Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends

by Fantasia Moan

  I just smiled and nodded. That night had conclusively proved to me that I was going to do anything Dan asked me to do.

  Story Thirty

  “Kelly Lewis!” yells the receptionist across the busy waiting room of the Holy Cross Christian Women’s Hospital.

  “That’s me,” I say shyly, blushing, and brushing my blonde curls out of my face. I could feel the blood rushing to my hot cheeks with embarrassment. The last thing I want is for the other women to hear my name. Although I know I wouldn’t be in trouble, after all, my fiance, Pastor Jim had scheduled the appointment for me. It’s not that he didn’t trust me, it was obvious to anyone who knows me that I am a virgin in every sense of the word. He just has to go through the proper proceedings to make sure that his congregation will accept him and bless our holy union.

  So here I am here at the women’s hospital, to be inspected and medically certified as a virgin and a pure woman. Jim is the most devout pastor I have ever met and I know I should feel honored to be his wife, but the idea of the wedding night is absolutely terrifying. The idea of a man entering me has been haunting my dreams lately and I wake up sweating with my legs crossed tightly together. I usually have to kneel down beside my bed and pray for Jesus Christ to forgive my impure thoughts before I can fall back asleep.

  “Miss Brownhole! The doctor will see you now”, yelled the nurse, glaring at me for taking so long. She ushers me into a clean, shiney office and hands me a blue hospital gown. I take a look behind me and see a bed with some kind of crazy contraption attached to it. I gasp and ask the nurse,

  “what are those for?”

  “The stirrups are for your legs, honey. Undress, take everything off and sit with your legs spread and your feet in the stirrups so the Doctor can take a look at your private parts to make sure your a good clean Christian woman.”

  I look at her with disbelief and shiver at the thought of a man looking between my legs. I’ve never even seen it myself! My friend, Sue Ellen, from church told me that she looked at herself down there while she was taking a bath and her Momma walked in and caught her and slapped her right across the face. I’ve been careful to close my eyes in front of the bathroom mirror every time I take a shower. I don’t want to take any chances that I might accidentally see such an unholy thing.

  The nurse leaves me alone in the room. I take off my shirt. Immediately, I feel the cold and my nipples harden. I put on the blue hospital gown, remove my bra, and pull down my skirt. I fold my clothes and leave them in a neat pile. I cross my arms to cover my erect nipples, I would die if the doctor saw them through the gown. I sit on the reclined bed and stretch my legs out into the stirrups. Feeling exposed I pull the gown down over my lady parts.

  With my legs spread out like this I feel the breeze of the air conditioner tickle the insides of my thighs sending a shiver up through the little blonde wisps that surround my private parts. I feel a wet sensation in my panties and and a tingling feeling that makes me feel like I need to pray for forgiveness.

  I pull my legs out of the stirrups and clap my knees together tight! I cross my ankles and squeeze my thighs together tighter than ever before. The tingle is hard to shake and I get wetter and wetter and I think I might be having some sort of panic attack. I muster the courage to look down between my legs and see a darkened area on my pink panties. A little wet spot right in the center.

  I think I must have gotten so nervous that I peed myself! How embarrassing, having an accident at twenty years old! The doctor will think I am an immature little girl who has no business marrying a respected pastor.

  The door creaks and I look up and see a thick head of black hair, and dark blue eyes on a giant frame.

  “Ahh Miss Brownhole,” He Said, “I’m Dr. Hardon.”

  He walked towards me to shake my hand and I squeeze my knees even tighter. “So I hear you’re going to marry my good friend, Pastor Jim.”It was true, Jim and Dr. Hardon were bestfriends, which is why he is the only doctor that Jim trusted to conduct my Virginity evaluation.

  I nod, blushing harder than I ever have in my life. I close my eyes and pretend I am home alone, reading my bible with thick wool stockings covering my lower half.

  “Miss Brownhole, please lean back, try to relax and spread your legs in the stirrups,”

  He says as he gestures for me to lay down. I do as he says. I lean back and spread my legs out in the stirrups, hoping he won’t notice the wet spot in the middle of my panties.

  “Well what do we have here?” he laughs, in a deep manly way. I feel like a little girl, and cover my face with my palms.

