Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 09:31:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andrew xx <andrew_private2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Kath Goes To London Part 1

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'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!