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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The characters in the story are entirely fictional.  You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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Corkscrew

Part 1 - Introduction

My name is Thomas Corcoran.  My nickname is Tommy.  I was afraid if word got out, people would start calling me Corkscrew.  I kept it hidden for as long as I could.  My classmates in gym and swimming never found out.  My doctor never knew.  My parents didn't have a clue, until...

It was one of those humid June nights where it's hard to breathe let alone sleep.  The only way I could get comfortable was to sleep buck-naked and try enjoying the minimal breeze that barely moved the hot air through my bedroom.  I don't remember the dream, but it must have been a doozy because I got a major hard on.  Wouldn't you know, that was the morning I slept late and my mom decided to walk into my room without knocking to get me up.  That's when she saw it.  My corkscrew dick.  It looks like it was mangled in some machine, maybe an oversized pencil sharpener or something.  Anyway, it's all twisted, kind of like a corkscrew.  When my hard on goes down, it looks perfectly normal.  That's why no one has ever been the wiser.

I thought everybody's erection looked like mine until one of my classmates brought an x-rated magazine to school, one he'd swiped from his father's collection.  In the magazine, some of them curved up, some curved down and some were as straight as a crowbar.  None of them followed a twisted curve like mine did.  I decided to keep it a secret for as long as I could.  Out of embarrassment.  I was a freak.  Nobody likes being a freak.

My mom cried out, "Thomas!"  
I startled, saw her standing there, and tried to cover myself with a sheet.  
"What happened to you?" she asked.  
Just the kind of supportive thing a guy wants his mom to say about his dick. 
"Nothing, Ma," I replied, hoping the erection would subside.  
"I'll make a doctor's appointment," she said and walked out.  
"Oh great!  Not only does my mom know, but now I'm going to examined by a doctor."

I tried everything I could to convince my mom to cancel the appointment, short of pulling down my pants to show her I was normal.  Maybe that would have done it.  Anyway, she called my regular doctor who referred me to a specialist, Dr. Vidill.  On the selected date, Mom drove me to the doctor's office.  We waited a long time until we were escorted into an examination room.  The doctor showed up soon after and asked what seemed to be the problem.  
"It's his, uh, privates," my mom tried to explain.   
She was embarrassed but the doctor took it in stride.  
"If you'd prefer to wait in the reception...," offered Doc.  
My mom was out of the exam room in a flash.

I undressed completely, at the doctor's request.  I stood next to the exam table as he looked at my penis and moved it from side to side with one gloved finger.  
"Looks just fine to me," he said, "maybe a tad over average in length.  So what is the problem, Thomas?"  
Dr. Vidill had a quirk of rubbing the temple next to his forehead.  He would scrunch up his face, like he had a major headache.  I wasn't sure he was listening to me.
"Nothing when I'm like this.  It only shows up when I get hard," I said.  
"Hmmm, well, I guess you're going to have to have an erection."
"Just like that?  I don't know if I get one just standing here.  I mean, don't you have Playboy magazines or something in the waiting room?"
"No, I don't.  Even though I specialize in genital and reproductive problems, I have a nice clean practice here, young man.  My female patients would be up in arms if I had that kind of reading material."
"Well, I can't just get a hard on from nothing."
I was still standing there, naked, when one of the nurses walked in with a chart for the doctor to look at.  I was so startled that I forgot to cover up.  She got a good look and smiled.  She was very pretty.  Strawberry blonde hair.  Turned up nose.  Freckles.  When the doctor's attention turned from the chart to my penis, he saw that it had grown in size, just slightly, from the nurse's visit.
"Oh, Nurse Lassiter, don't go just yet."  
The nurse closed the door and stood by.  
"I'd like your help in this examination.  If you'd put on a set of gloves," he directed.  
The nurse put the chart down on the desk and put on a pair of gloves she got from a wall dispenser.  They were too large for her hands and went on too easily. 
"Mr. Corcoran, would you please get up on the table.  Now just lay back and relax.  Nurse, would you please perform a visual inspection on Mr. Corcoran's genitals."  
The nurse was some what surprised by the look on her face.  
"You don't usually ask me participate in these kind of examinations," she said.
"I realize the circumstances are a bit unusual, but you're doing it under my supervision," Doc replied.
He rubbed his head again.
She walked up to the exam table and lifted my penis with her thumb and forefinger.  She moved closer to get a good look.  I thought I felt her breath on my dick.  It was no use.  Being touched by an attractive young woman was too much.  My penis grew in length and dimension, taking its extended and twisted shape.  Both the doctor and nurse were shocked at the end result.  The nurse dropped my penis like a hot potato.  It didn't need to be held anyway.  It was standing up on its own.  
"Oh, my," said the nurse.  
"So that's what your mom is concerned about.  I've never seen anything like this, ever.  Tell me, Mr. Corcoran, are you fully functional?" 
 I told him I didn't know what he meant.  
"I mean, can you ejaculate?"  
"Well, yeah, sure," I said.  
I wondered if he was going to ask me to do it in front of the nurse.  I kind of wanted him to ask me.  No, I really wanted him to.  
"Nurse, please take some measurements," the doctor directed.  
The nurse took a small tape measure from the desk and took measurements of the length and width of my erection.  She had to touch me while she took the measurements.  I'm sure I grew during the procedure.  Meanwhile, Doc was writing furiously on my chart.  
"I'd like to take a few photographs, as documentation," Doc said.  He took an instant camera from one of the cabinets and took pictures from every angle, making sure to keep my face out of the shots.  He put his notes and photos in a patient folder that he labeled "Patient C."
"Get dressed and I'll meet with you and your mother up front in my private office," he said and left.  
"I don't think I'm going to be able to get my pants on, in this condition," I said.  "Maybe I can help.  After all, isn't that what nurses are for?  To help patients in distress?"  
She took a tube from a desk drawer and put some goop in her hands.  She rubbed the stuff onto my erection, up and down, following the curves.  The gloves kept sliding around on her hands.  She finally took them off and threw them in the recycling bin.  She put her bare hands around my dick and rubbed around and around.  Her face was flushed and she was breathing faster.  So was I.  My hips bucked up and down on the exam table against her marvelous friction.  She used a variety of fast and slow movements.  I couldn't help myself. 
"Oh, oh, I'm, I'm..." I said as I lifted my hips in rapid thrusts, shooting cum all over my legs, the table, and the nurse's uniform.  
My erection started to dissipate as the nurse cleaned herself up.  
"If you need any help on your next visit, let me know," she said and left. 
I cleaned myself up using the sink and paper towels.  When I left the examination room, I saw my mom and Doc waiting for me in his formal office, the one with the large wood desk and degrees on the walls.
"Mrs. Corcoran, I'd like to study Thomas's condition.  They'll be no charge to you, of course.  In exchange, you'd allow me to publish the results of my research.  Oh, and of course, your identities would be protected.  If I find a way to cure Thomas's condition, that treatment will also be at no charge."
Doc massaged his headache but his pained expression remained.
"All right, doctor, if you think that's best," said Mom.  
I guess I wasn't to be consulted.
"We'll start with one visit a week, after normal business hours, so I can collect more information.  In the meantime, just go about your business normally.  Call me if anything unusual arises."
The doctor didn't choose his words very well.
"I will need blood samples from you and your husband, whenever you can come in.  I need to be able to do DNA analysis as part of my research."
Mom volunteered to give the sample then.  
"My husband doesn't know about Thomas's condition.  I didn't know how he'd react.  I'll make up some excuse."  
"Better yet, let me call him and tell him we're doing DNA screening for all of our patients, at no charge."
Mom and I left the office, mom shaking her head in dismay.  I remembered the nurse's generous offer and grinned from ear to ear.

Part 2 - Back For More Tests

Amy Kellogg was an inquisitive young lady.  When her mom got remarried to Dr. Anitol Vidill, he went to great lengths to avoid her questions about his medical practice.  A portion of their basement, however, became her stepfather's home office.  On many occasions that did not require patient contact, her step-dad would work from home, logging into his office's computers for any information he required.

After school and late at night, Amy would sneak downstairs and rummage through her stepfather's papers.  She quickly realized that his specialty was the organs between men's and women's legs.  Dr. Vidill's textbooks and journal articles included many pictures of men's penises.  Amy would get strange but pleasurable feelings by looking at them.  Sometimes. Amy would get wet between her legs looking at her step-dad's book and magazine illustrations.  Short ones, long ones, thin ones, thick ones, ones that curved up and ones that curved down.  Such a variety!  She didn't have any boyfriend but was determined to see one, up close and in person, to satisfy her curiosity.

During one of her midnight skulks, she found a set of patient folders on her step-dad's desk.  Most of them were just diagnoses or treatment plans.  One, however, was in an envelope enclosure different from the rest.  Instead of a patient's name, it was marked "Patient C."  Amy opened the envelope and found a set of photos.  She was overwhelmed at the male organ in the pictures.  Given her research, she knew it was slightly bigger than average.  But the shape!  It looked like a screw, with all the necessary twists and turns.    Amy's panties were soon soaked.  
"Boy, this is the penis I'd like to examine.  I wonder who Patient C is?" she thought.
The visible torso seemed to be that of a young man as opposed to someone older.  There was no potbelly or fat around the patient's waist.  And the visible portion of the legs looked to be smaller than a man's.
"I think Patient C is a teenager.  Wouldn't it be great if Patient C and I were classmates?" Amy wished.
Amy decided she had to find out who Patient C really was.  She turned on her step-dad's computer and dialed up his office using a script her step-dad had saved on the desktop.  The login screen presented her the opportunity to specify name and password.  Amy was no computer expert, let alone cracker.  There was no getting past this security.  She shut everything down and went back upstairs to her room.
"Dad's office must have a record of Patient C's real name.  Maybe its time I paid dear dad a visit at work," decided Amy.

