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Amy's Adolescence (Ff) by Philip Harris
Chapter 3. In the Hands of the Doctor.
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Amy's Adolescence (Ff) by Philip Harris
Chapter 3. In the Hands of the Doctor.
Right after the Thanksgiving holiday Amy had to go see a doctor. Her
mother insisted upon it.
Amy tried to talk with her mother about what she'd been seen doing, but
all she could get from her mother was, "It's alright. What you were doing
is perfectly natural. It's healthy and everybody does it, but you should
be having more success. We've got to have you checked by a doctor right
away because it's very important that a woman be able to have good orgasms.
Being unable to climax could affect your whole life."
How could Amy tell her mother that she was having sex already but that
her boyfriend Jeff was creeped out by her wild responses, and about how she
could have really good orgasms but was simply trying to learn how to have
them discreetly?
"Your mother tells me that this is your first visit for sex therapy?"
the doctor asked.
Great, now my mother is discussing my pussy with strange men, Amy
though. She's probably told him that she's seen me masturbate.
"Your mother also says that you're having trouble achieving sexual
climax?" the doctor continued when Amy didn't answer his first question.
Yep, she told him!
"I cum alright," Amy answered, but from the way he looked at her Amy
could see that he either didn't believe her or hadn't even listened to her
answer.
"Well we'll find out what your problem is and we'll soon have you
enjoying sex as a healthy young woman," he said. As he was saying the last
part a female nurse entered the room. While she'd had the door open people
out in the hallway had probably overheard him too.
"These are called stirrups," the doctor said, "they won't hurt you.
Just put your feet in them and we'll tilt this table back so that you're
comfortable, and then we'll have a look at what's wrong."
Amy wanted to kick the doctor, and she greatly resented the implication
that there was anything wrong about the part of her he wanted to look at,
but this whole business had become embarrassing and intimidating and she
was willing to keep her mouth shut and do whatever she had to do to get
this over with.
She put her legs into the stirrups. Amy was dressed in a hospital gown,
one of those blue, flowered ones that shows most of a person's body and is
thin enough that the rest can be seen through it anyway. The contraption
she was sitting in was more of a reclining chair than a table, and as soon
as her legs were spread into the stirrups the doctor swung the chair back
and lifted her hospital gown all the way up her tummy so that her pussy was
presented to the world.
Well, presented to the doctor and the nurse at least. The doctor's hair
was gray; he was older than her father. Amy never expected to show her
pussy to such an old man until she was gray-haired herself.
Having the nurse look at her made her feel uncomfortable too. She'd
been naked in the girls' shower at her high school, but no girls had ever
given her private parts close scrutiny before. The doctor turned away from
her to put on some rubber gloves, ignoring her as if what he'd seen hadn't
impressed him, but the nurse kept looking directly between Amy's legs in a
way that made her want to squirm. Oh god, what if she gets wet from this?
The doctor's fingers first touched Amy's pussy lips, pulling them aside,
lifting them, tugging on her flesh as he inspected her closely with a
flashlight. No boy had ever touched Amy in the same way. There was no
shyness about the doctor's touch.
She felt as if he were pulling apart a sandwich, inspecting his lunch
before eating it.
He inserted one amazingly thick finger a little way into her pussy, and
then pressed it farther.
"How long ago did you lose your virginity?" he asked.
"A year. Well, about a year ago," was Amy's embarrassed answer.
"With a boy?" the doctor asked.
"Uh, yeah," was Amy's slightly cross reply.
"Do you ever put anything in here?" he asked. His thick finger was deep
inside her now, and probing around as if he were looking for something he'd
lost.
"Sometimes," Amy admitted.
"When did you first start doing that?" the doctor asked. He was now
inserting some kind of plastic spreader into Amy, like she'd seen in
pictures. "This isn't going to hurt," he added as the spreader opened.
"Umm," Amy's hips wiggled. The spreader did hurt a little bit.
