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Date: Tue, 09 Jan 2007 06:09:38 -0800
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Bad time at the doctor's
You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It's
weird being shaven. You haven't felt like this since you
were twelve, and and it's all because of your perverted
husband. He invited a friend over to watch the fight. One
thing led to another... Before long you were sucking Al's
cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty bush.
He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the
lather and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin
till every little curl was history. After you were naked,
he sat and admired you for awhile, his friend still holding
your ankles high and wide as he thrust himself deep down
your throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting in your
smoothness and the new feel of your bald little pubis as he
tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina's
sweetness. He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under
his lips till you screamed into Al's loins. Your kneeling
attacker only took your suck all the harder as your huspand
rose to disrobe. Naked now, his cock wagged erect and mean
looking.
He knelt again to enter you. It slipped into your freshly
shaven pussy and bumped your cervix again and again, slid
in and out your wet tightness till he came. He grunted,
spurting against your womb and bringing your own orgasm as
his ejaculate filled you to overflowing. The cock in your
mouth came as well, streaming salty squirt against your
tongue and thrusting wildly halfway down your throat as its
owner mumbled and whined. His stickiness ran out around
his shaft and dribbled warm down your chin. Your husband
withdrew his now limp shaft, watched affectionately as his
spew trickled from your still spasming pussy to run wet
down the crease of your ass and pool on the sofa's coarse
upholstery.
Now here you sit in the gynecologist's office, wondering if
the ordeal really merits a check-up. But you can't be too
careful, and besides, the kind doctor will have some
comforting words to sooth your still jangled nerves. Is
marital rape still marital, you ponder to yourself, if your
husband's buddy helps?
The nurse comes out to guide you into the examination room.
She's small, Japanese, and her nicely proportioned bottom
sways prettily under her white dress as she leads the way.
You're stripped and into your gown in a moment, she returns
to help you onto the examining table, then helps you place
your feet in the stirrups. You notice that she takes
unusual interest in your shaven condition. You blush a
deep red and half close your thighs to her gaze. She
admonishes you to remain spread and open so that the doctor
can do his thing.
The doctor enters. He too is immediately affected by your
starkly naked crotch, unusual in a man who sees so many
each day... He listens to your story. You pour the entire
tale out, unburden yourself of every detail of the previous
evening's atrocities. The nurse fidgets as your
recollection winds on, the good doctor seems to be
breathing heavy as he snaps on a 'pinky cheater' and gets
down to business.
He squeezes a dollop of K-Y jelly onto two fingers and
probes your genitals for what seems like eons. You begin
to perspire, your eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles, your
nipples beginning to stir with a mind of their own under
the thin coton gown. You look down at last, wondering if
he'll ever finish, and realize with a start that the pretty
nurse is fondling the doctor's hardening cock through his
trousers!
"Never mind, dear," the panting professional coos, "All
part of procedure." To better reach your intimate depths,
he grasps your clitoris with the thumb and forefinger of
his free hand, massages your vibrating little girl-cock
avidly as he thrusts into you all the deeper. You feel
your moisture swell, your sweet sleeve balloons and throbs
round his rhythmic examining.
Not satisfied with the view afforded by your position, he
asks you to turn and raise yourself onto all fours. You
comply, thrust yourself back open and all the more
embarassingly exposed to their view. The nurse releases
her employer's bulging cock and lifts your gown up over
your trembling ass. You look back as he stuffs a
forefinger wet with your juices up your bottom to steady
you, then resumes his probbing of your pitiably juicing
pussy, realize that the nurse is now on her knees, has
released your GYN's steaming penis from his slacks and is
sucking it violently! How very strange, you reflect.
The stimulation is too much. You arch your back, raise
your head and bellow at the chart depicting a cross-section
of someone's inner ear. Your hideously over-stimulated
crotch clenches and distends in your trusted examiner's
incessant tickling. Your anus contracts round his
massaging finger and your juices squirt out the stretched
mouth of your vagina and down your widespread thighs.
Looking down the neck of your gown and between your hanging
titties, you watch as the nurse milks a splendid cum from
your physician's jerking organ. She swallows his squirt
noisily, then replaces his dick before zipping him neatly
up.
The doctor, now sated and a good deal calmer than when he
first caught sight of your hairless pussy, removes the
glove all sopping with your juices, washes his hands in the
basin, assures you that everything seems to be just fine.
He exits and his little helper assists you in getting down
from the table and back into your clothes.
You arrange a future visit at the front desk and walk out
into the sunlight. Your knees are shaking a bit, but you
feel much better for having sought professional advice.
After all, who can a woman trust if not her gynecologist?
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