Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2007 03:57:51 -0400
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Satisfaction Guaranteed 1

I'm a high school senior. My mother and I moved to this small town after my
parents divorce. Having no friends at the start I found myself spending a
lot of time in my room. I was unhappy and bored so I masturbated
constantly. My mother was worried because I spent so much time by myself,
so she made an appointment with Dr S. Morgan to give me a check up. My
appointment was right after school so I walked over in my uniform. When I
arrived the receptionist gave me a long form to complete. There was a
question "Are you sexually active?" I wasn't sure if masturbation counted
so I put "yes". When I finished the form I returned it to the lady at the
desk and waited. An attractive woman about my mother's age appeared wearing
a white coat, over a white blouse and grey slacks.  This was when I found
out that the S, in, Dr. S. Morgan stood for Susan. The doctor picked up the
form I had filled in and looked at it briefly, before looking up at me. Her
friendly smile made me feel a little less nervous. Then she said:

"You must be Samantha".

I realized how nervous I was when I couldn't find my voice to answer, so I
just nodded my head. Continuing to smile pleasantly she said:

"Come with me, please."

I followed the doctor down the hall where she held open the door to an
examination room. I entered as Dr. Morgan stood aside.

"Undress down to bra and panties for me. I'll be with you in a couple of
minutes".

After she closed the door I looked around the small room. There was a
counter with a set of cupboards above and another set below; a small stool
on wheels, an office chair and the paper covered examination table. With
shaking hands I unbuttoned my white blouse, shrugged it off and hung it
over the back of the chair. Then I twisted my plaid skirt around to undo
the buttons and zipper. I stepped out of the skirt and laid it on top of
the blouse; I sat down and removed my Mary Jane's and then my knee socks. I
sat there for a moment feeling the coolness of the room. My fortunately my
`C' cup breasts didn't need much support form the light nylon bra but I
realized that even though my nipples are a pale pink that they were still
visible through the gauzy fabric. I discovered four years ago when I first
started masturbating that my nipples are hyper-sensitive. At the slightest
touch they go from their normal pale pink puffiness to stiff dark pink
pegs. This also results in a warm `crampy' sensation between my legs. I can
almost feel my pussy starting to swell. My bikini panties match the bra. I
looked down to see how the double crotch of the panty didn't actually keep
my labia from protruding. I started shaving all my pubic hair off after I
accidentally found one of my father's porno magazines last year. That was
just before my mom left him. Originally I just wanted to look like the sexy
girls in the magazine, but I soon found that the rubbing of my underwear on
my labs gave me a persistent sweet little tingle. My inspection was cut
short by a tap on the door.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Morgan called.

"Ya" I replied.

The doctor entered and gave me that reassuring warm smile again. It was
then that I noticed how pretty she was.  Her dark hair was cut short; in a
modern tussled style. She had delicate features and big dark eyes. Her
white coat hung open, kept from closing by her prominent bust. I could make
out the lace on her bra through the cotton blouse. The nervous churning in
my stomach returned as I saw the doctor openly appraising my nearly naked
form.

"OK, Samantha, I want you to sit up on the table for me".

I used the little step to hoist myself on to the high examination
table. The paper crunched under my panty clad butt. Dr. Morgan produced a
lighted scope from her pocket and proceeded to look in my ears. Then she
discarded the disposable tip and took a tongue depressor from the jar on
the counter. Stepping in front of me she had me open wide and say
"Ahh". Tossing the wooden stick in the waste basket she pressed on the
glands in my neck.

"OK." she said "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs."

She removed the stethoscope she had hanging over her shoulders and put the
tips in her ears. She warmed the disc shaped end with her hand before
placing it between my shoulder blades.

"Take a deep breath in and hold it."

She placed the disc at several places on my back.

"Now I want you to take some nice deep breaths for me, in and out; and
again, in and out."

"Good. Now sit up nice and straight.'

