Message-ID: <5687eli$9711182328@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: yrt18519@IDT.NET Subject: New stoy- Dr. Bishop and Nurse Poole-Part I Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: yrt18519@IDT.NET Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <347242FD.58B3@mail.idt.net> Warning: This is a fictional account with an explicit sexual theme. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if sexually oriented material is/might be offensive to you, find something else to do. Any similarity between the characters herein and any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Now that's out of the way, please continue. Physical responses resulting from reading this story are not my fault and, any action you take is your responsibility. Comments and/or criticisms are welcome. This story is the property of the author and requires the author's written permission for commercial use. Dr. Bishop and Nurse Poole-Part I By Me Prologue Before I relate this story I want to give you some background on its participants, Jeb (That's me, James Edward Bishop), a 28 year old Lawyer from Albany, New York, and my sister, Amy (Amy Marie Poole, nee Bishop), a 30 year old Registered Nurse from Providence, Rhode Island. We have returning to Thomaston, Connecticut to bury our father, James Edward Bishop, Sr., a 73 year old widower who died in his sleep sometime last Monday night, and then to clean out our childhood home in preparation for putting it on the market. We are to meet at the baggage area at Bradley International Airport in Windsor Locks, Connecticut, once both of our flights have landed, and from there we will take a van to the Marlboro House in Simsbury where our cousin, Gracie, has left our dad's car. From there we will drive to dad's home where we will stay until our work has been completed and we return to our respective homes and our normal lives. Amy and I have not been together for three years since our mom died and, within the last year, both of us have been through divorces after marrying the one whom we thought we could not live without only to find out that, in reality, we could cope quite well without them. There were no kids from either marriage and the splits were, at least, civil. I can't speak for myself, though I'm told that as a 5' 11" and 175 pound man with brown hair and brown eyes, I am considered handsome by most women. I can, however, tell you about Amy. At 5'5" tall and close to 120 pounds, the last time I saw her, she is a beautiful girl with a gorgeous face, big green eyes, auburn hair with a set of tits and an ass to die for. She was the inspiration for most of my masturbation fantasies (God I hope she never knew that), and to this day I have yet to meet another woman who affects me the way she does. As far back as I can remember I took every opportunity that came along to spy on her in hopes of catching a glimpse of her in some state of undress. While I was somewhat successful in these endeavors, I never achieved the grand prize of a full frontal shot of her nude and with her legs open. God, the thought of it even now gives me a hard-on of epic proportion (about 6 inches on my best day. Not the 7 to 9 inches I read about in the a.s.s. postings. Come to think of it, I don't cum a quart each time either, as much as I'd love to, and I need at least a half hour to recover before I can go again.). It may not be considered in good taste to say this, but, given the chance, I would love to fuck her long and deep and give her back just one of the fantastic orgasms she gave me over my horny years (which started at about age 11 and continue to this day). That said, we pick up this tale now with me seated in the baggage area at the airport waiting for Amy's plane to come in. Chapter I My flight arrived on time, at 8:30, and I went directly to the baggage area only to discover that her flight, due in at 8:50, has been delayed and is now due in at 9:30. Rather than just grab a quick nap I have spent the last little while pursuing one of my favorite hobbies, watching people, especially women. They come in all shapes and sizes, some smiling, some frowning, some happy and some sad and I find it interesting to watch them as they go about doing whatever it is that brought them here. Occasionally, like today, there will be a woman who will smile, return my gaze and lock her eyes with mine. This one, I guess to be about in her mid-30's, is a tall blonde girl with a pretty face and a nice body and she obviously is not wearing a bra. Her nipples are standing out prominently and she knows it. She has been turning left and right to give everyone watching the best view of her assets. Just as I was about to go over to try to strike up a conversation with her the