"Playing Doctor"     (M/F)
                             from
                  Hermit On The Hill Studios
copyright (C) 1993    ELYSIA'S EROTICA    all rights reserved
        no modifications in whole or in part permitted

     Gynecological exams always made me very nervous. There
was always that element of vulnerability that seemed almost
overwhelming. A few times it was even enough to make me skip
my annual pap smear. I think most women have the same feeling
prior to an appointment. You can be the sexiest, horniest,
and most desirous creature on the planet and there is still
something very unnerving about getting on an exam table
without any clothes on, throwing a sheet over yourself, and
hiking your heels into stirrups so some stranger with cold,
gloved hands can stick his fingers up inside you while you
just lay there and pretend to be so very interested in the
strange little designs in the ceiling.

I had been trying to prepare myself for this encounter
once again. I nearly skipped it to be quite honest. I took a
very hot shower prior to my exam; scrubbing myself to a
literal squeaky clean, clipping my pubic hairs down short
across my mound and shaving smoothly from my clitoris down on
both sides of my labia. I stood for a time in front of the
floor length mirror looking at my body after I had put on
deodorant and brushed my hair and teeth, admiring my body a
little and trying to develop some semblance of self-esteem as
even the thought of an exam made me feel intruded upon and
foreign unto myself.

I went to my appointment with much concealed distress,
worrying about little things, natural responses that I had no
control over, like the fact that my nipples draw up and get
hard in little points when I am naked in a cool room and they
are touched, like the fact that the slightest pressure to my
love box makes me raise my hips without thinking twice about
it, natural responses that I didn't want a doctor to see, but
had no regulation of.

I walked into the room where I was to be examined and
took off my clothes, trying to bide time by folding
everything too neatly and putting them in a stack by my purse
and coat on a chair. I unfolded the sheet that was to cover
me thinking, "These things never seem to be big enough." I
sat down and waited for the doctor with much nervousness.
When he came in he was dressed casually save a white coat
thrown over his button down shirt. He smiled at me (like
doctors always do) and sat down, casually looking through my
records and then said, "Okay, let's get this over with as
fast as we can because I know you want out of here." And I
smiled in agreement whole heartedly and then smiled a bit
more at his smile that was genuine, seeing that he did
understand how women felt about exams.

I laid down, being sure to pull the sheet up to my neck
nearly as he approached me from one side. He lifted the sheet
off of my right breast and placed one hand over the top of it
and the other to circle gently in a crescent, cupping the
underside of my soft flesh. I caught his eyes briefly and
then looked away, the look that was on his face was a most
serious one as he checked for any lumps, gently massaging and
kneading my breast, searching in a circular fashion towards
the nipple, and as always it hardened. He rolled his thumb
and forefinger from the outer sides of my breast towards the
nipple until milk appeared, glistening upon my rose coloured
peak. I was nearly embarrassed, though this was totally
natural given the fact that I had had a baby not long ago and
was still nursing. He reached for a tissue and dabbed at the
milk and then pulled the sheet back up to cover my breast as
he leaned over me a bit and pulled the sheet away from my
other breast. I felt his coat tickle at my side as he leaned
in to examine my left breast. The tickling caused me to arch
my back in an effort to pull away from the sensation, which
neatly pushed the flesh of my soft mound into his hands as he
reached for it, a dance of movements, cause and effect, that
couldn't have been choreographed any smoother. He turned and
smiled at me oddly, and I could only look away with a blush
on my cheeks like a school girl. He kneaded this breast in
the same manner and as he squeezed a bit of milk from the
nipple, instead of dabbing it away he began telling me how I
could prevent nipple irritation if after each nursing I left
milk on the nipple to air dry as he traced the drops of milk
around the hard, tight peak. I said, "Really? Hmm." He
squeezed a bit more milk from my breast, which triggered the
milk to let down this time.

"I think while he have the milk flowing, we'll go ahead
and run some tests to make sure your baby is getting
everything he needs and nothing that he doesn't." He said. I
kind of half shrugged approval and then said, "But the milk
won't let down for a breast pump, I've tried them before."