Despite the doctor's assurances, I was scared that my secret would come out.  The humiliation would be unbearable.  I knew in advance the nickname they'd give me -- "corkscrew."
The next week, Mom drove me to the doctor's office at closing time.  
"I'll be glad to drop Thomas off when we're done.  Its almost on my way," doc offered.
Mom readily accepted.  She kissed my forehead, a family ritual, and left.
"Come on back.  We'll use the same room as before," doc said.
I took off all my clothes without being asked.  Doc could hardly work on me fully dressed.  I sat on the edge of the examination table, crinkling the paper as I shifted my weight.  Doc came in followed by Nurse Lassiter.
"I thought it would be a good idea to have some help this evening," doc said.
Nurse Lassiter smiled at me.  I wondered if she volunteered or was recruited.  No matter. He was right.  Just the sight of his pretty young assistant had an effect, although not as pronounced as last time.
"Hmm, Thomas seems to be partially conditioned to your presence, nurse," doc said.
The nurse stared at my penis, as if trying to give me an erection by her mind's will. No dice.
Doc's headache returned.  He rubbed at his head.  I think he forgot we were there for a moment.
"I'd hate to ask this, nurse, but perhaps if you showed..." said doc.
Nurse Lassiter was puzzled at Doc's request.
"Showed what?" she asked.
"You know, your bra."
Nurse Lassiter's fingers moved to the front buttons of her uniform, undoing them one at a time.  By the time she got to her waist, her bra was exposed and I was fully erect.
"Excellent.  First, an x-ray," said Doc.
He moved a portable device to the table and positioned it at my groin.  He taped my erection to the cold surface.
"Sorry, this will only take a minute," apologized Doc.
They both stood back as the x-ray machine buzzed once.
Doc removed the tape and pushed the machine aside.
"Now we can take those additional measurements," said doc.
I lay back on the table, per doc's request.  He placed a hollow glass tube around my erection.  The end against my skin was coated with a jelly substance.  The nurse held it tightly against me while the doc filled it with water at skin temperature from a graduated beaker.
"We're measuring volume, Tom," he said.
Doc filled the tube up to the tip of my penis.  Then he made a mark on the outside of the tube at the water's level.
"I've measured how much water it's taken to fill the tube, with and without your erection.  The difference is the volume of your erection," doc explained.
The nurse sat me up slowly and positioned a plastic pail to catch the water from the cylinder.
"Nurse, please dry Thomas off," doc requested.
The nurse took a soft towel and gently dried my dick, cleaning up the residue jelly as best she could.  She seemed to be getting more interested in my erection, and not clinically.
I laid back down, still fully erect, partially from the nurse's caress and partially from the peek-a-boo she played with her open uniform.
The doc took a piece of paper and created a cylinder around my erection.
"Nurse Lassiter measured the circumference of your penis, not of the whole erection," said doc.
Doc tightened the paper cylinder until it was as small as it could be and taped it.
"There's one more thing, Thomas.  I'd like to get a sperm sample.  You'll want some privacy, so we'll wait outside until you're done," Doc said.
He handed me a small metal cup.
"Uh, if its okay with you, can Nurse Lassiter stay, to give me a hand," I said.
Doc looked at the enthusiastic face of his assistant.
"Hmm, its a little unusual.  However, as long as we maintain professional demeanor..." he said.
Nurse Lassiter nodded too vigorously in the affirmative.  Doc left with a look of concern on his face.
I sat up as Nurse Lassiter got some lubricant on her hands.  She spread her fingers, placing them along the contoured curves of my dick.  Her other hand went down to my balls, massaging my sack.  Rather than stroking me, she was pumping my dick up and down.  Her fingers were just under the tip, teasing it.  I looked down at her bra and small breasts.  It wasn't professional, but I reached into her uniform and held her breasts in my hands.  Now the fondling was mutual.  When she looked up, I leaned forward and kissed her.  She pulled back, surprised.  Then she smiled and leaned forward, returning the favor.  Her kiss was open mouth, with a sampling of her tongue as a bonus.
"Get, uh, ready, I'm, uh, gonna cum," I warned her.
She milked me as I shot my cum into the cup.  It was a glorious orgasm.  There was a stray blob of cum on the tip of my penis.  Nurse Lassiter bent down and licked it off.  My dick pulsed at the thought of being sucked for real.
As I got dressed, Nurse Lassiter buttoned up her uniform and then left the room to deliver the specimen to the doctor.
"By the way, my name is Sally," she said over her shoulder.

Part 3 - Exposed

Amy cleared it with her mom, that afternoon she'd take public transportation down to her step-dad's office and surprise him.  Her true intention was to find something that gave the real name of "Patient C" with the unusual penis.  The receptionists greeted her cheerfully.  After all, she was the boss's daughter, even if she was a stepchild.  At Dr. Vidill's next break between patients, he was informed that his daughter had arrived.
"Of course, I'm always happy to see you, Amy, but I have patients with appointments.  I'm afraid I don't have any time to spend with you right now," he apologized.
"That's okay.  Maybe I can just hang around and learn something from the staff," she replied.
Something specific, she thought.
"All right, but only if they're willing and you don't get in their way," he said.
Amy watched the nurses going back and forth between examination rooms and the office laboratory with cups and pans and papers and folders.  She wondered if "Patient C" was there, right then, behind one of those closed doors.  She stood behind one of the office administrators as patient information was entered and updated.
This is what I need, thought Amy.
"So how does this work?" she asked naively.
"We have computer-based records, to keep our information up-to-date.  Paper takes so much room and it's hard to find out what you need to know," said the admin.
"We have the same thing at school.  They keep our schedules and grades on computers," said Amy.
"Just like your school records, our information is entirely private, protected by patient-doctor privilege," said the admin.
"What if you forget a patient's name?" asked Amy.
"The system is very good at searching.  We just enter a part of a patient's name or their street address, almost anything.  The patients that match show up on the screen.  You pick one and up comes their information," the admin answered.
"Wow, that's neat," said Amy.
The admin was working on preparing billing as Amy watched.
"I've started printing out this month's billing.  Would you help me fold and stuff envelopes?" asked the admin.
"Sure, I'd be glad to help," replied Amy.
The admin got up to fetch the invoices from the printer room.  The sound of printing in the next room was evident when the admin opened the door.  To keep noise down in the office, she let it close behind her.
Now's my chance, thought Amy.
She slid up to the keyboard and requested a search on "Patient C."  One matching record was found.  When she scrolled down to the bottom of the screen, there was the name - Thomas Corcoran. 
Tommy Corcoran?  I think I know who he is.  He's one of my classmates at school, thought Amy.
The sound of printing alerted Amy that the admin was coming back.  Amy clicked the main menu button and the screen was back to the way the admin had left it.
Amy worked for about an hour, folding bills and stuffing them into envelopes.
It's worth it, thought Amy, now that I know who Patient C is.

