Gyno Therapy

As I dressed, I noticed that my clit was so swollen by the doctor's treatment that, looking in the mirror, I could see it like a little mountain peak protruding. This was new. As I pulled up my panties and my clit rubbed against the silky softness and tiny sensations surprised me. Every step brough tingles.

Dr. Touchstone was busy at her desk as I walked by her office door and then into the reception area. Thomas looked up, "I hope your treatment is starting well," he said.

Looking at this handsome young man, I paused a moment so that my clitoris rubbing my panties would not make me have another orgasm. "Yes, indeed," I said, too embarrassed to say more. Within the past hour, he had seen me naked, looked directly at my pussy, my husband ejaculated in front of Dr. Touchstone, rubber penises had been inserted into my pussy, and the doctor induced me into a massive orgasm. "Yes, indeed," I said. "The treatment seems very effective."

I paused and said to him, "Sorry about my husband."

Thomas answered, "That's okay, we don't mind. He's not the first to ejaculate involuntarily. It happens sometimes." Then he smiled and told me, "At least it wasn't much."

I raised an eyebrow, and he clarified, "Your husband, he didn't produce much to clean up."

"Oh," I replied, "I didn't know."

Thomas told me, "Not all clients bring their husbands, and not all husbands ejaculate. I guess some have more control. But when they do, let's just say that bigger ones, bigger that your husband, can produce much much more."

In my mind, I imagined a bigger cock shooting a load for Dr. Touchstone. Did Thomas know he was being naughty? Did he know I was in a weakened state and he was practically talking me into having an orgasm in the waiting room?

I changed the subject, and asked, "Is Dr. Touchstone's practice busy?"

He told me, "Oh, yes, after new clients like you are here for the five-day assessment, we encourage them to schedule regular monthly visits. Some come more often." He looked at his scheduling page, "Let's see, today we have two of the monthly clients this afternoon. We're quite full for the next six months. But we always accommodate requests if we can."

"Thank you, Thomas," I said, knowing that I should leave before I embarrassed myself. As I walked to my car, I thought, "What? I just said thank you to a young man who had seen my pussy?" I was thanking him?

Driving home was difficult. Each time my legs moved to change gears or braked, I felt the continuing effects of the treatment. I tried to be careful as I drove home with a smile on my face.

As the day ended, I thought about poor Ray. He would be home soon from work, and what would I say to him? Would he be embarrassed or upset?

He came home a bit later than usual. I asked, "Hi, dear, how was work today?"

He avoided making eye contact, and answered, "Routine." Then he added, "Except for the morning."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him.

"Not really," he said. We ate dinner almost in silence, not saying much.

Later, Ray showered and came into our bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I asked, "So what happened at the doctor's office? Did if feel good when the doctor made you cum?"

Ray looked up as his towel fell down. My words made his little turtle head peek out.

"At least we have an accurate measurement of you," I said, and we both laughed. His little pud of a penis was growing. I smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to the appointment, Ray."

I realized that my husband, whose dick had been classified as inadequate by Dr. Touchstone's male assistant, was becoming aroused. I asked, "Did you like getting an erection for Dr. Touchstone?"

Ray froze. But his cock was twitching. So I continued, "I can't imagine what it was like for you, Ray. I'm sorry if you were embarrassed." His little helmet head pushed fully out of his foreskin.

I stared at his cock and flattered him, "Honey, it's getting really big now." Then I said, "I'm jealous that she could make you cum so fast," Just talking about what happened that morning at the doctor made Ray hard. "You know that assistant, Thomas? He came in to clean up your cum, and then I was so embarrassed when he looked at my pussy."

I'd never seen Ray look so aroused. "Can you cum for me, too?" I asked. My husband's dick looked unusually hard. A little bulb of cum glistened. I thought he had long ago lost the ability to get it up like this. I was intrigued by the power of my words over my husband's cock.

I touched his dick and said, "Did the doctor do this?" Ray audibly grunted. "I hate to think what would have happened if she had lifted her skirt and let you see her panties." Immediately he ejaculated, his second little spew of the day.

"Oh Ray, thank you, dear." I said looking at his dripping dick. "Now I don't feel so jealous."

My husband moaned then got into bed. I reached for his sticky dick and said, "Thomas told me that your cum wasn't a lot to clean up. He said that men with bigger cocks have much more." I was bad. My poor hubby was exhausted and embarrassed, and I was talking about bigger cocks.

At breakfast the next morning, I told Ray, "I can't wait until tonight to do that again," and winked at him. "Oh, do you mind if the doctor's handsome assistant sees my pussy again?" My husband needed to be prepared for what the doctor's treatment was doing. I enjoyed the doctor's collection of larger cocks, even if they were pretend. I gave Ray a hug and cupped his junk with my hand.

