1 comments/ 36658 views/ 1 favorites A Visit to the Gym By: djt_one It took two weeks for the cane marks on Sue's behind to fade. This was not surprising after what had taken place in the headmasters study at the school reunion. Not only had Sue been soundly thrashed, she had also been thoroughly fucked by her old headmaster. All of which had happened while John, her husband had looked on, and at some stages taken part. There was also still the invitation from Mr Beech, the headmaster, for Sue to return to the school for further punishment. Mr Beech had asked John to phone the school and make an appointment for Sue to return. John was unsure what a second visit would entail and discussed it with Sue. Apparently there were a number of teachers who's classes Sue had misbehaved in during her time at the school. However, she did blushingly admit that out of all the teachers she did have a crush on her old gym teacher, Mr Norton. The next morning John phoned the school and asked to be put through to Mr Norton. When he finally got connected he explained that the headmaster had asked him to make an appointment for Sue to return to the school. Mr Norton sounded pleased that John had called and told him to bring Sue to the school that Friday evening at 7pm. He explained that he should park near the new sports hall at the rear of the school and bring Sue to the dance studio. He asked John to ensure that Sue had her gym kit with her as the evening would involve physical activity. That evening John told Sue of the arrangements for Friday. Sue seemed pleased and they then both began to guess as to what Mr Norton had planned. All of the ideas revolved around another caning, and probably another fucking. As the ideas became more extreme so John became more excited, eventually taking Sue of to the bedroom where they fucked vigorously both visualising what might happen on Friday. As it happened all of their plans nearly came to nothing. Sue had a busy day at work and a demanding client kept her in the office until 6.45pm. John had to collect Sue straight from work and drive directly to the school. Neither of them having the chance to change out of their work clothes. The Friday night traffic was slow and they eventually arrived at the school at 7.25pm. John parked near the sports hall and Sue then led him to the dance studio. The building was almost in darkness and looked deserted. As they turned a corner they both nearly bumped into an older man in workman's clothes tending to one of the radiators. Sue gasped as she recognised Mr Buca, the school care taker. He looked up from his work and motioned towards the dance studio, explaining that Mr Norton was there and was not best please at being kept waiting. Sue shivered inside, Mr Buca had always been a creep and the thought of him being around made her more nervous than she already was feeling. As they walked down the final corridor Sue explained this to John, but he seemed unconcerned. As they entered the studio the first thing that John noticed was the full height mirrors along one wall and a small vaulting box placed nearby. Mr Norton was standing by the box reading some papers. He was a tall man, about 35-40 years old, dressed in a track suit which did little to hide his well developed body. John stepped forward and introduced himself while Sue stood a couple of paces behind him. Mr Norton greeted them formally reminding them that they were late, he then told John that Sue should change into her gym kit. John looked at Sue and then back to Mr Norton explaining that they had both been delayed at work and hadn't had a chance to bring the gym kit. Mr Norton frowned then explained that this had often been the case whilst Sue was at school and she had missed gym class as she had no kit. This was the reason she was here tonight to be punished, and the fact she had not brought her kit again only made matters worse. Mr Norton told John that under normal circumstances failing to bring kit or missing class was dealt with by a slippering, but given the repeat nature of the offence, they only alternative was the cane. John nodded his agreement and asked how many strokes would be typical. Rather than giving an answer Mr Norton asked John how many strokes he thought Sue deserved. John turned and looked at Sue who was standing nervously to his side, trying to read her face, not wanting to suggest too higher a number, but equally wanting Mr Norton to be satisfied. After a moment John replied that he felt six strokes should be given for the original offence, a further six for forgetting again tonight. Mr Norton considered John's proposals, then shook his head saying that as John had delayed them both tonight a further six should be added, but that John should give those strokes, making a total of 18. John turned back to Sue who nodded her head in agreement. Mr Norton then told Sue to strip down to her underwear whilst he went to fetch his cane from his office. He turned and left John and Sue alone. Sue looked at John and with a slight shrug of her shoulders began to undress. As she had come straight from work she was wearing formal work clothes, a beige skirt with a crisp white blouse and court shoes. Her underwear was a lilac set John had brought her for Christmas from Victoria's Secret, the bra was simple and the knickers a skimpy lace triangle. Sue had her fair hair pulled back in a plat held with a lilac band. Standing almost naked she looked very sensual, her flat stomach accentuated the swell of her breasts and her pert bum was perfectly framed by her knickers. John looked admiringly at his wife, but he couldn't miss the slight look of apprehension on her face. Mr Norton returned carrying the cane in his hand. It was about 3 feet long and just over a quarter of an inch thick, it looked very similar to one of the canes Mr Beech had used on Sue previously. Mr Norton stood in front of Sue and looked her up and down, it was clear from the evil grin on his face he was looking forward to caning her and what ever else might follow. For the next ten minutes Mr Norton put Sue through a series of strenuous physical exercises, having her stretch and bend one way then the other, jumping, running and squatting. By the end Sue was breathing hard and her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Mr Norton seemed satisfied by her efforts and told her to bend forward over the vaulting box. Sue did as she was told and bent forward over the box, her hands reaching down to the other side, her hips resting on the box and her bottom pushed up and out towards Mr Norton. After fussing with her knickers, pulling them up into the crack of her cheeks he took position to her left hand side and tested his aim with the cane by repeatedly tapping her bottom and adjusting his stance until he was happy he was in the correct position. John watched all of this with mounting excitement, but couldn't understand Mr Norton's fascination with Sue's knickers, they were just a slip of lace and would offer no protection to the cane? Nevertheless, he positioned himself so that he could see Sue from behind, but also using the reflection of the mirrors he could see her face. Mr Norton looked up and John and told him he was ready to