You’ll know about the new doctor in town. I almost came the moment he first spoke to me in my pub, and made certain that he would be my new general practitioner. So, all I needed now was a gynaecological problem, real or imagined.
As usual, my friend Tig gave me the answer in her own, inimitable style. “Sure, if yer want his fingers up yer twat, say that you think you can feel a lump on yer cervix.” Apart from the indignity of having to explain why I wanted an appointment to the harridan of a receptionist (I’ll be paying her back for that later) I secured an appointment and waited.
My name was called and I walked into his consulting room. He welcomed me with a panty-wetting smile and his eyes flashed enticingly. “And what can I do for you today?" he asked. (Bend me over your couch and fuck me until I beg for mercy?) Time for me to put on a demure, shy front and explain. “I think there’s a small lump….er…..inside.”
Although I say it myself, I think I deserved an Oscar for my performance. It struck precisely the right balance between worried and shyness. Questions followed about bleeding between periods or after sex, my cycle, and any other symptoms. Then the magic words, “Well, I’d better examine you. Hop up on the couch and just slip your underwear off. I’ll get a nurse to chaperone us.” Great…a threesome!
I know the practice nurse. She’s 25, and quite cheeky. I like her a lot. Mary (yes, I know….) came into the room and then he felt my tummy all over. Then I heard the snap of latex and the squirt of jelly. Oohhh this was going to feel good. I felt him part my labia and then….ohhhhhhhhhh. Two fingers! He explored every inch of my vagina…or so it felt. He kept his eyes stoically on the wall, but mine drifted between his pants which, I hoped, would show an erection in progress ( they didn’t) and Mary who knew a) there never was anything wrong with me, and b) how much I was enjoying this!
And boy, was I! He asked me to ball my fists up and put them under the small of my back which made me feel like I was bearing down on his fingers. Dr. Scrummy had his fingers up me! I felt him touch my cervix, and that damn near did the job. I really could have cum right there and then. Worse still, I remembered Tig’s words: “Sometimes, when we’re doing intimate examinations, patients do climax. It’s rare but it happens.”
For the first time in my life I found myself not wanting to cum. In fact, I hoped he would finish up inside me soon. He said, “Well, I can’t feel anything wrong at all." His fingers began to withdraw, but I saw Mary look down into the crotch of my panties that lay between my feet and she snapped her eyes back into mine and a broad smile covered her face. At the exact second his fingers left me, I came. Not a massive one, but a definite cum, nonetheless.
I cleaned myself up (that gel gets everywhere, doesn’t it?) and slipped back into my panties. I don’t remember what he said really…something about hormonal changes through the month can cause cervical changes too….important to have regular smear tests…blah blah blah.
On the walk home I imagined I could still feel those fingers inside me, and when I got home, I let Miss Brain replay some of the scenarios I imagined with him. Honestly, he could have me any which way he wanted. I imagined him up my bum, which gave me the most tingly, all-over cum I’ve had for a while.
Emily is back soon. I wonder how she feels about playing Doctor and Nurses?
So….what’s next? Well, I think a boob issue….or perhaps a little rectal bleeding? Tig tells me that if I complain about post-poo rectal bleeding he’ll have to check me for something she called an ‘anal fissure’, and then means a finger up my bum….
Yep. That’ll do!
Oh, one more thing….having noted I was married, he asked if my husband had noticed anything unusual during sex. This gave me the chance to tell him I’m married to another girl, but that I’m bi-sexual….very bi-sexual. He asked how I cope with that, being married and all. So, I told him that by agreement, when I felt I needed heterosexual sex, there was someone I went to. I got a lecture about safe sex, but he showed that wide-eyed interest most guys do when they meet a bi girl.
When I came out as bi in our little community here, I was swamped with questions from guys at school like, “When did you first do it with a girl…..what did you do…..how did you know..?” and what became ‘the BIG one': ”You mean you’ve actually kissed a girl down there?”
Well, what did they think we did? Hold hands?
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