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This is a work of fiction intended for adult who enjoy sexual content.
Please do not read if you are underage or offended by graphic
language.
"Fill this out, please." Said the receptionist with no emotion
and not even looking up at me. The sliding glass window shut as I
took the clipboard back to a non-descript seat in the office. As I
filled out the standard form I thought to myself of how many places
I'd rather be than in a doctor's office on a nice summer day.
Automatically I checked the boxes and wrote information about myself
in the appropriate places, still wondering why I was here. I stood at
the glass window while the primped up receptionist acted too busy to
open the window and take the clipboard, finally she did so and told me
to have a seat in the empty office until my name was called. After a
few short minutes, a dumpy looking nurse opened a door and called my
name, I don't know why she couldn't have just waved me in since no one
else was in the waiting room.
I followed her to a small room where she had me stand on the
scales, and then marked on her paper, 6 foot male, 205 pounds. She
had me sit on a chair and checked my bloodpressure and again wrote
something down on the paper before asking me to follow her again. She
pointed into a small cubicle and handed me a paper thin gown to put on
and said, "Doctor wants you to take all your clothes off and put this
on and she'll be with you in a few minutes." I knew the doctor would
take longer than a few minutes, they all do, as if I didn't have
anything else to do except be there, I should send a bill to them for
my time there.
Jack, my regular doctor, had told me that he was referring me
to a woman doctor who specialized in genetic disorders. He told me to
go easy on her since she was relatively new to private practice. I
believe he said she was 30 or 31 and had been an intern at Boston
General for the last 4 years.
I went into the small batwing doored closet and stripped my
jeans and teeshirt off along with my shoes and wrapped the paper thin
gown on after I figured out how it fit. Afterward I hopped up on the
standard patient bench with its new paper pulled down awaiting the
next sap, me. Out of mere boredom I timed how long it took the doctor
to come in, sure enough it was a good 20 minutes. About 8:45 a.m. the
doctor walked in.
She introduced herself as Dr. Schlooboom, she had a slight
European accent. She was dressed in nondescript clothes, pants and
blouse which showed nothing because of the standard white lab coat.
However, unlike most doctors I knew, she was quite pretty, not
beautiful by any means, but pretty. Her blonde hair hung straight
down over her shoulders, fair complexion, and not much makeup.
Extending her hand she said while looking at the chart, "umm...Jim
Pulpit? I'm Doctor Schlooboom. It says on the chart that you were
referred to me by Dr. Benchie for a genetic workup because you
possibly have Klinefelter's Syndrome! Is that right?" "Yes," I
responded, noticing she didn't wear a wedding band.
She sat on a low rollable stool and began explaining to me
what Klinefelter's Syndrome was, a genetic flaw that affects 1 out of
every 500 males, not hereditary, just a flaw where two or more of one
chromozones interact with the other, normally a XXY makeup where as
normal males are born with one X and one Y. She continued by telling
me the symptons of the flaw, sperm is absent from semen, extra small
penis and testicles, low libido, and so on and so forth. I laughed to
myself when she shared the latter with me, I thought I must have went
to the other end of the continuum. My cock was abnormally large, in
fact, 14" in length at its most excited state, with plum sized
testicles hanging below it. It is so large, it scares most women to
death when they see it. And if my libido was any stronger I'd
probably be in prison.
Looking up at me, she asked me to stand and not be ashamed,
but she had to examine my genital area. She rolled her chair close
and without lifting my gown began to examine my genitals. Of course,
it became excited by the mere touching and examining of it. It was
rock hard by the time she decided to take a upclose look. She lifted
my gown and audibly gasped as she stared at the veiny shaft and
engorged purple monster winking at her. My thinking of the good
doctor staring at my monsterous meat, shattering her mental images of
a "Klinefelter's Syndrome" man, I became so excited I started spewing
semen. The doctor gasped and back the chair away quickly but not
quick enough to escape being showered with the initial powerful
streams of semen. She looked up me aghast, cum dripping off her nose,
under her eyes and in her hair. She grabbed a wash cloth and wet it
and first cleaned herself up and then cleaned my genital area up.
"Well! Did we get excited or what?" She exclaimed. Blushing a deep
red, I apologized over and over again. She, unshaken at least on the
outside, continued the examination and talked while examining me, "it
seems that in your case, if you do have Klinefelter's Syndrome, you
have ended up on the other end of the spectrum. Your genitals are
abnormally large and no doubt your libido is just fine!" She laughed.
She made notes and rolled her chair back over to the table and
motioned for me to sit. Bringing out a cup she said, "I need a sample
of your semen, preferably in this cup!" Again she laughed lightly.
