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Authors name: TunefulBob (tunefulbob@yahoo.com)
Story title : Medical Marvel

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A Medical Marvel (MF, rom, size, anal)
by TunefulBob (tunefulbob@yahoo.com)

***

A friend (Melanie isn't her real name) gave me this story 
about a romantic and incredibly sexy encounter with her 
doctor. It turns out that Melanie and her doctor are both 
very unusual....

***

Prologue

I had the most unusual, incredible and extraordinarily 
sensual experience earlier today. Thinking back on it has 
me aroused all over again, something I'm not used to 
feeling. Wanting to remember all the luscious details, I 
started writing about my experience. After I finished 
that, I went back and added some details that are 
unimportant to me, such as my own appearance, so that my 
story would be more interesting to others.

I have had a problem with sexual responsiveness all my 
life. While I have dated many men, and had sex with 
several of them, I have never had much interest in sex or 
felt much response when I was having sex. Part of the 
problem may be that the right kind of man has never been 
attracted to me, as I am rather intimidating to most of 
them. 

I am tall to begin with - a bit over six feet - and with 
the heels I usually wear, I tower over most men. I am 
also fairly attractive, and have a figure that my 
girlfriends openly envy. (One of them once told me that I 
was built like a Barbie doll, but with longer legs and 
larger breasts. For the record, my bra size is 42DD, my 
waist is 26 inches, my hips measure 38 inches, and my 
inseam is also 38 inches. I am also extremely fit, and 
very strong for a woman.) 

My hair is blonde and rather curly. I keep it very short 
so that it doesn't take too much time to deal with it - a 
few quick brushes and it's ready. My features are okay, I 
guess, though my nose looks too small to me, and my chin 
a bit too large. Guys don't say too much about my face; 
but my girlfriends tell me I look beautiful when I smile.

Sex hasn't been too important to me for most of my life, 
as the demands of my education and my career kept me very 
busy. As one of the most successful commercial bankruptcy 
lawyers in the state, I have a substantial income and am 
able to work as much or as little as I want. Usually that 
has meant 60 or 70 hours a week, a pace I got used to in 
law school and as a young associate in a major city law 
firm. 

With my 40th birthday fast approaching, I have started to 
dwell on the passage of time, and on what I may have been 
missing. As a professional myself, I appreciate the 
benefits of getting help from someone who really knows 
the field, and started looking for the right person to 
help me. 

I considered sex therapists, but was unsure about how to 
find the right one, and was a little concerned about the 
effect on my reputation if word should get out somehow. 
So it really caught my attention when, a few weeks ago, 
one of my girlfriends mentioned in a casual conversation 
that she had heard about a gynecologist who specializes 
in sexual dysfunction, and is reputed to be the best in 
his field.

I called Dr. Rossi's office the next day to schedule an 
appointment. The receptionist was very nice, but told me 
it would be several weeks before the doctor could see a 
new patient. I said I would take it, and set up the 
appointment at the time the receptionist gave me. It was 
for 2:00 this afternoon, and the receptionist told me I 
should plan to spend the rest of the afternoon in the 
office, as the screening process alone would take a 
couple of hours.

The Examination

When I arrived at the doctor's office, promptly at 1:00, 
I was handed over to a young woman who looked and acted 
like a doctor, down to her lab coat with an 
otolaryngoscope in her pocket. But her nameplate said, 
Cindy Cox, CRNP. She introduced herself, and asked me to 
call her Cindy. I told her I would like her to call me 
Melanie. 

Cindy took me into a large, nicely furnished room, with 
comfortable chairs and a couch along with a beautiful 
desk over to one side. Soft, mellow jazzy music was 
playing over speakers that I couldn't see; the trumpeter 
sounded like Miles Davis. Cindy sat to one side of the 
desk, and asked me to sit in one of the easy chairs near 
her. She asked me the usual medical history questions, 
then proceeded to take my blood pressure and to measure 
my pulse. After that she asked me about my sexual 
problems and why I had come to see Dr. Rossi. 

She encouraged me to provide a lot details, and was 
particularly interested in the sizes of the penises of 
the men I'd had sex with. Odd though it may seem, the 
questions seemed to be quite natural, and Cindy's manner 
was so gentle and understanding that I felt I could tell 
her anything.

