Molly and Friends Ch. 03

I vaguely recall waking to be given more pills and another smoothie, though I couldn’t even tell you what the flavor was or even which girl fed it to me. Let that be a nugget of truth to all you women out there: even getting a blow job takes some effort. Though, admittedly, not much. Multiply “not much” by three and you have some effort.

But then, I suppose you could divide that by eight. Well, fuck math for the moment.

Why my eyelids fluttered against brightness again, I heard voices talking over me. One sounded incredibly unhappy, while the other was timid and overtly nervous.

“Miss Roarke, when I offered to come over, I was not expecting to find that his stitches would come loose. I’m a little disappointed, and more than a little curious about how this happened.”

“I told you,” said my daughter to the Doctor, “the bathroom, I…”

“Miss Roarke!” Doctor Andrea’s tone was scathing. “This room practically reeks of sex, and I’m not a complete dolt. Your seven friends may be swimming, now, but I’m fairly certain they haven’t been in the pool all day.”

I had to do something, otherwise I’d end up on the 6 o’clock news… again.

“Doctor… how, um, nice to see you again.” I stressed the word to let her know exactly now ‘nice’ it really was. I opened my eyes fully to see Molly fidgeting, wearing little more than a bikini and a silk Kimono-type-robe she’d received from Janie last Christmas. Doctor Andrea, on the other hand, looked far different than I remembered.

Maybe it was the lack of the immaculate smock. Who knows.

A statuesque woman; I was certain that if I could stand she’d be even a few inches taller than me. Well-built across the shoulders and hips, a nice pair of C-cups strained the navy fabric of her button-up shirt. Her black pencil skirt showed off amazing calves—dancer’s calves, I like to call them—and she wore heels no doctor worth her salt would don for a day’s work. Worse, she didn’t look a day over thirty-five. In a totally, completely, absurdly different situation, I might have made a pass at her.

“Well, Mister Roarke, welcome back to the land of the living. Do you have any comment on the ‘treatment’ your daughter has so far subjected you to?”

I groaned as the meds did their thing, and the pain slowly seeped its way back into oblivion. Of course, that meant the side effects would return shortly. I had to get rid of this doctor, and fast.

“It’s my fault,” I muttered. “With all these girls around, I got… well… and I decided I didn’t have anything else to do, so I…”

Doctor Andrea peeled her glasses off her face and raised an eyebrow. “You what, exactly?”

Fuck, she was really going to make me say it. “I… masturbated. That’s how she found me and, I kind of… jumped… in surprise.”

Look, it’s one thing to admit that you masturbate. I’d be happy to tell any woman that to her face, except probably my mother—god rest her soul. Telling a quickly concocted lie that your daughter had walked in on you while you were jerking off… that’s something totally different. Not to mention, this doctor was a Grade A Bitch.

Andrea peered around the room and sniffed a few times. “A likely story, I suppose. If the room smelled more of man sweat than it did of pussy, I’d even be inclined to believe you.”

Molly choked. Hell, I choked. Did the doctor just say what I think she did?

“Yours isn’t the first case of pain paralysis I’ve seen, Mister Roarke. We have nurses for this kind of thing. Your daughter should have just called me and I would have sent someone over. I can’t have my patients dying just because they feel the need to jerk off.”

My head spun. Did she really just imply the hospital employs quasi-prostitutes? Not that I needed more available tail running around the house, but, of course, my dick betrayed my true thoughts on the subject. It sprung to attention and I… well, I prayed that if there was justice in the world I would have a blanket over me.

Of course, I didn’t. The doctor was mending my stitches, so my cock ended up pointing right at her from about two feet away. And the day had started out so well.

“Oh… oh my… Mister Roarke…”

Doctor Andrea flushed and retreated a step, her work apparently done. Oddly, the presence of my daughter in the room served to calm her down a little. She spotted the pill bottle on the nightstand and turned to Molly. “Young lady, have you been giving him the pills I prescribed?”

My daughter looked away and shook her head.

Looking closer at the label, Doctor Andrea pursed her lips in obvious disapproval. “Oh, THESE things. Good lord, one might think you actually want your father to be in this condition…” She trailed off, finally putting two and two together. “Oh my,” she said again.

“It’s not what you think,” I said meekly, hopefully heading her mind off before she actually did think it.

“This is… rather unorthodox.” Doctor Andrea apparently had a talent for understatement, herself. “Miss Roarke, am I to understand that you… You…?”

“That I what?” Molly said coyly.

After using the words she had before, I chuffed a laugh that the doctor was now at a complete loss for them.

“You… sucked your father’s dick?” she finally choked out.

