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   Corkscrew

   Part 1 - Introduction

   My name is Thomas Corcoran.  My nickname is Tommy.  I was afraid if word
got out, people would start calling me Corkscrew.  I kept it hidden for as
long as I could.  My classmates in gym and swimming never found out.  My
doctor never knew.  My parents didn't have a clue, until...

   It was one of those humid June nights where it's hard to breathe let
alone sleep.  The only way I could get comfortable was to sleep buck-naked
and try enjoying the minimal breeze that barely moved the hot air through
my bedroom.  I don't remember the dream, but it must have been a doozy
because I got a major hard on.  Wouldn't you know, that was the morning I
slept late and my mom decided to walk into my room without knocking to get
me up.  That's when she saw it.  My corkscrew dick.  It looks like it was
mangled in some machine, maybe an oversized pencil sharpener or something.
Anyway, it's all twisted, kind of like a corkscrew.  When my hard on goes
down, it looks perfectly normal.  That's why no one has ever been the
wiser.

   I thought everybody's erection looked like mine until one of my
classmates brought an x-rated magazine to school, one he'd swiped from his
father's collection.  In the magazine, some of them curved up, some curved
down and some were as straight as a crowbar.  None of them followed a
twisted curve like mine did.  I decided to keep it a secret for as long as
I could.  Out of embarrassment.  I was a freak.  Nobody likes being a
freak.

   My mom cried out, "Thomas!" I startled, saw her standing there, and
tried to cover myself with a sheet.  "What happened to you?" she asked. 
Just the kind of supportive thing a guy wants his mom to say about his
dick. "Nothing, Ma," I replied, hoping the erection would subside.  "I'll
make a doctor's appointment," she said and walked out.  "Oh great!  Not
only does my mom know, but now I'm going to examined by a doctor."

   I tried everything I could to convince my mom to cancel the appointment,
short of pulling down my pants to show her I was normal.  Maybe that would
have done it.  Anyway, she called my regular doctor who referred me to a
specialist, Dr.  Vidill.  On the selected date, Mom drove me to the
doctor's office.  We waited a long time until we were escorted into an
examination room.  The doctor showed up soon after and asked what seemed to
be the problem.  "It's his, uh, privates," my mom tried to explain.  She
was embarrassed but the doctor took it in stride.  "If you'd prefer to wait
in the reception...," offered Doc.  My mom was out of the exam room in a
flash.

   I undressed completely, at the doctor's request.  I stood next to the
exam table as he looked at my penis and moved it from side to side with one
gloved finger.  "Looks just fine to me," he said, "maybe a tad over average
in length.  So what is the problem, Thomas?" Dr.  Vidill had a quirk of
rubbing the temple next to his forehead.  He would scrunch up his face,
like he had a major headache.  I wasn't sure he was listening to me. 
"Nothing when I'm like this.  It only shows up when I get hard," I said. 
"Hmmm, well, I guess you're going to have to have an erection." "Just like
that?  I don't know if I get one just standing here.  I mean, don't you
have Playboy magazines or something in the waiting room?" "No, I don't. 
Even though I specialize in genital and reproductive problems, I have a
nice clean practice here, young man.  My female patients would be up in
arms if I had that kind of reading material." "Well, I can't just get a
hard on from nothing." I was still standing there, naked, when one of the
nurses walked in with a chart for the doctor to look at.  I was so startled
that I forgot to cover up.  She got a good look and smiled.  She was very
pretty.  Strawberry blonde hair.  Turned up nose.  Freckles.  When the
doctor's attention turned from the chart to my penis, he saw that it had
grown in size, just slightly, from the nurse's visit.  "Oh, Nurse Lassiter,
don't go just yet." The nurse closed the door and stood by.  "I'd like your
help in this examination.  If you'd put on a set of gloves," he directed.
The nurse put the chart down on the desk and put on a pair of gloves she
got from a wall dispenser.  They were too large for her hands and went on
too easily.  "Mr.  Corcoran, would you please get up on the table.  Now
just lay back and relax.  Nurse, would you please perform a visual
inspection on Mr.  Corcoran's genitals." The nurse was some what surprised
by the look on her face.  "You don't usually ask me participate in these
kind of examinations," she said.  "I realize the circumstances are a bit
unusual, but you're doing it under my supervision," Doc replied.  He rubbed
his head again.  She walked up to the exam table and lifted my penis with
her thumb and forefinger.  She moved closer to get a good look.  I thought
I felt her breath on my dick.  It was no use.  Being touched by an
attractive young woman was too much.  My penis grew in length and
dimension, taking its extended and twisted shape.  Both the doctor and
nurse were shocked at the end result.  The nurse dropped my penis like a
hot potato.  It didn't need to be held anyway.  It was standing up on its
own.  "Oh, my," said the nurse.  "So that's what your mom is concerned
about.  I've never seen anything like this, ever.  Tell me, Mr.  Corcoran,
are you fully functional?" I told him I didn't know what he meant.  "I
mean, can you ejaculate?" "Well, yeah, sure," I said.  I wondered if he was
going to ask me to do it in front of the nurse.  I kind of wanted him to
ask me.  No, I really wanted him to.  "Nurse, please take some
measurements," the doctor directed.  The nurse took a small tape measure
from the desk and took measurements of the length and width of my erection.
She had to touch me while she took the measurements.  I'm sure I grew
during the procedure.  Meanwhile, Doc was writing furiously on my chart. 
"I'd like to take a few photographs, as documentation," Doc said.  He took
an instant camera from one of the cabinets and took pictures from every
angle, making sure to keep my face out of the shots.  He put his notes and
photos in a patient folder that he labeled "Patient C." "Get dressed and
I'll meet with you and your mother up front in my private office," he said
and left.  "I don't think I'm going to be able to get my pants on, in this
condition," I said.  "Maybe I can help.  After all, isn't that what nurses
are for?  To help patients in distress?" She took a tube from a desk drawer
and put some goop in her hands.  She rubbed the stuff onto my erection, up
and down, following the curves.  The gloves kept sliding around on her
hands.  She finally took them off and threw them in the recycling bin.  She
put her bare hands around my dick and rubbed around and around.  Her face
was flushed and she was breathing faster.  So was I.  My hips bucked up and
down on the exam table against her marvelous friction.  She used a variety
of fast and slow movements.  I couldn't help myself.  "Oh, oh, I'm, I'm..."
I said as I lifted my hips in rapid thrusts, shooting cum all over my legs,
the table, and the nurse's uniform.  My erection started to dissipate as
the nurse cleaned herself up.  "If you need any help on your next visit,
let me know," she said and left.  I cleaned myself up using the sink and
paper towels.  When I left the examination room, I saw my mom and Doc
waiting for me in his formal office, the one with the large wood desk and
degrees on the walls.  "Mrs.  Corcoran, I'd like to study Thomas's
condition.  They'll be no charge to you, of course.  In exchange, you'd
allow me to publish the results of my research.  Oh, and of course, your
identities would be protected.  If I find a way to cure Thomas's condition,
that treatment will also be at no charge." Doc massaged his headache but
his pained expression remained.  "All right, doctor, if you think that's
best," said Mom.  I guess I wasn't to be consulted.  "We'll start with one
visit a week, after normal business hours, so I can collect more
information.  In the meantime, just go about your business normally.  Call
me if anything unusual arises." The doctor didn't choose his words very
well.  "I will need blood samples from you and your husband, whenever you
can come in.  I need to be able to do DNA analysis as part of my research."
Mom volunteered to give the sample then.  "My husband doesn't know about
Thomas's condition.  I didn't know how he'd react.  I'll make up some
excuse." "Better yet, let me call him and tell him we're doing DNA
screening for all of our patients, at no charge." Mom and I left the
office, mom shaking her head in dismay.  I remembered the nurse's generous
offer and grinned from ear to ear.

   Part 2 - Back For More Tests

   Amy Kellogg was an inquisitive young lady.  When her mom got remarried
to Dr.  Anitol Vidill, he went to great lengths to avoid her questions
about his medical practice.  A portion of their basement, however, became
her stepfather's home office.  On many occasions that did not require
patient contact, her step-dad would work from home, logging into his
office's computers for any information he required.

   After school and late at night, Amy would sneak downstairs and rummage
through her stepfather's papers.  She quickly realized that his specialty
was the organs between men's and women's legs.  Dr.  Vidill's textbooks and
journal articles included many pictures of men's penises.  Amy would get
strange but pleasurable feelings by looking at them.  Sometimes.  Amy would
get wet between her legs looking at her step-dad's book and magazine
illustrations.  Short ones, long ones, thin ones, thick ones, ones that
curved up and ones that curved down.  Such a variety!  She didn't have any
boyfriend but was determined to see one, up close and in person, to satisfy
her curiosity.

   During one of her midnight skulks, she found a set of patient folders on
her step-dad's desk.  Most of them were just diagnoses or treatment plans.
One, however, was in an envelope enclosure different from the rest. 
Instead of a patient's name, it was marked "Patient C." Amy opened the
envelope and found a set of photos.  She was overwhelmed at the male organ
in the pictures.  Given her research, she knew it was slightly bigger than
average.  But the shape!  It looked like a screw, with all the necessary
twists and turns.  Amy's panties were soon soaked.  "Boy, this is the penis
I'd like to examine.  I wonder who Patient C is?" she thought.  The visible
torso seemed to be that of a young man as opposed to someone older.  There
was no potbelly or fat around the patient's waist.  And the visible portion
of the legs looked to be smaller than a man's.  "I think Patient C is a
teenager.  Wouldn't it be great if Patient C and I were classmates?" Amy
wished.  Amy decided she had to find out who Patient C really was.  She
turned on her step-dad's computer and dialed up his office using a script
her step-dad had saved on the desktop.  The login screen presented her the
opportunity to specify name and password.  Amy was no computer expert, let
alone cracker.  There was no getting past this security.  She shut
everything down and went back upstairs to her room.  "Dad's office must
have a record of Patient C's real name.  Maybe its time I paid dear dad a
visit at work," decided Amy.