The doctor stood back, holding the end of the stethoscope in her hand. She
reached forward and placed the instrument above my left breast. Listening
intently she moved it directly between my breasts in my cleavage; then
below my breasts on my ribs. Doctor Morgan seemed satisfied with her
findings so far. She hung the scope around her neck again and said:

"Now I'm going to examine your breasts."

My heart skipped a beat as she continued; "Remove your bra for me, please."

I reached behind and my trembling hands fumbled with the hook.

"Let me help." She offered, stepping forward and reaching around me without
waiting for my response. She slipped the hooks with the ease of someone
very familiar with the garment. As she backed away she grasped the straps
and pulled the light nylon bra with her. The cups clung for an instant on
my boobs then they released and the doctor stepped back completing the
removal. I struggled to resist my natural urge to cover myself. The doctor
turned and deposited the bra on top of my other clothes. When she turned
back and looked at me I must have looked scared out of my mind. She gave me
that warm smile again and said:

"Just relax; I'm not going to do any thing that's going to hurt. Have you
had your breasts examined before?"

"No." I croaked.

"Well, it's not so bad I'm just going to press on your breasts with my
fingers to feel for any lumps or other irregular tissue. Then I'll check
your nipples to make sure they're healthy. It only takes a couple of
minutes."

At the part about checking my nipples I know I gasped. The doctor didn't
seem to notice. The thought of her touching my nipples caused a shudder
deep in my belly. Knowing how sensitive they are I had a hard time
imagining how I would get through it without moaning and making a compete
fool of myself.

"Lie on your back and put your right hand behind your head, and leave your
left hand at your side."

I did as instructed, all the while trying to control my breathing. I
thought I was going to hyperventilate and pass put. Wouldn't that be
embarrassing! My boobs are very firm, but large enough that they `pan
caked' a little to the outside. Dr. Morgan gently lifted it with her
fingers and began pressing in circular motions all around the bottom, side
and top. Then she reversed hands and performed the procedure on my other
breast. She took my left boob in both hands and gently, but firmly
squeezed. Her thumb rotated around and began tracing my areola. The puffy
pinkness darkened and the center rose into a rigid peg. I could feel the
warmth spreading from my lower belly into my upper thighs. She held the
weight of my boob with one hand and with the fore finger and thumb of the
other hand she grasped the emerging tip, squeezing and twisting as she
pulled. The heat spread out from my crotch until it enveloped my body, my
head was swimming. Trying as hard as I could, I still couldn't suppress the
groan.

"Your nipples are very sensitive, aren't they?" she said, smiling.

Some kind of a grunt came from my lips, as she continued to pull and
twist. To my horror I felt the moisture at the crotch of my panties. My
left nipple throbbed erectly as the process was repeated on the other
side. Now they were both stiff and dark. I prayed for this part to be over
as I could feel my orgasm building. It wasn't! The doctor pinched on the
left one and began to run her finger nail over the bumpy tip. Through the
orgasmic haze I heard her saying;

"I'm just checking to see if there is any discharge."

The climax rocked my body and my hips involuntarily bucked off the
table. The crotch of my panties flooded and I heard a loud guttural sound
that I knew I had made. I couldn't believe my ears; the doctor was calmly
saying.

"OK, almost done."

And with those words she repeated the process with the other side. This
rekindled the contractions in my hips and I bucked and groaned again. I lay
there shivering in the after glow, but so embarrassed I wished a hole would
open up and swallow me. Doctor Morgan was completely unfazed by the whole
thing. She placed her soft warm hand just below my rapidly rising and
falling ribs and softly said:

"Deep breaths."

From the heat in my face I just knew I was beet red.

"It's OK; you don't need to be embarrassed. That happens sometimes with
girls who have very sensitive breasts. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Her hand on my stomach had begun to make a gentle circular caressing
motion.

"I'll give you a moment to compose before I begin the pelvic exam."


End of part one

Satisfaction Guaranteed (part I)