Open Wide and Say "Ahhhh"

WARNING:

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ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are 
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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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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective:  Open Wide and Say 
"Ahhhh"

In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous 
synapses shorting each other out, I thought, "Gee, 
wouldn't it be keen to tell the story of how I, Harvey 
Marcus, got started with all of this screwing around.  I 
mean, it didn't just happen out of nothing.  Everything has 
a cause, a spark, an ignition.  So, here's another Official 
Retrospective, detailing how I involuntarily got sucked into 
a campaign of accidental sex with all of the world's 
eighteen-year and older females.

Episodes One and Two found me seduced by two different 
babysitters.  Episode Four partnered me with a coworker.  
This jumps back to my Third Episode.  Sorry for the 
temporal dysfunction, but sometimes a story grabs me by 
the scrotum, and sometimes not.  

I won't try to pre-tell the story, except to say it doesn't 
involve a dentist.  You'll just to have to scroll down and 
keep reading.


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Twice a year, my wife Harriett sees her gynecologist.  It's 
the closest thing we have to a sex life:  someone sees her 
naked pussy and I pay the bill.  She doesn't say a word 
about it, and I figure no news is good news.  Although, if 
she had a sexually transmitted disease, I was safe 
anyway.  This time, after her visit to Good Doctor 
Everhardt showed up in the online recap of recent 
charges, she had something to say.  "Harvey, Dr. 
Everhardt prescribed some cr¸me for my, uh, privates."

Too bad it wasn't the spermy creme from my cock.  "Is 
there something wrong?"

"I don't think so.  He detected the beginning of a rash.  He 
ran out of free samples when I was at his office, but his 
receptionist called and said they'd just received some.  
Doesn't it make sense to try it before buying it?"

That was the mistake I'd made.  Harriett and I had 
deferred sex until after we were married.  She insisted.  
Only after we tied the knot did I find out how disinterested 
she was.  

"So, on the way home tomorrow, could you stop by his 
office and pick up the sample?"

Now, Dr. Everhardt's office is hardly on the way.  It's at 
least ten or so miles west of my normal route, and then 
another ten back.  "Why can't you do it?"  It was a fair 
question.

Harriett put her hands on her hips." I have a volunteers 
meeting for the local refuse committee."

I was going to quip, "Oh, that garbage?" but that would get 
her angry, and we'd have another fight.  I was smart 
enough to pick my fights, and this wasn't worth it.  Her 
errand was just something else to get between the end of 
my workday and a home-cooked meal.  With her meeting, 
reheated sounded certain.  And when Harriett cooked 
anything at all, ordering out was forbidden.  "Sure.  What's 
the address?"

Harriett gave me Dr. Everhardt's card with all of the 
relevant details.

So the next day after work, I redirected myself to the 
doctor's office.  I thought about Harriett's rash and the 
creme.  Lord knows, she won't let me apply the stuff.  Not 
even my finger can get close to her pussy.  God, celibacy 
is hell.  My thoughts turned to the two babysitters who it 
had been my privilege to fuck.  Oh yes, and the second 
one's mother.  But that had been months ago, and my 
growing stash of Penthouse Forum magazines and the 
occasional British tabloid Mayfair had been inadequate 
substitutes for the real thing.  I'd even concocted fantasies 
about some of the women at work, intimate affairs that 
would never come to pass.  The fastest way to getting 
fired is screwing around with co-workers.

I parked easily, since the Medical building was closing up 
for the night.  Any reasonable people, doctors and 
patients, had gone home.  As I opened the door, a young 
woman scurried past.  A hint of whites beneath her coat 
made me believe she was a nurse or something.  The 
waiting room of Dr. Everhardt's office was empty.  Just as I 
tapped the little silver bell on the counter, a tall man in a 
lab coat escorted a dumpy middle-aged female from the 
back.  "See you in six months," said the handsome gent.  
Dr. Everhardt, I presumed.  Curly dark hair, square jaw, 
classic roman nose.  Could have been a movie star.  
Probably popular with his female patients.  My mind leapt 
to a projected fantasy, Dr. Everhardt standing between 
some patient's spread thighs, a warm, inviting vagina 
staring him straight in the face.  What will power he must 
have to deal with temptations of the flesh.

