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A Physical of a Different Nature
By Moodus

This story is the first one I’ve written in a long time; my prolific high
school years are well behind me.  I’m trying to take up the old girl again,
and hopefully you will enjoy this story.  Please feel free to send me
comments, criticism, whatever, about the story, as I love feedback.  My
email address is located at the bottom of the story.  Feel free to
reproduce, copy, post, or whatever you like with the story, provided that no
one else takes credit for it, and no one is ever charged to read it.  That
includes the use of AVS’s to view the story on someone’s site.  If it weren’
t for the availability of erotic stories when I was growing up, I think I
would have lost interest in them a long time ago.  With that, enjoy.

P.S.  – The names of the persons in this story have been changed to protect
the innocent, and any relationship to actual people and events is entirely
intentional.    :)

I went to work that morning just like every other morning for the past 7
years.  As a Registered Nurse employed in the Office of Doctor Bayo.  Dr.
Bayo was an Asian man in his middle thirties, very good-natured, and a
competent physician.  I live and work in a small town in Massachusetts, near
Cape Cod.  You see the same people week in and week out, and begin to think
of people as more then just patients.

 I had driven my son to school that morning, having to make sure I drop him
off at the door to ensure that he actually goes inside.  I remember when I
was his age, and I’m sure I tried to pull the same kinds of bullshit that he
was pulling now.  However, that doesn’t justify his behavior.  My son
Jonathan had been skipping school for the last week.  The school’s office
had called me last night.  I punished him and tried to get him to explain to
me what he was doing instead of going to school.  He refused to answer me,
although assured me it wasn’t drugs.  That was really what I was afraid of,
I didn’t want my son to get involved in such an ugly scene.  I had my own
run ins with narcotics, and wanted better for my son.

 With all the morning’s unpleasantness behind me, I showed up at the doctor’
s office and looked at the day’s appointments.  It was a regular Wednesday
morning, with the usual physicals, checkups, and occasional bouts of the
flu.  Lunchtime came around and I was looking forward to going home at the
end of the day.  It was just after lunch when I was asked by Doctor Bayo to
perform a routine physical on a patient.  He had to step out for a little
while, and trusted me to take the simple barrage of tests which would be
required.

 I had the patient come into an examination office; he was a teenaged boy
who looked about the same age as my son.  I remembered seeing him at my
house with Jonathan a few times, and remembered his name to be Aaron.  I
looked on his chart, and he had nothing abnormal on it.  This was just a
routine checkup.  I had him strip to his underwear and get up on the
examination table.  He complied, removing his jeans and T-shirt.  He was now
clothed only in a pair of white briefs, and had what I noticed to be a
rather large bulge protruding from the front of them.

 I figured that he was probably just a bit nervous about having to receive
his checkup from a woman, so I tried to reassure him that everything would
be fine, and that he should just try to relax.  Aaron nodded his head, and
laid back.  I proceeded to check him out, checking his throat, eyes, and
ears.  I had him open his mouth and checked inside there.  Everything seemed
fine.  I listened to his breathing with the stethoscope, thinking to myself
that he was actually a pretty handsome boy.  I’m sure in a few years; he
would grow to make a fine man.

 I next had to check his genital area, for hernias and other conditions.  I
asked him to lower his briefs to his knees and he complied.  I was surprised
to see a rather large, uncircumcised penis dangling between his thighs.  It
hung limply, and was by far the biggest organ I had ever seen.  It was over
nine inches long and not even erect yet.  I tried not to seem stunned by it,
and swallowed the lump in my throat and began to examine him.  I lifted his
massive tool and began feeling around his scrotum.  His testicles were
equally enormous, and hung between his legs like two apples.  I found myself
drawn to his twitching manhood as I completed feeling around his scrotum.

 His penis was now slightly erect, his foreskin starting to pull back from
the tip.  I subconsciously wrapped my hand around the base of it, straining
to fit my grasp around the entire girth.  It seemed to be almost a foot long
now, with one large vein going directly up the center.  Aaron had closed his
eyes now, and I could hear his breathing increasing as I held him.  I
realized what I was doing was incredibly unprofessional, and more
importantly, incredibly illegal.  I mean, my god, this boy was the same age
as my son.  I had never felt so aroused by a teen boy before.

 “Go ahead and stroke it.  I know you want to feel it more.  Everyone always
likes to jack it off for me.”  Aaron spoke authoritatively.  I didn’t expect
him to say that, and took my hand away from his cock in a panic.  “That
would be wrong of me, Aaron”.  “You are less then half my age, and still a
boy.”  I tried to sound very ‘matter-of-factly’ as I did my best to seem
stern.

