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A Lusty Milf

White luster gleamed off the newly painted walls of his office as Doctor Bertram Edgar Reeves gazed in admiration at the oversized Oakwood signboard that boasted his name in bold black letters. It had been about two weeks now since he had arrived at Kenton Town to take up the available position of its only medical practitioner. And what a good two weeks it had been. Fame and fortune, among other benefits, had since come his way under the patronage of the influential Lord Samuel Weatherly Amondsham. The Amondsham’s had quite literally built the town of Kenton, and winning their patronage had most certainly set him up for life.

That night was dark and stormy, the one on which he had been called upon on the second day of his arrival, to administer his medical expertise on the ailing Lord of the Amondsham Estate. A night that changed his life and one he would never forget for as long as he would live. Not just because he performed a miracle of sorts, but more so to the fact that he had become a man.

“It be done, Doc.” The older man kneeling before a crude box of carpentry tools announced. “Don’t every body get their name on a signboard like that without deserving it, I tell ye.”

“Well, I’m flattered.” Reeves clasped his hands together. “And I am indebted to you, my dear Styrice, for all your help and encouragement ever since I have been here.”

“I just be doing me job, Doc.” Styrice grinned, putting away his tools. “As much as ye be doing yours.”

“That the two of us have been, my good fellow.” Reeves stepped back into this office. “I will be putting in another good word for you to his lordship when I have the privilege to meet him again.”

“I be grateful for that, Doc.” Styrice doffed his hat. “And I be seeing you soon.”

“I do hope so too.” Reeves called out to the departing odd jobs man. “Drive safely, my friend.”

“Aye, Corbin has ne’er failed me.” He waved back, as he shuffled down the steps. “Fare well, Doc.”

Reeves watched the older man load his wood box into the carriage and nimbly hop into the driver’s seat. Ever since the private office beside the Town Council had been made available to him by Amondsham, Styrice had been doing most of the required odd jobs around, and also providing the young doctor with all the news and relevant information about everything in Kenton Town.

“Truly a man most handy to have around.” He laughed softly, settling down behind his desk and opening his ledger.

Meticulous in everything he did, Bertram Reeves maintained detailed records of all his patients and procedures. He glanced down at the entries, running his thumb along the ruled pages. Forty nine success stories in fourteen days – he had been quite busy, the thick leather pouch of coins on his belt testified to that. Life couldn’t have been better, he sighed. Well it would, if he could be with Selene as much as he wanted. The Amondsham Family maid had awakened in him the desire from a life he had been shying away ever since he attained puberty. The only two times he had been with her, he would attribute them as the best days of his life.

News of Lord and Lady Amondsham’s return to the Estate had excited him the day before. Perhaps they would send for him soon, if not to treat an ailment, but at least to know of his well being. He could use that pretext to be with her again. Selene. That was a woman to live for indeed. Then of course there was also the young lady Annabelle Amondsham. Selene did mention that the young Lady Amondsham could require his services again soon. Wasn’t a week soon enough?

The gentle clip clop of horse hooves drawing a carriage made him look out of his window. A large carriage, of lacquered black woodwork and gilded edges came to a halt outside, by the steps of his office. He stood up to get a better look. Who this could be, on a lazy afternoon such as this, he wondered.

The smartly attired footman leapt down and opened the door for a lady in a fine pink gown and large veiled hat to step out. She nodded at the footman and said something then turned her attention to the signboard over the door. He couldn’t see her face, but she seemed familiar. The footman leapt back up beside the driver and the four horse driven carriage pulled away and rolled down the empty cobbled street.

The young woman walked up the steps, her lavish gown trailing behind her, as he opened the door to greet her. A flash of her green eyes is all that he could glimpse over the veil. He bowed and showed her in, holding out a chair for her.

“Good Day, dear Lady.” He said, smiling. “How may I be of service?”

“Thank you, Doctor Reeves.” She said softly, taking the seat and removing her veiled hat. “We met last week, if you would remember…”

“Lady Gwendolyn Belfour?” He said in surprise. “Yes, we met at Lord Amondsham’s Estate. All is well I do hope.”