begin Sue's caning, he also told John not to interfere with the caning otherwise he would have to repeat the stroke. John eagerly nodded his agreement. And so it began. Mr Norton caned just as hard, if not harder than Mr Beech. The first stroke whipped in landing right in the centre of Sue's bum. The crack of the cane was echoed by the acoustics of the room and Sue gasped. A thin white line appeared which rapidly changed to red, marking where the cane had landed. Number two whipped in as hard just below the first stroke. The third caught Sue on the lower curves and caused her to yelp out loud, but she gamely stayed in position. Mr Norton then moved forward to inspect the first three marks, his hands roaming over the ridge marks, caressing and squeezing. He also teased Sue's legs further apart so that he could slip a finger inside her. She readily responded to this and she pushed her bottom out towards the probing finger. From where John was standing he could see the look of pleasure on Sue's face as Mr Norton expertly brought her from agony to ecstasy. Before Sue was able to reach her peak Mr Norton withdrew his finger, now slick with her juices and resumed his caning position. The next two strokes were given as ruthlessly as the first and Sue could not believe that the hand that had just brought her pleasure could not be causing such pain. As Mr Norton was preparing for the sixth stroke John noticed a face at the door of the studio looking in -- it was Mr Buca, the school caretaker. John stepped forward to tell Mr Norton they were being watched, but in doing so interrupted Mr Norton's swing and the stroke landed diagonally across the previous five causing Sue to cry out and stand up. Mr Norton was furious as John tried to explain what he'd seen at the door. Despite John's protest Mr Norton turned to the door and beckoned Mr Buca into the studio telling him that he could watch what was going on. Mr Norton turned to Sue and told her to bend over again as he was going to repeat the last stroke. Both John and Mr Buca stood and watched as the sixth stroke was repeated. After the stroke Mr Norton again took the opportunity to inspect the vivid welts on Sue's bottom and this time he slipped three fingers inside her, bringing her so close to the release she so desperately wanted, but again stopping short. As John looked enviously he noticed that Mr Buca had one hand in his pocket and was clearly playing with himself. This was also noticed by Mr Norton who asked him to help with the next stage of the caning. He told Mr Buca to remove Sue's bra and knickers and then stand on the opposite side of the vaulting box to make sure she stayed bent over. Mr Buca eagerly stepped forward placing his hands appreciatively on Sue's hips. John wasn't too keen on Mr Buca touching Sue and he was dismayed to see that rather than slipping down her knickers he had taken hold of the thin material and with both hands had simply snapped the lace at both sides, pulling the torn shred from her body. Mr Buca brought the material to his nose and inhaled, he had a lecherous grin on his face. He then turned his attention to the bra and rather than simply undoing it at the rear he managed to grope and squeeze Sue's breasts before finally removing the garment. After stuffing the knickers and bra into his pocket he took up position on the other side of the box, his groin level with Sue's head. John watched all of this, but was not prepared for what happened next. Mr Norton turned to John and said that to allow a better, more free cane swing, he would strip before giving Sue the next six strokes. Without further question Mr Norton then quickly slipped off his track suit and trainers, revealing a firm toned body, and even though not erect, a sizeable penis. Sue was able to see this in the mirrors of the dance studio and she was clearly focusing on Mr Norton's penis. John wasn't sure if he saw her lick her lips? However, the moment passed and the now naked Mr Norton took up position behind Sue and prepared to resume the caning. And so it began again. Sue wasn't sure if it was because as Mr Norton had indicated, being naked allowed a better swing, or if he was just caning harder, but the next three strokes were certainly harder than the first six. She could also see in the reflection of Mr Norton, that as he gave each stroke he gradually became more erect. So by the time he paused after the ninth stroke he had a massive erection that was swinging almost as wildly as his cane. This time when Mr Norton inspected his handwork he didn't try to slip his fingers into Sue, he simply grasped both her cheeks and held then apart as he introduced the large swollen purple helmet of his cock to her pussy lips. He casually wiped himself on her before forcing his helmet just inside her lips, then holding her hips he eased himself slowly into her. Sue cried out as she felt herself being penetrated by this huge member. It wasn't just long, it was the width that Sue was struggling to accommodate and she desperately tried to relax to allow Mr Norton to get inside her. John stepped closer to see his wife being taken by Mr Norton. He could see that he had now slipped his entire length in her and that as he withdrew his cock it with slick with her juices. Mr Buca had also pulled down his trousers around his ankles and was trying to force his cock into Sue's mouth. For her part Sue was trying to avoid taking him into her mouth. As John watch Mr Norton fuck Sue he suddenly realised they weren't using a condom. The whole thing had happened so fast he hadn't had time to ask. But as quickly has it had begun, so it ended. Without ejaculating Mr Norton pulled out from Sue, again leaving her perilously close to her own orgasm. Mr Norton picked up the cane and took up position again to deliver the final three strokes. Strokes 10, 11 and 12 were given with the same ferocity as the last and by the end Sue's bum was crossed with angry red cane marks. John wasn't sure what was going to happen next as he'd been told that he would give the final six strokes. In answer to his unasked question, Mr Norton turned to John and told him that he would give Sue the final six strokes, but only after both he and Mr Buca had finished with Sue. With that he turned away and grasping Sue's hips thrust himself into her. Mr Buca had also succeeded in getting his cock into Sue's mouth and between them they fucked Sue from both ends whilst she lay slumped over the vaulting box. John looked on disconsolately as both men roughly pumped in and out of his wife. Mr Buca came first, holding Sue's head and pulling her hair with both hands as he squirted his load into her mouth, forcing her to swallow before finally letting go. Mr Norton sped his thrusts as he got closer to coming. Sue was gasping and also pushing back, trying to grip his cock and time her orgasm with his. The both exploded together, Sue with a shriek, Mr Norton with a groan. John watched from behind as Mr Norton flexed and tensed as he released his load. Almost immediately Mr Norton pulled his dripping cock from Sue, and John was rewarded with the sight of her gaping pussy leaking cum, which dribbled down her inner thighs. Mr Norton motioned to John that he