Dr Scott grabbed his bag medical bag with Claire, in just a tiny pair of panties, still sitting on his lap. He dug around a bit in it, and eventually pulled out a thermometer and a tongue depressor. Susan, seeing what came out of the bag, unconsciously licked her lips.
"Before I take your temp, let's just take a quick peek in your mouth to make sure everything is good in there, ok Claire?"
"Yes, Dr Scott", Claire breathed out.
The doctor held the tongue depressor out in front of Claire's mouth, and she dutifully parted her lips and put her tongue out to meet the wood. Just before her tongue touched it, Dr Scott pulled the depressor away a tiny bit, a little coy smile crossing his lips as she tried get it in her mouth. He held it close to her a second time, and Claire again opened up and tried to get the depressor on her tongue. She almost touched it before he once again teasingly pulled it back. He put it back in position a third time, and Claire looked at him with her big doe eyes and slowly leaned forward with her mouth open and tongue out. The doctor, whose eyes were locked on hers, allowed her this time touch her tongue to the wood.
Susan had given up all internal pretence of being conflicted about the scenario she had essentially created...she was now too aroused to think straight. She was watching Dr Scott tease her daughter, pretending that the tongue depressor was his cock. That was what she had just witnessed...and Susan was shifting in her chair, creating much needed friction between her legs.
Dr Scott pushed Claire's tongue down, taking a good look in her mouth. He gently slid the tongue depressor further back into Claire's mouth, peeking in there, pushing it deeper and deeper in. Susan saw the glint in the doctor's eye. Finished with his exam, Dr Scott slowly pulled the depressor out of Claire's mouth, watching it slip over her tongue, drawing it out along her top lip.
"That all looks good, Claire -- and I'm very impressed, actually. You were able to take that piece of wood quite deep into the back of your throat with no problems. That's very, very good ..."
Dr Scott turned to Susan. "I wonder if that's another thing you passed down, genetically...". Susan couldn't help but blush.
"I mean, clearly", the doctor continued, with a sideways glance at Steve, "it must not have been an issue for however long the two of you have been together...but, it can definitely be a real advantage... an ability that can come in very handy when you're wanting to...please others. I'm happy to do a little...exam on you, later, to check, Susan, if there's time...". The doctor turned back to the almost naked 18 year old on his lap.
Susan, who up to this point had been pretty much silent through this unbearably arousing encounter, found herself speaking. It was as if she was watching herself from outside herself. Not only did she not mind that her husband was in the room as she spoke...there was actually an incredible thrill, an intense rush of power, in saying it in front of Steve.
"I would like that, Dr Scott."
The doctor looked back at Susan and gave her his coy little smile. He looked momentarily right at Steve before again locking eyes with Susan. "Very good, Susan. Very good. With you, we might use something a little more...substantial than a tongue depressor." The doctor very briefly glanced down at his crotch. "Well...much more substantial. Does that sound like a good plan, Susan?"
"Yes, Dr Scott."
"Mmm...good."
Dr Scott turned his attention back to Claire. He got out his oral thermometer and instructed her to place it under her tongue and to close her lips around it. The doctor continued to monitor the outer temperature of her skin, running his hands all over her young, fit body, from her feet to her neck and back again.
When enough time had passed, Dr Scott took hold of the thermometer and pulled it slowly out from between Claire's lips. Before the tip came out, he slid it back in, playfully watching it go in and out of her mouth for a moment. Susan squirmed in her seat.
The doctor looked at the reading and frowned a little bit.
"Hmm...it's not as high as I thought it would be. Interesting."
Dr Scott grabbed Claire's hips and repositioned her on his lap so that she was directly in front of him, facing away from the doctor. Again, Claire could feel the doctor's big bulge against her. He opened his legs and moved Claire's so that they were supported by his, causing her legs to be spread quite wide. Susan could clearly see how damp Claire's little panties were, and she had a moment of wondering whose were wetter, her daughter's or hers.
Dr Scott, his arms wrapped around Claire, put his hands on her inner thighs, slowly moving them up. He stopped before the highly aroused young woman's body wanted him to.
"Your skin gets hotter as I get higher up your legs, Claire." He gave her thighs a light squeeze.
"Hotter and hotter as we get closer to, well...". The doctor trailed off for a moment. "...to your pussy."
Both Claire and Susan audibly moaned as they heard that word escape the doctor's lips. Steve, from his chair one foot back, let out a whimper.
Dr Scott looked over at Susan.
