Posted 20030620 to alt.sex.stories.moderated. 
Sandy's Medical Examination (MF, reluc)
by Philip Harris

Nineteen-year-old Sandy sat apprehensively on the edge of 
the doctor's examination table, in her campus's medical 
clinic.  Her clothes lay piled on a wooden chair, her body 
feeling vulnerable beneath the thin medical examination 
gown they'd given her to wear.  She wondered why she'd had 
to disrobe just to see the doctor about a sore throat.

"Hi Sandy, how does your throat feel today?" Doctor Sanders 
asked as he entered the room.  

Sandy felt doubly uncomfortable now, and even more aware 
her body's near bareness.  Doctor Sanders was young and 
very good looking.  He was a hunk, and unmarried, or so his 
unadorned ring finger suggested.  Sandy felt aroused around 
Doctor Sanders even when she had all her clothes on.

"My throat is still sore Doctor," Sandy answered, "It's 
about the same as it was."

"Take off your gown Sandy," the doctor said, "I want to 
listen to your heartbeat for a moment."

Sandy fumbled awkwardly with the two little bows that held 
her gown on from the back.  Undressing in front of a doctor 
who she had a crush on felt a little bit like she was doing 
a strip tease.  Being in bra and panties is just like 
wearing a bikini at the beach, she tried to tell herself.

The doctor placed the diaphragm of his stethoscope on the 
upper part of Sandy's left breast.  She was wearing a 
white, scallop shell bra, with the cups entirely 
underneath, and the tops of her breasts completely exposed.  
The doctor's hand felt warm as it touched the flesh of her 
breast.  Sandy desperately tried not to show reaction, 
embarrassingly aware of his little finger on her nipple, 
touching right through her bra cup.

He moved the stethoscope diaphragm around a little, 
listening through her breast in different places, his 
little finger always seeming to casually brush her nipple.  
Sandy tried to think pure thoughts, to force her mind away 
from the sudden fantasy of him plucking on her nipple 
through her bra.  Her heart was thumbing so loudly she was 
sure that he could hear it without aid.  

"Do you have a boyfriend, Sandy?" the doctor asked.

"Uh, sort of," Sandy lied.  She didn't have anybody steady.  
Oh god, was he going to ask her out?  So sexy, to be asked 
out on a date by a handsome doctor while she was stripped 
to her underwear for him and his hand owned her breast!  
She almost whimpered as his little finger moved on her 
nipple again, just slightly.

"I mean," he asked, "are you sexually active with boys?"

"Yes," Sandy admitted, after brief hesitation.  "Well, just 
one boy recently."  What was he getting at?  Oh god she 
wanted him to give her tit a squeeze!  She felt so sexy she 
nearly bounced in her seat.  Yes doctor, she thought to 
herself, talk about sex and play with my breasts!

The doctor stood up and removed the stethoscope from his 
ears.  Sandy breathed an almost audible sigh of relief that 
her breasts were hands-free.  She couldn't have taken much 
more of being felt up.  Please ask me to take off my bra, 
she mentally willed him; grab my tits in both hands.

"The lab report on the throat culture we took from you two 
days ago shows that your sore throat is caused by a germ 
that is, well, not usually found in the throat, Sandy," the 
doctor said.  "It's a common germ, found very often--on 
men's penises.  Have you had a penis in your throat 
lately?"

Oh god!  Now he'd think she was a slut.  

"Oh, uh, yes," Sandy admitted.  

"Don't be embarrassed," he said kindly, "It's not really 
that uncommon in college girls."  He was looking at the 
crimson blush that started in Sandy's cheeks and flooded 
down across the top of her breasts.

"It's not a serious thing," the doctor continued, "but 
you'll have to take medication for it.  Just some pills.  
Open your mouth and let's have a look."

Sandy opened her mouth wide, and the doctor looked in, 
shinning a bright light into her mouth with a shinny, 
slender plastic flashlight.  He used a wooden tongue 
depressor to hold down her tongue, making Sandy almost gag.

"Mmm.  Hmm," the doctor said.  

Sandy was wickedly embarrassed now.  She felt as if he was 
picturing a cock being inside her mouth, looking into her 
and wondering how deep in the throat she could take it.  
Sandy had to swallow, and she made that loud, wet gulp that 
an open-mouthed swallow makes; exactly the kind of choked 
gargle a girl with a cock in her mouth makes. 