"We'll just have to express by hand then won't we." He
said, which was a statement, not a question. With that he
retrieved a sterile container and handed it to me, motioning
for me to sit up.
    I took the container and sat up, the sheet falling
loosely across my lap, showing the tops of my hips and hints
of the short cropped hair of my box. I had expressed in front
of people before, so I really thought nothing of it until
after some long minutes of manipulating one breast and then
the other without so much as a single drop of milk to prove
it in the container. "Hmm," he said, "Let's see if I can show
you a more effective way of expressing yourself." His words
rang twice in my mind, the two or more ways that I could take
the statement. He bid me to sit in a chair. I gathered my
sheet up one handed and rather clumsily as I got down and
moved to the chair still holding the container. "Now," he
said as he pulled his stool up behind my chair, "Watch how I
do this and with luck it will work for you."

He cut off the overhead lights of the room so that the
only light was from the exam light pointed at the corner and
rolling his stool up close to my back he reached around me,
as if to embrace me, save for the back of my chair, and
showed me exactly where he wanted me to hold the container
with one hand, as he extended his other to softly massage my
full and hardened breast, explaining how I needed to be
totally relaxed. I held the container as he drew his right
hand away and began massaging the muscles in my neck and
telling me that relaxed didn't mean slouching, that I needed
to sit up straight while I expressed. My breasts were
becoming engorged with the firm, gentle strokes of his
fingers across them as he worked from the outside in towards
the nipple, making it harden even more to the point that it
stung a bit. My breasts felt heavy and my slit was getting
wet from the delicate touches. He dropped his right hand from
my neck and traced his fingers down to my other breast and
began pinching the nipple, making it harden like the other.

Milk began to drip slowly from my left breast, I could
hear the tiny drops hitting the inside of the container. The
slight sound seemed to echo loudly in my head with my heart
beat as I wondered if he knew my slit was wetting itself. His
kneading and stroking turned slowly into easy motions that
made the milk spray into the container, the first few showers
of it made me relax in the chair and drop my head backwards
against his right shoulder. The feeling was erotic and very
sexual to me as he brought my milk out. He guided my hand to
move the container to the other breast as he slowly moved my
head onto his other shoulder as he shifted his position a bit
and began expressing milk from my right breast. I wanted the
feeling to last forever and most of all I felt an urge to
reach down and stroke my warm and wet slit as my juices were
flowing and wetting my thighs, which up to this point, I had
managed to keep clamped together.

Distantly I heard him say, "That should be more than
enough for the tests." And he took the container from me and
placed it on the desk which housed the prescription pads and
K-Y Jelly and examination gloves as well as a variety of
other gynecological paraphenalia. "Please get back on the
table now." These words rang in my head like a gong as I
snapped back to reality and fear crept in with its clever
stealth. I pulled my sheet back up about me and got back on
the table. He pulled out the stirrups that medical supply
designers try so hard to cleverly hide, but every woman that
has to have an exam knows where they are, and hiding them
doesn't make it any better. I slid down the table and raised
my feet into the stirrups without being told. I heard the
snaps of latex as he fit the gloves onto his hands around his
wrists. I didn't have to see it to know exactly what he was
doing.

The light shifted in the room as he pulled the bright
exam lamp down between my legs, its glare blocked somewhat by
my sheet as it lay haplessly across my legs, my own private
curtain, as I began to stare at the ceiling and noticing a
mirror there. His voice seemed distant to me as he began to
explain that he was going to examine the outside first,
inspect if you will, with the bright lamp heating me there.

