Kester thinks I need an examination
Saved By Lester 3 A Visit To The Doctors

The next couple of weeks were the greatest days of my life. Lester and I had sex every day and sometimes twice a day, or maybe you might say all day. If he had to work Yzeena would come over or maybe a friend of Lester’s would drop by. Anyway my days were filled with loving, wonderful sex. The one afternoon he got home from work and showered as usual and I was waiting in his bed, as usual. He came out of the bathroom and looked at me and frowned and said,

“Not now little girl, I have an appointment for you at the Doctors.”

“What for?” I asked.

“Just for a checkup, you told me you hadn’t been to see one for a long time.”

I was very disappointed but got dressed in my usual braless t-shirt, short skirt and flip flops. Lester kind of grinned at me and said,

“You need some new clothes; we’ll have to stop by Goodwill one of these days.”

I thought about giving him a hand job on the way to the Doctor but didn’t know how long the drive was so didn’t. We got to the office about 6:30 which I thought was a bit late but the lights were still on so everything looked good. We went inside and in a few minutes a voice came over the intercom and thanked Lester for bringing me in and that he would be called when my exam was over. Lester patted my ass and left and I was instructed to enter a little room, take off my cloths and put on the green robe. I heard someone locking the front door, which I thought was strange but my thoughts were interrupted by this older black woman in a white Dr’s scrub coming into the room.

“Oh, Lester didn’t tell me you were a white girl.” She said.

That pissed me off and she could tell it because she looked at me and said,

“I’m very sorry, that didn’t come out right. Lester normally brings black kids to see me. You are the first white girl.”

That didn’t help much but she continued,

“He tells me it’s been a long time since you saw a Dr. is that correct?” and “Why?”

“Because my mother was a whore, an alcoholic and a drug addict. She never had time to take me anywhere even if I was sick.”

“I am so sorry,” she sort of whispered. “In that case we will check you from head to toe. OK?”

And she did. Starting with my head and hair, then my eyes and ears, my mouth and down to my neck and chest. Her touch was sensual, so light and caring. I didn’t know if that was her normal touch or if she was leading up to something. But I enjoyed it.

“Do you check your breasts for lumps?” she asked.

“No, I don’t know what to do. Will you show me?”

She gave just a hint of a smile as she placed her hand on my breast. I pulled my shirt up and asked, “Wouldn’t it be better on a bare breast?”

She smiled again and gently massaged my tit. It felt more than just checking for lumps. Then she put her other hand on my other tit and worked both of them. She looked me right in the eye as she did, I guess looking for some reaction. I asked her if I could check her’s to make sure I did it right. Not waiting for an answer I put both hands on her boobs and played a bit. Getting no adverse reaction I unbutton her scrub and blouse and ran my hand under her bra.

“Am I doing in correctly?” I asked with a smile.

“Yes you are, but we better get on with the exam. Please lay back on the table.”

I did and she stood up and started running her fingers over my stomach, probing here and pushing there. My body was tingling so much and the closer she got to my pussy the more aroused I became. She moved to the foot of the table and asked me to put my feet in the stirrups.

“Scoot down a little so your feet will reach,” she instructed.

Then she blew my mind. She spread my feet wide apart in the stirrups, exposing my hot and wet pussy to plain view. She pulled her stool around and sat down and ran her hands from my feet up my legs and thighs until she reached my pussy. With her fingers she spread my pussy lips and then inserted a devise in so she could see if anything was wrong.

“Everything looks good,” she said, “I don’t see anything to be concerned with.”

“Don’t you think it would be good to check with a finger to see if you feel anything?” I asked in a whisper.

Once again a sly little smile as her finger traveled up and down between my pussy lips. I pushed slightly against it as the tip entered and pushed harder until it was completely in.

“Maybe two might be better,” I uttered.

Then there were two, wiggling and moving in and out. After a bit she pulled both of them and said she thought the examination was complete. “Don’t you think a taste would be good?” I asked.

The Doctor looked at me for several seconds, trying to make up her mind whether she should or shouldn’t. If I could have reached her head I would have pulled her face down into my pussy but she was to far away. Slowly her face moved towards my pussy and out lips touched. Her tongue examined the outer area as she licked from my rosebud up to my clit. The attention she gave to it forced me to grab her head and push my pelvis against her face. She responded by taking my butt in her hands and pushing her tongue deep into my pussy. In an instant I was squirting my love juice in her mouth and on her face. After she had drank my fountain dry she looked at me with a big smile. She laid forward with her head on my stomach and my hips in her hands. I ran my hands thru her hair as I recovered from my amazing climax.

“I think that it was good I did a taste test,” she whispered.

“I think it was very good,” I replied, “Is it my turn now?”

