Doctor Doctor

Something recently made me think of doctors: specifically, their reactions to me at various times. I've given doctors wood, is what I'm saying. I didn't really think about it, but I've actually done it a fair number of times. I guess I should be ashamed of myself. But I'll reserve shame for priests.

When I was younger, our family doctor was an old friend. He wasn't a pediatrician, per se, but he was of the old school of doctor, where he'd see everyone in the family. My mom had a gynecologist, and my Dad had some doctors for specific things, but for the general stuff, we always went to our family doctor. I'm going to call him Doctor Vic, even though that is patently not his name, because I'm not going to get him in trouble. He's dead now, but I don't want to get his memory in trouble. Or maybe he's not dead. I won't tell. Patient-doctor privilege.

Doctor Vic knew what was going on; he'd been our doctor for long enough to realize a few things. I don't know how much he knew, but he definitely knew that the girls were sexually active, because he examined us and prescribed the contraceptives. He never said anything, but I'm pretty sure he knew with whom we were active, too, because whenever we had a scare, Dad usually got a little worried too. But he never did anything other than be a terrific doctor.

Once I was no longer a little kid, moving on into teen-hood, I noticed that Doctor Vic was being a little uncomfortable around me. I never had a problem taking my clothes off for him, but at a certain point he started having problems with it. I'm not saying they were obvious, but I've made enough men uncomfortable to know when I'm doing it again. And frankly, I was a flirt when I was younger, much more so than I am now. I shudder to think what Sheri was like, and she had tits and everything.

I tried to make Doctor Vic as uncomfortable as possible, and on more than one occasion I got him hard in his pants while he was examining me. But he never said anything, and I never went any further. Sheri never slept with him either, so I'd say its safe to think that he was just involuntarily attracted to us. He had a wife, and never showed any disposition toward younger women. Maybe it was just us.

Then when I got older, I got my own doctor for the big stuff, who was a woman. Since I always went there with my mom or by myself, she didn't know anything about my dad, but she did know I was having a lot of sex at a fairly young age. She tried to talk to my mother about it once, but my mother said she was aware of it and pretty much stopped the conversation. I mean, I was 16 or so, so I guess there wasn't a lot she could do about it. She kept me supplied with the pill, made sure I wasn't harboring any nasties, and only looked shocked once or twice a visit when she would ask me questions she wasn't expecting me to answer.

Since then, I've had a number of doctors, both male and female, and I've never fucked any of them. I had a very creepy doctor for a week or so because of a health plan I was on, who basically was feeling me up when he examined me, and contrary to popular belief, I'm not interested in that. Frankly, I want to trust my doctor, and I'm not terribly interested in having anything other than a professional relationship with them. It makes things simpler. So I wrangled out of that doctor in a hurry, even though it was a pain in the ass.

But all that thinking about doctors reminded me of the one doctor I actually did fuck. He wasn't my doctor; he was actually the father of a guy I was dating. I was in high school at the time, and had been dating this guy for a few weeks, and he asked me to come on a weekend trip with him and his dad. I wasn't thrilled about the idea of his dad being there, because I had been looking forward to being alone with the guy, let's call him Kevin. Kevin and I had only done oral at that point, although I had swallowed his cum enough times that I could have identified him by its taste, so I was hoping for some reciprocation. But I said yes, because his father was rich, and they'd take me to expensive places.

We went to the city (which one, I won't tell you), stayed in a posh hotel suite, saw the sights, ate expensive food. It was nice. His father was divorced, a doctor like I said, and he seemed pleased as punch that I had come along. I even found some time alone with Kevin to suck him off, which I guess made him pleased as punch that I had come along too.

The first night, I had a room all to myself, which was too bad. Kevin and his dad slept in the other room. The bathroom was through my room, however. Well, I woke up in the middle of the night when Kevin's father opened the door and came through the room. I figured he was going to the bathroom, but he stopped in the middle of the room. I was still half-asleep when he crawled into bed next to me.