After a long conversation that seemed like an intimate 
exchange with a dear friend, Cindy showed me a closet 
where I could hang my clothes, and handed me what she 
called a clinic gown, telling me that Dr. Rossi would 
want to start with a pelvic examination to make sure that 
everything was okay physically. Cindy also gave a cup of 
water and three pills, which she said I should take to 
help me relax and to help make the examination more 
comfortable. After watching me take the pills and drink 
some water, Cindy left the room.

The "clinic gown" was made of beautiful blue silk, and 
had a tie at the waist and hooks to hold the top closed. 
I took off my clothes, including my bra, and put on the 
gown, which fit me perfectly and hung down to about mid-
thigh. Because it was so hot today, and I had no business 
appointments, I was wearing sandals with three-inch 
heels, with no stockings. I decided just to leave those 
on, rather than put on the soft slippers I found in the 
closet. Then Cindy knocked at the door and poked her head 
in to see if I was ready.

Shortly afterwards, Dr. Rossi walked in, holding a 
folder. He was quite tall, at least three inches taller 
than I am, even with my three-inch heels. He was also 
rather slender, and looked like a very sweet man, though 
not particularly handsome. What impressed me most was his 
air of quiet self-assurance. 

I'm used to men reacting to me either with uncertainty or 
too much aggression, so Dr. Rossi's manner was unusual. 
He dropped the folder on the desk, and walked over to 
shake my hand, saying quietly in a deep, resonant voice 
how nice it was to meet me. Now I could see that his 
smile was very sweet, and his brown eyes had a look that 
I would describe as gentle and kind. 

We sat down on adjoining easy chairs and began talking, 
reviewing some of the things I had told Cindy. As we 
talked, the music began to create colors in my mind, like 
splashes of pastels against a canvas. I was beginning to 
feel very relaxed from the medicine, and felt like I was 
at peace with the world. I told Dr. Rossi how I felt. He 
smiled, and said that perhaps it was time to begin the 
physical examination.

I looked around, confirming that there was no examination 
table in the room. Dr. Rossi took my hand to help me up 
from my chair, and walked me over to a sort of lounge 
chair. The back and seat were wide, and the part 
supporting the legs was relatively narrow. When I sat in 
the chair, Dr. Rossi pushed a button with his toe that 
caused the chair to rise. The back of the chair reclined, 
and the part of the chair supporting my legs rose up, and 
then split down the middle. 

I instinctively crossed my right leg onto the part that 
moved to the left. Dr. Rossi gently clasped my right 
ankle, and moved my right leg over to the other branch of 
the leg support, leaving my legs spread wide apart. He 
pulled up a stool, and sat down, where I could see him 
between my thighs. He asked me if I was comfortable. I 
told him yes, I was very comfortable.

Dr. Rossi told me that in addition to the usual 
gynecological examination he would be testing my 
responses to various stimuli. He also told me that the 
pills I had taken would relax both physical and 
psychological inhibitions so that my responses would have 
no barriers. While he was talking, my pussy was 
completely open to his inspection, as the silk gown had 
fallen back to my waist.

As he worked, Dr. Rossi helped me relax even more by 
talking with me about what I liked to do on my vacations, 
with my free time, and so on. After a while, he loosened 
the fasteners at the top of the gown, and manipulated my 
breasts for a while, using a circular motion over every 
part of each breast. It felt very nice, and I was only a 
little embarrassed when my nipples stood up. (They're 
proportionately rather small, and only stuck out about 
half an inch.) 

Then he told me he was going to use a vibrator to check 
my reactions in various places. I told him that he wasn't 
going to see much reaction from anything, as I had tried 
vibrators myself, with little result. He touched the 
vibrator to the lower part of my tummy, the insides of my 
thighs, moving closer to my pussy. After pausing to apply 
some KY jelly to the vibrator, he started with my 
clitoris. When he asked how it felt, I told him it felt a 
little sensitive, but wasn't going to bring me to orgasm.

As he continued to touch me in various places with the 
vibrator, now at different spots inside of my pussy, he 
referred to Cindy's questions about penis size, and 
confirmed Cindy's note that the largest one I'd 
experienced was about 8 inches. He asked me how thick it 
was, and I held up my thumb and middle finger to form a 
circle with a gap of about a half inch. He looked, and 
said, "Hmm. About three inches thick. That's a lot bigger 
than average. Did you like that?"

"I suppose I felt it more than others. But it wasn't all 
that special."

