Message-ID: <45232asstr$1068419403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [pharris_online@hotmail.com] From: "Philip Harris" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Nov 2003 20:48:12.0680 (UTC) FILETIME=[CA915080:01C3A702] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 09 Nov 2003 15:48:12 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Amy's Adolescence (Ff) - Chapter 3. In the Hands of the Doctor. Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Amy's Adolescence (Ff) by Philip Harris Chapter 3. In the Hands of the Doctor. _________________________________________________________________ Is your computer infected with a virus? Find out with a FREE computer virus scan from McAfee. Take the FreeScan now! http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 <1st attachment, "amys_adolescence_chap03.txt" begin> Amy's Adolescence (Ff) by Philip Harris Chapter 3. In the Hands of the Doctor. Right after the Thanksgiving holiday Amy had to go see a doctor. Her mother insisted upon it. Amy tried to talk with her mother about what she'd been seen doing, but all she could get from her mother was, "It's alright. What you were doing is perfectly natural. It's healthy and everybody does it, but you should be having more success. We've got to have you checked by a doctor right away because it's very important that a woman be able to have good orgasms. Being unable to climax could affect your whole life." How could Amy tell her mother that she was having sex already but that her boyfriend Jeff was creeped out by her wild responses, and about how she could have really good orgasms but was simply trying to learn how to have them discreetly? "Your mother tells me that this is your first visit for sex therapy?" the doctor asked. Great, now my mother is discussing my pussy with strange men, Amy though. She's probably told him that she's seen me masturbate. "Your mother also says that you're having trouble achieving sexual climax?" the doctor continued when Amy didn't answer his first question. Yep, she told him! "I cum alright," Amy answered, but from the way he looked at her Amy could see that he either didn't believe her or hadn't even listened to her answer. "Well we'll find out what your problem is and we'll soon have you enjoying sex as a healthy young woman," he said. As he was saying the last part a female nurse entered the room. While she'd had the door open people out in the hallway had probably overheard him too. "These are called stirrups," the doctor said, "they won't hurt you. Just put your feet in them and we'll tilt this table back so that you're comfortable, and then we'll have a look at what's wrong." Amy wanted to kick the doctor, and she greatly resented the implication that there was anything wrong about the part of her he wanted to look at, but this whole business had become embarrassing and intimidating and she was willing to keep her mouth shut and do whatever she had to do to get this over with. She put her legs into the stirrups. Amy was dressed in a hospital gown, one of those blue, flowered ones that shows most of a person's body and is thin enough that the rest can be seen through it anyway. The contraption she was sitting in was more of a reclining chair than a table, and as soon as her legs were spread into the stirrups the doctor swung the chair back and lifted her hospital gown all the way up her tummy so that her pussy was presented to the world. Well, presented to the doctor and the nurse at least. The doctor's hair was gray; he was older than her father. Amy never expected to show her pussy to such an old man until she was gray-haired herself. Having the nurse look at her made her feel uncomfortable too. She'd been naked in the girls' shower at her high school, but no girls had ever given her private parts close scrutiny before. The doctor turned away from her to put on some rubber gloves, ignoring her as if what he'd seen hadn't impressed him, but the nurse kept looking directly between Amy's legs in a way that made her want to squirm. Oh god, what if she gets wet from this? The doctor's fingers first touched Amy's pussy lips, pulling them aside, lifting them, tugging on her flesh as he inspected her closely with a flashlight. No boy had ever touched Amy in the same way. There was no shyness about the doctor's touch. She felt as if he were pulling apart a sandwich, inspecting his lunch before eating it. He inserted one amazingly thick finger a little way into her pussy, and then pressed it farther. "How long ago did you lose your virginity?" he