Mom dropped Tommy off for his visit.
"Dr. Vidill isn't back yet from a hospital visit, but we'll make sure Thomas gets home safely," promised Nurse Sally Lassiter.
Mom was glad she didn't have to sit in the waiting room while who knows what was happening to me.  I was glad Mom wasn't in the waiting room given what happened to me on my previous visits.
Nurse Lassiter directed me to the same examination room.
"Home sweet home," I said weakly.
"Why don't you, uh, make yourself comfortable," Nurse Lassiter said.
"Okay, nurse," I replied.
"Sally," she corrected.
'Oh yeah, right, Sally," I said.
I took off all my clothes and sat on the table.  I was no longer embarrassed at being naked in front of Sally, especially after what she did on my last two visits.
"Do you know what the doctor has planned for this evening?  I mean, more measurements or something else?" I asked.
Sally sat at the small desk and opened the envelope file.  The pictures fell out onto the desk as she read the doctor's notes.
"Oh," she said with a smile.
"What, what is it?  What's so funny?" I asked.
My imagination had come up with all sorts of nasty causes for my condition.  Cancer.  Tumors.  Anything fatal.  And Sally the nurse was smiling.
"We should wait until the doctor gets here so he can explain it to you," Sally advised.
"No, I don't want to wait," I demanded.
"Okay, but you'll have to lie back on the examination table," she said.
I didn't know why an explanation required me to lie down but I laid back.  I lifted my head to hear the explanation only to see Nurse Lassiter removing her uniform.  She stood there in her bra and panties, shoes and nurse's cap.
She approached the table and toyed with my growing erection.
"You know, you have a mighty impressive tool there, young man.  Has it seen any real action?  Besides from your hand, I mean," Amy asked.
"If you mean having sex, no," I paused, "Not yet."
"Well then, maybe its time.  Do you know how to get a woman ready?" she said.
Before I could answer, she had dropped her panties and was climbing up on the exam table, with her rear to my face and her head hovering above my dick.
I had seen pictures of men and women in this position, men using their tongues to excite their partners.  I was up for anything, and I do mean up.  My dick felt as big as it had ever been.  I was wrong.  Sally's lips on the head of my dick made it grow even bigger.  She squatted so her cunt was close to my face.  I stuck out my tongue and thrust it forward.
"Oh, not so direct, Thomas.  Play with it," she said.
Okay, so I moved my tongue around, dabbing and darting and teasing her pussy.  I must have hit a particularly sensitive spot because she cried out and squeezed my dick in her mouth.  I went back to that place, over and over, as Sally took me deeper and deeper into her throat.  She pulled her head back and did a 180 on the table.  Her moist cunt was poised over my dick.
"We're going to take this very slowly.  I've never had anyone as big as you, even without all of those twists," she said.  
She placed just the head of my erection into the outer folds of her cunt.  Even that elicited a grunt.  She lowered herself just a bit and I was firmly planted.  The trick would be to see how the curve of my dick would affect entry.
The door opened and in walked Dr. Vidill with a video camera.
"Oh, you started without me.  And I did want to have a video record of the entire procedure.  No names now, I'm filming," he said.
He raised the camera and began filming, keeping our faces out of the frame.
"We've only just had penetration.  You only missed the foreplay, which was very nice," Sally said.
"Good.  Well, just keep on doing what you were doing.  Pretend I'm not here," Doc said.
Sally dropped down a bit more, twisting her body to line up with the next inch of my dick.
"No, no, keep yourself straight," said Doc.
If he was going to coach or do play-by-play, it was going to be very difficult to ignore him.
Sally straightened out and tried to take another inch or so.  The curve was stretching her opening and she didn't seem too comfortable.
"It's like fucking a tree truck.  It's pushing me inside in all different directions.  I don't know how much more of it I can take," she said.
"Well, do the best you can.  The more you can take, the more effective the treatment," said Doc.
Wait a minute!  Fucking is my treatment?
"Maybe if I work it, it will come more naturally," Sally said.
"You're in the driver's seat," said Doc.
Sally started to hump against the portion of my dick that was in her.  I was feeling the same thing, areas of friction of my dick against the walls of her cunt.  She started slowly but picked up the pace.  On each down thrust, she consciously tried to take me in a little deeper.  I didn't push up into her, letting her decide the depth, although everything in my mind and body told me to raise my hips and let her have it all.
Sally was grunting and puffing.  Without warning she pulled her bra up over her head, exposing those pretty little breasts.  They wiggled on her chest with her fucking movements.  I was most of the way in now, and my strokes were long and deep.  On her next downward movement, I couldn't hold back any more. I raised my hips and gave her the full length.  A silent "Oh" formed on her lips but she kept on humping, taking me almost all the way out and all the way in.  I couldn't hold back any more.
"Uh, Doc, do you, uh, want me, uh, to cum in, uh, her?" I said.
I don't know why I was asking him and not Sally.
"Its okay, I'm on the pill," she said and kept on pumping.
I grabbed Sally's waist and slowed her pace, trying to feel the friction.  With a couple of more thrusts, I lifted my hips and came, over and over.  I was wasted, exhausted, and very satisfied.
Sally laid down against my sweaty chest with me still in her.  Our faces were close together, and she gave me a kiss.
Doc turned off the camera.
"Hey, cut that out.  There will be no romantics in Thomas's therapy," said Doc.
I had almost forgotten he was there.
"Nurse Lassiter must have read my notes and decided to get started right away," said Doc.
"He insisted, and the patient is always right, right?" she said.
Doc nodded, interrupted momentarily by his ever-present headache.
"Doc, please tell me what's going on.  Is sex really my therapy?  Did you find out what's wrong with me?" I asked.
"Yes, Thomas, It is and I did.  The x-ray told me what I needed to know.  Evidently at birth or shortly thereafter, you suffered lesions within your penis. Oh yes, I should explain what a lesion is.  A lesion is a place where two pieces of skin are stuck together.  Lesions are a rare occurrence singularly in the male sex organ.  You, Thomas, have a series of them, in a distinct pattern.  That pattern prevents the blood that engorges your penis in preparation for sex from filling the entire cavity.  The blood that can get through fills the open portions.  This gives your erection its own unique shape.  That is also why your penis looks perfectly normal in the relaxed state.  Is this making sense to you?" Doc said.
"Sure, I guess so," I replied.
"Good.  Now, there is procedural therapy and surgical remedy.  I don't think you want us cutting your penis open."
If my dick hadn't deflated by now, it shrunk at the mention.
"I didn't think so.  The procedural therapy consists of frequent erections and stimulation, allowing the pressure of the blood to eventually open the lesions.  This will give your penis full blood flow and a straight erection.  Eventually," Doc said.
"How long is eventually?"
"I really can't say.  It depends on how frequently you get an erection and either have sex or masturbate.  The motion must be in a straight line, however.  It will do you no good for your partner or your hand to follow the curve of your erection.  You must try to keep your erection in a straight line in either activity."
"So you're telling me to jag off, straight, every day."
"Twice if you have the stamina.  Straight up and down, even if it hurts.  And it might."
"And sex?"
"I'm not telling you to go around, having sex with young women indiscriminately.  I had the impression from our last session that Nurse Lassiter might be a willing partner.  Your activity when I arrived showed that to be true.  We will keep up our weekly visits, so I can measure and x-ray your penis to track your progress.  If Nurse Lassiter is willing, our sessions can include therapeutic intercourse.  But you have the primary responsibility to do your homework.  Understand?"
"Yes sir."
Masturbation and sex as therapy?  This was better than winning the lottery.

Part 4 - Extra Credit

I was walking through the hall, heading for the cafeteria for lunch, when I heard my name called out.  I stopped and turned around.  There was a small girl with dark straight hair down to her shoulders carrying a stack of books that seemed large due to her size.
"Hi, you're Tommy Corcoran, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeah, that's right.  Do I know you?" I replied.
"I guess you haven't noticed me.  We have biology together.  My name is Amy, Amy Kellogg," she said.
"Okay, well, hi Amy.  What's up?"
"It's just that like I haven't been keeping up with our work in biology and I was hoping you'd like help me," she said.
Me, a tutor?  I wasn't doing that well.  Say, maybe if I'm forced to explain stuff to someone else, I'll understand it better myself.
"Okay, sure, I guess so," I said.
"Great!  Are you free after 9th period today?  I'm on the acrobatics team and I have a key to the small gym.  We can study there and not be disturbed."
That sounded like a terrible place to study but I had no alternative to offer.
"Okay, I'll meet you at the small gym after 9th."

The day passed no quicker than normal and I almost forgot my appointment.  Taking my biology book from my locker for our homework assignment reminded me of my appointment with Amy.  I walked to the second floor small gym and tried the door.  It was open so I went in.  Amy was already there, working on some kind of tumbling routine.  She was dressed in a tight leotard with large perspiration stains.  She stopped and got a towel when she saw me.
"Hi Tommy.  I was just practicing my new routine.  I guess I got all worked up."
When I got closer, I realized Amy wasn't wearing any underwear under her leotard.  Her small pointed nipples were clearly visible and the leotard hugged the curve and crease of her pussy.  I felt like I was on Candid Camera, and someone was filming from the bleachers.  I looked around to see if anybody else was there.
"What are you looking for, Tommy?  It's just the two of us.   We're all alone together."
She made it sound sinful, not academic.
"Come and sit down and I'll tell you what I'm having trouble with."
I took a seat across from her on a gym mat.  She was sitting Indian style.  The leotard was pulling even tighter at her crotch.  I saw there were snaps that closed the leotard there, straining to keep her covered.  I felt an erection forming in my pants.  My books were a perfect camouflage.
"You see, Tommy, this is the chapter I'm having trouble with.  This one about male and female genitalia."
The chapter she had turned to was unfamiliar to me.  Had we even covered this material in class?  I doubted it.  What was with this girl, anyway?
"I just can't get a grip on the male sex organ.  I'm sure you can help me with that.  You're special."
"And just what do you mean by that?"
"I know you're special because I saw pictures of you.  From my dad.  He's Dr. Anitol Vidill," Amy finally explained.
Keep my identity secret, like hell he did.  His daughter knows, for Christ sake!
Amy leaned forward and pushed the books off my lap.  She was on her knees.  One hand held her up while the second caressed my dick through my pants.
"I think your male organ is wonderful," she said.
Wonderful?  Not hideous or gross or disfigured?
"Its my dick.  Call it my dick," I said.
"Can I see your dick?  I just want to look at it.  It will make things clearer.  For biology class."
Let her maintain her fantasy, I know what she really wants.
I looked around and we were still alone.  I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly.  I wiggled around to get my pumped up dick out of my pants.
"Oh, its beautiful.  And so big.  Can I touch it, please, just to see how it feels?"
"Sure, go ahead, but just touching."
I knew she wouldn't be able to stop there.  I wasn't fooled.
Her small smooth hand slid over the surface and curves.  It felt marvelous.  It was growing and throbbing in her hand.
"Oh, it feels alive."
She kept inching forward, trying to get a better look at it.  Soon her face was just inches away from it.  A drop of precum had accumulated at the tip.
"What's that?"
"That's the stuff that lubricates my dick.  Rub it around the tip."
Amy did as I asked and the throbbing continued.  But, hey, this was therapy, right?  And who better to administer it than the doctor's daughter.
"Your dad said I have to masturbate or have sex every day.  Would you like to help me with my therapy, Amy?"
"Me?  Help with your therapy?  Sure.  But I'm not ready for sex.  Can I help masturbate you?"
Amy had read all about male masturbation in her father's journals.  She even knew some of the techniques by heart.
"Okay, you can help me masturbate, but you have to do it straight, not along the shape of my dick.  Can you do that?"
"I'll try, if that's what you need."
"Its a little dry.  Can you use your saliva to moisten it?  Just put it in your mouth and lick it."
Amy knew more than I thought and started giving me a blowjob that rivaled the one I got from Sally.  Amy had a smaller mouth and couldn't take much in, but it was quality, not quantity.  I almost had to pull her face off my lap.
"Okay, Amy, now stroke my dick, straight up and down.  Don't be afraid to pull hard."
Amy was dutiful and followed my directions.  I laid down on the mat while Amy stroked me, up and down, building me towards an orgasm.  Her straight strokes were both titillating and painful at the same time.  I'm not sure I could have followed the doctor's directions as well as she was.  It didn't take long and I was just about ready.
"Do you want to taste my cum?" I asked.
Her answer was to replace her mouth on the head of my dick and suck with all her might.  That was enough to put me over.  Her vacuum took it all in, although she almost choked as it filled her mouth.  One big swallow and a couple of licks to clean me up.  Our tutoring session was through.
"Can you tutor me again sometime?  There are more things I need help with.  And I can help you with your therapy," she said.
Amy seemed to have had a good time even though I never laid a finger on her.  That could wait until our next tutoring session.
"Yes, Amy, I'd like that."
I tucked myself in and zipped up.  We left the small gym and Amy locked up.  
Neither of us saw the shadow that had been watching our activities since our arrival.