I fully expected her to leave the room to let me masturbate,
but she continued writing on the clipboard. She turn half toward me
and said, "Surely you don't need me to leave the room after what
happened!" I murmured, "I guess not..." She turned back to her
writing and I stood up and pulled the robe off of me, knowing full
well that this was not procedural. My toned fit body probably didn't
fit the Klinefelter's stereotype either I thought. I laid back down
on the short table and grabbed my still half mast cock in one hand and
held the cup in the other hand and began to masturbate myself. My
cock responded half-heartedly to my pumping, I tried to forget that
she was in there and tried to focus on what had just happened to no
avail.
"Can't do it, huh?" She asked. "Well, perhaps you could give
me a little help?" I risked. "Well....I suppose I could, can't be any
worse than what you've already done to me." She said and laughed
lightly. She stood up and walked over to where I was lying and
wrapped as much as my cock in her hand as she could and began pumping
it. My cock responded immediately to her touch. She suddenly stopped
and walked over to the door and flipped the lock and then came back
over and grabbed my cock again. She began pumping with a slow
rhythmically motion before speeding up. My cock jumped up to it's
full 14" length. Without seeing me, I snaked my hand under her lab
coat and grabbed one of her breasts through her blouse. She jumped
away from me immediately and said, "None of that!" "I wasn't going to
do anything except caress you! It will help me!" I responded. She
moved back in close to me, my hand found her breast again and I began
squeezing and tweaking her nipple through her clothing. Her breathing
quickened. She completely surprised me when she lowered her mouth to
my cock and began licking the head. As she did so, I no longer could
reach her breast and moved my hand to her crotch and began rubbing her
pussy through her pants. She clamped her legs around my hand and
began to moan lightly, but did not move away. With ease, I sat up and
grabbed her hips and lifted her 5'2" 100 pound body up and on the
short table to a 69 position on me. At first she balked but I had
already put her on me and she stayed. She was fully clothed on top of
me, working on my cock with her mouth. I unfastened her pants in the
front with minimal protest from her and slid her pants and panties
down over her ass. As soon as my tongue found her cunt, she let out
a moan and hunched her hips hard down on my chest. I grabbed her hips
and sank my tongue into her first sliding it in and out and then up
and down her labia, spending considerable time on her clitoris. I
slid a couple of my fingers into her gaping hot pussy, making the
doctor gasp, and banged them in and out of her. While one hand worked
her tits through her blouse the other continued to work her pussy and
ass. When I inserted my forefinger in her rectum, she came unglued
and started showering me with her juices. Never before had I been
showered by a woman, I've read about it but had not experienced it
until now. Just as the shower began, I spewed my second load of semen
in her mouth. This time she caught it all in her mouth and swallowed
it. Afterward, she just laid on top of me still in the 69 position,
my cock resting at half mast against her face. Slowly she lifted
herself off of me and went to the sink and pulled a couple of wash
towels out and cleaned us both up. "You missed the cup again, Mr.
Pulpit!" She managed to say, grinning. "Sorry." I responded.
She was bending down looking into the mirror and dabbing her
face with the wet wash cloth, when I came up behind her and encircled
her waist with me hands, I burrowed my nose into the back of her neck
and began kissing her neck, she leaned against me. My hands went up
to her ample cantelope sized breasts and squeezed and caressed them.
Her pants were still loosed and I suddenly brought a hand down from
her breasts and pulled them down to a heap around her ankles.
"No...we can't do that, I've been in here much too long!" She gasped.
She turned and immediately looked down and saw I had a unprecedented
third hardon. I pulled her as I walked backward and sat on the small
rollaway stool. She kicked off her pants and reached down and
positioned my 14" schlong at her still gaping pussy and sat down on my
pole and worked steadily until it's entire length was in her. She
wrapped her legs around my torso and began riding me, her face flush,
lab coat and blouse still intact. I leaned in and parted her lips
with mine and slid my tongue in her mouth and she wrapped her arms
around my head and pulled me closer to her. I could do limited
humping in the backless rollaway stool so she did most of the work and
work she did. She was bouncing up and down on me as if she were a
ragdoll. Ten minutes later she let out another long groan and I
arched my hips the best I could with my hands on her ass and spewed a
much lighter load of semen in her hot pussy. She gave me one last
long french kiss before unsaddling herself off me. My tired cock went
limp quickly and came out of her with a squishy kerplop, she gasped.
We both cleaned ourselves up and dressed, she sprayed some
kind of antiseptic spray that smelled like pine in the room and
unlocked the door and said, "the tech will be with you shortly Mr.
Pulpit." The girls in the office looked at her quizzingly and she
said over her shoulder, make Mr. Pulpit another appointment for next
week, Linda."
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