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Doc

"This has been waaaaay too easy!" I think to myself, as I unbuckle my belt. Pulling off my t-shirt, I gaze down at the delightful naked body now curled up on her side on the examining table with her legs pulled up under her. A light sheen of sweat makes her skin glisten. The look on her face is one of languid relaxation and total satisfaction. Such a pretty little thing. And her last orgasm was massive. I almost drowned in her juices.

I kneel down to unbuckle my sandals and kick them off. Then I stand back up and unbutton my pants. I watch with fascination the expression on her face as I let my jeans drop. At first her facial expression seems to change to one of amusement, and then it morphs to one of astonishment. When I pull down my boxer briefs, letting my throbbing erection free, her expression turns to a look of amazement followed by one of almost horror.

"Oh, Doc. I thought Jeremy was large, but you're HUGE!" she gasps. "How will that thing possibly fit in me?"

"Well, we'll see if it will, dear," I say soothingly, "And if it does, and I'd be surprised if it won't, then you'll have the confidence to handle Jeremy. Won't you?"

"Are you sure I can take it?" her voice quavers.

"Are you still willing to try, or do you want to stop now?"

After a long pause to reflect, she takes a deep breath and says, "I'll try. But, you've got to promise to stop if I can't stand it. That thing has to hurt." She is visibly trembling.

"OK. You have my word. Can you stand up?" I help her down and steady her when her legs threaten to buckle under her. We're standing within inches of one another. "You're a brave lady to have come this far."

Her wan smile is reassuring. "What now?" she asks.

"Would you do us a favor and lube me up good?" I suggest, handing her the bottle of lube.

She takes the bottle and slowly sinks to her knees. The crown of my hot throbbing cock is just about her eye level. She pops open the top of the lube bottle and squirts some on the palm of her hand. Putting the bottle down, she rubs her palms together and reaches for the shaft of my manhood. Her hands close around it with a delightfully gentle pressure and leisurely start working their way up my tool, leaving behind a glistening coating of lube. Her touch is excruciatingly pleasant. As her soft graceful hands approach the crown which is leaking pre-cum, she sits up and looks at it carefully. Then she astounds me by carefully sticking her little pink tongue out and collecting the tiniest drop of moisture from my slit. She pulls her tongue back in and considers the taste with a look of concentration on her face. Then she gently kisses the tip of the engorged rod.

"That's as far as I'm ready to go today," she says seriously and resumes her lubing task.

"Oh," I groan, "that feels so good."

Her hands slide up over the most sensitive part of me and mix the lube and the pre-cum before retreating back down to the base. I am hard as a proverbial rock and in desperate need of relief after all the sex play that we've been through. But, when she squirts more lube on her palms and continues her leisurely application, I grit my teeth and bask in the joy of the moment.

Just before I get absolutely desperate, I say, through gritted teeth, "That's fine, dear. You've done an excellent job."

Reaching down, I help her to her feet, amazed at how light she is. We share a long passionate kiss that actually slightly lessens the pressure in my groin. "Now we need to relax your back entry, little sweetheart. Turn around and bend over at the waist. Put your pretty head and your shoulders on the table. Let your sweet breasts hang free. Then I need you to reach back and spread your cheeks."

"Spread your feet apart. Further," I direct. "That's good. Now relax and remember what I told you."

What an amazingly cute little ass. I am astounded by my good fortune. Her face looks relaxed and when I squirt a glob of lube into the very top of the crevice separating her firm cheeks, she smiles. I work the lube down her crack to the little rosebud that is awaiting my arrival. With more lube on my fingertip, I gently press my index finger against her anus. A gentle press this time is all it takes to slide right in. This girl is relaxed with a capital R. I feel the rubbery muscle surrounding my finger loosen even more and then I withdraw. Her groan almost sounds like disappointment, but I'm just reloading a little more lube and this time I press my index and my middle finger into her. She sucks her breath in but doesn't even flinch. I gently work the fingers around for a few long minutes, feeling the pressure that originally held them together gradually lessen. I continue my in and out twisting by trying to spread the fingers apart.

"Oh, Oh, Oh. That feels good," she coos. "I never would have imagined."

