From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Bad Time At The Doctor's (FMF, oral, mast)
Date: 10 May 1996 17:08:14 GMT

		       Bad Time At The Doctor's

	You feel naked and scratchy under your short skirt. It's weird
being shaven. You haven't felt like this since you were twelve, and
and it's all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend
over to watch the fight. One thing led to another... Before long you
were sucking Al's cock and your spouse was trimming your pretty bush.

	He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in the
lather and drawing the blade across your sensitive skin till every
little curl was history. After you were naked, he sat and admired you
for awhile, his friend still holding your ankles high and wide as he
thrust himself deep down your throat. Then he licked you a bit,
delighting in your smoothness and the new feel of your bald little
pubis as he tongued your moist creases and mouthed your vagina's
sweetness.

	He nibbled at your clitoris, rolled it under his lips till you
screamed into Al's loins. Your kneeling attacker only took your suck
all the harder as your husband rose to disrobe. Naked now, his cock
wagged erect and mean looking.

	He knelt again to enter you. It slipped into your freshly
shaven pussy and bumped your cervix again and again, slid in and out
your wet tightness till he came. He grunted, spurting against your
womb and bringing your own orgasm as his ejaculate filled you to
overflowing.

	The cock in your mouth came as well, streaming salty squirt
against your tongue and thrusting wildly halfway down your throat as
its owner mumbled and whined. His stickiness ran out around his shaft
and dribbled warm down your chin. Your husband withdrew his now limp
shaft, watched affectionately as his spew trickled from your still
spasming pussy to run wet down the crease of your ass and pool on the
sofa's coarse upholstery.

	Now here you sit in the gynecologist's office, wondering if
the ordeal really merits a check-up. But you can't be too careful, and
besides, the kind doctor will have some comforting words to sooth your
still jangled nerves. Is marital rape still marital, you ponder to
yourself, if your husband's buddy helps?

	The nurse comes out to guide you into the examination room.
She's small, Japanese, and her nicely proportioned bottom sways
prettily under her white dress as she leads the way. You're stripped
and into your gown in a moment, she returns to help you onto the
examining table, then helps you place your feet in the stirrups. You
notice that she takes unusual interest in your shaven condition. You
blush a deep red and half close your thighs to her gaze. She
admonishes you to remain spread and open so that the doctor can do his
thing.

	The doctor enters. He too is immediately affected by your
starkly naked crotch, unusual in a man who sees so many each day... He
listens to your story. You pour the entire tale out, unburden yourself
of every detail of the previous evening's atrocities. The nurse
fidgets as your recollection winds on, the good doctor seems to be
breathing heavy as he snaps on a `pinky cheater' and gets down to
business.

	He squeezes a dollop of K-Y jelly onto two fingers and probes
your genitals for what seems like eons. You begin to perspire, your
eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles, your nipples beginning to stir with a
mind of their own under the thin cotton gown. You look down at last,
wondering if he'll ever finish, and realize with a start that the
pretty nurse is fondling the doctor's hardening cock through his
trousers!

	"Never mind, dear," the panting professional coos, "All part
of procedure." To better reach your intimate depths, he grasps your
clitoris with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, massages your
vibrating little girl-cock avidly as he thrusts into you all the
deeper. You feel your moisture swell, your sweet sleeve balloons and
throbs round his rhythmic examining.

	Not satisfied with the view afforded by your position, he asks
you to turn and raise yourself onto all fours. You comply, thrust
yourself back open and all the more embarrassingly exposed to their
view. The nurse releases her employer's bulging cock and lifts your
gown up over your trembling ass. You look back as he stuffs a
forefinger wet with your juices up your bottom to steady you, then
resumes his probing of your pitiably juicing pussy, realize that the
nurse is now on her knees, has released your GYN's steaming penis from
his slacks and is sucking it violently! How very strange, you reflect.

	The stimulation is too much. You arch your back, raise your
head and bellow at the chart depicting a cross-section of someone's
inner ear. Your hideously over-stimulated crotch clenches and distends
in your trusted examiner's incessant tickling. Your anus contracts
round his massaging finger and your juices squirt out the stretched
mouth of your vagina and down your widespread thighs. Looking down the
neck of your gown and between your hanging titties, you watch as the
nurse milks a splendid cum from your physician's jerking organ.

	She swallows his squirt noisily, then replaces his dick before
zipping him neatly up.

	The doctor, now sated and a good deal calmer than when he
first caught sight of your hairless pussy, removes the glove all
sopping with your juices, washes his hands in the basin, assures you
that everything seems to be just fine. He exits and his little helper
assists you in getting down from the table and back into your clothes.

	You arrange a future visit at the front desk and walk out into
the sunlight. Your knees are shaking a bit, but you feel much better
for having sought professional advice. After all, who can a woman
trust if not her gynecologist?