Chapter 6
Close to that time, Billie was having her talk with the doctor who's name she had come across in a newspaper article about operations on harelips. She had been nervous going into the city and even more nervous at the thought of approaching a man as famous as this surgeon. She had appeared without an appointment. That had been several hours earlier and the receptionist had at first told her that it wasn't possible to see him, that he was booked for the next three weeks in advance.
"Well, he has to leave sometime, doesn't he?" Billie demanded. "I'll just sit right down and when he comes out, I'll ask him then. It's too important for me to wait another three weeks. I've come all the way in. It's about my twin sister and I just got to have a talk with him before I go back." With a determination the nurse's glares had been unable to shake, Billie sat there for the rest of the afternoon. Now that dusk was falling, and the last patient has left, she knew her wait was near to being over. When the door to the inner office opened and the tall, graying man came out carrying a little black bag, she was on her feet and in his path before the nurse could run interference.
"Doctor, I know you're in a hurry, and busy and all, but couldn't you just see me for one little minute? I come a-mighty long way on the bus and it's dreadfully important to me." Billie knew enough about handling men to make her request sound breathless and helpless. When the startled man blinked to get her into focus she was ready with one of the sexiest most open smile and her blue eyes were opened as wide as they would go.
As tired as he was, the doctor only took a second to respond to the big-tittied blonde who stood before him.
"Why, of course, I'll see you Miss. Just come right on in and tell me what this is all about. Uh, Miss Jameson, that'll be all for the day. I'll lock the office when I'm done here," he instructed his stern-faced receptionist.
"Now, why don't you just sit right down over here by me and tell me why you've come. There certainly doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you," he was saying as he led Billie into his office and closed the door. He led her to a comfortable looking leather couch. When they were seated, he leaned over Billie to switch on a lamp at one end. As he slid back his hand brushed against her full, soft breasts.
"I just knew you'd help me, Doctor," Billie cooed as she grabbed his hand with both of hers and pressed it tightly to her, making sure it was palm-down so he could get a good feel, "I know you're just dreadfully busy, and all, but I'm about to worry myself to death." She took a deep breath and her breasts moved upward and outward slowly until the good doctor had a handful of the nicest titty he had seen or felt for weeks.
"Well, we can't have you worrying yourself now, can we? You just relax and tell me how I can help you. I'm never to busy to help somebody as pretty as you are, Miss-"
"Billie Lee Baily, only you can call me Billie Lee. All my friends do," Billie interrupted him with a smile and another deep, titty-moving intake of breath. "You are mighty kind, just like the article I read in the paper said about you. I just feel lots better already, talking to you."
The doctor hadn't had a piece of pussy thrown at him like this in months, maybe years, and he still was a little stunned. He kept his hand on one breast while he slipped the other one behind her head.
"You've just got the most talented hands," Billie Lee whispered at him while she breathed deeply again and blinked her eyes. "I mean, that's what the paper said, and I just can't believe that I'm sitting right here feeling them." She stroked the back of the hand he was using to rub her breast while she snuggled back into the one moving at the base of her neck.
"And I just can't believe that I'm feeling you," the doctor murmured before he knew what he was saying. "Ah, that is, tell me why you've waited for me, Billie Lee," he finished off as he leaned over nearer to her red full mouth.
"Well, it's not about me, it's about my, twin sister, Mary Lee Bailey." Billie Lee began to explain as she rested partially against the couch and partially against the doctor. Keeping her eyes focused away from him, so as not to distract his attention, she described Mary Lee's deformity, and how she had saved for over a year to pay for an operation to have it corrected. When she had finished, she again focused her wide blue eyes into the doctor's deep brown eyes and managed a few tears.
"There now," he began, "there's nothing for you to cry about. I'm sure I can fix your sister up so she's just as pretty as you are. Just tell me a few more things and we can make a definite appointment for her."
