"She's multi-orgasmic," Courtney said, jotting in her notebook. "I don't think she knew that."
Until she spoke Lucille had almost forgotten that the girl was still in the examination room and all that was transpiring. Lucille's consciousness had contracted to a single point, the focus of her intense pleasure: Doctor Norman's fingers. Her bare feet still raised and resting in the stirrups, her breath came in little gasps as he rolled and teased her stiff clitoris between the fingers of his left hand while tracing his right index finger slowly around the sensitive flesh just inside her open pussy.
"Oh, I think there's quite a lot that Mrs. Aldrich doesn't know about herself," Norman said. "Isn't that right, Lucille?"
Lucille's tongue flicked over her parched lips as she tried to form words in response. All she could manage was a breathy moan. What was happening to her?
She'd watched in shocked fascination as Kurt Norman had casually crossed the room to stand between her legs at the end of the examination table. He was only the second adult male she'd seen naked in her presence in nearly thirty years. He was tall, blond, and in good physical condition for a man in his forties.
There was no doubt in Lucille's mind what he planned. She knew that the right thing for her to do would be to refuse, to get up and grab her clothes and get out of the office.
Yet the only fear she'd felt was the fear that she wouldn't be able to accommodate him. Frank was the only man she'd ever slept with, and Norman's erection was easily three times the size of his.
"You're lubricating nicely," Norman said matter-of-factly. Lucky girl...at a guess I'd say that physiologically you're a much younger woman than your years. "We've had patients..." he paused, smiling at Courtney, "women in their thirties who are less sexually responsive than you are."
With that he leaned forward, grabbed the loose neckline of Lucille's flimsy paper gown, and yanked it. The gown tore clean in half down the center. His eyes met Lucille's for a moment. She blushed as his gaze moved downward, freely roaming her now completely naked body.
"Hmm. What's your assessment, Ms. Harris?"
Courtney stepped forward. "Nice," she said, lightly brushing a finger over one of Lucille's silver dollar-sized nipples. Lucille shuddered in arousal. It seemed oddly wrong to her that the PA was only one in the room still fully dressed. She wished that Courtney would strip out of her scrubs.
"Very nice," Norman agreed. "Let's proceed with the internal examination. Would you like to assist?"
With a carefree giggle, Courtney grasped the Doctor's penis and fitted the head between the lips of Lucille's moist slit.
"I'm going to penetrate you now, Lucille," Norman said. "Courtney has advised me that taking into account your previous sexual history you may experience some...discomfort. May I proceed?"
Again Lucille struggled to speak.
"I-I-I..."
She gave up and nodded weakly.
"Oh Christ!" she shrieked as Norman thrust forward and sank several inches of his dick into her.
"Found your voice," the Doctor chuckled. He withdrew just a little and then drove back into her much deeper than before.
"Oh God, that's a big...big..." Lucille stammered.
"
Cock
, Mrs. Aldrich," Courtney encouraged her. "Don't be shy. You can say it. Cock."
"C-cock," Lucille whispered. "
Prick
. Cock, prick...
God
damn. I've never been filled with so much prick in my life." Compared to her husband, it was as if Norman were trying to push a baseball bat into her.
His cock head stretching the tender tissues of her pussy channel as he stroked in and out, working his way into her deepest recesses. When she felt his balls slap her ass cheeks Lucille realized giddily that she'd taken all of him, every last powerful inch.
Sobbing, she threw her arms around Norman's neck and pulled his face to hers, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
"Christ that's good," she mumbled. She wished she could get her legs free of the stirrups so that she could spread even wider, expose more of her creamy cunt to his bludgeoning rod. More, she wanted more! "So f-f-fucking good.
So fucking big!"
As Lucille had always suspected. size did matter, Now she was discovering just how much. The way Norman completely filled her fuck-hole produced an intense feeling that danced on the boundary between pleasure and pain. It was indescribable.
After two pregnancies and thirty years of marriage, Lucille felt suddenly like an inexperienced young girl. It was as if she were taking a man's prick for the first time...except that her long-ago wedding night had been