When I ease my two fingers out, I'm delighted to see that her sphincter doesn't completely close. We're getting there. This time I slowly insert three fingers and this time there is a look of concern on her face. But, I work slowly and gently, gradually coaxing the muscle to relax even further. "Relax, dear. It's very important that you relax. Now I'm going to insert just the head of my cock in your hole."

As I ease the swollen crown of my cock up to the well lubricated rosebud of her tiny anus and press firmly forward, I feel her body tense momentarily and then slowly begin to relax. The look of concentration on her face shows me that she is following the directions I'd given her and when my patient pressure is rewarded and my cock head suddenly pops through the rubbery ring of her sphincter muscle, I pause again to give her body time to adapt to the foreign intruder. Her face betrays the discomfort she obviously feels at the initial penetration, but she doesn't cry out, so it must not be too bad. Gradually the pained look is replaced by one of... what, I wonder? Relief? Satisfaction, maybe? Or even pleasure? I try to resist the urge to immediately penetrate as far as I can into her warm tight channel.

"Are you OK?" I ask.

"I think so. Please be gentle," she begs.

"I will. You're doing great. You're a very brave girl to do this for a man. You must really love him." My natural con artist is still alive. "Just pretend that I am Jeremy."

"Oh, Jeremy. Please be gentle."

I can feel her tight ring loosening gradually and I strain to hold my position. I gently rub my hands over her slender back and her tight little hips.

"You can let go of your cheeks now, if you want. I'm going to try to slide in a little further," I warn her.

She tenses and then remembers to relax. I lean forward and slide in another inch. Her eyes fly open and she grabs the edge of the table. But she doesn't say a word, so I give her a few moments to adjust. The tension is killing me. I'm really struggling to control myself.

"It's OK, Jeremy. I can do this," she whispers and closes her eyes again. I ease back until just my tip is inside her and then press in again. This time I'm a third of the way in before her sudden intake of breath signals her discomfort. Then I notice that she recalls another of the things we discussed and a hand slips down between her legs. I continue rubbing her back and hips and her face relaxes into a smile.

"That feels good," she murmurs.

I ease back out to the beginning and slide forward to within a couple inches of total penetration. My God! This is about the tightest place that my cock has every been. Her breathing returns to normal and without withdrawing this time, I ease myself all the way into her. I can actually feel her working her clit through the walls of her rectum, it's that tight. My abdomen is firmly pressing against her delightfully tight little ass. I have arrived. Hallelujah! The promised land! My cell phone begins its incessant chirp. "OH, SHIT! NOT NOW!"

Where is the damn thing? I let my ears guide me to my pants on the floor. There it is, out of reach. I've got to get it before it rolls over to the answering service. "Help me get the phone, dear," I plead and wrap my arms around Jenny's waist, trapping the arm that is working over her pleasure nub. I pick her up, still bent over and intimately connected to me, and pivot the both of us around to where her head is directly over my pants.

"Please hand me my phone." She reaches down with her free arm, retrieves the noisy interloper and reaches back around herself to hand it to me. I awkwardly walk the both of us forward until she can rest her head on the side cabinet. Glancing at the phone, I see that the Caller ID identifies the source of our untimely interruption to be my AA buddy, Jack H. "Oh, well," I think to myself, "at least he's not usually long winded." Jenny is really starting to get into the self-stimulation idea.

"Hello, Jack," I answer, "What's up?"

"Ashleigh is over here at my place today and she had an accident on the rope swing. She fell off it backwards and landed heavily on her back and neck. The impact knocked her out for a couple minutes and now she has a headache. Her mother and I don't feel any indication of a skull fracture or any problem with her neck, and there wasn't any bleeding, but we're wondering whether we should take her to the emergency room or not," he explains.

"Fuck me, Jeremy," Jenny moans. "I'm almost there."

"Is she experiencing any dizziness?" I ask.

"Yes, she has mentioned that."

"Oh, darling, you feel soooo good inside me," my young nurse purrs. I've got to get Jack off the phone.

"Can you bring her in to my office?" I plead.

"I don't want you to have to make a special trip, Doc. We can head for the ER," Jack replies.

"That's no problem. I'm already here. Please just bring her in and we'll check her out," I continue.