   Despite the doctor's assurances, I was scared that my secret would come
out.  The humiliation would be unbearable.  I knew in advance the nickname
they'd give me -- "corkscrew." The next week, Mom drove me to the doctor's
office at closing time.  "I'll be glad to drop Thomas off when we're done.
Its almost on my way," doc offered.  Mom readily accepted.  She kissed my
forehead, a family ritual, and left.  "Come on back.  We'll use the same
room as before," doc said.  I took off all my clothes without being asked.
Doc could hardly work on me fully dressed.  I sat on the edge of the
examination table, crinkling the paper as I shifted my weight.  Doc came in
followed by Nurse Lassiter.  "I thought it would be a good idea to have
some help this evening," doc said.  Nurse Lassiter smiled at me.  I
wondered if she volunteered or was recruited.  No matter.  He was right. 
Just the sight of his pretty young assistant had an effect, although not as
pronounced as last time.  "Hmm, Thomas seems to be partially conditioned to
your presence, nurse," doc said.  The nurse stared at my penis, as if
trying to give me an erection by her mind's will.  No dice.  Doc's headache
returned.  He rubbed at his head.  I think he forgot we were there for a
moment.  "I'd hate to ask this, nurse, but perhaps if you showed..." said
doc.  Nurse Lassiter was puzzled at Doc's request.  "Showed what?" she
asked.  "You know, your bra." Nurse Lassiter's fingers moved to the front
buttons of her uniform, undoing them one at a time.  By the time she got to
her waist, her bra was exposed and I was fully erect.  "Excellent.  First,
an x-ray," said Doc.  He moved a portable device to the table and
positioned it at my groin.  He taped my erection to the cold surface. 
"Sorry, this will only take a minute," apologized Doc.  They both stood
back as the x-ray machine buzzed once.  Doc removed the tape and pushed the
machine aside.  "Now we can take those additional measurements," said doc.
I lay back on the table, per doc's request.  He placed a hollow glass tube
around my erection.  The end against my skin was coated with a jelly
substance.  The nurse held it tightly against me while the doc filled it
with water at skin temperature from a graduated beaker.  "We're measuring
volume, Tom," he said.  Doc filled the tube up to the tip of my penis. 
Then he made a mark on the outside of the tube at the water's level.  "I've
measured how much water it's taken to fill the tube, with and without your
erection.  The difference is the volume of your erection," doc explained.
The nurse sat me up slowly and positioned a plastic pail to catch the water
from the cylinder.  "Nurse, please dry Thomas off," doc requested.  The
nurse took a soft towel and gently dried my dick, cleaning up the residue
jelly as best she could.  She seemed to be getting more interested in my
erection, and not clinically.  I laid back down, still fully erect,
partially from the nurse's caress and partially from the peek-a-boo she
played with her open uniform.  The doc took a piece of paper and created a
cylinder around my erection.  "Nurse Lassiter measured the circumference of
your penis, not of the whole erection," said doc.  Doc tightened the paper
cylinder until it was as small as it could be and taped it.  "There's one
more thing, Thomas.  I'd like to get a sperm sample.  You'll want some
privacy, so we'll wait outside until you're done," Doc said.  He handed me
a small metal cup.  "Uh, if its okay with you, can Nurse Lassiter stay, to
give me a hand," I said.  Doc looked at the enthusiastic face of his
assistant.  "Hmm, its a little unusual.  However, as long as we maintain
professional demeanor..." he said.  Nurse Lassiter nodded too vigorously in
the affirmative.  Doc left with a look of concern on his face.  I sat up as
Nurse Lassiter got some lubricant on her hands.  She spread her fingers,
placing them along the contoured curves of my dick.  Her other hand went
down to my balls, massaging my sack.  Rather than stroking me, she was
pumping my dick up and down.  Her fingers were just under the tip, teasing
it.  I looked down at her bra and small breasts.  It wasn't professional,
but I reached into her uniform and held her breasts in my hands.  Now the
fondling was mutual.  When she looked up, I leaned forward and kissed her.
She pulled back, surprised.  Then she smiled and leaned forward, returning
the favor.  Her kiss was open mouth, with a sampling of her tongue as a
bonus.  "Get, uh, ready, I'm, uh, gonna cum," I warned her.  She milked me
as I shot my cum into the cup.  It was a glorious orgasm.  There was a
stray blob of cum on the tip of my penis.  Nurse Lassiter bent down and
licked it off.  My dick pulsed at the thought of being sucked for real.  As
I got dressed, Nurse Lassiter buttoned up her uniform and then left the
room to deliver the specimen to the doctor.  "By the way, my name is
Sally," she said over her shoulder.

   Part 3 - Exposed

   Amy cleared it with her mom, that afternoon she'd take public
transportation down to her step-dad's office and surprise him.  Her true
intention was to find something that gave the real name of "Patient C" with
the unusual penis.  The receptionists greeted her cheerfully.  After all,
she was the boss's daughter, even if she was a stepchild.  At Dr.  Vidill's
next break between patients, he was informed that his daughter had arrived.
"Of course, I'm always happy to see you, Amy, but I have patients with
appointments.  I'm afraid I don't have any time to spend with you right
now," he apologized.  "That's okay.  Maybe I can just hang around and learn
something from the staff," she replied.  Something specific, she thought.
"All right, but only if they're willing and you don't get in their way," he
said.  Amy watched the nurses going back and forth between examination
rooms and the office laboratory with cups and pans and papers and folders.
She wondered if "Patient C" was there, right then, behind one of those
closed doors.  She stood behind one of the office administrators as patient
information was entered and updated.  This is what I need, thought Amy. 
"So how does this work?" she asked naively.  "We have computer-based
records, to keep our information up-to-date.  Paper takes so much room and
it's hard to find out what you need to know," said the admin.  "We have the
same thing at school.  They keep our schedules and grades on computers,"
said Amy.  "Just like your school records, our information is entirely
private, protected by patient-doctor privilege," said the admin.  "What if
you forget a patient's name?" asked Amy.  "The system is very good at
searching.  We just enter a part of a patient's name or their street
address, almost anything.  The patients that match show up on the screen.
You pick one and up comes their information," the admin answered.  "Wow,
that's neat," said Amy.  The admin was working on preparing billing as Amy
watched.  "I've started printing out this month's billing.  Would you help
me fold and stuff envelopes?" asked the admin.  "Sure, I'd be glad to
help," replied Amy.  The admin got up to fetch the invoices from the
printer room.  The sound of printing in the next room was evident when the
admin opened the door.  To keep noise down in the office, she let it close
behind her.  Now's my chance, thought Amy.  She slid up to the keyboard and
requested a search on "Patient C." One matching record was found.  When she
scrolled down to the bottom of the screen, there was the name - Thomas
Corcoran.  Tommy Corcoran?  I think I know who he is.  He's one of my
classmates at school, thought Amy.  The sound of printing alerted Amy that
the admin was coming back.  Amy clicked the main menu button and the screen
was back to the way the admin had left it.  Amy worked for about an hour,
folding bills and stuffing them into envelopes.  It's worth it, thought
Amy, now that I know who Patient C is.

