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Dr Phil E Good and the Shy Southern Girl (MF, oral)
Rock Hancock (rock_hancock@hotmail.com)
Date: Jul 1998

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WARNING : The following story contains graphic descriptions of 
sexual acts performed between consenting adults.  If you are not 
at least 18 years of age then exit this file now. If you do not 
like graphic sex, you probably wouldn't be viewing this story 
anyhow. Enjoy. This is a fantasy romp and is fun for everyone. 
You may reach the author at rock_hancock@hotmail.com
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     I was in my office at the end of another day of seeing
patients. I wrote prescriptions for most of them and told them to
come back if they still had problems. It was the same as most
other days. Too many people who were miserable in their empty
lonely lives. No wonder they had problems and complaints, they
had lives of torment, agony or stress. 
     Oh sure, most of my patients had good jobs and money, family
and social standing, yet they all lacked any real enjoyment in
their hectic lives.
     My receptionist told me I had only one more patient to see,
a young lady with complaints of general malaise and lethargy.
Just like so many others I had seen. I figured I'd write her up
for some Prozac or some other pill to get her going again. It was
all the same. Yes, you can see, I too felt the same uncaring
misery at the sheer boredom of life as my patients. I told her to
send the patient into my office. Then she could go home. I'd lock
up when I was finished.
     When the young lady entered, my breath caught in my throat.
The woman was gorgeous. Her smile lit up the room and I felt an
ache in my heart unlike any feeling I had felt in years. She was
blond, had large breasts and the most radiant face I had seen in
years. It seemed impossible this lovely creature could be
complaining of malaise and tiredness. She simply glowed in my
opinion.
     Remembering my voice, I asked, "You are Miss Lee? What seems
to be the problem?"
     "Oh my, let's not be so formal. True I am related to the
great Robert E. Lee, but please call me Scarlett. All my friends
do. I just seem to have this tension all through my lil ole body,
doctor. It is kind of hard to explain. I feel tense and yet at
the same ole time, I am tired and just feel like I could lie down
and die." She said in a Southern drawl that made my heart pound. 
     I felt my palms turn sweaty and my breath came ragged in
little gasps. 
     "Well, Miss Scarlett, you may call me Phil."
     She placed one delicate hand over her right breast. "Well,
Phil, it hurts right here in my ole heart. I just feel like there
is something inside of me that aches to get out. I'm so tense.
Whatever do you think it could be?"
     "I... I... Well, I'll have to examine you first to be sure.
You'll have to take off your clothes for me. Would that be
alright?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't know
what had come over me, but I wanted this woman. I don't mean just
sexually. But from the first moment I saw her face, the first
word I heard her say, from the first whiff of her perfume - White
Shoulders - I loved her. 
     Again I said, "Please if you can disrobe, I'll be able to
examine you and find out what is wrong." I feared for some
reason, she'd understand my motives all too clearly and run out
the door, perhaps to call the police. But the mistique of doctors
is such that patients willing do whatever is asked of them. They
strip naked and allow the doctor to probe and poke places on
their bodies they rarely touch themselves. Yes, patients will do
anything on doctor's orders.
     She blushed slightly and perhaps thought of asking for a
nurse to be present. A request I would have granted, but I was
glad I didn't have to. Slowly, she slipped off her blouse and I
stared at the most gorgeous set of breasts I had ever seen. She
wore a lacy black bra that enhanced her charms rather than
covered them. Quickly, she slid off her skirt and I saw matching
lace panties. She was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams and she
was about to be naked in front of me.
     She hesitated for a moment and I heard myself saying in a
husky voice. "That's enough for now. I see one problem you have
already. Your large breasts. Did you know that breasts,
especially large ones like yours, need to be massaged and
caressed every day?" 
     I had no idea what I was saying and certainly no medical
facts to back up this assertion. She seemed to believe me and I
continued, "You need to rub your nipples and make them hard. This
will drain away some of the tension you have. Breasts are made
for nursing. Alas, too many modern women never nurse their
children. Even those that do will stop giving attention to their
breasts after the child is weaned. But your breasts crave this
attention. Otherwise, they become charged with nervous tension
and start aching. I'll bet you have backaches, too." My
psuedoscience even sounded convincing to me and more importantly,
to her.
     "Oh? You mean my tits are too big? Well, nobody ever told me
that before, but I do have the most dreadful backaches. Can you
do something about that, doctor?"
     I was stunned and pleased at her use of the word  tits' for
breasts. It played right into my hand. "Why yes, lil lady. Let me
show you what to do to cure this problem," I answered, imitating
her easy going Southern manner. I stepped in close to her and
with one hand unsnapped her bra, letting it fall into my other
hand.
