CALLING IN A SPECIALIST
Double Penetration at the Doctor’s Office
An Erotica Story
by Nancy Brockton
all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
It was an interesting thing to move out of my parents’ house and go to live with my sister in the city. Before I moved there, most of my conversations had to do with whatever was playing at the one, three-hundred seat theatre in the small town we grew up in. When I got to the city, everything changed. She and I had long conversations about the struggles of women. My sister wasn’t a feminist, but she was acutely aware of issues that affected women more than men. She talked incessantly about wage differences, how, even if you did twice the work, as a woman you were unlikely to gain the same recognition. But there wasn’t the biting man-hatred that you’d often find in feminist literature or at rallies.
She also was very concerned with women’s health and so, it was no surprise when she told me that I ought to go and get a thorough breast examination. She and her friend Mary would spend hours suggesting I head to their clinic. I really wanted to, but it was hard to get up the motivation to actually do it. Finally, one day I just gave in, realizing that if I didn’t do it, I would have to deal with her telling me to do it over and over and over again until I did.
Once I did agree, she and Mary went to work. She gave me a list of things to expect, told me exactly what clinic to go to, and told me exactly what to say and what to do. That’s how I found myself in the waiting room of the Jacob and Allicorn Women’s Health Center.
I was a long time in the waiting room. I had to fill out endless paper work talking about my health history, my insurance, questions about my diet, questions about my sexual activities, questions about health concerns. It was maddening. The minutes clicked slowly by until I finally had everything filled out and returned it to the woman at the desk.
Then, there was more of a wait. I flipped idly through the pages of fashion magazines, issues of news magazines talking about an election that had occurred two years ago, and I was just about to give it all up and walk out when I finally heard someone call my name.
I stood up and walked to where a stunningly beautiful nurse, with bright red hair and lipstick that seemed strangely slutty and out of place in a doctor’s office, was waiting for me. She held a clipboard that I assumed held my paperwork and smiled at me. “I’m Marigold,” she said, “Come with me and we’ll get you all fixed up.”
Her attitude was disarming and I felt better. I figured about ten minutes for the breast exam and then, anything else the doctor needed to do and I’d be on my way. She led me to a scale where she weighed me, took my blood pressure, took my temperature, asked if I was feeling sick at the moment, and of course I said no, and then, brought me to one of those sterile examination rooms.
She reached into a cabinet and unfolded a paper gown, told me to strip down to nothing and put it on. I looked at her. “Um, I’m just here for a breast exam, why do I have to undress?”
She looked at me as if I’d just slapped her across the face. “Now, Suzie, do you have a medical degree?”
“Um, no.”
“So, why don’t you leave medical decisions to our staff and do what you’re told.”
I was a little shocked by the forcefulness of it, but she reached forward and stroked my cheek. “Sweetheart, I know that it’s hard when you’re in a doctor’s office. I know that it can be overwhelming and filled with doubts and worries. Why don’t you just let us take care of you so you can be on your way, okay?”
Her touch was soothing and I smiled. I stepped over to the table to undress, expecting her to leave, but she didn’t. Shrugging and turning around, I pulled off my shirt, tentatively, a little embarrassed as I did so. I was made even more embarrassed by the way her eyes seemed to follow every movement I made. Once I had my blouse off, I stood there, nervous about having to take off my bra while she watched. She was just staring at me and I watched as her eyes traced over my body, from my cheek down my neck and lower to my cleavage. Finally, she smiled again and it looked like her tongue made a brief pass over her lips before she said, “Everything, Suzie.”
Though I was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the situation, I told myself not to read so much into things and, really, I didn’t have much of a choice. If I was going to get my sister off my back, then I needed to get through this exam. I began to undo my bra, reaching behind me, unsnapping it and pulling it off. I thought I heard her gasp sharply when my breasts fell free.
I know my breasts are nice. They’re a little on the large side but still very firm and round and, strangely, the way she was staring at me had done something physical to me because my nipples were hard as hell. I stood there, turning red with embarrassment, feeling my face flush. I was certain I must look as bright as a lobster, maybe even as bright as her hair, but she just kept staring. I could almost feel her gaze on each nipple. Finally, she looked up and spoke. “Are we going to have to check your hearing, too? Suzie, I said everything.”
