Horny Teen Can’t Cum, Seeks Help From Lesbian Doctor

Title: “The Unorthodox Treatment: A Lesbian Doctor’s Unconventional Approach”

In the quaint town of Willowbrook, suspicion brewed amongst the locals. Whispers echoed through cobblestone alleys, panting with salacious gossip. The talk was of Tessa, a trim blonde bombshell with eyes that smoldered mischievously. The rumors described the 19-year old as insatiable, her appetite for carnal pleasure unquenchable.

Tessa’s roommates, two sultry college sophomores named Chloe and Summer, had grown accustomed to their flat mate’s late night escapades. The rhythmic thumping against the shared bedroom wall served as Tessa’s anthem, a symphony of forbidden lust that reverberated through the apartment. Yet, one night something was amiss. Tessa’s moans reorganized themselves into frustrated cries of desperation. Her roommates listened, perplexed, as Tessa finally gave up the fight and collapsed into sobs. They had never witnessed Tessa’s stamina falter, her virility wane. Chloe and Summer knew they had to intervene.

The next day, as Tessa trudged morose and depleted to classes, Chloe and Summer conspired over coffee. There had to be a way to restore the vixen to her former glory. As they brainstormed, an epiphany struck like a lightning bolt through Summer’s head. There was a doctor in town. A lesbian doctor. Rumor had it she possessed a magic touch, a holistic approach that had helped more than a few Willowbrook’s hard-to-please women. The roommates needed to sneak Tessa in for a check-up. They hatched a plan.

That evening, a groggy Tessa was ushered out of the apartment by her wily roommates. “Tess, you need this appointment,” Chloe cooed, stroking the blonde’s hair. “It’ll help with your troubles.” Tessa barely protested as they navigated her to the doctor’s undisturbed office.

Dr.america emerged from the back room, her fiery auburn hair corralled into a severe ponytail. She wore a crisp white lab coat cinched tight at the waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure. With a haughty toss of her hair, she appraised Tessa. “Lymphoedema? Low libido? Spill the sordid details, girl.” she demanded in a thick, sensual accent.

Tessa squirmed under Dr. America’s piercing gaze but finally admitted her woes. “I just can’t cum anymore, Doc. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to find relief.” Her voice cracked, a desperate whimper seeping in.

Dr. America smirked. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Now strip and climb onto the exam table.”

Tessa nervously complied, her exposed flesh glowing in the fluorescence. Dr.america circled her, prodding and probing with deft fingers. She lingered between Tessa’s thighs, drawing out the suspense before snapping on a pair of latex gloves.

“Bear with me, dear. I’ll have you squeezing the walls of ecstasy again in no time.” And with that, she dipped her head between Tessa’s legs, parting the petals of her pink flower.

Profanities tumbled from Tessa’s lips as Dr.america’s tongue laved her cavern. The doctor focused exclusively on Tessa’s pearl, flicking and circling, bringing the blonde to brinks of climax again and again but never allowing her to tip over the edge.

Chloe and Summer, hidden behind a curtain, bit their lips in tandem. The echoes of Tessa’s gasps were more tantalizing than any porno. On Tessa’s eighth near-orgasm, the doctor finally had mercy, plunging two gloved fingers into Tessa’s well-lubed honey pot. As she pumped her digits, her tongue fluttered mercilessly on the blonde’s bundle of nerves. And finally, finally, a tsunami of pleasure crashed over Tessa. Her spine arched, toes curling, thighs clamping around Dr. America’s head. She came undone with a guttural moan, squirting ecstasy onto the exam table.

Dr. America sat back, smirking with smug self-satisfaction. “I’d say that was a job well done.” She rose, snapped off the gloves, and tossed them towards the wastebasket. She missed.

Tessa, still blissed-out, rolled onto her side, nuzzling Dr. America’s hip. The doctor jumped back, nearly tripping over a box of lubricant. “Alright, I think that’s enough pleasure for one day,” she clarified, disentangling herself.

As Tessa left, the doctor imparted one final piece of advice: “Abstinence can be painful, but it’s part of the process. I want you retracing your steps – no sexual contact for the next 24 hours.”

Tessa frowned, cheeks burning anew as she relived the doctor’s oral prowess but she agreed to the doctor’s terms.

And so, over the next few months, Chloe and Summer watched their friend’s transformation. With each appointment, Tessa shifted from a novice to a master pupil in the art of delay.Dr.america taught her the finesse of fingers, the rhythm of rubs and grinds, the secret whispers of a lover. And with each lesson, Tessa’s skills multiplied, her resolve sharpened. No longer was she a slave to pleasure. With Dr.america’s guidance, she became a mistress of desire, able to draw out euphoria for hours until finally unleashing the beast in a wild, surrendering finale. Chloe and Summer became merely spectators in the girl’s erotic journey, watching as Tessa blossomed from a lost lamb into a lioness of love.