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Subject: {ASSM} The Tennis Accident (MF cons)
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The Tennis Accident

by Dancing Sprite <dancing.sprite@gmx.net>


I stood in the open door of the nurses' station and felt rather 
foolish. Coach had sent me here after I got hit by a stray tennis 
ball, but I was okay already. Perfectly all right. Well, maybe 
not perfectly; a dull throbbing still remained where the ball had 
hit me, but it was almost gone. Certainly nothing to bother the 
tennis club's nurse with. But Coach had insisted, so I went. Some 
insurance shit, I thought. Or maybe they were afraid I'd sue 
their asses off. As a matter of fact, I had no intention of suing 
them since my own clumsiness had played a major role in the 
accident. Besides, it would be too embarrassing.

"Hello? Anybody here?" I called and got no answer. I wondered if 
that absolved me of my obligation to see the nurse, but quickly 
decided it didn't. Coach wouldn't accept any excuses for skipping 
the check-up. Certainly not such a lame one.

"Hi! You looking for me?" A sweet female voice asked from behind 
my back. I turned and looked straight into the eyes of one of the 
loveliest girls I had ever seen. Sexy green eyes, beautiful, 
well-tanned face, framed by shoulder-length reddish-blond hair. A 
white lab coat hid her body from shoulders to mid-thighs and the 
only discernible features were two nice bulges on her chest and a 
small nametag proclaiming her to be Janet.

I could have looked at her all afternoon, but the expression on 
her face was already turning slightly quizzical. I guess she was 
wondering why it took me so long to answer a simple question. 
"Yes, I'm looking for you," I said. "If you're the nurse."

"I am," she chirped merrily. "Come on in."

I stepped aside and ogled her backside as she walked around her 
desk and sat down. She pointed to a visitor chair and I sat down. 
"How can I help you?" she asked when she had looked me up and 
down.

"Coach sent me for a check-up, but I don't think that's really 
necessary," I said.

"What happened? Did you pull a muscle or something?"

"No, I got hit by a tennis ball."

"Happens all the time," she said. "Where did it hit you?"

"It hit me in the crotch," I said and felt my cheeks go red. If 
she laughs, I'm out of here, I promised myself. But she didn't 
laugh; she looked genuinely concerned. "Not very hard," I added 
quickly. "I should have paid more attention, but I was looking at 
. . . ummm . . . I was distracted and reacted too late. Nothing 
serious, though. It doesn't even hurt anymore."

She got up and motioned me to the back room. "Okay, let's have a 
look at it."

"I don't think that's necessary," I said awkwardly as my cheeks 
went to an even brighter red. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"What's your name?" she asked suddenly.

"Jason. Jason Coonts," I replied automatically. "Will you report 
me to the principal if I refuse?" I added testily.

"You bet," she said sweetly. "And you'll be suspended 
indefinitely. No more tennis. At least not in this club."

"Wouldn't be the first time I get suspended," I said and managed 
a weak smile. However, the truth of the matter was that my boss 
played at the club twice a week and getting my butt kicked out 
wouldn't look good, to say the least.

The nurse sensed that she had hit the mark and smiled. "Look, 
Jason, this really isn't a big deal. We'll just--"

"Then why do you insist on it?" I cut her off.

"Two reasons. The club doesn't want to get sued, obviously. And 
your health is important to us. You carry some pretty important 
equipment between your legs and you don't want it damaged. And 
neither will your girlfriend."

I was tempted to tell her that my girlfriend had split two weeks 
ago, but bit my tongue. She was right, of course. Not about being 
sued, but about the importance of the equipment. So I got up and 
followed her to the small examining room at the back of the 
office.

"Take your shorts and underwear off and sit on the couch," she 
instructed me.

Reluctantly, I pushed my shorts and briefs down my legs, stepped 
out of them, and plopped my naked ass on the cool plastic cover 
of the couch. I looked down at my crotch and saw nothing the 
least bit out of the ordinary. "See? It's perfectly all right. No 
problem whatsoever," I said.

"Are you a doctor?" she asked, a bit annoyed.

"No, I'm not a doctor, but I know a few things about dicks."

"A nurse, maybe?"

"I'm not a nurse, either."

"Any kind of medical training?"

"No."

"Then would you please shut up and leave the diagnosis to me?"

"Sure," I said, embarrassment creeping into my voice. "Diagnose 
away."

She knelt down in front of me, pushed my legs apart and did just 
that. She lifted my flaccid dick with two fingers and held it up 
at various angles as she inspected it at great length, then 
repeated the procedure with my balls. "Did any of this hurt?" she 
asked at the end.

