All Aboard 03

"All Aboard!" Part 3
by Julius
Copyright 2004

Muriel didn't realise she had a splinter in her ass until the next morning when she was
wriggling into her panties. Something snagged at the flimsy fabric. She felt the skin of her
right buttock and sure enough she could just feel it with her finger tip, a tiny splinter.

She peered at the reflection of her ass in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door.
Craning her neck she couldn't see a thing. She pulled the panties up carefully again; yes,
there it was, damn!

By mid-morning the spot was sore. She had a childhood memory of a splinter in her finger
getting badly infected. Remembering the time in hospital that followed prompted her to
phone her doctor's surgery. They gave her a late afternoon appointment.

Muriel went to the computer and found Art's list of his Model Railroad buddies and copied
them into her own address book. She put an 'X' against Ernest and Mark, a query beside
Bob, and sat sipping her coffee wondering about the other fourteen. Her mind drifted to
Mark and the attic the day before. The next thing she knew she was rubbing her knees
together, as she remembered the previous afternoon's sweet happenings.

Four-thirty found her sitting in the waiting room. Her own doctor was out on an emergency
call but, "Dr. Robertson should be able to see you after his last patient, he's not running late
for a change," the receptionist told Muriel.

Twenty minutes later her name was called. The girl gestured down the hallway. "Second on
the left."

The doctor looked up, said hello, recognising her.

She in turn recognised him and said, "Well I am surprised." She'd never realised he was a
doctor. To her he was just 'the quiet one' and she was sure his name was John.

"It's Muriel, the railroad hostess!" he said, getting up, looking surprised.

They exchanged pleasantries, him saying how marvellous her catering was and her saying
she'd not known he was a doctor.

Finally, he asked her what the problem was and Muriel explained about the splinter. "Would
you like a nurse present?" he asked her.

"I'm sure you'll behave," she said.

"Well, get up on the table and pull the jeans down enough for me to take a look." He turned
and picked up her file and flicked through it.

Muriel liked the quiet John and thought, 'Well he is one of the group, who knows?' She
unzipped her jeans and let them fall to the floor and climbed onto the table with its crackling
new layer of paper. She lay
face down and said, "Okay, you can look now."

He turned and moved across to her. She had her head to one side facing the wall. Nice legs,
he thought, and a very nice ass too! John had always thought her a most attractive woman.
One of the bonuses of Art's meetings was seeing Muriel. He was very shy around women -
an odd trait in a doctor, he knew. She was always so delightfully dressed and her full figure
never failed to draw his eyes. The urge to grab and cuddle Muriel at the meetings was all
but overwhelming sometimes. As a result, he almost unconsciously avoided her.

Muriel waited for his touch, and realised her stomach had gone all aflutter. A strange
coincidence, meeting him like this. She jumped when he touched her.

"Is that sore?"

"No," she said, "I was miles away, made me jump that's all."

"Well there are at least three tiny splinters here. Shouldn't be a problem." He dabbed with an
alcohol swab and picked up a pair of tweezers.

John found himself taking longer than he needed, rather enjoying himself. He was erect as
soon as hisfingers touched her. She did have the most exquisite ass! Her panties, pink, brief
and decorated with fluffy lace. crossed each buttock diagonally. She smelled of lavender
and he wanted to caress her derriere forever.

Oh God! The touch of his hands, the feel of his breath on her skin. She wished she had a
thousand splinters in her backside. Muriel squirmed as he probed with the tips of the
tweezers. His fingers dug gently into her flesh as he worked.

Poor John! His pressing fingers opened her buttocks slightly and he found himself staring at
the spot where the pink panty-fabric disappeared between her thighs. He wanted to open
her further. He wanted to kiss this ass, to sink his teeth gently into her flesh and bite her,
nibble and taste. He wanted, he wanted - he wanted her.

Muriel was in sweet agony, needing to squeeze her thighs together, needing to grind her
mound against the firm padding of the table. Muriel was sure she was wet. And still he
touched and probed. Oh heavens! Let him do this to her forever she thought, but knew she
couldn't lie still much longer.

She heard herself say almost dreamily, "That's nice," and wanted to bite her tongue
because he stopped.

"I'm sorry," he said, sounding shocked. John was embarrassed and not a little concerned
and wished suddenly that the nurse was there.

She heard the worry in his voice and turned her head to look back at him, "It's alright doctor,
I'm notcomplaining. Your hands felt nice that's all." It wasn't all by any means, she wanted
more doctoring, lots more doctoring.

John had never experienced quite this flood of emotions with a patient before. He bent
again, anxious to get the last and smallest of the three splinters out and get her out of his
office. He was very aware of his insistant erection. A sudden knock at the door and through
it, a female voice.