My private curtain was pulled aside as he lifted the
sheet over my knees and let it fall to lay across my lower
stomach so that I could see him. "I find it easier," he said,
"If I have a mirror set up so that patients can see what I am
doing." And with that he briskly stood up and tilted the
circular mirror that was suspended from the ceiling so that I
could see my most private parts from my supine position with
his hands so close. My juices were still flowing steadily
across my slit as he first touched me. He placed his fingers
on each side of my clit and stroked downward, opening my
outer lips and pulling them to the sides. I was blushing
again, I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I felt one of his
fingers flicker on the hood of my bud, nearly probing it as I
felt the hood slide back just a bit, my bud trying to blossom
out, on its own accord. It was tingling immensely while he
touched my inner lips, spreading them open as well. I could
feel the heat from the lamp warming the opening of my pink
tunnel even more as he reached for the K-Y jelly and opened
it with expertise, one handed, and squeezed a generous amount
onto the first two fingers of his right hand. "This will
probably be a bit cold." He said as he slipped the first,
then the second finger into my hot tunnel. I felt the muscles
clench down on his fingers as he slid them in deeper until I
could feel the first knuckles at his hand against my body. He
probed a bit and I flinched when he first touched my
sensitive cervix. I could feel him running his fingers around
it as he talked about how the cervix usually goes back into
normal shape very quickly after childbirth and telling me
that mine felt perfectly fine. He moved his other hand to
push down on my ovaries so that he could feel them from
within and then as he felt the size and shape of my womb. His
fingers stroked within me and I fought the natural reaction
of raising my hips effectively until his fingers came upon my
G-spot and then they raised and nearly thrust down on his
fingers. The heat rose in my cheeks even more.

Slowly, stroking and caressing all the while, he
withdrew his fingers until only the tips were within me and
then he laid his hand nearly flat against my pussy and rubbed
the K-Y across its entirety. My clit tingled even more and
began to throb in excitement and the blood flowed into my sex
and made my lips swell. He rolled back on his chair and
reached again to the paraphenalia on the table, I saw him
lift a cloth and my eyes beheld that most incorrigible and
graceless instrument known to womankind, the ever-cold
speculum. And with that sight I promptly closed my thighs
together as much as the stirrups would allow and looked again
at the ceiling instead of the mirror. He rolled himself back
between my legs and said, "Now now, none of that." As he
placed the speculum on the examine table and reached up,
using his wrists to pry and guide my thighs open. I resisted
as much as logic would allow me and finally allowed my legs
to fall open again.

He asked me to scoot myself farther down the table and I
did and then with one hand he opened my lips again and put
the tip of the speculum to the inlet of my passage and eased
the beast into me. It was cold and the muscles within
clenched down as if they also wanted nothing to do with such
a thing. Yet he managed to slide it in completely and then
began to open it. I began to close my thighs together
unconsciously again and was gently reprimanded with, "Uh-uh."

I felt the Q-tip-like swab from hell upon my cervix as
he did the pap smear and then more heat as he moved the exam
lamp closer and he visually examined my inner parts of my
sex. I felt myself pushing down on the speculum, just wanting
the damn thing out of my body. It felt like an intruder.
"Okay," he said, "almost done now." As he turned the
instrument back down to normal size and removed it from my
tunnel. I looked back into the mirror then as he once again
put two fingers into my hot box and thought to myself, "No
real need for K-Y if truth be told." and nearly gasped as I
felt first one and then two fingers slide quickly into my ass
before I had time to react and hinder the exploration. He
pushed his fingers together with my body in between and
stroked from my pussy against his fingers in my ass. The
first sensations were sharp and painful as the sphincter
tried to force his fingers out by clenching down and then
faded to uncomfortable into pleasure as he probed deeper and
continued to stroke.

He withdrew his fingers from my slick pussy and I
watched as he bit the edge of the glove and pulled it off of
his hand while he continued stroking his fingers in and out
of my ass. I found myself moving against his fingers in a
strange rhythm as I heard the zipper of his trousers open and
watched as he used one hand to drop them down with his briefs
around his ankles. I looked up in the mirror to see his cock
standing erect and pulsing against his stomach. I closed my
mouth at the sight of it, such a beautiful piece of work it
was, full and hard. He grasped it with his free hand and
worked it a few times in slow strokes and then, moving closer
to me, touched my breasts, kneading them and pinching at the
nipples. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and took the
glove off in the same manner and used that hand to stroke and
pull his manhood to an even greater size than it already was.
I began raising my hips towards his cock, craving to have it
within the realms of my hot and soaking pussy, wanting to
feel every inch of it diving deep within me and bringing
pleasure to me far beyond what his talented and professional
fingers had already done.

