TITLE: Sick Bay
AUTHOR: Fygero
CATEGORIES: M/g(12), 1st, Lolita, School, Cons, Upskirt
WORDS: 9,000 (approx)

WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor.  If this
is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your
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SYNOPSIS: The school year has just started and Lucy (12) is the first of
the middle school girls to meet the dreamy new sick-bay medic, Doctor
Scoville, although he asks Lucy to simply call him Dr Pete.  Presenting
with a tummy ache, Lucy becomes increasingly aroused as Dr Pete's warm
hands examine her; more so when they carelessly stray across her budding
breasts and perilously close to her young sex.  Unable to isolate the cause
of Lucy's stomach ache, Dr Pete presumes growing pains, but to be certain
he must perform a closer examination of Lucy's virgin pussy.  Fortunately
for young Lucy, he has just the tool for such an intimate examination.

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are
fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely
coincidental.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy.  Although many men may think
and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like
Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not
exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does.  If you
enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to ready the story; it is very
erotic, very graphic in its detail, and very enjoyable.  If you have
trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the reality of real
girls then you need help; I recommend discussing the problem with a medical
practitioner.


SICK BAY
by Fygero

Lucy stood nervously outside the sick bay looking up at the sign; a red
cross at the top and a sad looking cartoon hound dog underneath with a
thermometer in its mouth.  Part of the nerves was the natural anticipation
that everyone feels when going to the doctor, but by far the greater part
was the new doctor himself.  Dr Scoville had only been at the school a week
but already he was the main topic of conversation among her Junior
classmates; he was tall and ruggedly handsome with a friendly smile that
showed some super-sexy dimples behind his beard stubble.

'Dreamy' was the most popular descriptor among Lucy's group of twelve
year olds; their raging hormones recklessly driving them headlong towards
womanhood.  And now here she was, as far as she knew, the first girl to
visit Dr Dreamy in the school sick bay.  Well, at least she would be the
first to visit him, providing she could get her feet moving again and mount
the stairs up to the sick bay door.  She could almost taste the sweet
nectar of popularity that she would enjoy when everyone found out.

Briefly forgetting the stomach ache that brought her here, Lucy shivered
in her blue and white checked school dress despite the heat of the day, and
she felt a not unwelcome tingle as her nipples hardened beneath her
training bra.

That delicious feeling in her budding breasts and been happening more
and more since they started to fill out about six months earlier.  She
stood for a few minutes in front of her mirror most days inspecting their
progress; her Mom had told her that the training bra was just to cover her
nipples so they wouldn't poke out through her dress and that she could have
a real bra - an A-cup - when they were big enough to bounce.  So almost
every morning she would stand in front of the mirror wearing just her
panties, marvelling at how her hips were flaring outwards to give a
fetching curve to her waist; touching the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts
and bouncing on her toes to see if they would jiggle.

And there has been some real progress in the last few weeks, she
reflected.  They were now swelling enough at the bottom to make a clear
curved line beneath each one, and when she placed a finger beneath them she
could lift their soft weight half an inch or so.  Mom had already said no
to a real bra twice, so Lucy thought she would give it another week to make
sure before she asked again.

With butterflies overwhelming the discomfort in her stomach, Lucy took a
shaky breath and walked up the steps to press the buzzer.

"Come in!" she heard from inside and the automatic lock on the door
clicked open; it was a man's voice - certainly Dr Scoville.  She opened the
door and stepped inside; taking in the features similar to those of her
family doctor's office: the examination table covered with a roll of white
paper, a wooden step to climb up onto it, stainless steel sinks and benches
with containers of soap, disinfectant, cotton wool, rubber gloves and
goodness knows what else on the counter and available for ready access.

Dr Scoville himself was at a desk on the corner, typing something on the
computer with his back to Lucy.

"Just ... one ... second," he said slowly as he tapped out the last few
keys before sending the screen blank and turning around.

"Hello sweetie," he said with a warm, dimply smile.  "I'm Dr Scoville,
but you can call me Dr.  Pete.  What's your name?"

For no reason that she could think of, Lucy blushed and looked down at
her feet; Dr Pete, she thought.  I'm the first one to get to call him Dr
Pete.  "I'm Lucy," she said, returning his smile, her eyes sparkling with
excess moisture as her heart kicked up a beat.

"Come over and sit down, Lucy," he said, beckoning to a straight backed
chair beside his desk.  As Lucy sat and smoothed her school dress over her
lap, Dr Pete asked her a few friendly small-talk questions: her surname,
age, her favourite teacher and her favourite subject; and in a few moments
Lucy's nerves were settled and she was talking freely, looking up into his
blue eyes and watching for his dimples whenever he smiled at something she
said, which was delighted to note was most of the time.

"Well," he said.  "It sounds like you're really settling in to middle
school.  But I'm sure you didn't come here to brighten up my day with your
pretty face." Lucy beamed at the compliment and shivered again with a surge
of adrenaline.  "Are you not feeling well?"

"Um, well ..." she began, looking down at her stomach.  "It feels a bit
sore in here," she held her palm over the lower part of stomach around the
pelvis.

"Mmmmm," he said, with a concerned look.  "Tummy ache?  Or is it a bit
lower than your tummy?"

"I'm ... not sure," she said truthfully, she hadn't really considered
there was anything else in that area to get sore except her stomach.  "It
might be a bit lower."

"Have you eaten any strange foods lately?" he asked.  "Stuff you don't
normally eat?"

Lucy shook her head.

"Oysters?  Crab?  Lobster?" Lucy made a face and shook her head to each.
"Anything else fishy?"

"No," she giggled.  "I eat canned tuna, sometimes."

"Any allergies to food?  Peanuts, eggs, gluten?"

"Nuh uh," she said.  "What's gluten?"

