Dr Dick Longman Gynecologist Ch 04

This is part four in a quasi-comic series about a gynecological team who put sexual satisfaction first for their patients, who are consenting adults. All characters are over age 18. If entirely fictional stories about fictional doctors and fictional consenting adult patients bother you, please feel free to look for other kinds of stories to read. You'll find a wealth at this site, I think. Otherwise, please enjoy.

When we last heard from Lucy Cummins, she had just finished

an amazing treatment session

with her handsome young gynecologist Dr. Dick Longman. That session had been so marvelous that she had not returned for a visit to him after some weeks had passed. The word that popped into Lucy's mind when she thought about that therapeutic experience was "ecstatic."

After they had diagnosed her gynecological problem as a need for sexual release that she was unable to find after her deadbeat husband had left her, Dick, as he insisted his patients call him, and his new gynecological partner Jack had employed their special therapeutic techniques and big tools to take her over the top to provide that missing sexual release. One orgasmic earthquake after another....

It was at that appointment that Lucy met Jack for the first time. He and Dick had been surfing buddies through med school, and were an interesting complementary team: Dick, a California surfer boy turned gynecologist who was tall, rangy, blond, and Jack -- Dr. João Pinto was his full name -- a ripped Afro-Brazilian dreamboat with melting brown eyes. And a thick, skilled tool complementing Dick's longer, equally skilled one in the double therapeutic sessions they now offered patients after Dick had brought Jack into his practice in the Oregon town in which Lucy and the two doctors lived.

What happened at that session still seemed like a dream to Lucy. After Dick introduced Jack and Jack confirmed Dick's diagnosis of Lucy's condition as an acute need for sexual release, sexual exploration, and expanding her sexual horizons, the two gynecological partners had collaborated in providing their very effective if unorthodox treatment for Lucy's current gynecological issues.

The treatment Dick and Jack offered Lucy was a threeway bedroom session in which the two virile young studs had both used their talented tools to deal with her sexual frustration, bringing her to several orgasmic earthquakes. Lucy had not yet returned for further treatment because, to be honest, she wasn't quite sure how she would handle the overflow of sexual pleasure she had experienced in that last session if her next session rivaled that last one.

A girl can go through only so many earthquakes and emerge sane and alive, right?

Both doctors were amazing, but Jack, in particular, had caught Lucy's fancy. After Dick had recommended in a previous consultation that she acquire a dildo or two to provide some between-session relief for the high, dry, and frustrated condition in which her heel of an ex-husband had left her, she had bought an enticing black one with impressive girth and had discovered that it really hit the spot, as it were, when she used it.

When she'd heard through the grapevine that Dick had brought his med-school friend Jack Pinto on board in his practice, and that Jack was an impossibly handsome Afro-Brazilian hunk with bedroom brown eyes, Lucy had decided to name her new black dildo Jack. When she met Jack and encountered his excited and very thick tool in the flesh, she realized she had named her dildo wisely. It was no substitute for the real Jack, of course, but its size, which stretched her in ways she'd never before been stretched, certainly did approximate the real thing, and make her long for more. For more therapy from both Dick and Jack, that is....

In the weeks that intervened after that memorable threeway gynecological session, Lucy had given a lot of thought to sharing the wealth, so to speak, of these two remarkable young doctors. The thought that kept cycling around in her head: what if she introduced Dick and Jack to the women at her book club?

This would be a win-win situation for everyone, wouldn't it? Dick and Jack would almost certainly pick up new patients, and her friends in the club, all of whom were, like Lucy, active, interesting, and sexually curious middle-aged women, might have the pleasure of experiencing some earthquakes of their own at the skilled hands of Dick and Jack.

Or, rather, from the skilled penises of Dick and Jack....

What gave Lucy pause to think as she mulled over this idea was the problem of logistics. The book club had twelve members, and almost all its meetings brought at least ten of those members together. Ten women hot to trot; two gynecologists hot to trot with them: the equation just didn't seem right.

Two can certainly go into ten, but wasn't five times really a bit much for one evening's presentation? A bit much for two skilled and eager young doctors who put everything they had into their innovative unconventional treatment of women's gynecological needs....