should clear the mess from between her legs. John dropped to his knees as he began to lick the cum from around Sue's pussy. This was something John often did when he had fucked Sue, but he had never eaten another man's cum. With the skilful use of his tongue John was able to not only clear the cum, but also bring Sue to another powerful orgasm. He stood up and turned to Mr Norton, who despite only just having cum still had a powerful erection. Mr Norton told John that the final six strokes of the cane should be given on Sue's lower bottom and thighs. Between them they placed Sue on her back on the vaulting box with her legs bent almost double towards her head. Fortunately Sue's flexibility helped with the position, but both Mr Norton and Mr Buca stationed themselves by her head and held her feet in position. John picked up the cane and stood to one side so he would have a clear swing at Sue's bottom and thighs. From this position he could clearly see Sue's face and the traces of cum around her mouth where Mr Buca had face fucked her. And so it began for the final time. John's first stroke landed at the top of her thighs, but it was not as forceful as Mr Norton's had been. John had struck lightly as he knew this area was more tender for Sue. Mr Norton looked disapproving and told John he must strike harder. The second stroke landed below the first and was no harder, but it still made Sue gasp out. However, Mr Norton was not satisfied and told John to switch positions with Mr Buca. He reluctantly gave Mr Buca the cane and took his place by Sue's head. Mr Buca looked very pleased with himself, not only had he cum in Sue's mouth he was now going to cane her. He carefully positioned himself so he could strike hard enough to please Mr Norton, drew the cane back over his shoulder and whipped it down as hard as he could. The cane landed with a solid whack just on the crease of Sue's bum and legs. She yelped out as Mr Norton nodded his approval. Mr Buca was not skilled in the delivery of the cane and he simply caned as hard as he could, spreading the next five strokes all over Sue's bum and thighs. By the eighteenth stroke Sue was gasping, trying hard to control herself, her bottom on fire. But at least it was over, she had managed to take the caning. Mr Buca looked disappointed that his six strokes were now over and looked expectantly at Mr Norton. John was concerned as to what might happen next as he though Sue was at her limit. Mr Norton also seemed to sense this and told Mr Buca that the caning was over. But he added, as a reward for caning hard he could also fuck Sue. Sue started to complain, but Mr Norton slapped her face and told her to do what she was told. With that Mr Buca got hold of Sue's well caned legs pulled them apart and draped them over his shoulders. He shuffled forwards pushing himself into Sue. His cock was not as large as Mr Norton's, but with the added friction of her tender thighs rubbing on his body Sue was soon whimpering with his every thrust. Still standing by her head Mr Norton grasped his cock with one hand and Sue's head with the other. He then worked his cock into her mouth making her suck him. Not wishing to be left out, John pushed his trousers and pants down and began to vigorously wank himself over Sue's face. Whilst he watch Sue suck on Mr Norton's cock John saw her eyes suddenly widen with shock. He turned to and saw that Mr Buca was now ass fucking Sue. In moments the sweating mass of pumping bodies all reached their climax. Mr Norton pulled his cock from Sue's mouth and shot load after load of sticky cum over her neck and breasts, John followed suit, pumping his load onto Sue's face and hair. With a grunt, Mr Buca pulled himself from Sue's ass and shot his cum over her pussy and stomach. All three men stood back and looked at the panting cum soaked woman in front of them. There seemed to be cum dripping from everywhere, and you could clearly see the fresh cane marks on the edge of her bottom and thighs where it had wrapped around. Mr Norton and Mr Buca quickly dressed. Mr Norton told John to phone the school for another appointment, this time with Ms Pascal, the French teacher. With that both men left, leaving John and Sue alone in the dance studio. John picked up the remains of Sue's clothing from the floor, remembering that Mr Buca had taken her underwear. He handed Sue her blouse which she put on over her cum drenched chest. The cum immediately began to seep thought as she carefully pulled on her skirt over her ravaged behind. Stepping into her shoes she turned to face John who was now fully dressed. John looked at Sue, her hair now matted with cum, cum stains on her blouse and in the reflection in the mirror he could see cane marks on her thighs. She had been severely caned and thoroughly fucked by two other men, but she was still his wife and they walked from the room arm in arm. A Visit To The Gynaecologist Helen sat in the waiting room at the gynaecologist's office, waiting for her appointment with Dr Alice Sorensen. She was a quite worried lady and found herself reflecting how the hell she had come to be here. She was 47 and married to Don. She was 5ft 2in with short black hair, dark brown eyes, 32b breasts, very pretty and a slim figure. Helen was definitely what seemed to be called a milf nowadays, but she was one with a difference. Helen was not your usual hot, sexy, horny cougar type older woman that was the focus of so many horny thoughts, had by the male population of the world. She was desirable in a detached, demure, aloof sort of way, her appeal more of an untouchable, sultry remoteness that made you want her but not in an "I have to fuck her" sort of way. Her allure was classy, not raunchy. Helen wasn't a woman you lusted after, she was a woman you fell in love with. She found herself in this position because of an absolute aberration on her part. For 23 years she had been married to Don and had been faithful throughout. Don was a lawyer. He earned the sort of money that gave her a very comfortable lifestyle and meant she didn't have to work. For that Don expected her to devote a certain amount of her time to looking good for him and being the dutiful wife. She didn't disappoint. However one fateful night after way too much to drink at a party that Don didn't attend, she found herself in a situation with a man she had only met that night. The reckless out of character action she took that night cost her plenty. Her fidelity was thrown away for virtually nothing, as all it entailed for her, was kissing in the corner while he fumbled around in her panties. He then pulled them to one side, entered her a little too roughly. With Helen not being really ready for this, and her vagina not expanding in anticipation, he reached her cervix causing her pain. A few minutes of thrusting, a short grunted climax, a pulling up of trousers and he was gone. "My proud record of fidelity gone - for THAT." That was only the start of Helen's problems. Her first concern was that her husband having had a vasectomy, had meant she had not used birth control for years. At her age she was having irregular periods and thought she probably couldn't conceive anyway. That was irrelevant though, the fact is