1 comments/ 37992 views/ 13 favorites The Physicians' Tale By: queenhobart "It's still coming down! April is too late in the year for this nonsense," Dr. Crist whined, watching as a thick, white snow coated the ground. "Maybe if we hadn't been listening to podcasts all the way up, we'd have heard some weather warnings." "Global warming," sighed Dr. Beltz. "The seasons are all fucked up because of that..." Dr. Crist rolled his eyes. "Global warming. Global warming is causing SNOW. That makes no sense! You libtards will look for any reason to inject politics into things..." "Oh my, god, It's not politics it's science! You are a doctor, you're supposed to know goddamn science!" Dr. Beltz groaned. Dr Crist blanched "Please, don't take the Lord's name in vain," Beltz grinded her teeth and took off her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose, as if she had a migraine. "Hey, hey," Jefferson interjected, "Let's not argue. We're all frustrated, we're all stuck. Let's just be cool, ok? Beltz, stop baiting Crist, and Crist, no more portmanteaus for you." Dr. Beltz flopped sideways into an armchair, letting her long legs dangle over the edge. "Fine. But what are we going to do? We're stuck here!" Jefferson exhaled with exasperation, blowing a strand of his shaggy blonde hair off his glasses. "Serves us right, us being so early," The three doctors had been a few hours early to convention, a few hours too early to get the email that it had been cancelled due to snow. Though they'd worked in the same small clinic for six months or so (Beltz and Jefferson had predated Crist at the clinic, but not by much) they had not any real time spent time together outside the office. Jefferson had suggested renting the small, freezing 3-bedroom cabin they were stuck in, since they were so much cheaper than the local hotels. Cheaper, they soon found, since the little set of cabins were so far away from town, with no modern heating devices, only a fireplace where a fire was quickly dying. "You know," Beltz said, looking up from a half-finished messy plait in her dark hair, "We could pass the time with stories," Jefferson and Crist grunted. "That's what we used to do when we were snowed in as kids." Jefferson nodded. "Fine, but, no fairy tales or story hour bullshit. Let's talk about some real, juicy stories." Beltz smiled, "Weirdest thing you've ever experienced as a doctor?" "Ah, man, there's so many weird ones," Crist laughed, pulling a heavy green sweater over his broad shoulders. "There's no way you can top mine," Jefferson said. "Until you hear mine," Beltz teased. "Well, lets see, then," Jefferson smirked. "Me first. It's a story I like to call...." The Physicians' Tale "Yeah," I stalled, " I have really good time-management skills, I guess." "How so?" "I have a lot of hook-ups. Different guys. I call them for sex, they give me sex, they go home," I answered. "I mean, a few girls, too, but they're more like friends, I guess? Anyhow, my girl-sex has always been more recreational, the men seem more related to the hormones." "Ah," the nurse nodded. "And these men, how many would you say there are?" I counted off on my fingers. "Um, I don't know, ten or so? A few Not all at once, this was spread over a few months," I said, defensively and grossly underestimating. The nurse checked a few more boxes. "So, can you confirm the following sex acts you performed or had performed on your person, and which brought you to orgasm consistently?" She asked, without emotion. "Penetrative, heterosexual Vaginal sex," "Yes to the sex, yes to to orgasm," I answered. "Multiple simultaneous partners?" This seemed unusual to ask...the first time I'd heard it in the many times I'd been involved in medical testing. "Yes," I said shyly "and yes." "Highest number of multiple partners?" I looked away, embarrassed. "5," I whispered. "Five?," she repeated "what genders?" I sighed again. "Which time?" She smirked for the first time, and wrote something I couldn't see. "Good to keep a varied sexual diet," she joked, her hazel eyes shining at me. "Anal?" she asked. "Yes, please," I ventured. I was rewarded with a genuine laugh. "Can I just go ahead and check the rest of these boxes?" she asked, leaning forward so I could almost see down her stretched-to-the-limit sweater. "Is there anything that doesn't make you come?" she asked. I looked down and blushed, only a partial put-on. "Now, let's