Part 5 - Practice

It was now a routine.  Mom didn't even enter the building.  She just dropped me off at the front door and skedaddled home.
"Good evening, Thomas.  We're ready for you," said Nurse Sally Lassiter.
As I got undressed, the Doc and Sally entered the room.  The pretense was gone.  We all knew that I'd be fucking Sally again tonight, as part of my therapy.
"Have you been doing your homework, Thomas?" asked Dr. Vidill.
"Yeah, Doc, every day, just like you said.  Sometimes twice a day.  Straight up and down," I said.
"All masturbation, no intercourse I assume?" said Doc.
"Right," I said.
"Well, I can see some chafing on your penis.  We want you to be firm but not so rough as to rip the skin off, okay?  I'll give you some cream to lubricate it," said Doc.
I nodded in agreement.  
I noticed Sally was still dressed.  I was still flaccid.
"Before we start your therapy, we're going to retake your measurements and an x-ray.  I want to see if you've made any measurable progress," said Doc.
I have with your stepdaughter, I thought.
"Oh, but you haven't got an erection yet.  Nurse, could you care for that, please," asked Doc.
"With pleasure," Nurse Lassiter said.
Nurse Lassiter removed her uniform.  Tonight she had skipped her underwear altogether and proudly stood nude before us.  I wondered if the Doc was as effected as I was.  The next time he looked, I was stiff as a board.
"From the looks of things, I think there's been some improvement but for the study we must be quantitative," Doc said.
Doc retook the length, width and cylindrical measurements.  Sally gave me a feelie just before the x-ray, to make sure I was hard for it.
"I'll go check these while you two proceed.  I'd like for you to enter Nurse Lassiter from the rear. Less chance of her turning, you see.  Straight in, straight out.  Oh, and Nurse, try clenching your vagina muscles.  I'd like Thomas to have some resistance against his penis," said Doc.
He concentrated on rubbing his temple again.  I wondered why he didn't prescribe himself some Tylenol if it was that bad.
With our marching orders, Doc left the room to crunch the numbers.  Alone, Sally sat next to me.
"I'll need to get ready, especially if Doctor Vidill wants me to resist your penetration.  Why don't you start with my breasts this time?" she said.
I stood up between her spread legs.  I used my tongue and a little teeth to get her nipples all perked up.  My mouth traveled down her stomach until I was running it, bottom to top, along her slit.  She spread her legs even further and leaned back on her arms to give me easy access.  I made sure to end each lick with a flick of my tongue against her clitoris.  She was wiggling and wet.
"Ready?" I asked.
She answered by getting up on all fours. I got behind her and put my dick into the outer folds of her pussy.  I was about to push in when she clamped her muscles tight around my erection.  I couldn't move in or out.  Her cunt muscles were very strong.  I pushed hard, feeling the blood pulse in my dick as I tried to get deeper into her.  Even she couldn't sustain the pressure forever.  When she relaxed for a moment, I slid in as far as I could go, straight as an arrow.  Again she squeezed, and again I was stuck, but much further in.  Also, her squeezing was getting her very wet, and I was able to slide with the reduced friction.
'Oh, the hell with it," she said.
I fell forward, burying myself all the way into her cunt.
I reached around and held on to her tits while I leaned forward and back, keeping my dick as straight as I could.
I thought I felt Sally's cunt muscles ripple with an orgasm.  Either that of she was trying to tighten her muscles again but was too weak.  I wasn't too far behind, getting my release.
"I don't know what I'm going to do for a sex life when you're cured," Sally said with a smile.
Sally gathered up her things and went to clean up.  Doc returned as I was washing myself off.
"Good news, Thomas.  There has been measurable improvement.  Some of the lesions have gotten smaller.  That is, the tissues have begun to separate.  When they all do, fully, you'll have a normal looking erection."
"Great doc, thanks."
"I suspect that intercourse is more effective therapy than masturbation.  However, I can't be sending you around town with instructions to fuck women you meet."
"Of course, I understand."
Doc faded away again, pushing against his temple so hard I thought he's make a new hole in his head.
"However, if the opportunity arises, and you can do it with protection..."
"Say no more, Doc."
I'd get better faster if I was fucking instead of taking things in my own hands.  Well, than maybe I should be looking out for those kinds of opportunities, I told myself.  Myself was pleased at the thought.

Part 6 - The Bet

I stopped at Large Pharmacy on the way home from school.  If things progressed with Amy, I'd be fucking the doctor's daughter at our next tutoring session.  There was a young woman at the register.  Wouldn't you know it; the condoms were behind the register.  I'd have to ask her for them.  I expected some shit and got it.
"Can I please have a package of condoms?" I said.
"For your big brother, huh?  What brand and size?" she replied.
"They're for me.  Any brand, size large."
"Yeah, right."
She handed me Maximillions, in size large, as I had requested.
"I haven't seen you here before," I said.
"My dad owns the store.  I'm just working here to earn some money while I'm on break from college."
"Oh, a college girl.  How much are they?"
She told me and I paid her.  She gave me some change and more lip.
'Come back when your dad uses those up."
"I told you, they're for me."
"Well, I don't believe you."
"Want to bet?"
She was silent.  I had called her bluff.  Was she going to back down now?  Not a chance.
"Okay, little man.  The store closes at 9:30.  If your parents will let you out that late, come back here and we'll see who's large and who isn't."
Her pun was quick.  This girl had brains.  I hoped to see her body.

I gave my folks some story about how I needed to go to a friend's house to finish some homework I had forgotten for school the next day.  They were pissed I had waited so long but let me go because they didn't want me to miss an assignment.
I showed up at Large's right on time.  I don't think I was expected, given her reaction when I walked in.  It was too late for her now.  She came around the counter and locked the door.  We went into the back room and she turned off the lights in the store.  
"So, how do you want to do this?" she asked.
"Well, you said I wasn't large, Ms. Large.  If I'm not, you win the bet.  If I am, then I win," I replied.
"Its Irene, little man.  How can we tell if you're large?" she asked with a half smile.
She knew precisely how we'd know.
'My name is Tommy.  Get four boxes of condoms, one each of small, medium, large and extra large."
"In your dreams."
"See, there you go again.  I'll try them on, and you can be the judge."
"Sounds fair."
Irene went into the darkened store and got the four boxes.  I was going to enjoy the next part.
"Okay, so now you've got to help me get hard," I said.
"Hey, that wasn't part of the bet."
"A condom is useless if the guy doesn't have an erection, right?  And I didn't see any adult magazines on your shelves out there.  You'll have to do it for me."
"Well, you've got a point about the erection.  Is this enough?" she asked.
She pulled her t-shirt over her head.  Her breasts were large, in a plain white bra.
"That's good for a start.  How about the bra?"
"No way, Jose.  You've still got all of your clothes on.  This is a bet, not a strip show."
"You're right."
First I kicked off my shoes.  Then I unbuckled my pants and pulled them off.  A bulge was obvious in my jockey shorts.  Irene looked at my underpants and then at my face and then at my underpants.  
"How about your pants?" I asked.
Sill staring, Irene unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off.  Her legs were shapely and her childlike white panties made me get even harder.
"I'm going to take it out now," I announced, dropping my jockey shorts.
Irene audibly gasped at the sight of my erection.
'Oh my.  It is large.  But why is it that shape?"
"To please women," I said.  "Try the small condom.  For our bet."
"No way that's going to fit.  I'll try one of the large ones," she said.  She opened the package and unsealed one from its aluminum envelope.  She walked up and kneeled down in front of me.  The touch of her hands, putting on the condom, was quite exciting.  My dick throbbed and bobbed as she tried to slide it the length of my erection.
"I can't believe it.  Even the large is too small."
"Better get an extra large," I directed.
When she stood up, I saw a spot of moisture on her panties.  Irene was getting just as hot as I was.  If I handled it right, I was about to receive some first class Grade A therapy.
I removed the large condom so my dick was bare when Irene came back.  This time, the fit was just right.
"There, see, I told you so."
"Oh no, our bet was that you were large.  You're not. You're extra large."
"All right, what if we call it a draw.  We both won.  Now how do we pay each other off?" I asked.
"Well, seeing as how you're all dressed up, maybe I should provide you someplace to go."  
With that, she slid her panties with the wet spot down her legs.  She found a stack of cartons to sit on, at the edge.  She spread her legs and aimed her pussy up.  I approached her and positioned at her outer lips.
"I have to go straight in and out.  Doctor's orders," I said.
"Just do it already.  I'm so horny I could burst."
I put my hands on her shoulders for steadying and pushed in, just past the opening.  She moaned.  I withdrew a bit and went for a deeper thrust.  She continued moaning, which was quite a turn on.  Sally the nurse was almost silent in our encounter.
"Deeper, deeper, give it to me.  All of it."
I figured Irene must have been a cheerleader when she was younger, with all the encouragement she was providing.  I kept it up, thrusting deeper and deeper until she had taken my full length.  With great enthusiasm and steady aim, I began my pistoning assault of her cunt.  She kept shouting and I kept pumping.  I came in the condom but Irene wasn't done yet.  Being a gentleman, I kept on going until she announced she had reached orgasm.
"That was, well, there are no words," she said.
"Likewise.  So, Ms. Large likes them extra large, hmm?" I teased.
"Larger than life, except in your case.  You know, you could spoil me for other men with a prick like that."
I put my clothes back on.
"Here, take the rest of this pack of extra large.  Don't bother returning the larges.  Just pass them along to one of your small buddies."
"Thanks.  Say, how long are you in town?"
"Long enough to want to do this again. "
I promised she'd get her wish.  I headed home, eager to announce one intercourse to the Doc on my next visit.