     Scarlett heaved a sigh or relief at the freedom this action
brought to her breasts. She seemed impressed with my dexterity.
     Her breasts, though large in no way sagged or slumped. They
were not pendulous, but more like luscious ripe melons eager to
be handled. They jiggled slightly with her breathing. I lifted
one of her breasts and then the other and marveled at the weight
and warmth of them. Her skin was silky smooth and almost milky
white. She had the barest hint of a tan and a few small blue
veins on the top of her mounds. 
     "You need to rub them like this," I said, my throaty voice
barely containing the excitement racing through my body. I
quickly tweaked both of her large nipples to perky erections. Her
dark brown aureoli were crinkled with excitement and I felt her
heart pounding beneath the luscious melons in my hands.
     I kept up this procedure for several minutes while her
breathing picked up speed and her skin flushed with the rush of
heated blood. I could sense that Scarlett definitely felt better
all ready. 
     I wondered how far I could go with this and said, "If you
have a husband, you can have him massage you like this. Another
great tension reliever is for him to suck on your nipples."
     "Suck? You mean like a baby? Oh I wish I had a baby or a
husband right now. You see, doctor, I am not married. Do you
think that is why I have so much tension in my body? Sometimes I
feel like I could explode. Right now, I feel that way. Your
massage has made me feel better in one way, but in another way, I
feel very charged and just as hot as a firecracker. Whatever
shall I do?" she said, her lips pouty and so warm and
soft-looking. I swear I have never seen lips as lovely as hers.
     I lowered my head to her nipples and sucked for many seconds
on the erect nipple. I then licked down through her cleavage and
up to the other nipple. She moaned in obvious pleasure at this
attention.
     "Oh, that feels ever so good, doctor. I think it is just
what I need for my backache. But I... I... well, down below, I
seem to be all tense. It feels kind of... kind of... oh I don't
know whatever is the matter with me?"
     I lay her back on the examing bed and said, "Let me take a
look. It may be you have other problems I need to look at." I
slid her black lacy panties down over her succulent thighs and
calves. Her feet were tiny and so delicate looking. I wanted to
suck on everyone of her toes, but pulling her panties down
revealed more delights for my eyes. Needless to say, I had an
enormous erection in my pants. There is no way this kind of
examination fell under my Hippocratic oath, but at the moment, I
didn't care. This was a beautiful woman and I was completely in
love with her at first sight.
     "Now, you practice the breast massage I taught you while I
examine your pelvic regions. Please pull your legs up and spread
them."
     She did as she was told without a second's hesitation. I had
a completely unobstructed view of the most gorgeous pussy I had
ever seen in my life.
     "Ah, I see. I see. Yes, I'm sure of it now. I see," I said
with my head between her raised knees. I carefully moved her
labia aside with my fingers and enjoyed watching her slit open
wide to my view. She had some juice flowing already and her moans
told me she was heating up with each passing minute.
     "What? Whatever do you see down there, doctor? It's just my
lil ole pussy. Whatever could that have to do with my tension and
nerves and all?"
     I loved this woman even more for her naivety. Her  lil ole
pussy' was a blond beauty of exquisite proportions. She was small
and delicate looking and oh so delicious which I discovered as I
reached out my tongue and snaked it across her clitorus.
     "Ooooohhhhh. Doctor? Whatever are you doing down there?" She
squealed. 
     I looked up, afraid I had rushed her too quickly, but I was
happy to see she still massaged her nipples and her face was
flushed. She moaned and whispered, "oooohhhhhh."
     "Oh that is the best way to find out if you have the tension
problems I think you may have. Your vagina, or pussy as you call
it, makes certain juices when it is tense. The only way to tell
just how tense you are is to lick up some of the juice. The taste
will tell. I must say, you have the taste I suspected you might
have." Boy was that an understatement. She had the most fabulous
tasting quim I had ever enjoyed. Now to convince her I needed to
taste more of it, to eat it all.
     "Just as we needed to massage your tits to relieve tension,
we must also do the same for your pussy. Here let me show you
what I mean; put your finger right here." I moved one of her soft
delicate hands away from her breast. I must say, she was
reluctant to let go of her cherry-sized hard nipple, but she
complied. I placed her finger right on her erect clitorus. The
poor thing was throbbing and soaking wet with hot juices. She
jumped and moaned in pleasure.
     "Feel that hard little bud? It is called your clit and it
needs lots of massaging when it feels like this."
     "Ooooohhh, doctor. My clit? It feels so hot and like...
like... maybe it is going to explode. Are you sure I should rub
it now?"