"Things like bread, pasta, cake."

"No, they're all yum," she smiled.

"Good," said Dr Pete.  "How about any other allergies; bee stings,
medicines?"

"I don't think so," she answered.

"Have you been hurt playing sport?  Hit by a ball?  Or fallen over?"

Lucy shook her head again.

"Hmmmm, OK," he mused.  "You're twelve, right?"

"Uh huh," Lucy agreed.

"Well," he said.  "When a girl gets to be about your age, her body
starts to change.  Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Like growing boobs and stuff?" Lucy blushed a little, but she was
feeling enough at ease with Dr Pete to say that without too much
embarrassment.

"Growing breasts is part of puberty," he agreed.  "But there are other
things that change further down.  Have you had your first period yet?"

Lucy shook her head.  This was getting back onto more embarrassing
ground.

"Are you growing any hair where you didn't have any before?" he asked.
"Between your legs or under your arms?"

Lucy shook her head again.  Dr Pete had a way of asking these
embarrassing questions so that it didn't seem so bad; he was doing well not
to talk directly about her vagina, which would be mortifying.

"Hmmmm," Dr Pete frowned.  "It doesn't sound like you're far enough
along for the pain to be your first period.  I'm going to have to examine
you," he explained.  "That means I'll need to put my hands on you where it
hurts, but you can leave your dress on.  Do you want another teacher to
come in while I do that?"

Lucy was horrified; she couldn't imagine anything worse than having
another grown-up here while the doctor talked to her about periods and
breasts and hair on her pussy.  "Um, no thanks," she said, trying to hide
the edge of panic in her voice.

"Righto, then," he said, getting up from his chair.  "Come over here and
stand in front of the mirror for me."

Lucy stood before the full length mirror and immediately had flashbacks
to this morning; standing almost naked, jumping up and down and watching
her small breasts bounce minutely in the mirror.  She shivered again while
she imagined Dr Pete watching her do that, and it made her nipples stiffen
once again.

Dr Pete stood behind her as she watched in the mirror; at just five feet
tall, her head didn't quite come up to the level of his shoulders.  Sliding
his left hand beneath her arm, he placed it flat on her lower rib cage, the
side of his index finger nestled beneath her breast so that it was just
touching, sending another thrill coursing through her young body.  With his
right hand, he reached under her right arm and placed it flat over the
middle of her tummy; she could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin
cotton of her school dress and it set off little flutters of nervousness in
her stomach.

"Now place both of your hands over the top of mine," he said, patting
her tummy to indicate his right hand.  She lifted her hands to do as he
asked and felt little electric sparks of excitement tingle through her
fingers as she touched his skin.  The movement of her upper arm lifted her
small breast off his finger and he repositioned his left hand so that her
breast rested on the middle finger instead while his index finger lay
across the soft swell beneath her nipple.  Lucy took a shuddering breath
and realised that he was now taking the tiny weight of her breast, lifting
it a little higher than it would rest naturally.

"That's great," he smiled in the mirror.  "Now move my hand so that my
fingertips are over the place where it hurts."

Lucy did as he asked, sliding his hand down over her stomach until his
fingertips were almost to her pubic bone.  "Around about there," she said,
a little bit breathlessly, concentrating on the tingling feeling in her
breast beneath the warm touch of his fingers.

"OK, can you feel the pain right now?" he asked.

"Nuh uh," Lucy shook her head.

"Tell me if you feel the familiar pain," he instructed as he gently
palpated her lower abdomen in the area she had indicated.  Lucy didn't feel
any discomfort; just a degree of excitement watching his hand probe about
just above her privates.  "Any pain?" he asked.

Lucy shook her head.

Dr Pete moved his fingers to the right and then to the left; asking
again whether she felt pain, and she told him that she didn't.

He moved his fingers further down over her pubis, probing the soft bulge
of smooth flesh there just an inch or so above the slit of her vagina.

"Any pain?" he asked.

Lucy shivered again with the excitement of his touch so close to her
young sex.  "Nuh uh," she husked.

"I'm sorry," he said, smiling.  "Does it feel funny?"

Lucy looked from his fingers - gently rubbing so close to her blossoming
womanhood - up to his eyes and blushed.  She nodded, smiling shyly.

"Funny-bad?" he asked.  "Or funny-nice?"

"Funny-nice," she whispered.

Still cupping her breast with his fingers, Dr Pete pressed the side with
the tip of his thumb, causing the soft flesh to bulge out through the
training bra against her school dress.

"Well there doesn't seem to be anything the matter around your skin and
muscles," he explained, still massaging her pubis, occasionally slipping a
bit lower and almost brushing his fingers across the top of her virgin
slit. "And it's not your appendix, so it might just be growing up," he
mused, "but that would be much more likely if you had started growing hair
down there."

Lucy could feel her vagina tingling and she longed for Dr Pete to touch
her lower, to press his warm fingers into the softness of her smooth pussy
lips.  With a thrill, she imagined him sliding a finger down into that
soft, hairless crease between her thighs and wondered how it would feel. 
Pretty nice, she bet.

"Lucy, it's possible that something's not quite right with the way
things are developing down there, so I'd really feel a lot better if I
could examine you," he explained.  "That means you would have to take off
your underwear and I would have to touch you further down.  Would you like
me to bring in another teacher for that?"

"No!" Lucy almost blurted; the idea of Dr Pete feeling her pussy filled
her with excitement, but having another teacher watch was horrifying.

"That's fine," he reassured her.  "Nobody else needs to know what
happens in here if you don't want to tell.  Your parents don't even need to
know if you don't want."

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, shaking her head.  "I don't
want to tell them," she said.  "It's too embarrassing."