"I see," he said. Then he went on, "Ms. Foster.... May I 
call you Melanie?"

"Yes, of course," I replied.

"Thank you, Melanie. My name is Robert."

"Not Bob?"

"No - only people who don't know me call me Bob." He 
paused for a moment, with the vibrator turned off, but 
caressing an area beneath my pussy. "Melanie, I'm going 
to try some direct stimulation of the inside of your 
cervix."

"Won't that hurt?"

"No, it shouldn't hurt a bit. One of the pills you took 
relaxes the cervix and dilates it. I can see that yours 
is already dilated about seven centimeters - a bit less 
than three inches. But if it feels at all uncomfortable, 
please tell me at once."

Treatment Begins

He got a long, slender dildo - it was well over a foot 
long - and put some KY jelly on it. He slid it inside of 
my pussy and slid it into the opening of my cervix. I 
gasped, and within a few moments was spasming in orgasm, 
the first orgasm of my life. My legs shot straight up 
into the air, the feeling was so intense. It was 
incredible, and went on for what felt like a couple of 
minutes.

"Ah," Robert said, with a small, satisfied smile when my 
spasming had stopped, and my legs sank back to the chair, 
"it looks like we found a g spot, Melanie. Okay, now 
relax for a bit."

I was stunned by what had happened, but soon gathered my 
wits. "Thank you, Robert. That felt awfully good."

"I could tell you liked it, Melanie." Then he paused, and 
said, "You know, you have such a lovely smile. Your whole 
face seems to light up."

I hadn't realized I was smiling, and didn't know quite 
how to respond that that. He didn't wait for an answer, 
though, and went on. "There's another spot I'm going to 
try in a minute, after your pulse has slowed down a bit."

"Where is that?"

"Well, from the goose bumps you got around your anus when 
I was touching the vibrator there, I think that is 
another area where you are very responsive."

"Do you mean inside? That sounds like it would make me 
very uncomfortable. Will it hurt?"

"No, this won't hurt at all. One of the other medications 
you took relaxes the anal sphincter so that there will be 
no resistance and no pain. In fact, we could stick 
something pretty large in there with no discomfort. I 
understand how you feel, Melanie," he went on. "But we 
ought to check it out as part of the examination."

"Okay," I said doubtfully. "But you have to stop if I 
don't like it."

"That's fine," he said.

He lubricated the dildo, then asked me to lift up my 
legs, and pull my thighs toward my chest with my arms 
wrapped around them. This lifted up my ass from the 
lounge chair, giving Robert a clear shot at the area that 
he was curious about. He added some more lubricant to my 
anus, and pushed one of his fingers in slowly. It 
actually didn't feel bad at all. In fact, a part of me 
felt like urging him to put it in deeper.

"Okay," Robert said. "You are nice and relaxed. This will 
be fine." He then pushed the dildo in slowly. 

It felt awfully nice, though nothing like when he touched 
the opening of my cervix. Then he began slowly sliding 
the dildo in an out, going in a little deeper with each 
stroke. All of a sudden, I started to feel warm and 
excited. "More," I panted. "Deeper."

"Okay," Robert said, and slid the dildo deep into my 
colon. That was it! I held back a scream as my whole body 
trembled with an orgasm that seemed to be as strong in my 
toes and my ears as it was deep in my bowels. I could 
feel it in my clitoris too, as both my pussy and my anus 
spasmed with an intensity that I couldn't believe.

Robert continued sliding the dildo deep into and out of 
my colon, and my whole-body orgasm continued, until, 
finally, I gasped, "Enough! Please stop!"

Robert slowly pulled the dildo out of my still pulsating 
anus, then smiled at me again, and said, "You know, I 
think we are making some real progress here."

I eased my legs back down again, and stared at Robert in 
silence for a moment. Then I said, "You know, that was 
really extraordinary. But isn't it abnormal? Why can't I 
have normal orgasms in a normal way?"

Robert looked thoughtful for a minute, then replied. 
"Actually, your reactions aren't all that unusual, except 
for their intensity. I've been studying sexual pleasure 
for my entire career, and couldn't begin to tell you what 
the boundaries are between the normal and the abnormal. 
I'm inclined to think that if you like it and it doesn't 
do any damage, then we should assume that it's normal."