she had sex with a guy and it never crossed her mind about condoms, with a monogamous marriage to a man firing blanks, it was just something she had never had to consider. In the ensuing period of weeks her menstrual cycle was due. This came and went with no period happening. "Is this an irregular cycle or something far worse" she thought. After a trip to her GP, and the subsequent tests, Helen had at least one problem solved, she wasn't pregnant. However she was still sore at the top of her vagina and was now starting to fear a STD. This would be a disaster, as she may be able to hide it from her husband if they hadn't had sexual contact, but they had been quite active in that department over the last couple of weeks, and if she had it then.............. Disease or no disease, if Don found out about her infidelity she would be finished. Money, lifestyle, everything. She was his and no one else's. Her GP recommended that she visit her gynaecologist to further investigate the problems she was having and said he would forward his report to Dr Sorensen at the clinic. Helen needed the appointment as a matter of urgency, given the time that was passing. She pleaded with the appointments secretary to try fit her in somehow. The secretary put Helen on hold and went to consult Dr Sorensen. When she returned she told Helen that there was a possibility, that if she could come in at the end of clinic hours the following day, Dr Sorensen would see her privately after closing hours. "Oh thank you very much" said Helen. "I will be there promptly at six o'clock." She arrived at the clinic at five fifty, checked in at reception and took her seat in the waiting room. While she was waiting, Helen noticed a little commotion within the staff; she was still wondering what was going on when the receptionist told her the gynaecologist would see her now. On entering the Doctors room Helen noticed that Dr Sorensen wasn't at her desk, where she had been every single time before. "Ah Mrs Miller" said the medical orderly. "Please take a seat, Dr Sorensen has been called away to an emergency, as you probably heard out in the corridor, but don't worry Dr Taylor is still on the premises and will take good care of you." Helen was waiting in the Doctors room when in walked Dr Matthew Taylor, one of her husbands golfing friends. Although he wasn't a really good friend of Don's, Helen was still well acquainted with Matthew through functions and parties etc. She had known him long enough, and been in his company often enough, to know he was a gynaecologist, but had never heard which practice he was with. Matthew wasn't a particularly big man, he stood about 5ft 9in with a medium build. He had black wavy hair, was clean shaven and tanned. He was quite handsome without being a hunk type of guy, if fact the first thing you notice about him was his quite large hands. Once while sitting round the pool drinking wine, Helen and her friends had once joked about his big hands. "You know what they say, "Big hands, big......" they giggled. "Oh Helen it's you." said Dr Taylor. "It didn't quite register in my mind when I saw the name on Dr Sorensen's list, how are you and how is Don?" "Oh Hi Matthew" said Helen suddenly a little flustered and panicky. "We are both well, look I think there is no need for you to stay late on my account and I really don't think it would be right if you conducted my examination, us being acquainted" Helen started towards the door stooping to pick up her belongings. Matthew had admired Helen from afar for a number of years; she was so seductive and captivating. Although there had been no encouragement and he knew she was 'out of his league' he thought of her often and in an instant he knew if he let her walk out of the door, without him having the chance to 'examine' her he would regret it for years. As Helen's hand grasped the doorknob Matthew did something he was not proud of. "I see from your notes you have recently had a pregnancy test, and now want a STD test. I know from chats with Don that he has had a vasectomy, what does he think to all this?" It was a subtle but still obvious threat, a mere suggestion that he could deny, if any trouble arose from this, yet still plain as day in it's meaning to Helen. Matthew took Helen by the arm and led her back into the room, stealthily locking the door behind him. "Look Helen, if you have a problem, which you obviously have, I am a dedicated, conscientious, professional gynaecologist, so don't be silly let me deal with your trouble and no one need ever know why you was here." Helen realised his meaning as obvious, and her options as zero. She submitted to an examination. "For Gods sake he's a gynaecologist" she told herself, "He does this all day long, just get it done." "How long is it since your last full check up." asked Matthew. "It's about a year." answered Helen. "We better do a full examination then, in addition to checking out your pain problem." said Matthew. "We can do the pelvic exam and Pap smear to check everything is still normal." Helen's heart sank, she knew what the full annual check-up entailed, but at the same time she knew that IF he was going to do her examination it made sense to have a full medical at the time. "Please take off your blouse Helen and we can get started." Helen took off her blouse and stood in her bra. She would have chosen one other then the lacy, black, half cup she was wearing now, if she had had any idea who she would be in this situation with. Matthew tried to put her at ease by explaining what he was doing at each stage. He started by taking Helen's blood pressure. "110 over 75 that's very good Helen, now let me listen to your heart." The Dr put the stethoscope high up on her left breast above her bra and listened, he then moved around behind her at listened to her lungs. "Everything seems ok there, would you mind taking off your bra and sitting on the bed over there please." Helen didn't hesitate, once she had decided to do this she thought it best to act normally. She sat on the bed her small breasts, still hard and uplifted even at her age, her pink nipples jutting out as though they were just inviting attention. The Dr put his hand over one breast and started to make circular motions with his finger tips, feeling for any lumps or abnormalities. He kneaded the breast thoroughly satisfying himself they were in perfect condition. "Oh they were perfect alright." he thought. He did this on each breast and examined the nipple area also. Helen's nipples hardened involuntarily. "My god I have Helen Millers breasts is my hand." he thought. Matthew quickly dispelled these thoughts, telling himself to remain professional; the memories of this day would stay with him forever as long as he did nothing stupid. He found nothing untoward with her breasts. "Can you please take off your skirt and your shoes and lie flat on the bed please." was the next instruction. Helen complied and lay back in just her panties. Panties that she would NOT have worn had she known Dr Sorensen was not to do the examination. They were black, lacy and VERY scanty. "I will now examine your stomach area for any signs of trouble Helen, please tell me immediately if anything hurts." Matthew