 “That never stops anyone.”  “That doesn’t stop Mrs. Obrien every morning
when John and I fuck her.”  He spoke almost menacingly.
 I was shocked, “John, my son John?”  I asked him in horror.
 “Yeah, Johnny and I give Mrs. O a good toss every morning, sometimes more
then one if she’s up for it.”

 I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  My son, having sex with our
neighbor and this boy.  This would explain why he was missing school.  Mrs.
Obrien was a middle-aged housewife who lived across the street from us.  Her
husband was a car salesman, and her two kids were 9 and 11.  She wasn’t even
attractive, being in her mid forties, and a bit overweight.  I didn’t
understand any of this.

 “We show up on her porch every day by 10 o’clock, and she’s waiting for us
with fifty dollars a piece.  Then we walk with her into the kitchen and go
to town.  She’s no prize or anything, but she loves to fuck.  She likes us
to bend her over the kitchen table and pummel the shit out of her.”  Aaron’s
cock was getting harder now, and starting to stand upright.  My gaze went
down to it instinctively.

 “With my son.  You have sex with this woman with my son?”  I was still
trying to rationalize the situation.

 “Oh yeah.  John didn’t like it that much at first, it took some getting
used to.  But now he loves to fuck her.  He can’t satisfy her like I can,
but she likes him to take her ass sometimes.”  Aaron knew that this would
shock me.

 I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, my son having anal sex with a
horrible woman like Mrs. Obrien.  I was furious.

 “She’s not the only woman we fuck sometimes, either.  Mrs. Hernandez down
the street loves to take us both inside her at the same time.  She says that
since she got knocked up, her husband won’t touch her.  But she still gets
pretty damn horny.”  I was getting very aroused hearing about this.  As
angry and disgusted by these events as I was, I couldn’t help but to feel my
vagina start to moisten.  Aaron must have been able to see my arousal.

 “You like hearing about your son and I fucking women.  I can see your tits
pushing through your shirt, your pussy starting to get wet.  You’ve never
seen a cock like mine before, have you?”  Aaron spoke with an almost
hypnotizing tone.

 “Oh, god no.  Never one as big as yours.”  I sounded like a cheap slut.

 “That’s what all the women say when they first see it.  Later on they are
crying out to god as I stuff it inside them.  You’d like to be one of those
women, wouldn’t you Mrs. Gregory?”

 I nodded my head in agreement.  I was licking my lips at the sight of his
massive tool.  He was stroking it slowly, pulling the foreskin back and
forth over the head.  It truly was a magnificent cock, almost wasted on such
an obnoxious boy.  He reached down and started to undo the buttons on my
blouse.  I wanted to stop him, but couldn’t take my eyes away from his
monster organ, twitching while he pulled open my shirt.  My nipples were
poking through my bra, and he started to play with them, kneading my
breasts.

 “You’ve got nice titties Mrs. Gregory?  Tiny and firm, like a little girl.”
He was pushing my bra down now, exposing my breasts.

 “Please, call me Donna.”  I was getting so aroused by his touch.

 “No, I like Mrs. Gregory, I don’t want you to forget who you are.  You’re a
married nurse, with a son who I bring around with me every day to fuck other
married sluts.”  He spoke with such venom.

 I felt ashamed by what I was doing; he bent down and started to suck on my
nipples, alternating between the two while he continued to massage them.  I
reached down to his tool and started to slide my hands up and down his
enormous cock.  It was so hot and pulsating beneath my fingers.  He removed
his mouth from my breasts and instructed me to lie down on the examination
table.

 “Now it’s time we gave you a checkup, my dirty little slut.”  He opened my
legs and lifted my skirt around my waist.  My white cotton panties were
almost transparent from my wetness.  He forcefully tore them away and threw
them in the trash barrel beside the table.  My pussy was now open before
him, my wetness now oozing down to the wax paper beneath me.  He reached
between my legs and started to rub his fingers forcefully against my labia.
He was tugging and pinching them, massaging me.

It felt so wonderful to be violated like this, by this boy who could please
me.  He started to slide his fingers inside of me, first two at a time, then
up to four as he fucked me with his digits.  It was uncomfortable at first,
(after all, my husband who I am used to has a very small penis) but I
quickly grew used to it.  He would take his fingers out of me and then shove
them in my mouth, telling me to taste what my slut juice tasted like.  It
was so tangy and warm; I eagerly sucked it off of his fingers.  I was dying
to be fucked now.

“Oh god, fuck me Aaron.  Fill me with that monster cock of yours.”  I was
delirious with ecstasy now, dying to be fucked harder and deeper then I had
ever been before.  I was crying for it now, tears streaming down my cheeks
as I whimpered like a young girl who was told by her parents that she couldn
’t have a toy.  Aaron was smiling down at me, and started to slide his cock
around against my thighs.

