A Dog of a Morning   by UK Snowy


"Can't you understand Doc, it's not a mental thing well it's physical, you
know," whined Gina Sillitoe, staring at her hands interwoven in her lap.

Doctor Henrik Roscoe peered at her over his specs perched perilously close
to falling off his bulbous, pock marked nose. The attractive blonde was one
of his favourite patients, one of the few bright spots of his otherwise
unexciting rounds of dreary and depressing women in trauma. Her big tits
always sparked his imagination. Her bright blue eyes, pleasing smile and
carefully prepared hair made quite a picture in his waiting room amongst the
worn-out, downtrodden females that beat a path to his surgery. The mention
of the word OEphysical' aroused him even more this time. What will her pussy
be like? he wondered and wished he was more than just a mind specialist. How
could he engineer an examination of her body without arousing too much
suspicion , he wondered?

"I'm sure if you channel your thoughts correctly Gina, you will be able to
overcome this desire to be physical. Let's face it. You know and have known
for many months now that you will not be able to carry out a normal life in
terms of your netball and tennis. There are ways of playing sport from a
wheel chair but every time I have mentioned it, you have dismissed the
idea," he told her.

"It isn't sport Doctor Roscoe. Look - to put it bluntly, it's sex, I need
sex,"  Gina said quietly, glancing at him with short sharp looks. I need a
fucking great hard dick up my pussy - and soon or I'll go mad.
She looked away from him, liking the old fellow very much, but still
embarrassed about discussing the intimate problem haunting her. At 28 years
old and once the centre of attraction in clubs both sporting and social, she
had had the pick of a fuck athlete from a host of admirers. The fact that
her mobility was now totally useless below her waist made her a social
outcast amongst the materialistic bunch of testosterone charged men she once
craved, especially that bastard Brad Revell. She loved to fuck, was highly
sexed and willing to try any ideas to achieve better orgasms than the
previous one. How could the seventy year old man in front of her know how
her pussy felt. She knew how it felt. Hot, wet, hairy and empty apart from
the various inanimate objects she thrust in and vibrated with.

"That is something I can't help you with my dear,"  said the doctor, wishing
that he could. How he would like to feel between her thighs, which would
never achieve the strength and shape they had before her car accident. Even
a fumble down her tee-shirt to hold and caress those wonderfully round, big
nippled bosoms would be nice. Gina never wore a brassiere he noticed to his
delight when she first met him during the initial therapies. To get an
erection was beyond him now   it just didn't seem to work, however he tried
to stimulate his shrivelled old dick. Viagra had not been medically suitable
for him so he and wife Eva had long since stopped fucking, although they
both enjoyed various stimulation from active and expert hands. Eva's sixty
eight year old breasts were rather long and flabby now, but the doctor loved
their mature size and warmth. Her fanny was always welcoming, although
needing assistance from Mr KY as they childishly referred to the industrial
size tube of lubricant.

His secretary buzzed him and Henrik excused himself to deal with something
urgent in the outer office. As he left his consulting room, he could not
prevent Donal, his Irish Wolfhound from trotting through from the outer
office. Gina greeted the dog as she usually did, being well used to it's
presence as the doctor ran his consultation business from his huge, ancient
and scruffy eccentric suburban house.
"It's OK Doctor. He will be alright for a moment,"  she called assuredly.
She swivelled her chair to greet Donal, fussing over his sharply defined
head and rubbing his chest which she knew he liked. Her big, unfettered tits
rolled as her arms stroked the hound and then she felt the familiar tingle
as her nipples rose as she rubbed his ears. Hang on Gina this is a dog, but
yes - a living being, but an animal and you're getting leery. God you're
getting desperate. Stop it, she chuckled inside.

Suddenly Donal did something he had never done with her. His big wet nose
dived deep into her crotch and he sniffed into that warm vee formed between
her legs. As usual she wore a close fitting pair of jogging bottoms. They
were simple, comfortable and suited her permanently seated position   and
just as importantly, they hid the useless things that hung from her hips.
Taken aback by the assault on her private area initially, Gina let him
snuffle as she realised how nice it was to have something guided not by her
own hand rutting about in her crotch and then realising the folly of her
thoughts, she gathered her senses together and tried to push the big dog's
snout away. He was strong and keen, his long curled tail wagged incessantly
  he was certainly keen on something down there and it dawned on the
stricken girl that she had not washed her cunt that morning. Her mum had
been taken ill suddenly and Gina was out of bed in her specially adapted
ground floor annexe at her parent's palatial home and helping until the
doctor arrived in response to her dad's frantic phone call. Don Sillitoe,
although wealthy and world travelled, was not a practical man and although
she loved her dad deeply, Gina knew he could not cope with the slightest
domestic thing out of ordinary. The doctor told them it was virus affecting
Jennifer Sillitoe's breathing and dispensed some medication