Nervously, I reached down and unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them and wriggled out of them. I had forgotten I hadn’t taken my shoes off and I was sure I looked comical as I tried to kick my shoes off as my jeans were bunched up around me. I started to stumble and suddenly, the nurse helped me, steadying me. There was something electric about the feel of her hands on my sides and, once I was steady, she helped me as I finished removing my pesky shoes and then, stepped back again. In the process of stepping back, her hand brushed over one of my breasts, sending a thrill through me that brought an even more heated flush of embarrassment to my cheeks.
I stood there only wearing socks and my cotton panties, trying to calm the reaction from her touch and deal with the uncomfortable feeling that she was studying my body. Eventually, I realized that I had to keep undressing and I used my feet to pull off my socks and stood in my panties. I was almost paralyzed, afraid to expose myself completely in front of this very attentive nurse, but Marigold’s voice came. “Okay, you’re almost there, Suzie. Come on now.”
Sighing, I reached up and put my thumbs under the waistband and drew them down over my hips and legs. When I stepped out of them on the floor, I was completely naked and I heard her breathe in sharply again.
I didn’t look at her. I just knew that her eyes were fixed on my pussy. I always kept it completely shaved without even a trace of hair and I could feel her looking right at it and I knew that I was bright red with embarrassment.
She didn’t keep me uncomfortable for long though, as I felt her draw closer and push something into my hand. It was the paper gown. I put it up over my shoulders and I felt her turn me around and tie it in the back. The strange thing was I knew she had a clear view of my ass as she tied it and the fact that she could see my ass was even more disconcerting now that my front was covered. She put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Relax now, sweetheart,” and she led me to the exam table.
Things really got strange from that point. After having me lie down on the table, she took each of my hands and put them at my sides and I felt her bring straps around my wrists. “Um, what are you doing?”
“Oh honey, I can tell you’re really nervous and we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself while the doctor was examining you.”
“Hurt myself? How could I hurt myself during a breast exam?”
At that point, it got even stranger. She walked around to where my legs were and I saw her reach under the table and bring the stirrups up. She then took each of my ankles and strapped them to the stirrups. I was completely restrained and unable to move. Now, I know it seems ridiculous that I wasn’t running right out of that exam room, screaming at the top of my lungs about the wacko nurse, but I was in such shock and, admittedly, in a bit of physical arousal and, well, I just didn’t know what to do. My mind couldn’t seem to clear the cobwebs enough to let me think clearly, past my body’s reaction.
Now, with my legs lifted in the air, the
air conditioning was blowing over me. I could feel the cool air traveling up my thighs, swirling around my now very exposed slit. She pressed a button and the table down by my hips receded until half my ass was on the table and the other half was only supported by my legs in the stirrups.
She stepped back and studied me. Her eyes never left my pussy as she said, “I think we have you all ready for the doctor.”
Still in my disbelieving stupor, I said, “I don’t understand. I’m just here for a breast exam.”
She walked up and said, “Hush, honey, calm down.”
I looked at her. “I am calm, I just don’t under . . .”
And that was when she kissed me. She put her mouth on me. I was stunned, and when she pulled away, she said, “There. That’s better.” Then, she just walked out of the room. I couldn’t believe it, and an unlikely thought that seemed silly crossed my mind; I wondered if her lipstick had gotten onto my lips.
She came back a minute or two later with the doctor. “Hello, Suzie, he said. I’m Dr. Jacob.”
“Doctor, I don’t understand. What’s going on? I just—”
“Suzie, I need you to be quiet for a minute.” Marigold walked around and stood behind my head. She began stroking my hair.
“But doctor, I—” From behind, Marigold leaned down and put her mouth on mine again. It was a strange kiss, a backwards kiss. My nose pressed softly against her chin as she kissed me again. As her tongue pushed in and explored my mouth again, I tried to struggle and was reminded of the bonds on my wrists and my ankles. I felt a little bit of panic, but I also felt an incredible and urgent growing sensation between my legs. I lifted my head and saw the doctor kneeling down. I wanted to tell him to stop, to ask what he was doing, to say anything at all! But his mouth suddenly reached between my legs and all I could get out was a low, throaty moan.
