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(MMF, mast, voy) *** Author Note: I'd really like to hear what readers think of this story, so please email me and let me know: theirishfella@hotmail.co.uk *** Around twelve years ago, when I was a recently qualified doctor, I worked for some months as a locum general practitioner while I looked for a permanent practice close to home. The locum work took me up to a hundred miles from where I lived with my parents and I travelled daily in my rusty and unreliable Ford. Towards the end of that time, I spent six or seven weeks in a country practice covering for one of two doctors who had taken an extended honeymoon with his new wife in Australia. The other partner at the practice was Dry Willows, a woman in her late fifties, who planned to retire whenever Dry Newby returned and seemed to be very busy organising various things outside work, including a retirement cruise, house-sitters for when she was away and a number of builder and plasterers for work she was having carried out at her holiday home thirty miles away on the coast. Most of my time there was mind numbingly tedious and I'm sure I read every magazine in the waiting room twice, while crawling the walls with boredom. There were only a few appointments planned in each morning and the surgery had an "open door" arrangement each afternoon. A few weeks passed without anything more exciting than a sprained ankle or a nasty rash, until one Friday lunchtime when I heard the coffee table in the waiting room being pushed suddenly and a woman's voice giving a small yelp in pain. Sticking my head out of the door, I saw a young couple who had obviously been having an argument. It was clear that she had been crying recently and he seemed agitated and embarrassed. Evidently, the coffee table had been pushed out of the way by her shin as he pulled her by the arm into the waiting room and she leant down rubbing her shin with her hand. "Where's Dry Willows?" he asked without any greeting. He was red faced and a little breathless. "Who are you?" I asked. "Dry Willows has had to leave early for the day. I'm Dry Sweeney." "Sorry. I'm Michael Bell and this is Flora. Is Dry Newby about, then?" I explained the situation to the Bells and they seemed a little put out that the regular doctors were not available. Flora had sat down on one of the waiting room chairs at this stage. I stood back with all the confidence I could muster and gestured towards the surgery door, hoping they would go into the room. I was twenty six and looked younger and they were probably five years younger than me, and so I was a little surprised and pleased when Flora stood up and walked into the room, followed by Michael. Michael was an inch or two taller than me, and was fairly well built. I could tell he worked outdoors as he had a deep tan on his face and arms with especially red cheeks from too many years of working in direct sunlight, perhaps on one of the local farms or further along the coast onboard one of the few remaining trawlers operating off the coast. His hands were huge, almost outsized, and he caught me looking at them. Shoving them into his pockets, he looked round at Flora who was staring out the window. I offered him the chair in front of my desk and pulled another one in from the waiting room for Flora. I took my seat behind my desk and looked through the desk drawer filing cabinet for the Bell family file. There were only three hundred or so people registered with the practice so I imagined it wouldn't be too difficult to find it. "You'll not find a file for us in there", Michael said. "We're from Appsley Grange, forty-odd miles away. We're not registered here. We've come all this way because...well, it's a sensitive matter" I decided to say nothing, and gave him the time to settle down. Michael looked round at Flora again and back at me. She was silent, but squirmed a little in her seat, very obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. "I'm not sure you can help us. You seem very young. I'm not sure anyone can help us, actually, but I had hoped for an older woman doctor as my wife is...well, anyway. We've driven down this far to avoid going to my local doctor". I could sense Flora blushing and I deliberately focused my attention on Michael, addressing him only. "I've trained for the last five years to deal with any ailments my patients have. I can assure you, if I cannot help you, I will put you in touch with someone who can. Why don't you try me?" I said with a nervous smile. This seemed to put him at ease a little. He looked at Flora again and then back at me. "We've been married for almost three weeks. Flora and I love each other very much but we haven't actually made love. We waited for the two and a half years when we were courting and engaged so that our married life would be special. Now we're married and we cannot do it!" Michael was practically on the edge of his seat