“Yes, so far all is well, Doctor.” She said, blushing a little. “And I am flattered that you remember me.”

“I rarely forget… such remarkable beauty.” He smiled, peering into her emerald eyes. “But pray tell, what is it that ails you or is it Captain Munro who is unwell?”

“Oh, never mind Jackson, he is quite well and nothing ails me.” She replied with a smile, her lustrous red hair framing her lovely face as a loin’s mane would its regal visage. “I am here to know about you, as I mentioned before… I am fascinated by your work… and your talents.”

“Ah, now you flatter me, My Lady.” He looked away, feeling a little nervous. “Do you wish to put me to the test?”

“Not so, Doctor.” She laughed, the sound of bells jingling in a summer breeze. “I am merely, shall we say, an ardent admirer of medicinal science and its practitioners.”

“Ah, in that case… what is it that you would like to know from me?” He picked up his ledger book and put it away under his desk.

“Everything.” She said, almost breathlessly.

“Ah, then you have come to the right source.” He replied jokingly.

“Splendid.” She cooed. “My fascination this week is with this wonder we all have… our own bodies.”

“Yes, a wonder it is indeed.” He acknowledged, glancing at the several books on Human Anatomy that lined his bookshelf. “A wonderful product of what we call life – a resilient, stubborn, formidable and indomitable life form.”

“Exactly, Dear Doctor.” She enthused, following his gaze to the over-stacked bookshelf. “I knew you would be the right person I could find some harmony with, for my thoughts and musings.”

“But surely you would find more in common with your fiancé.” He gave her a questioning look.

“Jackson?” She laughed again. “Oh, no. You couldn’t be further from the truth. He is a man of brute action, not a moment of reflection or analytical sentiment would I find there.”

“If I may dare to ask… do you love him?” He looked at her apprehensively.

“In time, if one could wish… but never mind Captain Munro.” She took a deep breath. “We were to embark upon our discussions on life and our amazing bodies.”

“Yes, the tenacity of life against all odds the Universe can throw at it is remarkable.” He responded sagely, feeling rather important speaking thus.

“Yes, but let us focus more on us, as humans and individuals.” She smiled at him almost seductively. “We know that life in general is almost a miracle, yet even more fascinating is our own species as a successful life form.”

“Ah, indeed. We humans have evolved to become the dominant species by our brain power alone.” He quoted from one of the many books of his learning that enriched his memory.

“We have, truly.” She breathed wonderingly, staring at his plain face with her wide emerald eyes. “And our amazing bodies hold testament to the power of our brains and supply the much needed nourishment our brains need to function.”

“You have studied well, My Lady.” He leaned closer feeling more than just a sexual attraction to her, sensing camaraderie in things less physically arousing, yet mentally stimulating. “Not uncommon for a woman of your age, all this knowledge, yet rather rare.”

“Does that pose as a threat to you, Doctor, as it does to most men?” She smiled at him with a gleam in her eye.

“On the contrary, my dear.” He announced haughtily, grasping at his coat collar. “I am above such base deficiencies of lesser men.”

“It does my heart good to know that.” She nodded her head slowly. “And I have heard even more to stir my heart ever further.”

“Heard more of what, My Lady?” He eyed her curiously, a sudden jolt registering in his heart.

“Oh, never mind. Let us return to the subject of the body.” She waved her hands and sat upright; making her pert young breasts push against the corseted gown she wore. “Why do you think we fall ill and then recover, most of the time?”

“Well, we fall ill when our bodies cannot adapt to changes as swiftly as the environment around us alters.” He replied as if he was instructing a student at the university. “It is the body’s ways of letting us know we are unsafe in such an environment, allowing us the time to flee and find a cure.”

“Fascinating indeed, this wonderfully complex conjunction of living organisms functioning as one cohesive unit.” Gwendolyn ran her hands over her own shapely body to emphasize her words. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, indeed.” His eyes followed every curve she caressed, making him lick his lips. “The body is a self-healing organism, and given the adequate time it can almost repair itself back to its original condition and sometimes get even stronger to combat such a change of habitat in future.”