asked. "A year. Well, about a year ago," was Amy's embarrassed answer. "With a boy?" the doctor asked. "Uh, yeah," was Amy's slightly cross reply. "Do you ever put anything in here?" he asked. His thick finger was deep inside her now, and probing around as if he were looking for something he'd lost. "Sometimes," Amy admitted. "When did you first start doing that?" the doctor asked. He was now inserting some kind of plastic spreader into Amy, like she'd seen in pictures. "This isn't going to hurt," he added as the spreader opened. "Umm," Amy's hips wiggled. The spreader did hurt a little bit. "Just a little bit more," the doctor said, and this time the spreader definitely hurt. She heard a click and knew that he'd locked the spreaders open inside her. "That's good," he said. Now he was looking into Amy's pussy with a small flashlight. "What things do you put inside you?" he asked. "A hairbrush--just the handle, sometimes." Amy felt almost as if the spreader was intended as a torture to make her confess her sexual misdeeds. She immediately tried to block that thought from her mind because the idea aroused her. "A little shampoo bottle sometimes when I'm in the shower," she continued. "What else?" the doctor persisted. "I have a dildo that a boy in school gave me," she said, "kind of as a Valentine's Day joke." "And you use that?" "I used to," Amy said. "But you don't anymore?" "I'm trying to do it less," Amy said, feeling as if he'd made her confess a secret. "Why?" "I . . . I just thought I should do it less." "And your fingers?" he asked. Now had his own giant finger inside her, and part of the flashlight as well. Amy wondered if her pussy would ever be small again once the spreader was through with it. "Yes, I usually use my fingers," Amy confessed. "How often?" he asked. "Um, a couple of times a week." "Do you do it every day?" he asked. Could he see that from something inside her, Amy wondered? "Sometimes." He withdrew his finger and his flashlight and stood up to look Amy in the face, seemingly from between her legs. She noticed for the first time that the nurse had her hand on one of Amy's thighs. Amy had involuntarily closed her legs slightly and the nurse was holding them apart. "How often do you have sex with boyfriends?" the doctor asked. "Every couple of days," Amy said. She wanted to ask him to remove the spreader since he wasn't looking into her anymore. "And then you masturbate daily, too?" "Yes." "Even after you have sex with boys?" "Yes." "Do you cum when you have sex with boys?" "Sometimes," Amy said, but she was lying. "How do you usually masturbate?" "I just get in bed and rub my clit." The doctor looked between Amy's legs. She felt his hands uncovering her clitoris. "Do you have climaxes just from that?" "Yes," Amy said. "How often?" "Everytime." "Does this feel arousing?" Amy almost bucked when the doctor rubbed her clit. The nurse had to use both hands to keep Amy's legs open. "Yes!" Amy said. "But it hurts?" he asked. He was rubbing directly on Amy's clit. "Yes," Amy quailed. "But it still feels good?" "Yes!" The doctor was looking into Amy's pussy with his flashlight again as he stimulated her. She felt her vagina's contractions, which must have been obvious to him. "Just relax and don't worry about it," he said. Within moments Amy orgasmed, trying but failing to suppress moans and cries during her climax. The doctor watched between her legs as she came, but the nurse watched Amy's face with cat eyes. The doctor suddenly released the spreader, and the relief Amy felt almost made her cum again. "You have perfectly healthy reactions," the doctor told her, "but you obviously prefer rough sex." Amy didn't answer. The experience had exhausted and confused her. That had been the best climax she'd had since before last summer. "Do you think my nurse is pretty?" the doctor asked. He'd put away the spreader but left Amy's chair reclined, suggesting that his examination was not over. "Uh, she's okay," Amy answered, scared of where the question might lead. "Do you ever fantasize about sex with other girls?" "No, never." "You've never thought about wanting to see another girl's breasts?" Amy didn't answer him. "Let me see yours," he said. Amy reached down and lifted her hospital gown farther, tucking it beneath her chin. "This is Stacy," the doctor said, indicating his nurse. "Stacy will you please see if Amy has responsive breasts?" Stacy had released Amy's legs. She stepped to Amy's sides and began massaging Amy's bare breasts. Not touching Amy's nipples yet, she pinched her fingers around