He paused for another moment, and went on, "And another 
thing I've observed, over and over again, is that there 
is a kind of learning process in sexual pleasure. The 
intensity of the pleasure you felt suggests to me that 
over time you will learn to experience that same level of 
pleasure from more usual stimuli, such as clitoral and 
vaginal stimulation."

I nodded, thinking that the man is such a genius that I 
would believe him if he told me that caressing my 
forehead would bring me to orgasm.

He smiled, and patted my thigh. "Ordinarily, at this 
point I would refer you to a sex therapist to follow up 
on the things we learned today. But...."

"But what?" I asked.

"Well, I think that there are a couple of reasons why I 
should continue with your therapy myself. Is that okay 
with you, Melanie?"

"Yes, Robert, that sounds fine to me. But what are the 
reasons for that?"

"We'll get to that in a minute. First, I need you to sign 
a consent form. Is it okay if I call Cindy back in here?"

"Okay," I said, then started fastening the top of my gown 
and arranging it as well as I could over my legs. Robert 
pushed some buttons to move my chair into an upright 
position with the legs together, then used an intercom to 
ask Cindy to come in with a "therapy consent form."

Cindy walked in a moment later with a form on a 
clipboard. I glanced it over, and asked why the earlier 
form I had signed consenting to treatment wasn't 
sufficient.

"What we're about to do is sometimes regarded as outside 
the range of medical care, and even is regarded as 
something as a conflict in some medical quarters. This is 
the kind of form you would sign for sexual therapy rather 
than medical care. This state doesn't have a formal 
licensure process for sex therapists, so the form is very 
carefully crafted to provide clear consent to the 
performance of sexual acts. 

"You're a lawyer, so I won't bother explaining the form 
in detail, or tell you that the form protects both of us. 
Actually, it's mostly designed to protect the therapist, 
though it does reinforce some of the patient's rights as 
well. But I will promise you that I will do nothing 
without your express consent. That form doesn't protect 
me if I fail to live up to that promise."

I read through the form quickly, then signed it. It was 
exactly as Robert had described it, with a lot more 
detail about sexual acts than I had ever seen in a legal 
document. Clearly, it was designed to assure that I 
couldn't complain later about engaging in sexual acts 
with Robert, unless, as he had said, anything was done 
against my will.

Cindy took the form from me, gave me a smile that was 
both friendly and conspiratorial, and walked out of the 
room.

Robert looked at his watch, and said. "The office is 
closed now; but Cindy will stay until we are finished. I 
will call her in at once if you decide you want someone 
else here. Would you like me to call her back in now?"

"No, that won't be necessary." From the slight smile on 
his face, and the way Cindy had smiled too, it occurred 
to me that Cindy might end up being part of my therapy 
somewhere down the road. But I wasn't ready for that this 
afternoon.

"Okay. Now let me tell you the two reasons why I think it 
would be a good idea for me to function as your 
therapist." I nodded, without speaking, and Robert went 
on. "The first reason is that you have an unusually large 
and deep vaginal opening. In fact, though I could refer 
you to a therapist I know of with a 10-inch cock that is 
three and a half inches around, he wouldn't be big enough 
for you."

I nodded again, then looked at him with a start. "Are you 
telling me that your cock is bigger than that? How big is 
it?"

"It's about fourteen inches long and nearly five inches 
across."

"Oh.... my.... god," I gasped. "I didn't think they got 
that big."

"Well, very few of them do. In fact, my cock is larger 
than the one listed as the record in Guinness's."

"Well, why isn't yours listed in Guinness?" I asked, 
wide-eyed at the thoughts stampeding through my mind.

"They don't know about mine, officially at least. I did 
get an inquiry from them once, but brushed it off. I 
guess someone told them about me. But since they couldn't 
authenticate their information, they can't list it."

"And you think my pussy won't be ravaged by your cock?" I 
asked, truly worried.

"No, your pussy won't be harmed a bit, my dear. Believe 
me, you are better equipped to handle me than any woman 
I've ever seen - and that's a lot of women. But," he 
paused, "we'll have to be very careful when we push my 
cock into your cervix. That will require a lot of 
stretching. But the medicine will help with that."

"Wait a minute," I gasped, nearly in a panic. "You can't 
really mean to try to force a log like that into my 
cervix!"