“Does a man’s body differ much from a woman’s… at the basic functionary level?” She looked into his eyes, her hands resting just below the rise of her breasts.

“Not by much, My Lady.” He took a deep breath, beginning to see a pattern in the manner of her queries. “Other than our genitalia and some specific hormones and cells, men and women have similar traits when it comes to surviving one’s surroundings.”

“So you and I are very similar in most respects.” She smiled at him almost impishly. “Other than our reproductive organs.”

“Well, yes, of course.” He nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable now with the direction her inquisitiveness was heading.

“Is the wellbeing and functionality of reproductive organs also a part of your professional expertise, Doctor Reeves?” She stared boldly into his eyes, searching for a hint of submission.

“Er… yes, I am required to know the way the entire human body works, in order to make a diagnosis and cure illnesses and failures of all major bodily functions.” Reeves stood up and paced around his desk.

“Pardon my boldness, Doctor.” Her gaze followed him as he walked back and forth before her. “How would you examine a woman suffering an ailment near to or at… her private parts?”

“This is highly irregular, yet I am intrigued by your simple curiosity.” He answered, not looking directly at her, as the heat behind his ears irritated him. “I take great pleasure in imparting knowledge, and even though the subject is one that draws a man of learning to be modest, I will confess that I try to look upon it in the purest professional sense at all times.”

“You are a very erudite man, Doctor Reeves.” She said, adulation showing in her voice. “Not many, if any, are quite like you.”

“I am glad to have been a source for you to whet your desire for knowledge.” He bowed slightly, hoping that she would prefer to leave then.

“You have been most kind, Doctor.” She leaned back in her chair instead, and undid the hairpin holding her fiery hair up. “Perhaps you would not mind a more tangible demonstration… were I to offer myself right now for an examination… to you.”

“But you are not suffering any illnesses.” He almost protested, shuffling his feet.

“As a mere demonstration, Doctor…” She pressed on with a smile. “To quench my need for learning.”

“I certainly do not have any qualms, so to speak…” He shrugged, staring out the window.

“I have your regular fee, if you would consider it.” She offered, bringing her purse into view.

“For a demonstration?” He looked at her in wonder. “I wouldn’t hear of it.”

“Nay, for denying your time from a more lucrative endeavor.” The young woman said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“My Lady, it is my honor to be of service to you, and anyone acquainted with Lord Amondsham.” He bowed slightly. “I shall require no remuneration for this little demonstration.”

“Splendid.” She clapped her hands and rose up. “Shall we proceed?”

“As you wish.” He waved at his examination table at the back of his chamber. “If you would oblige me.”

“And where shall I disrobe?” She looked around the tidy little office.

“You need not have to.” Reeves stared at the contents on his desk.

“I must not impede any part of the demonstration.” She touched his arm suddenly, making him flinch. “Consider me as grave as any of your ailing patients. It is the only way for me to get a complete and precise understanding of what I seek.”

“Indeed.” He nodded, blushing slightly, and turned to face away from her. “You may disrobe and place your garments by the table.”

Within moments the comely young redhead was naked, having stripped every stitch of the expensive clothing off her pale white body, and lying daintily on the table. She smiled at him demurely and looked up at him from the cool leather-topped examination table for him to administer her request.

“Tell me, Doctor… how do you find my body?” She asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“You are rather endearing to the eye, I must confess.” He nodded, struggling to keep his eyes off her pert breasts and rising nipples.

“Does the sight of my nakedness please you?” She inquired innocently.

“Certainly, yet as a professional I must remain indifferent to that fact.” He smiled stiffly, pretending to search for something.

“Even if you were to feel aroused by my state of undress?” She moaned, rubbing her inner thighs slightly together.

“Consider this a medical examination, My Lady.” He replied with a cough. “Please remain calm and breathe evenly, for me to begin the procedure.”

“Well, certainly. I do crave the knowledge…” Gwendolyn laughed nervously, suddenly feeling a chill run down her back. “Yet this is my first time being naked with a man who is almost a stranger.”

“As you did insist, My Lady.” He clasped his hands together, cracking his knuckles nervously.