“Oh, you want it don’t you.  You want my big cock inside of you.  Fucking
you until you can’t take it anymore.”  Aaron was grunting as he slapped his
cock against my thighs, and then began to beat it against my pubic mound.
It made my clit start to throb every time he came into contact with it.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he started to slowly work the
giant head of his tool inside of me.  It took some time for my pussy to open
up and receive him, but after a little work, it was inside.

He wasted no time before starting to stuff himself inside of me.  Inch after
inch of his massive cock began to fill me up.  It was the most fantastic
feeling I have ever had.  I felt so full, so stretched by him as he slid
into me.  After ten or so inches I didn’t think I could take anymore.  I
asked him to go slowly, but he shrugged me off and started to fuck me harder
and harder.  He continued pummeling my pussy until I could feel his balls
smack against me, knowing he was inside me all the way.

My vagina hurt from the stress of his monstrosity, but I didn’t want him to
stop.  I started to buck my hips against him, reaching down and clutching
his ass; pulling him into me.  He obliged me by slamming into me even
harder.  “You like this, don’t you slut.  Tell me how it feels to get fucked
by a real man.”  Aaron grunted as he continued the walloping.

“You fuck me the best baby, much better then my husband ever could.  Better
then anybody that’s ever fucked me.  Stuff me, you son of a bitch.”  I was
barely conscious as I clamped my pussy round his immense tool.  I tried to
milk his cock for all it was worth.  I didn’t know how much longer he could
continue with this pace, or for that matter how much longer I could remain
conscious.

He continued to fuck me like this for a good fifteen minutes more, and I
came with three immense orgasms during that time.  He just continued to
pound away like a machine; one hand rubbing his balls, the other massaging
my breast.  He barely looked me in the eyes; his gaze seemed fixated on my
tits, sweat glistening on them.

“Tell me how much you want my come baby.  Tell me.”  He looked directly at
me this time, sneering.

“Oh god, I want your cum so badly, deep inside me.  Fill me with your
monster seed.  Please shoot it inside me.”  I couldn’t believe the way I was
talking to him; I certainly had never behaved like this before.  I was so
conservative with my husband; we had sex only once a month or so.  He was
always on top, and spent himself in less then five minutes.  I had never
been fucked so deeply like this before, so vulgar.

Aaron obliged me by starting to squeeze his balls harder with his hands, and
I could feel his dick tense up, and then begin to shoot jet after jet of
hot, viscous cum inside of me.  It seemed like gallons of cum, filling me up
with the liquid.  It started to leak out of my pussy, sticking to the wax
paper of the examination table.  He didn’t stop fucking me while he came,
instead using the sperm as lubricant to fuck me even harder and faster.

When every last drop had been milked out of his tool, he slowly slid his
cock out of me.  His seaman coated the head of it, along with a small trace
of blood from my insides.  He started to wipe his cock off on my breasts,
covering them with his cum.  I was covered with sweat, literally drenched.
My pussy ached like I had just given birth to triplets.  I knew that I could
barely walk, and didn’t want to get up off of the table for the life of me.

Aaron pulled his briefs up, tucking his now deflated cock into the crotch.
He put on the rest of his clothes and reached out and placed his hand
between my legs.  “Don’t forget how much you loved this.  I’ll bet that was
the best fuck of your boring life.”  He squeezed my sore vagina while he
said this, making me wince.

As he turned to leave, he paused and said one last thing to me before
walking out of the office.  “Tell John to be ready by 8:30 tomorrow, we have
a full morning ahead of us.”

He walked out of the office, while I continued to lay on the table and
regain my composure.  I started to cry now, realizing that I had just been
made into a slut by a fifteen-year-old bastard.  What made it worse was how
much I had liked it, and I knew that I would do it again if I ever got the
chance.

I cleaned myself up the best I could and put my uniform back on.  I replaced
the paper on the examination table, and threw the messy wax paper in the
trash.  I could hear Dr. Bayo outside the room conferencing with a patient.
I opened the door and did my best to pretend that everything was normal.
If he noticed me limping, he didn’t question me about it.  I asked him if I
could take the rest of the afternoon off, and he replied that it would be
fine.  He asked me how my examination of the patient had gone, and I could
only reply that everything was normal.

On the way home that afternoon, I thought about a lot of things.  My son and
this boy having sex with these older women, how Aaron had made me feel like
no one else had ever been able to.  I decided that it wouldn’t be necessary
for me to drive John to school tomorrow……

-fin-

Any comments, criticism, or story ideas please send email to:
moodus@hotmail.com





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