  “I’m sorry Doctor,” I say, “I must have been so nervous that I peed myself a little.”

  “No no no,” he chuckles, placing his gloved hand on the crotch of my underwear, examining the stain. “First of all,” he says, “I can’t examine you with your underwear on. I’ll need to remove them,” he slides his enormous hands up both my legs, under the blue gown, finding the elastic waistband. He sticks his fingers gently under the band and pulls them down toward my ankles. I uncover my eyes and see him holding my soiled underwear up to his face and taking a deep breath in. “Silly girl,” he says to me, “you didn’t pee yourself. You just got a little too excited and your pussy got a little wet.”

  “Pussy?” I ask. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, your lady parts.” he says gesturing between my legs. “Most girls from church are much too innocent to say words like Vagina.” I cringe at the harshness of such an ugly word.

  “Yes,” I say, “pussy sounds cute, like a sweet little cat. Now I know what to call it without feeling like a sinner.” Dr. Hardon smiles, and holds my underwear up to his nose, once again he takes a deep breath in.

  “Fresh and sweet,” he says examining my pink panties, rubbing the wet spot between his gloved fingers. “Pure as a spring rain,” he says smiling at me. “Just as I suspected.” I blush again and instinctively close my legs, causing the metal stirrups to rattle and close. Dr. Hardon looks at me with his deep blue eyes and wraps his giant hands around both of my ankles, gently prying my legs apart once more.

  “Relax, Sweetie,” he says, “If we’re going to finish the exam, you’ll need to be a good girl and spread your legs so that I can get a proper look at that little pussy.” I clamp my legs instinctively.

  “Sorry Doc,” I say, “I’m just not used to having a man between my legs.”

  “Don’t worry, Miss Brownhole! That’s perfectly normal for such a pure Christian girl. Here, let me help you feel a little more comfortable,” he says, holding the crotch of my pink panties up to my face and instructing me to breath in. Nervously, I inhale, smelling my own scent. It’s rich and fresh, like a hot cherry pie. I feel myself getting wet again and I can’t bring myself to open my legs. “Smells nice, doesn’t it?” says Dr. Hardon. “I can tell you’re clean and untouched just by the sweet little smell of your panties. But we do need to carry on with the exam. Please open your legs, so we can continue.

  “Sorry Sir, I say,” I’m just so nervous, I can’t help it.

  “No problem, Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ll just have to restrain you so we can finish.” Dr. Hardon pulls out two leather straps, and clamps them to the sides of the table. Around each ankle, he clasps two leather cuffs with big buckles, forcing my legs to stay open in the stirrups. Now, thankfully I won’t be able to snap my legs shut and Dr. Hardon will be able to examine me properly.

  “Thank you, Doctor,” I say, “this makes it much easier.” Dr. Hardon begins to kneel down in front of me and instinctively I slap my hands down around my wet pussy, covering it from view. “I’m sorry Doc,” I say, “It’s just a reflex.”

  He looks at me reassuringly and walks over to my side. He rubs my arm gently and pats me on the head. His arms are muscular and strong, nothing like skinny little Pastor Jim. I feel oddly safe with the Doctor and I want to do everything I can to help him carry out this examination.

  “What can I do to help you feel more comf
ortable,” he asks sweetly.

  “I think it might help if you could restrain my arms as well,” I reply.

  “Alright, Miss Brownhole,” he says, “whatever it takes to confirm your virginity so you can marry Pastor Jim.” He pulls out two more leather straps, cuffing my wrists above my head. Now He will finally be able to get a good look between my legs without me covering myself like a silly little child. I know that this is necessary, and perfectly Christian for that matter. The doctor just needs to take a quick look at my little pussy and make sure that nothing has ever entered it before.

  Dr. Hardon pulls out two more leather straps and buckles the cuffs around each wrist, he tightens the straps hoisting my arms above my head. I am now fully restrained on the table, legs spread wide, pussy wetter than ever. He kneels in front of me once more, my blue hospital gown obstructing my view. He shines a light to get a good look and breathes in a pleasing gasp.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers, “you have the tiniest, prettiest, little pussy I have ever seen!” I struggle to close my legs, forgetting about the leather straps holding them open. “Absolutely perfect,” he says, “would you mind if I take some photos for a medical textbook I’m working on?”