As the doctor asked a few detailed questions about Mary Lee's lip and the size of its split, Billie Lee kept her hand moving slowly up his leg. In spite of its arousing effect, the doctor's age prevented his cock from getting fully up and hard.
"Now, you say the edge is about from here to here?" He asked his last question as one hand left her breast and lightly drew a line on her upper lip.
"That's about right, maybe a little more to the end of my lip," Billie Lee murmured as his hand trickled over her.
"That's all I'll ask you now, Billie Lee. It's enough for me to know that I can do a lot of good for you. I'll give you an appointment for Mary Lee to come in when we leave, how's that?"
"I just knew you could do it, Doctor, and I'm so grateful that I wish I could do something for you in return." Billie kept kneading his half-hard cock like it was a piece of dough.
"I know you're trying and so am I, but it doesn't seem to be doing much good, does it?" The older man asked with resignation in his voice.
"Oh, I don't know, we can try a little harder, Billie Lee had whispered. She was honestly grateful now that she had started with him and was ready to give him a try.
"Your hands are just so soft and skillful, I can see why you're so good at fixing people's faces," Billie murmured as she began to unbutton the front of her dress. The same hands that wielded a knife so successfully were equally as successful in helping with the buttons of her dress and shortly Billie lay naked on the soft carpet of his examination room.
As the doctor hurried to remove his suit, she lay there and relaxed watching as his body came into view. He wasn't an old man, just in his early fifties she guessed. He kept fairly trim from tennis and long hours at his practice, but that hadn't left much time for sex. As a result, his cock was still undecided about what it was supposed to do now that it had the chance to screw.
"You make me feel like an old man, Billie," he half-apologized as he lay down beside her.
"I'm gonna make you feel like a young man, Doctor," she promised as he rolled over onto her lush, naked curves and began to kiss her.
She let him have it his way, for awhile, until the soft cock rubbing against her proved that he wasn't as skillful in the bed as he was in the operating room.
"Lie back on the floor and let me relax you," Billie whispered as she gently pushed him off her and scooted down until her mouth was even with his knees.
Humming softly to herself, she began to gently lick her way up one leg. Before she got to the top, she stopped and leaned over to wiggle her red tongue up the other leg. As she leaned over his nude form, her tits brushed back and forth against him which added to the treatment his tired body was getting.
Slowly, teasingly, she skimmed her tongue up his legs again, barely touching the tip ends of the hair that spiralled upward. Each time she went up a leg, she would go a little higher, out never all the way to his groin, always leaving her upward path at the last minute until she had the good doctor reaching for her head, trying to force her higher.
"Now, now," she whispered gently, "I don't show you how to operate, you don't show me how to operate, Doctor honey." To soothe him a little, though, she did allow her thick blonde hair to fall across his cock the next time she was passing up that way.
As her tongue moved over him again, always, promising but never going up to his cock, the doctor felt the blood slowly flood into his dormant piece of meat. As he spread his legs and whispered to her, 'Please, Billie Lee, do my cock, higher, higher." She knew her treatment was working. Still she kept teasing until the legs she was tonguing trails over were as wide apart as the doctor could get them. Forgetting to watch where she was going for a minute, she peeked upward and then stopped stock-still.
Son-of-a-pea-turkey, look what he's been a-hiding all this time, she thought as she took in the sight of the dork the doctor had all hard and up. That tool might not be long, but it sure must be the thickest thing I've laid eyes on, she almost said aloud. Instead she crawled over the doctor's outstretched legs until she was positioned between them. Then she began to lick her way upwards again.
This time she pushed her mouth all the way up to the top of his spread-eagled form and cuddled his balls in her warm, wet mouth. As she left them and continued upwards, her pussy ground shut, finally approving the efforts she was making. As she licked her way to the top of the thick cock, she knew it would never go into her mouth and had to content herself with winding her tongue around it, lapping at it like it was an oversize ice cream hunkie.
