Dr James Kirkham smiled. His old mentor, Dr Helliwell, was due to visit him and his family in London the following week. Although now retired and in his mid-seventies, Dr Helliwell still kept an interest in all things medical, especially since his stepson had taken over his medical practice. Dr Kirkham smiled when he remembered the first time he had met Dr Helliwell’s stepson, Edmund Simmonds.
Out in his carriage one day with Dr Kirkham finishing their rounds, Dr Helliwell had asked to stop by to visit the widowed Abigail Simmonds. She had been receiving treatment from Dr Helliwell for some time, and he revealed to Dr Kirkham that he had asked her to marry him. She was still considering his proposal, but he could not resist calling in to see if she had decided to accept his hand in marriage. Dr Kirkham said he would stay with the horses while Dr Helliwell saw his ‘patient’.
Dr Helliwell found his love in some distress. “What is it, my dear? Do you need some treatment?”
Abigail smiled despite her mood, “You know I always need treatment from you, you old rogue. Your special treatment has gotten me into this mess. Edmund saw us in the summer house when you decided to administer some treatment orally to me, as young Dr Kirkham taught you.”
Dr Helliwell couldn't help but smile when he thought of that afternoon.
“You may well smile, Albert Helliwell, but it has caused a disaster in my household. You know how Edmund holds you in high esteem. He is keen for you to be his stepfather. Well, he has decided to emulate you with the staff.”
“Pardon, my dear, I am confused.”
“He now spends most of his time administering your oral treatment to both my young maids and, latterly, the cook. He has become quite an addict. Of course, the staff are happy, but my mantelpiece is thick with dust. Cook burnt my luncheon yesterday as Edmund had distracted her with his ministrations.”
Dr Helliwell tried to keep suppress a chuckle.
“Don’t you dare laugh, Albert. I need you to sort out your mess. I need you to be a father to Edmund; then we can be married.”
“Thank you, my love. You have made me the happiest of men. I will get James from the carriage; perhaps we can sort this together. Perhaps whilst we do, you should retire to your bedroom for a rest. I will join you soon when this is sorted, and perhaps I could administer some celebratory treatment of my own?”
“You are incorrigible, Albert.” She smiled as she rose from her chair. “You will find Edmund in the kitchen, no doubt.”
After collecting Dr Kirkham from the carriage and briefly explaining what was happening, the two men descended the steps to hear the cries of passion emanating from the kitchen. There, the two doctors were shocked to find the eighteen-year-old Edmund pleasuring both maids and the cook all at once. All three ladies were bent over the well-scrubbed kitchen table, their skirts lifted and their bottoms bare as Edmund kneeling in the middle of all three, licked the quim, of the pert-bottomed young maid whilst simultaneously plunging his digits into the nether parts of another maid and the large wobbly bottomed cook.
“A son any man would be proud of,” Dr Albert Helliwell muttered.
Edmund looked up, his young face glistening with the combined juices of all three ladies.
“Good afternoon, doctors; I think I require your assistance here.”
“Not at all, my boy; you seem to be doing a marvellous job. I am very proud of you. However, James and I are more than happy to assist, but then you and I need a man-to-man talk.”
Smiling, the two doctors dropped to their knees at the side of young Edmund. Dr Helliwell, slipping his tongue to lap up the juices of the maid called Emily, Dr Kirkham opened up the plump cheeks of the cook. He had always been partial to a plump maiden. He squeezed her large, soft buttocks around his face as he took to his task with alacrity.
Edmund carried on in earnest; Sally, the maid, was by far his favourite as she possessed rare talents of her own. He licked and sucked her core, his tongue delighting in her essence. He had taken to this like the proverbial duck to water after accidentally catching Dr Helliwell’s treatment of his mother. He could not wait to try it himself. One taste and he was hooked; it indeed was the nectar of the gods as far as he was concerned. He was now sure why God had placed him on this earth, to sup from the altar of maidenhood, to drink from the furry cup. It was now his favourite libation. He renewed his task with vigour as Sally's moisture continued to pour from her.
Dr Helliwell was enjoying his task, and young Emily was undoubtedly enjoying the tongue-lashing she was receiving from the elderly doctor. His long tongue snaked within her in a way that young Master Edmund could not dream of. However, for Dr Helliwell, Emily was just an entrée; he only thought of his delicious fiancee awaiting him upstairs. All three ladies reached their crescendo in a beautiful cacophony of screams and cries. The three men sat back on their haunches proudly.