and was trying to curtail his frustration while allowing me an insight into how important this problem was for him. "And I'm about to go back to sea for ten days at six this evening, and I don't want to leave her upset and the whole thing is getting to us, to be honest. We're not at all experienced in these things and there's no one we can talk to about it. It has taken over a week to get the courage up to come here, and Dry Willows isn't bloody here!" Flora reached over to the desk and took a tissue and dabbed at her eyes. She had taken to staring out of the window again. Her eyes flitted about and I could tell that while she was embarrassed at the turn the conversation had taken, she listened avidly. Nicely dressed in a floral patterned skirt below her knees and a linen blouse, she wore no makeup or jewellery, apart from what looked like a ladies Timex watch. She was borderline skinny with red blonde hair and fair skin with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. "You'll need to tell me, in simple terms, what is stopping you, Michael." For the first time, Flora spoke. "Every time Michael tries to have intercourse with me, it hurts too much. We've tried dozens of times and..." She started to sob. Michael put his hand on her knee and she visibly flinched. I offered her the box of tissues. I'm thinking "intercourse?" Is it possible that this couple in their early twenties in the 1990s have actually not much idea about sex and how to enjoy themselves? Is it even possible now to lead a sheltered life with all that the TV and media throw at us? I decided to start with the basics. "When did you last try to make love?" Michael spoke again. "This morning. Just after I woke at seven." "And?" "I woke Flora up trying to get it in. She cried out with the pain." "She was asleep when you started?" I asked incredulously. Had this guy never heard of foreplay? "Yes. It hurt me a bit too." I asked the obvious question. "What sort of foreplay do you have?" I said, looking both at Michael and Flora. "Foreplay?" Flora looked quizzically at me. This issue seemed too simple to be true. "What is that?" asked Michael. "Petting, cuddling, kissing, or stroking your partner's hair, ears and other parts of his or her body. What about mutual masturbation? The female body needs a few minutes to become aroused before being ready for sex. The vagina lubricates itself in readiness for the penis. Could that be why Flora has such pain? Is she still dry, Michael?" Michael looked puzzled. "I haven't heard of that. I thought it was just a matter of putting it in there. I have seen animals doing it. Seems simple enough. What is mast-ur-bation?" Flora was glued to the conversation. She shifted forward in her chair and looked very curious. My God! Where have these people been? I looked at both of them again. For a moment, I thought that someone was playing a trick on me. I couldn't believe that someone could be so naive about sexual relations and yet be married. This was like something from the days of Jane Austen. I took five minutes to give them a breakdown of Biology and Anatomy for Dummies in really simple terms. "I don't know where that clitoris thing is", said Flora. "Can you show me?" I almost reached for a text book. I had an idea. I blame the boredom of being stuck in the arse-end of nowhere for three weeks and my own curiosity about these two specimens. "Step behind the curtain and undress, Flora. Michael, would you wait in the waiting room please?" "No, doctor. I want him here with me. He'll need to know where it is too" Flora moved behind the mobile curtain. A few minutes later, I could tell that she was ready. I pulled the screen back and folded it to one side. She still wore her bra and knickers and was lying down on the trolley. They weren't anything much to look at. Just your basic M&S underwear, but it was refreshing after all the elderly, wrinkly women I'd had to examine over the last few months. "You'll need to remove those too." She arched her back and with fingers and thumbs at each side slipped the knickers down over her thighs and legs and handed them to Michael. Her dark ginger pubic hair was matted and untrimmed and I could just see her labia through the jungle of hair. I took a pair of rubber gloves out of my coat pocket and asked Flora to raise her knees to allow me access. Michael moved around behind me to get a better view. Her lips parted naturally as she raised her knees. I gently parted the labia and ran my finger upwards to separate the hair allowing me to reach the hood. "I can't see. Can I sit up?" "Of course you can. Whatever way you're most comfortable." I took her hand and she sat up and swung her legs ninety degrees with her feet up on the edge of the trolley. Michael shifted round behind me again in the other direction. I parted the labia again and began my examination. Just as I reached her clitoral hood, she jumped perceptibly. I held the lips apart with