The doctor couldn't stand it any longer. He hadn't been that hard for months and hadn't had a piece of tail that good so near to him for years. He reached down and grabbed her by the arms to pull her up to him. Billie was surprised by the strength still in his fingers until she remembered he was a surgeon. As she let herself be guided upwards, her titties formed a swinging, moving valley that caught the doctor's thick dork. Those soft, fat, hot mounds of flesh caressed the thick cock revving up against the doctor's belly. As he hunched with his hips, Billie moved down onto him and lay there, her breasts cushioned around his hot piece of meat.
"Billie, come on up here, come on up here to me," he moaned.
"Here I am, honey. Here I am. You don't feel like no old man now, do you?" Billie cooed as she snuggled tightly against his heaving chest.
"Feel younger than I ever have. Damnation, I've heard of people being good, but nobody has done this to me for years," he breathed in her ear as his cock roved around her belly, searching out her quim.
"You making me feel right good now, doctor," she told him truthfully as she felt the staff of his manhood pressing thickly against the parted lips of her hot furry mound.
That was all the signal the doctor needed to push her over onto her back and straddle her. Shoving down with a demanding pressure but slowly, enjoying every minute, every second of a good fuck, he speared his dick into her.
"Ahhh, good and easy, good, easy, slowly, good," Billie moaned as she felt her pussy lips being spread apart by the hunk of meat sinking into her, inch by inch.
"Easy baby, easy now, let me slide all the way in," the doctor instructed as he kept up the pressure behind his dick, sliding in deeper and deeper.
Billie's pussy was stretched more than it had been before. She had taken lots of longer dicks in her time, but never anything so thick. It was like a telephone receiver only not so long. The head on the dick was like a giant peach and the more Billie's pussy squeezed down on it, the juicier it got
"Tight, tight, tight," she moaned still getting used to being spread so far apart.
"Goood, goood, goood," the doctor encouraged her as he began to move slowly back and forth, hunching to and fro, the thick dork never withdrawing. Its head sunk into Billie's tight and tender flesh like a giant bore in a coal mine. As his hips hunched forward with harder and harder thrusts, Billie felt her bottled up come juices threaten to explode within her.
"Now, now, oh now! Now! Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ooooohhhhh!" She moaned as she twisted her climax approaching.
They were coupled together tighter than two freight trains. Billie's cunt was spread so tight that it has having trouble squeezing into climax, which only made the feeling that much better. The hard ram of a cock shoved ball deep in her was twitching with the additional squeezing it was getting and the doctor was trying his damnedest to hold back his load, afraid he wouldn't be fucking like that again.
"Stop! Stop, rest, don't. Don't damn, damn, don't!" he begged, as he felt his come slowly breaking down his barriers. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he shouted in a frenzy as he knew it was too late and shoved his cock into Billie Lee just as the first spasm of climax hit her.
They climaxed together and the seal between them was so perfect that there was a vacuum created in Billie's cunt. As the doctor's seed shot into her it was draw into a faster and faster speed by the pressure of her body, sucking him in.
"Ah, ggggaaagggaaagggaaa!!" the doctor groaned again and again as he shot a bigger load than he had ever before. His cock bucked and shook and throbbed 'til his balls hurt and still the come kept flowing. Finally every drop had been sucked out of him by Billie Lee's cunt, and he felt his cock going limp again.
"My, my, Doctor, you sure do operate right good when you operate." Billie whispered this as she cradled his head on her titties and stroked his hair.
"Billie, baby, when you bring in your sister, you make sure you plan to stay in town while she's recovering. I got a lot more operating to do on your cunt! Does she really look just like you? I can't believe it."
"Yep, she does except for her Up. And you gonna fix that up, ain't you?"
"I promise you it'll be the best operation I've ever done. Just like this is the best operation I've had done on me," he whispered as he cuddled her closer.
"Doctor, I hate to think of what you could do to hare-lipped cunts," Billie whispered before she drifted off for a nap on the floor of his office.