move to self-manipulation," the nurse said, tapping the clipboard. How do you self pleasure? Manually, or using implements?" "Both?" I said uncertainly. "Kind of depends on where I am. Magic Wand at home, hands and...whatever's around...elsewhere." "Elsewhere?" "Uh, yeah." I answered, but she didn't press for details. Those hormones were really strong, ok? So a few times I was on the train, and some perv would rub against me, and I'd...just kinda let him. And then push against him harder until I came, or threaten to scream for police if he didn't rub me until I finished. Or, I'd be in a secluded area of the library, and the wainscoting ends at just the right height. Or, you know, I'd smell the lacrosse team run by and slide a hand under this big poncho that I thought looked really good, and had not bought exclusively for that purpose. "Well," the nurse finally said, "let's get you up on the table," she smoothed out the thin hospital sheet, bending so slightly to show the curve of her ass. I stepped up on the metal table. "Do I need to undress?" She laughed out loud this time. "You've done enough of that, young lady," she smiled. "If it becomes necessary, we can take off your panties, but for now, just your top." I stripped off my shirt. I didn't wear a bra back then. The nurse reached out and massaged some lubricant onto my nipples. "You're going to feel a little cold," she said, placing these little rubber disks connected by a wire on them. I nodded. But I felt the opposite of cold. I felt warm. The little device on my tits felt like they were a milking machine, suckling my nipples and sending waves of pleasure directly to my cunt. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Ok," I answered. "Ah," the nurse said. "I'm going to turn it up, ok?" She turned a dial and the sucking became more intense, almost painful. I cried out just a little, and she wrote something down. The pain receded, and was replaced by a...much more interesting feeling. "Good," she said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I answered. "Um, relaxed?" Every cell in my tits was vibrating with want. I was already mentally parsing through the options of who to call for some relief afterward, a peculiar mathematics of cock circumference against sexual prowess. The feeling was spreading, too, this warmth of lust rushing down my body. "Sexual response? Please be honest, we need it for the research" she said. She stroked my forehead the way nurses do to calm nervous patients. "It's amazing," I moaned and smiled, "I get to keep this thing, right? That's what I was told," "Be more specific," she ordered. "It feels like two people sucking on my nipples the way I wish they could," "That's something you've done before?" She asked I nodded "Yeah, yeah, but they always get distracted. This is..." I shivered a little, from cold, from pleasure, from imagining her full lips sucking me as steadily as the cups she'd placed on me. " I could probably orgasm from just this," I admitted. She turned the dial again and I couldn't control the moan that escaped my body. "Wonderful," the nurse said. "I'm going to take your panties off now, ok?" I nodded, quick, gripping the hand rails of the table. Her hands grazed my hips as she pulled my underwear off, and I instinctively raised them, wanting more. The nurse, as if she anticipated my reaction, gave me a little wink but dodged me.She placed a small, oval device on my mound. It began to pulse, and I was at the brink. "Would you like to insert the device?" the nurse asked, impassive. "Yes, please!" I practically shouted, and she complied. The sucking on my nipples grew stronger, the pulsing inside me became more intense, and I'm not proud of it, but.... The nurse bit my lower lip and giggled when I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue inside her mouth. I buried my fingers in her braided hair and nipped at her neck, pushing her head to let her bite mine, hard. "Shall I take off my top, ma'am?" she asked. I didn't give her a chance to answer, instead tearing her shirt open myself. I pushed my face into her breasts, which were huge, glowing, pillowy, searching her with my tongue until I found her nipples, darker, wider and sweeter than I'd guessed. Just at the moment of the best orgasm I have ever had, as I felt the electricity of desire pulse through me, curl my toes, I felt, no, tasted, milk trickle into my mouth. I