  “well...I...I..” I don’t know what to say and before I know it Dr. Hardon crosses the room and grabs a large professional looking camera and takes several snaps of my exposed little pussy. I wiggle wanting to close my legs, but I am restrained.

  “Would you like to see it?” he asks, “it’s like a little rosebud kissed by rain.”

  I say nothing, I’m so embarrassed but I can’t helo but wonder what my little rosebud looks like. He shows me the display screen and I see it. It’s flushed and pink as a carnation, and I can see the glistening wetness under the bright lights of the exam room. I feel the little rosebud throbbing above my tiny opening and my legs pull tight against the leather straps.

  “Doctor,” I whisper, “I can feel my pulse down there, make it stop!”

  “Don’t worry, Miss Brownhole, I need to finish your examination. Just be patient,” he says. I feel a tension rising in my body beginning below my belly button like a hot shot of liquor running through my bloodstream. In my hips I feel it spreading, tingling, a yearning I have never felt before. Spiraling up into my chest, my nipples harden, fully visible through the thin fabric of the gown. I feel it in my knees, sending shockwaves through to my toes. I feel my pulse throughout every cell of my body, radiating from the wet little rosebud above my dripping wet pussy.

  “Please Doctor,” I beg, “please touch it, I can’t take it anymore.”

  “Shall I begin the physical examination then?” he asks. I nod, squirming with a mix of nerves and delight. He kneels down once again extending one finger grazing the outside of me. I can feel the moisture seeping out of me, my pussy begging to be penetrated. He slides his finger in a tiny circle around my opening. Barely applying any pressure at all with his gloved fingers. My natural lubrication allows his finger to slide easily up and down focusing his attention on the bundle of nerves right above the opening. I flinch, closing my eyes, taking in the unfamiliar sensation.

  “Your clit is engorged,” he says, “you must be excited.”

  “My what?” I ask?

  “Your clit,” he says, “pinching it ever so gently between his thumb and forefinger so I understand what he means. He rubs his index and forefinger over my clit in little circles. I feel the blood rush out of my head and down between my legs. It feels like my heart was built solely to pump blood to my swollen little clit.

  The tension builds as the doctor continues to rub his fingers in graceful little motions. The feeling is electric, tiny shockwaves extend from my pelvis outward. I feel beads of sweat running down my forehead, my neck, and my breasts. My legs shake as I try to force them together in the stirrups. In a sharp burst of pleasure, the room goes black, as I let out an uncontainable moan of satisfaction.

  “Uh oh, looks like I’ve got a little virgin squirter on my hands,” he says extending his soaking wet glove up to my face. “Have a little taste,” he says. I do as he says opening my mouth and sucking the liquid of his fingers. “I think I’ll have to give that sweet little pussy a little taste.”

  he kneels between my legs once more. I feel the stubble on his square jaw rub against the inside of my thighs rubbing his soft full lips against my throbbing clit. I feel the warmth of his breath, the moisture of his tongue as he licks my clit. He moves downward over the tiny opening of my pussy, down even further to the hole between my cheeks. I clench my cheeks together surprised and ashamed that the handsome Doctor put his tongue on such a disgusting body part.

  “Doctor what are you doing?” I shout. He ignores me, grabbing me by the meat of my thighs, he buries his face between my cheeks eating it like a ripe peach. At first I clench my cheeks tighter and tighter, but he pries them open with his strong hands and muscular arms. I sink into the feeling, wriggling with pleasure as the doctor runs his tongue from my clit to my bum.

  “I didn’t think anything could be tighter and prettier than that pussy until I got my mouth on that perfect little asshole,” he says.

  I feel ashamed, violated, liberated, and flattered all at the same time. My heart beating out of my chest, I knew only one thing, I wanted him to keep going.

  “Stop,” I beg in a breathy voice, meaning exactly the opposite. He looks at me hungrily and says,

  “Don’t worry, Miss Brownhole, you’ll still be a Pure Christian Virgin, I won’t put so much as the tip of my pinky in that perfect little pussy.” The doctor removes his gloves and runs his bare index finger along the outside of my wet little pussy, moving down, circling gently above my even tinier asshole. He presses his finger against the hole, lubricating it with my own juices. I can’t help but clench my cheeks around his finger. He presses and presses, slipping the very tip inside me. The muscles contract around it, quickly ejecting it back out. I squirm excitedly, but can’t help but be nervous.