"Then you don't need to worry about anything," he smiled, lightly
brushing the hard nub of her nipple as he removed his left hand from her
breast and mimed zipping his lips in the mirror.  "My lips are sealed.

"But how do you want to do this?" he continued.  "You can lie down on
the table with your dress up; you will be able to watch everything I do,
but I will be able to see your privates." Lucy's eyes widened with concern.
"Or if you like, you can stand up on the step and bend over with your dress
still on; you won't be able to watch, but I won't be able to see you down
there, either; I can just go by feel without looking."

Lucy sighed again in relief; Dr Pete seemed to know exactly how she felt
and what would feel the least weird.  "The second one," she smiled shyly.

"The second one it is," he smiled reassuringly.  "OK, so off with your
panties and hop up on the step," he said, removing his right hand from its
soft stroking of her pubis.

Lucy reached up under her school dress and pinched the sides of her
panties with her fingertips, lifting the hem just enough to show the tops
of her trim thighs, but not high enough for Dr Pete to see how the tight
fabric of her panties stretched across the soft curves of her vagina, the
shadow of her young slit visible through the thin fabric.  Pulling them
down to her knees, she let them fall to the floor in a white puddle around
her black sandals and short, white socks, and then stepped out of them.

Dr Pete bent down and picked them up, running the soft cotton - still
warm from her skin - between his fingertips.  "Now I don't want you to
think this is weird," he said, one eyebrow raised with concern.  "But it
might help me find out what's wrong if I can smell them."

Lucy didn't think it was all that weird; she had no desire to sniff
anyone's undies, but what did it matter if Dr Pete sniffed hers?  She
shrugged noncommittally and nodded for him to go ahead.

Dr Pete held them up by the hips, finding the front and holding it up
facing him.  Lucy could see how thin they were and was a bit embarrassed,
knowing that if her school dress blew up in the wind, they were all that
stopped anyone looking from seeing her pussy ... and they looked pretty
see-though.  Thinking about her smooth, naked pussy under her school dress
right now gave her another tingle of anticipation and she swayed her hips
to make the cotton brush across her lips, knowing that Dr Pete would be
touching her there in just a few short moments.

He cupped his hands beneath the bottom and brought the thin gusset to
his nose; closing his eyes, his lips parted as her soft panties touched
them and he breathed in slowly two or three times using both his nose and
his mouth.  Lucy watched and blushed again when Dr Pete closed his lips,
accidentally catching a fold of cotton in his mouth, right on the place
where her pussy opening had been a minute earlier.

Taking them away again, he opened his eyes and laid her underwear on the
examination table.  "No," he breathed softly.  "They smell fine ... just
fine."

Shaking his head as if to clear it of stray thoughts, he patted the
examination couch, "Hop up on the step and bend over on the table, please
Lucy."

Lucy got up onto the step and leaned over a little, bracing her hands on
the table with her arms straight, her hips were a bit higher than the table
surface so she was bent over at about a 45 degree angle.

Dr Pete stood beside her at the foot of the bench and placed one warm
hand in the small of her back and the other one on her front, a little bit
higher and over her breast, his finger resting softly over the top of her
nipple.  "Bend lower, please Lucy," he said, guiding her down onto her
elbows, and then lower still until her face was almost touching the paper
cover on the table.  "I need your bottom high and your head low."

Lucy looked back along her trim body to see the position of her bottom,
just a bit higher than her head like Dr Pete wanted.

"Now arch your back down, sweetie," he said, pressing gently against the
small of her back, bending her like a sway-back horse so that her bottom
was poking out and up and her hem lifted a bit higher on her naked thighs.
"That's good," he said quietly.  "You're doing great, Lucy."

Even with her dress on, Lucy felt a keen thrill of excitement, knowing
that with her back arched like this it would push her smooth pussy down and
back between her thighs, exposing her young womanhood to anyone behind her
where she couldn't see them.

"Now, are you ready for me to touch there?" asked Dr Pete.

Lucy turned her head, laying her cheek on the paper as she looked back
up at Dr Pete with wide blue eyes and nodded.

"OK then," he said, and leaving his left hand softly cupping her breast,
he moved the right behind her and reached beneath her dress, placing his
palm over the small cheeks of her bottom.  He stroked in gentle circles for
a few moments as if sightlessly mapping the terrain of her young ass by
touch alone, before gliding his hand down to the backs of her trim thighs
and slipping the tips of his fingers between her legs just a fraction of an
inch beneath her virgin opening.

"I need a bit more space, Lucy.  Could you pop your knee up on the
table," he indicated the leg closest to him by stroking the firm, young
flesh of her thigh, accidentally grazing the soft lips of her pussy in the
same movement and causing a flush of excitement to course through her core.

The table top was almost at the height of her hip, but with the
flexibility of a lithe, young gymnast, she managed to hook her knee up to
the side; and opening her legs very wide to accomplish the feat, she felt
the air conditioned cool of the sick bay against the inner folds of her
burgeoning sex as her pussy lips parted with the effort.

"That's great, Lucy.  Perfect; I can do everything I need with you just
like that," Dr Pete praised her and she looked up at him with another shy
smile.  "Now Lucy," he continued.  "I don't want to embarrass you, but I'm
going to have to use some grown up words to describe your privates.  I can
call it your vagina, if you like; but most girls prefer me to talk about
their pussy.  Do you like either of those words?  Or there's another one
that starts with a 'C'?"

Lucy blushed again.  She couldn't imagine using the C-word with a grown
up.  "The middle one," she whispered shyly.

"Pussy?" Dr Pete smiled, his dimples sparkling.

Lucy nodded and looked away.

"OK sweetie.  I'm going to touch your pussy now, are you ticklish?"

"I don't think so," Lucy husked.  "Nobody's ever touched me there
before."

