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The Doctor Was In

By: magichands



I was just 19 at the time, Sherri was 18. We had dated off and on through high school, and I managed to snag a good job.

So it was time to choose a wife, and I was happy when she smiled and said yes.

Sherri is a tiny woman, just 4', 10" tall. I could almost encircle her waist with my hands. But her breasts are overly large for her 93 lb frame, with not a hint of sagging.

Sherri was very modest at the time, even though we had been dating off and on for several years, some mild petting was as far as we had ever gone. More than once I had had to jack off thinking of her allowing me to touch her breasts through her clothing.


That was the sum total of our sex life up to that point, and my own experience with others was limited to two fumbling attempts with one of the neighborhood girls that one just wasn't seen out in public with.

We began to make arrangements for our wedding, and went to the Court house for the license. One of the requirements was a Doctor's certificate to assure we were free of STD's.

I looked in the telephone book for one, since I had been to a Doctor maybe twice in my life at that point. One of the first names on the list was a Dr. Allen, family practice, it said.

So I called and explained our needs for a physical, and the receptionist told us we needed to come in together.

I drove over and got Sherri, and we went in to the Doctor's office.

After a brief wait, the Doctor came out. He was a large man about 40, with a no nonsense attitude about him. He spoke to us for a minute about the reason for our visit, then told us to come on back. He led us into one of the rooms in the back, and handed us each a little robe.

He then told us to get undressed completely, and put on the robes. Sherri and I looked at each other, embarrassed, we had not even seen each other nude at that point.

Doctor Allen left the room, Sherri and I turned our backs to each other and quickly undressed. I was sporting a raging hard-on, with no real way to hide it, here was Sherri in this tiny robe, her large breasts with the upturned nipples jutting out through the thin cloth.

Then Doctor Allen came back in, looked us up and down, and told me he would check me first. He pulled on a rubber glove, and reached up and lifted my balls, and had me cough. Then he had me sit on the table, and he reached down and started to pull my gown up! I grabbed at it in embarrassment, he gruffly told me to relax and stop that, he was just doing his job. Then he inspected my penis from all angles, rolled back my foreskin and inspected there, then he told me to "milk it out."

I looked at him oddly, he said it again. Sherri was sitting against the wall in a chair, I glanced at her, her eyes were as big as silver dollars, staring at my penis, now hard as a rock pointing straight up!

"Well, hell!" The Doctor said, and he reached down and grabbed me, and with his other hand milked the channel of my penis forward, producing a few drops of precum. He took a swab and wiped it up, and placed it in a shallow little dish, putting a glass lid on it.

"Good!," he said, "Nice and clear," then he told me to turn around and bend over. He inserted a gloved hand up my anus, and began stroking and pressing against me, milking my prostate. By this time, Sherri looked ready to cut and run!

The Doctor reached around and grabbed my penis again, milking me out while rubbing my prostate, I couldn't help it, I exploded all over the table. The Doctor gave me a few more strokes for good measure, then said, "Great! You are fine!"

With that he had me get up, he pulled a fresh sheet out of the drawer and put it on the table. Looking a Sherri with a grin, he told her she was next.

Sherri meekly got up on the table at his instruction, he just reached up and pulled her gown down to her waist. Then he pressed and pushed all over her breasts, made some comment about her being a fine specimen, and had her lay back.

She had her legs clamped as tightly as she could, her face was bright red, her nipples hard as a rock and sticking up! It was quite a sight, my first view of my wife-to-be's bare bosom.

Doctor Allen told her to open her legs, but she didn't move. He told her again more gruffly, still no response. Finally he said, "You have to do this or I can't sign your license!"

Resigning herself to her fate, she turned her head aside and opened her legs. The Doctor lifted the hem of the gown up to her midriff, and rubbed her abdomen lightly for a moment. Then he stepped to the foot of the table, and slipped first one finger, then two up inside her. He felt around for awhile, I noticed he didn't have gloves on this time. He squirted some oil from a tube on his thumb, and then slowly inserted his thumb into her anus. I could see his thumb and two index fingers completely inside her as she lay there gasping.

He withdrew his hand, and stepped to the sink and washed up, leaving her lying there with her legs spread wide.

Then he looked at me and said, "You two haven't even had sex yet, have you?."

I stammered "No" as a response, so he said "Come here, I will show you some things."

I got up and walked to the table, he reached down with one hand and slipped the hood of her clitoris back, and said, "See that? It is just like a little penis." Then he started to rub in tiny circles, and said, "Watch what happens."

In just a few seconds, Sherri let out a moan, and her hips came up off the table to meet his touch. Her stomach started to ripple as she erupted in an orgasm.

"You need to fuck her now" he said bluntly. "Just step up here and put it in!"

I hesitated for a second, Sherri turned her head and looked at me with glazed over eyes. "Hurry" the Doctor insisted!

So I stepped to the foot of the table, put my penis against her and pushed. It went right in easily. Then I felt her clamp down on me, so I started to stroke. In just a few seconds, I erupted inside her.

