A Very Effective Treatment - Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Very Effective Treatment - Part 3

... girl, but I am. Lifting her skirts until he found her bloomers, he pulled them down, revealing her full round bottom. I was surprised that Mrs Anderson did not struggle; she complied with the request almost with relief. This submission had obviously been a big part of her marriage.

Dr Helliwell jiggled the large cheeks of her bottom before smacking them over and over as Mrs Anderson moaned beneath him, wiggling as her buttocks turned pink. He alternated between her cheeks, spanking softer and harder, but rhythmically, ever so often, he stopped and gently squeezed and caressed her buttocks before spanking them again as her soft cheeks turned redder.

“I think you like this Fanny Anderson, don't you? Is that what you have been yearning for? Shall we let young Dr Kirkham see just how much you like it?”

James heard a muffled agreement before he stepped forward and, parted her buttocks and ran his fingers along her crack until he found her very wet honeypot; her wetness was running down his fingers onto his hand.

“It appears that she likes it very much indeed, Dr Helliwell.”

“Well, let us see what other things this naughty girl enjoys, should we?” he winked at me.

We carried her to the bed together, removing her dress till she was just in corset bloomers and stockings. Lifting her well-suckled breasts from her corset, we each latched on to a nipple, sucking harder and harder, mirroring each other's technique as Dr Kirkham continued to finger the widow woman. ...

... Mrs Anderson’s moans increased, and Dr Helliwell whispered in her ear as he kissed and caressed her neck, “Did you ever take Thomas’ root into your mouth, my dear?”

“Oh yes,” Mrs Anderson growled, “All the time.”

With that, Dr Helliwell stood and dropped his britches, offering his gnarled old root to her willing mouth. Mrs Anderson possessed a talent that should not be wasted. Her tongue snaked around his bulbous mushroom before exploring every inch of his veiny shaft. As she was engaged in this, Dr Kirkham had dropped to his haunches to taste her wetness. He used his tongue only, stiffening it to plunge in and out, over and over again, until he felt her spasm begin to build. In her excitement, she took in Dr Helliwell almost to his core, and as she came, it was all too much for the old doctor as he flooded her mouth with his seed.

“Oh, it has been so long,” panted Fanny Anderson, “Too long.”

As she gathered her wits, she looked down kindly at me. “You poor boy, we cannot leave you undone.”

She sat up on the end of the bed; her hair had escaped its pins, and her full breasts jiggled on top of her corset. She reached out and undid James’ britches. She pulled them down in one stroke, grasped his muscular buttocks in her hand, and sucked in his rod. James took her full breasts in his hands, squeezing them and pulling on her distended, thickened nipples. The widow Anderson paused to occasionally give his testicles a bath with her tongue, gently sucking them in and ...