Lucy envisaged a presentation that would involve show-and-tell by Dick and Jack, a hands-on demonstration of the unique therapeutic techniques they offered their patients. Ten women were just too cumbersome for the kind of effective, intimate interactive show-and-tell session she had in mind.

What seemed more feasible was the following: she'd invite three of her closest book club friends to her house, introduce them to Dick and Jack there, and as the two doctors made a presentation about their gynecological methods, a show-and-tell session would ensue.

A good time would be had by all, Lucy herself most certainly included.

As she thought this plan through, she could see nothing but positives in it. The only downside would be if word got around to other club members that they had not been invited to this smaller meeting at Lucy's house. Since that would almost inevitably happen -- juicy gossip is, after all, the life blood of book clubs -- Lucy's plan was to tell other club members that she had hosted this first presentation by Dick and Jack in the hope that subsequent presentations would be hosted by other members for their circles of friends.

Why not expand Dick and Jack's practice and keep them busy giving several show-and-tell sessions demonstrating their therapeutic techniques to several more gatherings of women in the book club? Wealth shared is everyone's wealth. Their little book club had just read a book focusing on that very idea!

This would absolutely be fun.

Having made up her mind to host a gathering and having secured Dick and Jack's commitment to make a presentation, Lucy put her thinking cap on and, after going through the list of the eleven other members, she came up with what seemed to her an ideal group of women to take part in this gathering.

Her primary criterion as she made her selection was to choose women who were particular friends of hers, friends she frequently met for a glass of wine and some nibbles at favorite restaurants in town. These were also friends -- second criterion -- with whom she had talked confidentially about their sex lives and her own.

Or about their

non-existent

sex lives, as the case might be.... Like Lucy, the friends she chose for her Dick and Jack gathering had for some time been going through a high and dry patch in their love lives. They either had no-count husbands who did nothing to keep them sexually fulfilled, or were divorced and, as with Lucy, had not been able to find a boyfriend to meet their sexual needs.

Like Lucy, her three friends were attractive middle-aged women at the peak of their sexual lives, sensual and eager for sexual exploration, but frustrated in their search for satisfaction. Vera was married to a powerful wealthy land developer in central Oregon. For all his money and power, though, Bud Madison was, Vera didn't mind telling you, worthless in the lovemaking department. His constant flings with women younger than Vera were well-known everywhere.

Vera, a demure brunette whom most men found very sexy, was dynamite in bed, Lucy understood, and deserved much better than what Bud offered her. She deserved some Dick and Jack therapy.

Lots

of Dick and Jack therapy.

In addition to Vera Madison, Lucy invited Lillie Taormina to her gathering. Lillie, a tall, svelte, sophisticated German-born redhead, was fun to meet for a glass or two of wine and some good heart-to-heart talks. Her ex-husband Sal Taormina, owner of a chain of Italian restaurants dotted around the state, was no longer in the picture, and Lillie hadn't succeeded in finding another man to meet her needs.

Even though her marrying days were over, that didn't mean that her days to enjoy sexual fulfillment were over. Like Lucy, Lillie had been for some time now on the lookout for a suitable male partner, ideally a younger one, whose sex drive was as voracious as her own.

Sad to say, no such man had come along. All the ones she met seemed more interested in the considerable money her divorce settlement had left her than in giving her the bedroom attention she sorely needed. And Lillie was aching for release as a result.

The third friend Lucy chose for her Dick and Jack gathering, DeDe, was a firecracker. That's the word that inevitably came to Lucy's mind when she thought about her wine-and-cheese evenings with DeDe. DeDe Washington, who had formerly spent years in an intimate relationship with a mayor of a big city in the Midwest whose name Lucy didn't even know, stood out in very white, very non-diverse small-town Oregon, because she was African American.

And standing out didn't bother DeDe in the least. That's what made her a firecracker, that and a killer figure that wouldn't have been out of place on a model's runway. Her uproarious laugh, the loud

Dayum, girl!

with which she peppered conversations with Lucy in their favorite wine bar, her unabashed willingness to talk frankly about what both she and Lucy hoped to find in a sexual partner: all of these made her stand out in ways that delighted Lucy. She'd be a great addition to the evening with Dick and Jack.

