Dear Diary – Chapter 1

I was 16 when it all started, the legal age for sex in the UK. I am petite, slim ish, dark brown hair and currently in 6th form at a private school, boarding Monday to Fridays.

I had become sexually aware around 14, I learnt how sensitive my nipples were, getting a buzz from scratching my nail over the tip, squeezing and rolling the tightened teat sent signals down to my pussy. This then became tingly and wet, on exploring with my fingers, sliding my juices all over my pussy and discovered my clit. It didn’t take long to learn that that tiny little bundle of nerves was the gateway to Nirvana and I would spend hours under the bedclothes and in the shower giving myself orgasms.

In the late summer before going off to boarding school my mother made an appointment at the Doctors for me to have a health check, I was having problems with heavy periods and I was hoping they could do something to help with that also. The appointment was made for 5.40pm.

I made my way to the Doctors on my own, I was headstrong, considered myself an adult and didn’t need mother holding my hand. I checked on the touch screen, mentally noted my appointment was with the locum Dr Jarvis and went and sat down in the waiting room. I idly flicked through the usual boring magazines and watched the clock tick to past 6 and wondered if I would ever get seen.

The receptionist finally apologised for the delay and took to me to the Doctor’s room. As she introduced me, she told Dr Jarvis that she was leaving for the day and could he lock up. Dr Jarvis was an elderly gentleman, white hair, spectacles, tall and slim. He sat me down and went through the procedure of the health check, eyes, ears, blood pressure and asked me to stand up and lift the back of my blouse to listen to my breathing.

I wasn’t wearing a bra but didn’t think anything of it as he moved his cold stethoscope around my back listening to my breathing until he moved to my front and asked me to unbutton my blouse. His eyes seemed drawn to my chest as I undid the final button and pulled the material apart revealing my half grapefruit size breasts to him.

His eyes seemed to stare lustfully at my little titties as he ran is tongue over his top lip, I don’t know if it was the cool air or his attentions but my nipples tightened into achey nubs. He moved the stethoscope just above my tits on both sides but as he did the cuffs on his white coat rubbed against my nipples sending sparks of electricity down to my pussy. I couldn’t help myself and gasped quietly my pussy starting to become wet.

As he appeared finished, I started to re button my blouse, he asked is there was anything else and I brought up the subject of my heavy periods. He hesitated and then explained he would have to give me a full examination but the nurse who acts as chaperone had finished for the day. I explained that I was returning to boarding school at the weekend and therefore this was my only opportunity to see him.
He then said if I was happy for there not to be a chaperone he could continue and asked me go behind the curtain, remove all my clothes, lay down on the examining table and cover myself with the blanket provided.

I stripped off, placed my clothes on the chair by the side of the bed, as I pulled my panties down, the crotch was so wet it stuck to my pussy, I wanted to wipe myself but could not see anything to do it with. I had just got myself covered when he asked if it was okay to come in, which I agreed.

He came to my side and peeled back the blanket down to my waist, explaining how he went as to the importance of examining my breasts for any signs of cancer. He poked and prodded all round the sides feeling for any abnormalities, my nipples had once again hardened, enflaming my pussy as once again his cuffs rubbed against them.

Dr Jarvis then tweaked both my nipples, commenting on how sensitive they seemed to be, I couldn’t help but moan, I felt really turned on being naked in front of him, I had no idea why! He moved down the bed removing the blanket all the way off my feet, swung the stirrups round and inserted my feet. He then removed the bottom half of the table. I was now presented to him in all my glory, my pussy split wide open revealing my wet gash, my arse right at the edge of the end of the table.

I wasn’t the remotest bit embarrassed, his eyes positively gleamed as he examined my pussy and for some bizarre reason, I was all the more turned on by this old man’s attention. He pressed fingertips over my abdomen, feeling and moving around until he came to my pussy lips then he reached up and pulled down this huge spotlight thing, switching it on, bathing my cunt in bright light.

He pulled my pussy lips apart and slid two fingers into my cunt, his digits feeling around. He asked if I would still a virgin as he could not feel my hymen, I took perverse delight in explaining that I had inserted a hairbrush handle and a carrot up into my vagina numerous times. What on earth came over me to say this I do not know! All I knew was, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him as aroused as I was.

His fingers started to slide in and out of my cunt, I was so wet, the squishy sounds echoing around the room, his tempo increasing as his other hand started to rub my clit in a circular motion. I moaned in appreciation, tilting my hips upwards to meet his wonderful motions, my head thrown back in sheer bliss.

All of a sudden he stopped what he was doing and moved round to between my legs and sat on a stool with wheels. He now had his face directly looking into my gaping pussy and I could feel his breath on my thighs as he moved closer and closer until he licked me from my arsehole all the way up to my clit! I nearly shot up off the table from the sensations is caused.

There was no stopping him then, he clamped his mouth over my clit, sucking, chewing and flicking his tongue over my joyous bundle of nerves and jammed his fingers into my cunt and finger fucked me hard. I don’t know what turned me on more, his groaning and slurping or the squelching noises as his knuckles bashed against my cunt opening has his fingers pounded me. It didn’t take long for me to come which a raucous scream. I had never felt anything like it, my cunt walls clamped on his fingers, trying to milk them as they continued to pump into me.

Before I had had time to recover, he stood up and kicked the stool away, opened his white coat, unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor. It was his belt buckle clanging on the tiled floor that roused me and as I looked up he was stroking his cock. It didn’t seem particularly fat, just long and was dripping juices from the tip as he shuffled forwards and stroked the end up and down my frothy slit.

Groaning he sank his cock into me all the way to the hilt, I gasped at the discomfort as my cunt tried to accommodate the intrusion, although painful it was good in a funny way. Dr Jarvis the proceeded to fuck my like a jackhammer, pumping his cock in and out as fast and as hard as he could. Holding my hip for leverage with one hand and the other rubbing my clit over and over until I came again and again.

I didn’t discover until later in my experiences that he lasted quite a long time before he slid his cock out and spat ropes of come all over my belly and clit. His spunk felt molten landing on my sensitive cunt. Once he’d finished cumming he stood over me, massaging his dick in the mess he’d made on me, sliding back and forth spreading his goo all over my tummy.

Once he’d come out of his post orgasmic haze he hastily pulled his trousers up, zipped up and turned away saying I was good to go, he would prescribe the contraceptive pill and I could collect if from the pharmacy the following day.

I had no choice but to get dressed over my spunk covered belly and leave the surgery but that experience left its mark on me for a long long time. I had started to realise I craved old men, I wanted the desperateness with which they worshipped a young body, it gave me the attention I so desperately liked in my twisted mind.