   Mom dropped Tommy off for his visit.  "Dr.  Vidill isn't back yet from a
hospital visit, but we'll make sure Thomas gets home safely," promised
Nurse Sally Lassiter.  Mom was glad she didn't have to sit in the waiting
room while who knows what was happening to me.  I was glad Mom wasn't in
the waiting room given what happened to me on my previous visits.  Nurse
Lassiter directed me to the same examination room.  "Home sweet home," I
said weakly.  "Why don't you, uh, make yourself comfortable," Nurse
Lassiter said.  "Okay, nurse," I replied.  "Sally," she corrected.  'Oh
yeah, right, Sally," I said.  I took off all my clothes and sat on the
table.  I was no longer embarrassed at being naked in front of Sally,
especially after what she did on my last two visits.  "Do you know what the
doctor has planned for this evening?  I mean, more measurements or
something else?" I asked.  Sally sat at the small desk and opened the
envelope file.  The pictures fell out onto the desk as she read the
doctor's notes.  "Oh," she said with a smile.  "What, what is it?  What's
so funny?" I asked.  My imagination had come up with all sorts of nasty
causes for my condition.  Cancer.  Tumors.  Anything fatal.  And Sally the
nurse was smiling.  "We should wait until the doctor gets here so he can
explain it to you," Sally advised.  "No, I don't want to wait," I demanded.
"Okay, but you'll have to lie back on the examination table," she said.  I
didn't know why an explanation required me to lie down but I laid back.  I
lifted my head to hear the explanation only to see Nurse Lassiter removing
her uniform.  She stood there in her bra and panties, shoes and nurse's
cap. She approached the table and toyed with my growing erection.  "You
know, you have a mighty impressive tool there, young man.  Has it seen any
real action?  Besides from your hand, I mean," Amy asked.  "If you mean
having sex, no," I paused, "Not yet." "Well then, maybe its time.  Do you
know how to get a woman ready?" she said.  Before I could answer, she had
dropped her panties and was climbing up on the exam table, with her rear to
my face and her head hovering above my dick.  I had seen pictures of men
and women in this position, men using their tongues to excite their
partners.  I was up for anything, and I do mean up.  My dick felt as big as
it had ever been.  I was wrong.  Sally's lips on the head of my dick made
it grow even bigger.  She squatted so her cunt was close to my face.  I
stuck out my tongue and thrust it forward.  "Oh, not so direct, Thomas. 
Play with it," she said.  Okay, so I moved my tongue around, dabbing and
darting and teasing her pussy.  I must have hit a particularly sensitive
spot because she cried out and squeezed my dick in her mouth.  I went back
to that place, over and over, as Sally took me deeper and deeper into her
throat.  She pulled her head back and did a 180 on the table.  Her moist
cunt was poised over my dick.  "We're going to take this very slowly.  I've
never had anyone as big as you, even without all of those twists," she
said. She placed just the head of my erection into the outer folds of her
cunt.  Even that elicited a grunt.  She lowered herself just a bit and I
was firmly planted.  The trick would be to see how the curve of my dick
would affect entry.  The door opened and in walked Dr.  Vidill with a video
camera.  "Oh, you started without me.  And I did want to have a video
record of the entire procedure.  No names now, I'm filming," he said.  He
raised the camera and began filming, keeping our faces out of the frame. 
"We've only just had penetration.  You only missed the foreplay, which was
very nice," Sally said.  "Good.  Well, just keep on doing what you were
doing.  Pretend I'm not here," Doc said.  Sally dropped down a bit more,
twisting her body to line up with the next inch of my dick.  "No, no, keep
yourself straight," said Doc.  If he was going to coach or do play-by-play,
it was going to be very difficult to ignore him.  Sally straightened out
and tried to take another inch or so.  The curve was stretching her opening
and she didn't seem too comfortable.  "It's like fucking a tree truck. 
It's pushing me inside in all different directions.  I don't know how much
more of it I can take," she said.  "Well, do the best you can.  The more
you can take, the more effective the treatment," said Doc.  Wait a minute!
Fucking is my treatment?  "Maybe if I work it, it will come more
naturally," Sally said.  "You're in the driver's seat," said Doc.  Sally
started to hump against the portion of my dick that was in her.  I was
feeling the same thing, areas of friction of my dick against the walls of
her cunt.  She started slowly but picked up the pace.  On each down thrust,
she consciously tried to take me in a little deeper.  I didn't push up into
her, letting her decide the depth, although everything in my mind and body
told me to raise my hips and let her have it all.  Sally was grunting and
puffing.  Without warning she pulled her bra up over her head, exposing
those pretty little breasts.  They wiggled on her chest with her fucking
movements.  I was most of the way in now, and my strokes were long and
deep. On her next downward movement, I couldn't hold back any more.  I
raised my hips and gave her the full length.  A silent "Oh" formed on her
lips but she kept on humping, taking me almost all the way out and all the
way in.  I couldn't hold back any more.  "Uh, Doc, do you, uh, want me, uh,
to cum in, uh, her?" I said.  I don't know why I was asking him and not
Sally.  "Its okay, I'm on the pill," she said and kept on pumping.  I
grabbed Sally's waist and slowed her pace, trying to feel the friction. 
With a couple of more thrusts, I lifted my hips and came, over and over.  I
was wasted, exhausted, and very satisfied.  Sally laid down against my
sweaty chest with me still in her.  Our faces were close together, and she
gave me a kiss.  Doc turned off the camera.  "Hey, cut that out.  There
will be no romantics in Thomas's therapy," said Doc.  I had almost
forgotten he was there.  "Nurse Lassiter must have read my notes and
decided to get started right away," said Doc.  "He insisted, and the
patient is always right, right?" she said.  Doc nodded, interrupted
momentarily by his ever-present headache.  "Doc, please tell me what's
going on.  Is sex really my therapy?  Did you find out what's wrong with
me?" I asked.  "Yes, Thomas, It is and I did.  The x-ray told me what I
needed to know.  Evidently at birth or shortly thereafter, you suffered
lesions within your penis.  Oh yes, I should explain what a lesion is.  A
lesion is a place where two pieces of skin are stuck together.  Lesions are
a rare occurrence singularly in the male sex organ.  You, Thomas, have a
series of them, in a distinct pattern.  That pattern prevents the blood
that engorges your penis in preparation for sex from filling the entire
cavity.  The blood that can get through fills the open portions.  This
gives your erection its own unique shape.  That is also why your penis
looks perfectly normal in the relaxed state.  Is this making sense to you?"
Doc said.  "Sure, I guess so," I replied.  "Good.  Now, there is procedural
therapy and surgical remedy.  I don't think you want us cutting your penis
open." If my dick hadn't deflated by now, it shrunk at the mention.  "I
didn't think so.  The procedural therapy consists of frequent erections and
stimulation, allowing the pressure of the blood to eventually open the
lesions.  This will give your penis full blood flow and a straight
erection. Eventually," Doc said.  "How long is eventually?" "I really can't
say.  It depends on how frequently you get an erection and either have sex
or masturbate.  The motion must be in a straight line, however.  It will do
you no good for your partner or your hand to follow the curve of your
erection.  You must try to keep your erection in a straight line in either
activity." "So you're telling me to jag off, straight, every day." "Twice
if you have the stamina.  Straight up and down, even if it hurts.  And it
might." "And sex?" "I'm not telling you to go around, having sex with young
women indiscriminately.  I had the impression from our last session that
Nurse Lassiter might be a willing partner.  Your activity when I arrived
showed that to be true.  We will keep up our weekly visits, so I can
measure and x-ray your penis to track your progress.  If Nurse Lassiter is
willing, our sessions can include therapeutic intercourse.  But you have
the primary responsibility to do your homework.  Understand?" "Yes sir."
Masturbation and sex as therapy?  This was better than winning the lottery.

   Part 4 - Extra Credit

   I was walking through the hall, heading for the cafeteria for lunch,
when I heard my name called out.  I stopped and turned around.  There was a
small girl with dark straight hair down to her shoulders carrying a stack
of books that seemed large due to her size.  "Hi, you're Tommy Corcoran,
aren't you?" she said.  "Yeah, that's right.  Do I know you?" I replied. 
"I guess you haven't noticed me.  We have biology together.  My name is
Amy, Amy Kellogg," she said.  "Okay, well, hi Amy.  What's up?" "It's just
that like I haven't been keeping up with our work in biology and I was
hoping you'd like help me," she said.  Me, a tutor?  I wasn't doing that
well.  Say, maybe if I'm forced to explain stuff to someone else, I'll
understand it better myself.  "Okay, sure, I guess so," I said.  "Great! 
Are you free after 9th period today?  I'm on the acrobatics team and I have
a key to the small gym.  We can study there and not be disturbed." That
sounded like a terrible place to study but I had no alternative to offer.
"Okay, I'll meet you at the small gym after 9th."

   The day passed no quicker than normal and I almost forgot my
appointment. Taking my biology book from my locker for our homework
assignment reminded me of my appointment with Amy.  I walked to the second
floor small gym and tried the door.  It was open so I went in.  Amy was
already there, working on some kind of tumbling routine.  She was dressed
in a tight leotard with large perspiration stains.  She stopped and got a
towel when she saw me.  "Hi Tommy.  I was just practicing my new routine. I
guess I got all worked up." When I got closer, I realized Amy wasn't
wearing any underwear under her leotard.  Her small pointed nipples were
clearly visible and the leotard hugged the curve and crease of her pussy. I
felt like I was on Candid Camera, and someone was filming from the
bleachers.  I looked around to see if anybody else was there.  "What are
you looking for, Tommy?  It's just the two of us.  We're all alone
together." She made it sound sinful, not academic.  "Come and sit down and
I'll tell you what I'm having trouble with." I took a seat across from her
on a gym mat.  She was sitting Indian style.  The leotard was pulling even
tighter at her crotch.  I saw there were snaps that closed the leotard
there, straining to keep her covered.  I felt an erection forming in my
pants.  My books were a perfect camouflage.  "You see, Tommy, this is the
chapter I'm having trouble with.  This one about male and female
genitalia." The chapter she had turned to was unfamiliar to me.  Had we
even covered this material in class?  I doubted it.  What was with this
girl, anyway?  "I just can't get a grip on the male sex organ.  I'm sure
you can help me with that.  You're special." "And just what do you mean by
that?" "I know you're special because I saw pictures of you.  From my dad.
He's Dr.  Anitol Vidill," Amy finally explained.  Keep my identity secret,
like hell he did.  His daughter knows, for Christ sake!  Amy leaned forward
and pushed the books off my lap.  She was on her knees.  One hand held her
up while the second caressed my dick through my pants.  "I think your male
organ is wonderful," she said.  Wonderful?  Not hideous or gross or
disfigured?  "Its my dick.  Call it my dick," I said.  "Can I see your
dick? I just want to look at it.  It will make things clearer.  For biology
class." Let her maintain her fantasy, I know what she really wants.  I
looked around and we were still alone.  I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my
fly.  I wiggled around to get my pumped up dick out of my pants.  "Oh, its
beautiful.  And so big.  Can I touch it, please, just to see how it feels?"
"Sure, go ahead, but just touching." I knew she wouldn't be able to stop
there.  I wasn't fooled.  Her small smooth hand slid over the surface and
curves.  It felt marvelous.  It was growing and throbbing in her hand. 
"Oh, it feels alive." She kept inching forward, trying to get a better look
at it.  Soon her face was just inches away from it.  A drop of precum had
accumulated at the tip.  "What's that?" "That's the stuff that lubricates
my dick.  Rub it around the tip." Amy did as I asked and the throbbing
continued.  But, hey, this was therapy, right?  And who better to
administer it than the doctor's daughter.  "Your dad said I have to
masturbate or have sex every day.  Would you like to help me with my
therapy, Amy?" "Me?  Help with your therapy?  Sure.  But I'm not ready for
sex.  Can I help masturbate you?" Amy had read all about male masturbation
in her father's journals.  She even knew some of the techniques by heart.
"Okay, you can help me masturbate, but you have to do it straight, not
along the shape of my dick.  Can you do that?" "I'll try, if that's what
you need." "Its a little dry.  Can you use your saliva to moisten it?  Just
put it in your mouth and lick it." Amy knew more than I thought and started
giving me a blowjob that rivaled the one I got from Sally.  Amy had a
smaller mouth and couldn't take much in, but it was quality, not quantity.
I almost had to pull her face off my lap.  "Okay, Amy, now stroke my dick,
straight up and down.  Don't be afraid to pull hard." Amy was dutiful and
followed my directions.  I laid down on the mat while Amy stroked me, up
and down, building me towards an orgasm.  Her straight strokes were both
titillating and painful at the same time.  I'm not sure I could have
followed the doctor's directions as well as she was.  It didn't take long
and I was just about ready.  "Do you want to taste my cum?" I asked.  Her
answer was to replace her mouth on the head of my dick and suck with all
her might.  That was enough to put me over.  Her vacuum took it all in,
although she almost choked as it filled her mouth.  One big swallow and a
couple of licks to clean me up.  Our tutoring session was through.  "Can
you tutor me again sometime?  There are more things I need help with.  And
I can help you with your therapy," she said.  Amy seemed to have had a good
time even though I never laid a finger on her.  That could wait until our
next tutoring session.  "Yes, Amy, I'd like that." I tucked myself in and
zipped up.  We left the small gym and Amy locked up.  Neither of us saw the
shadow that had been watching our activities since our arrival.