He smiled, and again I thought how sweet he looked. 
"Listen to me, Melanie. We will go very slowly, and you 
always have the right to say no at any time. Remember, 
the average woman's cervix stretches to about four inches 
in diameter or more when she gives birth. And your cervix 
is about fifty percent bigger than the average woman's. 
So it should be easy for you, actually."

"Don't you think we should try the guy with the 10-inch 
cock first, to see how that goes?" I asked.

"There's a problem about that, Melanie. Your cervix is so 
deep that a ten-inch cock would barely reach it. That's 
one of the reasons why you have gotten so little pleasure 
from sex, my dear. No man you've been with has been able 
to touch the most responsive part of your genital area. 
And what you need is more than exterior stimulation of 
your cervix. You need a cock planted deep inside of it. I 
may be the only man who could do that job for you."

Crazy as it all sounded, I was beginning to be convinced. 
"But you'll take it slowly?" He nodded. "And you'll stop 
if I tell you to?" He smiled, and nodded again. I took a 
deep breath, and said, "Okay, then, we'll give it a try."

At that, he smiled his sweetest smile yet, positively 
beaming at me, then got serious again. "Now let me tell 
you the second reason why I think I should be your 
therapist. This one is more of a reason for me than it is 
one for you. But I think you are the most beautiful woman 
I have ever seen. You certainly have the most beautiful 
body, with the longest, shapeliest legs I've ever seen, 
and the most extraordinary breasts, huge, perfectly 
shaped, and with such delicate little nipples. 

"I didn't really need to touch your breasts in order to 
check your responsiveness there, but wanted to feel them 
to confirm that you don't have implants. Another thing -- 
when you smile, your face lights up with such beauty that 
it almost keeps me from thinking straight. The truth of 
the matter is, Melanie, that I want to fuck you more than 
I have ever wanted any woman."

I blushed hotly, thought about that for a minute, and 
said, "You know, that sounds like a good reason to me. 
Thank you for telling me."

"You are so very welcome, my beautiful Melanie. May I 
kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

And he sat down next to me, and did kiss me; and as we 
pressed our lips together, then our tongues, and the 
thoughts of his huge cock filled my brain like it was 
going to fill my pussy, I felt my limbs melting, weak 
with desire for him.

Therapy in Earnest

As Robert kissed me, he undid the hooks holding the top 
of my gown together. Then he caressed my breasts, and 
slid the gown over my shoulders and down over my arms. At 
that point, I was wearing nothing but my high-heeled 
sandals. He gazed at my body with admiration showing in 
his face. I never felt so beautiful. And I was beginning 
to think that I had underestimated how handsome he is, as 
well.

Still gazing at me, he stood and began undressing, 
starting with his white coat, then his tie, then his 
shirt and undershirt, tossing each item onto the desk as 
he removed them. His tall, lean body was surprisingly 
muscular. His stomach was as flat as mine, with the 
muscles showing through as if his skin was transparent. I 
was suddenly even more pleased that he thought my body 
was so beautiful, because his was truly, gloriously 
lovely. He slipped off his shoes, then lifted his feet in 
turn to remove his socks. 

At this point, I could see a large shape in his pants, 
starting at his crotch and stretching down almost to his 
knees. When he pulled his pants off, the end of his cock 
extended well beyond the bottom of his boxer shorts. It 
was semi-erect, and already looked bigger than he had 
said. It thickened, straightened and lengthened as he 
pulled off his shorts, swelling up until it looked as if 
it must be two feet long!

I was awestruck. Surely, both my hands together wouldn't 
go all around that huge thing! The idea of putting it 
into my pussy was beyond my comprehension. And my poor 
cervix! This whole thing just isn't doable, I thought! He 
was standing close enough for me to reach out and touch 
it. I decided to see if my hands could span this huge 
pole, and leaned forward to reach him. If it's too big 
for my hands, I thought, it's too big for my pussy!

But my long fingers enabled my two hands to completely 
encircle his cock, with perhaps an inch to spare. And 
holding it made me feel not only that I could fit it into 
my pussy, but that I had to have it there, right now!

But my cervix? The thought made me tremble, medicine or 
no medicine. Still, I resolved to give it my best try.

He touched his toe to the button again, and the chair 
began to move me into place to accommodate his huge cock. 
My back and head went down, my legs were lifted up and 
spread apart, and he walked in between my legs, pointing 
his pole toward my pussy like a battering ram aimed at 
the gates of an enemy's castle. Then he rubbed it against 
my thighs and onto my tummy. 