Marigold giggled at the moan and went back to kissing me, pushing her tongue in and out of my mouth. For his part, the doctor did the same between my legs, and the feel of his mouth was amazing. His lips were brushing against my clit and I could feel his tongue moving, fucking my slit over and over like a small, pink cock. He kept licking and licking, and I couldn’t believe the intensity of it. I moaned against Marigold’s mouth, but she didn’t even slow down. The doctor kept it up for four or five minutes or so, and I felt myself getting closer and closer. I was on the verge of a powerful orgasm when the doctor’s face suddenly left my pussy.
He said, “Marigold, I think we need to call in a specialist. Can you go get Josh, please?” Marigold took her mouth off mine, and started walking away. It was my chance to say something, but the doctor put his mouth back on me, and all I got out were some moans and some groans. It was about a minute or two of that before Marigold walked back in with another man in doctor’s scrubs in tow. I was writhing on the table uncontrollably, but I controlled myself when they walked in and looked at him. He was handsome in an entirely different way than Jacob. He was of darker complexion, a little taller. If it were a western movie, Dr. Jacob would be the gunslinger with the white hat, and the new one would be the gunslinger with the black hat. Both of them would make the saloon girls swoon.
He walked right up to the head of the exam table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. It was huge. I’d never seen one that big before. It was massive and thick, and when he moved forward, turned my face, and pushed the head of it against my lips, I turned my head away, but Marigold was right there. She gently pushed my head back in his direction, and with a hand on my forehead and one on my chin, she pried my mouth open so that he could push inside. I felt the head of that cock push past my lips, stretching my mouth wide. I didn’t think I could take it. I didn’t think I could even take the head of the giant thing into my mouth.
He kept pushing though, and with Marigold’s hands shifting to hold the back of my head and my throat firmly, he worked himself firmly in until he had pushed over my tongue and I felt the tip in the back of my mouth. My eyes opened wide with the strain, and that was probably a mistake because I looked down the length of his shaft and realized that my mouth was completely full and I had only taken about a third of that monster so far. I started to struggle, not that it did much good with my arms restrained, my ankles restrained, and Marigold’s hands holding firmly onto my head. That was when I suddenly felt my pussy filled.
Dr. Jacob had pushed into me, and I moaned. In doing so, I opened my mouth wider and that gave Marigold the opportunity to push my head hard. Suddenly, that massive mushroom tip of the second doctor’s cock was pushing into my throat. I heard Marigold giggle and say, “There you go, Dr. Allicorn.” I gagged and choked, but Marigold reached down and began to stroke my throat. Dr. Allicorn kept up his constant and inexorable pushing, his shaft flattening my tongue and making its way slowly and inevitably down my spasming throat until, impossibly, the giant thing was all the way inside. I felt his pubic hair tickling one cheek and his balls resting against the other.
Marigold never stopped stroking my throat as he began to move slowly, pulling back and inch or two and pushing in again. It was overwhelming as he slowly fucked me. My eyes flew open wide and then squeezed shut as the huge shaft expanded my throat and he never quite pulled out of when he moved. I could feel my body trying desperately to expel it with gags and chocking spasms. I knew my eyes had watered up from the strain, but still he kept up his slow and torturous movements. I was afraid I would never breathe again.
It didn’t help that Dr. Jacobs was pounding into my pussy furiously, making it impossible to concentrate on relaxing my throat or anything else at all! Even though I hadn’t asked for it, I was enjoying what was happening between my legs, so a strange conflict brewed in me. Below my waist, I was filled with urgency and joy. Above, I was panicking and afraid I would never get air—air I desperately needed. All the while, Marigold stroked my throat and kissed my cheek and kept up a running commentary. “Oh, Dr. Allicorn, isn’t her face so pretty around you.” “Dr. Jacobs, look at how her legs strain with what you’re doing to her pussy.”