Having sorted Don out including cooking his breakfast, she grabbed a banana,
got her and her wheelchair into her car and drove fast to the doctor's
residence for her consultation. The old man's words had been invaluable in
her rehabilitation and she looked forward to the chats and analysis, but
today she had been set on pressing her physical needs to him. Donal was
pressing his needs to sniff at her panty gusset right now and he was proving
difficult to shove away.

Gina gave a mighty heave and managed to scuttle the hound away and as he
turned and regrouped in a friendly manner, she spotted his big balls tight
between his athletic legs. Like a blinding light   it hit her. The dog is a
big male, got superb balls, wants to eat my cunt and is strong. He's got a
cock too! What if I got a dog? The question whirled through her brain   it
was Eureka time in the girl Sillitoe, but dare she? When Donal resumed his
snuffling, she opened her wasted thighs, checked the door was still closed
and let him sniff happily, while she manoeuvred him round so that she could
investigate his undercarriage. I can push him away quickly if the doc comes
back in. Still got my sports reflexes, she thought. His backbone was much
higher than her knees and she could nearly slide them under his torso. She
felt under his sinuous belly and found the hairy bulge of his sheath.
Fearfully Gina felt it, all the time glancing from Donal's seemingly
contented face to the door and to what she held in her fist.

It felt solid, hairy, heavy and hot, but she knew nothing about canine
genitals. However Gina did know how to stroke a man's crotch and daringly
she tried this approach. It was instinctive somehow - as if she knew the
next step. Her hand was too far back initially and when she slid it forward
and backwards, she was stunned to find that soon a couple of inches of the
dog's cock emerged. She leaned precariously over her chair, not wanting to
terminate Donal's shoving snout and found she could see his penis. It was a
sort of angry pink purple colour with a pointed end.

Gina stroked more vigorously, tempting extra length out and soon she had
over six inches of sticky hard dog dick in her hand. Oh my God, it's as big
as a fella's, she mused. In trying to see more and get two hands at him, she
leaned further outwards and soon the cleverly engineered wheel chair
overbalanced and she crashed to the floor. Donal yelped and trotted away at
the sound, but soon came back to the stricken woman. Her adrenaline pumping
like it hadn't for many a month, Gina gazed up at his undercarriage,
thinking that Henrik would come charging in any minute after the crash.
Donal's bright beacon-like cock waggled ridiculously under his shaggy grey
torso as he trotted around, while Gina hauled herself from the confines of
the chair frame. Laying free on the floor she, glanced quickly at the door,
but nothing seemed to have disturbed the quiet atmosphere, so tentatively
she again reached for Donal's cock, thrilled at the freedom and to be able
to handle a living penis once more.

Minutes later, as quick as he could extract himself from the second
telephone call, his nurse taking a toilet break, Dr Roscoe opened the
enormous leather panelled door into the cushioned and highly upholstered
consulting room,  worried after hearing her crash and stood dumbfounded for
a moment at the scene before him. Nurse Geri Bulstrode noticing his pause at
the door on her return to her desk - was following him, but having glanced
into his inner sanctum, he managed to convince her that all was well and he
could handle it, pressing his fingers to his lips to indicate silence. He
shut and locked the door quietly and stood on the rich Afghan rug, watching
the lewd antics across the big room.
In the privacy of her reception area, Geri hoisted her skirt and excitedly
but carefully sorted out her underclothes. On hearing the telephone trill
again - she had hastily pulled up her brand new pale blue French knickers,
catching the lace edging on the loop of her suspender belt. Sorting it out
without interruption, checking it wasn't damaged, she settled down to
collect the paperwork together and leave for the bank and the rest of the
day off and bliss - sex all day with a thirty year old lover.

Gina was pressing Donal's head into her crotch which she opened as far as
she could, whilst openly stroking and admiring the considerable girth of the
hound's penis. Henrik watched silently, a hand slowly rubbing through his
thick shock of white unkempt hair.

