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Kath Goes to London Ch. 01

By: andrewxx



This was written a while ago. What was I thinking on Christmas Day???? This is erotic fiction and is for adults only. Depending on where you are, this could mean you must be over 18 or over 21. If you're offended by stories about consensual sex between men and women, please read no further. You have been warned!

COPYRIGHT: 25 DECEMBER 2002. May not be reproduced or distributed without written permission from the author.

INTRODUCTION 

This is a story in several parts, starting with F solo, FFM encounter, FFF, FFM and so on. Read them in sequence to get the best out of it! There are sections of narrative that build the characters and scenes. Don't skip them to get to the sexy parts because if you know the background, the sexy parts are even sexier! I would welcome comments from women as well as men, as both Jack and Jill went up the hill together! Send comments to the address in my profile.

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Kath opened her post with shaking hands. She was anxious but not worried about the contents of the letter marked "Private and confidential." She knew who had sent the letter, and why; but she didn't know what detail it contained.

Kath was a healthy woman, in her prime. She wondered whether she was middle-aged or not. Was 42 middle aged these days? Sometimes she felt young and carefree and yet other days she felt worn and tired. She exercised regularly and enjoyed a good diet of fresh food and fruit. OK, she could afford to lose a few pounds around her middle, but she was in pretty good shape. Not particularly tall, she had a graceful elegance as she walked. Her legs were shapely; her bottom was soft and roundly curved but well proportioned for her height. Her breasts were those of a mother of two children, ample, slightly droopy and subtly veined. Nevertheless, they showed Kath was a real woman.

Kath enjoyed sex and had been quite adventurous with her husband. She often had solo sex too and masturbated just for the fun of it, as she had earlier that morning in her bath. She loved to torment herself with the slow build-up to orgasm using her showerhead to rain water down on her sex. It always gave a thrill, but lately it took ages to achieve her climax, even if she used her fingers to delve in her bushy pubic hair to find her clitoris to massage it more forcefully.

From the magazines Kath read, she knew that she was like many other women. For quite some time her body lacked the ability to orgasm with ease, and sometimes not at all. Sure, she tried all sorts of techniques either by herself or with her lover. But something either in her mind, body or spirit seemed to deny her ultimate pleasure. Naturally, being a sensible woman, Kath visited her GP who put it down to stress. The doctor didn't even examine her, but without too much thought, did ask questions about her sex life and general lifestyle. 

Doctor Stevens had been in practice for well over 40 years and was approaching retirement. Either he didn't care or wasn't trained sufficiently to read the signs that were causing poor Kath such distress. Actually, Doctor Stevens poo-pooed even the idea of the female orgasm and to him, a healthy libido was a dutiful once a month quickie that was more for the man's benefit than hers. This reflected more on his view of life than any current medical thinking. He hadn't read a medical or scientific training magazine for years, and most of his patients were men! Kath made a mental note to change her GP.

Kath was desperate because her recent low sex drive affected her marriage. Being bright, intelligent and in need, she asked for a second opinion. Stevens suggested the local hospital, but Kath simply became angry when that was suggested. She wanted action, and needed it now, not in 6 months or a year when the local hospital got around to her case! As a member of a private healthcare scheme, she demanded that Stevens referred her immediately to a consultant. Dr Stevens reluctantly agreed. He could not see any justification for all this private nonsense. His patients should wait for the NHS to creak into action. One patient was as important (or unimportant) as the next. But on Kath's insistence, he wrote to a Harley Street consultant gynaecologist called Andrew Maxim, whose name he grudgingly found in a medical directory. The letter she read contained the address and time of her appointment. 

On the day of her meeting, Kath entered the quaint and well furnished London consulting rooms of Mr Maxim and was greeted by Jayne, the receptionist and medical nurse who had joined the practice soon after graduating with honours at a major London medical school. Tall and willowy, Jayne was simply stunning with bright hazel eyes that set off her complexion and auburn hair. Kath gave her the once-over and estimated a long size 8 or 10, and her age to be early to mid twenties.

Jayne greeted Kath with a professional but warm and welcoming smile that spoke volumes. Kath couldn't understand what was being said subliminally, but she felt safe in this threatening environment. After all, Kath had received a few internal exams in her time, and none were enjoyable. The thought of her feet in stirrups and her legs open for display was distinctly unpleasant.

Jayne asked Kath to sit down across her desk and began to take details about Kath's history and referred to the notes and letter from Dr Stevens. Suddenly, Kath was overwhelmed with emotion and panic when she told Jayne about her intimate problem. Jayne tried to comfort her with kind words and explanations, but as she was speaking, tears welled up in Kath's eyes. She was desperate for a solution and told Jayne that it had been months since she had enjoyed a fast and strong orgasm. Jayne got up from her side of the desk and went to comfort Kath who was sobbing quietly.

"There, there", said Jayne. "You'll see that Mr Maxim will be able to diagnose the trouble, and maybe find a cure. He's very experienced and you'd be surprised how many women leave his care feeling a whole lot better. In fact, some ladies have a whole course of treatment lasting several months, and seem to be almost pleased to come back!" 

Whilst Jayne was talking, she had her arms around Kath's shoulders and gently hugged her. Kath began to feel comforted and sensed that the hug was perhaps more than just a sign of professional care. She also smelled Jayne's perfume and looked at her beautiful hands and pretty face and radiant eyes. Jayne smiled and Kath felt a warm shiver creep across her body. She had never felt this way before and was puzzled but strangely attracted to this new feeling. Jayne returned to her desk and Kath felt relieved and less pressurised. She relaxed visibly and as Jayne finished her notes, Kath read some of the magazines in the reception area whilst waiting for Mr Maxim.

Andrew Maxim was late. Having been at the gym, he ran up the flight of stairs that led from his parking space at the back of his office to his surgery. It was strange that Mr Maxim was called Mister, because only a few weeks ago he had been called Doctor. But now, as a fully-fledged consultant, his appellation changed. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the reason for this fast rise to becoming a consultant. He had pioneered a new method of curing a particular type of sexual dysfunction in women; and had studied hard and perfected his technique and his reputation had reached world status. It seemed the only medic who didn't know of his prowess was a quack called Stevens who just happened to be the GP of his next patient!

In the adjoining room, Jayne and Kath were chatting amiably, and gradually Kath became accustomed to Jayne's obvious caring and professional ways. Jayne explained that Mr Maxim would be ready soon and that she would often act as a chaperone as well as assistant to him. In that way, Kath could be sure that nothing untoward would happen. In the short time that Kath had been in Jayne's care, the two ladies had already established a rapport that was an additional comfort to the optimistic thought that at last, Kath would be able to fully enjoy sex. But in the back of Kath's mind was the question of exactly how Mr Maxim would be able to solve her problems. She did not enjoy pain, and was rather shy and did not relish the idea of even taking her clothes off in front of another person, let alone undergo an intimate examination. After all, what's so nice about a painfully stretched vagina during an exam?

Andrew stepped out of the shower in the private bathroom next to his surgery. As a fit 49-year-old at the peak of his career, the only flaw with him was his arrogant streak. But this blatant exhibition of power was justified as he was a brilliant physician and all his patients loved him as much as the results he was able to provide. He wasn't particularly tall, nor model-like slim and firm, but he radiated a magnetism that went far beyond the purely physical. He kept himself fit and although balding, he kept his appearance clean, sharp, youthful and handsome. 

He shaved closely and applied a special balm to his face that soothed and moisturised and smelled delicious. It was his own special recipe of patchouli, lavender and ylang-ylang blended into a non-greasy but rich vitamin E base. His face shone with health and he winked at himself in the mirror as he straightened his Italian silk tie that he had bought in Milan during a conference; across the collar of his Thomas Pink of Jermyn Street shirt. Yes, he looked dashing, and this was part of his charm. He exuded not power in an evil sense, but an established confidence that was incredibly attractive.

Andrew opened the door leading to the reception room and smiled warmly to Kath as he greeted her and ushered her into his consulting room. The room itself was well furnished with a desk, a couple of easy chairs, two sets of silk fabric covered screens and a white slide viewing light box on the wall. There were some pictures of mountains covered in snow with jagged peaks surrounded by cloud. In the corner of the room was a set of skis that were there to remind him that every now and then he needed to get away from it all and enjoy himself in a different way from the norm. The skis were a diversion for the patients to talk about, because really Mr Andrew Maxim enjoyed his work completely and couldn't imagine a better time and place anywhere on earth, even half way up a mountain in Courcheval. Kath fidgeted in her seat whilst Mr Maxim read her notes and considered his best course of action. When he spoke, his voice was rich, bold, strong and confident. He told Kath that he knew, really knew and understood what was making her so sad. She could hear in his tone that he had the answers and she fell under his pleasant spell. But she still feared the process itself. Although she had no real idea about the treatment, she knew that she would certainly reveal herself fully to his power.