"I'm off home now doctor, will you lock up?"

John started to reply but his first word came out as a croak, he coughed and managed,
"Alright Pat, thankyou,
goodnight."

The surprise had brought him back to reality and he told Muriel, "Well, that's it, the last one."

She didn't move and he said, "Any other problems?"

"Well doctor, since you ask, yes there is," she said, still facing the wall.

"Yes?" he prompted.

"It's embarassing really. I've not been having orgasms now for the longest time. I wonder if
there's anything you could do to help me."

John was caught off guard by her question.

He wasn't married, had no current girlfriend. A shy young man whose sex life was pretty well
zero. Most of his relief was self-administered. No! he thought, make that all my relief. He
gazed down at the cute ass, at the pretty pink panties pulled high to get at the splinter, the
backs of the soft thighs. Moments before he'd had his hands on that ass, his cock straining
in his pants. Now this stunning woman was asking if he could help her with her orgasm
deficiency. Dear Lord, he thought, how I'd love to try!

She spoke, bringing him back from dreamland, "It's Art," and he realised she meant her
husband who had the glorious model railroad, "that damned law practice of his. When he's
not buried in work he plays with his trains, can't remember the last time he lit my fires."

"Have you considered counselling? Perhaps the two of you should go together. I have a
couple of addresses," John said, going to his desk.

Muriel wriggled over onto her back, the paper crackling and rustling. She saw him turn, his
mouth opened, his gaze fixed on her crotch. He blushed. She suddenly thought him very
sweet. John could be barely past thirty she thought. She drew up her knees and let them fall
wide apart.

Poor John. All his professional poise fell away, the naked thighs, the pink panties. He
opened his mouth to protest, to tell her this was inappropriate behaviour but she spoke
before he could.

"I don't really have an orgasm problem," she said and her hand slid down over her belly,
over her mound and cupped it, "I'm just so bored with doing it myself."

His instincts were all at war now. Here, now? Doctor, patient? His arousal was so great and
oh those little panties, that sweet ass.

"The office is closed, you're off duty and my splinters are gone. You did ask if I had any
other problems. Perhaps I should ask you if you have any?"

When she spoke that last sentence her eyes went to his crotch and John knew his erection
was plain to see. He almost groaned aloud. He tried to fight back and said, "I'm not sure
about this, the doctor patient thing. You're married. I'm ..." his voice trailed off.

"I can come with just nipple stimulation you know," Muriel's hands went to her breasts, "Is
that common with women in your experience?"

She started unbuttoning her blouse and at that point John knew his struggle was lost.

Muriel had had no thoughts about having sex with anyone when she'd left the house. The
days since the railroad club meeting had left her more than satisfied. But the chance
meeting with this good-looking young doctor had got her feeling warm and wanting again.
Now she wanted him with what was almost desperation. And, she reminded herself, he was
on the list, one of the seventeen.

Her blouse undone, she asked, "Would you like to try? Just in the interests of medical
science of course."

John moved to the end of the table. He stood looking down at her face. She looked up at
him wide eyed, smiling, and slipped one bra strap off, then the other. She peeled the cups
down and her breasts flowed apart, widespread with their heaviness. His soft groan
delighted her. Reaching up she pressed the heavy breasts together with the heels of her
hands.

The air was cool and John marvelled at the size of her jutting nipples. Fascinated, he
watched as she took them between forefingers and thumbs and squeezed them, pulling on
them. She pulled her breasts into sharp points and he thought it must surely hurt. Her eyes
closed and her knees clamped together. He could see the tendons of her thighs tighten.
She groaned. John's cock swelled, his erection was almost painful.

"Want to try?" she murmured.

Somewhere in his head a little voice told im this was his last chance to come to his senses.
His hands ignored the voice, reached out and cupped the sides of her breasts.

‘How soft she is’, he thought.

‘How warm his hands are’, she thought.

She reached over her head for his zipper, found the tag and slid it down.

His hands stilled on her breasts and his eyes closed in blissful anticipation.

Muriel pushed herself towards him with her heels, the paper tore and she pushed again and
her head slid off the end of the table. Now she could see what she was doing. She undid his
belt and the hook at his waistband. His pants slid to the floor. His briefs were more difficult.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as his erection appeared.

"Oh God!" exclaimed John as her hands took hold of his cock.

He was big, very big and Muriel felt a glorious thrill run through her body knowing this lovely
thing was almost hers. But, she was a strong-willed girl and asked, "Now doctor, what about
those nipple induced orgasms we were talking about?"