“And I see you do take pleasure in the state I present myself.” She eyed the large bulge forming between his slender legs. “Or at least a part of you does.”

“My Lady, we are examining you…” He replied, almost tersely. “Not me or any part of me.”

“I am in agreement, yet your reactions are an ingredient of my learning process.” The naked young woman propped herself up on one elbow. “I am also equally fascinated by the attraction between the male and female bodies.”

“It is natural, base instincts honed over millennia, for every carbon based life form on Earth.” He lectured her.

“What does your base instinct tell you now, Doctor?” She said huskily, boldly reaching out to grasp at his crotch. “Do you not feel the need to give in to your instincts?”

“I am beginning in to see the true reason of your visit, My Lady.” He sighed, but refrained from backing away from her inquisitive touch.

“And does that disappoint you, Doctor?” She laughed softly, her delicate fingers gently caressing his rising bulge. “I rather think not.”

“You are betrothed, Lady Belfour.” He coughed, his knees trembling slightly.

“So is Annabelle and Selene has many suitors.” The redhead retorted. “But that hardly stayed your loins.”

“What?” He was taken aback and shook like a leaf.

“I have been made aware of you special gifts, Doctor, and my fascination about everything I asked today is true,” Her voice grew harder as did her grip on his manhood grow tighter. “…however they are far outweighed by my interest in your legendary over-endowment.”

“My Lady, I…” He tried to back away but she held fast.

“It is far too late now, Doctor.” She pulled him closer. “You and I know that the only way we have here is forward. Deny yourself nothing that I offer you now.”

“Lady Gwendolyn…” He replied hoarsely. “You are most beautiful, but I could not cuckold a friend.”

“Jackson and you are as much friends as a fox and hound, my dear Bertie,” She laughed again, sending a shiver of excitement all over him. “And he and I are not wed yet.”

“I do not know what…” He looked around, his pounding heartbeats channeling up to his temples.

“Feel my pussy, Doctor,” She suddenly cried out brazenly, catching him off guard. “…its feverish heat is in need of your special treatment, the kind you have bestowed upon my friend Annabelle and the Amondsham family maid, Selene.”

Reeves felt dizzy suddenly. His heart was racing. So it was true. Selene’s cryptic words about his oversized organ having busier nights ahead were coming true; initiated by the maid and the young Lady Amondsham themselves, no doubt. How many others had they told of his extraordinary gift, he wondered. How many more of such opportune moments would come his way? Well, come what may, he was a man of flesh and blood before becoming a man of learning, and he was no fool to turn away an opportunity that came knocking.

“Enough talk and thinking, Doctor.” His eager patient urged him, spreading her legs wide. “Time to put your skills to good use and show me if what I have been told is true.”

“As you wish, My Lady” He bowed and locked the door.

“Here is where I wish you to examine first.” She pointed to her moist pussy. “I feel a burn that I know only a man can cure… a man of your great talents.”

“You do me honor, My Lady.” He muttered and reached out to touch her.

The heat of her arousal on his fingers felt good as her stroked her pussy. She moaned, pushing her hips up and lifting her buttocks off the table. He stuck in a finger into her and it slid in easily. He stuck in another and then a third. His eyes went wide; she was no virgin, this one. Gwendolyn Belfour had known more about life than she had been letting on, he chucked to himself.

“Come, come, Doctor.” She said throatily. “Get on with you diagnosis… make me feel as you have the others.”

“I shall give you a day to remember, My Lady.” Reeves whispered, lowering his face over her quivering pussy. “Such beauty merits nothing less.”

The tip of his tongue darted out, sliding along the swollen lips of her pussy, flicking at the dampened red curls of her pubic hair. She gasped at the sensation as he pressed her thighs down and closed his entire mouth over her smoldering oven of love. He knew his cock would feel at home in there. It was almost as cozy and welcoming as Selene’s hot quim.

“Oh, Doctor… your legend is true.” The redhead moaned, grasping at his head. “More, more… examine me further.”