"You seem a bit worried," said Mr Maxim. "What's on your mind?" "It's just that I really want to have an orgasm easily but more often than not, lately with my husband I can't, no matter what I do or what gets done to me. Now I'm here in this room with a strange man and I know that I shall have to take my clothes off and submit to an internal examination," replied Kath.

Andrew grinned and said, "That's OK. I hear the same worries from most of my patients, and I've devised a special way to take away your fears. The first thing I do is explain what I will be doing to you, and if you want Jayne to hold your hand whilst I do it, then that's fine too. I can help you and give you a mild sedative to ease you, or we can try a gentle hypnosis. But really, you must believe that all I really want to do is help you find pleasure as soon as possible, and the ability to continue to have pleasure for the rest of your life." Kath smiled and felt more secure. "Yes please, I'd like Jayne to be with me, and I'm too wound up for hypnosis, so I'll try the sedative."

Andrew picked up the telephone on his desk and spoke with his receptionist and requested that she joined them in the consulting room. Whilst she was coming in, Andrew prepared a syringe with a mild narcotic that was effective, quick, virtually painless and rendered the patient compliant but awake and aware of stimuli. But it also affected part of the brain's memory system so that the patient recovered fully and well but was unable to remember clearly what had gone on before if it had been stressful, but would make a positive and lasting memory if the patient enjoyed the experience. 

Jayne sat next to Kath and held her hand as Andrew explained. "Of course I will have to take a look at you. That's the only way I can diagnose the problem. But I'll be as gentle and quick as I can be. Especially, I will be looking for your ability to lubricate, because this is often a cause for discomfort. I'll do this by inserting a finger or two inside you, and gently circling your clitoris with my thumb. I may even use a vibrator to help things along. I will try to bring you to orgasm and if it works, that's fine, but if not we'll have to schedule another appointment for some more intensive treatment. When I've done that, we'll have a chat about the next step. Any questions?" 

Kath shook her head from side to side and looked deeply into Jayne's eyes. The nurse smiled reassuringly, patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, you'll be just fine." Kath smiled, but her heart was pounding and she was still apprehensive.

Andrew then spoke to Kath. "As this sedative takes only a few seconds to work, please go behind the screens and take off your clothes." To Jayne and Andrew, it was a simple request... but to Kath it was an order and she had no option but to obey. She rose to her feet and was guided to one of the screens behind which was a small dressing table and a coat stand with some hangers on it, ready to receive Kath's garments. Jayne told her to take everything off, and to put on the paper panties and gown that was neatly folded on the dressing table. The gown had no buttons, but thin ribbons of paper to tie the front to preserve Kath's modesty. She chuckled to herself at this ridiculous one-size-fits-all attire and disrobed. Her breasts were soft yet firm, and as she thought of what was to come, her nipples hardened. She looked down at them and thought "not bad, not bad at all. I hope he likes them! Mind you, he sees boobs all the time so he probably won't be that impressed." Kath was confident with herself about her body and yet shy in front of others. 

She knew every square inch of her breasts as she caressed them at least twice a day, as a prelude to deeper masturbation on the quest for an orgasm. She knew how squeezing her buds with just the right amount of pressure would alter her breathing, how a gentle but firm rub would make them swell. She went back into the main part of the room and sat down in the chair where Andrew and Jayne were waiting for her.

"Now, to explain. First, I shall give you the sedative and then take you through the other screens to my treatment room. There's a special examination chair in there for you, and I don't want you to be alarmed when you see it. It's not a conventional examination couch because it has straps attached to it and is connected to a computer console. It's a bit space-age, so I wanted to warn you not to be freaked-out by it! I use it for a variety of treatments, depending on this first examination." Kath was impressed by the doctor's honest and direct approach and felt that she could indeed trust him to provide the answers to her problems.

"So, now you know. Do you have any questions?" asked Mr Maxim.

"Yes" replied Kath. "Will Jayne be there with me, because I want her to hold my hand?" 

"Of course" said Andrew. "So, let's get started. First, I'd like you to sign a form agreeing to the examination and possible treatment, then when you're ready, you're going to feel a little prick whilst I sedate you, so just relax." Jayne and Kath tutted to each other at the hackneyed joke, and Andrew simply smiled. He'd used that line a thousand times before and always had the same reaction. He passed Kath the form which she signed without hesitation. Then, as Kath's attention was elsewhere, Andrew deftly slipped the needle into Kath's arm and gently applied pressure to the syringe to sedate his patient. Kath hardly felt anything whilst she was helped through into the adjoining room and into the chair.

Within a few minutes, Kath's head began to swim and she felt that she didn't have a care in the world. She could see, hear and speak clearly but it was as if she was floating six inches off the ground. The chair itself was a bit like an old dentist's chair that moved up, down, forward and backward and reclined into the horizontal. But the clever part was still hidden. At the touch of a button, the lower part of the seat split apart and moved wide, forcing open the legs of the occupant. But although apprehensive bells clanged in Kath's head, she couldn't have cared less. 

Andrew asked Kath if she was comfortable and Kath nodded affirmatively. Andrew then offered Kath a relaxing massage to help her dispel any trepidation she may still have. Kath smiled in agreement. In fact, she was so relaxed that she closed her eyes and she was quite enjoying all the pampering she was receiving at the hands of her consultant and assistant. She felt hands open her gown and caress her beautiful body as she lay almost naked with legs spread apart in the examination chair. She thought that the hands were soft and gentle, and quite unlike any man's hands she had encountered before. They actually felt more like her own hands, but they couldn't have been because hers were safely at her side. She opened her eyes to find that the hands holding, caressing and kneading her neck, chest and breasts belonged to Jayne. She wasn't angry or upset with the doctor's assistant, but simply luxuriated in the warm and cosy feeling and smiled at her in gratitude. 

Meanwhile, Andrew was working elsewhere and began to rub Kath's mound and apply pressure to her pubic bone. This made Kath feel even better and she sighed pleasurably. She could remember feeling this way before, a long time ago, when her marriage was new. That was years ago, and although sex with her husband was still a pleasant rarity, the shine had worn away. But all she knew was that she wanted these feelings to continue and grow, with Andrew and Jayne. Every time Andrew pushed down, Kath pushed her pelvis up to meet him. 

Andrew was searching through Kath's hair, trying to find the gateway to her soul and the answer to her problems. But her growth was rich and thick and he couldn't make the progress he needed. He asked his assistant for the razor, bowl and warm towels. Jayne left her massage duties and went to a cupboard for the equipment the consultant ordered. She returned a few moments later and after Andrew had deftly removed her panties, Kath experienced the delights of first the buzz and vibration from the electric shaver, then the warm water and shaving oil that would leave her shaven smooth as silk, open and vulnerable. Kath liked feeling this way too... a delicate mixture of wondering and basic lust.

Andrew began to masturbate his patient. He applied lubricant to his latex-gloved hands and gently caressed the outer folds of Kath's newly shaved sex. He used his knuckle to stroke the outer parts of her vulva and examined her carefully whilst doing so. Kath sighed peacefully and Jayne noticed how her breathing had slowed down and deepened. She reported her findings to Andrew who replied, "Thank you, nurse." Although Jayne had seen a woman being manipulated in this way many times before, it was still a real turn-on for her and she too began to lubricate, so much so that her panties soon became slick with her juices. As Andrew continued his ministrations, playing his fingers up and down the folds of her labia, Jayne continued the breast massage, concentrating on Kath's now rigid nipples. 


Kath Goes to London Ch. 01



Kath's breathing was regular, and this showed Andrew that Kath was on a sexual plateau. She was obviously enjoying herself, but she was not making progress towards her orgasmic goal. Andrew knew where the problems lay, and he was sure that Kath would need further treatment, and perhaps some minor surgery. This was because her clitoris was shielded completely by an over-large hood. But today was not the day to fix it. He, and his assistant, would have to find another way to bring their patient to climax. 

First, he needed to stimulate the clitoris as directly as possible. Jayne had already assisted the doctor during the procedure many times, so she knew what equipment was needed and how to work it. But today was different because under the skilful tutelage of Andrew Maxim, Jayne was about to perform part of the treatment. Andrew signalled for Jayne to come and continue the examination with him. As he put some lubrication on his latex-gloved fingers, he asked Jayne to come and massage the patient's clitoris. She did this gently but thoroughly, rolling it between her fingers and flicking it every now and then. 