Finally, Allicorn pulled out and I gasped and choked and tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t see well because my eyes were filled with tears from the strain of the throating. I gasped and sputtered and lay my suddenly free head against the table while Dr. Jacobs continued to furiously fuck my pussy. Finally, I got enough breath to talk and said, “Wait. What’s going on?” in a weak voice. I didn’t get an answer, but when I tried to repeat it, my mouth was occupied again. It wasn’t Dr. Allicorn, it was Nurse Marigold. She climbed onto the table and pushed her pussy against my face.
She lifted my head against her and said, “Use your tongue dear.” I don’t know if it was the strain of all that had happened or if it was just the immediate and conditioned response to listen to a medical professional, but I didn’t hesitate. I pushed my tongue up before I knew what I was doing. It was a strange, exotic, and musky flavor that hit my tongue, and I felt my pussy react even more strongly to what Dr. Jacobs was doing. I had never been with a woman before, and hadn’t really ever thought about it, but I pushed my tongue up and Marigold moaned above me.
Suddenly my pussy was empty, but Marigold continued to hold my face firmly against her slit, and I kept licking. I felt the straps on one ankle undone and felt my body twisted. It was an awkward position. Marigold straddled my face, so my shoulders were flat on the table. The doctors moved my free leg, though, so my body was twisted. I heard a clicking, and the stirrup with the ankle still strapped moved downward so that leg was flat. I felt a vise like grip on the free leg and I was spread apart and my pussy was filled again. The position was awkward, but with my pussy filled again, I didn’t mind so much. I heard Dr. Jacobs say, “Alright, she’s in position Josh, so proceed.” His voice was punctuated by exertion, so I assumed it was him in my pussy. A second later, I was in a blind panic and couldn’t assume or think anything because I felt the gargantuan top of Dr. Allicorn’s dick at the tiny virgin opening of my ass.
I c
ouldn’t believe that doctor expected my little rosebud to take that enormous thing. I had never done anal sex before, had never really considered it. I’d only had a few sexual partners, and our relationships were short-term. We never really got far enough along for anyone to ask me, and I wouldn’t have done it anyway. Now, I had a large cock in my pussy and Dr. Allicorn’s monster was right up against the little ring while Marigold held my lips to her pussy. I tried to say something against Marigold’s pussy, but that only made her moan more and came out as just muffled noise. I felt a hard thrust against the resistant puckered opening and my entire body erupted in pain.
There is no way to adequately describe how hurt like that feels. Everything about me was paralyzed. All of the reluctant pleasure Dr. Jacobs had elicited from my pussy was gone. All of the exotic curiosity about the nurse’s cunt against my mouth disappeared. My whole world was reduced to an impossibly abused asshole and a gigantic cock. He pushed in just as slowly and inevitably as he had in my mouth, and each millimeter of movement sent agony coursing through me that was so powerful I couldn’t breathe. I felt my hands and my bound leg straining against the straps and I realized my whole body had tensed up and I had no control over it.
He forced his way into my tiniest and tightest hole slowly, filling me in an impossible way on a terrifying and torturous journey, and I still couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t scream as much as I wanted to. My body was still tensed up and pulling at the restraints and my mind was a cloud that felt only the hurt of the thing that felt like the Washington Monument that was impaling my ass and sending lightning like bolts of unbearable pain through my body. Vaguely, I was aware that Dr. Jacob’s was still pushing in and out of my pussy with abandon. I also knew that the nurse was grinding herself against my face even though the paralysis that took over my body kept my tongue from moving.
Finally, Dr. Allicorn grunted and with a final thrust, got all the way inside and just kept it there while the other doctor pushed into my pussy. With the movement stopped, the pain subsided a tiny bit, just enough for me to realize I should try to get away, and I moved my free leg, but in doing so I realized both Dr. Jacob and Dr. Allicorn held me, one on my ankle and one on my calf. Allicorn kept his cock fully inside of me while the other moved, and I was just getting to the point where the pain was bearable when gigantic cock began to move, ramping the agony right back up to impossible. It was overwhelming as the massive thing moved, and unlike what he did in my mouth or as he first pushed in, he wasn’t slow.
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