"No," I replied truthfully. "I would have told you otherwise."

"Good. Now let's see if you can still get an erection."

Her words came as quite a shock to me. Not that I was afraid I 
couldn't get hard. In fact, my dick had started twitching a few 
seconds into the exam and had already expanded noticeably. I just 
didn't want to get a hard-on in front of a complete stranger, 
nurse or otherwise. "That's going a bit far, don't you thing?" I 
protested.

"Jason," she sighed as if she were speaking to a retarded child. 
"We're doing a medical examination here to ascertain that your 
penis wasn't damaged in any way. We're not on a date, so your 
usual inhibitions are entirely out of place here. Now, take your 
hand away and let me continue the examination."

On a rational level I knew that she was right, of course, but I 
still wasn't entirely comfortable with the situation. My dick, 
however, liked the idea immensely. Even while she delivered her 
little sermon, it sprang to life and began to grow.

"Glad you finally see the light," she said matter-of-factly when 
I took my hand away and exposed my half-hard dick. We both 
watched intently as it got harder and finally rose from the 
valley between my thighs until it stood at full attention. I was 
relieved and embarrassed at the same time. "See? It still works 
like a charm," I said, both emotions present in my voice.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No."

"No pain at all? Be honest!"

"Honest to God, no pain whatsoever."

"Good," she said. Then she wrapped her right hand around my dick 
and ran it up and down the shaft gently. "Does that hurt?"

"No."

She tightened her grip and stroked more forcefully. "Still no 
pain?"

"None."

As she increased her rhythm further, my breathing became more 
labored. Her hand felt fantastic on my dick and I really didn't 
want her to stop now, although my earlier doubts as to the 
purpose of her actions had returned and were stronger than ever. 
This was really going too far for a medical exam, but if she 
wanted to jack me off, who was I to complain?

Jacking me off was not what she had in mind, though. As soon as 
she sensed that I was getting comfortable with the situation, she 
leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick.

"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked in shock and surprise.

She looked up at me with those sexy green eyes and smiled 
brightly. "I'm sucking your dick. Thought you'd like that better 
than a hand job." Then she slipped my dick back into her mouth.

I was about to ask if that was part of the exam, but thought 
better of it. Her mouth felt fantastic around my dick and I had 
to fight the urge to grab her head and shove my dick all the way 
down her throat. Instead, I relaxed as best I could and let her 
work on my dick -- which she did expertly.

While she alternated between sucking my dick and kissing her way 
from the head to my balls and back again, I couldn't help but 
wonder why she was doing this. Was it really just to see if my 
dick still worked properly? Was she bored with her job and 
looking for a pleasurable way to pass the time? A combination of 
the two, I concluded; she wanted sex and the exam gave her a 
pretense to get it right away.

Some expression danced around my mind, just out of reach, 
something about a gift horse and its mouth, but I couldn't quite 
grasp it. Thinking was getting difficult as the exquisite suction 
of her mouth and the feathery touch of her tongue brought me 
closer and closer to shooting a load of cum into her hot mouth. 
No doubt, she was an expert cock sucker and was giving me great 
head, no matter what her reasons.

When she started moaning around my dick, I opened my eyes again 
and saw to my surprise that she had unbuttoned the lower half of 
her lab coat. While she kept massaging the base of my shaft with 
one hand, the other one was inside her tiny red panties, 
presumably flicking her clit.

Medical exam my ass, I thought and leaned forward to unbutton the 
rest of her coat. The red lace bra I found underneath hooked in 
the front, so I undid that, too. I waited a few seconds, but she 
neither protested nor did she try to push my hand away, so I 
started exploring the twin mounds. Did they feel good! Very firm 
and just big enough to fill my hand, they were crowned with 
large, pale areolae and small nipples which were as hard as 
marbles.

I ran my hand from tit to tit and back again, caressing the 
tender flesh and flicking her nipples lightly with my fingers. 
The intensity of her moans increased rapidly and she sucked my 
dick harder. The tip of her tongue stabbing lightly at my piss 
hole finally sent me over the edge. "I'm coming!" I warned her as 
I felt the cum rising from my balls and shooting through my dick.

The nurse just kept on sucking as I pumped jet after jet of cum 
into her mouth. She swallowed my load greedily and kept right on 
sucking even after I had spent the last drop. I was surprised at 
her appetite, but my dick clearly liked the attention it was 
getting. After going about half soft, it soon reversed its course 
and hardened again. Only when it was fully erect again did she 
let it slip out of her mouth and stood up.

"Medical exam, eh?" I asked, breathing hard, but smiling 
nonetheless.

"Sure," she chirped. "Had to see if you ejaculated normally."

