He took a deep breath and suddenly wished he could take a quick shot of whiskey to brace
him. He needed some liquid courage to do what he was about to do - give Lenora Adams her
first therapeutic cum. A cum designed to clear her aching pelvic organs of the congestion
that was obviously causing her menstrual difficulties. That was the theory, anyway.
Lenora had now completely abandoned her maidenly modesty, almost like a young bride
who must admit that the time has arrived when she must give herself over to her husband’s
hard and demanding penis in the marital bed. Jonathan was surprised to see that she was
lying peacefully, resigned to her fate on his exam table, her lower body now completely
nude, her legs parted slightly, her abdomen rising and falling with amazingly regular,
controlled respirations. In and out, in and out, she was breathing through the shame and
shyness. He had to admire the female ability to face whatever needed to be faced. And
she was, indeed, facing it in an effort to cure her ailing body of the pain that wracked
her vagina and womb organs.
Jonathan had discretely placed the vibration machine on a small shelf right next to the
exam table, out of her view, so that he could grasp it in one, seamless motion that she
would not notice. Before she could protest, question, or even cry out, the vibrator
would be on her clitoris and vagina in a flash, working its medical magic. She would hear
the buzzing, but he’d soothe her fears as he massaged her sensitive button.
He knew it was time to begin his work on her aching and badly congested clitoris. His
hand was shaking, but he calmed himself long enough to grasp the vibrator. He switched
on the power.
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Lenora jumped, the sound obviously scaring her.
“Don’t worry dear, this is a special medical machine that makes a big noise, but it
won’t hurt you.”
“Yes, yes, doctor, yes.”
“Lie still, please, and let the machine treat you. Let it do its special work. You
will feel a funny tickly sensation, but that’s part of the treatment.”
In truth, Jonathan had no idea what a female “cum” was supposed to feel or look like.
He only knew what his own penis - his cock - felt like when the final moment of sexual
stimulation hit him and every sensation was concentrated on the blinding rush of wet
explosion flowing out of his body. As a doctor, he certainly knew how babies were made.
They both wanted a big family, but not now, not before his medical practice was firmly
established. He did his best to pull out of her body before his seed spewed deeply into
Greta, his sweet wife Greta. He didn’t always succeed in maintaining control at his
peak moment, and sometimes he would thrust and pound once or twice, a fantastically
satisfying motion for him, but painful and violating for her. She would cry out,
pleading “Stop, please stop, Jonathan!”, and like a good husband, he would stop
immediately. . It was moments like that when he badly wanted to show Greta who was
boss, perhaps yank her hair or bite her neck. He was a doctor yes, but his manhood was
still intact. Or was it? The fact was, he rarely felt like a real man, but that was
changing now that he had a vibrator machine to experiment and play with.....
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