had fondled her clothed body, she wanted him to continue for a long time, but, having made such good progress so far, Dr. Ciardi was ready to move to the next step.
'You're doing fine,' he assured her as he lifted his head from her nipples, which were now stiff and pointed and gleaming with his saliva. 'Very good. You've got the idea – don't think of anything else but what's happening, how nice it feels. That's all you're concerned with. Now we'll try something else.'
CHAPTER TEN
He began removing her clothes. Jennifer squeaked in protest, but he put a finger to his lips. 'Don't upset your mood, stay cool. Remember I'm a doctor, I've seen thousands of naked people. Above all, don't be ashamed of your body – it's a beautiful thing, it deserves your respect for all the nice things it does for you.' He went on lecturing her softly, soothing her, and before she quite realized it, he had her completely undressed. She felt more naked than she ordinarily might have, because he was still fully dressed in his suit and tie; but on the other hand, the fact that he kept his clothes on calmed her fears. He wasn't going to try anything, he was just frying to help her.
'Lie back. Close your eyes. Relax and enjoy.' His commands were gently given, and Jennifer obeyed. Then she felt his warm breath on the fur of her pussy. She struggled to discipline her mind – enjoy, enjoy, enjoy… His blunt fingers parted the curly lips, discovered her tiny, glistening, red clit. He bent down, flicked out his pointed tongue, and brushed the little organ lightly. Jennifer sighed. This step was going to be easy, she thought, for there was nothing in the world she liked better than having her clit tongued and sucked. But she made the mistake of opening her eyes and looking down at him while he lashed her fat bud with his tongue. His big head, covered with unruly blue-black hair, was unfamiliar to her, that of a stranger who had never been between her legs before, who had no business looking at all her secret parts. She struggled to get up.
'Please…' she cried.
Ciardi pressed gently but firmly on her thighs, forcing her pelvis down again. 'No,' he whispered. 'Don't panic, don't give up.' They looked at each other, across her upward-thrusting tits, his brown eyes earnest and encouraging, her blue eyes wide and frightened.
'But, Doctor,' she protested. 'It isn't right! I feel so exposed, so lewd! It can't be right, can it, for a man to kiss a woman there, to use his tongue there?'
'Yes, it is!' he said fervently. 'It is right! It's good, it makes us happy, it's harmless fun. There's nobody else in the world light now, just you and me, doing pleasant things together. Don't think about anything but that. For instance, tell me what you feel now.'
He bent and flicked her clit again with the wet, warm tip of his tongue, over and over, until she sighed and closed her eyes and relaxed.
'How does it feel, Jennifer?' he asked softly.
'Good…' she sighed. 'I like it.'
'Fine. Now, this?'
His stiff tongue began to trail through the folds of her labia, rubbing and wetting every surface, slowly, sensuously, until she was quivering. 'Well?'
'Heavenly,' sighed Jennifer.
'Excellent. Now concentrate on this.'
He inched his tongue slowly up her cunt, tickling the walls with his tongue, gradually filling and stretching her. She moaned and creamed hotly all around his tongue, and she went on moaning as he worked deeper. He reached out, took her legs, and moved them up till her knees touched her tits, thereby shortening her vagina and making it more open to him. She felt him licking her womb, and she almost fainted, both from the pleasure of it and from the heady thought of being licked in so intimate and secret a place.
'Oh, please!' she gasped. 'No more! It's too much.'
He withdrew and looked up at her affectionately. 'Sorry, I hadn't meant to go that far. It's just that you're so pretty down here, I got carried away. In my work, I see a lot of pussy, and, frankly, much of it is unattractive or dull. But yours is sweet. It – however, I digress. We'd better get on with our lesson.'
'Oh, Doctor, I don't know,' Jennifer sighed. 'I think you've made your point. I see what to do now. And I don't want to…' She broke off not wanting to finish. She had been about to say that she didn't want to climax in front of him, though she wasn't quite sure why.
He read her thoughts. 'I know. It's a very personal, intimate thing, and I'm still somewhat of a stranger to you. But you mustn't be afraid. I'm on your side. And you're doing so well, we really ought to continue. Tell me how this feels.'
He slipped his big hands under her buttocks, lifted her to him, and began to lick all around the puckered mouth of her anus. Jennifer was alarmed. This was one place, she felt, where he had no business to put his tongue. It was wicked, nasty, to taste her there. She was starting to twist away when she felt his stiff tongue wriggling into her asshole. It was hot, very wet, and too exciting to ignore. Her whole upbringing told her it was wrong – but he had persuaded her to dismiss that upbringing because it was false. She wavered, and as she did so his tongue got in all the way, stuffing her anus deliciously. He sensed her pleasure and held his thick tongue still, letting her wiggle her ass and work her anal muscles around it, letting her get the feel of it. Then he began to pump in and out.
'Oh, God,' moaned Jennifer. 'Oh, my God! Please, you have to stop! Don't make me come that way!'
He stopped and withdrew. To her relief, he now crawled out from between her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his face with a handkerchief. Then he patted the place beside him and smiled at her. She returned his smile and went to sit beside him.
'Well, now,' he laughed. 'Do you feel guilty about anything I did?'
Jennifer thought about it. 'No, I don't,' she answered, laughing also. 'I should have, but I only felt pleasure. Why?'
'Partly because you did as I told you. You blanked out all those stupid repression's and prejudices of yours. But I think there's another reason, too.' He took her hand and looked at her intently. 'You were passive, I did all the work, and therefore you weren't really responsible for what happened. You couldn't feel guilty about things you weren't responsible for. Now, if you were to do something pleasant to me, it might be different. I hope not, but we should find out. You initiate the action this time, you be in charge, and we'll see how you react.'
Jennifer blushed but smiled. He made good sense. She really ought to know all her reactions to this new scheme. Trailing her arms lightly around his neck, she kissed him, taking her time and using her tongue rather impishly in his mouth. At last she broke off and grinned at him.
'So far, so good,' she said. 'I liked that.'
'Well, all right, Jennifer,' he said, smiling. 'But it's not much. If you felt guilty about a mere kiss, you'd really be in bad shape. If it's to be a real test, you'd better try something more serious. Like this.'
She heard his zipper, looked down at his lap, and saw him drawing out his cock. She forgot her manners and simply gawked for a moment. Springing from a thick forest of black hair, his cock appeared very white, pale, and fat. It was not as long as her brother's, but it seemed thicker. Above all, it was stiff – suspiciously stiff.
'You have a hard-on!' she said indignantly. 'I thought you were being entirely professional about this!'
Ciardi snorted. 'My dear child! I'm only human! How could I possibly undress you, fondle you, kiss you, eat your pussy, without feeling anything? Your demands on the medical profession are heavy, indeed!'
Jennifer blushed. 'You're right. I'm sorry.'
'Very well. Proceed.'
He waited, his fat, white cock sticking straight up in his lap, as if there was nothing unusual about his request. Jennifer reddened even more, but saw no point in refusing. It was just one more step in the lesson. She gingerly touched the silky, warm shaft, curled her fingers around it, and then bent to lick timidly around the bulbous, purple glans. A little glob of white cream trembled in the hole, but she avoided it.
'Taste it,' Ciardi whispered. 'Don't be afraid.' She hesitated, then lapped up the little droplet and rolled it around on her tongue.
'How does it taste?' he asked.