"OH! OH! I'm CUMMING," cries Jenny and her ring clamps down hard around my aching cock. The orgasm racks her little body and I can feel the contractions ripple through the walls of her rectum. If her sphincter hadn't tightened so much, I would have erupted inside her at that instant, but my body realizes that the passage my semen needs to flow through is blocked and wisely holds off. But my head is swimming.

"OK. We'll be there in fifteen minutes," Jack agrees.

"Come around to the side door and knock. I'll let you in."

"What's all the noise in the background?" he asks curiously.

"It's nothing," I protest. "I'm... er... just watching some porn," I fumble, looking down at Jenny and realizing that it's not that much of a lie.

"OK, we'll be there shortly," and the connection is broken. This time I turn the damn thing off.

I can't take it any longer. I get a grip on Jenny's hips and as soon as her ass relaxes its death grip on my cock, I start to slide in and out of her. I try to start slowly, but I know that it won't last. Her eyes fly open and she twists her head around as far as she can to look at me. I can't tell if the look on her face is one of wonder, confusion or fear. It doesn't seem to show any pain or terror, but I can't read her. She solves my confusion.

"Harder!" is all she says and she doesn't have to ask twice. I start to slam into her, her ass cheeks quivering with each impact. Her hands are gripping the counter top to the point that her knuckles are white. The sight of my cock stretching her tiny asshole to an unimaginable size causes my blood to boil. After all the delays, I'm getting close. Her lithe little body is pushing back in time to my every thrust.

"You're getting bigger!" she gasps and she arches her back, reaching her hands up behind my neck. I actually have her feet up off the floor. She is hanging onto my neck and her head is thrown back against my shoulder. Her breathing is ragged. Her entire body shudders each time I slam into her. This is it. I bottom out and explode, shooting a massive load of pent-up cum deep into her. She screams and her body jerks and convulses on my tool. Her body tries to tighten the anal noose on my member, but there's no stopping the flow of my seed this time. I pump load after load of jism into her. Her orgasm rolls through her and she barks out a startled "OH!" with every spurt from my cock.

My legs won't hold us both any longer and I try to gracefully ease us both down until I can roll back on the floor with her still impaled on my cock. We both collapse into whatever shape that gravity dictates. My arms are around her waist and her legs are spread apart on either side of mine. I'm totally spent; I can't move a muscle as she continues to twitch in my arms. Our hot sweaty bodies are still shaking gently.

"Thank you. Thank you, Doc. You've shown me so much that I never knew," she whispers in my ear.

"No, I have to thank you, dear. You are a brave and talented student. I'm proud of you," I whisper back.

We lay together on the floor for what seems to be an hour, but it couldn't be.

"We do have an incoming patient to care for," I mention. "Ashleigh St. James took a tumble and may have a concussion. Jack is bringing her in now. Do you feel up to working?" I offer her an out.

"If my legs will work," she says.

"Pfffhhhttt!" announces the expulsion of my limp dick from her well fucked ass and we both laugh heartily.

"I'm glad you warned me about that, Doc," she notes and manages to sit up on my abdomen. Gathering her feet underneath her, she uses the cabinet to help stand up, a little shakily. "I don't have a uniform here!" she exclaims. I notice that her anus is still a little dilated. She grabs a paper towel and wipes at the cum leaking from her gaping asshole. What a sight!

"Just put on a lab coat. It's only Jack, he won't notice," I suggest. She reaches her little hand down to help me up and I slowly lever myself upright. Then she rises up on her tiptoes and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks, Doc. You're really special," she says over her shoulder as her naked body slips out of the room. I try to imprint that moment into my memory, knowing that it will never happen again. But, boy was it fun while it lasted. I wipe myself off with a paper towel and reach for my clothes.

Jack

"Doc says to bring her in to his office," I announce to the assembled throng in the bedroom. "He's already there. I told him I'd be there in fifteen minutes."

"Why don'tcha take my truck," suggests Billy, much to my surprise. "It's got a bench seat and ya could lay her down across the seat and keep half an eye on her while yer drivin'."

"Why, thank you, Billy," says Annie. "That really sounds like a good idea. Don't you think so, Dad?"