arrival of Amy's flight was announced and 5 minutes later I forgot all about that girl the moment I spotted Amy. We met each other half way and embraced tightly, rocking back and forth, and I could feel Amy's body molding to mine. "Hi, Sis, good to see you, wish it was under different circumstances. You look great." "Thanks, Jeb. You too. Been here long ?" "Not too long, but the time went by quickly. I was staring at that blonde over there. The one with no bra." "God, you haven't changed a bit. Mr. Raging Hormones himself. Do you ever think of anything else ?" "Not if I can help it", I replied as we broke our embrace and walked arm in arm to carousel #4 where her baggage would be delivered. While we walked I explained to her that all the arrangements had been finalized and went over the schedule with her. Visitation tomorrow night at Cranston & Son Funeral Home and then the funeral and burial at 11:00 the following morning. All of this caused her to remark, "Jeb, I'm sorry that both dad and mom are gone but I'm so thankful he went in his sleep and didn't hang on the way mom did. The next two days will be tough and I'm just glad I have you to help me through these days. I don't mean to be disrespectful but I can't wait till its over even though I know of the terrible job we face in cleaning out that house." "Yea, me too and I'm glad to have you here to help me through these days as well." The ride to the Marlboro House was uneventful, and quiet, as we thought about what lay ahead of us. Dad's car was there and we were soon on our way home. The drive would take about 40 minutes and I was determined that we would talk about something other than sad things. "So, Sis, how's your love life these days ?" "Not too great. Every single guy I meet is either recently divorced, a confirmed bachelor or a real loser. Once you get to thirty the pickings are slim. How's yours ?" "About the same. I've met or been fixed up with a few girls by my friends but so far nothing that turns my motor on like you do. They have been nice enough and some are nice looking but they all seem desperate and want more than I'm ready to give right now with my divorce and the demands of my law practice. I would just like to find a girl who wants to have some fun with no ulterior motive. The aids thing has everyone pretty spooked so there's not much relief out there any more either." "There you go again, sex, sex, sex. Maybe I need a chaperone for the next two weeks. Just kidding, just kidding. Would you stop at a drugstore on the way ? I forgot to bring some of my make-up." We made a short stop at a Walgreen's in Farmington and got home about 11:15. Neither of us really wanted to go into the house but the time had come to confront the reason we were there. Before going upstairs we spent a few minutes just walking around the downstairs of the house, hoping to find some signs of life but knowing that wasn't to be. "Unless we're going to sleep on the den couch together we've got to go upstairs sooner or later", I said leading the way. "Hold my hand Jeb, this gives me the creeps." At the top of the stairs Amy turned left towards her old room and I followed. Her room had not changed since last time we were here but dad had turned my room into an office, of sorts, and my bed was gone. That left dad's room unless Amy wanted me to sleep with her. (Don't I wish) "Guess I've got dad's room. Want to come look with me ?" Amy grabbed my hand again and together we went to the door to his room not knowing what we would find when we finally opened it. As we stood at the door, Amy was holding me tight to her and I could feel her rapid heartbeat through the breast rubbing my arm. Surprisingly, the room looked much as we had seen it many times before with no signs of a death having taken place in the four-posted king-sized bed which took up most of the room. Amy was still holding herself tightly against me and I wasn't sure but thought I felt her nipple rubbing against me. "I guess I'll be all right in here alone. I'm exhausted and will probably be asleep in two minutes. Well, good night, Sis, see you in the morning" "Night, Jeb." With some exceptions, such as seeing a lot of my mom and dad's old friends and some of the kids we grew up with, the next two days were a blur. I guess that's how we get through the tough times. After the visitation and the funeral, Amy and I were exhausted and just sat around talking and watching a little TV and turned in early. As we talked at night, mostly about the past, I remember thinking to myself that Amy, now 30, was an attractive, vibrant women in the prime of life and with her intelligence, personality and looks, including her trim, well developed body, that someone was missing out on a good catch. Finally, it