"Oh yes Donal, that's good, sniff my panties."  she uttered quietly. "My
what a big boy you are. How I'd love to get this beauty up my pussy."
"But you can Gina,"  said the doctor with a smile.
She whirled her head round and stuttered with surprise at having been caught
out.
"I fell over and he came to me and then his his hhh his er! his  er his cock
came out and and and then he started to sniff me and .."  her voice tailed
off and she burst into sobs.
Henrik shuffled over to her. Donal interrupted his crotch investigations and
wandered to his master who stroked his head and nodded after glancing down
at the dog's genitals. He reached Gina and knelt down stiffly, with
accompanying grunts due to the pain of his arthritis and turned her tear
stained face to him.

"It's alright Gina. I understand. There is no need to explain, these things
happen, but we need to talk about it. I can help you,"  he pacified her. He
helped her to regain her composure - propping her against a maroon coloured
Chesterfield chair and then righted the wheel chair.
He explained that he knew all about bestial urges in male and female humans
and how they can be manifested in real sex with animals. It was a very
useful and direct substitute and could be manipulated to suit particular
requirements. Many cultures believed in the substitution and benefits, he
told her. Gina stammered that she had no dog and he suggested that she could
easily get one if she liked the experience, but why not practice with Donal
to test her reactions. He was willing to help. They struggled together
getting her from the floor.

"But why..I mean if you can help why don't we I mean..er! Christ!..er why
why why don't you fuck me yourself Doctor?" Gina squeaked, almost
apologetically, as she relaxed back in her chair, where he helped her with
not a small amount of difficulty. "I mean er!...that would be the answer and
I'd let you, I really would - I only need a cock and I can trust you."
He puffed even more than with the exertion and laughed gently, stroking her
head. He sat next to her, expelling a little grunt as he settled.
"Thank you for the idea and generous thought. That would be nice for me, but
I can't my child. I can't even have sex well proper sex with my darling Eva
these days. It's an old man's problem. You know getting it up - and I've
tried Viagra before you start," he giggled with total lack of embarrassment.
Gina joined in the humour with a smile and patted his gnarled hand
sympathetically.
"I could tell you about some first eleven rugby players who can't get it up
either Doc," she told him. "Oh you're so sweet. I wish you could do me," she
added.

"Well I can't but Donal seems willing,"  the doctor told her, grinning
widely and pointing to the dog who was again sniffing around the two humans.
"You want to try, with my help? The door is locked and I have no more
appointments for a couple of hours. Geri will be going out to the bank soon
anyway and Eva is shopping with her sister then they are going to the
theatre."
Gina gulped and looked round the room as if casing it for security. Donal
prompted her by suddenly and considering his good behaviour   unusually
leaping up and putting his forelegs on her lap. His waning erection swung
loosely as the doctor heaved him away and told the dog off.
"So? What do you think. You game for an experiment?" he prompted, hoping he
wasn't too pushy, but the idea exhilarated him.
"I think I am, as long as you guide me. You done it yourself?"  Gina asked
quietly.
"No and neither has Eva before you ask, but it should be OK if I keep an eye
on things. You will need help, just wait a second," he advised her, getting
up and picking up the phone on his desk.
Gina grinned with sympathy as each time he got up or sat down he gave the
customary old persons grunt..
"Geri, you can go now. Oh yes..you're ready? OK. Yes - the eight cheques and
remind them about the replacement paying in book. It's very late. See you
tomorrow, usual time. Bye."
Henrik placed the phone on his desk and turned to his patient with a big
grin. He put his hand to his ear and cocked his head, indicating Gina should
listen. Maybe a minute later they heard the growl of a car starting and the
crunch of it's wheels on the gravel.
"Now let's have a chat,"  Henrik said, sitting next to Gina.

They chatted seriously for a while. Satisfied with his counsel - Gina
wheeled over to the sofa Roscoe indicated and he helped her recline on it.
Donal lost interest and coiled his sinuous body down by the bright sunlit
window. Gina unfastened her trousers and the doctor pulled them down,
noticing how her black brief panties had partly slid down revealing an
interesting tuft of golden pubic hair sprouting over the top of the garment.
A genuine blonde he thought. Her wasted legs looked pale, almost stick like
and he felt sorry for her, but sorrow turned to joy as Gina eagerly grabbed
her panties and hauled them down to her knees. Henrik then grasped them and
pulled them from her feet and his old heart leapt with lust as he saw the
full beauty of a young woman's cunt for the first time for many years.