"Oh, really?" Dr Pete sounded surprised.  "I thought maybe a boy might
have touched down there.  You're so pretty, I bet they think about it."

"Nuh uh," Lucy shook her head, her long blonde plait flipping across her
shoulders.  She felt another warm surge in her chest at Dr Pete's
compliment and she suddenly wished she had chosen to lay on the table with
her dress pulled up; she bet Dr Pete would tell her how pretty her pussy
was if he could only see it, even though it wasn't growing any hair yet.

"Well I'll be really gentle, just in case," he said.

Lucy felt his large, warm hand close over her sex, her open lips beneath
his palm and his fingertips resting on the mound of her mons pubis.  He
stroked slowly back and forth, the calluses of his fingers causing a
delicious friction against her sensitive pussy lips.

"There.  Is that ticklish?"

"Nuh uh," Lucy breathed, his stroking setting off new and exciting
feelings inside her.

"So, let's see what's between you pussy lips." Dr Pete moved his hand
back until his fingers touched her lips and rubbed gently, opening her up
wider, pressing more firmly until he had her labia fully peeled back with
her sensitive inner folds becoming engorged and swelling softly beneath his
touch.  Lucy felt a change in his touch as the soft, dry warmth of his
fingertips became slippery and wet.

"Mmmmmm," Lucy sighed.  "My pussy feels funny."

"Funny-nice?" he asked.

"Mmm huh," she whispered.  "It feels really nice."

"You're pussy is getting a bit wet," Dr Pete said.  "It can happen when
you touch it.  Has it ever happened before?"

"Ummmm," Lucy mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

Dr Pete kept rubbing her pussy, concentrating on her tiny opening and
spreading the wetness around the inside of her slit as it seeped out.  "Or
it can happen when you think about boys?" he suggested.  "Or maybe in a
dream?"

"In a dream," Lucy confirmed.  "But just once."

"Was it a nice dream?" Dr Pete asked.  "Were you kissing a boy?"

"Mmm huh," she agreed, closing her eyes to remember the feeling.  "We
were kissing," she said.  "But we were lying down.  And then, even though
we had clothes on when we started kissing, I looked down and we weren't
wearing any."

"That a pretty normal sort of dream for a girl your age," Dr Pete didn't
stop stroking her pussy while they talked, and it was making Lucy feel more
relaxed.  She felt the sensitive edges of her virgin hole softening and
opening as they got wetter and wetter, and she felt like she wanted to tell
Dr Pete more about the dream.

"In the dream, I opened my legs and he lay between them with his ..."
Lucy paused.

"His cock?"

"Am I allowed to say that?" Lucy whispered; the heat was building up
inside her pussy and making her breathless.

"Sure," said Dr Pete.  "Sometimes we need to talk about body parts in
the doctor's office."

"OK.  Well his ... his cock ... it was really hard," Lucy said.  "Like
the ones you see in pictures, not like my little brother's."

"And did you touch his hard cock?" he asked.

"Not with my hand," said Lucy.  "But he was rubbing it on my pussy ..."

"And that made your pussy wet?"

"Not in the dream," Lucy said.  "But then I woke up, and it was all wet.
I thought I weed myself."

"Did it feel nice when you woke up?"

"Mmm huh," she agreed.  "It felt like it does now."

"Can I show you trick you can do when it feels nice like that?" Dr Pete
asked.

"Yes please," Lucy husked, opening her eyes again and looking up at him.

"OK," he said.  "You have a special little place," he removed all but
one of the fingers stroking her hole and slowly slid it upwards, "right ...
about ... here."

"Ugggggghhhhh," Lucy let out a low, animal moan as he grazed over the
tiny nub of her clitoris.

"If your pussy is nice and wet," Dr Pete said, "then most girls say it
feels really special to touch right there."

"Oh my goodness," Lucy panted.  "Show me again."

Dr Pete stroked over her clitoris again, flicking his fingertip from
side to side and then he gently pinched it, allowing Lucy's own juices to
make it squirt from his grip.

"Oh-oh-oh-oo-oo-oo," Lucy vocalised the new and exciting feelings that
Dr Pete was introducing as he played with her little love-button.

"The outside of your pussy feels perfectly normal, Lucy," Dr Pete said,
although his voice sounded funny; she thought maybe he was catching a cold.
"Now I'm going to finger your tight little ... I mean ... I need to examine
the inside of your pussy.  Is that OK?"

"Yes please ... um ... I mean, that's OK, Dr Pete." Lucy turned her eyes
down to the table, her cheeks burning with embarrassment; she knew about
feeling horny, she'd had fluttery feelings in her stomach before thinking
about kissing a boy, but she'd never felt anything like this.  Dr Pete had
set her pussy on fire and it was like nothing she had ever experienced. 
She hadn't been lying about the dream, but compared to this, that wet,
slippery feeling in her pussy after the dream was like a static shock off
the carpet compared to sticking a 9V battery on your tongue.

It was making her long for things she had never thought about, like
holding Dr Pete's cock and maybe rubbing it on her pussy.  And now he
wanted to feel inside her pussy!  That's called a finger-fuck, she thought.
I'm about to get finger-fucked by Dr Pete.  The thought of being
finger-fucked made her light-headed and gave her a funny, tingly feeling in
her stomach.  She sensed some machine inside her; something that she had
been born with, but which had laid dormant all of her life until this
moment and now the lights were coming on and it was starting up.  She
sensed an incredible life-force in this machine; something that could drive
her to untold heights of happiness; better than a roller-coaster, better
than sledding in the snow, better than a warm cuddle with her parents on a
cold night.

Finger-fuck me Dr Pete, she thought to herself.  Give me your cock to
hold and fuck me with your fingers.  Stick them in my ... and Lucy's inner
voice baulked for a moment at the bad word ... Stick your fingers in my
cunt; my wet, wet cunt.  Can't you feel my little cunt is wet and it wants
you to finger-fuck me?