Before she could answer her phone rang. “Hi,” she said and then listened, “OK, no problem, she can spend the night with me and I’ll drop her off in the morning. Bye.” “That was Lester,” she told me, “One of the other guards called in sick so he is going to have to work a double shift. Is it all right with you if you spend the night with me?”

I wanted to say Duh or something dumb like that but all I could do was offer her a biggggg smile. “Only if I get to give you an examination.”

“But I don’t have an examination table at home,” she sort of laughed.

“Do you have a floor, or a couch, or a table, or a chair or maybe even a bed?” I asked with a grin.

“I’m sure we can figure something out. Now you dress and I’ll finish closing up and we’ll be out of here.”

On the drive to her house we didn’t talk about sex at all, just about Lester and Her. He was 3 years younger but they both had had a very bad childhood. Their step-dad was a very controlling boozer that beat Lester for just the slightest thing and raped her repeatedly. The Mother never did anything, never tried to stop him, didn’t report him, didn’t take her kids to Children’s Services. This all started when Lester was 9 and she was 12 and continued until the son-of-a-bitch was killed in a gang shooting. They had a celebration at home. Ever since then they were both committed to helping kids that had that kind of back ground home life.

“Now don’t get me wrong because I loved our time in the examination room and am looking forward to spending the night with you but isn’t having sex with these kids kind of maybe sort of using them for personal satisfaction?” I said.

“Think about it Pam, when you crawled in bed with Lester were you looking to satisfy his satisfaction or maybe yours? And who was it that lifted her shirt up exposing her bare breasts? And who was it that suggested a finger test and taste test?”

It was quiet for a long time. I thought for a long while before answering. She was right of course, but with Lester it was more than my sexual needs, it was wanting to thank him the only way I knew how. And I told her this.

“Lester, Eddy, who you know as the Councilor, and I have helped hundreds of kids in the last 10 years or so and had sex with only a few. It really isn’t about sex, it’s about getting kids out of one life style and into another.”

At that point I was very confused. I didn’t add to the conversation for several minutes. “I think I understand because my association with Lester has certainly had an effect on me,” I said. “But who knows what will happen when this association ends and I’m back out on the street? Only time will tell.”
We pulled into the driveway of a small, older home that appeared to be very well taken care of. Once inside Lois showed me around and we ended up in the kitchen where she poured us a couple of sodas. As we sat at the table sipping them she asked if I was hungery and wanting something to eat. I replied,


“What can I fix you?”


I got up and went around behind her and starting rubbing her shoulders and neck. Then I slid my hands down her front and inside her blouse and bra. Her breasts were very firm and nipples were already the size of cherries. I so wanted them in my mouth. It was easy to unbutton her blouse from where I stood and also her bra. I pulled her chair out, got on my knees and kissed her, first on the mouth and then on each tit. Then I stood up, took her hand and led her to her bedroom.

She helped me out of my shirt and our breasts touched as we kissed. My skirt and panties were the next to go and then hers. She broke our kiss and asked in a low voice, “Don’t you want me to shower first?”

“Shower? Why?”

“I would be cleaner for you, I haven’t showered since last evening.”

I looked at her rather sternly and said, “I want to taste you, not some bath soap or body lotion. And besides you didn’t ask me to shower before you tasted me and you had no idea how long it had been.” Then I started running my hand thru her hair and informed her that the examination had begun. Instead of fingers however, I started kissing her forehead, then her eyes and her nose and her mouth. As I kissed and nibbled on her breasts my fingers found their way to her love zone. Her bushy, bushy love zone. “Would you like to trim?” she whispered in my ear.

“No, I’m going to devour you just the way you are.” It was amazing the forest I was running my tongue thru. I found her quite large clit and played with it for a bit, then kissed her pussy lips, penetrating her love hole with my tongue. She was wet and tasted very strong but also very delicious. She locked her legs around my head so tightly that I could barely breathe. Then she relaxed and I carried on with my oral exam. The volume of liquid flowing from her cunt increased as my tongue danced in and around her love hole. And the squirting started. Like the fountain of youth, like a waterfall, like nothing I had ever experienced. I swallowed as fast as I could but no way could keep up. Soon I was wet, she was wet, the bed was wet as was anything within 5 feet of us.

“Exam over,” I said as I crawled up beside her. Her moaning and thrashing about had ceased and her body was very still. I laid my head on her tits, clamped her thigh between my legs and drifted off to sleep, a very happy and fulfilled little girl.

Sometime later, I have no idea how long I slept, I awoke to a hand rubbing my neck and shoulders. I opened my eyes and looked at my lover’s face. She was smiling and said, “You are very good.”

I smiled back and replied, “When my partner makes me feel like they are glad I’m with them I can really enjoy sex. And when I enjoy it, so does my partner.”

“Let’s shower and have some breakfast,” she suggested.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“About 11 in the morning,” I was told.

“What time do you think Lester will be here?”