Reeves slipped a finger into her slit as he moved up to tease her little hooded bud. Her squeals of pleasure told him he was doing everything right. The heady aroma of her arousal made him quite dizzy as he slipped two more fingers into her. She dug her nails into his scalp, moaning and shivering with pleasure. The young doctor grinned, as a thought crossed his mind. He had read it somewhere but couldn’t remember exactly where; it was some sort of obscure Nordic manuscript or one of African origin. He pulled out his slippery finger from her pussy and gently slid it into her puckered poop hole. The old texts were correct. Gwendolyn immediately stiffened at the sensation of his finger entering her rectum and her body convulsed rapidly. Her belly clenched tight and with a loud gasp she let herself go. A rush of nascent juices erupted over his face. Grinning like an idiot, he lapped up everything like a cat would spilt milk.

“Ooohh, Doctor.” The young noblewoman laughed quite hysterically. “I have lost my mind… all that we discussed is moot, nothing compares to experience.”

“Indeed, dear lady.” Reeves licked his slick lips, taking pleasure in her taste. “Without experience there is no worth in learning.”

“Then I must experience more.” She demanded. “Reveal to me, Doctor… the source of your fame. I wish to have an understanding of what Annabelle and Selene are so enamored about.”

“And so you shall, My Lady.” The slender young man stood up proudly and dropped his trousers, freeing his engorged appendage to her full view.

Her gasp was louder than when she had her orgasm. The look on her face amused him and he twitched his fifteen inch long erection at her. She stared at it as if it was something alien or phantasmal.

“Aye, My Lady.” He thrust his hips forward and said, as if he could read her thoughts. “It is real.”

“Yes, so it is.” She replied, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Your reaction shows you are familiar with the private parts of men.”

“Yes, I have had a few for my pleasure.” The twenty year old redhead admitted. “But none have even measured a half of what you possess.”

“Not even the gallant and mighty Captain Munro.” He couldn’t keep the mockery out of his tone.

“He is the least of all.” She sighed, reaching out to touch his throbbing cock.

“And yet you choose to wed him.” He laughed sordidly, closing his eyes to the pleasure of her soft hands on him.

‘For everything else he has, that makes up adequately for his penile inadequacy.” She shrugged, grasping at his organ with both hands.

“Let us speak no more of him then and indulge in the true purpose of your visit upon me.” He urged with a sigh as he pushed his pelvis forward.

“You know what my heart wants, Doctor.” She smiled at him brazenly, taking a deep whiff at his arousal. “Perhaps I should consider wedding you.”

“That would honor me, My Lady.” He said confidently, twitching his erection. “Yet my heart is set upon another.”

“Who is it?” She looked up with interest. “Annabelle?”

He shook his head.

“Well, it couldn’t be the maid.” She looked concerned. “Could it?”

“That only my heart and mind would know, My Lady.” He said calmly and twitched his cock at her yet again. “All I have to offer you now is that what you have come for.”

“Yes, of course.” She smiled, kissing the gleaming cockhead softly.. “I have travelled a while for this wondrous organ and I shall have it.”

She held the heavy penis possessively with her hands and pushed it up to her eager lips. Her tongue flicked out, lashing across the deep slit. He shivered slightly. It felt as if Selene was sucking his cock. Gwendolyn most definitely had more than a few experiences before. She was almost as good as Selene. Almost.

His cock felt good, deep inside her throat as she managed to take almost half of it in. Her eyes were bulging out wide as she gagged and yet she was reluctant to let him go. Her soft hands played with his tightened balls, making them roll and slide inside the soft casing. He grabbed her head, pushing his cock in deeper. He felt his belly flex and the rush of release begin to build up. She sensed it too, from experience, and tightened her hold on him. Her eyes told him she was determined to taste him, to swallow all that he would offer.

And he obliged. With a loud groan, Reeves climaxed, erupting deep down her throat and making her gag violently. She struggled to swallow as he pumped her mouth with spurt after spurt of his thick, pungent cream. He hadn’t relieved himself ever since the last time he was with Selene a week ago, having immersed himself with work soon after. Days of stress flowed out of him with his orgasm, filling her hungry mouth and making tears of joy run freely down her jubilant face.

“My Lady, you have been the perfect subject for examination.” He said, panting for breath and caressing her hair as she kept sucking away on him. “I declare you healthier than any living thing on this Earth.”