   Part 5 - Practice

   It was now a routine.  Mom didn't even enter the building.  She just
dropped me off at the front door and skedaddled home.  "Good evening,
Thomas.  We're ready for you," said Nurse Sally Lassiter.  As I got
undressed, the Doc and Sally entered the room.  The pretense was gone.  We
all knew that I'd be fucking Sally again tonight, as part of my therapy. 
"Have you been doing your homework, Thomas?" asked Dr.  Vidill.  "Yeah,
Doc, every day, just like you said.  Sometimes twice a day.  Straight up
and down," I said.  "All masturbation, no intercourse I assume?" said Doc.
"Right," I said.  "Well, I can see some chafing on your penis.  We want you
to be firm but not so rough as to rip the skin off, okay?  I'll give you
some cream to lubricate it," said Doc.  I nodded in agreement.  I noticed
Sally was still dressed.  I was still flaccid.  "Before we start your
therapy, we're going to retake your measurements and an x-ray.  I want to
see if you've made any measurable progress," said Doc.  I have with your
stepdaughter, I thought.  "Oh, but you haven't got an erection yet.  Nurse,
could you care for that, please," asked Doc.  "With pleasure," Nurse
Lassiter said.  Nurse Lassiter removed her uniform.  Tonight she had
skipped her underwear altogether and proudly stood nude before us.  I
wondered if the Doc was as effected as I was.  The next time he looked, I
was stiff as a board.  "From the looks of things, I think there's been some
improvement but for the study we must be quantitative," Doc said.  Doc
retook the length, width and cylindrical measurements.  Sally gave me a
feelie just before the x-ray, to make sure I was hard for it.  "I'll go
check these while you two proceed.  I'd like for you to enter Nurse
Lassiter from the rear.  Less chance of her turning, you see.  Straight in,
straight out.  Oh, and Nurse, try clenching your vagina muscles.  I'd like
Thomas to have some resistance against his penis," said Doc.  He
concentrated on rubbing his temple again.  I wondered why he didn't
prescribe himself some Tylenol if it was that bad.  With our marching
orders, Doc left the room to crunch the numbers.  Alone, Sally sat next to
me.  "I'll need to get ready, especially if Doctor Vidill wants me to
resist your penetration.  Why don't you start with my breasts this time?"
she said.  I stood up between her spread legs.  I used my tongue and a
little teeth to get her nipples all perked up.  My mouth traveled down her
stomach until I was running it, bottom to top, along her slit.  She spread
her legs even further and leaned back on her arms to give me easy access. I
made sure to end each lick with a flick of my tongue against her clitoris.
She was wiggling and wet.  "Ready?" I asked.  She answered by getting up on
all fours.  I got behind her and put my dick into the outer folds of her
pussy.  I was about to push in when she clamped her muscles tight around my
erection.  I couldn't move in or out.  Her cunt muscles were very strong. I
pushed hard, feeling the blood pulse in my dick as I tried to get deeper
into her.  Even she couldn't sustain the pressure forever.  When she
relaxed for a moment, I slid in as far as I could go, straight as an arrow.
Again she squeezed, and again I was stuck, but much further in.  Also, her
squeezing was getting her very wet, and I was able to slide with the
reduced friction.  'Oh, the hell with it," she said.  I fell forward,
burying myself all the way into her cunt.  I reached around and held on to
her tits while I leaned forward and back, keeping my dick as straight as I
could.  I thought I felt Sally's cunt muscles ripple with an orgasm. 
Either that of she was trying to tighten her muscles again but was too
weak. I wasn't too far behind, getting my release.  "I don't know what I'm
going to do for a sex life when you're cured," Sally said with a smile. 
Sally gathered up her things and went to clean up.  Doc returned as I was
washing myself off.  "Good news, Thomas.  There has been measurable
improvement.  Some of the lesions have gotten smaller.  That is, the
tissues have begun to separate.  When they all do, fully, you'll have a
normal looking erection." "Great doc, thanks." "I suspect that intercourse
is more effective therapy than masturbation.  However, I can't be sending
you around town with instructions to fuck women you meet." "Of course, I
understand." Doc faded away again, pushing against his temple so hard I
thought he's make a new hole in his head.  "However, if the opportunity
arises, and you can do it with protection..." "Say no more, Doc." I'd get
better faster if I was fucking instead of taking things in my own hands. 
Well, than maybe I should be looking out for those kinds of opportunities,
I told myself.  Myself was pleased at the thought.

   Part 6 - The Bet

   I stopped at Large Pharmacy on the way home from school.  If things
progressed with Amy, I'd be fucking the doctor's daughter at our next
tutoring session.  There was a young woman at the register.  Wouldn't you
know it; the condoms were behind the register.  I'd have to ask her for
them.  I expected some shit and got it.  "Can I please have a package of
condoms?" I said.  "For your big brother, huh?  What brand and size?" she
replied.  "They're for me.  Any brand, size large." "Yeah, right." She
handed me Maximillions, in size large, as I had requested.  "I haven't seen
you here before," I said.  "My dad owns the store.  I'm just working here
to earn some money while I'm on break from college." "Oh, a college girl.
How much are they?" She told me and I paid her.  She gave me some change
and more lip.  'Come back when your dad uses those up." "I told you,
they're for me." "Well, I don't believe you." "Want to bet?" She was
silent. I had called her bluff.  Was she going to back down now?  Not a
chance.  "Okay, little man.  The store closes at 9:30.  If your parents
will let you out that late, come back here and we'll see who's large and
who isn't." Her pun was quick.  This girl had brains.  I hoped to see her
body.

   I gave my folks some story about how I needed to go to a friend's house
to finish some homework I had forgotten for school the next day.  They were
pissed I had waited so long but let me go because they didn't want me to
miss an assignment.  I showed up at Large's right on time.  I don't think I
was expected, given her reaction when I walked in.  It was too late for her
now.  She came around the counter and locked the door.  We went into the
back room and she turned off the lights in the store.  "So, how do you want
to do this?" she asked.  "Well, you said I wasn't large, Ms.  Large.  If
I'm not, you win the bet.  If I am, then I win," I replied.  "Its Irene,
little man.  How can we tell if you're large?" she asked with a half smile.
She knew precisely how we'd know.  'My name is Tommy.  Get four boxes of
condoms, one each of small, medium, large and extra large." "In your
dreams." "See, there you go again.  I'll try them on, and you can be the
judge." "Sounds fair." Irene went into the darkened store and got the four
boxes.  I was going to enjoy the next part.  "Okay, so now you've got to
help me get hard," I said.  "Hey, that wasn't part of the bet." "A condom
is useless if the guy doesn't have an erection, right?  And I didn't see
any adult magazines on your shelves out there.  You'll have to do it for
me." "Well, you've got a point about the erection.  Is this enough?" she
asked.  She pulled her t-shirt over her head.  Her breasts were large, in a
plain white bra.  "That's good for a start.  How about the bra?" "No way,
Jose.  You've still got all of your clothes on.  This is a bet, not a strip
show." "You're right." First I kicked off my shoes.  Then I unbuckled my
pants and pulled them off.  A bulge was obvious in my jockey shorts.  Irene
looked at my underpants and then at my face and then at my underpants. 
"How about your pants?" I asked.  Sill staring, Irene unbuttoned her jeans
and pulled them off.  Her legs were shapely and her childlike white panties
made me get even harder.  "I'm going to take it out now," I announced,
dropping my jockey shorts.  Irene audibly gasped at the sight of my
erection.  'Oh my.  It is large.  But why is it that shape?" "To please
women," I said.  "Try the small condom.  For our bet." "No way that's going
to fit.  I'll try one of the large ones," she said.  She opened the package
and unsealed one from its aluminum envelope.  She walked up and kneeled
down in front of me.  The touch of her hands, putting on the condom, was
quite exciting.  My dick throbbed and bobbed as she tried to slide it the
length of my erection.  "I can't believe it.  Even the large is too small."
"Better get an extra large," I directed.  When she stood up, I saw a spot
of moisture on her panties.  Irene was getting just as hot as I was.  If I
handled it right, I was about to receive some first class Grade A therapy.
I removed the large condom so my dick was bare when Irene came back.  This
time, the fit was just right.  "There, see, I told you so." "Oh no, our bet
was that you were large.  You're not.  You're extra large." "All right,
what if we call it a draw.  We both won.  Now how do we pay each other
off?" I asked.  "Well, seeing as how you're all dressed up, maybe I should
provide you someplace to go." With that, she slid her panties with the wet
spot down her legs.  She found a stack of cartons to sit on, at the edge.
She spread her legs and aimed her pussy up.  I approached her and
positioned at her outer lips.  "I have to go straight in and out.  Doctor's
orders," I said.  "Just do it already.  I'm so horny I could burst." I put
my hands on her shoulders for steadying and pushed in, just past the
opening.  She moaned.  I withdrew a bit and went for a deeper thrust.  She
continued moaning, which was quite a turn on.  Sally the nurse was almost
silent in our encounter.  "Deeper, deeper, give it to me.  All of it." I
figured Irene must have been a cheerleader when she was younger, with all
the encouragement she was providing.  I kept it up, thrusting deeper and
deeper until she had taken my full length.  With great enthusiasm and
steady aim, I began my pistoning assault of her cunt.  She kept shouting
and I kept pumping.  I came in the condom but Irene wasn't done yet.  Being
a gentleman, I kept on going until she announced she had reached orgasm. 
"That was, well, there are no words," she said.  "Likewise.  So, Ms.  Large
likes them extra large, hmm?" I teased.  "Larger than life, except in your
case.  You know, you could spoil me for other men with a prick like that."
I put my clothes back on.  "Here, take the rest of this pack of extra
large. Don't bother returning the larges.  Just pass them along to one of
your small buddies." "Thanks.  Say, how long are you in town?" "Long enough
to want to do this again.  " I promised she'd get her wish.  I headed home,
eager to announce one intercourse to the Doc on my next visit.