Thinking these sexy thoughts and rude words, a shiver of desire shook
her tiny frame and her nipple hardened beneath the soft touch of Dr Pete's
hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lucy," he apologised, moving his hand down to the base of
her rib cage.  "Was I touching your breast?  I shouldn't have been doing
that."

"Oh!" Lucy sounded disappointed.

"Unless ... you know ... it was helping you take your mind off the
examination of your pussy," he reconsidered.  "I could keep touching them
if it that makes you more comfortable."

"Umm, yeah," Lucy agreed.  "I am kind of ... um ... nervous.  It
couldn't hurt, right?"

"If you want to unbutton your dress," he said, one finger now circling
and probing her tiny entrance, testing its elasticity and prompting a
steady stream of lubrication, which he spread around her glistening opening
and along the length of his middle finger.  "I could touch them on the skin
... only if it made you more comfortable though."

In a blur, Lucy had all four buttons of her school dress undone and her
training bra pulled up over her small breasts.  Bent over like this, they
swelled to their best advantage and she took a quick peek down, hoping that
Dr Pete would be impressed by her developing womanhood.

He reached through the open vee of her dress and cupped her tiny right
breast, gently fingering her soft, white girl-flesh and testing its feather
weight with his fingertips.  "Wow!" he said.  "You really are growing up.
These are just like a grown-up's!"

Lucy flushed with pride; she felt like a real grown-up too; with her
hard nipples and tingling breasts, her steaming wet pussy and a real man
just about to finger-fuck her ... even if it was just a doctor doing an
examination.

Dr.  Pete circled the pink nub of her nipple and then pinched it
lightly, setting off little sparks of excitement that rushed through her
pre-pubescent body and connected with the other sparks in her pussy, which
Dr Pete was gradually opening up with his middle finger.  Cupping her
breast again with his fingers, he squeezed and moulded its tiny perfection
in his fingers until it was pink and singing with pleasure.

"Try to relax, Lucy," he said softly.  "I'm about to go inside your
pussy."

Relax?  How could she relax while her head was swimming with new
emotions and she was about to have a boy ... well, a man ... inside her for
the very first time?  Trying anyway, Lucy took a deep audible breath and
let it out in a long, slow, sigh; consciously relaxing all the muscles from
her stomach to her thighs.

As she felt her pussy relax, Dr Pete's finger slipped inside her and she
felt an amazing new sensation of resistance against the tight lips of her
tiny opening.

"That's right, angel.  Perfect," Dr Pete breathed, slowly working his
middle finger in and out of her little hole.  Going deeper, the thick knob
of his knuckle passed through her opening and stretched her a bit wider -
making her gasp - only to close down tight on the fleshy base of his finger
as her pushed all the way in.  As if sensing her pleasure, Dr Pete came
back to the knuckle and slowly worked it in and out, all the while tweaking
the pink point of her nipple and bending his finger in her tiny cunt to
touch a spot that left her feeling breathless.

"Now, that's not so bad, is it?" asked Dr Pete.

Lucy was holding her breath and pinching her eyes closed with the
wonderful new sensations in her pussy.  It was all she could do to squeak
an affirmative response.

"You don't have to hide anything from me, Lucy," he said gently. 
"Sometimes an examination like this gives us strong feelings; even if
they're nice feelings, it's OK to let them out.  It's completely natural,
so let it out if you have to."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Lucy released a long, passionate wail and goose bumps
pricked all over her young body.  "My pussy feels like it's going to
explode!  It's the best thing I've ever felt."

"That's great, angel," he praised her.  "Good for you.  These sorts of
thing can be pretty awkward and uncomfortable, so it can really make you
feel better if you pretend."

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked, panting.

"Like you could pretend you were a grown up," he said.  "And you were
with a man, and maybe you wanted him to do things to your pussy because you
were in love."

"What would I say?" Lucy breathed.

"Well, you would tell him how it felt; you know, these things he was
doing," he said.  "You could say whatever you liked, really.  You could
even use swear words."

"Like the eff-word?" she whispered.

"Sure," he laughed.  "You won't offend me.  I'll just keep doing the
examination of your pussy while you do it."

"That might be funny-strange," Lucy said, thinking about it.  "Can't you
pretend with me?"

"You mean pretend that I'm not really examining you?" he asked
carefully. "Pretend like we're, I don't know, doing something sexy."

"Mmm huh," Lucy said eagerly.

"Would you like me to do that?"

"Yes please," Lucy breathed.

"Hmmm OK," he said agreeably.  "You start, Lucy."

"Ummm," Lucy closed her eyes and concentrated on all of the wonderful
feelings in her body.  "Play with my br..." she paused, reconsidering the
word.  "Play with my titties, Dr Pete," she groaned.  "They're only little,
but they feel so nice when you touch them."

"Oh, ah ... my turn ... OK," began Dr Pete.  "Lucy, I love your little
titties.  They're so soft and tiny and perfect," Dr Pete whispered.  "I
love to feel your little nipples between my fingers when they go hard.  All
I want to do is suck them and lick them and feel your soft little-girl
flesh on my tongue."

"Wow," breathed Lucy.  "That sounded real.  You're a good pretender."

"Thanks Lucy," he said, still fucking her slowly with his finger.  "Did
you want to do some more?"

"My pussy is all wet, Dr Pete," she moaned, getting straight back into
her real-life role-play.  "I'm so horny.  Finger-fuck me.  Finger-fuck in
my tiny cunt.  I've never had anything in my cunt before and it feels so
good.  It feels so full!  I want you to fuck me faster!" As she said all
this, she heard Dr Pete's breathing pick up beside her and his slow gentle
movements in her pussy did speed up a bit.