"Did I?"

"Yes, you did," she said matter-of-factly. "Tasted good, too."

"And tickling your clit was part of it, too?" I asked.

She slipped her right hand back into her panties before she 
answered my question. "No, that was in preparation for the final 
exam. We still need to make sure there are no symptoms that only 
show up during intercourse."

With that, she slipped her panties down her long, muscular legs, 
then shrugged out of her lab coat and removed her bra. Before she 
climbed onto my lap, she kicked her white pumps off and stood 
before me entirely naked. My pulse raced at the sight of her 
fantastic body. Her hand was back between her legs, rubbing 
around her clit in little circles, while rivulets of pussy juice 
leaked out between her bald labia and ran down her thighs.

"Looks like you're well prepared," I observed, pointing at her 
glistening pussy. "Why don't we get started before the next 
patient comes in?"

"That's the spirit," she purred and clamped her legs around my 
hips like a vise. As she raised her hips to impale herself on my 
dick, her beautiful tits were right in front of my face and I 
couldn't help but wrap my lips around an erect nipple and suck on 
it.

She inhaled sharply and brought her hips down in one hard plunge 
until her ass cheeks hit my thighs. At first I wasn't quite sure 
if my dick was really in her pussy, since it had slipped in so 
easily. A few seconds later, however, her pussy muscles tightened 
and squeezed my dick like a velvet glove that was two sizes too 
small. I moaned involuntarily and she relaxed her grip around my 
dick immediately. "Did I hurt you?" she asked, concern 
unmistakable in her voice.

"No!" I almost screamed. "That felt so fucking good! Do it 
again!"

She did. Even harder this time.

"Wow! What a pussy!"

"Keep the noise down, will you?" she admonished me softly.

"Sure. Sorry."

She held my dick in her vise-like grip a few moments longer, then 
relaxed slightly and lifted her hips until only the head of my 
dick remained buried in her pussy. "Ready for a ride, lover?" she 
asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked me 
straight in the eyes.

Lover? I wondered briefly, but the throbbing in my dick didn't 
permit me to dwell on the thought. "Do it, baby!" I croaked, 
which was the best I could do at the time.

And what a ride it turned out to be! Her hips pistoned up and 
down as regular as clockwork and brought me closer to another 
orgasm with every plunge of her hips. Copious amounts of her love 
juices oozed out of her pussy and ran down my shaft, over my 
balls, and gathered on the couch between my ass cheeks.

Soon her movements became faster and more erratic, her moans 
turned into little yelps and I sensed that she was about to come 
-- which was fine by me since I was ready, too. Her hips jerked 
every which way and her little yelps turned into screams, which 
she managed to suppress only partially.

Moments later we both came in shattering orgasms. She threw 
herself against my chest and we both collapsed backwards. Flat on 
my back with her on top of me, we thrashed wildly on the couch 
and enjoyed the waves of pure sexual bliss coursing through our 
bodies until our orgasms subsided and our moans turned into 
whimpers before finally giving way to soundless panting.

We enjoyed the warm afterglow of our orgasms a few moments longer 
before the nurse finally heaved herself up on her arms and knees 
and climbed off me. I was about to get up, too, when the sound of 
clapping hands stopped me cold. I looked at the nurse, but it 
wasn't her -- she stood a few feet away from me, still stark 
naked, and looked at the door with a wide grin on her face.

"Glad you followed my advice," Coach said and laughed, leaning 
nonchalantly against the doorframe. "I was a bit worried that 
you'd miss your exam."

My face went fire-engine red and I thought frantically to come up 
with a plausible explanation until I noticed that the nurse 
wasn't the least bit concerned. Instead, she wrapped her arms 
around Coach's neck and kissed him on the mouth.

I was dumbfounded. "Did you..." I began but decided quickly that 
getting some clothes on was more urgent than asking pointless 
questions.

"Did I hit you on purpose?" Coach voiced my question while I 
scrambled into my briefs. "Yeah. Janet was bored as hell and 
needed a patient."

"Asshole," I murmured under my breath.

"Ah, come on, Jason," Coach laughed. "It was worth it, wasn't it? 
And I didn't hit the ball very hard."

I gave him another angry glance, but the anger was mostly faked. 
It had been worth it. Definitely. "That's okay," I mumbled and 
put my shorts back on. "Just don't do it again."

"I won't," Coach promised. "Unless you miss your follow-up exam."

Follow-up exam? I looked at the nurse and frowned.

"Day after tomorrow," she said and smiled brightly. "We need to 
make sure there's no long-term damage."

"I'll be here," I grinned, then pushed my way past them and 
headed for the shower room.


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