Well, there were warring impulses in my brain. On the one hand, I wanted to be outraged. On the other, Kevin's father wasn't bad looking, and he was rich, and I was horny. On the third hand (what, I have three hands in my brain) I was still asleep, pretty much.

He whispered in my ear, "Lexi, are you awake?" I nodded a little sleepily. "Kevin told me about you," his father said. "How you like sucking cock. Do you like sucking anybody's cock, or just my son's?"

"I like other things too," I said. I don't think I meant it the way it came out. I think I was protesting that I'm not a whore. But really, it sounds very suggestive.

He nuzzled up against my ear. "What kind of other things?" His hand reached around and stroked my chin, down my neck, over a breast.

"I like that," I said, because I did. The horniness was winning out. I could have been dreaming.

"Would you like to show me what you do with Kevin?" he asked.

"Only if you do what he hasn't."

"What's that?"

"Use his cock for something other than filling my mouth."

"Come here," he said commandingly, like I was across the room. I rolled over to face him, and saw for the first time that all he had on was a pair of shorts. "You're a little slut, aren't you?"

I don't personally get off on being called names, for those people taking notes. But like I said, this was so surreal. Obviously he enjoyed believing he was seducing me. He pulled the covers back. "Take your clothes off for me," he commanded again. I guess doctors are used to command. I wasn't wearing all that much, a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. I slipped them off and stood there by the bed, totally naked. His cock was tenting his shorts. He pulled them down, and I was pleased to see a nice cock underneath.

"Show me how you suck, little girl," he said. So I went over, knelt down over his crotch, and started sucking his cock. He was circumcised, which was a change, and while he wasn't too long, he was quite thick. It took some effort to fit him in my mouth, and I didn't try to put him in my throat. I guess he didn't expect me to, but he did give me instructions all through it.

Once I judged that he was ready, I pulled off him and grabbed my purse to get a condom. He laughed softly, not a very nice laugh, and pulled me back to him. "A little slut like you doesn't need protection," he said. I was going to protest, but he kissed me, hard and forceful, with his hands on my breasts, kneading and tweaking.

He rolled me over until I was beneath him, and then he spread my legs with a hand and reached up between them, stroking my pubis. "You're so wet," he said, pleased. "Kevin should have fucked you by now, wet little slut that you are. But maybe you were waiting for a real man."

I didn't say anything as he slipped a finger into my passage, and it was rough just like everything else he had done. "I'm a doctor, so I know everything I need to know about anatomy," he said with a grin down at me. "You know I once stuck my dick in a corpse, back in medical school. A dirty little slut like you isn't much different." I don't know whether I believe him or not; my understanding is that lots of doctors and morticians have the opportunity. I doubt that he fucked a corpse; probably just a med-school dare.

When he entered me it was thick, spread me wide open, and he wasn't slow and gentle about it. I screamed a little, and he laughed and started fucking me, hard and fast. It wasn't the most pleasant fuck I've ever had, but after a while I got used to it and started enjoying myself. He certainly was, grunting all sorts of nasty things about me, calling me a slut and a whore.

Then he got very quiet and pulled out and moved up to my head and sprayed a massive load all over my face and tits. He tasted like his son, a bit. "Clean it all up like a good girl," he said to me as he sat back and looked down at me. "Was that what you wanted?"

And then we heard the door open, and Kevin came in. "What the hell is going on?" he asked groggily.

"Lexi and I were just talking about you," his father said.

"Oh," said Kevin. "I've got to piss." And he went into the bathroom. I was a little surprised, more so when his father made no move to put clothes back on or cover me. It was dark in the room, but it must have been fairly obvious that I was lying there naked. I just kept cleaning myself up. Kevin's father offered me his cock to clean too, by the time we heard the flush and Kevin came back.

"Feeling better?" asked his father.

"I'm too tired for this right now," Kevin said.

"Too tired for this?" asked his father, pointing at me. I think Kevin finally noticed that I wasn't wearing anything.