"My that is lovely Gina," he gushed gazing at her neat slit surrounded by
masses of pale curly pubes. "I always told my Eva that she must not shave
hers   not that she ever wore a bathing suit, but I like hairy ones."
"I haven't worn a bikini since  well since er! You know,"  Gina faltered.
"Hmm!" he responded briefly, not enlarging on her tentative reference to the
car accident which had paralysed her from the hips down. He peered intensely
at her snatch. He got a whiff of her crotch vapours as did Donal who lifted
his elegant long snout and sniffed the air. The dog got up rather lazily and
wandered over to them. Doctor Roscoe grinned cheekily at Gina who smiled
back timidly.
"See it's simple with them. They smell the right odours and get interested.
Let him lick you first?" asked the doctor.

Gina nodded agreement excitedly. The hound needed no persuasion and stuck
his nose into Gina's smelly mott. She gasped with surprise and then pleasure
as his cold snout buried into her gash and then he started to furiously lick
at the soft folds of her weeping cunt. She was a tad embarrassed the way she
had opened up for the doctor   just like that, at his suggestion and there
the old boy was, staring with an open jawed expression as she let Donal lap
at her private parts.
"Oohhrrr! That's so good. You have no idea .." her voice tailed off, as her
head fell back in ecstasy. She closed her eyes.

Henrik hefted his saggy old genitals lost in the depths of his baggy
corduroy trousers and chanced his luck. He leaned over and stuck his hand up
her shirt. She opened her eyes and glanced with a surprised expression, then
gave him a wry smile and relaxed back into her canine ecstasy. He cupped a
huge soft breast and smoothed his hand over it finding the natural
progression halted by the stub of her nipple which was alarmingly erect. He
raised her tee-shirt to her neck and feasted his rheumy old eyes on the
bounteous bulges of her bosoms. They rolled loosely to her sides, now
unfettered by the confines of her shirt and Roscoe melded them together as
one, enjoying the soft heat and translucent paleness of their succulent
shapes.

Sloppy noises were coming from her crotch and Henrik reluctantly left her
tits, to examine her groin. She was very wet and Donal's eager tongue had
rasped her cunt open and gave the doctor wonderful views of her spread labia
and the wonders of her gash inner membranes. As the big hound continued
hungrily, Henrik reached forward and slid her clitoris hood upwards. He
gasped with pleasure as her button popped out. Succulent, pink and shining
it bobbed rhythmically to the dog's tune as her soggy pubic bush lay flat
either side. Cleverly holding her hood clear, he twitched a finger onto it
and Gina shuddered and her head shot up.

"That's me not Donal," he murmured. "Good eh?"
"Absolutely Doc. It's heaven. Is he hard?" she whimpered, her voice breaking
with sheer enjoyment.
Henrik peered under Donal.
"Not quite but he will be soon. You want to try it?"
"Mmm!"  Gina responded with some quick little nods.
He pulled Donal sideways and started to massage the hound's sheath. Seconds
later his dick was hard, fully extended and rampantly spitting drops of his
pre cum.
"If you can budge over to the edge, that's probably the best way Gina. You
can stay lying on the sofa while I back him up to you," the doctor advised.
"Is he not going to mount me then?" she asked incredulously.
"Is that what you want?" Henrik queried.
"Oh yeah, the full Monty," she chuckled. "I'll turn over, bring him round,"
Gina added.

She expertly turned over with sheer arm power and twisting of her torso,
letting her legs drop off the sofa edge. Of course her legs had no power and
merely bent as if kneeling. All of her weight was on her body and arms.  She
kept swivelling her eyes behind as Henrik brought Donal up to her. Henrik
grabbed the opportunity to glimpse views of her wet and open cunt as she
reached between her legs and thrust them apart. Her curly blonde pubes
curtained the whole of her crotch in a thick mass and circled her puckered
arsehole in it's solitary dark crease.

The dog was already trying to hop up on her, so his owner let Donal try and
mount naturally. Gina felt the dog cock slither over her raised buttocks and
gasped, not realising he was virtually there. Donal stabbed a couple of
times and missed, although nearly penetrating her bum hole. Henrik grabbed
the power house sheath just behind the knot and nudged the Wolfhound
forward. Donal's back legs skittered on the polished floor boards, but now
he was close and could enter her snatch. The doctor aimed the pointed
dripping tip and urged Donal onward.

