s head goes back, her eyes flicker shut momentarily as she savours the pleasure of lips and a tongue on her sensitive flesh then she reaches behind Marion and unhooks her bra. Marion’s nipples, exposed now, pucker and harden as we watch. Fiona’s hands close on Marion’s small but firm breasts and a groan is forced from her lips as Fiona strokes and kneads them.

The time is approaching now, Marion is past the point of no return and her early fear has been replaced by passion. Fiona unzips her skirt and skins out of her tight briefs while kicking off her sandals. Marion watches in awe at the sight of this young and naked Venus poised above her then Fiona hooks her fingers into the elastic waistband of Marion’s panties and tugs them down her thighs and legs before pulling them clear to leave Marion almost naked and clearly aroused.

Fiona kisses Marion’s breasts, sucking and nibbling at her blood gorged nipples then leaving a wet trail as she kisses and nips a path down her body, across her belly and reaching the junction of her thighs. Even now Fiona does not rush! Her tongue and lips meander over the shaven flesh above Marion’s vulva and the smooth skin of her upper thighs. While Marion floats on a cloud of anticipation, her taut labia wet with her juices, Fiona grants her the start of bliss.

Fiona’s soft, pink, lips and slender tongue assault Marion’s sex and Marion spasms then howls as her silky inner flesh receives Fiona’s caressing lips and tongue expertly applied. Even going slowly I know Marion can’t hold back and seconds later her first cum erupts as creamy juices soak her crotch. Her body bucks and arches then crashes back, trembling, onto the bed. Fiona has much more in store for Marion!

“Was that good Marion? Please let me show you how much better it can be!”

Kneeling Fiona raises Marion’s thighs and drapes her legs over her slender shoulders and lowers her face again to Marion’s drooling pussy. Slowly she draws the width of her tongue up one swollen labia and down the other as Marion begins to writhe under her mouth. Fiona stabs her stiffened tongue deep inside Marion’s heated crease and her head bobs up and down in time to Marion’s moans and pleas.

“Uhnnn! Oh Oh Oh! Oh god don’t stop lover! More please more!”

Marion throws wide her thighs as Fiona slips her fingers inside her gaping labia and works her slowly with mouth and hand towards an even more powerful orgasm. She comes again, explosively, and as she does she screams out loud and her cream pours out soaking the bedding beneath her wriggling body.

This time Marion lies still just sucking in great gasps of air as her body recovers from this amazing pleasure then Fiona makes her own needs plain. Moving across Marion she straddles the woman’s face and lowers her own wet pussy onto Marion’s mouth.

“Love me Marion! I need you now!”

As Marion gathers her senses and begins to lap at Fiona’s bloated labia and creamy sex the golden girl closes her eyes and leans back slightly, her hands braced on the mattress. Slowly her breathing becomes ragged as ripples of excitement flicker across her flat belly. Her hands move up now to her own breasts and squeeze her soft flesh, then, from between her gritted teeth; her voice can be clearly heard.

“You’re making me cum Marion! I’m cumming now!”

Her whole body judders, her thighs flex and she rises slightly to spurt her young girl’s love cream onto Marion’s face and open mouth. Slumping sideways Fiona lies trembling along side her now eager lover. Marion smothers her body with kisses as Fiona smiles a seraphic smile.

I have never watched such an erotic display; voyeurism has never been a weakness of mine but neither I nor Iris can tear our eyes away from what happens next!

Rousing herself Fiona places Marion flat on her back then moves into the classic 69 position. Burrowing her head between Marion’s thighs her head jerks back and forth and up and down all the while Marion is sucking and licking madly at Fiona’s wide spread labia. Then I guess they move onto each others clits as Fiona’s head is pinned between Marion’s thighs and they climax almost simultaneously, locked together and splattered with more thick love cream.

Things are still not finished; Fiona has one more card to play to satisfy my patient. Rolling Marion onto her face she tucks a pillow under Marion’s hips and spreads her willing thighs again.

“You’ve been a wonderful partner Marion so I want to reward you for giving me so much.”

Parting Marion’s firm buttocks she slides her wet tongue over Marion’s puckered arse ring then down to her tender pussy once more. As she moves her mouth away from Marion’s ring piece she pushes two fingers past her sphincter and finger fucks Marion’s arse while hammering her pussy with lips and tongue. Marion rears up on hands and knees then cums explosively. It seems amazing that she can but she squirts massively, drenching Fiona’s face and breasts before they both collapse into each others arms.

It’s late and dark by the time I lead Marion back to my car. She’s like some-one who has been given a glimpse of paradise, she’s not talking yet but a smile flickers across her face as she eases onto the front passenger seat. Her black, seamed stockings; are laddered from yet another bout of wild sex with Fiona before their appetites were finally sated. As I drop her at her front door she hugs me tight.

“God bless you Helen that was wonderful. I’ll never be the same again, we have to talk? You said you’d guide me and I need your advice.”

I return her hug.

“Of course Marion but now you know you’ve done nothing wrong and you can stop torturing yourself. I’ll be your friend not just your doctor and we’ll get your life back on track.”

Slipping my car into gear and moving away as Marion closes her front door I can allow my own state of arousal to make itself felt. I’m thinking about a plump and sensuous schoolgirl, Britt waits in my apartment and my bed for her lover to return and my desires are hot and high so I drive anticipating a glorious welcome.

Soon now as well I’m bringing Lucy and Britt together in my apartment and what happens then may well be amazing!