As I looked his cock, which was half as wide as my whole 
tummy, once again I was filled with misgivings. But then 
he rubbed the tip against the lips of my pussy, and my 
fears began to give way to another tidal wave of desire. 
He pressed the tip against the opening, and pushed it in 
an inch or two, dragging in my pussy's lips, and even my 
clitoris, along with it. He pulled it back out again, 
grabbed the tube of KY, and smeared my pussy liberally 
with it. Then he pushed the tip of his cock against my 
pussy again, and slowly slid it in.

The feeling of being stretched and filled was incredibly 
intense. I could feel the veins on his cock, the texture 
of his skin, as his cock slowly slid into me. Inch by 
inch, with exquisite slowness, he stretched me to my 
utmost limit, until I could feel him deep inside of my 
belly. And then the tip of his cock touched my cervix, 
and I was startled by an electrifying shock. 

He pulled back slightly, searching for the opening of the 
cervix, then slid forward again, soon causing me to 
writhe and spasm in the third and most intense orgasm of 
my life. But he had more for me than I was quite ready to 
take, and the stretching of my cervix caused me such pain 
that my orgasm stopped as quickly as it had started. 
"Robert, you're hurting me," I groaned.

Immediately, Robert began to withdraw, with a sound of 
regret that wasn't quite a word. My eyes flashed open, 
and I looked at him wide-eyed, and said, "No! Don't go! 
Wait a bit, and take it a little slower."

He stopped, paused for a moment, then began an in and out 
movement, extending at each stroke to graze my cervix, 
sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. He 
continued like this for a minute or two, allowing my 
orgasm to build and burst to overflowing. This time, he 
gradually took my pussy and my cervix, penetrating with 
each stroke an additional millimeter or so. It hurt a 
lot! But kept quiet for fear he would withdraw again. 

My orgasm subsided without quite stopping; and soon, I 
could feel my cervix spasming and grabbing onto his cock 
firmly, so that as Robert's cock moved in and out of me, 
my cervix and uterus were pushed in and pulled out as 
well. At this point, I curled my legs around his back, 
grabbed his arms with mine, and pulled him toward me 
fiercely, crying out, "Now! Now! Fuck me, Robert! FUCK 
ME!!!!"

And he obliged, thrusting with incredible force into the 
center of my body, crushing and stretching me, thrilling 
and filling me, taking me, delighting me. My orgasm 
peaked, and stayed there for what seemed like several 
minutes, and I shrieked with excitement, with pleasure, 
with pain, and with joy.

At that moment, Robert groaned loudly, then grunted 
softly several times, as the come splashed out of his 
cock. I could actually feel the force of his come 
spurting through the depths of my cervix and into my 
uterus. This was a new delight, as I felt that he was now 
penetrating with his come into my very soul. I writhed, 
moaned and gasped with the thrill of this glorious 
pleasure, physical, emotional and even spiritual.

Robert then leaned over and pressed his upper body 
against mine. I could feel him softening just a bit, and 
withdrawing slightly. Yet still I felt surfeited with the 
mass of him inside of me. He put his mouth against my 
ear, and murmured, "Melanie, that was the most beautiful 
thing that has ever happened to me. Your orgasm was so 
intense, so powerful, that I felt it more than I did my 
own. Oh! That was so wonderful! I just love fucking you."

I murmured something in return, but for the life of me 
don't remember what I said. Thank you was part of it, 
certainly, and something about my own joy and pleasure.

We stayed that way for a few minutes, with Robert 
gradually softening, and slowly withdrawing from my 
deepest recesses. Then Robert stood up again, and began 
moving in and out, hardening again. I groaned in dismay 
and pleasure. My mind told me that I couldn't take any 
more of this, the intensity of the pleasure was so great 
that it was beyond bearing. But my body had a mind of its 
own, and began responding.

Robert reached down and caressed my breasts, squeezing 
them, fingering my half-inch nipples with delight. "You 
look more beautiful than ever, my sweet Melanie. Your 
face and your body are glowing! I wish I could take a 
picture of you now, and capture the happiness on your 
face, the gorgeous curves of your body."

"Thank you, Robert. Thank you for what you have made me 
feel, for how you have made me see myself. You are 
wonderfully beautiful yourself; and your cock inside of 
me is thrilling beyond words."