"Just a little bit more," the doctor said, and this time the spreader
definitely hurt. She heard a click and knew that he'd locked the spreaders
open inside her.
"That's good," he said. Now he was looking into Amy's pussy with a
small flashlight. "What things do you put inside you?" he asked.
"A hairbrush--just the handle, sometimes." Amy felt almost as if the
spreader was intended as a torture to make her confess her sexual misdeeds.
She immediately tried to block that thought from her mind because the idea
aroused her. "A little shampoo bottle sometimes when I'm in the shower,"
she continued.
"What else?" the doctor persisted.
"I have a dildo that a boy in school gave me," she said, "kind of as a
Valentine's Day joke."
"And you use that?"
"I used to," Amy said.
"But you don't anymore?"
"I'm trying to do it less," Amy said, feeling as if he'd made her
confess a secret.
"Why?"
"I . . . I just thought I should do it less."
"And your fingers?" he asked. Now had his own giant finger inside her,
and part of the flashlight as well. Amy wondered if her pussy would ever
be small again once the spreader was through with it.
"Yes, I usually use my fingers," Amy confessed.
"How often?" he asked.
"Um, a couple of times a week."
"Do you do it every day?" he asked.
Could he see that from something inside her, Amy wondered?
"Sometimes."
He withdrew his finger and his flashlight and stood up to look Amy in
the face, seemingly from between her legs. She noticed for the first time
that the nurse had her hand on one of Amy's thighs. Amy had involuntarily
closed her legs slightly and the nurse was holding them apart.
"How often do you have sex with boyfriends?" the doctor asked.
"Every couple of days," Amy said. She wanted to ask him to remove the
spreader since he wasn't looking into her anymore.
"And then you masturbate daily, too?"
"Yes."
"Even after you have sex with boys?"
"Yes."
"Do you cum when you have sex with boys?"
"Sometimes," Amy said, but she was lying.
"How do you usually masturbate?"
"I just get in bed and rub my clit."
The doctor looked between Amy's legs. She felt his hands uncovering her
clitoris.
"Do you have climaxes just from that?"
"Yes," Amy said.
"How often?"
"Everytime."
"Does this feel arousing?" Amy almost bucked when the doctor rubbed her
clit. The nurse had to use both hands to keep Amy's legs open.
"Yes!" Amy said.
"But it hurts?" he asked. He was rubbing directly on Amy's clit.
"Yes," Amy quailed.
"But it still feels good?"
"Yes!"
The doctor was looking into Amy's pussy with his flashlight again as he
stimulated her. She felt her vagina's contractions, which must have been
obvious to him.
"Just relax and don't worry about it," he said.
Within moments Amy orgasmed, trying but failing to suppress moans and
cries during her climax. The doctor watched between her legs as she came,
but the nurse watched Amy's face with cat eyes.
The doctor suddenly released the spreader, and the relief Amy felt
almost made her cum again.
"You have perfectly healthy reactions," the doctor told her, "but you
obviously prefer rough sex."
Amy didn't answer. The experience had exhausted and confused her. That
had been the best climax she'd had since before last summer.
"Do you think my nurse is pretty?" the doctor asked. He'd put away the
spreader but left Amy's chair reclined, suggesting that his examination was
not over.
"Uh, she's okay," Amy answered, scared of where the question might lead.
"Do you ever fantasize about sex with other girls?"
"No, never."
"You've never thought about wanting to see another girl's breasts?"
Amy didn't answer him.
"Let me see yours," he said.
Amy reached down and lifted her hospital gown farther, tucking it
beneath her chin.
"This is Stacy," the doctor said, indicating his nurse. "Stacy will you
please see if Amy has responsive breasts?"