Her gentle hands left his cock and John realised he might have to pleasure her first.

Muriel hadn't wanted to let go of his cock but she knew that a girl has to be in control. She
gasped as his fingers tweaked her nipples, the jolts of energy going due south, between her
legs.

John's arousal had become wickedly intense and just touching those nipples of hers added
to the sense of pressure in his cock.

Muriel was in heaven. Her whole being seemed to focus on her nipples. She rolled onto her
side and said, "Come here John and use your cock on them."

He moved back around the table, his cock inches from her breasts. She grabbed it and
rubbed its head across her left nipple. His pre-cum slicked her nipple and he moaned at the
tight grip of her hand and the sensation of being rubbed against her breast. "Here, you do
it," she said hoarsely.

Muriel grabbed her breast with her hand and squeezed, making it hard and round. The
nipple jutted and John grabbed his cock and rubbed the head back and forth across it.

She didn't know what to do, she couldn't keep still. The walls of her vagina began their
clenching as an orgasm's first, sweet notes sang in her body.

John began to swing his cock and hit her nipple with it. He was climbing his slope too and
that glorious tightening of his scrotum signalled his climax's approach.

She sobbed and clutched both hands to her groin. Some clinical quirk from John's training
froze him for the moment and he watched, his own climax pausing just short of eruption as
he watched Muriel.

She was very vocal and he just stood, his hand gripping his still erect cock, as Muriel fought
through her orgasm, from foetal ball to tendon stretching staightness and back again.

When finally she was done her body glistened with perspiration. She looked up at him and
smiled. She reached out a small hand and took hold of his cock. "Let me make his day for
him," she drew John close, pulling gently on the hot, rigid handle that was his erection.

He watched as her tongue and lips made slow gentle love to his cock. Her orgasm had
washed away her desperation and now she took her time. He watched soft, tormenting lips
draw him in. She sucked, hollow cheeked. The sight aroused him beyond belief. Her face
had a wonderfully contented look as she suckled on him. Muriel's eyes never left his. Wide
and green they seemed to draw him, every bit as much as her sucking mouth did.

Muriel took him to the brink and paused. She reached out her other hand and gently played
with his balls. How she loved this big, heavy cock of his. She longed for it between her legs.
God but she knew she was wet enough to take his size easily. She pumped gently at him,
her saliva-slick fist making love to him.

Twice, three times she sucked him to near-climax with that lovely mouth of hers. He was
practically sobbing for release when it finally happened. He suddenly bent, crouching over
her, his cock almost escaping from her lips. Then he straightened again and sobbed a long
"Yesssss!" He was coming. She took it all, swallowing greedily, milking frantically with her
hand as if to drain him totally. He spasmed and writhed as his body tried and tried to come
and come. Finally he sobbed, "Please stop, stop, oh stop, I can't come anymore."

"Shouldn't you check my ass again, soon, just to make sure there's no infection ... another
appointment
maybe?" She was struggling into her jeans.

John's legs would barely support him, "I'd like to do
that."

The weeks became months and suddenly it was the Thursday before the next meeting of the
Railroad Group. Muriel had hunted down all but one of the seventeen. It had been a
wonderful six months. Even Art had noticed her high spirits. The phone rang, it was Art,
"Wonderful news Moo, they've made me a full partner," he sounded almost boyish.

"That's wonderful Art," she said, pleased for him.

"Maybe now we can spend more time together," he bubbled.

Muriel wondered if it would be her or the railroad that would benefit but told him, "I might be
able to fit you in on Sundays." He laughed but Muriel was serious. Golf now took Art's
Saturdays and she tended to be busy Mondays to Fridays with "the group."

On Friday Art rang again, barely an hour after he'd left for the office. "Forgot to mention," he
said, "we have two new members, so you'll get to meet them tomorrow."

Under the table, between her legs, Bob, twenty five weeks late was claiming his breakfast.
And he was very good! Muriel gripped the phone tightly and wriggled to the very edge of the
chair. Art was still talking.

She did hear one sentence with incredible clarity, "Sandra will be our first female member."

Bob was sooo goood! Her pussy felt about to turn inside out.

Art again, "I think she prefers girls."

"Sandra, a pretty name," she said, heart pounding, legs straight and wide and straining. A
dam about to burst.

She hung up on Art before she started screaming.

Her orgasm hit her.

Slumped in the chair Muriel was very happy and very, very wet.

She'd see all her guys tomorrow, all together.

Bob kissed her left thigh and then the right. She squirmed. Her wetness felt cool as he
moved under her skirt. Railroad work is tough she thought, but someone has to do it.

Part Four here soon..................

by Julius
Copyright 2004