was Monday, the day when we had to take on the task we dreaded the most, cleaning out the house. For reasons I'll never understand, we decided to first tackle the attic and the multitude of old boxes and trunks up there that held God knows what. Those boxes, rather what was in them, would turn out to be the source of much revelation and joy to both of us. We ate breakfast early and headed for the attic shortly before 10. We had decided to bring down as many boxes as we thought we could go through that day. By 11 we had 17 boxes stacked up in the hallway between the den and the kitchen and began going through the contents of each box with more than a little hesitation. We knew that our parents were packrats but had no suspicion that, as we would later discover, they has saved stuff dating back to early in their marriage. The first few boxes held nothing worth saving or commenting on and their contents soon landed in the dumpster I had rented for just that purpose. Then, came the first gem when Amy opened a box containing some of our old toys and games, such as Parcheesi, Chinese Checkers, Monopoly, Rich Uncle as well as some old Halloween costumes, teddy bears, stuffed animals and an old play Doctors Kit. I was really taken back when Amy, grinning from ear to ear and holding up a toy stethoscope, asked me, " Hey, Jeb, want to play Doctor tonight ?" "Sure, Sis, right after dinner tonight." (I thought to myself, if she only knew how much I would like to give her an examination she would probably run like hell and never come back.). "We never did play Doctor or "Show and Tell" again, after that time Mom caught you and me and Cousin Gracie in the basement, did we, Jeb ?" (No, damn it, we didn't and all because Gracie made so damn much noise when I was inspecting her Pee thing. Damn that was interesting and the source of my first real hard-on) Surprisingly, Amy flipped the kit aside and put the rest of the stuff away in the stack marked for donation to the Salvation Army Thrift Shop. Nothing else was said then about the Doctor Kit but the thought of it, and the wonder it might hold, brought on a massive erection. (Now, massive for me is about 6 inches max, on my best day, not the 7 to 9 inch boners I read about in a.s.s. Don't I wish.). The next treasure to be rediscovered was a box of old photographs which we decided we would go through, perhaps tonight. (Not until we play Doctor, damn it. Here I sit with a real bone and you want to look at pictures. A bone is a terrible thing to waste.). The rest of the mornings boxes yielded only a few more treasures such as old yearbooks, prom junk, a few old college pennants from my old bedroom wall, two Archie comics and a Captain Midnight Decoder Ring. (Oh, the memories.). At 1:00 we broke for a light lunch, courtesy of McDonalds, and started back about 2:00 with another bunch of boxes from the attic. (I wanted to eat Amy but she insisted on a light lunch). The afternoon boxes consisted of dad's old business records, old tax returns (from as far back as the year 1), old books (none about sex) and miscellaneous garbage all of which wound up in the dumpster. I noticed that Amy had become quiet and that she looked a little pale. "You all right Amy", I asked. "I don't feel so good. Mind if I go lie down for a few minutes ?" "Amy, Can I get you anything ?" "No, I'll be all right. Just tired I think." "When was the last time you had a physical, Amy ? Dr. Bird is still practicing , want to give him a call ?" "I wouldn't call that old goat if I was dying. He just liked to feel me up. Hell, I'd rather have a physical from you than him." "Fine, I'll pencil you in for a physical for 8:30 tonight. Now, go get some rest." An hour later Amy was up and seemed to be feeling better and we continued to go through more boxes that afternoon. At 6:00 or so I had had enough for the day and said, "That's all for me for today, how about you. ?" "I've had it too. Think I'll just go take a nice hot bath and relax for a while." "What do you want to do tonight, Sis, anything special ?" Smiling at me, and with a wink, see said, "We'll see. It depends on how late it is when I get back from my doctor's appointment." "Guess I'll go take a shower myself. See you in a little while." Now, Amy and I have always kidded around a lot so I thought that she was just joking with me. My cock, on the other hand, has no sense of humor and immediately made its presence known by rising to full staff. I mentally told it, not so fast boy, she's only joking. I think you need a cold shower. After helping myself to a cold beer from the fridge, I went up to my room to shave and shower. The shower felt great and went a long way towards relieving my sore muscles from carrying all those heavy boxes and I stood