Stacy had released Amy's legs. She stepped to Amy's sides and began
massaging Amy's bare breasts. Not touching Amy's nipples yet, she pinched
her fingers around Amy's areolas and pulled them gently upward toward the
ceiling. Putting her face close to Amy's chest she blew gently upon Amy's
left breast. Her painted red lips were half an inch from Amy's left
nipple. Then Stacy's fingertips closed upon both of Amy's nipples and
tugged and twisted them gently.
"You obviously have a health sexual reaction to Stacy," the doctor
commented. "Sometimes boys mature more slowly than girls do. They can be
a bit--awkward--at sex when they're young. You may find your sex life is
richer if you include some experiences with your own gender. There will
always be plenty of boys you can have too."
Oh god, Amy had never told anyone--anyone--that she sometimes fantasized
about girls at school. Usually her fantasies just involved seeing them
having sex, seeing them naked and watching them cum. But she also had
wicked rape fantasies. She often fantasized about being raped by men, but
sometimes, very seldom, she fantasized about "raping" a helpless girl.
"Are you saying that I'm gay?" Amy asked in a worried voice. "Is that
why I can't cum with boys?"
"It's probably just that the boyfriends you've had aren't old enough yet
to quite know what they're doing when it comes to sex. All boys improve,
over time."
"But," Amy queried, indicating Stacy with her eyes.
"Stacy is a trained sex therapist. She knows how to arouse women even
if they aren't lesbians. As you grow up you'll decide what your sexual
preferences are, at least during different points in your life, but while
you're developing you might as well explore everything. No experimenting
you may do will change who you essentially are."
Stacy was blowing on Amy's nipples again, but Amy could swear it felt
like someone was blowing on her clit too.
"Is this what you want to do?" the doctor asked. He took Amy's hand and
placed it between her legs. "It's okay." Amy immediately started fingering
herself.
Stacy was unbuttoning her white nurse's blouse. Her bra was white too,
and very lacy. Her breasts were big and fully developed.
"How many times can you make yourself cum without resting Amy?" the
doctor asked. "Go ahead and show us."
Stacy's breasts sagged from gravity when she took her bra off, but that
only made them prettier. She pressed them against Amy's bare breasts.
They felt so warm and loving! Amy had often wondered what another woman's
breasts feel like. Amy's free hand fingered one of Stacy's nipples while
Stacy kissed Amy full upon the mouth.
Five times. Amy came five times while the doctor watched her. The last
cum was the hardest, but Stacy took Amy over the top when she pressed a
breast into Amy's mouth and whispered, "You can do another."
"You see then, you're perfectly healthy," the doctor told Amy as he took
off his rubber gloves and while Stacy dressed again. "The problem is not
with you, but with your parents' silly notations. And I'm guessing that
your boyfriends have been a bit too timid for you, yes?"
"Yes," Amy agreed emphatically. All of her fears about the doctor were
gone, and she felt tremendous relief at being able to speak frankly with
someone. She told the doctor all about Jeff and why she'd been trying to
cum quietly.
"You're boyfriend's a dud," Stacy offered.
"He's just inexperienced," the doctor corrected. The look on Stacy's
face showed that she disagreed with him about that.
"I think we can do something about those problems, if you're willing,"
the doctor said.
"How?" Stacy asked. Did he mean, have sex with him and Stacy, Amy
wondered.
"Perhaps you should spend some time away from home, at a place that's
better suited to the growth of your present sexual development. We'll talk
with your parents about it. I may have to lie to them a little bit, but
whatever you hear me say to them Amy you must remember that you're a
perfectly healthy, normal, beautiful girl."
Later as Amy returned from changing into her street clothes she walked
up to overheard the doctor speaking with her parents.
"So you see that Amy must receive treatment for her condition while she
is still young. I emphasize again that there's nothing wrong with her,
it's just a matter of development."
"The best thing for Amy would be to spend some time away at a private
clinic set up for treating adolescent sexual difficulties. The Satyr
Retreat for Young Adults is only about 100 miles from here, and offers very
successful four-week programs. If you send Amy there over the Christmas
holiday she won't have to miss much school."
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