Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Jenny Watson. A study in Scarlet. Chapter 1
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Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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In 2878, I graduated from the University of London, receiving the title of doctor, and immediately went to Netley, where I took a special course for military surgeons. After finishing my studies, I was appointed as an assistant surgeon in the Fifth Orbital Infantry Regiment. At that time, the regiment was circling in lunar orbit, and before I had time to reach it, the second war with the Martians broke out.
Having landed on the Moon in the Sea of Tranquility, I learned that my regiment had moved to Mars and was already halfway to the Red Planet. Together with other officers who found themselves in the same situation, I set off in pursuit of my regiment; On the mail boats I managed to get to the Sixth Station, where the flagship of our regiment, the Joan of Arc, was moored. I found him and immediately began my new duties - literally a month later, "Joan of Arc" was transferred to Deimos, where she fought against the chitinous shells of the Martians.
While this campaign brought honors and promotions to many, I received nothing but failure and misfortune. After the destruction of the Joan of Arc by the Martians, I was transferred to the Third Airborne Regiment to fight not in space, but on the surface of an enemy planet, with whom I participated in the fatal battle for Mount Olympus.
The poisoned tentacle of the elephant fox tore my space suit, penetrated my anus, ate my rectum, and a small amount of acid even reached my stomach. Most likely, I would have fallen into the hands of merciless intelligent mollusks, who would have tortured me without sex for a very long time, if not for the devotion and courage of my slave Marri, who, despite her fragility and weakness, managed to throw me over the back of a giant mantis used by the settlers for transportation. cargo, and thus managed to safely deliver it to the location of the earthly troops.
Tormented by an anal wound and weakened by prolonged deprivation, I, along with many other wounded sufferers, was sent by cargo shuttle to the main hospital on Phobos. There I began to gradually recover and was already so strong that I could move around the ward and have sex with other convalescents in their beds, and not just take a penis in my mouth while lying in mine.
I even began to manage not to wince in pain when my partner touched my anus, although anal sex itself, which I loved so much before the injury, was still impossible. Suddenly, due to my own forgetfulness, I sharply aggravated the situation. A handsome soldier from Ganymede was transferred to our ward and, of course, immediately after meeting him I decided to give him a deep blowjob. And it was a terrible mistake, which I later regretted more than once. To this day I cannot understand how, having a medical education, I missed such a detail about the physiology of the Ganymedan colonists.
The fact is that in a calm state the member of the Ganymede is very small - less than seven centimeters. But when erect, it grows not twice as big as in earthlings or Venusians, but ten to fifteen, that is, up to a meter. And Vortis (that was his name), without asking about my injury, naturally, very quickly reached the point - his hose slipped through my neck and ended up in my stomach.
Everything would be fine, but there is still some Martian acid left in the stomach. The sperm of the Ganymedeans reacted with her, I screamed with good obscenities from hellish pain, but Vortis did not hear anything, his penis muffled all sounds, and so he continued to ram me for another minute while I cried, my eyes widened, I fluttered and pinched his legs and buttocks. It seemed to him that this was normal behavior for an earthly girl during a blowjob.
For several months I was considered almost hopeless, and when I finally returned to life, I could barely stand on my feet from weakness and exhaustion, and the doctors decided that I needed to be sent to Earth immediately. I flew away on the Marie Curie military transport and a month later landed on the asphalt of the Newcastle spaceport with irreparably damaged health, but with permission from the paternal and caring government to restore it within nine months.
On Earth I had neither close friends nor relatives, and I was free as the wind, or rather, like a man who was supposed to live on eleven shillings and sixpence a day. Under such circumstances, I naturally gravitated to London, to that huge dustbin where slackers and lazy people from all over the solar system inevitably end up.
In London I lived for some time in a hotel on the Strand and eked out an uncomfortable and meaningless existence, spending my pennies much more freely than I should have. Finally, my financial situation became so threatening that I soon realized: it was necessary either to flee the capital and vegetate somewhere in the countryside, or to radically change my lifestyle. Having chosen the latter, I first decided to leave the hotel and find myself some more unpretentious and less expensive accommodation.
The day I came to this decision, someone put their hands on my chest in the Criterion bar. Turning around, I saw young Stamford, who had once worked for me as a medical assistant in a London hospital. How nice it is for a lonely girl to suddenly see a familiar face in the vast wilds of London! In the old days, Stamford and I had never been particularly friendly and rarely even had sex, but now I greeted him almost with delight, and he, too, seemed glad to see me. Out of an abundance of feelings, I invited him on an aerial ride over the city (having spent my last money on it) and we immediately took a gravity plane with a guide and flew off.