“Well, Ginger did it first. Then Liona, then me.” She counted on her fingers as she went. “Then Janie sixty-nined him. Well, I guess Ginger again before that, then Laura, then me again.”

“I don’t remember that last one,” I muttered to myself.

“Hush,” said my daughter as she winked, “you were asleep.”

The doctor’s blinking eyes went wide and she sunk down into the same chair Molly used to get herself off next to me. “Wow,” she breathed. “Well, it’s no wonder your stitches came loose. They were probably weakened by getting in and out of the car, then to be… well, assaulted by some wild teenagers…”

“Oh, come on, Doc,” whispered Molly, taking a step toward her and the chair. She slid her hands over Andrea’s shoulders as she stood next to the doctor. “I saw you staring at it. Why don’t you have a go?”

Doctor Andrea looked like her tail had been caught in a mousetrap. I had nothing to say about this development, for fear that my input would shatter the fragile trance my daughter had this woman in. Besides, even bitches can give good blowjobs. Molly’s mother was proof of that.

“I… I couldn’t…”

“Oh, come on, you said the only reason you could come over was because your boyfriend stood you up. I think you look hot, Doctor Andrea, and it’s pretty obvious my dad agrees. Why don’t you get yourself a little action?”

As she talked, Molly’s hands rubbed little circles on the doctor’s shoulders. I watched her loosen up, turning to putty in the young woman’s hands. When Doctor Andrea licked her lips, I knew the deal had been sealed.

Maybe she wasn’t such a bitch after all.

Doctor Andrea leaned forward, a look of need in her eyes as she met mine. She placed one palm on the bed while the other reached for my erection. Then, at the last second, she hesitated. “I could get in serious trouble for this.”

Molly closed the door and leaned back against it. “Not if we keep it our little secret.”

This seemed to satisfy the once-bitchy doctor. She leaned back to a vertical position and began undoing the buttons on her shirt. She got to three before I saw the black bra underneath, then a second pair of hands snaked their way around her to take over.

“Let me handle this,” said Molly, brushing her naked tits against Andrea’s back. The doctor adopted surprise again, for a moment, then seemed to decide just to go with it. Her head leaned back and my daughter met it, pushing her tongue into Andrea’s mouth as she cupped the doctor’s tits.

Andrea moaned into Molly’s mouth, then buttons went flying as her shirt tore open. Soon I was feeling a little left out as my daughter and my doctor sucked face and groped each other at my bedside. My cock practically hurt, it was so hard, but I couldn’t move enough to do anything about it. So, instead, I cleared my throat.

“Ahem.”

Andrea had stars in her eyes as Molly pulled away. “You have a patient to serve,” my daughter whispered in her ear. Without another word, the doctor leaned forward and slid her mouth over my dick.

Forget everything I said about blowjobs. Nothing compares to receiving one from a woman who’s forgotten more about your anatomy than you’ll ever learn. Not even prostitutes can compete with that level of skill, and I grinned at the thought of whatever schmuck had lamely passed up a chance at this today.

Molly wasn’t one to be left out, either, however. She peeled the zipper down the back of Andrea’s skirt and slid it over the generously round globes of her ass. The black thong she wore looked soaked from my vantage, and Andrea was more than happy to lift her knees in turn when my daughter pulled that off, too.

I had never actually seen my daughter eat pussy before, but it was a sight I could get used to. There’s a wholly different method to licking a woman who’s bent over as opposed to one on her back, and Molly dove in without a second’s pause. Andrea’s moans vibrated my cock as her mouth slid up and down, and her body undulated as Molly’s tongue stroked against her labia.

Despite her attention being completely wrapped up in eating this woman’s pussy, Molly reached out and grasped my hand. She threaded her fingers in mine and I smiled at her. Even now, she was thinking only of me.

I never imagined my daughter was even bi-curious, but it was obvious what the girls were really doing during those slumber parties. Molly was a pro. She darted her tongue up and down, settling on Andrea’s clit, and even probed her rosebud. The doctor squealed, lifting her mouth from my cock for a moment to express her desire for Molly to continue what she was doing. Then she leaned a bit forward and took one of my balls in her mouth.

“Lover, why don’t you shift and let my Daddy have a taste, and I’ll come help you.”

When neither of us complained, Andrea did as she was bid but kept up her licking and sucking. I don’t know how I held out for so long, and for the moment it wasn’t an issue. I buried my face between Andrea’s thighs and tasted a mature pussy. Sweat, perfume, musk; a beautiful symphony of silky delight greeted my tongue. Andrea kept herself trimmed but not bare, and the patch of carpet matched the drapes. When I began fucking my tongue in and out of her, she lifted her mouth off my cock to let out a single, long moan.