   Part 7 - Caught In The Act

   Amy came up to me after Biology the next day.  "Do you have time for a
tutoring session today, Tommy?" she asked.  "Yeah, sure, I'd like that," I
said.  "Okay, same time, same place."

   When I got to the small gym after 9th period, Amy was there, practicing
some gymnastics on the uneven bars.  She was talented and graceful, putting
on an entertaining show.  "Bravo!" I said as she completed her dismount. 
She walked over to me in her tight leotard, wiping her perspiration from
her face with a towel.  "Hi Tommy.  Did you really like it?" "Yes, I did,
very much.  You're really good." "I wish I was as good in Biology.  Come
sit down and help me with this part," she said.  I sat across from her. 
The Biology book was in her lap facing me.  "See this chapter, the one on
women's genitals?  I can't seem to find my clitoris," she said.  She moved
the book to one side.  She had sneaked her hand under the book and popped
the snaps that held her leotard together.  Amy's young pussy was directly
in front of me.  "Its my turn first today, okay?" she said.  I said nothing
but moved my face to her crotch, lying prone on the mat.  I touched her
pussy with my fingers, moving the sparse hair to each side.  Then I took
her buttocks, one in each hand, and raised her pussy up until it was in
front of my face.  I used my tongue to stimulate her, as I had done with
Sally.  Amy was much more sensitive, and was bucking up and down.  Finally,
to keep her still, I planted my mouth over her cunt and thrust my tongue in
and out of her cunt.  "Oh, you're tongue fucking me.  Oh, it feels so, oh,
oh my." Amy was really enjoying my efforts.  In the meantime, my dick had
grown to its full size, cramped inside my pants.  It was painful,
especially since I was lying on my stomach.  I increased the tempo of my
thrusts, and added some clit sucking every once in a while.  "Oh my, oh my,
I think, yes, oh, yes, here it, oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming." Amy
relaxed like a limp noodle.  I could barely get my hands out from under her
ass.  I unzipped my pants and freed my erection to end the pain.  I was
about to ask Amy to do her part and get me off when I heard the door open
behind me.  I looked back.  It was Ms.  Murphy, the acrobatics teacher.  I
pulled my jacket over my lap to cover my erection.  "What do we have here?
Ms.  Kellogg, I think you'd better get yourself together.  We'll have a
chat tomorrow.  For now, run along home.  I need to have some words with
Mr. Corcoran." Amy took her things toward the locker room, leotard flaps
still hanging loose between her legs.  I hoped to sample her charms, for
real, one day.  But not today.  "Mr.  Corcoran, do you know school policy?
It explicitly states that fornication on school grounds is punishable by
suspension." "But we weren't having sex.  At least, not intercourse." "I
suppose you're going to tell me some nonsense about helping Ms.  Kellogg
with her Biology, aren't you?" "Would you believe me if I told you that?"
"Of course not.  How preposterous!" "Actually, she was helping me.  You
see, I'm under Dr.  Vidill's care, for the treatment of a very unusual
condition." "And what, pray tell, is your affliction?  Teenage male hot
pants?" "No, but I'm afraid I can't tell you." "A likely story.  If you're
telling me the truth, I insist you tell me." "It would be easier to show
you." With that, I removed my jacket from my lap.  Ms.  Murphy looked down
and saw my crooked cock.  "Oh my!  You're seeing Dr.  Vidill for that?"
"Yes, I am.  And he has prescribed that I masturbate, or have intercourse,
daily.  As therapy, of course.  Its the only way I'll become normal." Ms.
Murphy no longer made eye contact with me as she focused on my erection. 
For grins, I squeezed and my penis jerked in my lap.  Ms.  Murphy was
startled.  "You weren't going to have intercourse with that young lady,
were you?" "Oh no.  It's just that my condition is a secret but Ms. 
Kellogg, Amy, found out.  She was just trying to get me excited, so I could
go off to the bathroom and jerk off." "Seems like such a waste..." Ms. 
Murphy muttered.  "Excuse me, what would be a waste?" "Well, Mr.  Corcoran,
there are women who haven't had a sexual release recently who might take
advantage of your doctor's prescription." "There are?  Like who, Ms. 
Murphy?" I knew who, I just wanted her to admit it.  "Come with me, young
man," she said.  I followed her to her office, from where she had been
secretly watching us.  She never did take her eyes off my erection, which
stuck out of my pants as I walked.  She sat at the edge of her desk, and
then slid up on it, knocking various papers and stuff the other side.  She
didn't react.  Instead, she slowly slid her skirt up.  Her legs were thick.
Her silk stockings only went up to her knees.  Soon her dress was around
her waist, and she was trying to work her large panties from her full hips.
I reached to help her, which put my erection in a direct line with her
hairy pussy.  She grabbed my hips and tried to pull me forward, straight
into her cunt.  I balked, pausing to put on a condom.  Doc had told me to
be careful, so I was.  Entry was very easy.  Ms.  Murphy had a lot of
experience.  She tried to put her legs around me but it was no use.  So she
lay there, flailing her legs as I punished her cunt with thrust after
thrust.  I had no regard for her pleasure, although she was certainly
getting some, based on the gurgling sounds she was making.  Her cries of
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh" followed by a sigh told me she was finished.  But I
wasn't.  I kept it up for a few more minutes as Ms.  Murphy lied there like
a stuffed animal.  Well, I certainly had stuffed her.  "That will be all
for today," she said in as professional a manner as she could muster.  I
didn't expect Amy and I would have a watcher during our next tutoring
session.  I did worry that Ms.  Murphy couldn't be trusted with my secret.

   8 - Two Peas In A Pod

   I stopped in at the local ice cream shop for a soda.  I thought it might
replenish some of the fluids I'd been losing lately.  A young woman
approached my booth and asked to sit down.  She was Hispanic with olive
skin.  I almost recognized her before she introduced herself.  "Hi, Tommy?
My name is Ramona Vargas.  I'm Ms.  Vargas the librarian." "Oh, sure, I
know you.  You look different, not surrounded by books," I said.  Lame
response.  "We have a mutual friend, I believe.  Ms.  Murphy, a teacher at
your school?" Oh great.  Ms.  Murphy the blabbermouth.  I knew this would
happen.  "What did she tell you?" "She said you are a patient of Dr. 
Vidill's.  So am I." "Oh really.  Why don't you tell me about it." I love
hearing about women with dysfunctional sex organs.  "I'm engaged to be
married to wonderful man.  His name is Mark.  Anyway, with the wedding
coming up, Mark convinced me we'd eliminate the wedding night awkwardness
if we had sex before the wedding.  There didn't seem to be any point in
waiting, with the wedding only about two months away.  Anyway, our first
sex was terribly painful for me.  It was like he was splitting me in half.
I had to push him off me.  He didn't understand." I was going to apologize
for my question but didn't.  After all, we were already deep into her sex
life.  "Tell me, just how big is Mark, comparatively?" "I can't really say.
Mark was my first.  I don't have anyone to compare him to.  How is seven
inches?" "That's a little larger than average.  And this was your first
time?" She nodded yes.  Maybe this was just the case of a tough hymen. 
"Anyway, I went to see Dr.  Vidill a couple of weeks ago.  He has such a
great reputation for getting results.  He told me I had lesions, you know,
joined tissue, inside my vagina.  That's why sex was so painful with Mark.
He put me on a treatment plan." Hmm, just after I went to see him.  And he
said lesions were an uncommon phenomenon.  I smelled something fishy. 
"When Marina, uh, Ms.  Murphy found out you were also a patient of Dr. 
Vidill, she thought we might want to talk.  To share experiences." I
thought I knew the answer to the next question but asked it anyway.  "So,
what kind of treatments is Doc having you do?" "Its a little embarrassing.
He has me using pretend penises." "You mean dildos?" "Yes, and vibrators.
He gave me a set.  I've been working my way up in size over the last two
weeks." "Is that all?" "Well, we're being completely candid here, correct?
My treatments have also included sexual intercourse with Dr.  Vidill." I
knew it.  "Sounds familiar." "Why?  What is Dr.  Vidill treating you for?"
"I went to the doc about a week before you did.  I have lesions inside my
penis that cause it to be crooked when I get an erection.  He prescribed
masturbation and sexual intercourse.  He even got me started, with one of
his nurses.  So, is your treatment working?" "That's why I wanted to talk
with you.  You see, the wedding is in about six weeks.  Dr.  Vidill told me
not to have sex with Mark until after we're married.  He said another
painful experience could ruin our sex lives, maybe even our marriage.  I
love Mark so much.  I'm worried I won't be ready.  Dr.  Vidill has a nice
cock, but not as big as Mark's.  I can't tell from the dildos and vibrators
if I'll be ready for Mark or not." "I understand.  Doc says my progress is
better with sex than with masturbation." "Maybe we can help each other out.
I want to try to have sex with someone whose cock is bigger than Dr. 
Vidill's, to see if I'm ready for my wedding night.  Besides, it's not the
same with those plastic toys.  They just don't get me off." Her language
was getting me excited.  "Tommy, I'm horny as hell.  Marina said you were
in therapy, and that having intercourse is helping you get better.  Would
you be willing, you know?" I was flabbergasted.  This voluptuous woman
wanted to have sex with me?  I almost couldn't get an answer out.  "Uh,
sure, I'd be happy to help you out.  We can just think of ourselves as a
support group for Dr.  Vidill's patients." She smiled and my heart melted.
She handed me a card on which she wrote her address.  "Why don't you come
over to my place this evening.  Mark is out of town.  We won't be
disturbed."