He leaned over and kissed my lips sweetly and then moved
to my cheeks that were now hot with passion rather than
embarrassment, licking and kissing them and moving smoothly
to my ear and sensitive lobes, sucking and nibbling at them
and biting gingerly at my neck. He moved his mouth down my
neck and I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he reached
my breasts at the same time the head of his cock touched my
clit and sent my hips straight up as if to impale myself upon
him from below. He sucked at my nipples and then with both
hands, brought my soft creamy mounds together and licked the
line of cleavage with his tongue and from side to side,
swirled his hungry tongue about my dark and taught areolas
and flicked the tip of his teasing tongue across my hard
nipples. I moaned as he pulled his cock away from my
throbbing pussy as he moved his head down my stomach and
followed his tongue strokes with his hands, caressing my body
smoothly. I felt his chin just above my clit, nestled in the
cropped hairs of my mound and raised up, presenting my
swollen lips and the blossoming bud, out of its hood, to his
fiery mouth and flaming tongue. And ah, but he did tease me,
kissing my stomach and tracing around my navel, lightly
scratching with his nails against the flesh of my hips and
the sentient skin that runs from them to the inside of my
thighs, making me work my hips and gyrate them in an effort
to reach either his mouth, cock, or hands that manipulated my
body so well.

And alas, finally, he brought his mouth down upon my
fervent and burning cunt and nearly covered it as if to eat
me alive and sucked hard at my flowing currents of desire,
lapping at my sweet nectar that spilled forth in gushes from
his touch. His tongue was like lightning as he licked my slit
from top to bottom and back again, barely pausing to thrust
it into my wanton cove of velvet delight. My feet came out of
the stirrups as I wrapped my legs around the back of his
shoulders and neck, pulling his face closer in between my
legs and feeling the heat there. My climax was building upon
itself like a bonfire as he again, tickling at first, and
then probing in turn to force his fingers into my ass. My
legs dropped down and his face came up to smother my mouth
with deep, animalistic kisses. He moved his hips into mine
and I forced the stirrups aside with my thighs as he lunged
his throbbing cock from a side angle into my aching sex box
while he kept his fingers pumping in and out of my ass.

His strokes were hard and deep as he worked himself from
excitement into a frenzy. I half sat up, reaching around my
thigh to grab his balls, feeling how tight and drawn up they
were to his body. I scratched at them lightly with my nails.
My breath was gasping and pushed out of me with his every
stroke until I felt light headed while his was sharp and
panting as he laboured his churning desire in my blazing
burrow in its shortened and tightened state. Pushing harder
to get deeper, to make my tunnel longer to accommodate the
length of his shaft as he pound it into me. I squeezed at his
balls and flicked one fingernail across the muscle that led
to his asshole, tickling the hair there as I felt his balls
rise higher and his thighs and ass harden on a most powerful
thrust forward and deep into me as I fell back and felt him
explode in glorious relief. His quicker coming strokes
striking perfectly against my clit, feeling as if they were
bruising the underlying bone, and making my pussy clamp down
upon his cock, strong enough to almost stop his thrusts
altogether, as I arched my back to offer my hard nipples and
ripe breasts to the sky and drove my hips to meet his final
plunge as my orgasm came over me, racking my body in waves of
unadulterated pleasure to leave me gasping and feeling as if
my heart was skipping a few beats. He fell against me, also
gasping and moaning between pants for breath. My box was
still clenching at his cock when he pulled out, having
already cum explosively, yet still very hard. He stood up
straight and pulled his briefs and trousers back up,
buttoning and zipping them as if nothing had happened and
then turned the overhead lights back on. I composed myself
and pulled the sheet back up to near my neck as he gathered
up the things he had used and put the speculum in the
sterilizer. He wiped the juices and remnants of K-Y away from
my sex and off of my thighs and ass and refit my feet to the
stirrups as a knock came to the door and then it opened.

Gabrielle, the registered nurse for his practice stepped
in. "Dr. Layman, are you ready for the exam now?" she asked,
"You know the rules, no exceptions, a nurse has to be
present."

"Yes," he said, "I think we're ready now."

She stepped into place beside him as he sat down and
raised the sheet and as I parted my thighs gingerly, my
passage opened just enough and the spoils and fruition of his
carnal cravings spilled out of my still quivering velvet cove
and overflowed upon my slit and down to my ass.

Gabrielle raised her eyebrows skeptically and then
suspiciously, leaving only one raised, said, "I see that you
look well today Mrs. Layman."