Part 7 - Caught In The Act

Amy came up to me after Biology the next day.
"Do you have time for a tutoring session today, Tommy?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure, I'd like that," I said.
"Okay, same time, same place."

When I got to the small gym after 9th period, Amy was there, practicing some gymnastics on the uneven bars.  She was talented and graceful, putting on an entertaining show.
"Bravo!" I said as she completed her dismount.
She walked over to me in her tight leotard, wiping her perspiration from her face with a towel.
"Hi Tommy. Did you really like it?"
"Yes, I did, very much.  You're really good."
"I wish I was as good in Biology.  Come sit down and help me with this part," she said.
I sat across from her.  The Biology book was in her lap facing me.
"See this chapter, the one on women's genitals?  I can't seem to find my clitoris," she said.  She moved the book to one side.  She had sneaked her hand under the book and popped the snaps that held her leotard together.  Amy's young pussy was directly in front of me.
"Its my turn first today, okay?" she said.
I said nothing but moved my face to her crotch, lying prone on the mat.  I touched her pussy with my fingers, moving the sparse hair to each side.  Then I took her buttocks, one in each hand, and raised her pussy up until it was in front of my face.  I used my tongue to stimulate her, as I had done with Sally.  Amy was much more sensitive, and was bucking up and down.  Finally, to keep her still, I planted my mouth over her cunt and thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt. 
"Oh, you're tongue fucking me. Oh, it feels so, oh, oh my." 
Amy was really enjoying my efforts.  In the meantime, my dick had grown to its full size, cramped inside my pants.  It was painful, especially since I was lying on my stomach.  I increased the tempo of my thrusts, and added some clit sucking every once in a while.
"Oh my, oh my, I think, yes, oh, yes, here it, oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming."
Amy relaxed like a limp noodle.  I could barely get my hands out from under her ass.  I unzipped my pants and freed my erection to end the pain.  I was about to ask Amy to do her part and get me off when I heard the door open behind me.  I looked back.  It was Ms. Murphy, the acrobatics teacher.  I pulled my jacket over my lap to cover my erection.
"What do we have here?  Ms. Kellogg, I think you'd better get yourself together.  We'll have a chat tomorrow.  For now, run along home.  I need to have some words with Mr. Corcoran."
Amy took her things toward the locker room, leotard flaps still hanging loose between her legs.  I hoped to sample her charms, for real, one day.  But not today.
"Mr. Corcoran, do you know school policy?  It explicitly states that fornication on school grounds is punishable by suspension."
"But we weren't having sex.  At least, not intercourse."
"I suppose you're going to tell me some nonsense about helping Ms. Kellogg with her Biology, aren't you?"
"Would you believe me if I told you that?"
"Of course not.  How preposterous!"
"Actually, she was helping me.  You see, I'm under Dr. Vidill's care, for the treatment of a very unusual condition."
"And what, pray tell, is your affliction?  Teenage male hot pants?"
"No, but I'm afraid I can't tell you."
"A likely story.  If you're telling me the truth, I insist you tell me."
"It would be easier to show you."
With that, I removed my jacket from my lap.  Ms. Murphy looked down and saw my crooked cock.
"Oh my!  You're seeing Dr. Vidill for that?"
"Yes, I am.  And he has prescribed that I masturbate, or have intercourse, daily.  As therapy, of course.  Its the only way I'll become normal."
Ms. Murphy no longer made eye contact with me as she focused on my erection.  For grins, I squeezed and my penis jerked in my lap.  Ms. Murphy was startled.
"You weren't going to have intercourse with that young lady, were you?"
"Oh no.  It's just that my condition is a secret but Ms. Kellogg, Amy, found out.  She was just trying to get me excited, so I could go off to the bathroom and jerk off."
"Seems like such a waste..." Ms. Murphy muttered.
"Excuse me, what would be a waste?"
"Well, Mr. Corcoran, there are women who haven't had a sexual release recently who might take advantage of your doctor's prescription."
"There are?  Like who, Ms. Murphy?"
I knew who, I just wanted her to admit it.
"Come with me, young man," she said.
I followed her to her office, from where she had been secretly watching us.  She never did take her eyes off my erection, which stuck out of my pants as I walked.
She sat at the edge of her desk, and then slid up on it, knocking various papers and stuff the other side.  She didn't react.  Instead, she slowly slid her skirt up.  Her legs were thick.  Her silk stockings only went up to her knees.  Soon her dress was around her waist, and she was trying to work her large panties from her full hips.  I reached to help her, which put my erection in a direct line with her hairy pussy.  She grabbed my hips and tried to pull me forward, straight into her cunt.  I balked, pausing to put on a condom.  Doc had told me to be careful, so I was.  Entry was very easy.  Ms. Murphy had a lot of experience.  She tried to put her legs around me but it was no use.  So she lay there, flailing her legs as I punished her cunt with thrust after thrust.  I had no regard for her pleasure, although she was certainly getting some, based on the gurgling sounds she was making. 
Her cries of "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh" followed by a sigh told me she was finished.  But I wasn't.  I kept it up for a few more minutes as Ms. Murphy lied there like a stuffed animal.  Well, I certainly had stuffed her.
"That will be all for today," she said in as professional a manner as she could muster.
I didn't expect Amy and I would have a watcher during our next tutoring session.  I did worry that Ms. Murphy couldn't be trusted with my secret.

8 - Two Peas In A Pod

I stopped in at the local ice cream shop for a soda.  I thought it might replenish some of the fluids I'd been losing lately.  A young woman approached my booth and asked to sit down.  She was Hispanic with olive skin.  I almost recognized her before she introduced herself.
"Hi, Tommy?  My name is Ramona Vargas.  I'm Ms. Vargas the librarian."
"Oh, sure, I know you.  You look different, not surrounded by books," I said.
Lame response.
"We have a mutual friend, I believe.  Ms. Murphy, a teacher at your school?"
Oh great.  Ms. Murphy the blabbermouth.  I knew this would happen.
"What did she tell you?"
"She said you are a patient of Dr. Vidill's.  So am I."
"Oh really.  Why don't you tell me about it."
I love hearing about women with dysfunctional sex organs.
"I'm engaged to be married to wonderful man.  His name is Mark.  Anyway, with the wedding coming up, Mark convinced me we'd eliminate the wedding night awkwardness if we had sex before the wedding.  There didn't seem to be any point in waiting, with the wedding only about two months away.  Anyway, our first sex was terribly painful for me.  It was like he was splitting me in half.  I had to push him off me.  He didn't understand."
I was going to apologize for my question but didn't. After all, we were already deep into her sex life.
"Tell me, just how big is Mark, comparatively?"
"I can't really say.  Mark was my first.  I don't have anyone to compare him to.  How is seven inches?"
"That's a little larger than average.  And this was your first time?"
She nodded yes.  Maybe this was just the case of a tough hymen.
"Anyway, I went to see Dr. Vidill a couple of weeks ago.  He has such a great reputation for getting results.  He told me I had lesions, you know, joined tissue, inside my vagina.  That's why sex was so painful with Mark.  He put me on a treatment plan."
Hmm, just after I went to see him.  And he said lesions were an uncommon phenomenon.  I smelled something fishy.
"When Marina, uh, Ms. Murphy found out you were also a patient of Dr. Vidill, she thought we might want to talk.  To share experiences."
I thought I knew the answer to the next question but asked it anyway.
"So, what kind of treatments is Doc having you do?"
"Its a little embarrassing.  He has me using pretend penises."
"You mean dildos?"
"Yes, and vibrators.  He gave me a set.  I've been working my way up in size over the last two weeks."
"Is that all?"
"Well, we're being completely candid here, correct?  My treatments have also included sexual intercourse with Dr. Vidill."
I knew it.
"Sounds familiar."
"Why?  What is Dr. Vidill treating you for?"
"I went to the doc about a week before you did.  I have lesions inside my penis that cause it to be crooked when I get an erection.  He prescribed masturbation and sexual intercourse.  He even got me started, with one of his nurses.  So, is your treatment working?"
"That's why I wanted to talk with you.  You see, the wedding is in about six weeks.  Dr. Vidill told me not to have sex with Mark until after we're married.  He said another painful experience could ruin our sex lives, maybe even our marriage.  I love Mark so much.  I'm worried I won't be ready. Dr. Vidill has a nice cock, but not as big as Mark's.  I can't tell from the dildos and vibrators if I'll be ready for Mark or not."
"I understand.  Doc says my progress is better with sex than with masturbation."
"Maybe we can help each other out.  I want to try to have sex with someone whose cock is bigger than Dr. Vidill's, to see if I'm ready for my wedding night.  Besides, it's not the same with those plastic toys.  They just don't get me off."
Her language was getting me excited.
"Tommy, I'm horny as hell.  Marina said you were in therapy, and that having intercourse is helping you get better.  Would you be willing, you know?"
I was flabbergasted.  This voluptuous woman wanted to have sex with me?  I almost couldn't get an answer out.
"Uh, sure, I'd be happy to help you out.  We can just think of ourselves as a support group for Dr. Vidill's patients."
She smiled and my heart melted.  She handed me a card on which she wrote her address.
"Why don't you come over to my place this evening.  Mark is out of town.  We won't be disturbed."