"I don't like to use clinical terminology when I'm on house calls...I tend to save that for the office. It feels too...impersonal. Can you understand that, Susan?"
How the doctor knew it was a word that really excited her she didn't know...but then Dr Scott seemed to know everything about her sexual inner workings. What she did know was that she would do anything the doctor told her to do...which was a frighteningly thrilling feeling.
"Can you understand that, Susan?" The doctor repeated the question. Susan shuddered. "Oh...yes, Dr Scott. Yes."
With Claire on his lap in this position, the doctor's face, if he leaned down a little, was right next to the young woman's. The doctor did just that, his lips near her ear.
"And are you ok, Claire, if I use the word 'pussy' with you? You don't mind?" Claire had to settle her breathing to speak. "No, Dr Scott, I don't mind." The doctor smiled. "Good."
"Because", the doctor continued, "I'm going to need to touch your pussy now. We can do this with your panties still on...at least for the moment. I want you to try and breathe normally, Claire."
Dr Scott's hands were still resting on the 18 year old's inner thighs. Because he had her spread so wide, and because her panties were so tiny, the edges of her smooth pussy were now partially exposed. The doctor slid his hands further up, and Claire let out a deep groan as he brushed against her outer lips.
"It's ok, Claire...deep breaths", the doctor intoned as he lightly ran his fingers along her exposed skin. "You too, Susan," he said with a look to her, "...take a breath."
Susan had been so transfixed by the doctor's fingers that she had indeed stopped breathing. The fact that the doctor had clocked that while administering to Claire excited her even more.
"Ok, Claire, be a good girl for me and try and stay calm", Dr Scott offered as moved his right hand and pressed it against the gusset of her panties, feeling her whole pussy through them.
"Oh God!", Claire gasped, her chest bucking forward as her body reacted to a sudden rush of intense pleasure. The doctor wrapped his other arm around Claire's chest and pulled her back into him, his big hand right between those gorgeous, perfect tits of hers.
"Claire...don't be naughty, now -- Dr Scott needs to concentrate on this pussy of your. Can you behave? I don't want to have to...discipline you..."
This comment made both women moan...and made Steve shuffle uncomfortably in his little chair.
"Yes, Dr Scott", Claire groaned, "I'll behave."
It was easier said than done for Claire as the strong, sexy doctor rubbed her pussy. She bit her lip hard as her face contorted, trying desperately to handle the waves of pleasure that his fingers were causing. It felt to her like her hips were not in her control, and as he held her tight to him, she was involuntarily bucking against his cock. The doctor ran his fingers up and down, up and down, starting at the top of her covered mons, over her throbbing clit and down along her lips. Claire's panties were soaked through at this point, and the doctor's fingers were getting slick with her wetness.
Susan, watching the doctor holding Claire tight against him while he rubbed her covered pussy was giving her pangs of jealousy and hunger that she could barely control.
Dr Scott removed his hand from her crotch and let go of her chest at the same time. Claire gasped in a deep breath like she had just come up for air.
Dr Scott was about to address Susan when he paused for a moment. That little sly smile crossed his face, and he put his lips right against Claire's ear and whispered something that Susan had no way of hearing. She saw Claire react by bitting her lip, and then the girl whispered something back in the doctor's ear. There was one more intimate back and forth, Susan wanting desperately to know what they were sharing. After Claire whispered one more time, Dr Scott's coy little smile returned, and he proceeded to hold his sticky, slick fingers out in front of the 18 year old's mouth. As Susan let out a deep moan, Claire took the doctor's fingers into her mouth, sucking and licking her own juices off of them. The doctor did not break his gaze with Susan while her daughter fellated his fingers.
When Claire had finished cleaning the doctor's long fingers, he addressed Susan.
"Claire's pussy is very, very warm...much, much warmer than her general oral temperature would indicate. I have examined a lot of women, and yes, of course, some of them have been aroused while I was examining them, so it's not just that. This is a whole other level entirely."
Susan thought for a moment of all the women Dr Scott has as patients, her friend Dana included. She thought about how all of them must just be dying to fuck him.
Susan swallowed hard. "What is there to do, Dr Scott?"
"I have some...ideas, Susan", the doctor said with a slight grin, "but first I want to get a more accurate reading of Claire's temperature. I don't think the oral thermometer gave us the whole story..."
Susan -- and Steve, for that matter -- knew exactly what the doctor meant, and Susan felt a naughty twinge of arousal. Claire, on the other hand, didn't seem to understand what Dr Scott was referring to.