  “Doctor,” I ask, “do you really think that whole finger will fit?”

  “Well I hope so,” he says laughing, “if you can’t take my finger in your asshole, how are you going to deal with my cock?”

  I choke, utterly shocked, eyes wide in anticipation. He presses against my little asshole once more, this time with more pressure, inserting his finger in passed the middle knuckle.

  “That’s a good girl,” he says “let me get in there just a little at a time. He begins to pull his finger out and rests it on the outside of the hole. I feel a second finger slide up next to it. He presses both fingers in and I gasp in pain. He immediately pulls them out, apologetically. Gently kissing my timid little hole with those big full lips, wetting the rim as he reinserts just one finger again.

  “I’m ready for two,” I say, “it hurts but I’m ready to feel you inside me. Keep going no matter what I say, even if I scream. I don’t want you to stop.”

  I barely recognize the words coming out of my mouth. I am overcome with the desire to feel him enter me, all of him inside me, as deep as he is long. I feel two fingers enter me once more. It hurts. It hurts but I want him to go deeper.

  “Stop,” I plead. The doctor pulls his fingers out of me and I hear the jingle of his belt buckle and the hum of a zipper. He begins to unbutton his shirt, slowly, one button at a time. He’s so impatient he begins to pull his shirt open, ripping the buttons off. I hear the little plastic buttons clink against various metal objects as they fly across the room. He tears his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest. I see his giant cocking pointing up at me. It’s the first cock I’ve ever seen, but I know it’s huge, even with nothing to compare it to. I want to feel it inside me.

  He unbuckles the straps around my ankles, freeing my legs. He grabs me by the hips rolling me onto my stomach, twisting, and tightening the restraints around my wrists which hold my arms above my head. I feel the warm plastic of the exam table press against my forehead and nose as he holds me down firmly. He grabs my plump as
s cheeks and spreads them wide open. He takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it on my clit, teasing me until I gush again. I’m so wet and the head of his cock glides easily from my clit up my crack until it is pressing up against my asshole. I’m so tight and I can feel his cock trying to enter me slowly. He thrusts against me and the head goes in, only to be pushed back out by the narrow, contracting muscles.

  “Stop! It hurts,” I scream. Although I protest, all I want is to feel that enormous cock deep inside me. He thrusts the head in again, pressing against me, to ensure it stays in this time. He comes closer to the table slowly inching it in, deeper and deeper inside of me. I begin to scream and struggle! his cock is too big for me. He presses my face into the table to muffle the sound. He continues pounding me from behind, fondling my clit with his free hand and I begin to feel the most delicious carnal hysteria, as painful as it is pleasurable. My heart is in my throat. I can’t feel my hands, my feet, my knees, nothing but the overwhelming bliss of penetration. And just when I think that I will die from the guilty gratification the Doctor moans,

  “I’m gonna cum!” and I feel the warm gush of fluid entering me as he presses my face deeper into the exam table. I feel his cock sliding out of me. My muscles quickly contract back into place, tight as ever before. Already, I miss his huge cock pounding back and forth inside me.

  The Doctor dresses himself, leaving his shirt open, as the buttons are now all over the room. I look at him longingly, knowing that if I marry Pastor Jim, I’ll never feel that thick pulsing cock in my little asshole ever again.

  “Don’t worry,” said the Doctor, “You’re still technically a virgin by Pastor Jim’s standards and I’ll make sure to give him a good report that you are a pure Christian virgin.”

  He unbuckles my wrist restraints and rubs at the sore skin. He kisses the reddened skin where the cuffs had rubbed them slightly raw. He gently pulls the blue hospital gown over my head and blushes at the sight of my hard nipples right in the middle of my perky C cups. He hands me my clothes and helps me get dressed. He looks at me longingly and scoops me up in his arms and sets me on his laps as he sits down on the exam table. As he looks into my eyes I know that I will have to call off my wedding to scrawny little pastor Jim.