   Another lie about homework at a friend's got me out of the house.  Ms.
Vargas lived in a low-rise apartment building not too far from the center
of town.  She answered the door in a plain blouse and skirt.  It was
conservative but showed her body off better than her librarian outfits. 
For the first time, I noticed her tits.  They were tremendous.  Even bigger
than Irene Large, the drug store woman.  'Hi, Tommy, come on in.  Let me
take your jacket.  Make yourself at home." I entered the living room,
filled with beautiful furniture.  The design was Mexican or Spanish, I
couldn't tell which.  There was pottery and paintings and sculpture.  Ms.
Vargas's apartment was like a small museum.  I sat on the couch.  "Can I
get you something?  A drink?" "No thanks, I just had dinner." Ms.  Vargas
joined me on the couch, at a distance.  We didn't know where to begin. 
"So, is it painful?  I mean, those lesions in your penis, when you get an
erection?" "No, it doesn't hurt.  It just makes my dick look all twisted. I
was able to keep it a secret all these years until a few weeks ago when my
Mom walked in and found me naked with a hard on." "Would you please show it
to me?  I promise I won't laugh." No, mam, you won't laugh.  Maybe you'll
be shouting in pleasure.  "Okay, but fair is fair.  Won't you take
something off too?  Besides, that will help me get an erection." Ramona
unbuttoned her blouse as I took down my pants.  Her bra was bulky, I
guessed to be able to hold those big tits in.  She looked at my jockey
shorts and saw my reaction to her disrobing.  "So, are you a little bit
bigger than average?  Marina didn't say." "Maybe she wanted it to be a
surprise," I said.  I pulled off my jockey shorts.  "Oh my.  It's huge.  No
wonder Marina didn't tell me.  I've made a terrible mistake.  This is all
wrong.  You should go now." She started to put her blouse back on.  "Marina
didn't tell you how big it was.  She probably didn't tell you we had
intercourse." "You mean she took all of that?" "Yes, and she seemed to
enjoy it.  Before you make me leave, call Marina and ask her." "All right,
I will." Ramona turned her back to me and dialed up her friend.  I only
heard one side of the conversation.  "Hi, Marina, its me, Ramona.  Fine. 
Listen, Tommy is here with me.  Yes, he did.  Oh yes, but I'm having second
thoughts.  It's his size.  Tommy says you experienced it.  All of it.  Is
that true?  But how...?  Well, if you're sure.  Thanks.  Bye." "Marina
confirmed what you told me.  And, yes, she did like it.  A lot.  She says
she stretched to fit you.  And she says that's what I need, to be
stretched. That's what the plastic penises have been doing." Ramona was
beginning to perspire.  Beads of sweat ran down the deep valley between her
breasts.  With not another word, she removed her blouse, reached behind her
and unhooked the bra.  It lay on her heavy bosom until she removed it.  Her
breasts had large caps and flat nipples.  They reminded me of two
torpedoes. I had my own missile, ready for action.  I removed my shirt
while Ramona stood and let her skirt fall to the ground.  The leopard
panties matched her dark skin.  Dark hair struggled to escape from both
sides of her panty crotch.  She dropped her panties to the floor and
fluffed her pubic hair, like she was scratching an itch.  Then she pulled
her hair back from her shoulders.  Raising her arms, her breasts thrust
forward, begging for attention.  I was on them in a flash, rubbing them and
kissing them.  Ramona's hands rubbed my head and then shoulders.  Soon her
hands were behind me, feeling my ass.  The head of my dick rubbed her
navel. Ramona took a step back and led me to her bedroom.  There, on the
table, were the assorted dildos and vibrators.  She lay back on her bed,
legs apart, breasts heaving at the thought of my penetration.  I wouldn't
make her wait long.  But I was determined not to cause her any pain either.
I went to give her cunt a tongue-lashing.  I moved my face forward towards
her crotch but she grabbed the hair on my head and lifted it up.  "Oh,
Thomas, don't go down there with your tongue.  That's gross.  Why are you
doing that?" "I want to make sure you're wet enough.  There must be some
foreplay.  A dry hump can be painful." "Mark and I did not do any foreplay.
He just put his cock into me," she said.  What a nice guy Mark is. 
Expecting that his fiancée is lubricated and ready the first time he fucks
her as a virgin.  And Doc, telling her she has lesions.  What a load of
crap.  He just wanted to get into her pants.  No, this woman deserved
better than that, and I was going to see that she got it.  "Did Doc give
you some lubricant for the pretend penises?" 'Yes, its in a tube on the
table." This was the same stuff Doc gave to me, to prevent irritation
during masturbation.  I also took one of the small vibrators from the
table. "I think you'll enjoy this." I put a dab of lubricant on my finger
and ran it up her slit.  When I found her clitoris, I manipulated it
gently. Ramona shifted in response.  "Ooh, that's nice." I turned the
vibrator on a low setting and moved it up and down, opening her cunt lips.
I let the vibrator linger at her clit.  Ramona's hips shifted from side to
side and she lifted her crotch, to intensify the contact with the vibrator.
"It never made me feel like that when I was using it." For a librarian,
Ramona didn't know much about female anatomy.  I applied the vibrator
directly to her clit and held it there.  Ramona's hips bucked up and down
as she panted and puffed.  Her whole body shook with her orgasm.  "Wow,
that was awesome.  What did you do to me?" "Its not what I did, its what
we're going to do that matters." I took my last condom from my pocket and
put it on.  I took a position between her legs.  She was moist and wide
open.  The head of my dick entered easily.  "Oh, you're so thick.  Are you
really going to fit?" I started to answer by leaning in and giving her
another couple of inches.  "Oh, its so fat and so long.  It's stretching
me, just like Marina said." Thank you, Marina.  I owe you one.  I leaned in
some more, and another couple of inches penetrated Ramona's inexperienced
cunt.  "I don't think anything has been this deep in me," she said.  With
that, I finished the job and buried myself all the way in.  "Wow, I took it
all.  I did stretch.  Now I'm sure I'll be able to take Mark.  Oh thank
you, thank you, Tommy." Ramona began to kiss me all over my face.  When she
got to my mouth, I shared my tongue with her.  She was surprised, and
gradually returned the gesture.  With our mouths fully engaged, I began a
series of short strokes, in and out of her cunt.  Then I made the strokes
longer and longer, until I was taking my full erection out almost to her
opening and all the way back in.  "Oh, Tommy, is this what fucking is
supposed to feel like?  Dr.  Vidill never made me feel like this." "Dr. 
Vidill probably isn't equipped like this," I said on an inward thrust. 
"Oh, Tommy, it feels sooo good.  Keep going, don't stop.  I want to feel
like this forever." I felt the churning in my balls.  I wanted her to cum.
It wouldn't be fair to leave her unfulfilled, not after everything she'd
been through.  "Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me, don't stop.  Make me cum again,
Tommy, please." Ramona was delirious.  I was afraid my dick would shrink
before Ramona got another well-deserved orgasm.  I took my dick out to her
opening and rubbed it back and forth on her clit, trying to stimulate her
to orgasm.  I couldn't hold back any more.  The tip of the condom expanded
as I sprayed.  "Oh, Tommy.  I've never felt like that before.  It was
wonderful.  Thank you so much.  I know I'm ready for Mark.  And I won't
have to go back to Dr.  Vidill anymore and pay his outrageous fees." What a
bastard!  Good old Doc was fucking this woman and charging her for the
privilege.  I cleaned up in the bathroom and got dressed to leave.  "Good
luck with your condition, Tommy.  I hope I helped." Going to the library
would never be the same.

   Part 9 - Alternative Entry

   Doc was right about one thing.  The treatment was working.  Even I could
see it.  The combination of masturbation along with two very solid fucks
was taking the wrinkles out of my hard on.  Oh, there were still bumps all
around, but some of the lesions must have cleared.  The corkscrew shape was
no longer evident.  Why, in a few more weeks, even before Ramona's wedding
to Mark, I'd be normal.

   "Good evening, Thomas.  How are you doing tonight?" said Nurse Lassiter.
"Terrific, Sally, and how are you?  Feeling energetic?" I had a chip on my
shoulder, after finding out about Dr.  Vidill's phony diagnosis of Ramona.
I thought Doc should get some payback, somehow.  "Good evening, Thomas.  I
have some good news." "If it's about some of the lesions opening up, I
already know.  I can see the difference myself." "Good.  How did you do
this week?' "Five masturbations and three intercourses." "Oh my, you were
an active." "The opportunities just kind of opened up." I winked to
emphasize the point.  "Any irritation or other problems?" asked Doc.  "No,
none at all.  The masturbations were okay but the fucks were terrific." Doc
didn't know how to respond.  Well, it was his advice in the first place. 
What did he expect?  Doc's hand was back up at his head while he spoke. 
"I'll need to retake your measurements and another x-ray.  My research will
be quite thought provoking due to your rapid progress," said Doc.  "Are you
ready?  Oh, I see that you've gotten started but aren't quite at your peak.
Nurse, would you mind," asked Doc.  "Whatever you say, doctor," Nurse
Lassiter said.  Nurse Lassiter removed her uniform.  She was wearing bra,
panties and a garter belt to hold up silk stockings.  The outfit was quite
provocative.  I wondered if Doc had ever fucked the lovely Nurse Lassiter
in a moment of unbridled lust.  Looking at Sally always gets a rise out of
me.  One more time, just like the others, I was measured and x-rayed.  "I'd
like to observe your session tonight, and even videotape it, if that's all
right with you," said Doc.  "Sure, Doc, anything for science." Sally didn't
like the idea of videotape the first time.  Now we'd be captured for
posterity again.  Maybe she didn't trust Doc any more than I did.  We got
into the same position as last time.  I felt like an actor in a porno
movie, except without the salary or fame.  Doc turned off the camera. 
"Nurse, are you providing any resistance to Thomas's penis?" "It's hard. 
Doc." She could say that again.  "I mean, it's difficult to maintain muscle
pressure for that long.  Thomas is rather large.  I'm sure he stretched me,
at least a little." "Nurse, I understand completely.  But Thomas needs
resistance.  Doing that puts an awful strain on you, I can see that. 
Eventually, you'll just give in.  In the interests of the patient, how
about if we try anal penetration tonight?  That would be much better than
you trying to maintain muscle pressure against the onslaught of Thomas's
erection.  Yes, let's do that.  " Nurse Lassiter was much less convinced.
"Anitol, I've never..." started Sally.  Sally used Doc's first name for the
first time that I could recall.  Perhaps there was an office romance going
on after all.  Doc kept on massaging his temple.  "Now, Sally, you know
that I am entirely correct in my assessment of the situation.  We'll use
lubricant and I'll coach you as we go.  Don't worry.  Just try to remain
relaxed," advised Doc.  Doc handed me a tube of lubricant.  I put a large
amount on my dick, which was still erect.  Doc picked up the video camera
and resumed filming.  I positioned myself at her asshole.  She was closed
up like a McDonald's at 2 AM.  "Sometimes a distraction is the best
technique," Doc advised.  Leaving my dick at her rear entrance, I leaned
over her back.  One hand started up and down her slit, making sure to touch
her clit.  The other massaged both breasts, alternating.  Sally really
enjoyed the fondling and forgot all about my dick.  As she relaxed, I slid
in, getting only as far as my head.  Then her ass clamped down like a vice.
I thought the head would fall off due to lack of blood flow.  Using the
lubrication and continuing the fondling, I pushed a bit further in.  "This
is really uncomfortable," Sally pleaded.  "Open yourself up to new
experiences," coached Doc.  Slowly, she relaxed, but I couldn't move a
fraction deeper for fear of another clamping.  Eventually, Sally was
pushing her butt towards me, effectively making my penetration for me. 
When I got about half in, I started to stroke in and out.  By now she was
more comfortable and let me begin the fucking motion.  At three-quarters
depth, Sally balked and my whole dick felt the wrath of her bowel muscles.
'Its too deep.  I can't take it all." Meanwhile, the blood flow to my penis
along with Sally's tight rear entrance was doing marvelous things to the
lesions.  Sally and I were both sweating profusely, tightly coupled.  I was
getting weary from the effort and the waiting.  I started to withdraw.  I
was going to give up.  Sally felt me pulling back and loosened her grip so
I could get out of her ass once and for all.  As soon as I felt her loosen
up, I pushed all the way in.  Sally couldn't react fast enough.  Now there
was the matter of getting out.  I'd need Sally's cooperation for that.  The
pressure was so great that I was beginning to lose my erection.  As I got
smaller, Sally felt less threatened.  My weapon was changing from fire hose
to squirt gun and Sally was delighted with the turn of events.  Only then
would she cooperate, letting me stroke my less-than-hard on in and out.  It
didn't take long and I was completely deflated.  I was disappointed that I
hadn't come in her ass.  But, I was glad to get my dick out in one piece.
Sally quickly departed the room to clean up, quite upset with Doc's orders.
Doc was grinning from ear to ear.  He turned off the camera.  "Well,
Thomas, you put on quite a show.  That certainly was quite therapeutic." I
didn't know if he meant for my condition or his own lusty desires.  "Keep
up the good work next week.  Now let me take you home." It looked like
Sally was an innocent bystander to Dr.  Vidill's whim.  More important was
the effect it had on my condition.  I was getting better fast.