"I'm so glad you feel that way, dear Melanie. And now, 
there is one more thing that your therapeutic program 
requires today. Are you ready for it?"

A new sense of alarm came over me. "There is something 
else? Can't we just do what we've done, again?"

"Well, there is a problem with doing that again, my 
sweet. Your cervix needs some time to recover, probably 
at least a couple of days. Otherwise, there could be 
injury, and scarring, and we wouldn't be able to do this 
again. But your other pleasure spot is waiting to be 
taken."

The realization of what he meant hit me with a crash. 
"You don't mean you're going to put that huge thing into 
my ass! That just isn't possible!"

"On the contrary, my dear Melanie. It not only is 
possible, it is a necessary part of your therapy. And 
believe me," he continued, as I shook my head from side 
to side, "you will find the pleasure of it even more 
intense than what you just experienced."

"If it's more intense than that, it will kill me. I think 
I'm going to invoke my right to say no, Robert!"

"That is, of course, your right, Melanie. But let's go 
into it gradually, and by stages, as we did the 
penetration of your cervix. Your ass is better able to 
handle this treatment than your cervix is, my sweet. You 
can take my word for that as an expert." As he spoke, he 
reached under my ass, and began caressing my anus with 
his thumb, penetrating it lightly.

His touch, more than his words, persuaded me that perhaps 
he was right. I smiled up at him, and said, "All right. 
Very slowly, then, and you will stop if I say so."

"Yes, Melanie. You know, from experience now, that I will 
stop if you say so. Now, go back to that position, with 
your legs pulled up, and your arms holding your legs 
against your breasts."

As I moved into position, he showed me the long dildo he 
had used before, and another one, that was just as long, 
and considerably thicker. He lubricated the thinner of 
the two, put more lubricant on my anus, then slid the 
dildo into my ass, slowly, luxuriantly, to a depth that 
weemed to be about six or eight inches. "There, does that 
feel okay, my sweet? I can see that the medicine is still 
relaxing your sphincter muscle."

"Oh! It feels good, Robert! Put it in further!"

Instead he left it there while he lubricated the thicker 
dildo. Then he switched the dildos, putting the larger 
one in just about the same length as the other had been. 
This time he moved the dildo in and out, edging it in a 
little further with each stroke.

This was heaven! I could feel myself teetering at the 
edge of an extraordinary orgasm. But then Robert pulled 
the dildo out, and pressed his cock against my anus. 
Looking down, I could see that it wasn't quite fully 
hard. But he squeezed the bottom of his cock to firm up 
the end of it, and slowly pressed it against an opening 
that simply wasn't designed to accommodate his girth. 

As he began stretching my anal sphincter to push the head 
of his cock in, I felt a mixture of pleasure and panic. 
Part of me wanted him to ram that thing into me, and 
another part of me said it would kill me if he did! As he 
gradually pushed just the very tip of his cock in to me, 
I clenched my teeth to keep myself from telling him to 
pull back. The sensations flooding through my body and 
into my brain were incredibly powerful! The mixture of 
pleasure and pain I felt was beyond my comprehension!

As more of the tip of his huge cock was squeezed into my 
anus, the pain began to outweigh the pleasure. Just as I 
was about to tell him that I couldn't take it, though, I 
felt the last resistance of my overmatched anal muscles 
give way, and the tip of his cock was fully inside of me. 
My legs and arms, my whole body, were trembling. I was 
afraid of his splitting me further, and equally afraid of 
his pulling back out! At this point, he paused for a 
moment, and said, reassuringly, "The worst is over, 
Melanie. The rest will be sheer bliss for you."

With that, he began a slow in and out movement, gradually 
penetrating further and further up my colon. After he was 
in about half way, I began to be rocked with an orgasm 
that felt completely different from anything that had 
gone before! He was right that this was more intense than 
what I had felt in my cervix! I could feel a pulsing 
throughout my body, down my legs and arms to the very 
tips of my fingers and toes! 

My head seemed to be as close to bursting as my colon 
was! And yet there was more to come, as his slow in and 
out movements gradually straightened and widened my 
colon. The fullness I felt was similar to when he was 
inside my pussy, and I could actually feel the pressure 
of his cock squeezing the walls of my pussy together and 
against my cervix and uterus. This sent my orgasm to an 
even more intense pitch, as I felt I would simply go mad 
with pleasure!