"Lucy, your tight little cunt is just a slice of heaven," he breathed.
"I'm going to fuck you with my fingers and then I'm going to slide by thick
cock into you and fuck your little cunt hard and deep and pump you so full
of cum it runs down your legs in rivers." And then, still fucking her with
his middle finger, he extended his ring finger so that it grazed along her
clitoris with each stroke.

Lucy cried out with the renewed contact on her tiny love-button.  "Fuck
me, Dr Pete!  Fuck me harder." Dr Pete left off his examination for a
moment and complied with Lucy's role-play, plunging his finger deep into
her cunt, all the way up to the webbing until he pumped her tiny pussy lips
with his fist, causing her to squeal with desire.

After half a minute of pounding Lucy's virgin cunt with his finger while
she squealed and writhed on the table, pumping her hips to get him deeper,
Dr Pete slowed back down and broke contact with her clitoris.

"There," said Dr Pete in his normal voice.  "Does that feel better now
you've let it all out?"

"Uh, oh, uh," Lucy vocalised to the slowing strokes in her pussy as she
came back from the precipice of what would have been her first orgasm.  "Is
it all over?" Lucy asked wistfully.

"Well, I still can't find anything wrong with your pussy," he said. 
"Everything in there feels just about perfect to me.  I would like to check
a bit deeper, though.  Do you mind?"

"I don't mind," Lucy said.  "If you think it will help."

"Hmmm.  There's a perfect tool for doing examinations deep inside a
girl's pussy," Dr Pete explained, "It can do everything I want, but I don't
have one in your size."

"Isn't it big enough to get all the way in?" Lucy asked, disappointment
apparent on her face.

"No, just the opposite," he said.  "It's too big for a little girl.  I
can only use it with big girls and grown-ups."

"But you said how I was growing up," Lucy complained, distressed. 
"Can't you try?  Please?"

"I can try if you like," Dr Pete relented.  "But I'll have to pop your
hymen?"

"Pop it?" Lucy asked, curious.  "Is it like a blister?"

"A little bit," he considered.  "But when you pop your hymen, blood
comes out instead of pus."

"My Mom's popped blisters for me before," Lucy said excitedly.  "It
hardly hurts at all and I don't even cry!"

"You're such a brave girl Lucy," he praised her.  "I'll just get my tool
out.  You close your eyes and try to relax."

Lucy did as she was told, listening to Dr Pete rummage in the drawers
behind her, wondering if he could see her pussy beneath her school dress.
She felt so exposed with her panties lying on the table and her legs spread
so wide, but now instead of feeling self-conscious, all the new, wondrous
emotions in her young body just made her feel excited and horny.  While Dr
Pete was still retrieving his big-girl's tool, Lucy took the opportunity to
pull her dress up her hips until she felt the hem brush past her thighs;
now her pussy would be peeking out beneath and Dr Pete would see how wet
and open and horny she was, and maybe he would do some more pretending
while he examined her.

Lucy heard Dr Pete gasp as he moved in behind her with his special tool.
"Oh Lucy," he breathed.  "You don't need to be shy about your pussy; it's
so, so beautiful."

If Lucy had a tail, she would be wagging it.  She was so happy that Dr
Pete had seen her pussy and that he liked it.

"And there really is no hair at all, is there?" It sounded like his cold
was coming back.  "Do you remember what it's like to have a vaccination,
Lucy?" Dr Pete slowly stroked the soft hairless outer lips of her pussy
with his fingertips.

"Ummm, ye....  yes," she said nervously.  She didn't want Dr Pete to
give her a needle.

"Do you remember before you get a needle, you get a wet swab on your
arm?" he asked.  "It feels cold."

"Mmm huh."

"Well before I use my tool, I need to swab your pussy," he said quietly,
a funny sound in his voice.  "But this one's not cold, it's warm."

"OK," Lucy said eagerly.  Warm and wet against her warm, wet pussy
sounded nice.

Dr Pete didn't answer, but a moment later she felt him swabbing her
pussy; a thick, wet pad first sliding over the right side of her pussy, and
then the left side; all the way down the full length of her young, hairless
cunt.  Lucy thought he was only going to swab the outside, but then she
felt him touch her again with that warm, thick pad; right in the middle
this time and on the skin just above her virgin slit.  She held her breath
as her ever so slowly ran the swab down to her slit, closer and closer to
that special place, that hard little button that felt so sweet.  And then
he was touching it, pressing down firmly and dragging the swab over her
button; Lucy cried out and tried with all her might not to buck her hips,
to keep that wonderful pressure on her special place.  And then Dr Pete's
swab was coming back and circling it, making Lucy squeal and cry real tears
of ecstasy until they ran down her cheeks as he swabbed her clitoris and
then the incandescent lining of her virgin opening, making sure he got into
every fold of her young womanhood.

When he finally stopped, Lucy took a shuddering breath and wiped her
tears on the shoulders of her school dress.

"I like that one better than the one before a needle, Dr Pete," she
husked.

"Me too, Lucy," he said quietly, stoking her pussy again with his
fingers and working one back into her little opening.

"Dr Pete?"

"What is it, angel?"

"Remember when we were pretending before?" she asked.

"I do."

"What's cum?" she asked.  "I didn't understand that bit."

"Well," he said.  "It's stuff that comes out the end of a boy's cock
when he's with a girl and they are doing sexy things together."

"Like fucking?" she asked candidly.

"Exactly like that," he said.

"Oh.  OK, that makes sense now," she said.  "You were pretending you
wanted to fuck my pussy and cum inside it."

"That's exactly what I was pretending, princess," he said.  "Now, are
you ready for my big tool?"