   Part 10 - Back For More

   The masturbation was boring compared to the real thing.  I did invent
some creative fantasies to get myself off, with people I'd never meet or
could ever get close to.  I changed my technique, however.  In the shower,
I'd use shampoo or shaving cream for lubrication.  I find the remaining
bumpy spots caused by the lesions and focus my rubbing on those spots
instead of just rubbing my whole dick up and down.  I even saw a couple of
the bumps disappear after concerted attention.  In a while, I'll be
straight.  And I know just who I want to put me over the finish line.

   I had to go back to Large's for another pack of condoms.  I wanted to
have one, just in case I got lucky with Amy.  Okay, I planned on getting
lucky with Amy, but only because she was so ready and willing.  Okay, also
because I wanted to get back at her dad the doc for Ramona.  Okay, I also
wanted another shot at Irene Large.  I guess I was really motivated to go
back there.

   I stopped in at Large Pharmacy on the way home.  Irene Large was at the
register.  "Hello little man." This time I knew she was just kidding.  She
knew first hand I was anything but little.  "I need another pack of
condoms, please.  Extra large." As if she didn't know.  "So what are you
doing, sport, going door to door, fucking lonely and horny housewives?"
"Nope, just taking advantage when an opportunity falls into my lap."
"Speaking of lap, is there any progress down there?" She glanced at my
crotch.  "Want to see?  I'd be glad to show you." Irene handed me two
packages of condoms.  "On the house.  Maybe I can get Mike to watch the
register.  If he comes up front, leave and come around the alley entrance.
I'll let you in." As requested by the owner's daughter, Mike stopped
restocking shelves and came up front to relieve Irene.  I'd be relieving
Irene too, soon enough.  I walked casually around to the back of the
building.  There were many stores in the same physical building as the
pharmacy, each with a back door.  All unlabelled, all looking the same.  I
walked up and down the alley as inconspicuously as I could.  Finally I saw
Irene's face come out from an open door.  "Get over here.  I thought you'd
run out on me." "Never, my love." I entered the back area where packages
were received and shipments picked up.  There was a small room on the side
that Irene led me to.  "We'll be safe here, but only for a little while. 
My dad and the next shift will be here soon." She was taking my pants and
underwear down as she talked.  I interrupted her fondling of my dick to
pull her t-shirt over her head.  I figured this was my last chance with
Irene and desperately wanted at her tits.  I tried to unhook her bra,
blind, by reaching behind her.  She stopped stroking me to undo the catch
herself.  They were marvelous.  Maybe not as big as Ramona's but large and
round with nice shape and hard nipples.  I put my lips to them while she
continued to stroke me.  I couldn't wait any longer.  I wanted a vigorous
fuck, right then and there.  So did she.  Using one of the condoms in my
new box, I was ready.  She sat me down on a chair and mounted me by sitting
in my lap.  She was in control of the pace and depth.  Fortunately for me,
she wanted it all and she wanted it fast.  "Is it my imagination, or have
gotten bigger since last time?" "Doc said as the curves straightened out,
I'd gain some in length." "I think I feel you in my throat." "If we have
time, maybe later." Her breasts bobbed in my face as she bounced up and
down on my dick.  I used my free hands to caress her tits and suck hard on
her nipples.  She moaned and groaned in delight.  She leaned into me,
rubbing her clit against the front of my erection.  Too soon, with shouts
of pleasure, she collapsed in my lap.  I expected Mike to come running, to
see what was the matter.  If I wanted more, too bad.  There was no way to
move with Irene's dead weight on my lap.  Noise brought Irene back to
reality after her orgasm haze.  Her dad had come in the back boor.  She got
dressed quickly and advised me to do the same.  She intercepted her dad and
brought him to the front of the store.  I waited until it was quiet and
slipped out the back way.  Irene had given me a great idea for my
graduation ceremony.  All I needed was a little help from someone I
considered a friend.

   I called the doctor's office and asked for Nurse Lassiter.  After a
short wait, she came to the phone.  "Hello, Thomas, what can I do for you?"
"I have an opportunity for therapy tomorrow afternoon but no place to do
it, if you know what I mean.  Is there any chance I could use the
examination room, since I'll be coming for my weekly check-up anyway?"
"Well, that's a mighty unusual request.  But, since the doctor prescribed
such therapy, I guess it wouldn't hurt." "So we can be discreet, we'll come
in the back door to the office, okay?  Just prop it open about half an hour
before my appointment." "Fine, it'll be open for you.  And, I'll make sure
the room is marked off as occupied for that time period." "Thanks, Sally.
By the way, I'm sorry for the way Doc has been treating you, especially
last week.  The last thing I want to do is hurt you." "Thanks, Thomas.  Dr.
Vidill has been acting very strangely over the last several weeks, doing
many things I don't approve of.  His behavior seems to get more radical
with each passing day.  I can't explain it." "Let's hope he gets better."
Maybe my crossing the finish line would help him regain his senses.

   After making my reservation for a room at the doctor's office, I called
Amy Kellogg's house.  Fortunately, she answered.  "Amy, this is Tommy.  I'd
like to see you tomorrow afternoon.  Can you meet me at the back entrance
to your dad's office?  I've reserved a room.  I want you to help me with my
therapy." "Really?  Me?" "Yes.  You'll be doing something very special for
me." "Wow, sure Tommy.  I'll meet you there." The stage was set.  If things
went as planned, I'd be completely cured.

   Part 11 - Training On Demand

   My mom picked up the phone before I could get to it.  "Tommy, its Ms. 
Vargas, the librarian." "Got it, mom." I waited until I heard her hang up."
"Hello, Ms.  Vargas, what can I do for you?" "Why so formal, Thomas.  Oh,
yes, your mom may be listening.  I have a problem and I need your help."
"Okay," I said.  "And you don't even know what I'm going to ask.  What a
sweet boy.  Can you come over, right now?" "Sure," I said.  "See you soon."
"Ma, I have to go over to the library right away.  They're holding a book
for me, one that I reserved for..." "Yes, I know, a class project.  Go
ahead, but be home for dinner."