“Mid afternoon, Why?”

“Just want to make sure we have enough time, after breakfast I’m going to shave your pussy and gobble you up again.”

We chatted as we consumed toast and scrambled eggs and bacon. She asked me if I had problems with her bush and I said, “No, I had no problem, but I’d just like to play with you without it.” Then I added, it’s just like Lester’s bush, thick and kinky.”

“I know it is,” she replied, “We used to compare.”

“You did what?”

“When we were both just starting to get hair down there we would compare who had the most. I was the oldest so of course I always had more.”

“Did you guys used to make out?” I asked her.

“Yes, quite often. Still do for that matter. When I was about 15 and Lester was about 12 our stepfather had raped me one morning and then beat the shit out of Lester. I had just gotten out of the shower and heard him crying. He was setting on my bed with blood on his face and arms. I got a wet towel and cleaned him up. I was still nude but that didn’t matter. I hugged him and he hugged me back. I could feel his breath on my boobs and then his lips and his tongue. He was getting me warmed up and it just seemed like the right thing to do, to let him. The bulge in his pants was getting quite big and I couldn’t keep my hand from rubbing it.”
Then Lois continued, “Our lips were together, our tongues were playing. His hand was on my boobs and then in my pussy, my hands were undoing his pants. I finally got a man size cock out and was amazed. The only good thing about being raped by my Step-father was that his dick was quite small. Lester’s was not only longer but also bigger around. In an instant I was on my knees between his legs with his cock in my mouth. Then I laid out on the bed a begged him to fuck me, which he did. He was so gentle but so filled my cunnie.”

“Do you cum when you jack off?” Lois said she asked him as they fucked.

“Yes, a lot,” Lester replied.

“Cum in my mouth, not in my pussy, OK? He didn’t answer, just kept fucking. Then so quickly I barely got my mouth open, he crawled up over me and pointed his cock at my mouth and started filling it. I lifted my head and took the hard meat between my lips and sucked more of his cum out. I grabbed him and pulled his cock deeper into my mouth and kept it there until he was through. Then he collapsed beside me and we slept. We were so lucky out Step-Father didn’t come home while we were lying there naked.”

We just sat there and looked at each other. I couldn’t believe how similar our lives had been. “You know what?” I asked, “I haven’t completely admitted this to myself but after a few times, or maybe even the first time my Mom’s boyfriend forced me to suck him, I kind of liked it. I liked the feeling of hard cock in my hand and mouth and I know for sure I didn’t barf when I swallowed his cum. Did you kind of enjoy your step-dad?”

“Yes I suppose I did until I started fucking Lester. After that, no I didn’t.”

I got up and cleared the table and then beckoned Lois to follow me. “Time for your haircut.”
She laughed and followed me to her room. We went into the bathroom and she got everything I would need, lotion, safety razor, towel and wet washcloth. Lying on the bed she spread her legs wide and said, “I’m all yours.”

I put a pillow under her butt to tilt her pussy a little forward and then spread her legs wider. Her pussy was so inviting I just had to kiss it. Of course I couldn’t just kiss so I ran my tongue around it a bit and then used the lotion to prepare her bush for harvest. I didn’t have anything to put all the hair in so I spread the washcloth out on her stomach. I was surprised how easily it came off. Instead of 15 or 20 minutes I thought it would take it only took about 10. I took the washcloth full of hair to the bathroom and got another one. As I wash the lotion of her thighs and pussy I kissed her clit and started licking. It was so different, so wonderful. The razor and lotion was still lying on the bed as I got serious about licking her cunt. Then I heard,

“What’s going on here?”

I turned and it was Lester. I gave him a big smile and pointed to Lois’s love box. “I just finished her haircut. Would you like me to do yours?”

“Oh no,” he replied, but as he said it he was getting out of his cloths. “I’ve never fucked that pussy when it was hairless, though. It looks too good to pass up.”

His cock was rock hard as he pressed the head into the open cunt before him. No preliminaries just get started fucking. And once he was all the way in his speed increased and he was really hammering her. I played with his balls, fingered her ass then went around and lowered my pussy onto her face. We were 10 or 12 minutes into this episode before he started moaning and pulled his cock out. Before I could get my mouth around it he started cumming on her stomach. I sucked and licked until both of my friends were clean. After a bit of rest Lester said we better dress and get going. I’ve got some errands to run. I kissed Lois and thanked her for a wonderful time which Lester echoed.

On the way Lester told me he needed a favor. “What’s that,” I asked, “you know I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

“Yes, I know,” but I have to drop you off at my place and run a few errands. I have a friend from out of town visiting. Will you entertain him while I’m gone?”

“Like what entertaining do you mean?” I asked with a smile.

“The kind of entertaining you do best.”

Chapter 4 Will be about my killing time with Lester’s friend.
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