one hand and pulled back her hood with the other. Her clitoris was of average size and everything looked normal. "Look just below my finger. Do you see that little stub of flesh? That is your clitoris. It is very sensitive but if you're gentle with it, you can gain great pleasure from it which in turn will prepare your vagina for intercourse by lubricating it." "What do I do with it, doctor?" Flora seemed to have lost any embarrassment she had before, and was genuinely fascinated by what was down there. This was surreal. Should I touch it myself, to demonstrate how it works? No way. Her husband standing behind me with those shovels for hands might decide to become a little jealous. Of course, he needs to know what to do with it. The voyeur in me, leapt to the front of my imagination. "Michael. Come around here and gently in a circular motion, rub Flora's clitoris. Wet your finger first with some saliva" He looked at me as though I'd asked him to put his hand into a roaring fire. "It's fine. You won't hurt her as long as you're really gentle." He gingerly wet the tip of his index finger and slowly moved his hand between Flora's legs. "Flora. Hold your lips apart so that Michael can easily see and touch it." Flora reached under both thighs from the side and found her labia. As he held them apart, Michael had a closer look. She must have jumped an inch or so when he made contact with the clitoris the first time, but after a few seconds, she reddened and looked me straight in the eye and half- smiled. I thought I heard a very slight whimper and I definitely noticed her breathing change. My own breathing was keeping pace. I noticed a few moments earlier when Michael's finger slipped between her ginger pubic hair and her lips, my own tackle coming to life. He spent thirty seconds rubbing away before she suddenly shot her hand out grabbing him by the wrist and moving his hand is a different, slightly slower direction. She had her eyes shut tight and Michael looked at her and me in quick succession. "What do I do now, doctor?" Michael half whispered. As he spoke, Flora moved her hand up to her chest and took a handful of her breast kneading it, as though she wanted to pull it off. I could see her other nipple sticking out a good half an inch through the front of her bra. I thought I'd chance another advance and made silent motions to Michael signalling that he should undo her bra "to help her". He stood to one side and looked at her back. After a moment's fumbling, the tension in the bra loosened and Flora discarded it to the floor in one movement. Her almost crimson nipples were the longest and thinnest I had ever seen, to the point where she was rolling one between her thumb and forefinger and there was still almost an inch of nipple showing. Her instinct rather than experience, was kicking in. Michael was back at his job working her clitoris, but I noticed that he hadn't had to lubricate his finger again since he started. I studiously bent down to have a closer look and it was clear that Flora was dripping moisture like a faucet to the point where the tissue covering for the trolley had a sizeable wet patch where she was perched. The "problem" was resolved, but I was inclined to see how this situation might develop. While I was checking this out, I noticed that Michael was now standing almost side on to me and Flora. Stealing a glance in the full length mirror beside the trolley, I could see he was very aroused and was rubbing his erection with his hidden left hand in time with the good work his right was doing. "That's masturbation, Michael" and I smiled. "Huh? Oh right", he stammered. "There are many triggers for arousal, you know. Perhaps the sight of your erect penis might help Flora become aroused at times. Why don't you try that?" "How are you doing, Flora?" I asked. "Mmmphh...k." While we were talking, Michael had dropped his trousers and his underpants and held his purple headed penis in his left hand, pulling his foreskin slowly back and forth. Flora opened her eyes to see and swallowed hard. "It's very large, doctor!" She sounded surprised. Could it be that she hadn't actually seen it before? "Haven't you seen it before?" I asked incredulously. "We've always had the.... Aaaaauuuuahha... lights off and he gets undressed in the bathroom." She now had both nipples between her fingers and was rolling them alternately gently and then roughly. I could tell she was fairly close to an orgasm. I needed to prolong this. This was fun! "So! That's arousal and how it works" I said clapping my hands together loudly. They both stopped moving without disconnecting from each other. Their eyes were wide open and staring at me. "But doctor...?" Michael almost gasped. I wheeled around and walked back over towards them. Flora's legs were trembling and Michael's hand had built up quite a rich foamy white lather with her juices. Surrounded by the now wet stringing red hair and swollen