Gina grunted as two inches found their way in and then sighed as she felt
Donal heave at her again and again, achieving more ingress with every lurch.
Henrik kept hold of his knot as he didn't want her to experience tying in a
canine sex embrace just yet. The dog's forelegs shuffled about on the soft
furnishings and occasionally scratched Gina's upper torso, but she didn't
care at last she was getting shagged. All those bastard men who didn't want
to know a disabled woman, didn't know what they're missing, she mused as
Donal rutted away. I've got just as good a cunt as before the accident,
don't they realise? But I'm not going to plead with them and become the
laughing stock of the town. Especially now I've found a wonderful way of
getting my rocks off in private and with no risk. Umm! Suppose there isn't
any risk. Better ask the doctor .when we're finished. Oooer! Bliss.

"Mr Revell is expecting you Mrs Bulstrode,"  said the plain brunette as Geri
entered the outer office.
She was shown in and Brad told his secretary to take an early lunch as he
strode to greet Geri after his secretary announced her, then left with a wry
smile. The cursory hand shake was interrupted as the door clicked shut and
he leaned past Geri to lock it.
Another poor bitch on the point of divorce, mused the secretary as she
locked the street door. Anyway he's told me he is out of contact all day
now, so a quiet afternoon for me.
"Brad,"  Geri breathed before swallowing his tongue.
"Gerimmmmm!"  he responded.
The frantic groping continued for a few minutes as clothes were thrown off.
She almost ran to his desk and bent over it, with her tiny flat tits
squashed on the writing pad and her French knickers half off her scrawny
buttocks. As Brad walked to her   shirt on, but hanging open, she glimpsed
the impressive hang of his todger which slapped heavily against his hairy
thighs. He could have taken his socks off, she moaned to herself, reaching
behind and pulling her arse cheeks wide apart. But look at the size of that
cock.

"You alright Gina?"  asked Henrik quietly. "He's going at you now."
"Let him fuck me hard doc. You have no idea how good that feels," she gasped
as her head rocked with the dog's urgent thrusts.
Henrik's hand was getting rather cramped and also slippery - holding Donal's
knot and while he held that, he was fondling her swaying, slapping tits as
they thrashed beneath Gina's rolling body. Suddenly the old man's grip
seized up and he had to withdraw his hand quickly and massage it. He gasped
with pain as Gina glanced at him with concern.

"What's the proble  .OoooooHHHh! SHIT!"  she yelped.
Her body jolted and she winced with pain, cursing yet still feeling pleasure
in her vagina, but something was very different.
"I'm sorry Gina I had to let go,"  cried Henrik. "My hand."
"Well what's he doing to me? The bastard's nearly split me in two,"  she
gasped.
"I'll get him off,"  said Henrik grabbing Donal's hairy frame.
"No don't doc. It's OK he's still shagging, no he's stopped. Now what .Oh my
Gawd, is he pissing in me?" she wailed anxiously.
"No - he's ejaculated Gina, but his knot is inside you now. Please don't
pull off as it will really hurt him. Just wait if you can please," pleaded
the fearful and guilt ridden consultant.
"Oh I can wait doc. That's no problem. Can I squeeze my pussy on him? It's a
lovely filled up feeling especially as he's cum inside. Pups in nine
months,"  Gina giggled.
"Yes squeeze it ah that's better. The cramp in my old hand has gone. It will
feel like a real bitch is squeezing him. That's what happens until they
separate. It might take a few minutes,"  he told her. It might take half an
hour or more even. But I  daren't tell her that. She'll kill me.
"I feel like a dirty bitch on heat myself,"  Gina giggled. "It's brilliant.
Feel my tits again doc. Can you do that with your poor old hands?"

Henrik chuckled at her good nature and marvelled at her happy acceptance of
something so new and novel, yet so taboo. He slid nearer and gratefully
pushed his hand under her resting torso. Gina twisted to give him more
access to play with her huge knockers and at the same time snaked her hand
under her belly, instinctively sensing her inner muscles working away on the
shaft buried inside her. Tentatively she moved her finger tips nearer and
nearer to her fanny, liking the soaking wet matt of her pubes but not
knowing what she would feel when she reached her snatch. What had Donal done
to cause her that initial stab of intense pain?