"Jesus Dad, you couldn't help yourself," he said, a little mad. "Lexi, I'm really sorry about my dad."

"Oh, she didn't mind," said his father before I could respond. It was a little strange. "Lexi, don't worry. You're not the first girlfriend of his I've had."

"Yeah, but this time it was before I had a chance," said Kevin. The conversation reminded me of home, sort of. They were so nonchalant about it.

"It's not my fault," said his father. "I didn't break her or anything. You should have acted faster." It was like I wasn't even there. "When I bought you that hooker in Vegas to be your first, I didn't hear you complaining when I had her to try her out, see if she was worth the money." It sounded like an argument they'd had in the past.

"Well, Lexi, I hope you don't mind."

"She's still wanting more, aren't you, little slut? Why don't you come here and give it to her."

"Dad, Lexi's not a slut."

"Oh, she's a little slut all right. She sucked my cock like a little slut, let me fuck her like a slut, and then she gobbled down my cum like a slut."

"I'm sorry, Lexi. I didn't know..."

"It's okay," I said. "To tell you the truth, I would like some more. Why don't you come over here."

I'll say this for him, his father moved away pretty quickly when it became apparent that Kevin and I were going to fuck. I had half expected him to stay sitting on the bed and command both of us.

Kevin didn't really need any encouraging, but I sucked him, better than I had his father, just to prove a point. I deepthroated him like a show-off. Then I got to my hands and knees and told him to fuck me, and he did exactly what I said. He wasn't a slouch, which was good, and when he was about to pull out, I told him to cum inside me, just to shock his father. He grunted and thrust one last time and spilled a nice load into my babymaker.

They let me get back to sleep after that; I don't think there was anything they had left to say or do. I heard them arguing a little through the door, but I was too tired to care too much.

Then the next day, we stayed in. No more sightseeing for us. His father ordered room service, bought the porn, and told the two of us that the three of us were going to have a wild time of it. We sat around naked in their room, drinking shots from the minibar, eating pizza and fries, watching porn. And every half-hour or so, one or the other of them wanted to fuck. It was a terrific party. I got drunk as a skunk and I think they liked that. In the end, I was just lying on my side watching the porn and giggling, and one or the other of them was behind me, thrusting into my cummy pussy. I lost track of the number of times they fucked me.

I woke up the next day with his dad fucking me, actually. Kevin was still asleep in the other bed, and I was on my back with his father over me. He rolled me onto him when he saw me wake up, and I rocked on him for a while before he came inside me. Then I lay on his chest and felt like crap for a few minutes, because I had a bit of a hangover and it was fairly early.

That was the day we had to go back home, but before we did, Kevin and his father managed to fuck me again. I really was feeling like a slut. I think I might have still been drunk from the previous day. I drank a lot.

We sort of stumbled out of the hotel at checkout time, and then drove home. His father wanted me to stop by the house, but I said I had some homework to do, and Kevin made his father drop me off at my house. I didn't do any homework that evening. My parents didn't say anything, but I think they knew I'd been partying. I don't know if they knew with whom.

After that, Kevin's father kept wanting him to bring me over for a while. I put him off, told him I couldn't, plied him with some head to get him over it. But eventually his father stopped asking for me, and Kevin said that he had a new girl, some nurse. I asked Kevin point-blank if he'd fucked his dad's new girl too, and he sheepishly said he had. So I broke up with him. To be honest, it wasn't because of that at all; I just wanted an excuse to break up with him. Hell, if I had been more into him, I could have come over and he and I and his dad and his dad's new toy could have had a wild time. Occasionally over the next year or so I would ponder the fact that he could have gotten me lots of booze, and we could have had fun. But to be honest, although I did enjoy the party, I was a little creeped out by his father, and he and I just didn't click.

So yeah, that is, to my knowledge, the only medical doctor I've ever had sex with. Probably not the only doctor's son, but definitely the only time I've had both together. I wish they had double-teamed me. I love me some DP.