Doc looked at me.  Odd to see a man in his office.  I was 
about to tell him who I was and why I was there when the 
door swung open.  A tall woman strode in on spike heels, a 
thin beige coat over a plain black dress.  "Sorry I'm late.  
Traffic was a bitch!"  She was extremely tan, too dark to be 
natural.  A tanning salon was a sure bet.  Her current 
condition, older, more wrinkles, couldn't hide her previous 
youthful beauty.  She was still in good shape, although her 
hips had spread and her ass was a bit too full.  Too many 
different blonde streaks in her brunette hair, pulled back 
into a bun.  

Doc turned his attention from me to the new arrival.  "You 
are?"

"Ruth Needham-Cohen.  I'm your six o clock."

Her hips were on automatic, jutting this way, then that.  
She may have parked her car, but her engine was running, 
that was for sure.

Doc looked down at a bound paper calendar on the 
receptionist's desk.  "We're going to have to reschedule.  
My nurse is gone and I-"

"That's okay, I trust you."

I stood there, out of the loop.  Harriett's sample was in a 
small white bag next to the appointment calendar.  I 
couldn't just take it and leave.  "Excuse me, I just need to 
pick up-"

"Shaddup!'  Needham-Cohen shouted.  "I have an 
appointment.  Obviously, you don't."  She turned to the 
doctor.  "Which examination room are we going to use?"

"I'm very glad I have your trust, but there are laws," said 
Doc.  "A nurse must be present for examinations.  You 
understand, a male doctor alone with a female patient.  It's 
for your protection."

"But I don't need protection."  Her voice had more of an 
edge, like a parent trying not to scold a child while scolding 
a child.  Her hands were fists.  Her bouncy happy 
demeanor had become hostile, like a child not getting her 
way.  She must really need someone to check out her 
"privates", as Harriett would say.  I decided to leave before 
she got angry and took it out on me.  The scorn of Harriett 
would be easier to accept than the wrath of this stranger.  
She was clearly hostile and dangerous, despite 
experiencing her for only a few minutes.  I headed for the 
door.

"One moment, please," said the doctor.  I stopped in my 
tracks.  "As I said, for your protection and to obey state 
laws, there must be someone present."

"Someone, hmm?"  Needham-Cohen looked at me.  "Wait 
a second.  Can it be anybody?  Like him?"

She didn't have to point.  I was the only "him" in the 
vicinity.  "Huh?"

"That would be quite unusual.  Normally, it's one of my 
nurses-"

"But he'll do, right?  As a witness?"  Needham-Cohen's 
smile returned.

"If you insist, this gentleman could be in the room, if he 
doesn't mind-"

Up to now, my services as a voyeur hadn't been cleared 
with me.  The idea of seeing this woman getting examined 
while naked was quite titillating.  And, I'd get to witness Dr. 
Everhardt's style, how he handled his patients.  But I didn't 
belong there, I still had to drive home, my stomach was 
past ready for dinner, even a reheat of one of Harriett's 
creations.  "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks.  My name 
is Marcus, and you have a sample for my wife."

Doc handed me the small white bag and smiled, his teeth 
gleaming white.  "Send her my regards."

Needham-Cohen took off her coat, waddled over, hips 
swaying, and grabbed my shoulder.  She kept her voice 
low while Doc disappeared down the hall towards what I 
presumed were exam rooms and his office.  "I bribed the 
nurse to go home sick so I could be alone with the doctor.  
Now it's all screwed up, unless you cooperate."

I looked at the empty corridor.  Doc was certainly a 
desirable catch.  "I'm sure you can find another way.  Ask 
him out for a drink?"

"Don't be an idiot.  I'm here to get laid, not exchange 
pleasantries over Chablis.  I made a bet with the women in 
my book club that I could get laid in my gynecologist's 
office.  Big money is riding on this, and I'm not about to 
lose.  So you'll stay, or else."

The threat was vague, which made it questionable and 
compelling at the same time.  What could she do to me?

The crow's feet around her eyes tightened.  "I'm going to 
undress and seduce the doctor.  You just observe and 
don't say a word.  Got it?"

Needham-Cohen was a determined and hard woman.  The 
doctor deserved better, but who was I to pass up the 
chance to see someone else have sex?  At least this time, 
I'd be an observer, not a participant, unlike my sexual 
encounters with the two babysitters.  And one mother.