there just relaxing and wondering what Amy had meant by her last comment. Why did Amy mention the Doctor thing again ? As I thought about it my cock became hard as a rock again and I toyed, briefly, with relieving the aching in my balls. Somehow, I'm not sure why, I decided to wait until later, toweled off, dress and went back down to the den expecting to see Amy waiting there for me. She was nowhere in sight. About a half hour later she appeared dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a turtleneck which did nothing to hide her ample chest. She looked as if she was going out somewhere. Puzzled, I asked her, "Going somewhere ?" "Yea, I have a DR's appointment at 8:30 and I know I won't have time to shower and get dressed after dinner so I did it now. " "Who's the Dr. ?" "I think it's a Dr. Bishop, can't remember his first name, Jeb I think. He's an Ob-Gyn man at the new clinic over on Sycamore. I hear he's very handsome and extremely thorough. If I'm going to cook dinner, I'll have to start now. What do you want to eat ?" "I'm not going to touch that line. Surprise me." "OK, you asked for it. Would you be a good brother and bring me a gin and tonic. I'll go start dinner." I brought her the drink along with several of the packages of photographs we had found in one of the boxes earlier. They were mostly pictures of family gatherings at holidays many years ago. There were, however, a few pictures of Amy from her cheerleader days which showed off her then young body. She filled the cheerleader's sweater out quite well and I could sense her pride as she looked at those pictures. "You haven't changed much, Sis, except for your hair style and maybe a pound or two. You still do justice to a sweater. You still look great." She shot me a nice smile and we continued to eat and look at the pictures. After we finished dinner I cleared the table while Amy rinsed and put the dishes in the dishwasher. As she bent over from the sink I got a beautiful shot of her cute little butt. I could tell from the way the pants fit her like a glove that she was wearing high cut panties which hugged her ass beautifully giving me a view of two nice cheeks and a hint of her crack. I know she felt my eyes on her butt as she shot me another smile as she straightened up once the dishwasher was loaded. "Well, it's 8:15 I'm off to the DR", she said as she headed for the stairs. "Do you want to come with me ? I don't think it will take very long." "I thought you said this guy was very thorough. If he is, it could take quite some time. I guess I'll go though, there's nothing else to do." When we got to the top of the stairs Amy turned left saying, "I'll just check in with the nurse and wait in the waiting room until the Dr. calls me. I hope I don't have to wait very long, you know how impatient I get." "I don't think he will keep you waiting long" I replied as I turned right towards dad's bedroom. Once there I changed into a white shirt and took out one of the office files I had brought with me to use as her medical file and sat the file on the small table with a chair to each side. I didn't want to hurry to go get her as I was enjoying the anticipation of the events which might occur and the feelings it generated in my mind and body. After waiting what I thought was a suitable period, I opened the bedroom door and said, "Nurse Brown, would you be good enough to show Mrs. Poole to Room 3, thank you." There was a knock on the door to which I replied, "Please come in my dear and have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment" When I emerged from the closet I was stunned. There stood Amy clothed in a short robe with who knows what underneath it. To say that she looked good would be an understatement. I sat down in the chair opposite her and opened up the file. "Its been quite a while since your last physical, Amy. Any problems ?" "No real problems. Every once in a while my breasts get sore and that concerns me a little." "Well, I'll examine them in a few moments. Are your periods normal ?" "They are now that I am back on the pill." "Are you sexually active ? Any pain during intercourse ?" "Its been quite a while since I had intercourse, Dr. Bishop, but I've never had any pain before." "Okay, young lady, I'll just step out of the room so you can take off your robe and hop up onto the examination table over there. I'll be back after I look in on Mrs. Ferguson." As I stepped out into the hall and closed the door I noticed that my breathing was becoming shallower and my mouth was turning somewhat dry. I knew the excitement was getting to me and wondered how it was affecting Amy. I turned and knocked on the door and opened it to find Amy stretched out on the sheet I had put down over the comforter. She had on