"Well, if you don't mind," I agree. "Thank you".

"Keys are in the ignition," Billy continues, "and it's full of gas. The gas gauge is broke; don't pay it no mind. There's plenty to get y'all to town and back."

"Right." These are real country folk. I wrap Ashleigh up in the towel and carefully pick her up.

"I'll come with you, Dad," says Annie.

"No you won't," says her mother. "You'll stay right here and take care of this baby."

"Oh, thanks Mom. You're right."

"I can handle it by myself," I say.

"I'll grab you some shorts," offers my lovely sweetheart.

"Hell, I'm just going to Doc's. Nobody will see me."

I walk out of the house and down the grassy lane followed by a small entourage of naked bodies. We manage to get Ash stretched out on the seat of the truck, still wrapped in the towel, and secured with a seatbelt around her waist.

"Are you OK?" Annie asks her daughter.

"I'm fine, Mom. Don't worry," the youngster replies.

Laura gives me a lingering kiss and says, "We'll have lunch ready when you get back. I think I have enough loaves and fishes."

That brings a round of laughter from everyone and they start to filter back up the hill as Ash and I drive off.

The trip is uneventful. I take it slow and easy and don't have any problems on the way. Saturday morning traffic in our small town is heavier than on a weekday, but we don't find any significant congestion. I don't attract any attention; I'm sitting up higher than most of the other drivers and a bare-chested driver in a pickup is not an unusual sight around here on a warm summer day.

Doc's office is on Maple Street where downtown ends and the stately older houses begin. Maple is not a thoroughfare and looks deserted this morning. I ease into the parking lot and around the side of the building. There's Doc's truck parked beside a little Honda. That must be Jennifer's, I conclude, knowing that Emily drives a big SUV. I pull Billy's truck into the other space and look around carefully. No one is to be seen anywhere. I slide around to the passenger side and carefully extract Ashleigh from the truck. She has been quiet the entire trip, just another indication that she's not her usual chatty self. I knock on the side door and it is immediately opened by young Jennifer.

"Come in, please. Follow me," she instructs and I follow her toward the examination rooms. I notice that she is barefoot under her white lab coat, but, for some reason, it doesn't strike me as being odd. She ushers us into the little room with the 1 on the door and instructs, "Lay her down on the examination table. Doc will be right in."

Jennifer unwraps the towel from around Ash and comments, "You're not wearing any clothes."

She responds in her childish voice, "Yeah. It's naked day at Memaw and Papaw's. Nobody's got any clothes on."

That's when the young nurse realizes that I'm naked as well and says to me, "You're not wearing any clothes, either."

"It's a long story," I mumble, "I'll tell you all about it another day." That seems to satisfy her.

Jennifer is efficiently checking Ash's vital signs when Doc walks in the door with a folder in his hand. "Ashleigh Lynn St. James. Female. Age six. Is that correct?""

"Yes, Doctor Evans," she replies.

Doc glances at me and looks startled. "What do I need to examine you for?"

"You don't," I reply.

"Well, why did you take your clothes off?" he inquires, looking around the little room and not finding any.

"I didn't wear any," I answer sheepishly. "It's a long story, Doc."

"We're all having a naked day at Memaw and Papaw's," volunteers Ashleigh again.

Doc looks at me in amazement, "You drove all the way here without anything on?"

"Like I said, Doc, it's a long story. I'll fill you in on all the gory details another time."

"You'd better," says Doc and, suddenly realizing that he may have some explaining of his own to do, quickly appends, "but only if you really want to. Let's have a look at our patient here."

After a thorough exam and a couple of x-rays, Doc and I are sitting in his office while Jennifer and Ashleigh play in the waiting room. "I can't see anything on the x-rays that looks to be a problem and brain injuries are difficult to diagnose, especially in children. Their brains are still developing at her age and they are very robust. There are no fractures that I can find, but I'll refer the pictures we took over to my favorite Orthopod, just for a second opinion.

I may have to charge you for that, but he'll usually review them for me as a professional courtesy, since I care for his kids. If he doesn't find anything and doesn't have to write up a report, he'll usually just call and tell me they're negative. I suggest that you try to keep her out of the pond and don't let her do any rough play for the rest of the day. A baby aspirin would be called for if her head still aches when you get home. Other than that, I don't think there's any reason for further treatment. Call me if there is any sudden change in her condition," Doc proclaims.