“Mmmhh, Doctor.” She moaned, still kissing and licking at the ooze off his spent member. “We are halfway done. The final examination is yet to come.”

“Then let us not tarry.” He smiled down as her lusty mouth began to get his organ stirring again.

“Indeed.” She replied, sliding off the table and bending over it to thrust her rounded buttocks at him and making her wet pussy available for a rear entry.

The thick head of his cock lodged snugly into her dripping hole as she sighed in contentment. Her slender hand eagerly guided the rest of it into her, with some effort. Gwendolyn Belfour was a woman with experience, even though she was of the same age as Annabelle. The fool Munro was getting himself a real red-headed firecracker, who no doubt would be cuckolding him more often than she would be having marital adventures with him.

For the moment, Reeves pushed away such thought and grasped her flaring hips tightly. He pushed his hardness in all the way until he felt his balls brushing her soft pubic hair. Her groans of pleasure sent a thrill through him. She was as warm and receptive as Selene, but younger and tighter as well. He now knew that most women would feel tight for him, as he possessed an organ almost twice the norm. And it seemed women did prefer things bigger and more satisfying than what they had. That suited him just fine.

“Oh, Bertie…” Gwendolyn gasped, wiggling her hips. “You’re so big… it fills me like never before… oh, the pleasure… oh, fuck me.”

“My Lady… it is heavenly pleasure to be inside you too…” He groaned, increasing his thrusts.

“Oh, am I better than them… than Annabelle and… and Selene?” The trembling woman demanded, pushing her buttocks back to meet his thrusts.

“Yes, My Lady… yes.” He grunted, feeling her tightness intensify.

“And of her, that has your heart…” She whimpered, clawing at the examination table.

“Yes, her as well.” He lied. “You are yet the best fuck I’ve had.”

“Oh, Doctor… you are a very… uuhh… talented man… ooohhh… ooohhh.” She shook as her belly released, making her knees buckle.

Reeves closed his eyes, relishing the hot release of her juices over his swollen cock. His fingers dug deep into the yielding softness of her pale buttocks. She was bringing out the beast in him, almost as much as Selene. He thought about the maid, almost calling out her name as his orgasm erupted inside the writhing redhead under him. She shrieked as he exploded within her, back to back orgasm shook her shapely frame.

“Oh, I’ve died and gone to Hell…” Gwendolyn cried amidst gasps. “Nothing else can ever measure up to this…”

“I am always available on call, My Lady.” Reeves offered as he pulled his spent member out of her and collapsed on his chair.

“Yes, I hear there are germs most foul in the air these days.”

“So there are… and it is easy to run afoul of them, and the cure is a long and tedious procedure.”

“Yes, one needs to be careful at the utmost.”

“You carriage has arrived.” Reeves nodded at the sound of horse hooves and creaking wheels.

“Alas, I wish it hadn’t.” She smiled at him, reaching for her gown that he held up to her. “I must thank you, Doctor Reeves… for instruction and an experience most unforgettable.”

“Till we meet again, My Lady.” He bowed, taking her hand and kissing it softly.

Her giggle we almost childish as she hurried out of his office. He watched her quickly enter the carriage as drops of rain began pelting the cobbled stones. A storm was brewing. He had best locked up for the day. No one else would be mad enough to weather a storm in need of his services. But then he had experienced otherwise.

“Does lightning strike twice on the same spot?” He laughed and bolted the door.

The bottle of wine one of his former patients had presented him looked very inviting. He uncorked it and poured himself a goblet of it. The heady aroma reminded him of Selene. It had been a week since he had last enjoyed her company. He looked down at his naked cock as it stirred at the visual memory of the beautiful maid. Soon, very soon, he hoped, he would be called upon to the Amondsham Estate again. And even though he was quite spent momentarily and there was a storm threatening to rage outside, Bertram Reeves wouldn’t mind if Styrice brought the carriage now to take him to the Estate that very night.

“Oh, that would be as good as having my cake and eating it too.” He laughed, sipping the wine. “But inasmuch as I see now, I am doing precisely that.”

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