twitched, rubbed my clit for a few good after-shocks, and they lay back, the nurse's milk dripping from my lips. "Oh, god, I'm sorry about that," I said, starting to wiggle the device out of my vagina. "I didn't mean...I just lost control." "It's absolutely fine," the nurse said, re-buttoning her shirt. "It's part of the treatment, anyway.The hormonal balance of a woman who has already had the treatment makes it more effective," she said, gesturing toward my tits. Which had doubled in size. "What?" I panicked, sitting up too quickly, pulling the suckers off my nipples. A little pearl of milk dripped from my right nipple. Squeezing experimentally, I expelled a short stream from each breast. "What the fuck?" I demanded, "did this do?" The nurse was bagging up the device, handing it to me. "It stimulates natural pregnancy hormones," she said, "women are far less likely to become pregnant while nursing. The idea is to induce a lactation cycle through intense suckling sensation, introduce changes your hormones more naturally, leading to a gentler birth control experience." Complete. Junk. Science. "Sounds totally legit," I lied, "But how do I get rid of all of the milk? This is a little uncomfortable." I lied again, but now with an agenda. She smiled, wickedly. "I'll show you," she said. She took one breast into her bare hand and began to squeeze it softly. The sensation ran down my body, like she stroked a direct line to my clit. "Milking," she said, squirting milk out of me. "Though many patients prefer nursing," she said, lowering her head to my free breast, closing her soft, red lips around my nipple. She licked, teased, suckled--I felt her start to massage my breast to squirt more milk into her mouth, while her other hand left my breast and began to creep down my body. I watched her: her face calm and content against my body, her hair disheveled and lovely. Like she knew I was watching, she tilted her face so that I could see her sweet pink tongue teasing my nipple, her open, waiting mouth receiving the white jet of my milk. "Although," she said, surfacing , thick, white milk ringing her cherry-red mouth, "we find that adding digital manipulation is the most efficacious way to deal with this ...issue." She slid a finger inside of my pussy, and I tilted back to allow her more purchase. She pushed in two more, then hooked her thumb onto my clit. She pushed me down flat on the table and climbed atop me, massaging me inside with one hand, my tit with the other, sucking my nipple gently. In a moment of boldness, I pulled her face up to meet mine, and when she kissed me, I could taste my own milk. I spread my legs as wide as I could, so that she could grind her soft, friendly body against mine, putting more force behind her strong fingers. "You know," she whispered, squeezing a jet out of me "I need to be milked today, too." I laughed, reached out and pinched a nipple lightly. This had definitely been worth the train ride. She worked me like she had a map to all the pleasure points of my body, like it was her job to make women cum... And when I did, the twin streams of milk were incredible. * "There's no way that's true," Crist protested, "no medical professionals would be so...irresponsibly sexual." Beltz rolled her eyes. "Of course it wasn't legit, they were probably just some weirdos pretending to be doctors to test an extremely edge sex toy that apparently never hit the market, since I can't find a replacement since I burned my prototype out," she kissed two fingers and held them to the ceiling in a v. "Mourn ya till I join ya, freaky milking orgasm machine." "So it worked? Like just felt good, or made you lactate?" Jefferson asked. "Both," she sighed, smiling with satisfaction. "That wouldn't work as birth control," Crist pointed out, "you know it's a myth that lactating women can't conceive," he said. "Oh, I know that, but the string of very specifically pervy, very discreet older gentlemen I 'dated' until right after the MCATs didn't," she sighed again, tugging a length of hair, "anyway, that's my story. How about your super-freaky one, now, Crist?" "I don't know, you guys, there's some incriminating stuff in that one..." "Sure there is," Beltz smirked "What, did you have to explain conception to some Seventh Day of the Flaming Heart with Voices Presiding couple?" "Beltz! Come on!" said Jefferson. "That is not a real denomination and you know it," Crist grumbled. "Fine. I'll tell it. So, here's what happened. "Nu-uh, needs a title! Gotta have a name for it!" Beltz demanded. "She's right. We gave titles for ours," Jefferson agreed. Crist rolled his eyes. "Fine, um, let's call it, um..." The Physicians' Tale I haven't had occasion since, but if all women feel like that on the inside, so warm and wet and inviting...I understand why so many people sleep around these days. Mrs. Bryant made a little squeaking noise as the full length of me disappeared into her, and her husband smiled affectionately. He kissed her on the mouth. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked. She nodded. "Not too good, I hope," Mr Bryant said, and squeezed both of her nipples hard enough that her face contorted from pleasure to pain and back again. I wanted badly to be allowed to touch those breasts, but I knew that was not the point. Brian's semen was leaking out from around my cock, and I knew it. Brian stood awkwardly to the side, watching his semen leak out of her, sticking to my cock. But I kept on fucking her. I instinctively reached for her breasts, but pulled back out of respect. "No, you're a medical professional," her husband said "If you think it's best to touch her breasts, you go ahead," I shuddered inside her, thrust more deeply. "It's best," Dr. Leary lied, as I sucked her right nipple. "There's a better chance of implantation if she orgasms, too. Brian, you better get in on this, too" Dr. Leary said. "So long as it's best for conception," Mr. Bryant said. "We're trusting you, Doctor." Brian hurried over and licked Mrs. Bryant's left nipple, while Mr. Bryant nibbled her neck. Mrs. Bryant sighed, deep, and I felt her contract around my cock. "Oh, God," She moaned. Her husband looked shocked. "I'm sorry, Oh, I didn't mean it," Mrs. Bryant groaned, arching her back toward Brian's eager tongue, "I couldn't help myself," "You'll need to be punished for that," Mr. Bryant said. "Doctor, don't you hold back now. She deserves to feel the pain." I had been holding back. But at his instruction, I didn't any longer. I grabbed Mrs. Bryant's ankles and yanked her legs straight up, so that her feet rested on my shoulders. I thrust deeper, harder, longer, eliciting screams from Mrs. Bryant that I couldn't tell if they were pleasure or pain. And, I am ashamed to say, I didn't care. I thrust deep, hard, I am sure I collided with her cervix. She was suddenly silent, and when I looked up to her face she was.... There is no delicate way to say this. She had a man's penis in each hand, and sucked them one at a time in turns, gobbling them like a greedy child. Jeff was hard all over again, and about to waste his seed on her face, Mr. Bryant knelt above his wife and sprayed his seed all over her breasts. I did not approve, naturally, but it was that which pushed me over the edge, so to speak. I felt her vagina fill with my warm cum, I mean, semen, fill and fill until it leaked around my cock, I mean, penis. I'm not a perfect man. Well, Mrs. Bryant positively lost her mind. She spasmed so hard, she lost so much of our seed out of her, she groaned like an animal, her whole body flushed pink, toes curling. I left the room, disgusted, and motioned for Jeff to follow. "Wait," Mrs. Bryant called, "More, please, more," Dr. Leary stepped forward, unzipped his pants, and plunged in with no effort at all. I don't know if she could even feel it anymore, she had to be so stretched. Mr. Bryant was rubbing her clitoris now--all it had taken was for the good Doctor to mention that orgasm would increase her chances of conception and all their propriety disappeared. Dr. Leary went red-faced and huffy, thrusting deep and hard, visibily spraying our semen, mine and Brian's, out of her. "Come," he said, in his commanding Doctor voice. And Mrs. Bryant did, wailing like a slut, she actually ejaculated, which , as you know , is exceedingly rare for women, and in doing so, lost more of our seed. It was disgusting. Her dress was crusted with spunk, her legs splayed like a whore. The room stank of us, of sweat and sperm and of her. When she began to laugh, heartily, happily, with Dr. Leary still inside her, I began to doubt our practice. Dr. Leary popped a diaphragm into Mrs. Bryant to keep our seed inside her for as long as possible. He re-zipped his pants while he read off instructions for conception for her--keep pelvis elevated for as long as