"Thanks. I didn't think there was any reason to worry, but I wanted to be sure. Are you going to be at the meeting on Monday?" I ask.

"I plan on it. Are you planning to come as you are?" he asks with a laugh.

"Nude Day ends at midnight, thank God. I don't know why I let Laura talk me into this," I reply.

"Well, let me scan the parking lot before the two of you get out the door just to make sure the coast is clear."

"Thanks, Doc, for everything."

Doc announces that it's clear and Ashleigh and I climb back in the truck. She sits upright this time with the towel wrapped around her shoulders. It's unlikely that anyone could figure out that she didn't have a bathing suit on underneath. Our trip home is also uneventful, except that by this time she is starting to chatter again. What I don't realize at the time is that we were seen in the parking lot.

Doc

Jack and Ashleigh are long gone and Jenny left not long after they did, so I've been here by myself for a while now, reviewing one crazy day and wondering just how I'm going to tell Linda what I've done. Well, I'll just have to do it. She'll be mad at me for a day or so, but that'll be the end of it. We don't keep secrets from one another and we don't bear resentments. She'll holler and cry, but it won't last, I pray. It hasn't in the past. Of course I haven't butt fucked a nurse before. I'm thinking all this as I let myself out the door of the office and so the sight of a Deputy Sheriff's cruiser blocking my truck in is rather disconcerting, to say the least. My mind quickly visits a number of possible scenarios and all of them are bad. Some are very bad.

The officer who gets out of the cruiser and walks up to me is young, as are most of them these days, female, as a few of them are, and quite attractive, which few of those are. She is of medium height and her figure is well arranged without being in any way unusual. I mean that her breasts aren't either big or small and her waist and hips, from what I can see, are simply proportional to the rest of her. A nice package without any extraordinary features. Her uniform is well tailored, in a masculine way, so I'm sure that she could easily be very pretty in more feminine clothes. And with some makeup. She doesn't seem to be wearing any on her round face other than maybe a demure lip gloss. Her hair is pulled severely back and tucked under her hat, so I really can't tell much about it other than it is dark.

"Dr. Clayton Evans? I'm Deputy Cynthia Dowd," she introduces herself when she has approached to within easy conversing range. I look to her nametag to verify the spelling. I'm sure that her name is the source of considerable locker room humor around the office.

"Yes," I admit to my identity. "How may I help you?"

"I'd like to know why a William R. Walker visited your office earlier today."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I answer, immediately recognizing the cliché. "I don't recognize the name."

"Well, this is your office, isn't it?"

"Yes, and I've been here since around 10:00, but I wasn't visited by anyone named Walker."

"Well, we received a report that someone driving a Ford pickup truck registered to William R. Walker visited your office around noon and was seen entering the premises carrying what looked like a young child. Now, you are aware of the laws in this state that require caregivers, including physicians, to report possible child abuse to the proper authorities, aren't you?" she continues in an officious tone of voice that immediately stiffens my back.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, I can take your report."

"There is nothing to report," I reply curtly.

"Dr. Evans, do you deny that you treated a child in your office today?"

"No, I did treat one of my regular patients in my office earlier and did not see any indications of any child abuse," I try to say without gritting my teeth.

"Well, I would like to know the identity of the patient and the treatment that was provided," she demands, opening her notebook.

"Deputy, I'm sure that you are familiar with the provisions of the Medical Privacy Act, aren't you? I am not permitted to reveal the details you've requested without either the consent of the patient, or, in this case, the consent of a parent or legal guardian, or a court order. Do you have a court order?"

"No, I do not, but I can certainly get one," she tries to look threatening, but is too cute to scare me. "If you won't cooperate voluntarily, I will be back." With that, she pivots around on her heel, marches back to her cruiser and drives off.

Well, at least that wasn't one of the horrible scenarios that went through my head when I first saw her cruiser. "What the hell is going on here?" I wonder to myself as I call Jack. I figure that he should be home by now.

