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Subject: {ASSM} Unspoken Thoughts (M/F,medical,anal,vag,mast.)
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Notice: The following is a work of erotica, and is meant for those of
legal age and inclination in their jurisdicions.  If you are not of
age, or if this is illegal where you are, please do not read any
further.  

(C) E. Howe  2002
All rights reserved

Author's notes: Again, Dr. Carter (no, not of ER, nor of Mars, but
"Number of the Beast" By Robert A. Heinlein was his naming
inspiration) and Master Sergeant Edith Totten.  

These two characters are from my other writings, and this piece was
originally entitled "Exam Jitters".  This piece precedes "Quality and
Quantity", but was written much later.  For information about the
setting, and to read the entire story, got to: 

http://members.cox.net/ehowe/DBIndex.html

"Unspoken Thoughts"

Dr. Carter released the catch on the speculum, and eased it closed
carefully.  He heard his patient breath out slowly as her vagina
closed behind the long, slightly cylindrical metal pieces.  With a
deft movement, he slid the examination instrument out, and placed it
on the tray beside him.  His nurse picked it up and placed it in the
sink for cleaning.  She returned with the tube of KY again, and he
held his first finger of his hand out to receive the crystal gel.  He
stood up, and said, "I'd like you to bear down on your rectum, please;
I'm going to insert a finger to feel for polyps.  She nodded once,
took a deep breath through her nose, held it, and then nodded again.
He pressed against her anus, and felt her bear down and out, and he
slipped in easily. 

"She likes anal play, I'd bet my life on it," was his unspoken
thought. 

Her unspoken thought was "I bet he has no problem playing on the back
porch. He's good at that!" 

He made the effort to focus on the exam.  He thought he felt
something, and without even asking, inserted his thumb in her vagina
to capture it between two fingers.  He felt her vagina spasm briefly,
and noted that her clit bobbed once.  She inhaled sharply, and he
said, "I'm sorry, I should have warned you.  Did I hurt you?"  She
shook her head no.  Her eyes were closed. She was trying not to react
again, he could tell. 

"Damn!" she thought, "that caught me off guard." She could feel the
arousal blush spreading across her breasts.  She mentally blessed the
light blue, brushed cotton exam gown she wore. 

He waited a moment to let her regain her composure, and then slowly
felt again.  Nothing more than a thick fold.  He gave into his
temptation to linger over this.  After all, thickenings could be early
polyps.  So he took his time, and felt the membrane between vagina and
rectum gently with two fingers, thumb and first.  Her breathing
remained measured, controlled, but her face was flushing some.  Her
clit was distending.  He with drew both fingers, and had the nurse
remove the top glove, and apply more KY to the one beneath.  "This
time, I'm going to insert fingers into your vagina, and press down on
your pelvis from above and manipulate your uterus.  You just finished
your menses, yes?"  She answered, her voice husky at first until she
cleared it, "Yes.  Last week." 

"You may be a bit more sensitive then, so I'll go lightly." 
"Doc, are you sure you're just a general practitioner?  I've never
even had a gynecologist be that aware!" He chuckled and said "No, I
just pay attention to my patients' reactions, that's all. 

Edith thought "Then he probably saw my clit getting hard a moment
ago." 

Carter thought "I hope she doesn't realize I was indulging in a bit of
gratuitous back-and-front door play, just to see her clit get erect?" 

He inserted three fingers into her vagina, one more than he normally
would, but knew she could take it easily.  He'd made sure to use lots
of KY on the speculum, and she was still open from that portion of the
exam. She was built for it-- "wide of beam" was the term she'd used.
Yes, she was.  Wide hips and an open pelvis perfect for having a baby.
She'd only had one. 

He felt her muscles flex rhythmically around his fingers, and held
still.  Had she done that on purpose?  He looked at her face.  

("Oh, my god, how many fingers has he got in me?  That feels too
good!")  She closed her eyes, and tried breathing slowly again. 

("She's definitely aroused.  Look at her flushing.  Add fisting to
that list of pleasures, I bet. Damn!  I wonder if she likes
spankings-- Don't go there, doc, you do not need to get wood right
now.  Do your job.")  He quickly felt her uterine walls, and they were
clear.  He could feel that grasping motion again as he withdrew.  Oh,
yes, she liked it, he could tell.  He thought of icebergs. 

He took a moment to cover her with the gown, and then removed the
gloves.  He wrinkled his nose. "I hate the smell of latex. I really
do!" He said aloud. 
"Then get some polypropylene ones, doc. They don't have an odor." 
"How do you know about polypropylene exam gloves, Sarge?" 
"I used to do AIDS/HIV education outreach in the lesbian community
teaching safer sex practices" 
"I'm impressed." ("That explains your sophistication, sergeant...") 
"Don't be. It was easy work, and I learned lots myself.  Made sure
that The Project provided latex dental dams and gloves along with
condoms. Also found out that not all women can handle latex, so I
found a source of the polypropylene gloves, and worked out a way to
cut them open to use as oral sex dams." 
"You are resourceful, aren't you?' ("How are you with kitchen
implements?") 
"I try to be. Can I sit up now?" 
Oh, yes, I'm sorry."  He grasped her heels and guided her feet out of
the stirrups, and then out and down.  He stepped to her side, and
lifted her by the shoulder blades with the flat of his hand. 
"Thank you." 
"You may get dressed now."  He turned to his assistant nurse. "Maggie,
I'm finished with your superlative services. Sgt. Totten and I will
have our conference once she is dressed.  You may take the rest of the
day for yourself."  Maggie, a woman of indeterminate age, thanked the
doctor, and did a quick clean up.  The doctor jotted a note to "get
poly gloves, latex dams". They both left the room. 

Edith sat on the edge of the table, and hoped that she had been
officious enough at the end.  He had aroused her so much that she was
aching.  Quickly, she laid back, and deftly stroked her clit.  It was
hard, and a bit dry.  She dipped into her nether mouth and withdrew
some of her own juices mingled with KY.  Quickly she circled her clit,
felt it swell upward, and then dipped again. Two more dips, two more
circles, and she came, silently, her mouth clamped shut so the he
would not hear in the next room. 

When she finished, her sex and thighs were wet.  She looked around for
tissues, toilet paper, anything to wipe with.  Nothing within reach.
She pulled off the light blue exam gown, and deftly cleaned herself
with it as best she could.  She rolled the wetness to the inside and
left it on the exam table and then began to dress.  

Little did she realize the gift she had left for the doctor. 

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