Kath felt the darts of lightning coursing through her body, as she rose steadily towards her goal. When Andrew put two fingers inside Kath's pussy, he realised that there was no need at all for lubrication as her nectar flowed freely, so much that Andrew couldn't feel the insides of Kath because of all the liquid. Kath groaned in appreciation as she felt the fingers moving inside her, and the constant stimulation of her clitoris by nurse Jayne.

Andrew reached into a drawer and selected a quiet but powerful vibrator. Swiss made, it was expensive but effective. He applied it over Jayne's fingers so that they could soften the pulses. Kath felt the increased gentle but persuasive stimulation and groaned once again. As she did this, Jayne opened her fingers wider and held Kath's labia apart so that now the vibration was applied directly to the sides of her clitoris. Both Andrew and Jayne knew that it was too soon to stimulate Kath's clit too hard. They understood Kath's need to climb the mountain slowly and steadily so that when her climax came, it would be irresistible and shattering.

By now both Andrew and Jayne shared Kath's lust and were themselves as horny as hell. Jayne's pussy flowed freely and Andrew's dick was rock hard. At times like these, they questioned their luck at doing a job they loved, and how unethical it would be to take an even deeper (if that were possible) involvement by having full-on sex with the patient. But that didn't stop them playing with each other. In any case, Kath was almost there, so a little distraction for the medics wouldn't make much difference! 

Jayne masturbated herself with one hand whilst assisting Andrew's work with Kath with the other. Andrew grabbed his dick and rubbed hard. One dick, one hand, no problem! With the other he played the vibrator round and round Kath's now-sensitive sex. The tempo speeded up as each one was lost to the rapture of great orgasmic bliss as one by one they went over the edge. Jayne was first and she screamed out aloud as the rolling torment of climax hit her. She shuddered as her body went into spasm. Her patient who (for the first time in ages) bucked and thrashed as her body at last responded fully to the wonderful two-handed masturbation, aided by the vibrator felt her convulsions. Sweat poured from her as her temperature rose and she struggled to take in enough oxygen through her gasps. Kath's orgasm rushed through her body like an express train. Nothing would stop her.... and nothing did. Not even the groan from Andrew as his prick pulsed and spurted his copious load of semen on the floor.

Andrew switched off the vibrator as Jayne patted Kath's face with a cool flannel. He hitched up his trousers and felt his liquid as he tucked himself in. He was in a mess but it did not matter one iota. He had succeeded in his aim to help his patient, and had enjoyed the experience nearly as much as she had. Meanwhile, Jayne was restoring herself to normality whilst Kath simply lay in the chair and sighed with pleasure and relief. She knew she would have to return to have her little hood fixed. She had known about it for years, hence letting her hair grow to hide it from herself or anyone else. Now in her nakedness she realised how much of an impediment it was so waited to hear the advice of her consultant.

End of part 1. With thanks to Suzie for her advice. Send any comments as this is an early attempt at writing. I would like to hear from ladies especially because it was written for both jacking men and jilling women to enjoy. Remember, it was Jack and Jill that BOTH went up the hill! 



Kath Goes to London Ch. 02



COPYRIGHT 1 December 2005

No part of the following story may be copied or transmitted without written authorisation of the author.

This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental. 

WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended by consensual sex between two women and a man, do not read this story.

This is part 2 of the story. It leads to part 3 which is the climax of the story. Part 2 develops the characters, the storyline and sets up the thrills to follow in Part 3. Thanks to Susan K for her advice, and Jen B who wrote a nice comment and will appear in Part 3! I appreciate and respond to all comments. Please, ladies as well as gentlemen, do comment and tell me what the story did for you.

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An hour after her first diagnosis and treatment of her problem, Kath had showered and dressed and regained her composure. Her treatment had been thrilling to say the least, and she remembered vividly how she had orgasmed so strongly under the ministrations of her consultant Andrew Maxim and his nurse, Jayne.

Kath and Jayne sat in the waiting room together. Jayne was still flustered by her part in Kath's treatment. She was flushed with embarrassment, and her labia were still swollen following Jayne's solo masturbation that led to her own orgasm. But she knew that as a professional, she should not be feeling this way. There had been an obvious chemistry between the two women since Kath had first walked into Jayne's reception. There were a million differences between them... age, marital status, sexual experience, physical attributes; but none of these mattered one iota because there was an indefinable spark that linked them. This concerned her greatly. To have physical relations with a patient was absolutely forbidden, even in these enlightened times. Simply, it was against every directive and every ethical code in the book. But she quieted her thoughts as it was obvious that when someone masturbated someone else to orgasm, even as a prescribed medical procedure, that they too would be turned on.

Jayne sensed that Kath was still turned on, and could not shake the idea of touching herself discreetly under her desk. As she watched Kath sitting in the waiting room, flicking through Cosmo, she imagined Kath reading about sex and becoming horny herself. Occasionally, the two women made eye contact. Surely Kath could tell what Jayne was doing, especially as Kath kept crossing her legs and squeezing her muscles to rub her pussy lips together.

Meanwhile, Andrew Maxim was cleaning himself up, and the treatment couch that was sodden with Kath's juices, (even a consultant recognises his housekeeping duties) and wiped away the spunk that had flown from his cock only a few minutes before. Again, just like Jayne he questioned the morality of wanking himself whilst bringing a patient to orgasm. But a stiff prick has no conscience, and a horn needs to be dealt with. As he thought of both Kath and Jayne, his penis began to harden.

The medical sector watchdogs had provided little guidance on this. As Andrew Maxim was a well-respected physician, he had studied hard and risen to the top of his profession. He had appeared at countless ethics council meetings and was challenged about his professional conduct. Now, as a pioneer of new therapy for women, he had almost re-written the rules for good conduct. Namely, that any physical intimate sexual contact between physician and patient was acceptable, provided that a consent form had been signed, and that the procedures were explained in detail before any drugs had been administered and when the patient was fully clothed, and able to leave the surgery without hindrance. Andrew Maxim had obeyed these rules without exception. But, in all fairness, becoming sexually aroused was an occupational hazard that he found difficult to control. However, he did draw the line at full sex with his patients, especially as they would be at his mercy when drugged. He always remembered his professional position and was true to his Hippocratic oath.

Kath could now sense the smell of Jayne's juices as they leaked into her panties and covered her fingers. It moved Kath to surreptitiously squeeze her breasts with one hand whilst the other held up the magazine that shielded her from view. As small gasp escaped her lips, and it coincided with the gentle sigh produced by Jayne. Both women needed satisfaction but neither had the bravery to share their needs vocally. Jayne excused herself and almost ran to the loo where she immediately locked herself into a stall and rubbed her desperately needy pussy to orgasm. With two fingers of one hand plunging deeply inside her throbbing liquid sex, and her forefinger and thumb of the other hand tweaking her hard clitoris, Jayne bit her lip to mask the cries of joy as she came, visualising Kath as her new lover.

Kath was pleased that she was now alone in the waiting room, and she quickly slid her right hand into her panties and caressed the bare flesh beneath. Her moisture flowed and soon her fingers were coated with her nectar. She had never felt like this before. How could another woman turn her on like this? She was scared of labelling herself a lesbian, but thrilled at the way she was feeling. She squeezed her fingers as they pushed inside her and she felt her walls ripple as she climaxed. She hurriedly tidied herself up as she heard the loo flush only a few feet away. Kath wondered what Jayne had been up to in there all alone for the past minutes, and guessed that they had shared another orgasm together as Jayne sheepishly grinned at her as she returned to her desk.

After he gathered his notes and returned to his office, Andrew asked Jayne to ask Kath to join him for further consultation. She stood up slightly shakily and joined Mr Maxim in his office.

Andrew sat behind his desk and re-read his clinical notes. Kath sat demurely on the other side of the desk. She wondered about the physical boundary that was now between them and contrasted it with the extreme intimacy of their last contact. She felt a new little pulse of blood rush to her vagina and it began a slow tingle of anticipation. He looked directly at her and began to speak. Andrew knew that he had to remain as professionally detached as possible, despite the beginnings of another erection.

"O.K. that was a start. You already know what the physical problem is, and I have a couple of ideas to try to solve it. But I think that there are some psychological issues there as well that are stopping you having the complete freedom of orgasmic bliss. I'd like to suggest a holistic long-term health-care plan. It's quite detailed and will need a series of carefully considered decisions before we do anything more. 

Kath thought about her options and asked, "Do I have to decide now?"

"No, of course not. Take all the time you need. Discuss your options with anyone you like. Look on the Internet, certainly chat with your GP, talk with your best friend, and of course you should involve your husband. That point leads me to the psychological bit. I think that you both need some couple counselling. It really can help as part of your overall treatment. You grew your pubic hair to hide your most intimate problem from your most intimate partner. That can't be right. You need to feel good about all of your body and hide nothing, even if you're embarrassed about something."