Jack

There are sandwiches and chips and pickles and cookies waiting for Ash and me when we return from Doc's. We dig in and I'm relieved to see that her appetite has returned to normal. The young lady can certainly pack it away, but, at her age, she promptly burns it off in childish activity.

"How's your head feeling, honey?" I inquire.

"I feel fine now, Papaw. Can I go out and play?"

"Doc said you can't go in the pond or engage in any rough horseplay."

"Awwww," she moans, with a look of profound disappointment on her little face that doesn't last more than an instant as another idea strikes her. Her outlook suddenly brightens and she pleads, "Can I help Maria clean house, then?"

"Well," I hesitate, bluffing all the way, "maybe Maria could use some help. Why don't you go see. Walk, don't run!"

She slows her pace until she is out of my sight and then takes off at a gallop, not realizing that I can hear her little footsteps on the wooden floor. I just chuckle. My cell phone starts to chirp. It's Doc. I wonder what he wants.

"Hi, Doc. Haven't seen you in ages," I answer jokingly.

"Whose truck were you driving this morning?" he demands without any prologue.

"My neighbor, Billy Walker's," I answer

"Ah. That's where the name William R. Walker came from," he says with what sounds like relief, confusing me completely. "There was a Deputy Cynthia Dowd waiting in the parking lot when I closed up the office and she started asking me all sorts of questions about an office visit by William R Walker involving possible child abuse. When I told her that I didn't know any William R. Walker, she got uppity and demanding. When I told her that I had treated a patient today and hadn't seen any signs of abuse, she demanded to know the particulars."

"What did you tell her?" I ask.

"I wasn't about to tell the bitch anything that I didn't have to! Told her to get a court order. She rubbed me the wrong way," Doc fumes.

"And what did she do?" I wonder aloud.

"She got in her cruiser and left," Doc replies. "I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you."

"Well, I do worry that I may have gotten my neighbor involved with the authorities."

"Hmmm, yeah. I can see your point. Maybe I should turn myself in and confess everything," he considers.

"No, don't do that. I'll call Ron and see what he thinks we should do."

"That lawyer dude that you're sponsoring?" Doc asks. "How's he doing?"

"Really well, for someone who's only been sober for a little over a year. As a matter of fact, he's doing better than I was when I was that new in the program," I confess.

"Well, I hope we don't need his professional services," Doc says, before we exchange good-byes and hang up. I go looking for Billy to tell him what has happened.

Annie and Lucy are lying out in the sun on the chaise lounges with baby John's playpen set up between them. Little John is playing quietly in the contraption, shaded by a blanket spread over the top of it. Laura is sitting in a resin chair wearing her sombrero. She's turned such that the sombrero almost completely shades her from the sun. The ladies are chattering away happily and the twins are playing on the beach. All accounted for except for Billy. I wonder momentarily if he might have volunteered to help Maria with her chores.

I'm actually relieved when my sweet naked helpmate informs me that Billy and Lucy volunteered to provide ten pounds of homemade pork BBQ for dinner. Billy had driven off to retrieve the food from their home while Ash and I were eating lunch. Included in the offer are the ingredients for home baked rolls that Lucy is going to fix and some fresh cabbage from their garden for slaw. Lucy explains that she had taken a bucket of the fully cooked BBQ out of the freezer this morning to thaw for their dinner for tomorrow night and Billy was just going to set out another one from the freezer to replace the one he was bringing.

"He should be back shortly," Lucy guesses.

Then a horrible thought hits me and I ask the wrong question, "Did he get dressed before he left?"

"Nope. His shirt's in the wash and we just live down the road. He didn't figure he'd need to," says Lucy and I start to imagine all sorts of possible scenarios. "Maybe I do need to call Ron, after all," I consider to myself, looking for my cell phone.

Cindy

That Doctor Evans certainly was rude. I wonder what he's got to hide. His body language was all wrong when I first approached him. Miss Matthews was very detailed and specific in her report of what she saw. An older man carrying what looked to be a child wrapped in a towel into the good doctor's office and subsequently carrying the same sized figure back out of the office and driving off. And they went in the side door instead of the front as if they had something to hide. And she was adamant that the man was stark naked. This is too bizarre.