She felt round her labia and gulped.
"Oh my god, did he suddenly get bigger than he was? What happened doc?" she
murmured, tracing round the extended rim of her cunt.
"It's called the knot,"  answered Henrik. "It's peculiar to dogs. Once it's
inside, he will pulse it and ejaculate, but it's like a big swollen bulb at
the base of his penis and it must go down before you can separate."
"Cool," smiled Gina at Henrik who lay beside her playing with her knobbly
teats.
"Good. We have solved your problem then Gina. A result, as you young people
say," he chuckled.
"You sure you haven't done this before? The dog I mean - not play with
tits,"  she giggled, squirming gently as intense waves of pleasure coursed
through her.
"Positively not. My Eva and I had a very good sex life thank you," he
responded a touch pompously.
"Soreee!"  Gina mocked good naturedly. "Is it OK if I frig my clit? Maybe I
can cum or as you oldies say ejaculate."
"It is a good job we know each other. Yes frig away. It won't bother him,
will it Donal? Good boy," Henrik said to the dog who perched patiently over
Gina.
He stroked the handsome sensitive head and the dog grinned, with his tongue
lolling out. She placed her finger onto her clitty bud and flicked quickly.
Occasionally her finger tips would touch Donal's cock, but he never bothered
about it. Ten minutes later with Gina changing hands frequently, such was
the awkward angle, Donal suddenly stirred. His front paws shifted beside her
and he dropped painlessly away from her to her mild protests.

"What's wrong darling?"  asked Geri, wiggling her butt.
Brad's gaze was intense on the fuck fest of her crotch which lay enticingly
wide and wet before him. His hand was a blur on his dick which resolutely
refused to rise to the occasion. Not again, he groaned inwardly.
"Don't you fancy me darling?"  persisted Geri. "After all you said last
night. I wore these stockings specially for you   come on fuck me please."
Brad stared at her cunt - freshly shaven smooth as requested, slender lipped
and positively oozing her juices. Geri's arsehole beckoned too. It was
muscular and swollen outwards, knots of her sphincter jostled round the
junctions of so many wrinkles. I know - I'll fuck her there first, she said
she liked anal ,he decided. That will get me hard.

The hound slunk away and lay down, licking his receding cock as Gina
manoeuvred her body onto her back, with Henrik's puffing help. He started to
play with her boobs again as she fingered her hot sticky pussy. She eyed up
the dog in the sunlit corner of the room.
"Typical man. Fucks you - then goes and lies down on his own,"  she
chuntered humorously.
"Hmm! You've got a couple of scratches on your side. Next time, we will put
some towels or socks round his feet," murmured Henrik as he nuzzled her
erect nipple with his tongue.
"Next time!" she exploded. "You mean I can have Donal again? Wow!"
"Well until you get one of your own Gina I meant. You can practise on him
can't you. I will enjoy it too," Henrik giggled.
Her hand went into overtime and then shifted aside as he started to play
with her cunt lips. She lay back, finally casting her shirt off, naked
except for her white socks. She clutched her bosoms together, squeezing them
into a massive pile, forcing them to squash upwards so she could lick her
own nipples. Henrik's fingers were working nicely on her sluicing snatch as
the dog's thin cum started to leak out.

"I'm afraid I can't keep this up Gina. I'm sorry..it's my ag .."
"I know it's your age doc. It's OK. Let me do it. I'm nearly there. Play
with my tits you lovely man," she breathed gently.
As they silently   except for murmurs, sighs and groans, played with her
sex, Donal started to snore gently in the corner. Gina suddenly bucked,
disturbing Henrik's concentration on the wonderful firm globes at his
disposal. Her spare hand grabbed his arm and her fingers morphed into one as
her fanny took over. Spasms of pleasure pains shot through her, radiating
from her snatch through her belly and up to her breasts. Her body wriggled,
her head lolled loosely, mouth spitting as her boobs wobbled and her back
arched upwards accompanied by a frenzied shout of pleasure. Donal's head
shot up at the alarm and Henrik looked worriedly down on her face which was
wreaked with grimaces and twists of her mouth. Tears formed at the corners
of her eyes and as he wondered what he should do, Gina opened her eyes and
blinked, gasping curses and oaths as she shut her eyes again.

Her whole being gradually calmed and she opened her eyes again, but this
time with a smile playing on her lips. Her forehead was glistening wet with
perspiration, which matted her hair. She licked her lips tasting the salt.
"Fucking hell! Oops sorry Doctor Roscoe. Oh it is you,"  she chuckled as she
closed and opened her eyes several times. "I thought that was a dream."
"You've had the most magnificent climax Gina. I was quite worried on how
intense it was,"  he told her, stroking wet hairs from her fevered brow.
"Oh I always cum like that. Frightens the guys at first. Can't help it. You
have no idea," she grinned.
"You bet I haven't,"  he answered. "My Eva gives a little shout and that's
it."
"Mmmm!"
"If you get a dog, you will have to get him used to that. It woke him up,"
Henrik nodded at Donal.
"To tell you the truth. That's the first good one for a long time. I mean I
can do it myself and it's good but that was wicked,"  Gina told him. "And
it's not if, it's when I get a dog."
"The fellas in town don't know what they're missing. I wish I could do it
for you. I would take you as my mistress," Henrik smiled.
"Oh yes!" she responded. "Keep me in a little pad in town and visit me and
pay my bills heheh!"
"You've got more money than you know what to do with from the insurance
Gina."
"Yeah! Only joking," she giggled. "But you're so nice."

"So you don't fancy me then you bastard," roared Geri perching on the edge
of the desk, hitching up her knickers and straightening her stockings.
"Course I do Geri....I mean its.."
"It's fucking soft and that means I don't turn you on," she snarled.
"It's not that its "
"After all that you said on Saturday. You were hard then weren't you?" she
spat, reaching for her shirt. "Even after a few beers. You were boasting
about no brewers droop for Brad Revell. The self confessed stud of the rugby
team. When I felt you, you were erect."
"Yeah but "
"No buts you arsehole," she cursed him, buttoning up her shirt. "That's
ironic, you could have had my arsehole, I told you. I've moved heaven and
earth to get here today. I mean Bob wondered why I disappeared for ages at
the club party the other night. All your promises, the nice lunch, the
evening out. Me with the kids at the babysitters straight from school, the
old man very curious as to why I won't be home till late on a Wednesday
night, his dinner in the oven, my sister arriving from Edinburgh, shaving it
and I'm wasting my afternoon off.. .Shit!"  Geri exploded. "I mean the whole
town knows Bob and me will split up soon and you tell me that's not you
leaking information. You talked me out of that suspicion the other night
very cleverly, maybe spotting a desperate middle aged woman you could fuck.
I fell for that line. Oh how stupid could I be? And now you can't get it up.
What a pathetic twat. Pass me that skirt now."
"Gereeee!" Brad pleaded stepping towards her, her navy blue skirt offered.
"Don't Gereee me,"  Geri grabbed her skirt and stepped into it. "All this
talk about liking the older woman. What is it, am I not old enough at forty
five? No man has ever had a problem with me before."
She zipped up her skirt, laughed derisively at his cock which hung
pathetically limp but heavy, grabbed her bag and jacket and flounced out of
his office.
Wonder how many men she has had, Brad moaned as he sorted his slacks from
his briefs. Fuck! Fuck! What am I going to do? First it was Amy Carter, then
Belinda Messenger, then that black girl Ruby Mendoza. I hear that Gina is
seeing Doctor Roscoe for therapy, maybe that's what I should do. She will
want help after her accident obviously, even after all this time, but I
wonder if he does sex therapy?

Gina pecked Henrik on the cheek and reached into his groin. She had to dig
deep to find the buttons of his flies and he lay back and let her fumble.
She needed two hands to get into his heavy weight twill trousers and then
his droopy white Y-Fronts but soon she grasped his shrivelled old penis and
dragged it into the open. He chuckled as she fondled the limp rag of his
scrotum, rolling his sweaty and not fragrant balls as she nipped the soft
pudding of his glans.
OEThere is nothing you can do my dear,' he whined as he watched her dip her
head.
Gina didn't answer, swallowing her pride in going down on a seventy year
old, unwashed, circumcised dick. She pressed into the folds under his sac,
feeling for tendons, membranes, blood vessels long since redundant.
Henrik stroked her back and cooed.

They enjoyed it in their own ways. Gina with the challenge, she knew she
would fail and Henrik with the attention of a vibrant although disabled
young girl in his crotch. Donal snored peacefully and the big house basked
in the summer sunshine. Still, musky, clocks ticking in many rooms, sighs
and little grunts of pleasure from a room usually given up to moans of
depression.

OE"It isn't working my dear,' Henrik, finally and expectantly conceded. OE"I'm
so sorry."
Her sloppy face peered up at him cheerfully.
OEI'm sorry I couldn't get it up for you doc. I used to be good at it," she
grinned, levering upwards and into his arms.
"Yes with people your own age," he agreed. "Who was the last man you
had..you er fucked?"
OENaughty man. Swearing and asking personal questions like that," Gina chided
playfully, then after a few seconds of reflective thought, "Brad Revell. You
know the solicitor in the High Street. He came on to me as soon as he came
to town, then joined the club and found out about dad. I know he wanted the
contact and then the business, but he was a real hunk and he shagged the
arse off me the first night, so I was maybe smitten," she smiled wistfully.
OEWhen you say shagged the arse off you   do you mean well..er! you know in
th ?"
"No doctor, please!" Gina mocked shock. "It's a figure of speech. But
between you and I, yes he did shag my arse. I like that."
"Oh yes," Henrik jumped in quickly. "It is very good substitute, you know
when the periods come. I did it with Eva many times."
"Really, you old dog. Anyway for whatever reason," Gina laughed. "Now
talking about substitutes and dogs, what sort of dog do you think I should
get?"
"I was going to suggest you tried Brad again?"
Gina gasped horrified.
"No way. No fucking way! He dumped me immediately after the crash, never
came to see me, never wrote, phoned or anything. Absolute fucking bastard.
No wonder dad cut off the business as soon as he could. My dad's got more
pull in this town than Bradley Montgomery Wallace Revell will ever have. He
had a car with the plates BMW 4, the prat," she spat. "And a juicy little
note for you in sympathy doc, he often couldn't get it up. I mean he's got
one hell of a schlong on him but erect - sometimes. Him in his late
twenties, captain and prop forward in the first team, county player. Claimed
brewers droop so many times   pah! That's a laugh.'
"Mmmm!" murmured Henrik, slightly taken aback at the vehemence of her
outburst and the revelations.
"He could get me off with his fingers and wanted all my dirty panties, so I
didn't care, the parties and functions were good and I had other guys I
could shag, so no problem. You're talking to a nympho here Doctor Roscoe.
Had you not noticed?"
"Hmm. Nympho, I think not. Highly sexed maybe," said Henrik as he buttoned
up his trousers. "Now this dog."

"Yes..you in town now? Super," trilled Geri into her mobile. "Meet you in
the mall coffee shop in five minutes. Got a whole hour for lunch. Roscoe
doing some personal stuff and gave me an extra half hour. Got some great
juice for you Can't say now. Wait .Oh yes if Norma is with you, she will
enjoy it too. Byee."
She parked the car and strode through the mall car park, evil intent writ
large on her face. She rounded the corner and nearly bumped into a large,
expensively dressed, strawberry blonde woman overloaded with shopping bags.
"Retail therapy Jennifer?" giggled Geri.
"Oh hello Geri. Of course. What else when the old man is golfing in the
Algarve? Did you see my Gina yesterday?"
"Yes she saw the doctor. Slightly late but ..Oh! how are you? She said you
were ill," asked Geri.
"Just a virus. It was nothing. Don panicked because of his flight, but Gina
sorted him out. I mean he wasn't going until the five o'clock flight. He's a
love and she is a treasure even considering her .. " Jennifer paused and
frowned then continued. "Tell you what   Helen Wellington told me she has
just seen that Brad Revell character driving into your place, I mean
Roscoe's house. Gosh! He's a horrid man, hope you don't have anything to do
with him," added Jennifer Sillitoe with a snarl. "By the way is it really
true that you and Bob are divorcing?"
Geri gulped and paused and chose to ignore the question
"Really? Well that is interesting about Rat Revell. Will have to keep my
ears open," she giggled conspiratorially. " Tell you what - you got time for
a coffee?"
"Why not. Helen is just over there parking properly. Let's give her a
shout," chuckled Gina's mother. "I'll just dump this lot in the car and
we'll join you in two shakes."
Geri marched off to the coffee shop, while Jennifer offloaded into the
Jaguar S type, joined by Helen and they trotted to the coffee shop in high
curiosity.

"I don't know how we are going to avoid Mrs Bulstrode each time Mr Revell,'
said Henrik, setting his watch.
The old goat doesn't know she is intending to move away to her sister's in
Scotland obviously, thought Brad. Now how do I tell him my problem?

"I'm thinking of getting a dog mum," said Gina brightly. "When dad comes
back I'll ask him. I'm sure he knows a breeder or two from his petfood
days."
"That's a long time ago, when he had the chain darling," answered Jennifer,
crushing garlic. OEWhat for anyway?"
OECompanionship..you know," suggested Gina dreamily as she cleaned new
potatoes. "But when he took over the manufacturers and started the export,
wasn't he on lots of committees and bodies along with breeders?"
"Oh he still is, even though he's retired from the trade."
"Good then I'll wait," Gina added.
"You're a lot brighter lately. Almost got a flush to your cheeks darling.
I'm so pleased. You found a new fella?" grinned Jennifer.
"What an old dog like me?' giggled Gina, turning her chair away from her
mother's glance and smiling broadly.


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