a sheer top, which showed her ample tits, and a pair of matching panties, also very sheer. As I approached the "table" Amy sat up and put her legs over the side. Extending both hands I felt all around her neck, had her stick her tongue out and say "Ahh" and looked in her eyes and ears. Then, sitting on the makeshift table I put my ear to her back and had her take several deep breaths, hold them for a second and then inhale. "Everything looks and sounds good, Amy. Now, please unbutton your top but remain sitting up." I stood there spellbound as Amy unbuttoned her top revealing her magnificent tits with their large, brown aereola and her prominent pink nipples which were reacting to all the stimulus by standing out visibly like proud beacons. It had been years since I had managed a glance at her tits and I let my eyes and senses drink in the firm mountains I was seeing. There was not the slightest hint of a sag. "Please raise your right hand straight over your head" She did as I asked and I extended my hand and began to lightly feel around in circles working from her nipples out to the edges and then back in to the nipple. "Does that feel uncomfortable Amy ?" "No Dr. it feels very good. I do that exam myself every month like I'm supposed to." "I wish all women would get in the habit and have mammograms as well. Now, the left arm please." Again she did as I instructed and I repeated the procedure with her left breast. All this time my cock was standing at attention with no likelihood that an "At Ease" command would do any good. Over the years I have learned that it has a mind of its own. I could tell that Amy was also aroused as her breathing changed noticeably and her nipples became hard as rocks." Please slip your shirt all the way off and face me." Amy was my best patient, always following my request. This time I extended both hands and cupped each breast nestled in the palms of my hands and then, letting go of her left breast I tweaked her right nipple gently and watched her as she briefly closed her eyes and let out a small sigh. Then I did the same to the left one and this time the sigh became more audible and deeper. I could tell from her breathing that she was enjoying this as much as I was but I wondered how she would react to the next part of the examination. "Okay, young lady, please scoot up on the table and lay on your stomach and spread your legs." As she obeyed I lightly ran my hands up her side from her waist to her breasts and then back down to her waist in a teasing motion with a feather light touch. I then walked around to the back of the "Examination table" and took in the superb view of her magnificent ass and pussy. She had recently shaved her pussy and I knew at once from my unobstructed view that she was aroused. Her now nude pussy lips were engorged and her lubrication was clearly visible. Taking one leg I bent it at the knee to test her flexibility which was fine. "Please step down now and rest your elbows on the table. I know an anal exam is not pleasant but we do need to test for polyps. Bring your legs back a little and spread your legs a little more, please." Using a little K-Y jelly I greased up my middle finger, placed at her little rosebud and, exerting just a little pressure, gradually inched it into her butt twisting it gently and feeling the incredible sucking drawing my finger in as far as it would go. Amy apparently was enjoying her anal exam as well as her breathing continued to grow shallower, her hips began to grind back against my finger and barely audible moans began to indicate her pleasure. My cock responded by twitching and had grown to its absolute max and ached to be freed from the constraints of my pants. "No sign of polyps or any other obstruction, Amy. Now, please hop back onto the table and lie on your back so I can continue with my exam. I then began to palpitate around her stomach and liver and around her abdomen. "Everything looks great so far. Please slip your pants off for me." Again, I was not prepared for all that greeted my eyes. With the exception of a thin line of hair, perhaps a half inch wide, Amy was as smooth as a baby's ass. Not even a hint of any stubble. If there is any such thing in the military as standing at super attention my cock was there." I guess you've been through this enough before to know what comes next. Scoot up her and put your feet in these stirrups." (I had had enough wits about me in spite of my anticipation to provide makeshift stirrups by using neckties tied to the bed posts) As she was getting into the stirrups I caught a full look at her treasure and knew instinctively that if nothing good ever happened to me again in my life, I had scaled the mountain and had, at least for once, reached the summit. I