     "Since I am here. I'll do it for you. Then next time you'll
know just how to do it. However, I'm going to use my tongue. It
is very important to monitor your juices and make sure all comes
out perfectly." I smiled at the way I thought of spelling  come'
when I said that. 
     Scarlett smiled and said, "Well, you're the doctor and you
know best, but please hurry. I feel like something is going to
explode inside me. Whatever shall I do then?"
     I needed no further urging and jumped between her legs. I
went to work on the sweetest love tunnel and hardest little clit
I had ever enjoyed in my life. I could feel the thing throb
against my tongue and lips. She started gushing a flood of juice
and I thought she had already climaxed. Not quite, her climax
took several delicious minutes to attain. When she did cum, it
was an explosion that rocked the exam table, not to mention my
overheated cock. I thought I would cum in my pants just from
hearing her moans and cries of ecstasy. I swear, she gushed so
hard, it was like an ejaculation and I could barely lick it all
up.
     Finally, she stopped bucking on the table and collapsed in
temporary exhaustion. "Oooohhhhh, doctor. Whatever was that? It
was an explosion, but it was sooooooooo good. I feel so much
better now." She lay quietly breathing while I disengaged my
mouth from her labia and sat up on the bed.
     "That is called a climax or orgasm and is the greatest
stress reliever of all time. How do you feel now?"
     "Orgasm? That is a strange word, but I like it. I like
orgasm. I feel ever so much better, but deep inside of me, I
still feel some tension, some stress. Whatever do I call it? It's
like an ache and it is deep inside my body. Like something isn't
quite relieved. Do you understand? Do you think I need another
Or...orgasm?"  
     My heart leaped in my throat, not to mention the leap my
cock made at hearing this question. "I was afraid you might. You
see, your pussy has tight muscles inside it and nerves deep down.
I fear they have never been properly massaged. That is what is
causing your tension. There is only way to relieve this stress."
     "Oh doctor. Can you help me? You have done such a marvelous
job so far." She leaned back down on the bed and assumed her
previous postion of legs bent and spread. I nearly drilled a hole
in my pants when I saw her quivering quim wide open and inviting
me.
     "Well there is only one tool for this job. Tongues and
fingers can't reach that far inside of you. I'll have to undress,
if you don't mind." I hastily undressed, heaving my own sigh of
relief as my cock found freedom. It throbbed and bounced in the
air as I walked over to the table. A drop of clear love juice
oozed from the tip.
     "Oooohhhh," she moaned and her stare never left my cock.
"What a marvelous tool," she sighed. 
     I wondered just how naive she really was, but at the moment
I didn't care. I climbed on the table and spread her wet pussy
lips slightly with the fingers of my left hand while fisting my
cock with the right. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slipped into her
an inch at a time. She was tight and scalding hot. It was heaven
to sink down into her depths.
     When I hit bottom, I leaned forward and fastened my mouth to
one of her nipples. She wrapped her arms around me and I began an
agonizingly slow fucking. I wanted to make it last forever, but
knew that was impossible. She bucked against me and wrapped her
shapely legs over my ass. She had me and wasn't about to let go.
I didn't want her to ever let go. I brought my mouth up to hers
and finally kissed the softest warmest lips in the universe. She
was all tongue and hungry lips and she devoured me with her mouth
as well as her pussy. Somehow the action of her tongue and mouth
matched that of her pussy and I felt like I was being fucked by a
love goddess. She was fantastic. Try as I could to make it last,
all too soon I felt that wonderful stirring in my balls. 
     I blasted off with a loud scream. She matched it as her own
orgasm surged through her hot little body. We both climaxed
together and it seemed that our cumming would never end. She
gushed her own hot juices to mix with my enormous ejaculation.
Together we flooded the depths of her pussy with hot lava.
     We lay together for a long time afterward. Finally, I said,
"Well, Miss Scarlett do you think the treatment worked?"
     She sighed and whispered, "Oooooh my yes, doctor. I thought
you would just give me some Prozac, but this is ever so much
better. I fear that I may need more treatments. Do you think so?"
     "Oh my yes, Miss Scarlett. At least once a week. More if you
have recurring stress. You just better plan on an appointment
every other day. We really want to make sure that we have cured
your stress."  
     "You don't think your receptionist will get any ideas do
you? I'm sure this is a most unconventional form of treatment,"
Scarlett said.
     "Why frankly, my dear. I don't give a damn."
     "Why you lil scamp you. Well, Dr. Phil E Good. In that case,
I'll be happy to keep taking these treatments from you."

                            The End