-What have you done to yourself, Watson? -- he asked with undisguised curiosity when I took off my blouse and settled down on the floor of the vehicle to touch my old friend's penis with my lips and tongue. -You lick the penis, not swallow it! And before, I remember, they could take you right up to the balls, and they barked so fervently! Where is everyone, Jenny?
I stopped the clumsy caresses and began to tell him about my misadventures, explaining the fact that now, out of the three main types of sex, only two were available to me, and even then, I was afraid to do a deep blowjob for purely psychological reasons; the memory of Ganymedean member, who almost sent me to the next world.
As for the classics, there were no restrictions, but I was embarrassed to offer vaginal sex to Stamford, because today, instead of strict slips, I wore very childish white panties with baby elephants - obviously, I didn't expect to meet someone I knew at the bar, so I didn't dress up.
So I just tickled his penis with my curls, hoping that it would give him at least some pleasure and narrated the story. Judging by the satisfied smile of the paramedic, it was so. The guide Daisy, a pretty girl of about twenty, seeing that we were not too interested in the excursion, knelt down next to me, unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her lovely breasts. Then the girl began to pinch my nipples with one palm and stroke Stamford's penis with the other. Realizing that I was not going to take it in my mouth, she did it for me.
The paramedic wrapped her straight hair around his fist and began to gently apply it to his penis. Daisy made pleasant squelching sounds, not forgetting to pull my nipples. I looked with sadness at how the penis disappeared in her mouth and appeared already dressed in saliva and remembered those times when I myself could caress any guy right away.
I barely had time to finish the story before we reached the place.
- Eh, poor fellow! - he sympathized when he learned about my troubles. - Well, what are you doing now?
"I'm looking for an apartment," I answered, straightening my skirt. -- I'm trying to solve the question of whether there are comfortable rooms in the world at a reasonable price.
"That's strange," my companion remarked, "you are the second person from whom I have heard this phrase today."
- Who's first? - I asked.
-- One guy who works in the chemical laboratory at our hospital. This morning he was complaining: he had found a very nice apartment and could not find a companion, and he could not afford to pay for it in full.
- Damn it! - I exclaimed, joyfully kissing the crimson cheek of the guide, who, in tears, tried to take Stamford's penis to the end, but her nose still could not rest against the paramedic's shaggy pubis. "If he really wants to share the apartment and expenses, then I'm at his service!" I also find it much more pleasant to live together than to live alone!
Young Stamford somehow looked at me vaguely over the guide, who had almost brought her partner to the finish line.
- You still don't know what this Sherlock is Hooo-oooo-lms! - he said as he came. "Perhaps you won't want to live in constant proximity with him."
- Why? Why is he bad? -- I moved closer and helped the guide collect all of Stamford's sperm. He came profusely, so that the entire chin and nose of the girl guide were dirty. I used my lips and tongue to collect the spicy spray from Daisy's face while Stamford buttoned up his trousers.
- I'm not saying he's bad. Just a little eccentric - an enthusiast of some areas of science. But in general, as far as I know, he is a decent person.
- He probably wants to become a doctor? - I asked. Stamford leaned over and kissed the guide and me on the lips in turn.
- No, I don't even understand what he wants. In my opinion, he knows anatomy very well, and he is a first-class chemist, but it seems that he has never studied medicine systematically. He deals with science completely haphazardly and somehow strangely, but he has accumulated a lot of seemingly unnecessary knowledge for the business, which would surprise the professors quite a bit.
"Have you ever asked what his goal is?" -- I asked, caressing Daisy's breasts, who moved closer to me, I even felt her with my thigh. Unable to resist, I put my hand on the girl's bare knee. Such an intimate gesture made Daisy blush.
Surprisingly, the guide, whose job it was to chat about various attractions, did not say a word the entire time; we even learned her name only because it was written on her badge. Maybe she's mute?
- No, it's not so easy to get something out of him, although if he's passionate about something, sometimes you can't stop him.
- How does he feel about anal?
- In my opinion, indifferent, unless these are nineteen-year-old anal virgins. He likes classics and blowjobs more, he loves facials, if I'm not mistaken.
"I wouldn't mind meeting him," I said. "If you're going to have a roommate, then it's better to be a quiet person and certainly not a fan of anal." I am not strong enough to endure the noise and attacks on my bottom. I had so much of both on Mars and in the hospital that I'll have enough for the rest of my earthly existence. How can I meet your friend?
