When my shoes and socks were off, he took off my bra.
My tiny pink nipples tingled, puckered, and got all hard and stiff.
My panties joined my bra, and then I was naked!
The table was covered with a sheet of that nasty white paper like the kind they use in butcher shops to wrap meat in.
My buns pressed the paper. I closed my knees. Dr. Dale took hold of them and spread them, so my pink-lipped pussy was open to him.
"You mustn't be shy with me, Honey," he said, "remember, I'm a doctor!"
He proved that by giving me an examination, just like a regular check-up, except that he rubbed and kissed and fondled me while he did it.
He picked up an instrument and looked inside my ears and nostrils.
"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and say aah!" he said.
I did it. He pressed a tongue depressor down on my tongue and looked into my mouth. He must have liked what he saw, since he put it to work for him later.
He thumped my chest and back. He pressed the metal knob of the stethoscope against my chest and I shivered and said that it was cold.
He said that it would have to be warmed up. So he put it between my thighs and pressed them cold and kept it there until my body heat made the cool metal warm up.
He rubbed my nipples and felt my titties while he listened to my heart.
When he was done, he took the stethoscope earpieces out of his ears and let the instrument hang down his neck.
Down from the table I came. I got on the scale and he measured my height and weight. He also rubbed me a lot while doing it.
That part of the examination was done. Now he would give me a more intimate and probing inspection, as he put it.
I sat back on the table. I looked down at his crotch and saw that his penis was stiff and swollen and pressing the front of his pants.
He told me to lay down on my tummy. So I did. That nasty antiseptic paper was stiff and waxy under me.
The doctor came over with a thermometer and a jar of lubricant and told me he was going to take my temperature.
"Oh, Dr. Dale, do you have to take it that way – in my rear?!" I sounded just like an embarrassed little lady.
"Now, now, Honey, calm down. I'm the doctor here. Taking a rectal temperature is the most accurate method of getting a reading."
He put his hand between my thighs and eased them open. He rubbed my pussy and made me moan. He patted and squeezed my buns.
He spread my cheeks, pulling them to the sides so he could get at my little hole. My rosebud was all quivering.
He rubbed some lubricant on it. I'm really sensitive back there, so I was moaning and squirming as his finger pressed the grease on and in me.
He chuckled at my reaction. I folded my arms and rested my head in them, like I was too shamed to look up at him.
He greased the thermometer, pressed the metal tip against my rear, and slid the glass rod up inside me.
Having my buns opened and the thermometer put in my bottom really turned me on, 'cause I love to be felt and handled like that.
My pussy got all wet inside, and my nipples were stiffer than ever.
Dr. Dale put the thermometer in my behind and my buns pressed against it.
After a moment, he took it out. He opened my cheeks with his fingers, and he twirled the greasy rod inside me as he pulled it out.
He held the thermometer up to the light and told me that my temperature was normal.
He put it away and told me to turn over, and lay on my back. He stood at the foot of the table and lifted the stirrups so that they stood straight up. He turned screws, making them tight so the stirrups stayed in place.
He lifted my feet and put each one in the stirrups. My feet were raised and my legs were spread and my pussy was quivering like crazy.
Inside my bottom I felt all gooey and creamy from the lubricant which was still inside there. My pussy was dripping.
Dr. Dale unwrapped a pair of brown rubber gloves and pulled them on his hands. They fit skin-tight, reaching to his wrists.
Then he stood at the foot of the table and examined me.
His rubber gloved hands felt really wild on my pussy. I kind of moaned and closed my eyes while he handled me.
This wasn't like any doctor's exam I ever had before. First, Dr. Dale spent a few minutes just stroking my pussy lips.
What a nice touch he had! His fingers just glided over my pussy lips, barely brushing them, sliding up and down.
He made them all hot and velvety, so I was rocking on the table, moving my hips and pushing my pussy up to meet his hand.
He didn't use any nasty cold instruments to spread my pussy lips. He used his fingers to pull my pussy lips to the sides.
My pussy lips are real thin and delicate, with a light bush covering the tops of them. He pulled them back and exposed my membranes.
I was juicy from the fingering I had gotten. He put his middle finger in me and planted it in me up to the knuckle.
He fucked me with his finger, rocking it back and forth.
He took his finger out of me and walked around to the side of the table, by my head. I turned my head to look at him.
He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants and took them and his shorts down.
He was hard, and his big fat cock was red and swollen and stiff, with its head a few inches from my face.
"Ooooooh, Doctor!" I sighed.
He gripped his cock. He still had on those rubber gloves. He kept them on the whole time he was with me. I didn't mind – they felt neat and sexy on my skin.
He held his penis to my mouth and I kissed it and licked it.
I had done some squirming, like when he took my temperature, and especially when he fondled and fingered my pussy.
Now it was his turn to do a little squirming, when I smooched his swollen cock head, and whipped it with the tip of my tongue.
I licked the little hole on the head of the cock and nibbled with my lips.
He pressed his cock harder against my lips, so I knew that he wanted to get in my mouth, so I opened wide to take him.
I lay there with my head turned to one side and he plugged his penis in my mouth.
I gurgled when he put the cock head in. He rubbed it against the roof of my mouth, then followed it up with his shaft.
My lips pressed his cock. It was thick, and stretched them. The cock slid over my lips and along my tongue.
I took his cock as deep in my mouth as I could. I'm not like Tina or Debbie Sue, who know how to deep-throat a penis.
I've been working on it, but I can't seem to get the trick down just yet. But I can take a stiff cock deeper now than I could when I first started.
It bothers me some times, that I can't get the trick, but Beverly just tells me not to worry about it, that it doesn't matter.
She says that it's good in a way that I can't suck cock like a pro, since I look so young and sweet, which makes it more of a turn-on for the men, since they think that I'm real inexperienced and tender.
Dr. Dale didn't seem to mind much. I took most of his cock in my mouth, so that only an inch or two was outside my lips.
When he got excited and pushed his cock deeper, I gagged. But he was a nice man and pulled back so I didn't choke or anything.
Some guys are kind of mean, and try to choke a girl with their cocks. But I don't do those scenes. Anne takes the guys who like to hurt.
Dr. Dale probed my mouth with his penis. He stood there, one hand on my head, pressing it down on the table while he rocked back and forth.
He put his thing in and out. It got hotter and hotter – well, it was already pretty hot to start with.
Soon he was going to come. He told me that, gasping for breath.
When he came, I gulped it all down.
He stood there with his coming cock plugged into my mouth, the head of it filling my throat, pumping masses of come into me.