lips, the virginal vagina was doing things to me in the lower trouser region. I caught Flora checking my package between the folds of my white coat. I think she gave me a knowing look. I blushed a little too. "What do we do now?" Flora pleaded with me. "You now know how to prepare for intercourse. You should not suffer any further discomfort if you continue in this way." "I don't want to drive forty miles home and try this if it's not going to work", Michael reasoned. "We should try it here now, Flora" She nodded quickly. "Now hold on...." I didn't go any further. I shrugged and turned away as if to go out the surgery door. "Where are you going, doctor?" Flora looked very perturbed. "I was going to give you some privacy, but if you prefer I stay...?" Michael had already restarted his efforts and I detected a smile cross Flora's lips. She was into this. It was clear she had found her inner slut. I smiled to myself and winked at her. She moved herself closer to the edge of the trolley making the potential access for Michael easier. Her hips and torso were now rhythmically moving against Michael's finger. She reached down and slipped her own forefinger inside her soaking wet vagina. It looked to me like she was checking she would be wet enough and wanted to assure herself it wouldn't be as painful. Michael had stepped completely out of his trousers and underpants. His erection was a good six or seven inches long and he moved it towards his wife gingerly. Flora reached out and held his head in her hands for a moment, pulling him towards her for a passionate kiss. He looked down to see where the head of his penis was and guided it into her wet cleft. As he started to penetrate her, she became more animated and moaned. Two inches went in without any pain. Michael actually looked around at me momentarily! He went on. Another inch, and then another. Flora stiffened and Michael instinctively thrust the rest straight in. I thought that he thought it might suddenly end again and didn't want to take any chances. He waited a beat and then started to withdraw and back in up to the hilt. He settled into this rhythm quite quickly and Flora started to cling to his back and shoulders pulling at his shirt and pullover. His massive hands were on her thighs and he seemed to want to push them behind her head. Her backside was almost off the trolley and her protruding anus was getting slapped in rhythm by his scrotum. More of her juices were running out the side of her vagina with every thrust and down between her buttocks adding to the smack of his nuts. His hair was soaking with sweat by now. He paused momentarily to pull his pullover and shirt off, ripping a button in the process. In the break between thrusts, I could see Flora's left hand reaching around to grasp his buttock and drag him back into her. Three fingers of her other hand was in her mouth collecting saliva and quickly returned to knead her prominent right nipple. Again she looked over at me and caught my hand covering my crotch. She nodded at me. Was she "saying" what I think she was saying? Did she permit me to stroke myself at the vision of her being fucked in my surgery? Might as well get hung for a sheep as a lamb, as they say, and I quietly lowered my zip and fumbling with my underpants found my penis and freed it up. She had her eyes closed again and then turned her head towards me with one of those "almost there" looks on her face and opened her eyes through her tousled red hair. When she saw me sitting pulling my foreskin back and forth over my glans, she gave me a smile and she started to cum. She stared at my crotch for at least a full minute. Michael noticed how much more aroused she had become and he seemed to try harder to get her off. Always a good sign! He hadn't seen me with my cock out yet and I was quite nervous that he might be a bit upset, but I was nearly there myself at that stage – no going back now. With a groan Michael's body started to shake while he continued to thrust into her and I could tell that he was already shooting his strings of sperm. She must have felt the heat of his ejaculation as she let out her loudest groan yet. Her legs were crossed behind his neck while he shuddered his last gasps. With Flora watching me this whole time, I came quickly and quietly onto the carpet and resolved to stand on the spot until Michael left. It would need to be our secret. I tucked myself in. Michael had almost collapsed on top of Flora and after a minute or so of exhausted, breathless hugging and kissing, they parted. Michael found his and her underwear and they started to dress. Flora was glowing and smiled continually. Fully clothed eventually, they came back to the desk hand in hand. "You seem to have got the hang of that," I said and smiled. They both looked very pleased with themselves. "Thank you very much, doctor," Flora said and smiled again. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 76