began at her ribcage and moved down her stomach, feeling all parts of her abdomen, pressing in with his fingers. Matthew had deliberately let Helen keep her panties on, because that was standard practice and he didn't want to alarm her by being in a rush to expose her. He now said. "I just need to ease your pants down slightly." He pulled them down only a few inches to bare her lower abdomen more. An action which made the top line of her pubic bush reveal itself. The Dr continued his examination, hardly able to take his eyes off the neat tuft of hair that was exposed. "Everything seems ok there, I now need you to remove your panties and lay back down please." Helen hooked her fingers into her panties and lowered them down her thighs. She raised her knees and drew them off her ankles. and dropped them on the stool next to the bed. She lowered her legs back down and lay still. Her tight, black, pubic hair on show to this man. Matthew had examined hundreds if not thousands of women, and remained totally detached (but they were not Helen Miller were they) He usually saw the vast majority with perfectly smooth, either shaved or waxed pussies. Helen was different; it was so nice to see a woman with a nice manicured triangle of hair. Hair was making a comeback he had heard and was now becoming fashionable again. He remembered boozy conversations with mates over the years, and remembered saying. "I don't really care if a woman is smooth or natural, I'll take it as it comes." He thought that was never as true as now, Helen could have an orange Mohican down there for all he cared, and he would still feel like he did about her. "I now need to examine your external vulva and perform a bi-manual examination, would you please raise you knees to your bottom and open your legs." Matthew took his time; he took Helen's outer labia between thumb and forefinger, checking for nodules or irregularities. He then examined her smooth perfect pink inner labia moving the lips from side to side to check in all the creases. He took her sensitive lips in his fingers and felt for anything out of the ordinary. "Can she feel my hands shaking." he wondered. He was having to be careful; at this time his conduct had been what would be considered normal. Inside he was electrified, this was so exciting. Helen tried to treat the manipulation of her private parts dispassionately, when she felt the Doctor ease back her clitoral hood to examine the small pink bud she cringed with embarrassment. If she had had a mirror, she could've seen her face was as crimson as her labia was becoming. "If I couldn't have Dr Sorensen, then a total stranger would be preferable to this." She thought to herself. She also knew, through nearly 30 years experience of gyno exams, that it was far from over. Matthew put some lubrication onto his gloved hand and informed Helen "I now need to do the bi-manual part of the exam; I will insert two fingers into your vagina and feel your ovaries through the abdomen." He slowly worked his lubricated fingers into her vagina and placed his other hand on her lower stomach just above her pubic hair line. Helen felt Matthew's large fingers opening her inner lips. She squirmed as his fingers slowly slid inside her vagina. Once he had let Helen relax after the invasion, he moved his fingers around inside her, pushing up her ovaries and womb so, he could feel them with his other hand pushing inwards on her abdomen. "This is what you get for screwing around like a drunken slut." she admonished herself. At this time, she was having a surprisingly successful time of controlling her emotions and keeping any excess arousal in check. A certain amount of arousal was quite normal; she had got quite turned on in the past when Dr Sorensen had done this, so she saw no particular danger signs now just because she was getting very wet. "Can you please roll over onto all fours please Helen, I need to examine your anus and take a swab." Helen obeyed, Matthew flustered. In the knees to chest position her vagina splayed open for him to see, Matthew changed his gloves, re-lubricated his fingers and pushed his index finger into her ass. He felt the walls of her rectum for nodules and growths, finding none he withdrew his finger and took a swab from just inside her puckered little hole. Helen had never been into anal sex, but even so, it was mildly pleasant and a little erotic feeling his large finger in there. She was very, very relieved at the Dr's next statement. He was very very disappointed to have to make it, but he had to remain professional. "I don't think we need a transvaginal ultrasound at this time." "Thank God for that." Helen thought, "The last thing I need is this guy sticking what would just be like a glorified vibrator in my pussy and wiggling it around!" Matthew asked Helen to stand up from the bed and to stand on the scales; he took her height 5ft 2in and her weight 51kgs. "Could you please sit on the gyno chair for me and put you feet in the stirrups" Were the words she knew was coming, but still didn't want to hear them. Helen climbed into the chair and raised her legs into the stirrups. For all the indignities she was to suffer, both up to this point, and what was still to come, this very moment was the worst. This was the 'whole shooting match' to Helen. Laid back her legs spread wide apart, her vagina totally open and exposed in the most degrading and humiliating fashion, whilst a friend of her husband and her, stood between her legs in a dominant position gazing intently between her legs. Matthew, re-gloved and re-lubricated pulled up his small mobile stool and sat himself at her vagina. His tray of instruments beside him. "Now Helen lets get down to business and have a look at what actually brought you here." It was then that it happened. The proximity of the nakedness this woman was all too much for a man who had longed for her so long, with hardly being aware of what he was doing, and having done it before he realised, Matthew leant forward and placed a very delicate and tender kiss on Helen's smooth, pink, inner lips. It was like an electric shock, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Was the words Helen screamed, but only in her head. Outwardly she looked at him shocked but stayed silent. The kiss was a one-peck, three-second, very gentle and tender kiss, which took her back with its affectionate nature. Matthew looked at Helen, the full realization of what he had just done hit him. Helen looked at Matthew, the full realization of what he had just done hit her. Neither spoke, the moment passed and it was as though an unspoken thought passed between them. "That never happened." Almost telepathically they thought. "We will never speak of that again - put it out of our minds as a one-off aberration neither of us can afford to make an issue of." Matthew was flustered, but regained composure. "I need to examine your urethral opening and I am going to use a single blade speculum to open this to me." He put gel on the metal object and inserted it into Helen's vagina. He pulled the speculum downwards which exposed the little hole and then took a swab. Helen was now distracted, she heard Matthew say something about a larger speculum to open the walls of her vagina. "Oh that kiss." she thought. Matthew inserted the speculum then turned it from it's inverted position to a normal position, opened the blades and locked them. He could see her innermost depths. "I am now going to examine the vagina both to check it's condition relating to your overall health and to check if there is any sign of infection or a STD." He turned on the light and leant forward. He looked into her vagina and carried out the usual checks. After a few minutes she was so pleased to hear him say, "There is no sign of any pathological changes and no sign of any disease." "Oh that kiss." she thought. "It looks to me like the cervix is a little inflamed and sore, as though it has taken a bang of some sort." Helen felt very embarrassed, but still managed to bring herself to tell him that the intercourse she had with a man was quite forceful and done when she wasn't really ready. "That is the cause of the pain you are having, I would suggest, however I need to take a swab from your cervix for analysis, but I wouldn't worry too much, I will just do the pap smear for analysis also." Helen felt so relieved, her indiscretion hadn't got her pregnant, she had not contacted any disease, and all was well in her general health. "Oh that kiss." "There is just one more examination to carry out then you are done." said Matthew. "I need to do a rectovaginal exam to check the septum has no irregularities." She watched him change gloves, lubricate then approach her again. He placed his middle finger at the entrance to her anus and his index finger at her vagina. "When I push my fingers in, please bear down as this will relax the rectum." Helen felt the fingers entering her two holes at the same time, these fingers then manoeuvred around inside her causing a little discomfort (in more ways that one). "Oh that gentle, tender kiss." When Matthew had finished the examination, he took of his gloves and told Helen she could get down from the chair and get dressed. It was at that point he looked her in the eyes, something he probably hadn't done since immediately after kissing her labia. Helen returned his gaze. Somehow without a word being spoken, something subconsciously passed between them. They both KNEW what the other felt. Matthew moved in closer between Helen's legs, he reached for the cord to his scrubs. He pulled the cord open and let the garment fall to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. Helen gazed at him and slowly lowered her eyes to his groin. He was large and uncircumcised. Still without a word passing between them Matthew took his hard cock in his hand and put the head against Helen's beautiful wet lips. He entered her easily. A Visit To The Gynaecologist Helen felt the large cock opening her up, she felt the cock touching the places down the length of her vagina that Matthew's fingers had touched moments ago. With Helen's legs still in the stirrups of the gynaecology chair, bent slightly back, spread open and wide, his pubic hair meshed with hers, he was in her up to the hilt. "All those years of faithfulness, only to fall twice within weeks." Helen thought. Although she knew this was different than before. She had never had a man examine and do all the things to her that Matthew had done, his manipulation of her genital area and her intimate places had aroused her to a certain point, but "Oh that kiss." Had changed everything completely. "Now THIS was worth sacrificing my fidelity for." Matthew kept pulling all the way out of her; they were both loving the feeling of him, not just being inside her, but the act of entering her. It was like he was taking her for the first time over and over again. Helen enjoyed the wonderful, full feeling of her pussy and felt the inevitable orgasm starting to rise. Matthew would have given anything to last a long time. Never again would he be in this position with this gorgeous woman. He wanted to enter her again and again all day long but the laws of biology would not be denied. They came together. Helen shuddering wildly as the intense climax rocked her, and Matthew feeling his semen flooding her, covering her cervix, clinging to the walls of her pussy. They both came down from their orgasm's slowly. Helen's breathing and heaving breasts slowly decreasing, and Matthew's heart rate returning to normal. Still not a word was spoken between them. Helen looked down and watched as Matthew very reluctantly withdrew his diminishing cock from her. As the head left her, her vagina closed up and a very large amount of his semen flowed from her. It was lucky she lay on a paper covering on the chair, as it ran down between the cheeks of her bum onto the bed. Matthew picked up a roll of paper towel that patients used to clean themselves of lubricating gel and handed it to Helen. She removed her legs from the stirrups and lowered herself from the chair. Helen stood legs slightly apart and knees slightly bent and used the paper towel to clean herself. "Oh my God." she thought. "A man coming inside me was what got me here in the first place, I got away with that, and here I am again for God's sake." The vision of Helen Miller wiping her pussy clean of HIS cum was as wonderful a sight as any other he had seen so far. He watched her as she dressed; hating the fact she was covering her body from his gaze. When she was dressed, they looked at each other and both spoke for the first time since they started to make out. "Look Helen I......" "Matthew we mustn't ever......." They spoke simultaneously, and then laughed nervously and slightly embarrassingly. The two said no more, there was no need. This was to be a one-off happening, never to be repeated or spoken of again. Matthew watched Helen longingly as she left the office, as she left the building she thought "Oh that kiss." And started to think, "Now a man had ejaculated in her again, she might have to return for another check up after all". A Visit to the Gynecologist Alisha Taylor walked up to the reception desk at the small clinic in her area. She had decided that it was time to start looking for a sexual relationship in her life and if she was going to do that, she wanted to be on some kind of birth control. "Excuse me." She said to the older gentleman behind the desk. "I have an appointment with Dr. Morgan." The gentleman let his eyes drift over her halter top and mini skirt. Alisha had always been proud of her body. At 5'5" and about 125lbs, with medium sized tits. She thought her hair and eyes were her best features though. She had long dirty blonde hair that hung down her back to her waist and sea green eyes. All through high school, she had been complimented on the way her eyes changed color with her mood. "Yes ma'am." The man said in a bored voice. "If you will just have a seat, he will be with you in a moment." She watched him pull her chart from the shelf, and then sat down to wait to be called. She had been waiting about 10 minutes when her name was called. She followed a nurse to one of the exam rooms, went through the weight and blood pressure exam then she was left alone to change into one of the hospital gowns. She had always hated these things. They made her feel exposed. She stripped out of her clothes then cringed as she wrapped the paper gown around her body. She thought about tying it then decided not to since the doctor would more n likely want to do a breast exam. She looked around the room then sat down on the bed to wait. She didn't have to wait long. She had been sitting there about 5 minutes when Dr. Jeffrey Morgan knocked on the door then opening it, walked into the room looking at her chart. When he looked at her, he smiled. "Hello, Alisha. My name is Dr. Morgan and I understand you want to be placed on birth control." Alisha's eyes moved over his body, and she had a hard time hiding her interest. As her breasts tightened against her chest while her pussy began leaking like a faucet. Jeffrey was 6'2", about 190lbs with chestnut brown hair and green eyes. She shook his hand while she smiled at him, watching him moving over to a stool. "Yes. I am thinking about looking for a sexual relationship and want to be prepared." He lowered his eyes like he was looking at her chart, while in fact he was checking out her body enclosed in the gown. Jeffrey liked being an OBGYN, because he had loads of fun fucking his patients. He licked his lips as he thought about burying his hard cock into this little morsel. After he had his fill, he did look at her chart. "I see you are 22, have you ever had sexual intercourse Alisha?" He asked putting her chart on the counter beside him while he lifted his eyes to hers. She shook her head. "No...I haven't found anyone I wanted to give my virginity to." He smiled. "You just have sweetheart." He thought to himself as he stood up. He quickly washed his hands then moved towards the bed she was sitting on. He never let a virgin leave his office untouched if he could help it. "Why don't you lie down and we will do the exam." She smiled at him, and then lay down on her back on the bed. He pulled her up a bit so he could slip the gown out from behind her then pushed her down onto her back on the bed.. He lowered the front of her gown until her breasts were open to his gaze. Jeffrey knew that most doctors would put his/her hands under the gown to give a modicum of privacy. Jeffrey liked to look at his patients though. Alisha didn't think anything of it; she had had breast exams where some doctors exposed her breasts while others didn't. She did close her eyes as his hands moved over her flesh almost in a caress. "Hm...Nice," He said under his breath as he moved his hands over her supposedly looking for lumps. When he pinched a nipple, Alisha opened her eyes looking at him but he just smiled, and then continued the exam. "When was your last period Alisha?" He asked moving over to pick up her chart. She lifted the gown back up over her. "About 2 weeks ago." She replied watching the way his butt moved, tightly encased in his scrubs. Jeffrey made a notation in her chart, and then turned back towards her. "Well I didn't feel any lumps or anything. I think we can move on to the vaginal exam." Alisha groaned and cringed as she moved down on the bed, placing her feet in the stirrups while her ass sat on the small table coming out from the end. She had always hated these things. Feeling the metal shoved up her pussy was always uncomfortable. Plus the latex gloves the doctors always wore usually chafed her delicate skin. She closed her eyes again as she waited for the torture to begin. Her eyes flew open suddenly when she felt not the metal object slide up inside her but his fingers instead; his bare fingers. "Dr. Morgan." She gasped in surprise. Jeffrey stared at the bare pussy in front of his face and his mouth watered. He saw a bit of her juices clinging to her lips covering her slit and had to force himself not to lick it up. He lifted his eyes to hers as he slowly spread her pussy open with his fingers then slid 2 fingers inside her well. When she gasped he didn't respond; just pushed his fingers further into her while slowly stretching her out. Alisha couldn't hold back the moan that left her lips. Jeffrey smiled as he moved his face close to her pussy. He made it seem like he was looking for any abnormalities while in actuality he inhaled her female scent. He pressed his nose against her clit as if to see closer while he rubbed it back and forth gently. "Ohhh," Alisha moaned. Jeffrey smiled again. He moved his fingers in and out of her slowly as if trying to stretch her out more. What he did next though, Alisha knew was not part of any exam. "Well, looks good down here to." He said against her pussy. He pulled his fingers back feeling her pussy tighten around them. Then he darted out his tongue and ran it lightly over her clit. "Dr. Morgan." Alisha cried half sitting up. "Shhhh, I won't hurt you." He said against her pussy. He lifted his free hand and gently pushed her back down as he licked her clit again. "I don't...Ooooh." Jeffrey licked her clit faster. "Think you should...Oh my." She cried as he pushed his fingers slowly in and out of her. "Should be doing...oh god...." He flicked his tongue even faster over her clit then bit down lightly on it. "That." She finally got out as she pushed her pussy closer to his face. Jeffrey just chuckled against her and started suckling her ferociously as he went to town on her snatch. "Oh Oh, Dr. Morgan, I don't think we should be doing this." She protested even as her hips moved and she felt his hand move up under her gown until he cupped her bare breast. He moved his hand over her breast while he continued to devour her pussy with his mouth. "MMMM," was all the answer she got. He went more forcefully at her pussy. He sucked hard on her clit, biting it occasionally while he slammed three fingers in and out of her. He started to maul her breast, squeezing the nipple painfully. "AGH!" Alisha cried out at the pain just as she started cumming. "I'm cumming. Dr. Morgan." She cried as she sprayed her pussy juices all over his thrusting fingers. Jeffrey pulled his fingers out of her pussy replacing it with his mouth, slurping up all her juices, while he dug his tongue deep inside her. Jeffrey kept his mouth locked on her pussy until he made sure he had gotten every last drop then he finally pulled away. Alisha lay back on the bed panting and trying to catch her breath with her eyes closed. Jeffrey watched her for a minute, then standing up; he pulled his pants down around his hips so his 6-inch cock was standing out in front of him. He moved up by her head and pressed it gently against her cheek. She opened her eyes while she turned her head. "I don't think..." She started to say, but was cut off when he pushed his hard cock into her mouth. "MMM...Suck it baby. No one will know." He purred as he stroked her hair and slowly fucked her face. She looked up at him, not moving, just letting him slowly fuck her face. She knew this was wrong but at the same time, she was excited. She had been looking for a sexual relationship and here was one for the taking... Plus she did like the feel of his cock in her mouth. Jeffrey continued slowly fucking her mouth, whimpering slightly every time his cock brushed over her tongue. Finally he realized that she wasn't sucking on him and looked down at her. He saw her wide eyes and smiled. Some of his other patients were like