Amy's areolas and pulled them gently upward toward the ceiling. Putting her face close to Amy's chest she blew gently upon Amy's left breast. Her painted red lips were half an inch from Amy's left nipple. Then Stacy's fingertips closed upon both of Amy's nipples and tugged and twisted them gently. "You obviously have a health sexual reaction to Stacy," the doctor commented. "Sometimes boys mature more slowly than girls do. They can be a bit--awkward--at sex when they're young. You may find your sex life is richer if you include some experiences with your own gender. There will always be plenty of boys you can have too." Oh god, Amy had never told anyone--anyone--that she sometimes fantasized about girls at school. Usually her fantasies just involved seeing them having sex, seeing them naked and watching them cum. But she also had wicked rape fantasies. She often fantasized about being raped by men, but sometimes, very seldom, she fantasized about "raping" a helpless girl. "Are you saying that I'm gay?" Amy asked in a worried voice. "Is that why I can't cum with boys?" "It's probably just that the boyfriends you've had aren't old enough yet to quite know what they're doing when it comes to sex. All boys improve, over time." "But," Amy queried, indicating Stacy with her eyes. "Stacy is a trained sex therapist. She knows how to arouse women even if they aren't lesbians. As you grow up you'll decide what your sexual preferences are, at least during different points in your life, but while you're developing you might as well explore everything. No experimenting you may do will change who you essentially are." Stacy was blowing on Amy's nipples again, but Amy could swear it felt like someone was blowing on her clit too. "Is this what you want to do?" the doctor asked. He took Amy's hand and placed it between her legs. "It's okay." Amy immediately started fingering herself. Stacy was unbuttoning her white nurse's blouse. Her bra was white too, and very lacy. Her breasts were big and fully developed. "How many times can you make yourself cum without resting Amy?" the doctor asked. "Go ahead and show us." Stacy's breasts sagged from gravity when she took her bra off, but that only made them prettier. She pressed them against Amy's bare breasts. They felt so warm and loving! Amy had often wondered what another woman's breasts feel like. Amy's free hand fingered one of Stacy's nipples while Stacy kissed Amy full upon the mouth. Five times. Amy came five times while the doctor watched her. The last cum was the hardest, but Stacy took Amy over the top when she pressed a breast into Amy's mouth and whispered, "You can do another." "You see then, you're perfectly healthy," the doctor told Amy as he took off his rubber gloves and while Stacy dressed again. "The problem is not with you, but with your parents' silly notations. And I'm guessing that your boyfriends have been a bit too timid for you, yes?" "Yes," Amy agreed emphatically. All of her fears about the doctor were gone, and she felt tremendous relief at being able to speak frankly with someone. She told the doctor all about Jeff and why she'd been trying to cum quietly. "You're boyfriend's a dud," Stacy offered. "He's just inexperienced," the doctor corrected. The look on Stacy's face showed that she disagreed with him about that. "I think we can do something about those problems, if you're willing," the doctor said. "How?" Stacy asked. Did he mean, have sex with him and Stacy, Amy wondered. "Perhaps you should spend some time away from home, at a place that's better suited to the growth of your present sexual development. We'll talk with your parents about it. I may have to lie to them a little bit, but whatever you hear me say to them Amy you must remember that you're a perfectly healthy, normal, beautiful girl." Later as Amy returned from changing into her street clothes she walked up to overheard the doctor speaking with her parents. "So you see that Amy must receive treatment for her condition while she is still young. I emphasize again that there's nothing wrong with her, it's just a matter of development." "The best thing for Amy would be to spend some time away at a private clinic set up for treating adolescent sexual difficulties. The Satyr Retreat for Young Adults is only about 100 miles from here, and offers very successful four-week programs. If you send Amy there over the Christmas holiday she won't have to miss much school." -End of Chapter 3<1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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