Kath nodded in understanding and agreement. She didn't know when would be a good time to discuss her fears and options with her husband, but she knew the time would have to be soon. No doubt Ken would have questions of his own. After all, they had been married long enough for a deep caring to grow into solid love. But she had to know everything before she discussed it.

So Kath asked about what lay ahead. Who would do what? Where? What was the cost? Is it safe? What would be the outcome? So many questions, so many issues, so much pressure. Kath looked down at her clasped hands and tears welled up in her eyes.

The doctor discretely summoned his nurse to attend. Jayne entered the consulting room and sat quietly next to Kath, offered her a hand to hold and a tissue with which to dry her eyes. Andrew Maxim had seen this so often before. It was a reaction to the huge release of orgasm, and the confusion and fear of the future. Jayne was well trained in this support role. But this time, Andrew could see an unusual connection between Jayne and her patient. He wondered what was going on between these two women.

After a few moments, Kath composed herself and apologised for her distress. Andrew had heard apologies for tears countless times and never understood why people felt the need to apologise for a very natural human reaction. He told Kath that there was no need at all for apologies, it was very understandable for her to feel apprehensive and full of emotions that should be released. He was not patronising or condescending, he was being a decent human being, trying to empathise as well as sympathise with his patient's very real problems. Kath looked into Jayne's eyes, and Jayne returned the look that spoke volumes.

He asked Kath whether she wanted to continue the discussion, or leave to consider her options before a second meeting. She replied that she did not yet have enough information to consult friends and family, and asked Andrew to explain more about the treatments and options.

He began to explain. "Firstly, as you may know, your clitoral hood is quite thick and this prevents your clitoris receiving the stimulation it needs to help you to orgasm. We can resolve this either by the old method of minor surgery, or with my new technique that has many, many great advantages."

Kath nodded as her consultant continued. He took the time and care to explain the details that Kath needed to make an informed decision. It was important for both specialist and patient to understand the bond of trust between them, especially as Andrew went on to explain his new technique.

"The new and painless alternative to going under my knife is my own technique which is still in development and is not yet an officially approved medical procedure. That doesn't mean you're a guinea pig, it just means that we are still refining the methods. Approval only comes after a peer panel examines the procedures and effects. This will probably happen within the next 2 years, but I can tell you that so far over 300 women have chosen this treatment and the success has been excellent." 

"We have worked hard for many years putting the process together. The treatment starts with about a week's worth of preparation involving massage and ointments, then we use an electronic muscle pulse device to exercise the tiny muscles around the clitoral hood to gently pull it back and at the same time reduce its mass." The room fell silent as Kath tried to take in the information. Ointments and massage? That sounded vague and quacky, but distinctly pleasurable. She again recalled the feelings from the skilled fingers of Jayne and Andrew again and her pulse rate increased. 

"These creams are based on blood and other samples that will show me which nutrients your whole body needs, we will be able to stimulate blood flow and toxin drainage from the area around your vulva. If you wish, I will ask Jayne to take some small samples of your blood. I already have small test swabs from your examination today. All of these will be analysed to profile your body chemistry. Of course, the mild sedative will show up in your blood, but as we know its chemistry, and by now there will be so little in your bloodstream, we can ignore it. In any case, it's always worthwhile having these tests done once in a while, just so we can check your general health."

"The deep tissue massage prepares you perfectly. That's what makes it so easy for the pulse contractions to be pain-free and efficient. In fact, most women enjoy the stimulation and come to orgasm very quickly."

But the electronic muscle pulse device still worried her. It sounded frightening and sci-fi. Kath's vividly inaccurate imagination created visions of an evil doctor clad in his theatre scrubs pulling on latex gloves with a snap, and she being strapped down on a machine to accept some terrible sexual device. As a film buff, her sub-conscious remembered that famous scene in Barbarella and triggered new warmth that spread through her sex. Why was she feeling so horny today? Was it because she could sense Jayne's arousal that matched her own?

She looked at Andrew quizzically and again he read her thoughts and continued, "And before you ask, no, we don't want to electrocute you or your pussy! We're not into pain. No, my gadget is a bit like a tummy-trimming device. You know, the sort that stimulates muscles gently and makes them move and trim. You can buy them in the high street. It's not a new idea, and mine works in a similar way but in miniature."

"This is all about restoring your ability to have unlimited pleasure, where and when you want it. As I said, all the 300 women made the same choice, and for those it helped, there have been no side effects and only increased sexual activity and joy. There's no risk of infection, no long healing process, no risk of problems with anaesthetic. However, as with all procedures, it's not for everyone, but I think you'll find it the perfect answer."

He continued, "Jayne has helped develop the therapy, and she can tell you how it feels." Jayne nodded enthusiastically and spoke. 

"The massage is wonderful; soft, dreamy and very sensual. The idea is that you apply this cream every day for an hour for about a week. You may prefer to do a little-and-often regime, or just one large dose per day. It's whatever suits you. The best way to tackle it is to make it part of your playtime. You can do it yourself, have your husband do it for you, or anyone else you like. I had a lover help me and we had a great time." Jayne smiled knowingly at Kath. She was dying to be asked to help!

Andrew continued. "Over the week, as your pussy becomes more and more sensitive, due to increased blood flow and general good health, you may find that your labia are slightly more engorged and as you rub the cream in, your actions may lead to full masturbation. You may even surprise yourself and cum a couple of times. But don't push yourself too far. And at this stage, must not use any toys to bring yourself to orgasm. You will naturally learn to rely on your fingers to re-educate yourself to a natural climax."

Kath was already feeling horny, and her freshly shaved pussy began to leak precious fluid into her panties. Jayne could feel increased moisture in Kath's palm as she held her. Jayne guessed what Kath was feeling and began to gently lubricate in sympathy. Andrew who kept speaking did not notice the girls' reaction. The women winked at each other and understood their combined secret.

"Then, after a week, you'll come back here for another examination so I can check your progress and advise you on the second stage. I think it's too early to go into details here and now. Let's take it one step at a time. But to save another journey, why not let us take your blood samples so that I can send them to the lab for analysis?"

Kath nodded in agreement and while Jayne prepared her arm for the test and drew some blood, Kath thought of whom she could tell about this, and ask for advice. She thought of her sister... too judgmental. She thought of her best pal Jen... far too prim and proper. She thought of her husband... not until she'd got her head together a bit more. She looked up at Andrew and told him that she had no one to help her, so she would do it herself. They all sniggered at her joke and Jayne suggested that if Kath needed any advice, she could always call her. Andrew wondered about the ethic of the nurse/patient professional relationship. But when he saw the body language of the two women, he nodded approvingly and Jayne wrote her home telephone number on a card and gave it to Kath.

Kath's head was spinning with all that had been done to her, and the life-changing information she had received. She told her consultant that she had heard enough for the time being and clutching the card with Jayne's number on it, rose to leave. Andrew and Jayne stood up in harmony and as they said their goodbyes, Jayne accompanied Kath to the door. Andrew sealed the blood samples and instructions for the laboratory in a bag and asked Jayne to deliver them immediately.

End of part 2

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Kath Goes to London Ch. 03



COPYRIGHT 10 December 2005

No part of the following story may be copied or transmitted without written authorisation of the author.

This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental. 

WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended by consensual sex between three women and a man, do not read this story.

This is part 3 of the story. Thanks again to Susan K for her advice, and Jen B. I appreciate and respond to all comments. Please, ladies as well as gentlemen, do comment and tell me what the story did for you.

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Three days later, Kath was beginning to be annoyed by the constant itching of her pussy as her pubic hair had already grown to stubble length. As she lay in her bath, gently luxuriating in ylang-ylang foam, she looked at her breasts as they bobbed above the surface of the water. She remembered the smell of Andrew Maxim's aftershave that resembled her bath essence. Her nipples looked like ripe rich cherries and she gave them a playful tweak. They were sensitive to her loving touch and rose to hardness immediately. Her mind wandered to the touch of Andrew and Jayne, as they became her lovers in her fantasy. Again moisture gathered in the folds of her pussy as the now familiar feelings of returning libido took hold. It wasn't just bath water, it was Kath's own liquid fire. She reached for her soft sponge and caressed her skin with it. It glided silkily below the water to her inflamed sex. She closed her eyes and masturbated gently with a new calm. Her hips rose and fell as she worked her body. She ignored the bristles of her pubic hair and concentrated on the ripples of feeling that ebbed and flowed. She needed release as she thought again of her new-found sexuality. Jayne had kindled something within her and it was good. As she came, her heart pounded in her chest and she flushed.

Kath had not heard anything from her gynaecologist and wondered about the results of her blood tests. She had made up her mind herself about the treatment and was now ready to take the next step. She got out of the bath and whilst drying her body, thought about what lay ahead. Who could she confide in? Now that her desire for sex had returned, she was concerned about its direction. Was she at least bisexual? Or was she now only interested in women? For this reason, not only had she not discussed anything with Andrew Maxim, but she had also not discussed anything with her husband, Ken.

Ken was a kind man. Now in his mid fifties, balding but stylish, he wished he could lose his slight paunch and return to his physical state of yesteryear. He ate well but not to excess. He drank only the best Scotch whisky; not to become drunk, but only to savour the flavour. Like art and music, he enjoyed a relaxed finesse that he shared with his many friends.

Ken loved his wife. It was a soft, generous love of graceful acquiescence to Kath's wishes, and her agreement to his. It was a long-term partnership. Ken wistfully remembered the passion they had shared in their youth, and longed for their return. He knew it was impossible, and knew also that Kath had become withdrawn lately and her libido had all but vanished. Not only did he miss her sex, he also was concerned about her health and happiness.

Now in their bedroom, she glanced out of the window and saw that Ken's car was not in the drive. For the hundredth time that day, Kath read the piece of paper with Nurse Jayne's telephone number on it. The coast was clear so she lay on her bed and dialled. She was slightly apprehensive about the treatment and almost ashamed to ask Jayne for help, but now that lusty feelings had returned, she wanted to maintain and grow them.

Jayne had been waiting for Kath to call. Sure, she'd been nursing other patients with Andrew Maxim, but none had made the same mental connection with her. As she heard Kath's voice on the telephone, her heart skipped a beat. She put the call through to the consultant.

Andrew told Kath that her results were through and the creams would be available the next day. Kath agreed to the treatment and made a mental note to send a cheque for Mr Maxim's services so far, after she received the medication and invoice. After the brief call ended, Kath regretted not speaking more 

with Jayne. She had to find an excuse just to hear her voice. Her tummy fluttered with longing. She remembered something and redialled Jayne's number. 

"Hi Jayne, me again! Sorry to bug you but how do I apply the cream? My hair is growing again and I don't know if the cream will work." Kath was embarrassed at her stupidity. Jayne chuckled and chided Kath softly.

"You're a liar. You know exactly what to do, you just wanted to speak with me again. I'm pleased that you did because I've wanted to speak with you and make love with you since the moment we met. The last couple of days have been crazy. Every minute I'm alone, you're in my head and I've been masturbating with you on my mind. You wouldn't believe what's inside my head. Look, I'm not normally attracted to just women, but you've caught me hook, line and sinker. Even when I'm with my boyfriend, I'm actually fucking you. I've been creamy for days."

"Thank heaven for that," replied Kath. "I've been in a whirl too. I can't get you out of my mind. I've been cumming and cumming calling your name. I'm worried about Ken. He doesn't know anything about this. He thinks my libido has disappeared. He'll be terribly hurt if the reason for its return is you."

"So don't tell him yet." Said Jayne. "Do the preparation and treatment and see what happens. With a bit of luck, you'll rediscover your appetite for him. I've got an idea. I live only about half an hour from you. Why don't I ask Andrew to give me your creams and I'll drop them in after work. We can have a chat then, and if you like I can meet Ken too."

The two women said their goodbyes and fore each of them, the rest of the day went by very slowly.

Jennifer Harrison was 47 years old. Mature, settled, a pillar of the community. Jen (as everyone called her) was a member of the school PTA, the local council and went to church regularly. She wasn't a busybody, just someone who loved to get involved and give real help where it was needed. However, she certainly was no saint. Her sins would fill several books, but she did her best to balance her life. Jen had never married. She'd had several boyfriends who would come into her life then go out again. She just couldn't love any one man for more than a few months. There was always something stopping her. She quite liked sex, and that full feeling of a man inside her, but frankly her dildo felt just as good. Moreover, it didn't fall asleep before she climaxed or forget to rinse the hair out of the bath!

Jen was friends with a lot of people in the village and knew much about who was doing what with whom. She knew that Ken and Kath were unhappy together but didn't know why. Jen and Kath had been friends for ages. They often met for coffee and a chat, but had never shared any intimate secrets. Kath liked Jen and Jen liked Kath. But there was something that always seemed to get in the way of them becoming closer. Over the years they had discussed Kath's children growing up and leaving home, Ken's work and busy schedule, Jen's current boyfriend or lack of current boyfriend and everything else under the sun. 

But there was always something left out, something unsaid, something hidden. Kath could see it in Jen's eyes but couldn't understand what was there. Jen knew, but could never admit it, neither to Kath or especially to herself. After all, Jen's position in the community would suffer immeasurably if anyone knew how she really felt about Kath. 

Jen dressed in traditional country tweeds and looked every part Miss Prim. But her underwear painted a very different picture of her character and needs. Whilst quite down to earth on the exterior, Jen wore the finest silk next to her perfect skin. She was blessed with soft round curves that flowed as her panties gently cradled her bottom. Her 36C breasts were firm and ripe, tipped with sensitive nipples that forced her to place cotton wool around them in her bra so that they did not show the world her almost constant arousal. 

Her underwear drawer contained another secret, her collection of toys that gave her orgasms whenever she wanted. She had a small pocket rocket that she could hide in her handbag for a quickie during a coffee break. She had a soft jelly vibe that had little knobs along its length that clung to her most intimate flesh as she imagined her lover making love to her. She also had a Swiss made, almost silent multi-head vibrator that a friend had recommended to her. 

Essentially, Jen loved to masturbate and cum as often as possible. It was the only release she had, and it kept her sane. She'd try anything; using the showerhead to rain pulses of water on her soaked pussy, or lying under a tap as water cascaded on her juicy sex. She'd straddle her washing machine during the spin cycle, just to feel the tense, upward spiral that led to her climax. At the swimming pool she'd stand next to a water jet as it massaged her and brought her off. She loved hands-free orgasms. It felt like her lover was there doing her, instead of the constant loneliness that was with her.

Jen picked up her telephone and called Kath.

"Hello, Kath. This is Jen. How are you?" asked Jen.

"Fine, thanks. Never better." Replied Kath with a smile in her voice. 

Jen said, "You sound happy. What's going on? How's things with you and Ken?"

Kath thought for a moment or two and decided to share some of her recent events with Jen. It would do her good to hear that Kath was well and things were looking up. Kath wanted to pique her prim friend into loosening up, so she replied, "Not bad. There's something I want to tell you. Any chance we could meet for a coffee this afternoon, say around 4?"

"Sure." Replied Jen. "I'm looking forward to hearing why you're so bright! See you later."

"OK. Bye." Said Kath as she hung the received on its rest. She looked again at her watch and realised she'd have to prepare things quickly for her guest.

On the stroke of four, the blue Audi TT swung into Kath's drive. Kath looked out of the window and saw that it was not Jen but Jayne who stepped out of the car. Kath's tummy turned summersaults and a lump came to her throat as Kath saw her lover. Jayne looked fabulous and as their eyes met they both smiled. Jayne almost ran into Kath's arms and they began to kiss. Kath broke the embrace and almost dragged Jayne into the house. The two women held each others hands, looked each other up and down, smiled again and took up their kiss once again. Kath tasted another woman's lips for the first time and was only slightly surprised with their texture. She found them to be soft and yielding, yet demanding and forceful. Kath wanted to devour her lover and Jayne felt the same way. Kath closed her eyes as her hands held the neck, face and hair of Jayne. Jayne closed her eyes and matched Kath's breathing. They held each other close and hugged, held and grasped each other closely, one not wanting to release the other.

Suddenly, all the feelings changed. As Kath felt her face being stroked, she also felt an arm swing around her waist. As Jayne felt her cheek being caressed by Kath, she too felt an arm holding her body. Additionally, both women could smell a change in perfume. They broke apart and opened their eyes. They were stunned to see Jen making their private a kiss a group hug.

"Jen!" exclaimed Kath.

"Jayne?" questioned Jen.

"Wow. Jen!" said Jayne. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

"And I certainly didn't expect to you here either, especially in your uniform." Said Jen.

"What the Hell's going on?" shouted Kath. "Do you two know each other?"

"Yes we do, but we haven't seen each other for quite some time." Replied Jayne.

Jen interrupted. "I'm just as surprised as you are. I didn't expect Jayne to be here, let alone to catch you two kissing. But that would explain why you're so happy all of a sudden! We know each other because I had some personal difficulties that Jayne and my consultant sorted out. By the way, Jayne, how's Andrew?"

"He's fine, and as committed to fun as ever!" replied Jayne with a smile.

Kath was still amazed and asked if she'd been set up some how. Jayne simply explained that she had been able to leave London early and had arrived ahead of time, and Jen told her that as always, she arrived punctually; so it was a pure coincidence that they met.

"So,"said Jen to Kath, "Can I ask what's going on between you two? Have you turned lesbian or is this just a fling? The reason is that now I can tell you how I feel. I've wanted you for ages and have never had the courage to come out and tell you. I know that you really love Ken, but I've lusted after you from afar for years. That's why we could never be intimate because I didn't know how you would feel about loving another woman. That is, until I saw you just now with Jayne."

Jayne looked at Jen. Jen looked at Kath. Kath looked between Jayne and Jen. The room was silent as Kath tried to come to terms with the huge revelations and questions about her life, love and sexuality. She was bowled over by the enormity of the situation. Jayne was the first to speak.

"Look, Kath. It's very simple. I love women as well as men. I see patients all the time and have a great time with them and with Andrew. We've been lovers for ages too, and he knows that I swing both ways. Yes, Jen was a patient, and of course I won't discuss any more details, except to say that you already know what happens in Andrew's consulting rooms. But when you came last week, no pun intended, I felt something more about us. I think that you felt it too and that's why I wanted an excuse to visit you."

Kath turned to Jayne and replied, "I don't know what to say, or where to start. I don't even know what to think any more. I'd never experienced sex with a woman before I met you. Now my whole world is upside down. And we've been caught out by my best friend, who I find also wants me in her bed. And what about Ken? He thinks I'm completely off sex, and the reality is that I haven't been able to think about anything else lately."

Jen swung into her normal mode and went towards the kitchen to put the kettle on. Jayne took Kath in her arms and rocked her as Kath tried to unravel the mess inside her troubled head. A few minutes later, the three women sat around a table sipping tea and nibbling on chocolate digestives. It was a surreal scene, with each woman deep in her own thoughts. It was Kath who eventually broke the silence. She smiled and said,

"OK. It's not a tragedy. I still love Ken and hopefully always will. I don't think I'm a lesbian because when I remember peeping at Andrew's cock as he masturbated himself whilst you and he masturbated me, I certainly was turned on by it. So, if I wanted to put a label on myself, I would call myself bi. I have to say that the best sex I have ever had was with you, Jayne, and I don't want it to stop. I am very fond of you and fancy you like mad. I wanted you to come here so that you could put my cream on for me. I suppose you did the same for Jen."

Jen nodded in agreement with a shy smile. Then Kath continued. "As for you, Jen, I've always valued your friendship and yes, you are certainly an attractive woman, but I've never considered anything more between us. But if sex with you is as good as sex with Jayne, then I'm up for it too! But I will always love Ken and will tell him about us when he returns tonight. So, that leaves us with a few hours. And I don't know about you two, but I'm as horny as Hell and want to make love with Jayne and as Jen wants to fuck me, then let's take this conversation up to my bedroom."

With that, Jayne and Jen got up and followed Kath up the stairs to Kath and Ken's bedroom. Nobody said anything about being put off by making love as a threesome in a marital bed. As Jen was the common denominator in the triangle, she undressed first and lay on Kath's bed in just bra and panties. Kath was amazed at how sexy she looked, now that the tweeds lay pooled on the floor. Jen's soft silk accentuated her curves and Kath began to feel even more turned on, spurred on by the thought of intimately touching someone she trusted and knew for so long. She told herself to stop thinking logically and start thinking as a woman who had one aim in mind; her pleasure and multiple orgasms. 

Again she looked at Jen and saw the rise and fall of her breasts encased in pretty soft fabric that suggestively accentuated the shape of her nipples and caressed the contours into a wonderfully feminine curve. She looked down towards Jen's pubis and could see that there was a darker region of fabric that shielded her sex from view, but it was obvious that Jen was more than moist. She was wet and ready.

Then, under Jen's watchful gaze, Jayne began to undress Kath. Slowly she peeled the jacket off her shoulders and let the garment slip to the floor. In response, Kath's nipples began to harden as she looked into Jayne's eyes and drew her nurse closer for the continuation of the kiss that had ended so abruptly. The kiss melded the women's lips into a soft wet fold of lush skin as they gently but greedily enjoyed each other. Jen watched them and her right hand sneaked into her panties to begin a slow caress of her vagina.

As Kath and Jayne continued to kiss, it was Kath's turn to remove some clothing from her partner. She reached behind Jayne's neck and found the zip of her tunic. With a single tug, she slid the zip down until her hand rested in the small of Jayne's back. Jayne wondered where she had learned this skill and decided that for some people, it was just a natural instinct and talent. Lucky Kath!

Kath lifted her hands to Jayne's shoulders and gently removed her dress. Jayne helped by wriggling her body but did not break the kiss. As Jayne carefully slipped off her shoes and stepped out of her dress, she revealed her matching bra, thong and suspenders. Her nylon-clad legs were sheer, bright and firm. The toned muscles showed her youth and exercise regime. The two older women were not jealous, but turned on by Jayne's natural beauty. Jayne was thankful that she had dressed for the occasion, and that it had been her plan and desire to seduce Kath.

But the main attraction was Jayne's bottom. Her wonderfully rounded globes were flawless, perfectly formed, soft and graceful. The shape was seductive and ultra-feminine, a peach divided by the satin of her thong. Both Kath and Jen were captivated by its charm and Kath bent down to kiss it. She ran her tongue up and down the soft cheeks and held Jayne's body tightly. Jen continued to masturbate as her friends played in front of her. Jayne told Kath to stand up so she could undress her lover fully.

Kath soon stood naked with Jayne and both women held hands as they watched Jen as she writhed on Kath's bed. Jen plunged her fingers in and out of her engorged pussy and her moans and sighs only just covered the wet slurping and squelching noises from her grasping sex. 

Liquid flooded into her now sodden panties and Jayne responded by approaching the bed, kneeling down and pulling Jen's underwear down her legs and off her feet. As she did this, Jayne's face came close to Jen's sex and Jayne inhaled Jen's aroma deeply. Jayne looked up and saw the pleading in Jen's eyes. She turned to Kath and told her to come and remove Jen's bra and play with her breasts. Kath did not hesitate and immediately teased and squeezed Jen's nipples and fondled all of her ample bust. Meanwhile, Jayne's tongue snaked out and licked the length of Jen's slit. Her nectar was delicious and she drank from the fountain. Jen could hardly keep still and bucked her hips as she rode Jayne's tongue. More and more juice poured from her as she screamed in her orgasm. Jayne held on to her lover and continued to worry Jen's inflamed clitoris with her nose and fucked her pussy with her rigid tongue. Jen rolled on her wave of orgasmic bliss and Kath wondered how it would feel to have a woman's mouth on her sex. She would soon find out.




Kath Goes to London Ch. 03



Jayne's face was smeared with Jen's cum and she fell into an embrace with Kath on the bed. Jen lay next to them, recovering from her monumental orgasm. Kath tasted Jen's juice on Jayne's lips as their tongues entwined. The aroma as well as flavour was heavenly and Kath's senses heightened as she became more and more turned on.

Jayne played with Kath's hard nipples and gently squeezed her aching breasts. She rolled and tweaked Kath's sensitive and erect nipples and seemed to know just how hard to squeeze. Kath sighed in approval as they continued their long kiss. Jen looked on in admiration and she toyed with her own breasts. Jayne's juices flowed from her needy pussy and somehow she found herself astride Jen's head. Jen immediately sucked and licked at Jayne's sex, returning the compliment of a few moments earlier. Meanwhile, Kath played with Jayne's breasts and bum with her hands full of Jayne's luscious flesh. She began to tease Jayne's skin between her bottom and pussy, and Jayne moaned as her perineum was massaged by Kath's stealthy fingers whilst her sex was stimulated by Jen's tongue. She was in heaven and it was only a few minutes before Jayne howled in orgasmic bliss as her body endured wave after wave of passion.

The air was suffused with the scent of three sexually aroused women. Sex hung in the air. Whilst Jayne and Jen had been giving and receiving oral sex to each other, the novice Kath had not been idle. She had been stroking and kneading her breasts, and playing with her raspy-haired fanny. Her secretions added to the heady mix in the atmosphere and she knew that it would not be long before she gave and received orgasms to and from her friends. She wondered how come she had not done this earlier!

It was Jen who first noticed Kath's fingers playing with herself. Jen wanted to help masturbate Kath to orgasm but had an even better idea. The problem was that Kath was spiky and the thought of Jen's soft tongue on Kath's prickly mound was simply not on! In any case, Jen knew that Andrew Maxim's magic cream would need to be massaged into freshly shaved skin. So, she told Jayne her idea and Jayne immediately went into Kath's bathroom to find a fresh razor, soap and towels. Whilst she was there, she also saw Ken's electric shaver and grinned to herself. She returned to the bedroom to find Kath and Jen lying next to each other, locked in a deep embrace. At last. Friends behaving as friends should.

Jayne parted Kath's legs and switched on Ken's shave to remove the main part of Kath's pubic stubble. She knew that the vibration and pressure of the shaver on her mons would add to Kath's sexual frenzy. But she was surprised when Jen stopped her and asked her to get Andrew's cream and begged Jayne to allow her to shave and prepare her friend for the biggest cum of her life. Without hesitation Jayne agreed, passed the shaver to Jen and left the bed to find her handbag that contained Kath's special cream.

Jen settled down to her task and deftly pressed the whirring machine to Kath's mound. She was precise and sure with her movements and knew exactly how the vibrations felt for Kath. Jen smiled to herself. For so many years she had wanted to touch, kiss, lick and pet Kath's pussy, and now she was here, doing just that. Kath remembered how she was shaved just a couple of days earlier. The technique was different, and the feelings were somehow more erotic because Jen was creating them. 

Soon Kath's hair was removed down to a short fuzz. Only a blade could shave closer and Jen prepared Kath's sex with a gentle lather. Stroke after stroke came closer to Kath's lips as she sighed in anticipation. As Jen held Kath's labia apart, her little finger gently caressed Kath's hood. Kath blushed as she knew that her most intimate secret was out. Jen simply looked into her eyes fondly and said "Snap!" The two women hugged and Jen returned to her task.

Jayne returned with Andrew's cream. This was the enjoyable part. Jayne and Jen both knew the stimulating effect of the cream as it had been massaged into both women previously. Now it was Kath's turn to lie back and enjoy the feelings as Jayne and Jen dipped their fingers into the cream and began to work it mercilessly into the throbbing sex of the incredibly turned on Kath.

Jen and Jayne stroked, pulled, tweaked and massaged the whole area of Kath's sex. Kath's pussy leaked her own fluids that were added to the mixture. Unidentified fingers entwined as they played with Kath's tormented pussy. Precious liquid poured from Kath's heated vagina as the more and more cream added to the lubrication. Jen and Jayne applied delicate pressure to the folds of flesh around Kath's clitoris that warmed and glowed inside its cosy sheath. Kath gasped for air as she came like a volcano, screaming and babbling incoherently. For the first time, she actually ejaculated and girl-cum covered the hands of both Jayne and Jen who immediately licked and slurped the juices off each other and they gently caressed Kath's pussy with their tongues like cats licking the cream from a bowl.

All three women linked arms as they lay next to each other on Kath's bed. Kath's fanny pulsed with a rosy glow and she could feel residual spasms in her labia as they slowly calmed. Jen and Jayne were red-faced from their exertions and relaxed as their breathing returned to normal. But Kath felt incomplete. She had received incredible sex from these two women, but still had not tasted the ambrosia that only a woman can produce.

To remedy this, Kath snaked down her bed and was presented with the two beautiful pussies of Jayne and Jen. Gratefully, she sniffed around each one before planting small baby kisses on the still warm mounds of her lovers. Her tongue licked and pulled at the lips of first Jen then Jayne. Automatically, Jayne's and Jen's legs parted to allow Kath easy access to their sex. Kath used both of her hands to stimulate them and licked each pussy in turn to give both women equal stimulation. The race was on to see which woman would climax first. Jen and Jayne faced each other and kissed as Kath returned the favour of masturbating and sucking her friends to orgasm. The tastes and smells mingled into one as quickly and steadily Jayne and Jen climbed the path to climax. As Kath's wrists tired, she knew that she would not have much strength left to provide the final orgasmic triggers. 

She knew that it would be her tongue that lit the final fuses, so she had to make a choice. Should it be Jen, the long-suffering friend? Or should it be Jayne who introduced her to such incredible sensations? She chose both! First, she gently nibbled on the flesh around Jayne's clitoris, then did the same to Jen. Both women responded with howls of "yes, just there, don't stop", and then with circular motions of her palms, she leant her weight directly onto the whole mons of each woman and thrust her middle and index fingers deep into Jen's and Jayne's cavities. Simultaneously, their orgasms came and ripped through their bodies. Sparkles of light flashed in their brains as Kath eventually stopped her magical movement and licked her lips with a grin. As she snuggled back into the arms of her lovers, she thought about what the next days would bring and fell asleep.

End of part 3

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Kath Goes to London Ch. 04



COPYRIGHT 15 December 2005 No part of the following story may be copied or transmitted without written authorisation of the author.

This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental. 

WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended by consensual sex between three women and a man, do not read this story.

This is part 4 of the story. Thanks for the comments and encouragement. The others are soaked. I appreciate and respond to all comments. Please, ladies as well as gentlemen, do comment and tell me what the story did for you.

*****

It was seven in the evening when the three women woke. They had been enjoying each other's bodies for hours, but neither Jayne nor Jen wanted to be there when Ken returned home. There was just time to enjoy a shower before he arrived.

They all tried to climb into the shower cubicle together, but the reality was that there was insufficient space. But Jen and Jayne had the priority, so Kath left them to gather the clothes that were scattered around the bedroom. Over the hiss of the shower, she could hear the moans and shouts of pleasure as no doubt Jen and Jayne tried to wring yet another cum out of each other. 

Kath returned to see Jen kneeling on the cubicle floor whilst her tongue danced the Fandango in Jayne's soft and willing pussy. Jayne had one leg over Jen's shoulder to allow her all the access they needed. As she watched, Kath's own sex began to lubricate again and the moisture gathered around her already engorged lips. She was astonished at how just one application of her special cream had made such a difference. What would she be like by the end of her treatment?

Naturally, Kath didn't want to be left out so she began to play with herself as her eyes concentrated on the sight before her. Her fingers replicated the movement of Jen's tongue, and steadily aroused her towards her well-earned climax. She was not afraid to do this in front of two other women. Her inhibitions had been shed hours ago, and now it was the most natural thing to display her sex and masturbation openly. The sounds of Jayne's orgasm triggered Kath's and the two women made eye contact and smiled. They owed Jen a cum, and it would not be too long before she too enjoyed her climax.

As Jen and Jayne left the bathroom to get dressed, Kath luxuriated in the warm steam and pelting water as she washed herself. She did not want Ken to smell the love juices of Jayne and Jen...well, not for the time being anyway! What was she thinking? Sharing her lovely husband Ken with her new bi-sexual friends? Her mind began to develop ideas and permutations.

As seven thirty approached, Kath knew that she only had half an hour to wait for Ken to return. That was enough time to say goodbye to her friends, but not before making a date for a reunion and a long kiss as Jen and Jayne got into their cars and drove away. What an afternoon it had been. Now, she was finally ready to tell Ken.

Ken arrived home looking wearied by the day. He smiled as he saw his wife and immediately noticed a change in her visage. It was almost indefinable, but there was definitely something different to the way she normally looked. She seemed more relaxed and "sparkly". 

Her hair and makeup were lovely, and she smelled fresh after a bath. Ken's mind raced as he wondered what was going on. For the past months, Kath and Ken had shared some difficulties in their marriage. She was tired, listless and lacking; he equally so. He would leave Kath in bed in the morning, having slept badly through the night. She was unresponsive and jaded. All relationships have darker moments, and Ken wondered where it would lead. Now, there was a sudden and noticeable change in her demeanour. In fact, she had looked different for a few days. 

She had been to London and everything changed. Why did she go? Who did she see? Is she having an affair? Did she actually go to London? After all, he only had her word for it, and no proof. Ken told himself to stop being so suspicious and to trust his wife whom he had known and loved for so many years. But as Kath had not kept Ken in the loop, and had not explained her problems, now all Ken could see was a change without reason. It was hardly surprising that he was confounded and worried. But how would he quiz her to find the truth?

Instead of a meal at home, Ken thought it would be nice for a change to go out for dinner. Kath readily agreed and found her coat whilst Ken put down his briefcase and returned to the car alone. He had to be alone to think for a few seconds. There was someone else. There had to be. It certainly wasn't Ken who was Kath's lover at the moment. He again told himself not to be silly. There could be a much more simple explanation. A tonic, some medication, some reason that has caused this new sparkle. He'd get to the bottom of it over a bottle of pinot.

The meal was exquisite, and the wine was fine. The service was excellent and the atmosphere conducive to soft words. They were lucky to have such a good restaurant within a mile or so of their home. But they sat in almost silence. Neither Kath nor Ken had the bravery to talk deeply. Kath's sparkle left as they chatted about Ken's day at work, plans for the weekend, maybe a holiday, and anything safe. She visibly saddened as they passed time together but poles apart. Ken was sad too. He knew there was something going on, but did not want to challenge her in case he was completely wrong and said things that could not be unsaid. Whatever it was would have to come from Kath. 

Kath was terrified of what Ken's reaction would be if he found out the new spring in her step was because of her new-found love of sex with women. It was the ultimate betrayal because not only did it challenge their marital relationship, but also focussed on Ken's ability to be a man who could hold the sexual interest of a woman. So, she decided not to tell him, but return to the slightly sullen partnership that was the status quo.

Ken and Kath had shared a couple of aperitifs and the wine and a post-prandial brandy. To be safe, they decided to leave Ken's car and return home by taxi. In the taxi during the short journey home, they sat quietly holding hands. As they changed for bed, they hardly spoke with each other, and soon the light was off and they were at either edge of the bed, trying to make sense of their emotions.

The next morning, Ken went to work as usual. No breakfast, no communication and no kiss goodbye. This routine had upset Ken for months and he was becoming tired of it. He thought of this as the taxi drove him towards his car that he hoped was still at the restaurant. Kath too was worried. She knew that she would have to be the first to break the ice, but didn't have the guts.

As soon as he left, both Ken and Kath started hatching their plans. Kath called Jen and told her about the evening before. Jen was sorry to hear the news and asked what she could do to help. She realised that at best, her relationship with her new lover would be peripheral. Ken and Kath loved each other deeply, and Jen decided she would be a true friend and try to help mediate. Jen was uncertain what she should or could do, but was experienced enough to know that something had to be done, and quickly. So, she suggested that they meet to talk. Kath invited Jen to her home for brunch. Kath didn't just want a chat with her friend, she needed a hug and wanted so much more.

Ken made a series of phonecalls and dialled his office and made an excuse for not being there today and got out of the taxi in the car park of the restaurant. He placed his briefcase in the boot, locked it and began putting his plan to work.

Jen arrived at Kath's house to find her friend crying. Immediately the two women held each other. Jen stroked the back of Kath's neck soothingly. Kath calmed and with tear-stained cheeks kissed Jen hungrily on the lips. They had gone far beyond friendship. It wasn't love, it was lust. In reality, both women knew the roles they played. Kath removed Jen's coat and flung it over the arm of a chair, to reveal a short skirt and tight fitting jacket that accentuated Jen's curves. Jen dropped her bag to the floor and continued to kiss Kath's warm and willing lips. As they kissed, each woman's hands roamed over the body of the other. Breasts were fondled, held, squeezed and caressed as both women luxuriated in each other's touch. As they were becoming more turned on, they each felt warmth gather at their sex and knew where it would lead. 

As Jen knew her way to Kath's bedroom, she picked up her bag, took Kath by the hand and led her upstairs. Reaching the bedroom, Jen went straight to the en-suite and closed the door. Meanwhile, Kath hurriedly removed her clothes and got into bed. She stretched out on her pillows and waited for her lover's return. It seemed odd that only a few hours before, she had lain there almost lifeless next to her husband, and now she was charged with sex and ready. Her pussy was moist and available and she knew she would not have to wait long.

Jen returned naked from the bathroom and put her bag on the floor next to the bed. She got in and cuddled her lover who was warm and open. Jen was already as heated as Kath and her hand immediately sought the join of Kath's legs. Her fingers touched the wetness between her thighs and began to circulate Kath's clitoris. Jen's other hand separated the folds of Kath's pussy and the heady aroma of Kath's juices mingled with the spiciness of Jen's. Jen licked her lips in anticipation of what was to follow, but did not falter in her task of bringing her friend to orgasm.

Kath shouted Jen's name as she came. It was fast and furious. She gushed fluids onto the fingers and hands of her mate and shook as the climax ripped through her glowing body. It seemed that she was always ready to cum, and Jen knew exactly what she needed and obliged willingly. As Kath rolled on the waves of pleasure, Jen turned to her side of the bed and found her bag. Carefully, she took out a dildo and warmed it between her legs. 

Meanwhile, her other hand kept up the assault on Kath's heated sex. Once again, Kath climbed the path towards her goal of yet another orgasm, but this time, just before she peaked, Jen plunged the soft jelly phallus into Kath's gaping hole. This was not love, this was sex. Pure and simple, lusty and strong, passionate and effective. Kath thrashed around on her bed as her lover induced more and more pleasure and brought her to climax again and again. Would she never stop? Was there a limit to how incredible the feelings were? As she wallowed in bliss, she squeezed her breasts and nipples almost to the point of pain. Her eyes tightly shut, she focussed only on her sex. 

Selfishly, she channelled all her energy into her groin and squeezed her pelvic muscles rhythmically. Her buttocks clenched in and out as she tried to drag the dildo deeper inside her. Jen twisted and rotated the soft flesh-like object of lust so that it gripped and pulled the sides of Kath's pussy. Kath groaned in appreciative response.

Ken stood naked at the end of the bed, as he watched the result of his co-conspirator's work. For several minutes, he was simply aghast at what he saw. Blood engorged his penis as it rose steadily. He cupped his balls with his left hand as he caressed his length with his right. Again and again he pulled his skin up and down and his crown swelled. It was a natural reaction to an un-natural situation. He was openly wanking now, urging himself onwards towards his own climax. What he saw was on the verge of unreason.

There was his frigid wife now acting like some sex-crazed amazon. But it wasn't a man who produced this reaction, it was her female friend Jen. Moreover, they were not making love in the way a married couple does after years of association. They were not slow, deliberate and unhurried. They were in a frenzy of lust. They were fucking, screwing, bonking using a series of licking, sucking, and wanking. Every part of Kath's body was on fire as Jen continued to thrust. The noises of sex joined the moans, gasps and sighs of both women and turned Ken's erection into a throbbing that he had not felt in years.

Jen and Ken made eye contact and smiled at each other. She gestured to him to replace the dildo with his own raging hard-on and on a mouthed count of three, Jen withdrew the jelly dildo, rolled away from Kath and Ken immediately took her place and plunged his dick straight to the hilt inside his adorable wife. Kath opened her eyes in amazement as the feelings changed and she felt the presence of a third body in bed. 

In the first instant, she thought it may be Jayne who had returned to join the fun, but was horrified when she realised that her husband had caught her out with her female lover. She tried to close her legs and push Ken away, but he was too strong. He was like an animal thrusting in and out of her well-prepared fanny. She had to admit that a real penis does feel better than a fake, even a well used one like Jen's. She met her husband's thrusts stroke for stroke. She knew he would not last long. No man could, with the soaking and gripping environment of the inside of Kath's pussy. Her internal walls massaged and caressed Ken's member as he moved inside her. It was soft, strong and natural. She was pulling him inside her and clawing his back to hold him against her body. The years of anguish simply evaporated, and Jen watched happily as her two friends bonded once again.

Jen's hands were busy once again with the dildo, but this time she used it on herself as the tableau unfolded in front of her eyes. The bed rocked and heaved as three lusty bodies worked to achieve the pinnacle of feeling. Perspiration flowed, and both Ken and Kath were red-faced through their exertions. Jen's hands were a blur as she brought herself off, moaning and clutching her body as it spasmed. Ken's balls tightened and his bottom clenched as he tried to put pressure on his own G-spot.

Meanwhile, his wife bit his ear hungrily and licked his face in love. Her rapturous pussy worked its special magic and wanked him internally. His semen flooded her cavern and as he continued to fuck his wife, Kath's copious juices joined his spunk as it was pumped out of her body with every stroke. As they came, through joyful tears they hugged and said, "I love you".

All three rested and lay like sardines in the bed. The sheets were soaked and the air stank of sex. Ken thought how lucky and fortunately clever he had been in confiding in Kath's best friend about his worries over Kath's possible affair. Earlier that day, during the phonecall from the car park, Jen had already explained about Kath's gynaecological treatment, and promised Ken a wonderful surprise if he returned home silently. She wouldn't say anything more except she would even arrange to open the bathroom window for him, so he could shin up the drainpipe and gain easy access. 

Jen, Ken and Kath left the bed together to open a bottle of champagne and take it back into the bedroom where they stayed for a few hours more, loving each other in so many ways. Under Jen's watchful instruction, Ken applied Kath's special cream into his wife's labia... not that they needed any treatment. Kath relaxed openly as the petals of her sacred flower drank the attention of Ken's lustfull fingers. Jen was busy with her hands too. One was in her pussy, keeping up with her friends, and the other was massaging Ken's scrotum. Although Ken had cum only a short while ago, he responded to the scene and sported a solid erection once again. 

They arranged that Jen would help Ken during the next few days with the administration of Kath's medication, and as they discussed this, the telephone rang. It was Jayne asking about Kath's progress, and when she and Ken could visit London again for the rest of her treatment.

End of part 4. This is the last part so far. Comments please.