She flounced over to the counter and smashed the bell.  
Dr. Everhardt came out.  "Are you still here?  As I said, I 
have to close the office."

"He's agreed to observe."  Ruth bent over and moaned.  
"Please, doctor, it hurts so bad.  Please." Her dress, a 
plain black number with scoop neckline, stretched taut 
across her ass.  She wore a thong, the thin lines of which 
were clear beneath the tight garment.

"And you're willing to have this stranger observe?" he 
asked.

"Yes, anyone, the pain is too bad."

"Is it true?  You agree to this - this - procedure?"

I nodded.

"Very well."  Everhardt led us back to a dimly lit 
examination room.  He pointed.  "You can undress behind 
the screen.  There are fresh gowns-"

Ruth had already started to disrobe, reaching behind to 
unzip the dress.  "Give me a hand," she asked me.

The doctor was shocked but turned away to gather his 
instruments and stuff on a stainless steel tray.  "All right.  
The quicker we get prepared, the quicker we can all go 
home."

I assisted with the zipper.  Doc didn't know that she would 
be demanding a home run before anybody left.  Was I 
really going to see Harriet's gynecologist fuck this woman?  
The black dress fell to the floor, leaving Ruth in bra and 
thong.  There were hints of cellulite in her thighs, but she 
was in very good shape for a woman of her age.  Much 
better than Harriett, although I hadn't seen Harriett naked 
in a very long time.

Ruth removed her bra.  Her breasts sagged a bit, milky, 
although she certainly wasn't nursing an infant at her age.  
Her skin was dark except for light patches on her breasts 
and across her lower stomach, where she'd worn a 
minimal bikini in the tanning bed.  

She practically jumped up onto the examination table, 
startling Dr. Everhardt.  I stood by, on the side, watching 
with eager anticipation.  This was going to be better than 
any X-rated VHS tape I'd ever purchased, except for the 
bootleg of an underage Traci Lords.  While undressing, 
Ruth had not exhibited any symptoms of pain.  Once on 
the table, Ruth's hand caressed her belly, and then slid 
down to her pussy.  "Doctor, what's wrong with me?  I feel 
so empty."  She lifted her legs and slipped the thong off, 
tossing it behind her on the floor.

Dr. Everhardt guided her legs into a pair of stirrups.  Ruth 
assisted by spreading her fleshy labia.  "I'm so empty, and I 
need to be full-filled.  Please, can you help me?"

Everhardt leaned forward to examine her labia and vagina.  
When he did, Ruth grabbed his lab coat and pulled him 
forward.  Her other hand reached for his crotch.

"What's wrong with you?"  Everhardt tried to back off but 
Ruth had a tight grip.  She used her other hand to grab his 
belt, then went after his zipper.  In short order, she'd 
extracted his penis from his underwear.  It stuck out from 
the opening, small and limp.

Still holding his belt, Ruth's other hand massaged his cock.  
"Come on, Doc, you must think about sex sometimes, with 
some of your patients.  Have any of them every offered 
themselves to you?  And have any been so willing?"

Everhardt's cock remained flaccid and small.  Ruth's best 
efforts were having no effect.  Doctor Handsome was 
either impotent or gay.  It didn't matter to me which.

Everhardt broke free of Ruth's grasp.  "Madam, I am a 
professional.  I never violate the principles of medicine-"

"Shut up."  Ruth was breathing hard, fingering herself.  "I 
need to be fucked, right now, or I'm fifty thousand dollars 
poorer.  Do you hear me?"

The doctor put his cock back in his pants and zipped up.  
"I'm afraid I won't participate in some blackmail scheme-"

"It's a fucking bet, you idiot!"  Ruth's hips were lifting with 
each thrust of her finger into her pussy.  She caught my 
gaze.  "You, over there."

"Me?"  Didn't she remember that I was there at her 
insistence, only as an observer?

"Yes, you.  Do you like women?"

"Yeah, I sure."  Especially naked ones who masturbate in 
front of me.

"Come closer.  Check me out.  I won't bite."

I didn't believe her, and I wasn't up to date on my tetanus 
shots.  Moving closer, I could hear the wet sound of finger 
in pussy.  From a distance, I'd seen the motion, but now 
her vagina was in high def.

"Can you get it up?" she asked.

I stood in stunned silence.

"Are you deaf?  I asked, can you manage an erection?"

I nodded.  I was already somewhat inflated, in anticipation 
of their coupling.

"Well then, come on.  Let me see."

I didn't have to drop my pants.  I was under no obligation.  
But Ruth had just failed with the good doctor, and I knew 
how it felt to want sex and not get it.  I unbuckled my belt, 
unlatched and unzipped.  My pants dropped from the 
weight of wallet and keys in the pockets.  My erection was 
evident in my jockey shorts.

"Oh shit!  Come here, stud.  What's your name again?"

I approached the exam table.  "Marcus.  Harvey Marcus."

"Show me your cock, Harvey Marcus."

I slid down my jockeys.  My erection was mostly complete.  
A bit of anxiety and embarrassment kept me from full 
extension.

She stared at my crotch.  "You may be a Marcus but you're 
carrying quite a Johnson.  You will fuck me, won't you?  
Let me take back the question.  Watch this, doc, let a real 
man show you how to please a woman." 

I froze in place.  Was I really going to fuck a complete 
stranger, just because she asked?

"I've got a big surprise, something no other woman has 
ever done to you.  Come closer and let me show you my 
special skill.  I've been working on it for months, just for the 
doctor.  Put your finger here."  She pointed to her vaginal 
lips.

I leaned forward and ran my index finger vertically.  "Like 
this?"

"I won't bite.  Stick it in, all the way."

I switched to my middle finger.  Why they call it the fuck 
finger I'll never know.  Her pussy was moist and loose.  I 
could have used two or three fingers.  My knuckles rubbed 
her labia.  "Okay?"

Ruth tightened her vaginal muscles.  "Feel that?  Can you 
move your finger?"

Barely.  It was essentially trapped in her cunt.  "That's 
really tight."

She released the pressure.  Shit, what that would have felt 
like around my dick.

"Go on, touch my pussy with your big dick.  What's the 
matter?  You're not a virgin are you, not with a salami like 
that?  Don't let me cool down here."  She sat up, grabbed 
for my dick, which was just beyond her reach.  "It'll feel 
nicer with your prick inside.  Now!"

My stomach was grinding, and not just due to lack of 
dinner.  Maybe it was 'command performance' aspect that 
caused my cock to shrink a bit.  Maybe because this was a 
stranger.  Maybe my dick didn't like being second choice.

"You're losing it, honey, and so will I if you don't perform."  
She rubbed her belly.  "Step closer and slap your cock 
against my pussy.  You don't have to put it in.  Just thrash 
me, like I'm a bad girl."

I figured she was, bad that is.  I advanced and thumped my 
cock against her wet crotch.  After a dozen or so slaps, my 
cock had hardened.

"Good," she said.  "Now, touch my pussy with your cock.  
Feel how wet I am."

There had to be a limit, or I'd be fucking a total stranger.  
Yes, I'd had my way with two babysitters and the mother of 
the second one, but sexual intimacy with someone I'd just 
met?  Was I so horny from lack of Harriett's interest that I'd 
screw anybody?  "I can't."

Ruth's voice got stern.  "You have to, or I'm $50,000 
poorer, and I can't afford that.  If you don't fuck me right 
now, I'll - I'll - I'll tell everyone Dr. Everhardt raped me."

Up to now, the good doctor had his back to us, cowering at 
the way his examination room had become an instant 
brothel.  He gasped.  "You wouldn't!  I can't-"

"You'd rather come out of the closet to refute my 
allegation?" asked Ruth.

"No."  It was a whimper.  The not-so-hung doc hung his 
head.  "You win."

"What?"  I was shocked by the doctor's words.  "Wait a 
second.  Isn't this my decision?"

"You'll have to do what she says, or she'll destroy my 
practice.  I have too much at stake."

In retrospect, this was my first encounter with blackmailed 
sex.  "Fuck (fill in the blank) or I'll (threat)."  The two 
babysitters hadn't threatened me, They'd just put me a 
position where putting my cock in position was inevitable.  

This time it was coercion, two against one.  I put my one 
cock between Ruth's two vaginal lips and rubbed the head 
of my prick against her moist labia in a circular pattern.  
"Like this?"

Ruth leaned back and moaned.  "Oh, yes!"