Another lie about homework at a friend's got me out of the house.  Ms. Vargas lived in a low-rise apartment building not too far from the center of town.  She answered the door in a plain blouse and skirt.  It was conservative but showed her body off better than her librarian outfits.  For the first time, I noticed her tits.  They were tremendous.  Even bigger than Irene Large, the drug store woman.
'Hi, Tommy, come on in.  Let me take your jacket.  Make yourself at home."
I entered the living room, filled with beautiful furniture.  The design was Mexican or Spanish, I couldn't tell which.  There was pottery and paintings and sculpture.  Ms. Vargas's apartment was like a small museum.
I sat on the couch.
"Can I get you something?  A drink?"
"No thanks, I just had dinner."
Ms. Vargas joined me on the couch, at a distance.  We didn't know where to begin.
"So, is it painful?  I mean, those lesions in your penis, when you get an erection?"
"No, it doesn't hurt.  It just makes my dick look all twisted.  I was able to keep it a secret all these years until a few weeks ago when my Mom walked in and found me naked with a hard on."
"Would you please show it to me?  I promise I won't laugh."
No, mam, you won't laugh.  Maybe you'll be shouting in pleasure.
"Okay, but fair is fair.  Won't you take something off too?  Besides, that will help me get an erection."
Ramona unbuttoned her blouse as I took down my pants.  Her bra was bulky, I guessed to be able to hold those big tits in.  She looked at my jockey shorts and saw my reaction to her disrobing.
"So, are you a little bit bigger than average?  Marina didn't say."
"Maybe she wanted it to be a surprise," I said.
I pulled off my jockey shorts.
"Oh my.  It's huge.  No wonder Marina didn't tell me.  I've made a terrible mistake.  This is all wrong.  You should go now."
She started to put her blouse back on.
"Marina didn't tell you how big it was.  She probably didn't tell you we had intercourse."
"You mean she took all of that?"
"Yes, and she seemed to enjoy it.  Before you make me leave, call Marina and ask her."
"All right, I will."
Ramona turned her back to me and dialed up her friend.  I only heard one side of the conversation.
"Hi, Marina, its me, Ramona.  Fine.  Listen, Tommy is here with me.  Yes, he did.  Oh yes, but I'm having second thoughts.  It's his size.  Tommy says you experienced it.  All of it.  Is that true?  But how...?  Well, if you're sure.  Thanks.  Bye."
"Marina confirmed what you told me. And, yes, she did like it.  A lot.  She says she stretched to fit you.  And she says that's what I need, to be stretched.  That's what the plastic penises have been doing."
Ramona was beginning to perspire.  Beads of sweat ran down the deep valley between her breasts.  With not another word, she removed her blouse, reached behind her and unhooked the bra.  It lay on her heavy bosom until she removed it.  Her breasts had large caps and flat nipples.  They reminded me of two torpedoes.  I had my own missile, ready for action.  I removed my shirt while Ramona stood and let her skirt fall to the ground.  The leopard panties matched her dark skin.  Dark hair struggled to escape from both sides of her panty crotch.  She dropped her panties to the floor and fluffed her pubic hair, like she was scratching an itch.  Then she pulled her hair back from her shoulders.  Raising her arms, her breasts thrust forward, begging for attention.  I was on them in a flash, rubbing them and kissing them.  Ramona's hands rubbed my head and then shoulders.  Soon her hands were behind me, feeling my ass.  The head of my dick rubbed her navel.
Ramona took a step back and led me to her bedroom.  There, on the table, were the assorted dildos and vibrators.  She lay back on her bed, legs apart, breasts heaving at the thought of my penetration.  I wouldn't make her wait long.  But I was determined not to cause her any pain either.  I went to give her cunt a tongue-lashing.  I moved my face forward towards her crotch but she grabbed the hair on my head and lifted it up.
"Oh, Thomas, don't go down there with your tongue.  That's gross.  Why are you doing that?"
"I want to make sure you're wet enough.  There must be some foreplay.  A dry hump can be painful."
"Mark and I did not do any foreplay.  He just put his cock into me," she said.
What a nice guy Mark is.  Expecting that his fiancée is lubricated and ready the first time he fucks her as a virgin.  And Doc, telling her she has lesions.  What a load of crap.  He just wanted to get into her pants.  No, this woman deserved better than that, and I was going to see that she got it.
"Did Doc give you some lubricant for the pretend penises?"
'Yes, its in a tube on the table."
This was the same stuff Doc gave to me, to prevent irritation during masturbation.  I also took one of the small vibrators from the table.
"I think you'll enjoy this."
I put a dab of lubricant on my finger and ran it up her slit.  When I found her clitoris, I manipulated it gently.  Ramona shifted in response.
"Ooh, that's nice."
I turned the vibrator on a low setting and moved it up and down, opening her cunt lips.  I let the vibrator linger at her clit.  Ramona's hips shifted from side to side and she lifted her crotch, to intensify the contact with the vibrator.
"It never made me feel like that when I was using it."
For a librarian, Ramona didn't know much about female anatomy.  I applied the vibrator directly to her clit and held it there.  Ramona's hips bucked up and down as she panted and puffed.  Her whole body shook with her orgasm.
"Wow, that was awesome.  What did you do to me?"
"Its not what I did, its what we're going to do that matters."
I took my last condom from my pocket and put it on.  I took a position between her legs.  She was moist and wide open.  The head of my dick entered easily.
"Oh, you're so thick.  Are you really going to fit?"
I started to answer by leaning in and giving her another couple of inches.
"Oh, its so fat and so long.  It's stretching me, just like Marina said."
Thank you, Marina.  I owe you one.
I leaned in some more, and another couple of inches penetrated Ramona's inexperienced cunt.
"I don't think anything has been this deep in me," she said.
With that, I finished the job and buried myself all the way in.
"Wow, I took it all.  I did stretch.  Now I'm sure I'll be able to take Mark.  Oh thank you, thank you, Tommy."
Ramona began to kiss me all over my face.  When she got to my mouth, I shared my tongue with her.  She was surprised, and gradually returned the gesture.
With our mouths fully engaged, I began a series of short strokes, in and out of her cunt.  Then I made the strokes longer and longer, until I was taking my full erection out almost to her opening and all the way back in.
"Oh, Tommy, is this what fucking is supposed to feel like?  Dr. Vidill never made me feel like this."
"Dr. Vidill probably isn't equipped like this," I said on an inward thrust.
"Oh, Tommy, it feels sooo good.  Keep going, don't stop.  I want to feel like this forever."
I felt the churning in my balls.  I wanted her to cum.  It wouldn't be fair to leave her unfulfilled, not after everything she'd been through.
"Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me, don't stop.  Make me cum again, Tommy, please."
Ramona was delirious.  I was afraid my dick would shrink before Ramona got another well-deserved orgasm.  I took my dick out to her opening and rubbed it back and forth on her clit, trying to stimulate her to orgasm.  I couldn't hold back any more.  The tip of the condom expanded as I sprayed.
"Oh, Tommy.  I've never felt like that before.  It was wonderful.  Thank you so much.  I know I'm ready for Mark.  And I won't have to go back to Dr. Vidill anymore and pay his outrageous fees."
What a bastard!  Good old Doc was fucking this woman and charging her for the privilege.
I cleaned up in the bathroom and got dressed to leave.
"Good luck with your condition, Tommy.  I hope I helped."
Going to the library would never be the same.

Part 9 - Alternative Entry

Doc was right about one thing.  The treatment was working.  Even I could see it.  The combination of masturbation along with two very solid fucks was taking the wrinkles out of my hard on.  Oh, there were still bumps all around, but some of the lesions must have cleared.  The corkscrew shape was no longer evident.  Why, in a few more weeks, even before Ramona's wedding to Mark, I'd be normal.

"Good evening, Thomas.  How are you doing tonight?" said Nurse Lassiter.
"Terrific, Sally, and how are you?  Feeling energetic?"
I had a chip on my shoulder, after finding out about Dr. Vidill's phony diagnosis of Ramona.  I thought Doc should get some payback, somehow.
"Good evening, Thomas.  I have some good news."
"If it's about some of the lesions opening up, I already know.  I can see the difference myself."
"Good.  How did you do this week?'
"Five masturbations and three intercourses."
"Oh my, you were an active."
"The opportunities just kind of opened up."
I winked to emphasize the point.
"Any irritation or other problems?" asked Doc.
"No, none at all.  The masturbations were okay but the fucks were terrific."
Doc didn't know how to respond.  Well, it was his advice in the first place.  What did he expect?
Doc's hand was back up at his head while he spoke.
"I'll need to retake your measurements and another x-ray.  My research will be quite thought provoking due to your rapid progress," said Doc.
"Are you ready?  Oh, I see that you've gotten started but aren't quite at your peak.  Nurse, would you mind," asked Doc.
"Whatever you say, doctor," Nurse Lassiter said.
Nurse Lassiter removed her uniform.  She was wearing bra, panties and a garter belt to hold up silk stockings.  The outfit was quite provocative.  I wondered if Doc had ever fucked the lovely Nurse Lassiter in a moment of unbridled lust.  Looking at Sally always gets a rise out of me.
One more time, just like the others, I was measured and x-rayed.
"I'd like to observe your session tonight, and even videotape it, if that's all right with you," said Doc.
"Sure, Doc, anything for science."
Sally didn't like the idea of videotape the first time.  Now we'd be captured for posterity again.  Maybe she didn't trust Doc any more than I did.
We got into the same position as last time.  I felt like an actor in a porno movie, except without the salary or fame.
Doc turned off the camera.
"Nurse, are you providing any resistance to Thomas's penis?"
"It's hard. Doc."
She could say that again.
"I mean, it's difficult to maintain muscle pressure for that long.  Thomas is rather large.  I'm sure he stretched me, at least a little."
"Nurse, I understand completely. But Thomas needs resistance.  Doing that puts an awful strain on you, I can see that.  Eventually, you'll just give in.  In the interests of the patient, how about if we try anal penetration tonight?  That would be much better than you trying to maintain muscle pressure against the onslaught of Thomas's erection.  Yes, let's do that. "
Nurse Lassiter was much less convinced.
"Anitol, I've never..." started Sally.
Sally used Doc's first name for the first time that I could recall.  Perhaps there was an office romance going on after all.
Doc kept on massaging his temple.
"Now, Sally, you know that I am entirely correct in my assessment of the situation.  We'll use lubricant and I'll coach you as we go.  Don't worry.  Just try to remain relaxed," advised Doc.
Doc handed me a tube of lubricant.  I put a large amount on my dick, which was still erect.  Doc picked up the video camera and resumed filming.
I positioned myself at her asshole.  She was closed up like a McDonald's at 2 AM.
"Sometimes a distraction is the best technique," Doc advised.
Leaving my dick at her rear entrance, I leaned over her back.  One hand started up and down her slit, making sure to touch her clit.  The other massaged both breasts, alternating.  Sally really enjoyed the fondling and forgot all about my dick.  As she relaxed, I slid in, getting only as far as my head.  Then her ass clamped down like a vice.  I thought the head would fall off due to lack of blood flow.  Using the lubrication and continuing the fondling, I pushed a bit further in.
"This is really uncomfortable," Sally pleaded.
"Open yourself up to new experiences," coached Doc.
Slowly, she relaxed, but I couldn't move a fraction deeper for fear of another clamping.  Eventually, Sally was pushing her butt towards me, effectively making my penetration for me.  When I got about half in, I started to stroke in and out.  By now she was more comfortable and let me begin the fucking motion.  At three-quarters depth, Sally balked and my whole dick felt the wrath of her bowel muscles.
'Its too deep.  I can't take it all."
Meanwhile, the blood flow to my penis along with Sally's tight rear entrance was doing marvelous things to the lesions.  Sally and I were both sweating profusely, tightly coupled.  I was getting weary from the effort and the waiting.  I started to withdraw.  I was going to give up.  Sally felt me pulling back and loosened her grip so I could get out of her ass once and for all.  As soon as I felt her loosen up, I pushed all the way in.  Sally couldn't react fast enough.  Now there was the matter of getting out.  I'd need Sally's cooperation for that.  The pressure was so great that I was beginning to lose my erection.  As I got smaller, Sally felt less threatened.  My weapon was changing from fire hose to squirt gun and Sally was delighted with the turn of events.  Only then would she cooperate, letting me stroke my less-than-hard on in and out.  It didn't take long and I was completely deflated.  I was disappointed that I hadn't come in her ass.  But, I was glad to get my dick out in one piece.
Sally quickly departed the room to clean up, quite upset with Doc's orders.  Doc was grinning from ear to ear.  He turned off the camera.
"Well, Thomas, you put on quite a show.  That certainly was quite therapeutic."
I didn't know if he meant for my condition or his own lusty desires.
"Keep up the good work next week.  Now let me take you home."
It looked like Sally was an innocent bystander to Dr. Vidill's whim.  More important was the effect it had on my condition.  I was getting better fast.

Part 10 - Back For More

The masturbation was boring compared to the real thing.  I did invent some creative fantasies to get myself off, with people I'd never meet or could ever get close to.  I changed my technique, however.  In the shower, I'd use shampoo or shaving cream for lubrication.  I find the remaining bumpy spots caused by the lesions and focus my rubbing on those spots instead of just rubbing my whole dick up and down.  I even saw a couple of the bumps disappear after concerted attention.  In a while, I'll be straight.  And I know just who I want to put me over the finish line.

I had to go back to Large's for another pack of condoms.  I wanted to have one, just in case I got lucky with Amy.  Okay, I planned on getting lucky with Amy, but only because she was so ready and willing.  Okay, also because I wanted to get back at her dad the doc for Ramona.  Okay, I also wanted another shot at Irene Large.  I guess I was really motivated to go back there.

I stopped in at Large Pharmacy on the way home.  Irene Large was at the register.  
"Hello little man."
This time I knew she was just kidding.  She knew first hand I was anything but little.
"I need another pack of condoms, please.  Extra large."
As if she didn't know.
"So what are you doing, sport, going door to door, fucking lonely and horny housewives?"
"Nope, just taking advantage when an opportunity falls into my lap."
"Speaking of lap, is there any progress down there?"
She glanced at my crotch.
"Want to see?  I'd be glad to show you."
Irene handed me two packages of condoms.
"On the house.  Maybe I can get Mike to watch the register.  If he comes up front, leave and come around the alley entrance.  I'll let you in."
As requested by the owner's daughter, Mike stopped restocking shelves and came up front to relieve Irene.  I'd be relieving Irene too, soon enough.  I walked casually around to the back of the building.  There were many stores in the same physical building as the pharmacy, each with a back door.  All unlabelled, all looking the same.  I walked up and down the alley as inconspicuously as I could.  Finally I saw Irene's face come out from an open door.
"Get over here.  I thought you'd run out on me."
"Never, my love."
I entered the back area where packages were received and shipments picked up.  There was a small room on the side that Irene led me to.
"We'll be safe here, but only for a little while.  My dad and the next shift will be here soon."
She was taking my pants and underwear down as she talked.  I interrupted her fondling of my dick to pull her t-shirt over her head.  I figured this was my last chance with Irene and desperately wanted at her tits.  I tried to unhook her bra, blind, by reaching behind her.  She stopped stroking me to undo the catch herself.  They were marvelous.  Maybe not as big as Ramona's but large and round with nice shape and hard nipples.  I put my lips to them while she continued to stroke me.  I couldn't wait any longer.  I wanted a vigorous fuck, right then and there.  So did she.  Using one of the condoms in my new box, I was ready.  She sat me down on a chair and mounted me by sitting in my lap.  She was in control of the pace and depth.  Fortunately for me, she wanted it all and she wanted it fast.  
"Is it my imagination, or have gotten bigger since last time?"
"Doc said as the curves straightened out, I'd gain some in length."
"I think I feel you in my throat."
"If we have time, maybe later."
Her breasts bobbed in my face as she bounced up and down on my dick.  I used my free hands to caress her tits and suck hard on her nipples.  She moaned and groaned in delight.  She leaned into me, rubbing her clit against the front of my erection.  Too soon, with shouts of pleasure, she collapsed in my lap.  I expected Mike to come running, to see what was the matter.  If I wanted more, too bad.  There was no way to move with Irene's dead weight on my lap.  Noise brought Irene back to reality after her orgasm haze.  Her dad had come in the back boor.  She got dressed quickly and advised me to do the same.  She intercepted her dad and brought him to the front of the store.  I waited until it was quiet and slipped out the back way.  Irene had given me a great idea for my graduation ceremony.  All I needed was a little help from someone I considered a friend.

I called the doctor's office and asked for Nurse Lassiter.  After a short wait, she came to the phone.
"Hello, Thomas, what can I do for you?"
"I have an opportunity for therapy tomorrow afternoon but no place to do it, if you know what I mean.  Is there any chance I could use the examination room, since I'll be coming for my weekly check-up anyway?"
"Well, that's a mighty unusual request.  But, since the doctor prescribed such therapy, I guess it wouldn't hurt."
"So we can be discreet, we'll come in the back door to the office, okay?  Just prop it open about half an hour before my appointment."
"Fine, it'll be open for you.  And, I'll make sure the room is marked off as occupied for that time period."
"Thanks, Sally.  By the way, I'm sorry for the way Doc has been treating you, especially last week.  The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"Thanks, Thomas.  Dr. Vidill has been acting very strangely over the last several weeks, doing many things I don't approve of.  His behavior seems to get more radical with each passing day.  I can't explain it."
"Let's hope he gets better."
Maybe my crossing the finish line would help him regain his senses.

After making my reservation for a room at the doctor's office, I called Amy Kellogg's house.  Fortunately, she answered.
"Amy, this is Tommy.  I'd like to see you tomorrow afternoon.  Can you meet me at the back entrance to your dad's office?  I've reserved a room.  I want you to help me with my therapy."
"Really?  Me?"
"Yes.  You'll be doing something very special for me."
"Wow, sure Tommy.  I'll meet you there."
The stage was set.  If things went as planned, I'd be completely cured.

Part 11 - Training On Demand

My mom picked up the phone before I could get to it.
"Tommy, its Ms. Vargas, the librarian."
"Got it, mom."
I waited until I heard her hang up."
"Hello, Ms. Vargas, what can I do for you?"
"Why so formal, Thomas.  Oh, yes, your mom may be listening.  I have a problem and I need your help."
"Okay," I said.
"And you don't even know what I'm going to ask.  What a sweet boy.  Can you come over, right now?"
"Sure," I said.
"See you soon."
"Ma, I have to go over to the library right away.  They're holding a book for me, one that I reserved for..."
"Yes, I know, a class project.  Go ahead, but be home for dinner."

Ms. Vargas answered the door with clothes on.  I was disappointed.  I'd hoped she was really horny and wanted to fuck again."
"Oh, Thomas, thank you for coming over.  It was terrible."
"Why, what happened?"
"Well, I told Mark that Dr. Vidill cured me quicker than I thought, and I would be ready for the honeymoon.  Of course, I didn't mention you."
"Of course.  And he wanted to screw, uh, have intercourse right away, right?"
"Why yes, he did.  I told him no.  He was very upset.  If we weren't going to screw, then he insisted that we should have oral sex.  Like what you tried to do with me, remember?"
Who could forget that pungent sexy smell of Ramona's pussy?
"Yes, I remember."
"The reason I turned him down was, I was embarrassed.  I've never done that before.  I'm willing to do it, since I understand Mark's need for a release of his sexual energy.  But I don't want to make a novice mistake.  Will you show me how it's done?"
Now, I had little experience myself, just what Nurse Lassiter had done and what I did with Amy.  But if she wanted an expert, I'd be happy to oblige.
"Okay, I'll show you sixty-nine.  That's when a man and a woman do oral sex on each other at the same time.  Then, maybe after you've had a lesson, we could, uh, have intercourse again."
"Perhaps.  Let's see how the lesson goes."
We retreated to her bedroom and got undressed.  I was instantly erect at the sight of her naked body, all round and firm and succulent.  It wasn't going to take much to get me off.
"Let me start with you.  Just lie back and enjoy it."
With her knees raised and spread, I went to her.  My tongue bounced all over her pussy lips and clit, licking and flicking and probing in a random fashion.  Her dense dark pubic hair tickled my face.
'Oh, its so sensitive.  Its better than using a vibrator," she moaned.
I took that as a complement.  Her hips bounced every time I got near her love button.  I didn't take her all the way, because I was looking forward to satisfying her with a fuck, not a tonguing.
"Now its your turn."
I grabbed the lubricant from her table.  Then I hopped up and placed my erection between her glorious tits.  I pushed them gently together and rubbed my lubricated dick back and forth.   I just wanted to see what a tit fuck was like, and Ramona was built for it.  As the head of my dick emerged from the top of her mounds, Ramona looked down.  On its next appearance, she flicked her tongue at it and giggled.  She was acting like a schoolgirl, like Amy Kellogg, experiencing sex education by practice for the first time.  
"Should I suck on it, Tommy?" Ramona asked.
"That's the lesson.  Take me in your mouth and use your tongue to lick.  Sucking is good too.  Teeth are a bad idea," I warned.
She started tentatively, like she was afraid of it.  She had reason to be.  I could choke her with a disk my size.
"Ooh, very nice," I complemented her.
She was running her tongue around the head, afraid to take it any deeper. 
"Try to take a little more, in your mouth and down your throat.  Breath through your nose," I said.
I had seen Nurse Lassiter do this when she blew me.  I got a couple of inches in before she gagged.
"That's okay, practice makes perfect.  You can add your hand, to bring your partner off faster."
She took the hint and rubbed me as she licked.  
'Your partner is going to, uh, have to, uh, cum at, uh, some point.  Uh, are you, uh, ready to, uh, oh...?"
It was too late.  I pushed my dick at her face and flooded her mouth.
"Swallow it.  To spit it out is an insult."
It was a lie, but she believed it.  The taste didn't please her, but she smiled at having gone through the motions.
"You said that if the lesson went well we might, uh..."
"Could you get ready again go soon?" she asked.
The answer was staring her in the face.  I was still erect, waiting for my second chance with this sexy woman.
The doorbell rang.
"Oh no, it must be Mark.  Quick, gather your things and hide in the closet." 
I opened the door to a walk-in closet the size of my bedroom at home.  Ramona wiped the lubricant from between her tits and grabbed a silk robe.  I closed the closet doors and scurried off to the back of the closet, out of sight."
The doors were louvered, so I could see a little bit if I moved forward.  I heard Ramona's voice and that of a man.  They were apologizing and making up.  The voices got louder, and I saw figures moving in the bedroom.  I moved closer to get a ringside seat.  I expected there would be some action, and I was right.  Mark slipped the robe from Ramona's shoulders.  He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough.  Ramona was right; Mark was slightly over average, but definitely smaller than me.  Ramona took the initiative and dropped to her knees, sucking the daylights out of his cock.  Because it was smaller, she did an admirable deep throat on him.  Mark's sex threshold was low, and he emptied his balls into her mouth.  She swallowed and smiled.  Mark was a happy camper.  
"Now me," Ramona said.
Mark was going to attempt a mount but Ramona wouldn't hear of it, until the wedding.  Besides, Mark was pretty much drained for the afternoon.  He must have done a mediocre job of cunnilingus, since Ramona's moans and orgasmic utterances were absent.  There was clean up and huggy kissy.  Eventually Mark left, and not a minute too soon.  After all, Mom had dinner waiting.
"Well, I guess the lesson worked," I said as Ramona, in her robe, opened the closet doors and let me out.
"Yes, well, Mark got his release, but I'm as frustrated as ever.  He lost interest as soon as he, how do you say it, shot his wad."
I was starting to get dressed but Ramona stopped me.
"You deserve a reward for being such a good teacher."
She kissed me full on the lips and then slipped me some tongue.  I reached inside her robe and groped her all over, especially her tits.  I even pinched at her nipples and got a pleasant reaction.
We fell into bed.  I made sure I had a condom on before Ramona got on top.  She was driving the bus this time, making sure to grind her clit against my dick.  When that wasn't sufficient, she used one hand to play with herself.  When she reached orgasm, she collapsed on top of me.  She was heavy but I didn't care.  The feeling of her breasts with hard nipples in my chest was worth any discomfort.

Dinner was cold and my mom was hot under the collar when I got home late.

Part 12 - Family Affair

The next day, half an hour before closing time, Amy showed up in the alley behind her dad's office building.  True to her word, Sally had propped the door open.  We snuck in, hand in hand, and went straight to my exam room.
"Amy, I'm almost cured.  I want you to be the therapist you completes my cure."
"Me?  What an honor!  Oh, yes, Tommy.  Let me cure you.  Can I help you get ready?" Amy asked.
I nodded and she was on my dick with her mouth immediately.  It didn't take much to get me up.  I was thinking about being the first with Amy.  I took the lubricant out of the drawer.  I wanted her to have a reasonably pleasant experience.  I certainly wasn't out to hurt her.
I lay back on the table, erection pointing to the ceiling.
"I can see the few remaining bumps.  I'll take care of them."
I gave her a condom.  She opened the packet and slid the latex tube down my dick with the tips of her fingers.  Then she applied the lubricant.
"Climb up and join me," I said.
Amy climbed up on the table, fully dressed.  Her knees were on the outside of my thighs.
"I know what do, Tommy.  I read all about it in my dad's books."
"Its different in person, Amy, believe me."
She took my dick and pulled it under her pleated skirt and between her legs.
"No sense in wearing panties just to take them off."
It was a good thing Amy had practiced with dildos and vibrators or I wouldn't have been able to get the head of my dick in her.  Soon I was planted firmly between her cunt lips.  She slid down a little bit.  She was awfully tight despite her claims of preparing.  My dick was so long and her legs so short that only one knee of hers was on the table.
"Oh, Tommy, it feels wonderful.  My pussy is going to squeeze your penis to health."
"I can't believe you're so tight."
"Oh, I'm squeezing my vaginal muscles.  You forgot, I read your file.  The tighter I make myself, the better the therapy."
She was right, of course, but at this rate, we'd still be at it when my appointment started.  Maybe I was hoping to be caught.  The thrill associated with the risk.  Why else did I choose her dad's office?
"Did I tell you how good I got, I mean, how developed my vaginal muscles are?  I cracked a vibrator once, because I squeezed too hard."
"Gee, I hope you don't break my dick."
"Oh no, I'm doing this to cure you, not hurt you."
With that, she relaxed a little and I slid further in.  Now both of her knees were on the table.  She squeezed and it was a combination of pleasure and pain.
"Do that again."
I was out of my mind for asking.  Amy put her full weight on me and now I was buried all the way in her cunt.
"Oh, you're bigger than all of those devices.  And I took your whole thing inside me."
She was proud, and rightfully so and punctuated it with another mind-blowing squeeze.
"Let's get to work," she said.
Amy began to raise and lower her body in a methodical pace, squeezing on each down stroke.  I felt my dick being stretched, more than I had with Sally or Ramona or Irene.  Of course, Amy had trained for this activity so she was very well prepared and focused on my healing.
"Squeezing usually doesn't give me an orgasm, even with a vibrator," Amy said.
I noticed her breathing was more rapid and her eyes were losing their focus.  She was starting to lean into me, which was causing my dick to run against her clit.  I started pushing my hips up to increase her stimulation, creating a faster pace.  Amy went along for the ride, literally, matching my increased movements.
"Oh, Tommy, we're fucking, we're fucking," she said.
No duh.  I wonder what she thought we were doing for the last five minutes.
"Take it, Amy, take it all."
I made sure she got every inch on each of my upward thrusts.  My leg and stomach muscles were getting fatigued in my prone position.
"You have to finish it, Amy.  Make it happen for both of us."
Amy's breathing was rapid, interspersed with groans and moans.  She was going to have an orgasm, her first with a live dick, big time.  I was trying to come at the same time, if I could arrange it.  I was on the verge, ready to cum.  I could feel it happen to Amy, because she clamped down hard with her vaginal muscles, squeezing the blood from my erection and preventing mine.  I had lost tract of time.  I barely noticed the door opening.  
"What is this?  Amy, what in the hell are you doing? Oh, my!"
"Oh, hi daddy.  I'm giving Tommy therapy, see?"
Amy lifted the pleated skirt, showing her father my erection planted all the way up inside his stepdaughter.
She relaxed her muscles as she spoke, and I thrust up, filling the condom with my pent-up sperm.
Doc reached one hand up to his forehead.  His eyes rolled back in his head and he made an unintelligible sound.  Nurse Lassiter was quick and grabbed him, prevented him from falling to the ground and bumping his head.
"Daddy!" screamed Amy.  She hopped off the table and knelt by her father's limp body.
I laid there, erection bobbing, in disbelief.
"Amy, call 911.  He's still breathing," said Sally.
Sally moved Doc into the hallway.
"Get cleaned up and dressed, and then stay in here.  I'll keep you out of it," said Sally.
The paramedics showed up very quickly.  I listened through the closed door.
"Dr. Vidill and I were closing up for the day.  His daughter was visiting and planned to ride home with him.  He just reached for his head and collapsed."
"Does the doctor have any existing conditions?  Anything that would have affected the doctor?"
"No, not that I know of.  Nothing I can think of," said Nurse Lassiter.
They took Doc out on a gurney.  The paramedics allowed Amy to go with her father.  
"Amy, I'll call your mom and have her meet you at the hospital," said Sally.
When the paramedics left, Sally came back in.
"Well, Tommy, that was probably your last special appointment.  I can take your measurements next week, so Doc has all the information for his study."
"Thanks, Sally, for everything."
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."

I heard later from Sally that Doc was suffering from a lesion in his brain.  It affected his judgment, both for treating Ramona and me.  He was seeing a specialist who had an unusual treatment, which expands the brain to cure the problem.  I hope his treatment is as pleasurable as mine was.  And I'm seeing Sally again this weekend.

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