"Mmm huh," Lucy was excited and wagged her pussy back and forth; she
couldn't wait to feel what Dr Pete's big tool felt like inside her pussy.

She felt him move into position behind her and then something warm
touched her open, shining slit.  It felt strange; hard, but with a soft
coating.  Dr Pete slid it along the length of her young slit, grazing her
clitoris yet again and sending shivers of lust through her body, hardening
her nipples and freezing her breath in her narrow chest.

"This is fucking extraordinary," she heard Dr Pete whisper under his
breath.

"Is something wrong," Lucy said, her voice laced with concern.  She
longed for Dr Pete to plunge his tool into her pussy, why wasn't he doing
it?

"Your pussy is so wet, sweetie," Dr Pete said in that funny, choked up
voice.  "God, it's just running down my d... my tool like quicksilver. 
It's so hot and so wet; I'm not even going to need lube."

Lucy didn't know what he meant, but she didn't think it really mattered
either.  He sounded happy, so she didn't think there was anything wrong.

"I'm ready for you, Dr Pete," she said to encourage him.  "I'm relaxing
my pussy as much as I can and I think it's ready."

Dr Pete didn't answer, but he stopped rubbing up and down Lucy's slit
and gently pressed the tip of his tool to her virgin entrance until she
felt herself opening up.  As he pushed harder, she could tell that his tool
was MUCH bigger than his finger; she could feel her pussy stretching and
straining and she started panting with the effort as it began to hurt. 
When it didn't feel like it could stretch any further, Dr Pete stoped.

"Are you OK, Lucy?  he asked.

"Is it almost in?" she whimpered.  "Because it's starting to hurt, now."

"That's your hymen, angel," he explained.  "I just need one last push to
pop it, and then it will feel better."

"Pop it now," she said, her voice breaking as one tear trickled down her
cheek.

"OK," he whispered.  "1 ... 2 ... 3!" Dr Pete pushed and Lucy felt
something give in her pussy; a sharp stab of pain that was forgotten in a
moment because the thick, hard shaft of Dr Pete's tool drove into her
steaming wet canal, filling her so completely from one end to the other as
he tore open her tiny, cunt like an early Christmas present; the untrained
muscles of her vagina walls forced so rudely back that they spasmed and
contracted around his girth; ironically embracing this hot, thick presence
even though they bucked and heaved to reject it.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h ... my-y-y-y-y-y-y-y ... G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-d," Lucy
cried, her voice warbling with mingled pain and unrivalled ecstasy; she
threw her head back and cried up to the ceiling, thick cords standing out
on her neck while the knee of her one standing leg wobbled and threatened
to spill her to the floor.

Dr Pete held still inside her and - as Lucy's pussy muscles began to
relax and release their hold on his tool, Lucy heard him take a shuddering,
heaving breath.

"Are you alright, Dr Pete?" she asked with concern.

"Sure, angel," he breathed.  "I just, I almost ca-... I thought for a
moment you might be too small after all."

"Did you get it all the way in?" she asked.

"No, sweetie," he laughed.  "It's only half way.  I don't need to get it
all the way in to finish the examination."

"Oh my goodness," Lucy exclaimed.  "It feels like a baseball bat in my
pussy.  How big is it?"

"This one is eight inches, honey," he said.  "But like I said, it's only
for big girls; it won't all fit inside you."

"Can you tell if there's anything wrong with me?"

"Let me check," he said.  "I need to get to the back of your pussy."

Instead of going deeper, Dr Pete pulled out a little way, very slowly,
and moved back into the same position.  He did this again and then again,
setting up a delicious friction that warmed the inside of Lucy's pussy. 
Keeping it slow, he began moving a fraction deeper with each stroke, and
after a dozen short thrusts with his tool, Lucy felt him touch a tender
place deep in her core.

"That's the place, Dr Pete!" she said excitedly.  "You've found it! 
That's the place where my tummy aches."

"Really?" said Dr Pete.  He sounded surprised, which was strange,
because he found it precisely where he was looking.

"Mmm huh!" Lucy nodded, her blonde plait flipping fetchingly between her
shoulder blades.  "Can you see what the matter is?  How can your tool
tell?"

"Oh?  Ahhh ..." he paused.  "Well ... it has an eye at the end and ..."

"YOU CAN SEE INSIDE MY PUSSY?" Lucy marvelled.  "What does it look
like?"

"It's beautiful, angel," he said softly "Tiny, tight and pink.  It's
perfect.  Just totally perfect."

"But what about my tummy ache?" she asked.  "What's the matter?"

Dr Pete shifted around inside her pulling fractionally back and then
probing forwards again.

"Noooo," he whispered to himself.  "That can't be."

"What is it?" Lucy asked.

"It's your cervix," he said, his voice filled with wonder.  "It's soft
and dilated ... it feels ... I mean it looks ... it looks like it's over an
inch dilated."

"What's a cervix?" Lucy asked, curiosity overcoming the insistent,
erotic buzz in her young pussy.

"It's the opening to your womb," he explained.  "Your uterus.  It's
supposed to be closed, but yours ... just ... isn't."

Lucy didn't understand that explanation any better.  "What can you see
in there?"

"Oh ... ummm ... nothing much ... I can't see all the way in," Dr Pete
stammered.

"Why don't you stick your tool in there and look?" Lucy asked simply.

"Oh, angel," he said regretfully.  "The cervix is very sensitive, and
yours would still need to stretch some more, sweetie.  It would probably
hurt a lot."

"But why not try," she urged him breathlessly.  "And if it hurts too
much you can stop."

"It would be good to get deeper ..." mused Dr Pete.  "Are you sure?"