Then, at last, he reached the bottom. I could feel his 
body pressing hard against my butt cheeks with each 
inward stroke. And at the same time, it seemed that his 
cock was pressing against my inner organs all the way up 
to my diaphragm, as it became harder for me to take a 
deep breath. At this point, he began thrusting in and out 
of my asshole with a force and a fury that added to my 
sense of being overwhelmed and smashed. 

A new sense of heat began to suffuse my body, as if it 
were being consumed by fire from the inside out! All of 
these sensations together at last overmatched my brain, 
and I screamed with pleasure, again and again. I was so 
exhausted I wanted it to stop, and yet at the same time I 
wanted it to go on forever!

And then, incredibly, Robert picked up the pace, and 
seemed to be ramming his cock even further into my 
innermost recesses! At that point, he began groaning, and 
I soon felt his cock spasming in time to the spasms that 
were racking my entire body, followed by the sense of 
spurting semen flooding my overheated interior!

Robert slowed and stopped, but remained lodged deep in my 
colon even while I lowered my cramped legs so that my 
calves rested against his sides. My orgasm, which had 
lasted for many minutes, through numerous peaks and 
valleys, gradually diminished; I was thoroughly spent, 
but unbelievably satisfied and thrilled. After more than 
20 years of wondering if my body was capable of any kind 
of sexual excitement at all, I had felt more over the 
course of a couple of hours than I had hoped to feel in a 
lifetime.

I gazed up at Robert, smiling happily. He stood between 
my legs, looking as exhausted as I felt. Then he 
gradually withdrew his diminished but still massive cock 
from my colon, leaving an empty feeling, and some 
soreness in my anus, but no sadness. 

Then he pushed another button to move the chair into a 
flat position, and lay down beside me, putting his arms 
around me and holding me close. I felt my nipples 
brushing against his chest hair, and experienced a quiet, 
new pleasure that was different from anything I had felt 
before.

"That was exquisitely, deliciously wonderful, Robert," I 
said, breaking a silence that had lasted for several 
minutes. He nodded, wordless, and beginning to stroke my 
back, my shoulders, my buttocks. My skin felt alive to 
pleasure as never before. He rolled away from me 
slightly, and caressed my left breast and nipple with his 
right hand. 

When I looked down, I saw the nipple standing up 
straight, protruding further, it seemed, than it ever had 
before. "I wonder that my body has the strength to do 
that," I murmured. "I feel completely drained, as if it 
will be hours before I can walk again."

Robert continued stroking my breast, and then my tummy 
and thighs, and finally spoke. "Melanie, my darling, 
making love with you has been the most spectacular, 
beautiful and satisfying experience of my life. I am so 
glad you came to see me. Thank you."

"I should thank you, Robert, for opening up a whole new 
world for me." But then, something occurred to me. "But 
can I ever have this experience with any other man? Is 
there any way that I could even have an orgasm with any 
other man?"

"You know," Robert said, reverting to a slightly clinical 
tone, but one that was suffused with warmth and 
affection, "that's a logical concern, but not something 
you need to worry about. Sexual responsiveness is a kind 
of awakening process. Most women go through that 
awakening at a much earlier age than you have; but the 
pattern is nearly universal. Once you have awakened, your 
responsiveness will only increase."

"Here, let me show you something," he continued. 
Caressing my legs and thighs, he pushed them gently 
apart, and moved his fingers to my pussy. As he caressed 
the lips, I felt a new sense of pleasure. Instead of 
being numbed by the overwhelming sensations I had 
experienced, I was reacting in ways that I never had 
before. When his fingers moved to my clitoris, I felt a 
mild version of the body-wide shocks I had felt earlier. 
I reached my hand down to hold his, and said, "Not now, 
Robert. I just can't handle any more!"

"Okay, my sweet," he murmured, as he resumed his slow 
sensual caresses on my legs and tummy. "But you see how 
responsive you are to just a touch now, when a vibrator 
applied there before had almost no effect at all."

Later....

He was right, of course. In fact, even now, as I have 
reached my fingers down to touch myself while I was 
writing this account, my responses have been 
instantaneous and strong. I never took any pleasure in 
touching myself before, and now can't resist it. Just 
crossing my legs and squeezing my pussy lips together has 
brought me to a couple of light orgasms as I sat here, 
trying to concentrate on my keyboarding.

Still, as good as that feels, I can't wait until my next 
therapy session next week!

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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