I moved cautiously, an inch at a time.  Ruth shook with my 
advance.  I expected her cunt to clamp down any second, 
but it didn't.  I stopped at half depth and held my position.  
That's when she clamped down.  I couldn't move.  No in-
and-out.  No feeling at all except the pulse of blood 
throbbing in the walls of her vagina.

Leaning forward, I pressed the sides of her breasts 
together and kissed her nipples, then sucked them, 
alternating.  Her cunt loosened.  I used the opportunity to 
slide out a bit.  Her pussy gripped my dick.  I flicked the tip 
of my tongue against an engorging nipple.  Her muscles 
relaxed, allowing me to jab forward.  Every suckle softened 
her for probing.  I timed my mouth and my hips so that I 
could get a fucking rhythm going.  Maybe making her cunt 
into a vice was pleasant for her.  All it did was keep me 
hard.  Oh, and I was hard, and anxious to ream her out.  All 
I had to do was pay attention to her tits and I could fuck 
her real good.

Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.  I withdrew 
and gave her half my length again.  And again.  Her thighs 
tightened and loosened, her feet flailed behind me, 
punching my back.  Her hips lifted from the table with each 
thrust.  God, she was an active sex partner, nothing like 
Harriett.  And nothing was the sex Harriett offered.  I 
punched up my enthusiasm, with short strokes and longer 
strokes.  Her hands grasped for my waist, my shoulders.  I 
attempted to kiss her but she jerked her head to the side, 
avoiding my lips. "We're fucking here, not making love."

And that was the difference.

So if we were fucking, didn't she deserve the whole 
burrito?  On my next thrust, I didn't hold back, driving balls 
deep into her.

"Gooodddddd!  Sooo deeeep!  Don't stop, don't you dare."

Her wish was my command.  My hips jerked and twitched.  
I wasn't planning anything, just letting my cock guide me.  
And it was going crazy, reaming her.  The head tickled, 
and I knew what was immanent,  "I'm going to cum."

"Of course you are.  Hot and sticky.  On my belly."

I pulled out just as the first ribbon of cum spurted from my 
dick.  And a second.  Ruth scooped up the sticky goop in a 
small vial she pulled from nowhere and capped the top.  
"Proof that I scored.  A few of my club members are 
outside, waiting.  Won't they be surprised?"

I started to back off, my duty done, Dr. Everhardt's practice 
saved, my cock pleasantly exercised, and Ruth $50,000 
richer.

"Oh no you don't!  We're not done here.  And when you 
cum again, don't stop pumping.  Feel how slick it makes 
us."

Why did she think I had more to give?  I'd just shot my 
wad.  I reinserted as my dick softened.  But her talented 
clamping cunt brought my dick back to firm in just a few 
well-timed squeezes.  And soon we were fucking, Ruth's 
pussy providing just the right amount of friction.  Despite 
my recent ejaculation, I was preparing a second delivery.  
And just as she'd instructed, I let loose while inside.  After 
a hard thrust to push my prick juice deep inside, I kept on 
humping, my cum lubricating the path.  And son of a bitch, I 
spurted again, which was completely abnormal.  She'd 
emptied my balls with her skills.  I was exhausted and 
hungry.  I fell on top of her, my head along side hers, but 
facing away.  I didn't want her to think I was trying to steal 
a kiss.  My stomach growled.  

Ruth laughed.  "So you're married?"

"Yes."

"And what religion?"

"Jewish."

"Just my luck to find a Jewish guy with a big schmeckl and 
he's married."  She lifted her legs out of the stirrups.  "Give 
me your number, so we can have a repeat."

On one of Everhardt's cards, I wrote the phone number of 
my high school, which I'd memorized decades earlier.  
"So, what are you going to tell your girlfriends?" I asked.

"The bet was to get laid in the gynecologist's office.  And I 
did, didn't I?"  She wiggled the small vial of cum.

That was a cheat, but then I didn't have any money riding 
on the outcome.  And I'd cheated too.  Again.  With a 
relative stranger.  I resolved that this was as far as I would 
allow myself to stray.  Maybe at some other time, I'd have 
sex with a woman other than Harriett.  Relative stranger, 
hmmm?  Maybe sex with another woman but definitely not 
with any relatives.  That had to be a firm boundary.

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