"Good job" Doctor Allen exclaimed, and started for the door. "Come on out when you are done, I will have your papers ready."

I reached up and stroked her breasts, my cock still hard as a rock. I knew we were going to be doing this a lot!

The Doctor Was Interested



Having a major accident can fuck up a woman's summer, I will be blunt and to the point about that. All Sally and I wanted was some Ice Cream, it was hot out. Some fool drove across the curb into a parking lot and managed to land me here.

Try laying around with a cast on your arm, leg, body wrapped, bandages on the face. Just great stuff for living a normal life.

Then the damage was so severe to my left arm that it required surgery, major right off the bat, and another round just a few days later. They told me I would be able to use it, it would take time.

Just what I need, a Titanium arm.

Once the Doctors thought that was under control, it was time to fix my face. My peaky pointed stupid looking nose that I have hated for all 51 years of my life was smashed, it lay at an obscene angle against my face. There would be a small implant restoring one cheekbone, and some tightening that really assisted the implant. The side effect was I would lose some wrinkles, I can't say I minded that. But my nose, my long, thin, peaky nose!

I wanted it back!

I was almost nutty about it, insistent. The Doctors showed me options, I would have none of that, then on the screen appeared ME, with a nose I only thought of in dreams.

I went giddy, silly. All excited now, I wanted that! In the process, I decided to do implants, breasts. Actual lumps on my chest, no longer the tiny swellings with huge nipples I know for sure every man on the planet hates if they are honest with me.

Oh, they tell me all the crap about "more than a mouthful" and all of that, but they look at everyone else, never at me. Even when I do find a mate for a moment, hoping maybe they will be the one, they rub my breasts for seconds and then head for my crotch.

They miss the best and most responsive part of me, almost every time. Only Ted, my late husband knew, and he would spend literally hours playing with my nipples, until I was to the point where I would open my legs for anything, anywhere, anytime!

He knew me, and loved knowing me, I was like a fine fiddle to him. He played my body until it sang to him. That sweet song of pleasure only soulmates can hear, I did everything I knew to give him the same.

Together we would find that one moment when the body is totally, completely ready. Then and only then would come the mating, a mashing of flesh, each of us struggling to give everything. 

I lay in my hospital bed thinking of that, of those days and times. 

My thoughts were interrupted. A young Doctor came in. I looked at him, no idea who he was. I assumed he was night shift staff, not an uncommon situation.

He smiled at me, "Hello."

"Uh..Hello."

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine, considering." I gave him the standard answer.

"May I check your incisions?"

"Which ones?"

"The implants." He said, a trace of a smile crossing his face.

I looked carefully at him. He had the badge, the uniform, so I said, "All right."

He reached down and pulled the gown up above my breasts, nice 36C thank you very much!

He smiled and said, "Nice."

That sounded odd to me, I am a Doctor.

But I didn't object.

He brushed my new breasts, then actually reached up and allowed his thumb to brush one of my nipples. This made it instantly erect, of course.

He smiled. "Sensitive?"

"Yes."

He looked over my left arm, encased in bandages and a steel frame support.

"Does that hurt?"

Oddly, it didn't, they were still using localized pain killers so it was actually numb.

"No."

"Your ribs?"

"No."

"Good, any other needs?"

Feeling a bit wise, I cracked, "Just horny!"

He smiled and left the room.

I lay back, somehow feeling neglected, he was kind of cute. Plus he had seen my new magic breasts, inside I now expected all men to melt and fall into a drooling mass at the sight.

I moved my good right arm up and rubbed first one, then the other.

Fabulous.

Then I slept. It was dark when I woke up to sensations, someone was touching me. I should have cried out, said something. But it felt good. I lay there quietly, wondering.

Hands brushed across me, avoiding the bandages that only covered the incisions on the bottoms of my breasts. He was paying attention to my nipples, tweaking and rolling them gently, which drives me nuts.

Then his hands went down, slid inside the gown, I wore nothing else. Between my legs, just like that, I threw my head back and moaned in allowance. My mind screamed out to protest, my body simply opened my legs to ease access.

God I needed it, his hands knew what to do, in just seconds I was into the first orgasm, followed by one after the other.

I sensed he had both hands in there working me, I was lost in the moment. Then I relaxed, collapsed, it had been far too long.

I opened my eyes, he was gone.

I had a moment of despair, I wanted more, I wanted him in me. But he was gone. Was that just a dream? I am not sure.

The next day, I woke. Sally was by the bed, asking me how I felt. Truth was I felt good, the memory of the dream the night before flooded my mind.

Just then, I heard a man's voice. He was asking how I wanted the TV console set.

I looked at him, it was the same man, I was sure. In my mind, was it really just a dream? He looked at me, and smiled.

"I want it where I can get to see all of it." I said.

"Perhaps after you try this setting, I can come back and make adjustments." He answered.

Sally giggled, I gave her a sharp look. Somehow I think she is in on this...

Lee