"Sure!" said Lucy confidently; her pussy felt so wonderfully, bulging
full and she felt Dr Pete's tool probing at the threshold of a whole new
experience, one where he could drive even deeper and make her feel fuller.
She thought about the short thrust that opened her up the first time and
tried to imagine him pushing even further; ramming double that length into
her straining young pussy.  Lucy shook with the anticipation and waited for
Dr Pete to decide.

"OK," he said.  "Tell me the moment this hurts, wont you.  The very
moment!"

"I will," she breathed.

Dr Pete edged back into place and pushed gently; Lucy felt the sweet
friction of his thick tool sliding through her straining, wet entrance, and
deeper inside she felt just a bit of discomfort, but it wasn't really any
worse than her regular tummy ache.  She felt him pushing, pushing, building
up pressure against that sensitive place deep inside her; and then just as
it was with her hymen, he broke through her resistance and she felt him
drive impossibly deep into her core; into her stomach, it seemed.

Lucy felt a hard bump against the straining, yawning, pink hole of her
pussy as Dr Pete rammed his thick, grown-up tool all the way into her womb;
the two of them grunting in unison at the contact.  Lucy felt an electric
buzz along the hot, throbbing length in her pussy; and somewhere in the
middle - where the pain had been before - she now felt only a hot ball of
pressure that threatened to explode with pleasure.  Lucy felt on the verge
some new, extraordinary experience; she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed
that Dr Pete would fuck her with his tool; that he would slide it thickly
through that molten ball of a pressure, building it up and up, hotter and
hotter until it burst.

"Dr Pete," she rasped, struggling for breath.  "Can you see what's wrong
with my pussy yet?"

"Yes, angel," he said.  Dr Pete sounded a bit breathless too.  "But I
think I can make you feel better; I just need to give you a shot of
medicine in your pussy."

"No!" she cried, not yet wanting him to remove the delicious, thick tool
from her pussy.  "I hate needles."

"This one's not a needle, sweetie," he soothed her.  "I can give you the
shot with this tool, but it needs to be all the way back in your pussy like
it is now."

Lucy didn't answer; she was still nervous about the possibility of
getting a shot, even though Dr Pete said he would use the lovely thick tool
that was already inside her.

"Is that OK," he asked.

"I guess so," she said.  "You just made me nervous when you said you
would give me a shot."

"Do you want to do some more pretending?" he asked kindly.  "To take
your mind off the medicine."

"Uh huh!" Lucy agreed, shivering with excitement.  The thought of sexy
pretending with Dr Pete like they did before sent a new surge of longing
through her pussy.

"OK," he said.  "What do you want to pretend this time?"

"The same one as before!" Lucy said immediately, thinking about the way
Dr Pete made her feel like a grown up when he said he wanted to fuck her
cunt and fill it with cum.  "Where you said you were going to cum in my
pussy."

"OK," Dr Peter agreed quickly.  "Do you want to start?"

Dr Pete began to slowly pump Lucy's pussy, pulling just out of her womb
and then pushing thickly back in.

"My pussy feels so tight and full," Lucy moaned.  "Fuck me harder.  Fuck
me with your thick cock."

Dr Pete closed both hands around her waist - so small his fingers almost
met at her belly button - and using her hips for leverage as he took longer
and longer strokes, sliding all the way out so that Lucy's tiny wet cunt
sat stretched and open, gasping like a landed fish from the massive
thickness of his tool; and then he drove back in, ploughing through the
tight, hot embrace of her young pussy and into the thick, sucking wetness
of her womb, slamming into the thin padding of her small, round ass.

Lucy closed her eyes again and had no trouble imagining Dr Pete's cock
pounding her little pussy.  With both hands on her hips, she figured he was
holding the tool between his legs, and that meant the weight slamming into
her ass with every stroke was his groin.

"Squeeze me Lucy," Dr Pete gasped.  "Squeeze your cunt muscles."

In her mind, Lucy could see Dr Pete pound his eight inch cock into her
pussy, his balls swinging and slapping into the soft mound of her pubis
while he gripped her tiny hips and ground the root of his dick against her
swollen, pink hole.

The image was so perfect and it felt so real.  She bore down with her
cunt and squeezed hard; Dr Pete must have felt the resistance against his
tool because he cried out again, "That's it.  Squeeze your little cunt. 
Make me cum."

That tingling, burning feeling that had been building in her pussy
finally crested and Lucy felt it opening like a flower, spilling out light
and heat and the purest, distilled sensation of perfect joy.

"Something's happening in my pussy," Lucy cried.  "It feels ..." she
couldn't finish the sentence; the sensation overtook her and she squealed
with orgasmic release.

"Hold on Lucy," Dr Pete gasped.  "Here comes your shot." Tightening his
grip around her tummy, Dr Pete gave three final thrusts, each one lifting
Lucy off the step, impaled and coming, her head spinning with light and
sound while the volcano of her cunt flooded her core with furnace heat. 
And then she felt Dr Pete pumping his medicine into her; thick and hot it
squirted through her womb and out her pussy; slick, wet sounds of Dr Pete's
thrusting tool ringing sweetly in her ears as some of it pumped out her
incandescent hole and ran in rivers down her leg.

Her heart racing, Lucy slowly came down from her orgasm and felt Dr Pete
pull his tool wetly from her pussy, followed by a hot flood of his medicine
running from her gaping hole and down he leg.

"I think some of the medicine ran out, Dr Pete," she breathed, lowering
her stretched, aching leg from the table down to the step; standing
bow-legged, her pussy still echoing with phantom sensations of the thick,
hot shaft that had just torn apart her innocence.

"That's okay, angel," he said, stoking her tiny, round ass.  You can
always come back for another treatment if that one doesn't work.

Squeezing her thighs together and feeling the hot medicine squirt wetly
from her hole, Lucy thought that sounded like a wonderful idea.

~~~ THE END ~~~

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