"Was the penis in your vagina too Sandy?" the doctor asked.  
Oh how wicked of him to make her tell all her sex secrets, 
she thought.

"Ah, huh," she gargled, her mouth still being kept open by 
the tongue depressor.

"Well then we'll have to look down there too," the he said.  
The doctor stepped back, letting Sandy close her mouth.

Sandy looked nervously toward the stirrups on the 
examination table.

"We won't have to use those," the doctor said.  "We can do 
it with you sitting there."

The thought of showing her pussy to this hunk doctor made 
Sandy so horny it felt like near panic.  She wondered if 
she should ask for a woman doctor.  She'd never had a male 
doctor see her there before.  Oh god, what if she was all 
wet already?

Sandy tried not to show her embarrassment as she slipped 
her panties off.  She tossed them quickly to the chair with 
her other clothes, horrified to find that they were, in 
fact, wet in the crotch.  Her blushing made her breast tops 
as red as a sunburn now.

Thankfully, the doctor was looking away when Sandy took her 
panties off.  He was standing at a cupboard, taking a fresh 
plastic flashlight out of a sterile wrapper.  He'd already 
put rubber gloves on his hands.

He sat in a low chair and wheeled it in front of Sandy, who 
was again sitting on the edge of the examination table.  
Bravely she parted her knees, aware of his power to make 
her spread her legs with mere expectation--he didn't even 
have to ask.

He looked between her legs for a moment, and Sandy was 
afraid he would say something embarrassing about her wet 
arousal.  Maybe it was a turn-off to him?  No, a very faint 
smile revealed that it amused him to see her wet.  

"I won't hurt you Sandy," he said as his reached toward her 
womanhood, "but I have to see inside you."

He very gently slid two gloved fingers into Sandy's pussy, 
and then spread them in a V, opening her for viewing.  His 
fingers were very strong.  The flashlight entered her next.  
It was a powerful light, illuminating a long Lucite tube; 
slender and rounded at the tip like a little sex toy.  
Sandy squirmed.

"Does that hurt you?" he asked.

"No, uh, its just cold," she lied.  Sandy's pussy was 
gushing sexual arousal.  He had to know how it felt to her.

"I'll be as gentle as I can," the doctor said.  "Let me 
know if you feel any discomfort at all.  Are you 
comfortable with this?" he asked, as he probed around 
inside her.

"Yes," Sandy lied.  She felt very embarrassed.  It felt 
like he was being deliberately sexual.  That's just in your 
horny imagination, Sandy told herself.

"This looks fine," the doctor said.  His fingers opened her 
wider, and he slid his smooth little flashlight around 
inside her, sliding it in and out, twisting it at angles 
and moving his fingers to open her in various directions.  
"Yes you seem very healthy."

Sandy whimpered under her breath.  She knew that she was 
making juice wantonly.  This was just unbelievably 
arousing.  She wished he had a boyfriend who could tease 
her like this.

"Don't tense up," the doctor said.  

"I'm sorry," Sandy said immediately, spreading her knees 
wider apart.  She realized that she'd answered just like a 
sex slave would apologize to a master.  God she needed to 
cum!

"Just relax," the doctor said.  "It's natural to feel some 
sensation; just relax to it."  His flashlight penetrated 
deeper into Sandy.  His fingers squirmed about, slid in and 
out, opening her in different ways and giving him intimate 
views of her.

"Just a little deeper," he said.  His spread-apart fingers 
slid deeper into her; the flashlight entered her more.  He 
moved his fingers from side to side, pressing sensual 
nerves inside her, exploring her secret places.

His fingers started to pull out--were almost all the way 
out of her, when--"Just a little deeper," he said again, 
and he worked his way back in again.

Sandy looked down over her white-cupped breasts, toward the 
intimate place between her legs, but the doctor's head was 
in the way.  He was being more intimate with her than she 
could be with herself.

"Just one more time," he said, as his probing fingers 
almost came out of her, and then penetrated in again, the 
flashlight savagely leading the way.  His fingers touched 
Sandy's g-spot.  She gave a little jump, and then he 
pressed his fingertips again there forcefully, and then 
pressed several times harder again, right on her most 
vulnerable and intimate place.

"Doctor, I . . . " Sandy started to say, but then she had 
to shut her mouth to silence a sex moan.  Her pelvis 
convulsed in a horribly embarrassing orgasm.  A sort of 
squealing giggle escaped through her closed teeth.

"That's okay Sandy," the doctor said.  "It just shows that 
you're a healthy young woman."