I arrived at Dr. Touchstone's office in a happy mood. Thomas was not there, and another young man named Richard was in the waiting room.

"Where's Thomas," I asked.

"He'll be here later for the afternoon shift," Richard said. "We have to trade off depending on the doctor's patient schedule."

Dr. Touchstone took me back into her exam room. The doctor opened her cabinet of penises, where I could see that each one was wider in diameter and slightly longer.

The process was different from yesterday. She selected the appropriate size and rolled up a mechanical device between my spread legs. She lubricated a modest sized dildo but one that was an increment larger than my husband's cock. Then she attached it to the device and carefully adjusted the machine.

"Let's try this today," Dr. Touchstone said. "This will provide long term and carefully measured penetration with control and precision." She targeted the head of the rubber dick at the center of my pussy. Her fingers on one hand parted my lips while her other hand guided the penis into position.

At first, she guided it into me manually. "Are you okay with this size?" she asked.

I had calmed down since yesterday's feverish session. My clit was in its tiny concealed little pocket where it has lived privately for so many years. "Yes, doctor, it feels large, but it's okay."

"Good," she replied. "In a moment the penetrator will automatically begin a gentle slow movement. We'll monitor it to be sure it is right for you." A gentle motor sound started, and the penis began to slowly creep up into my pussy.

The doctor told me, "As you learned yesterday, vaginal moisture is complicated. Naturally occurring moisture can be increased by stimulation and arousal."

She stood over me as her machine penetrated me. It was moving ever so slowly and had yet to reach its maximum depth.

"Our measurement from yesterday indicate barely adequate lubrication was present for comfortable penetration, but when your clitoris was stimulated your body produced much. This makes intercourse more pleasing physically and emotionally."

I had been taken off guard when Dr. Touchstone made contact with my clitoris. The sensations were strong and pleasant, but later I wondered if her treatment was not exactly standard. Now I understood that artificial and natural stimulations were part of the treatment.

The filling dildo finally reached its maximum. Dr. Touchstone instructed it to withdraw an inch then enter again. She monitored her equipment and my blood pressure and breathing, then set the mechanism to slowly but fully withdraw and slowly reenter. "I'll be back in a bit," she said to me as she turned to leave me in the exam room.

The gentle movement of the fucking machine put me at ease. I relaxed, too, with no one else in the room, and almost fell asleep as the cock, probably six inches long and thicker than my husband's, became a routine feeling as it entered my pussy. I lay there thinking, "This thing could keep going all day, and I wouldn't mind it."

Ten minutes later, Dr. Touchstone returned and asked me how I felt. "Great," I replied.

She selected a larger cock and prepared it for me. "We'll try two more levels today before your appoint ends."

Once again, the cock made slow steady headway into my pussy. The difference in girth stretched me noticeably but not uncomfortably. The doctor watched as it climbed to its proper depth, "Any problems with this length?" she asked.

To my surprise, this seven-inch cock felt fine. It was a real big boy's cock. I could accommodate its entire length, and the thickness felt wonderful. For the first time, I learned how a larger cock created more stimulation. The doctor left me alone again while I relaxed and let the machine fuck me.

There was a tap at the door. It was her assistant Richard. "The doctor wanted me to ask if you were okay," he said. He had a partial view of me and the fucking procedure being administered.

I forced a smile and said, "I'm fine." He was about to leave, but in my aroused condition I asked, "I think it's time to switch and try a new one."

Without hesitation, Richard entered and walked to the cabinet to selected the next size larger. "Okay, let's try this one."

He was mildly discrete and didn't stare at me or linger looking at my pussy. He kept his eyes on his tasks as I lay there with my legs apart. He stopped the machine and watched as the cock that was fucking me slowly exited my pussy. I pretended to be shy.

Richard said, "Let's allow you to rest a moment and let you adjust to a normal state without one of these," as he wiggled the next bigger cock so I could see it. The others had not seemed too big, but this one did. For the first time, I wondered if I was ready for it.

Dr. Touchstone entered, and Richard said, "I'm just increasing the increment." What official sounding language for fucking me with a bigger dick.

The doctor did not speak as she watched him prepare the item for use. His hand caressed the large rubber dick as he layered it with two kinds of ointment. I didn't expect that watching the handsome young man play with the fake dick would arouse me. But it did.

Once the big dildo was installed and positioned just barely touching my lips, Richard used his fingers to touch my pussy, parting my lips and finding my well-used canal. By hand, he guided the seven and a half inch cock a few inches into me. It felt great.