We were already half through one of the worst years since we had been married. It was like one set back after another for Mike and I, first after trying to get pregnant since our honeymoon, this year I have had two miscarriages. The Doctor claimed my husband had not only a low sperm count, what few he had were too weak to keep me with child.
This was not only devastating news it was very humiliating to my husband as my female gynecologist not only prodded his privates she peppered him with questions about masturbation wanting to know how many times a week he 'played with himself'. He told me she made him feel like a schoolboy in front of the principal. Next, while she held his wiener in her hand she told me she didn't think Mike was large enough to get his puny sperm into my cervix. In even further humiliation she took away his tidy whities and then told him he had to get real mans underwear to keep from reducing his sperm count even more.
She then instructed me to watch as she gave Mike a Prostate massage, saying it was important to see if he was capable of better sperm production. The doctor said that since Mike's equipment was incapable of delivering sperm to the correct place, I should collect it with a prostate milking then put into a delivery system she would give to me and then I could use it to deliver the sperm. After milking Mike with a tool, she called a milker and collecting his specimen on a dish, she brought out a thing that could only be described as looking like a giant black phallus. It worked like a turkey baster but the bulb looked more testicular than a normal bulb. She told Mike to watch as she had me get on the table and put my feet into the stirrups. She gently worked the giant black head into the folds of my vagina. I began to get excited as I watched the doctor insert the instrument deeper and deeper. She said by designing it as a real penis added some excitement and thus natural lubrication to help with the procedure. Back and forth, she kept filling my canal with this huge black penis. I was panting like a cat in heat and could never remember feeling so stuffed before. When she shot Mike's issue into me, for the first time in my life, I could feel it splash against my uterus and I came with a scream. I begged the doctor not to remove the machine; I needed to feel it inside me for a little while more. She just smiled and said it was now mine and I could do with it as I pleased. Only then, did I look up and see Mike he was staring at me in amazement, when he saw me looking at him he turned red and hung his head.