Sandy wanted say more, to apologize, to make up some 
explanation, but she decide to say nothing and pretend it 
hadn't happened.

His flashlight went in deeper again, and his fingers spread 
Sandy to a painful degree.  Sandy wondered if he could see 
her pussy's insides quivering with cum-again urgency.

"It doesn't look like you have infection here, of course 
we'll have to take a swab, but there are some abrasions 
inside.  Have you had anything other than a penis inside 
you?" he asked.

"Just, just fingers," Sandy said.  She knew that she was 
gushing wetness now.  She could feel herself dripping into 
her ass crack.  Her pussy tried to have another orgasm.  
She fought hard not give into it, to ignore it, but cum 
gushed from her.  She knew that it must be running down the 
outsides of the doctor's rubber gloves.

"You should trim your fingernails if you're going to do 
that," the doctor said, "but I recommend using a dildo, one 
made for that purpose."

"No," Sandy said, feeling double embarrassment, "It was the 
boy's fingers."

"Is it tender here?" he asked, pushing inside of her.

"No," Sandy said.

"How about here?"  He pressed her g-spot again, and Sandy 
achingly surrendered the climax that she'd been fighting.  
Her whole body jumped.

"Did that hurt, or was that just a nerve spot?" the doctor 
asked.

"Uh, uh, just a nerve," Sandy gasped.  She wanted to snap 
her legs shut, but at the same time she wanted to lie back 
on the examination table, spread her legs, and yell, "Fuck 
me!"

The doctor removed his flashlight from Sandy's pussy, but 
his fingers kept her held wide open and gushing.  She knew 
he was deliberately letting the cum drain from her because 
it was in his way.  Then he reached up to the counter 
behind him, fumbled around for a moment, and brought forth 
some long wooden rods with cotton tips.  He used those to 
take swaps from deep inside Sandy.  It felt kind of kinky, 
as if he was taking a personal memento of her.

Sandy felt tremendously relieved when he finally let her 
close her legs.  She was sure that her thighs must be 
trembling from climax.  Absolutely everything beneath her 
was soaked.  She was horrified to think of some nurse 
cleaning up after her, and knowing that she'd cum while the 
doctor examined her.

"You're a wonderfully healthy girl, Sandy," the doctor 
said.  She felt certain that was a comment about her 
wetness.  "We'll send these swabs to a lab.  I'll prescribe 
some pills for your throat, and for now I'll prescribe an 
ointment for the fingernail abrasions inside you.  You have 
to get it deep inside, all over inside.  Use a smooth 
dildo.  Coat it well with the ointment and then make sure 
it coats you inside thoroughly; work it all the way into 
you.  Apply it for at least ten minutes, three times a day.  

"Will you be sure and do that Sandy?" he asked.

"Yes," Sandy said, again feeling like a sex slave, obedient 
to his powerful presence.  She almost asked him, do you 
want me to phone you while I do it?

"We should have the lab results back in three days," the 
doctor continued.  "I'll give you another examination then 
to see that you're keeping up the treatment."

Sandy put her underpants on quickly.  They immediately 
became soaked from her still-agitated womanhood.

Afterward, alone at home, Sandy had confused feelings.  It 
had been such a sexy rush!  Did he do it to her 
deliberately?  After a long ponder, she decided to phone 
her mother.

"Mother," Sandy said, "I had a doctor's appointment today, 
with that good-looking doctor I've told you about, and he 
used his fingers in me--you know, up inside me--is that 
normal for a doctor to do?"

"Sandy," her mother said, in a conspiratorial voice, "when 
you're grown up, and after you've been married for a while, 
you may find those kind of doctors' visits to be quite 
nice."

"Mother!" Sandy said reproachfully.  

"You know, Sandy," her mother said puckishly, "you said 
he's a good-looking, unmarried doctor.  Doctors get lonely.  
You're a grown woman now.  Don't miss out on a good thing 
because of shyness."

"Oh, Mother, really!"

However, Sandy thought over her mother's advice.  Maybe 
next time she should lie to him that her nipples were sore, 
get him to examine those?  

But then it was time again for another "treatment."  Sandy 
closed her eyes, eased the coated dildo into her pussy, and 
began new, favorite fantasy, a fantasy about her next 
doctor's visit: "Yes doctor, yes.  I'm sorry I haven't been 
good with the treatments.  Show me again how to do it 
right!"

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on http://www.asstr.org/~pharris/.