possible, no smoking , no drinking, etc, etc. Mr. Bryant , meanwhile, sponged the sweat and cum off of her, ignoring the overflow that had ended up on him. I quit not long after that. Crist was silent. "Wait, wait, wait," Beltz said, breathing heavily, "did you really lose your virginity in a fucking breeding gang-bang?" Crist looked annoyed "It wasn't that tawdry, and it doesn't count as virginity--it was a medical procedure." She grinned and leaned forward, whispered "But it was the first time you'd put your penis into a vagina," Crist made a nervous little cough, "Yes." "Did they get pregnant?" asked Jefferson. "They did," Crist nodded. "I saw Mrs. Bryant before I left, she was very pregnant. She told me she wanted to have another, after that one was born." "Another what, kid or medically and religiously sanctioned hard fucking?" Beltz laughed. "You, you just think the worst of everyone!" Crist sputtered. "Untrue! I think the most realistic of everyone," she smiled, shivering a little. The very last embers of the fire glowed in the fireplace, the dome of its heat reduced to little more than the cement square in front of it. "A gangbang. With a doctor. Was literally the only way an upper-middle class Catholic couple could get kids?" "Just because you don't understand..." Crist spat. "It's getting cold," Jefferson interrupted, "the stories helped distract us, but now, you can tell, right? Fighting won't make us any warmer, either." Crist shivered, "You're right, it's much worse than it was earlier. And it hasn't stopped snowing." Jefferson looked down at Beltz. "I have an idea. But you have to be down for it," he said. Beltz paused. "Oh, you gotta be kidding!" "What?" asked Crist. "I'd rather freeze to death!" Beltz protested. "That may be the reality here!" Jefferson exclaimed. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" Crist pleaded. "He's saying we should have sex for body heat," Beltz snapped. "Oh," Crist said. The three sat shivering in silence for another moment. "Ok, fine, but only if Crist takes back, you take front, Jefferson." "I am NOT fornicating with the two of you!" said Crist. "Suit yourself, choir boy, I want to live," Beltz said, straddling Jefferson. "Come on, get me wet," she commanded. "Yes ma'am," Jefferson said, pushing his hand under Beltz's skirt, shoving his face into her tits. "That feels nice," Beltz purred. "It's not supposed to be nice, it's supposed to be life-saving," "It better be nice, if it's going to work," she said, moving his hand. "the whole thing falls apart if I can't get wet. Don't be shy," she encouraged, "Crist, come bite my neck or something, help me out." Crist shivered, watching the two of them. "No," he grumbled. Beltz shrugged and pulled her sweater off, revealing round, heavy breasts and rosebud nipples. Jefferson made a hungry sound, burying his face in them as he squeezed hard enough to leave the ghost of little finger-print bruises behind." Come on, Crist," Beltz chided. " Plenty of room back there! Don't die of chronic prude disease,You fucked that swinger lady," "I did NO such thing!," Dr. Crist grumbled, indignant "I went the extra mile for a patient." "So warm," Beltz moaned as she slid down the length of Jefferson's cock, "that extra mile just happened to be down her cunt, huh?" Jefferson slapped Beltz's ass smartly. "Don't be mean, Beltz," he sighed, "And Crist, just calm down, this is a survival thing, ok?" Crist's face turned bright red, then purple around his lips. "STOP TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN! You two are the most unrepentantly terrible doctors, or PEOPLE I have ever had the misfortune of meeting! And you're just rutting on the carpet there, like animals! You fucking dickbags have been riding me since I got here," He squalled. Beltz, still straddling Jefferson, leaned backwards. "Hey, Crist, that's what I said. Geddit, like that's what she said, but since I'm getting fucked..." Beltz gasped as Crist grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Jefferson's cock popped out of her messily, as Crist unzipped his jeans. An altogether surprising cock sprang out, long and thick, an erection too strong for even the freezing air to deflate. "Is this what you wanted? IS IT?" He shouted, shoving his cock into her mouth. Beltz titled her head and laughed, a gurgling noise in her throat as he fucked it over and over. She grabbed at his hips, trying