Her doctor suggested she should walk, maybe run, maybe break some records for the 50, 100, 150 yard dash.
He suggested it as they dressed. She, her back to him, feeling very embarrassed. He thought it would help with her burning.
She can't help herself, her sexual burning can be triggered by the smallest thing. His trying to look up her short skirt as she sat on one of the couches in his office brought on her burn.
There was nothing in his office she liked. The couches, her on one, him on the other are softer then her pussy lips. The cherry wood paneling seemed old style to her. Rows of books, expensive looking bindings, lined the walls. Green plants-ferns? No flowers to them. Everything said soft.
Her doctor is good looking, dark hair and eyes. A lot of compassion in his eyes, would they burn? They might, no time like the present to find out.
She stood, stepped out of her shoes, stepped over the coffee table with a model sailing ship in the center.
He looked up from his steno pad in surprise, could he smell her? Her juice was dripping, sliding down her lips, soaking her panties.
She made a mistake.
He reached under her panties, his fingers too soft on her thighs. Pulling down her panties, he was too loving. She was cradled in his arms as he laid her on the couch. He pushed his pants down, anxious, but not obsessive. He made love to her, he did not fuck her. He came in her mouth, soft, easy thrusts in between her lips. His hands softly adoring her hair. He even came soft-gross.
Walking, she's giving it a try, she won't see her doctor again though.
Another mistake.
But such a good mistake. The late July sun is baking her skin, making her sweat, trickles of moisture along her skin, under her shorts, touching her most secret parts.
She see's three perfect alpha males across the street. They are working...hell if she knows, she crosses the street, feeling her body burn.
They are in a trench, not deep, behind their work truck. One of them, the cutest, blond hair, blue eyes, was about to say, Miss, you shouldn't be here. He didn't get very far. Her sandals came off, laid on the running board of the truck. She pulled her sports bra over her head, her nipples sharp and stiff in the warm breeze.
Payday.
The other two are twins, brown, wavy hair, chestnut eyes that burned as she pulled her shorts and panties down her legs.
The cute one and one of the twins helped her down into the trench. Her toes squished into the mud. Cute guy opened his pants, long damp sweat showing through his white tank. His cock is a throbbing pipe, his eyes are burning her skin off her body. She bends over, his hands fist in her hair, forcing her to gulp every fucking inch of him into her mouth. He forces her to fuck him with her mouth, her nose smashing into his thatch of hair.
Not knowing, nor caring, her pussy is pierced by a long, hard cock. In one mind blowing thrust, she cums, spraying her thighs. The other twin says the perfect thing. "Is that all you got? Give it to her like she wants!"
She is fucked, leg buckling thrusts, perfect in sync with cute guy's pushing down of her head, making her choke on his sex.
Cute guy cums! Hot white seed blasts out of his little slit, bathing her teeth, running down her throat, some out between her lips, down her chin.
She has cum at least a dozen times! Twin number one floods her pussy as he explodes, cum flying, splashing all around her tight tunnel.
Twins can be different in certain ways. The second one, same length of cock, same mind blowing pierce and thrust, but a little fatter. His thrusts splash out his brother's cum, it sticks to her thighs for a moment before running down her skin. He is a piston inside a man! Fast, blinding thrusts burn off her burn. She cums, her juice spraying, splashing. He cums quick, filling her pussy with his thick cum
Her burn is over...for now.
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