this in the beginning. Not sure how to react. Now all of them willingly opened their legs for him. He continued smiling as he reached between her spread legs, gently brushing his finger over her clit. Alisha groaned around his cock as pleasure coursed through her. Looking up at Jeffrey again, she lowered her eyes and started softly sucking on him. "Yes baby, that's it. Suck on my cock and then I'll give you a special gift." He sighed as he continued stroking her clit and slowly feeding her his length. "Mmmmm," Alisha moaned pressing her pussy up against his hand as she sucked harder on his cock. When he pushed it down towards her throat, she held him in her mouth while she looked up into his eyes. She had never had a cock in her mouth before and didn't know anything about deep throating. Jeffrey looked down at her. "Just swallow baby, let me slide down into your beautiful throat." He ran his hand slightly over her neck. Alisha kept her eyes on him, as she did as he suggested. She was startled when she felt his cock slide into her throat. She breathed hard through her nose as she let her muscles caress him. "OOOOHHH!" Jeffrey cried as he felt her throat muscles massage him. He flicked her clit harder and started ramming his cock in and out of her mouth as he tangled his hand in her hair. Unsure what to do about this, Alisha just lay still letting him fuck her face. "OH GOD! I've gotta stop." He groaned slowing down his strokes until he was finally pulling his cock from her mouth. "Don't wanna cum yet." He said smiling down at the look of confusion on her face. He patted her face lightly, and then pulled a condom out of his coat pocket, ripping open the package; he slipped it down over his hard cock. Alisha smiled as she watched him put on the condom. "Are you gonna fuck me now Dr. Morgan?" She asked as he moved down between her legs. Jeffrey's smile grew. "Yes I am sweetheart." He positioned the tip of his cock against her pussy lips then slowly pushed it inside. "I'm gonna fuck you so good." He pushed a bit more inside her. "UGH." She groaned as she felt him slowly fill her. When she felt him hit the proof of her virginity, she whimpered in pain. Jeffrey just pulled back out a bit, then pressed back in as he moved his hand roughly over her clit. "Oh...Agh...Yes..." Alisha cried softly as she lifted her hips feeling her orgasm rising around her. "Oh god, don't stop, I'm gonna cum." When Jeffrey felt her convulse around him, he slammed forward with his hips, burying himself completely inside her. "OH!" She moaned as she looked at him wide eyed. The pain hadn't been bad, it was more surprise then anything. "Its okay baby, it won't hurt anymore." He murmured as he took her legs off the stirrups wrapping them around his waist, then leaned down over her, bracing his arms on either side of her as he started fucking her slowly. "Your pussy is so tight." He murmured pressing his face against her breast, then taking a nipple into his mouth. Alisha wrapped her arms around his neck, the pain was gone and his cock was sending shivers through her body as he slowly pushed in and out of her. "Oh Dr. Morgan, your cock feels so good." She moaned against his hair. "I love your pussy sweetheart." He said moving his mouth off her nipple. Lifting his head, he took her mouth with his as he started fucking her faster. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and moaned as her tongue ran over his. He moved faster and harder inside her. They were moving so quickly that the bed was shaking but neither one of them noticed. They were so lost in each other. "Oh fuck meeee...Dr. Morgan." Alisha cried running her nails down his back as she pushed up with her hips. "Oh god, Alisha, I'm gonna cum." Jeffrey cried fucking her even faster as he mauled her breasts with his hands. "Oh don't cum yet. I'm so close." Alisha cried. She could feel her orgasm building. Unfortunately, her pussy was so tight that Jeffrey couldn't hold back anymore. He started shooting hard inside the condom. "No...Don't stop now." Alisha cried trying to keep his softening cock from leaving her body. "I'm sorry. Baby, your pussy is so hot, I couldn't help myself." He panted kissing her gently then sliding off the bed. "But I'm still horny." Alisha cried pulling at her pussy. Jeffrey smiled down at her, then moving her fingers out of the way; he slipped three fingers inside her, finger fucking her furiously as he sat down and sucked on her clit. "Oh...I'm gonna cum." Alisha cried humping hard against Jeffrey's face. Jeffrey kept sucking and fingering her through her orgasm and into another one. By this time, he was hard again. He put on another condom, and then pulled her down so she was leaning against the table, her ass pressed out towards him. He ripped the paper gown from her body as he slipped into her from behind and started fucking her slowly as he reached around and caressed her breasts. "This time will be better baby." He crooned in her ear as he fucked her. "Oh Dr. Morgan," Alisha moaned pressing back against him. He nibbled at her neck as he kept his strokes, long and slow. Pushing himself completely into her only to pull back then push back in for more. "Call me Jeffrey baby." He moaned against her ear as she tightened her body around him. Alisha rested her hands on the bed before her while she hung her head. She pushed her ass back against his thrusting cock, pulling him deeper into her body. She felt his fingers pulling gently at her nipples. "Oh Jeffrey," She sighed enjoying his slow fucking. "Fuck me. It feels so good." Jeffrey moved closer to her. His legs were on the outside of hers while he pressed his body tightly against her back. "I'm gonna make you cum with my hard cock baby." He growled as he lengthened his strokes. "Then I'm gonna make you cum again and again." Alisha groaned, closing her eyes at his words as she felt him move faster inside her. "Oh fuck...Yes...Fuck me...I'm gonna cum." She squealed slamming her body tightly against his. Jeffrey gripped her hips, holding her tightly as he hammered her pussy ferociously with his hard cock. "Fuck...Oh god, so fucking tight." He groaned trying to hold onto his control even as her body threatened to milk him dry. "Cum for me baby, I don't know how much longer I can hold on." She dug her nails into the paper protecting the bed even as she thrust back against him. "I'm cummminnnggg." She screamed as her body convulsed. "Fucccccccccccckkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!" He howled as he once again filled the condom. Jeffrey collapsed against her as he finished cumming, pressing her upper body down against the bed. "Wow." She moaned as she felt his weight above her. Jeffrey chuckled; slowly he kissed the back of her neck as he pulled his limp dick from her body. "What can I say?" He said throwing the condom in the trash. She turned slowly to look at him. "Tell me you will continue to be my doctor." He laughed. "If that's what you want baby." When Alisha left the office 15 minutes later after Jeffrey had fucked her again, making her scream when she came. She not only had a prescription for birth control pills, but his phone number which she planned to call that night as soon as she got home.