to pull in deeper. "What was that, you bitch?" He shouted, pulling out. She spat thick saliva onto his dick, "I was asking Jefferson to kindly get back inside, and telling you that now that you're lubed up, there's really no reason for you to be in my throat. Come on in, my asshole's fine," She puckered her lips in an exaggeration of a kiss and raised a suggestive eyebrow. Crist threw her to the carpet, leaving an angry red friction burn across Beltz' knees. She laughed again, and nodded to Jefferson. She spread her legs. "Further!," Crist shouted, "Spread them wider, present, you animal!" Beltz cooed and slid her legs as far apart as her hips would allow, so far as to pull her labia apart, so that her pussy gaped luridly, unprotected. Jefferson crawled beneath her, suckling her nipples. Crist pushed his cock against her asshole with one hand, grabbing a thick hank of hair with the other. "You sure you want this? I'll rip you apart!" "With that tiny thing?" She chided. Jefferson kissed her on the neck and whispered "you're very nearly crossing a line, sweetie," Crist grunted and shoved his whole, hard, long cock into Beltz' asshole. She made a noise that sounded almost like a sigh of relief, "Scott?" she asked. "Oh, of course," Dr. Jefferson answered, easily slipping back into her pussy. The three of them writhed there on the floor, Crist pushing Jefferson deeper into Beltz, Jefferson licking at her sweaty breasts. Warmth radiated through them, their three bodies growing hot, despite the chilly air. "Oh, Fuck, I feel so full," she moaned. She could feel both cocks thrusting in opposition, almost as if they rubbed together inside her. They were, after all, separated by such a thin membrane. Crist began to pulse. "Oh, Crist, come inside me," Beltz drawled. Crist pulled out of her abruptly. He pulled her hair closer to him and came and came, in thick, hot jets into her dark hair, shouting with the strength of his orgasm, chanting nonsense under his breath as he did. He rubbed all of his sticky, pungent spunk into the full length of it, then stepped away, satisfied. "There!" Jefferson tensed, only for a moment, and came into Beltz with a comfortable sigh. He kissed her on the cheek, being careful to avoid Crist's come dripping down her face. "To be fair, Gigi, you really had that one coming," Crist held his head in his hands, his back shuddering. Slowly, he began to laugh. And laugh. "That's what she said," he shouted. "That's , that's what she said! I just got that, for the first time." Beltz smiled and reached from under Jefferson, patted Crist on the back. "A real breakthrough," Jefferson said. A clanging noise rang out from somewhere deep in the building, and the lights flickered back on. "Crist, I gotta apologize," Beltz said, still pinned under Jefferson. "I have been baiting you all day. I knew you wouldn't fuck me, otherwise." Crist nodded. "And you two are married? Or dating? Or something, right? I heard you call each other by your...well I wouldn't exactly say Christian names, carrying on like that." He laughed. "Six years!" Beltz declared, waggling her ring finger at him. Crist shook his head. "I swear. You people. "But you're not mad anymore, right?" Beltz. Crist frowned, deep in thought. He leaned against a big cabinet, the only piece of furniture in the room. "You know, I'm really not. Guess you can't be but so mad at somebody whose hair you just ejaculated into." "Sure you're not mad?" Jefferson asked. "Yeah, I mean, it's not the best thing I've ever done, but , I guess it's just a mistake like any other," he ruffled his hand over his buzzed-off hair, "it was kinda fun." Beltz propped herself up , pushing Jefferson off of her. "Really?" She asked. "Sure," Crist said, "guess it's a good team-building exercise," he laughed again. Beltz and Jefferson sat cross-legged, naked, smiling at each other. Jefferson bonked his head against her shoulder gently. Beltz sighed and slinked forward, on hands and knees. She crawled toward Crist, letting Jefferson's cum drip down her thighs until she reached the cabinet. She seized the door pulls. "Hey, Crist," she said licking her upper lip impishly, as she threw open the tall cabinet doors to reveal a full cord of cut, dry firewood and a wire-wrapped wifi modem. "There never was a convention. We set the whole thing up. April Fools!" Crist's face turned red enough to match her ass when he was done with her.