   Ms.  Vargas answered the door with clothes on.  I was disappointed.  I'd
hoped she was really horny and wanted to fuck again." "Oh, Thomas, thank
you for coming over.  It was terrible." "Why, what happened?" "Well, I told
Mark that Dr.  Vidill cured me quicker than I thought, and I would be ready
for the honeymoon.  Of course, I didn't mention you." "Of course.  And he
wanted to screw, uh, have intercourse right away, right?" "Why yes, he did.
I told him no.  He was very upset.  If we weren't going to screw, then he
insisted that we should have oral sex.  Like what you tried to do with me,
remember?" Who could forget that pungent sexy smell of Ramona's pussy? 
"Yes, I remember." "The reason I turned him down was, I was embarrassed. 
I've never done that before.  I'm willing to do it, since I understand
Mark's need for a release of his sexual energy.  But I don't want to make a
novice mistake.  Will you show me how it's done?" Now, I had little
experience myself, just what Nurse Lassiter had done and what I did with
Amy.  But if she wanted an expert, I'd be happy to oblige.  "Okay, I'll
show you sixty-nine.  That's when a man and a woman do oral sex on each
other at the same time.  Then, maybe after you've had a lesson, we could,
uh, have intercourse again." "Perhaps.  Let's see how the lesson goes." We
retreated to her bedroom and got undressed.  I was instantly erect at the
sight of her naked body, all round and firm and succulent.  It wasn't going
to take much to get me off.  "Let me start with you.  Just lie back and
enjoy it." With her knees raised and spread, I went to her.  My tongue
bounced all over her pussy lips and clit, licking and flicking and probing
in a random fashion.  Her dense dark pubic hair tickled my face.  'Oh, its
so sensitive.  Its better than using a vibrator," she moaned.  I took that
as a complement.  Her hips bounced every time I got near her love button. I
didn't take her all the way, because I was looking forward to satisfying
her with a fuck, not a tonguing.  "Now its your turn." I grabbed the
lubricant from her table.  Then I hopped up and placed my erection between
her glorious tits.  I pushed them gently together and rubbed my lubricated
dick back and forth.  I just wanted to see what a tit fuck was like, and
Ramona was built for it.  As the head of my dick emerged from the top of
her mounds, Ramona looked down.  On its next appearance, she flicked her
tongue at it and giggled.  She was acting like a schoolgirl, like Amy
Kellogg, experiencing sex education by practice for the first time. 
"Should I suck on it, Tommy?" Ramona asked.  "That's the lesson.  Take me
in your mouth and use your tongue to lick.  Sucking is good too.  Teeth are
a bad idea," I warned.  She started tentatively, like she was afraid of it.
She had reason to be.  I could choke her with a disk my size.  "Ooh, very
nice," I complemented her.  She was running her tongue around the head,
afraid to take it any deeper.  "Try to take a little more, in your mouth
and down your throat.  Breath through your nose," I said.  I had seen Nurse
Lassiter do this when she blew me.  I got a couple of inches in before she
gagged.  "That's okay, practice makes perfect.  You can add your hand, to
bring your partner off faster." She took the hint and rubbed me as she
licked.  'Your partner is going to, uh, have to, uh, cum at, uh, some
point. Uh, are you, uh, ready to, uh, oh...?" It was too late.  I pushed my
dick at her face and flooded her mouth.  "Swallow it.  To spit it out is an
insult." It was a lie, but she believed it.  The taste didn't please her,
but she smiled at having gone through the motions.  "You said that if the
lesson went well we might, uh..." "Could you get ready again go soon?" she
asked.  The answer was staring her in the face.  I was still erect, waiting
for my second chance with this sexy woman.  The doorbell rang.  "Oh no, it
must be Mark.  Quick, gather your things and hide in the closet." I opened
the door to a walk-in closet the size of my bedroom at home.  Ramona wiped
the lubricant from between her tits and grabbed a silk robe.  I closed the
closet doors and scurried off to the back of the closet, out of sight." The
doors were louvered, so I could see a little bit if I moved forward.  I
heard Ramona's voice and that of a man.  They were apologizing and making
up.  The voices got louder, and I saw figures moving in the bedroom.  I
moved closer to get a ringside seat.  I expected there would be some
action, and I was right.  Mark slipped the robe from Ramona's shoulders. 
He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough.  Ramona was right; Mark was
slightly over average, but definitely smaller than me.  Ramona took the
initiative and dropped to her knees, sucking the daylights out of his cock.
Because it was smaller, she did an admirable deep throat on him.  Mark's
sex threshold was low, and he emptied his balls into her mouth.  She
swallowed and smiled.  Mark was a happy camper.  "Now me," Ramona said. 
Mark was going to attempt a mount but Ramona wouldn't hear of it, until the
wedding.  Besides, Mark was pretty much drained for the afternoon.  He must
have done a mediocre job of cunnilingus, since Ramona's moans and orgasmic
utterances were absent.  There was clean up and huggy kissy.  Eventually
Mark left, and not a minute too soon.  After all, Mom had dinner waiting.
"Well, I guess the lesson worked," I said as Ramona, in her robe, opened
the closet doors and let me out.  "Yes, well, Mark got his release, but I'm
as frustrated as ever.  He lost interest as soon as he, how do you say it,
shot his wad." I was starting to get dressed but Ramona stopped me.  "You
deserve a reward for being such a good teacher." She kissed me full on the
lips and then slipped me some tongue.  I reached inside her robe and groped
her all over, especially her tits.  I even pinched at her nipples and got a
pleasant reaction.  We fell into bed.  I made sure I had a condom on before
Ramona got on top.  She was driving the bus this time, making sure to grind
her clit against my dick.  When that wasn't sufficient, she used one hand
to play with herself.  When she reached orgasm, she collapsed on top of me.
She was heavy but I didn't care.  The feeling of her breasts with hard
nipples in my chest was worth any discomfort.

   Dinner was cold and my mom was hot under the collar when I got home
late.

   Part 12 - Family Affair

   The next day, half an hour before closing time, Amy showed up in the
alley behind her dad's office building.  True to her word, Sally had
propped the door open.  We snuck in, hand in hand, and went straight to my
exam room.  "Amy, I'm almost cured.  I want you to be the therapist you
completes my cure." "Me?  What an honor!  Oh, yes, Tommy.  Let me cure you.
Can I help you get ready?" Amy asked.  I nodded and she was on my dick with
her mouth immediately.  It didn't take much to get me up.  I was thinking
about being the first with Amy.  I took the lubricant out of the drawer.  I
wanted her to have a reasonably pleasant experience.  I certainly wasn't
out to hurt her.  I lay back on the table, erection pointing to the
ceiling. "I can see the few remaining bumps.  I'll take care of them." I
gave her a condom.  She opened the packet and slid the latex tube down my
dick with the tips of her fingers.  Then she applied the lubricant.  "Climb
up and join me," I said.  Amy climbed up on the table, fully dressed.  Her
knees were on the outside of my thighs.  "I know what do, Tommy.  I read
all about it in my dad's books." "Its different in person, Amy, believe
me." She took my dick and pulled it under her pleated skirt and between her
legs.  "No sense in wearing panties just to take them off." It was a good
thing Amy had practiced with dildos and vibrators or I wouldn't have been
able to get the head of my dick in her.  Soon I was planted firmly between
her cunt lips.  She slid down a little bit.  She was awfully tight despite
her claims of preparing.  My dick was so long and her legs so short that
only one knee of hers was on the table.  "Oh, Tommy, it feels wonderful. 
My pussy is going to squeeze your penis to health." "I can't believe you're
so tight." "Oh, I'm squeezing my vaginal muscles.  You forgot, I read your
file.  The tighter I make myself, the better the therapy." She was right,
of course, but at this rate, we'd still be at it when my appointment
started.  Maybe I was hoping to be caught.  The thrill associated with the
risk.  Why else did I choose her dad's office?  "Did I tell you how good I
got, I mean, how developed my vaginal muscles are?  I cracked a vibrator
once, because I squeezed too hard." "Gee, I hope you don't break my dick."
"Oh no, I'm doing this to cure you, not hurt you." With that, she relaxed a
little and I slid further in.  Now both of her knees were on the table. 
She squeezed and it was a combination of pleasure and pain.  "Do that
again." I was out of my mind for asking.  Amy put her full weight on me and
now I was buried all the way in her cunt.  "Oh, you're bigger than all of
those devices.  And I took your whole thing inside me." She was proud, and
rightfully so and punctuated it with another mind-blowing squeeze.  "Let's
get to work," she said.  Amy began to raise and lower her body in a
methodical pace, squeezing on each down stroke.  I felt my dick being
stretched, more than I had with Sally or Ramona or Irene.  Of course, Amy
had trained for this activity so she was very well prepared and focused on
my healing.  "Squeezing usually doesn't give me an orgasm, even with a
vibrator," Amy said.  I noticed her breathing was more rapid and her eyes
were losing their focus.  She was starting to lean into me, which was
causing my dick to run against her clit.  I started pushing my hips up to
increase her stimulation, creating a faster pace.  Amy went along for the
ride, literally, matching my increased movements.  "Oh, Tommy, we're
fucking, we're fucking," she said.  No duh.  I wonder what she thought we
were doing for the last five minutes.  "Take it, Amy, take it all." I made
sure she got every inch on each of my upward thrusts.  My leg and stomach
muscles were getting fatigued in my prone position.  "You have to finish
it, Amy.  Make it happen for both of us." Amy's breathing was rapid,
interspersed with groans and moans.  She was going to have an orgasm, her
first with a live dick, big time.  I was trying to come at the same time,
if I could arrange it.  I was on the verge, ready to cum.  I could feel it
happen to Amy, because she clamped down hard with her vaginal muscles,
squeezing the blood from my erection and preventing mine.  I had lost tract
of time.  I barely noticed the door opening.  "What is this?  Amy, what in
the hell are you doing?  Oh, my!" "Oh, hi daddy.  I'm giving Tommy therapy,
see?" Amy lifted the pleated skirt, showing her father my erection planted
all the way up inside his stepdaughter.  She relaxed her muscles as she
spoke, and I thrust up, filling the condom with my pent-up sperm.  Doc
reached one hand up to his forehead.  His eyes rolled back in his head and
he made an unintelligible sound.  Nurse Lassiter was quick and grabbed him,
prevented him from falling to the ground and bumping his head.  "Daddy!"
screamed Amy.  She hopped off the table and knelt by her father's limp
body. I laid there, erection bobbing, in disbelief.  "Amy, call 911.  He's
still breathing," said Sally.  Sally moved Doc into the hallway.  "Get
cleaned up and dressed, and then stay in here.  I'll keep you out of it,"
said Sally.  The paramedics showed up very quickly.  I listened through the
closed door.  "Dr.  Vidill and I were closing up for the day.  His daughter
was visiting and planned to ride home with him.  He just reached for his
head and collapsed." "Does the doctor have any existing conditions? 
Anything that would have affected the doctor?" "No, not that I know of. 
Nothing I can think of," said Nurse Lassiter.  They took Doc out on a
gurney.  The paramedics allowed Amy to go with her father.  "Amy, I'll call
your mom and have her meet you at the hospital," said Sally.  When the
paramedics left, Sally came back in.  "Well, Tommy, that was probably your
last special appointment.  I can take your measurements next week, so Doc
has all the information for his study." "Thanks, Sally, for everything."
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."

   I heard later from Sally that Doc was suffering from a lesion in his
brain.  It affected his judgment, both for treating Ramona and me.  He was
seeing a specialist who had an unusual treatment, which expands the brain
to cure the problem.  I hope his treatment is as pleasurable as mine was.
And I'm seeing Sally again this weekend.

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