could not be clinical at this point, as a real DR would have been and as I stared at her pussy with her fluted, glistening lips I felt my cock turn to petrified rock. Remembering, finally, what I was doing I pulled my chair over and took my seat at the end of the table between her outspread legs. There was no need for me to part her lips as her state of arousal had done that pleasant task for me and I could clearly see into the recesses of her cunt and the copious amount of lubrication she had produced. Her clitoris was fully exposed and I longed to lick it and send her to the next level of pleasure. Glancing up at Amy I saw that her abdomen was rising and falling rapidly and that her eyes were closed and I knew without asking that she wanted me to continue. At that point Amy said, "Dr. come here a moment please." I stepped around the end of the "table" and Amy extended her hand to me and pulled me close to her. Gazing into each others eyes our mouths sought each other and we began to kiss passionately exchanging tongues and playing sucking games. Amy's hand found my stiff cock and gently rubbed it through my clothes saying, "Dr. Bishop, I want you to use your cock for my pelvic exam but I want to se it first. Stand here for me." Amy unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled my pants and boxers down off my hips and freed my cock which sprang from its restraints and bobbed up and down only inches from her beautiful face. Looking me square in the eyes she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to slide her fist up and down the shaft saying, "You have no idea how long its been since I saw, felt or tasted a cock, Dr. Bishop, or how deep I want you to bury it in me. This has been my fantasy for a long time and I'm so glad that tonight it will be fulfilled." The time was at hand for the rest of her exam and sitting back down in my chair I gently rolled my fingertips along her furrow, now so wet and open. I wet my fingers with my saliva and slowly began running my fingertips up and down her warm, moist valley until I reached her clitoris where I applied very little pressure and started a circular motion. Her moans and whispered "Oh, yes. Um." told me that she was enjoying my ministrations to her almost as much as I was. Running my fingers back down to her opening, two fingers slipped easily into her to probe the recesses of her sexuality and, using a slow fucking motion, I felt her alternatively pull and release me with her muscles and heard her breathing become more urgent. I could not prolong my desire further and planted my mouth on her pussy and began licking and sucking. Her essence was beyond my wildest dreams as I tasted her love juices and inhaled her light musky fragrance. Her hips began to rise to meet my gentle thrusts as the heat within her grew. "Please fuck me, my slit's on fire. I want you so bad." I placed the head of my cock at her opening and leaning forward a little felt it being accepted in her wet cunt until our pubic bones were together and then I began to fuck her in earnest with long, slow, deep strokes followed by a series of fast shallow strokes. Her vocal utterings were now coming more often and the speed of her hips moving in concert with my strokes picked up and I knew it would not be long before the release we both sought would be upon us. "Oh, Jeb, so good. So good. Keep it up, I'm coming. Oh, Jeb, I'm coming. Come with me. Oh. Oh. Oh, I'm there. Yes, Yes. Oh God, yes." She shuddered all over as her orgasm exploded within her, her muscle spasms messaging my cock until I too was there. I felt the burning start down in my balls and felt it as it rocketed up the shaft of my cock and the final ecstatic pulsing as my sperm boiled into her. Even as the last spurt was taking place, I could still feel her clamping down and releasing my cock as the final waves broke over her. We had been to the peak of the mountain and experienced the exhilaration of our sexuality together and it had been beyond my wildest expectations. "Oh, Dr. Bishop, that was fantastic. That's the hardest and longest I've ever come and I'm so glad it was with you. I love you. Come lie down with me. I want us to just hold each other." I couldn't get there fast enough. Minutes later we were both asleep basking in the afterglow of our love for each other. When I awoke the next morning, Amy was already up and I could hear her downstairs in the kitchen and I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and I was pleased to see that Amy didn't seem to have any regrets from our activities of last night. I remember wondering at the same time if our lovemaking would be a one-time thing. Fortunately, it wasn't. To Be Continued -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /