“John, I want to thank you, uh, to blow you…no, that sounds too crude…to return the pleasure.” She paused and he sensed her earlier apprehension return. “But I’ve got to take out my teeth…”
Wondering if this was getting weird,getting into the more challenging part of sex therapy, he said, “I’m here for your needs, Viv, and that’s your decision. I’m willing.”
“The accident…I lost all my teeth.” She was still holding his cock, yet he sensed her bowed head and averted eyes.
“Are you afraid that you can’t have a man if you can’t please him?” He asked.
“I, I guess so? But I am grateful, too.”
“doctor,” he said, “I’m willing to explore this facet of Viv’s recovery if you think that’s a good path.”
There was a pause and he wished he could see her face, read her expression. But then she said, sounding resigned, “Yes. Viv, it’s your choice.” John wished he could wink at the doctor. She hadn’t had to share him before, but he’d been the object of many women’s desires, sometimes several at the same time, and he was familiar with the tensions that arose when there was just the one magnificent male organ to share. They’d have to talk about it soon.
Viv released him for a moment and he felt her shift between his legs. “Thank you,” she slurred to the doctor and then the most surprising thing happened.
A slim hand grasped him and her wet, hot mouth enveloped his cock. He filled it and he knew she wouldn’t take him deep, but the smooth, firm, slippery sensation of her toothlessness made it different, maybe better, than any other fellatio he’d had.
She sucked and stroked and moaned as she spitted her mouth on his knob. She moved freely, worked her tongue forcefully under his crown, varied the tightness, the toothlessness making her mouth firm, yet smooth. Soon drool ran down and dripped from his balls. Her hands, now stacked on each other, moved in the slickness, squeezing and twisting.
John wished he could see it. He loved watching his veiny shaft split a pair of stretched, wet lips, see the woman strain to take him, her mouth grasping, spit shining him. Especially one so enthusiastically trying to please him.
John felt Viv’s body press against his thighs, her warm, heavy beasts mashed against him.
He lay his head on the cushioned curve of the couch back and just felt it happening, this surprisingly good, new and unique sensation. He suddenly hoped there’d be many more sessions.
Then the doctor gave him some of her own special grace. From behind him she hung one of her heavy teats at his lips and he felt the warm, familiar sweet milk wet his lips. He opened and suckled, head back while his prong got polished.
“It’s time to pump, anyway,” the doctor said, “and, Viv, this manifestation of your goddess is a beautiful, erotic thing,I have to say.”
“I wholeheartedly second that,” gasped John as her fingers and mouth were applied to every inch of his organ, “You’re a whole woman, Viv, not a broken one.”
“The Gods of Olympus are in us,” the doc said and she dragged her other weighty mammary to his lips and he suckled some more, his cheeks wet with milk.
John resisted the urge to get Vivian’s head in his hands. Better to give her full autonomy. Her technique suggested that she had indeed liked fellatio enough to get very good at it.
Other’s who’d blown him had techniques of their own – the varying of the pressure, or rhythm or depth, the clever tongue or the look in the eye. But Vivian’s mouth was materially different without the sharp hard teeth. It was pliant, firmer than a vagina, but also more mobile, more able to create varied and targeted sensations. A pussy could squeeze with the use of the Kegels, but Vivian was using her tongue to massage his frenum while her soft palette pressed his glans tight, like her fist might.
He could press his cock into the pocket she made without fear of clipping a tooth. Especially with the molars gone he went deeper than he’d expected without gagging her.
She kept a firm grip on his dripping pole with both hands and bobbed on the remaining length, her gums slipping rubbery over the corona. John had played with some masturbation sleeves before, but though they were ribbed and rubbery like Viv’s mouth, they didn’t have perfect warmth or the slick lubrication of her drool. They didn’t move like her mouth, twisting, clamping, squirming, sucking, pulling back to leave him in air then inhaling him again, making every sensation a surprise, a step farther up Mount Olympus toward his explosion.
“Viv, I’m pretty close,” he pulled away from the doc’s freely expressing mammary to caution her, “do you want me to finish in your mouth?”
The woman simply nodded her head as she bobbed and whined, “mmm-hmmm!”
“Keep humming while you do that, Viv,” said the doctor, dropping her nipple between John’s lips again. John appreciated that the doctor was willing to share one of her signature techniques. So…probably not jealous, but especially aroused.
Vivian kept humming while her tongue stroked and her hands twisted.
His cock felt two feet long, a charged arrow ready to be released.
The climax rushed at him now.
His buttocks clenched.
Viv sucked hard.
His toes curled in the thick carpet.
Viv pulled off and licked his tip.
His legs clamped Vivian’s body between them.
Viv engulfed him again, wet and tight.
His fingers gripped the ridge of the couch’s back; ten iron bands.
Viv rubbed his corona across her gums.
His testicles swelled with heat.
Viv ran a finger down and swiped across his wet, furry balls.
He sucked hard on the doctor’s leaking teat.
Viv took him deep, clamped hard on his knob and hummed her deepest chord.
His back, his thighs, his shoulders, his arms grew stiff as the coiling power of his imminent explosion built.
Viv pulled hard on his shaft with both clamped hands.
His hips rose slowly from the cushions.
Vivian rose with him, drawing him taut, pumping, holding his knob tight.
His mouth clamped on the doctor’s puffed nipple and he sucked hard, his head rolling.
John’s muscles made a bow of his body, the arrow of his erection nocked in Vivian’s warm, wet and welcoming mouth.
She hummed and he quivered, fire running along his veins.
He thrust, arched over the couch.
She sucked hard again.
His balls drew up, tingling.
She caressed his sack.
He became a channel of Olympian power, the salvo of his sperm shooting through him, erupting in Viv’s mouth.
She worked her mouth to swallow his thick load.
Shaking, possessed by irresistible forces, he exploded again.
And again…
And again…
And again…
And again…
And again…
Firing bolts of molten spunk until the woman’s lips slid in the white froth running down his shaft, that boiled over her fingers, streaked his balls, soaked into the couch, scenting the room for future clients.
Again and again he erupted, his knob expanding with each salvo, on fire with his passion as she massaged his wet balls and hummed him through the long slow descent from Olympus.
His body uncoiled and sank to the cushions, his heels slid on the rug, his face, wet with milk, felt the gentle kisses of Dr. Wright licking him clean.