So the guest list was settled and three of Lucy's closet friends had enthusiastically agreed to attend her gathering. Because Lucy's agenda for the evening included plans for some hands-on demonstrations by Dick and Jack of their recommended gynecological treatments for sexually frustrated women, Lucy took the further step of asking Vera, Lillie, and DeDe if they'd mind signing a consent form similar to the one Dick and Jack's office required women to sign before they treated them.

"Girl, what you talking about?" DeDe shot back when Lucy asked if she'd sign the form. "Of course I'll sign that damn form! You think I want to miss my chance to spend some good time with those two fine studs? Give me a pen right this minute!"

So that took care of the guest list. Now Lucy needed to turn her attention to the details of the presentation she envisaged Dick and Jack giving. She wanted the two to focus on diagnosis of the needs of sexually frustrated middle-aged women whose interest in sex remained alive in the absence of male companionship.

She also planned for Dick and Jack to talk about and demonstrate the unique therapeutic techniques they'd developed to treat this condition. That part of their presentation would be the show-and-tell part.

Having gotten Dick and Jack to agree to this presentation and issued her invitations, Lucy had a planning meeting with the two doctors to outline her agenda of the evening. "You had us hooked when you said show and tell, Lucy," Dick told her with a grin and a wink.

"Yeah, that's our forte," Jack chimed in. "Show and tell is what we do best. It's at the center of our specialized therapy for women in their prime wanting to enhance their sexual experiences."

"So you're totally on board with these plans?" Lucy replied. "Fuck yeah. Does a bear shit in the woods?" Dick responded as Jack added, "You can count on us."

"Oh, Dick," Lucy laughed in response, sighing to herself a bit when she heard the young gynecologist come out with a typical string of brash vulgarities. "Surely there's a time and a place for that language?" she wanted to say to him. But she bit her tongue as she told herself, "Boys will be boys after all, and that's what I love about Dick and Jack, their boyish energy. And how eager they are to use it to please me when they're giving me the special treatments."

And with the stage now set, the long-awaiting evening had arrived. As Lucy and her three friends sat in her living room sipping wine, the doorbell rang and in strutted the two handsome young gynecologists when Lucy opened the door. Dick and Jack made quite a splash, quite the impression on Vera, Lillie, and DeDe, and even Lucy herself, who had not previously seen them look quite so delectable.

The two doctors had decided to show up in scrubs. But these were far from ordinary scrubs. Jack had on a skin-tight coffee-colored outfit that made it hard to tell if he was even wearing any clothes at all, since the scrubs were pretty much the same color as his skin and were molded to his sculpted and pumped-up torso. Dick had chosen to sport light green scrubs that showed off his long, lean frame perfectly, with tight pants showcasing his considerable package every bit as much as Jack's form-fitting pants also did for him.

DeDe greeted the entrance of the two doctors with a whoop and an exclamation: "You didn't tell us you had ordered some fine male strippers playing doctors for this evening, girlfriend. Dayum, this night is going to be fun."

"Fun

and

educational, too, girls," Lucy said, laughing. "Dr. Longman and Dr. Pinto -- Dick and Jack to their patients -- are here to teach us. I've asked them to talk to us about how they diagnose mature women's sexual needs and about the treatments they've developed to meet those needs."

"Buckle your seatbelts. You're in for a ride. And now I'm giving the floor to Dr. Dick and Dr. Jack."

As Lucy made that brief introduction, Dick and Jack had set up an easel up in front of the women. On it were standard illustrations anyone who has taken a high-school sex ed class would recognize right away. One depicted the male reproductive system, the other the female system.

Pointing to the charts, Dick began: "Ladies, this is what we're here to talk to you about -- women and men. We intend to talk to you about what women and men are designed to do for each other. This clinical chart lays it all out, right? The penis gets erect, the male inserts it into the vaginal canal, and intercourse takes place."

"The chart also gives us a cold, clinical picture of the female anatomy. This arrow right here points to the clitoris that presides over the whole female genital area and is all about pleasure. Beneath the clit, we see the two sets of labia and the vaginal opening, the point at which the penis and vagina become one."

"But there's so much more to what goes on between men and women sexually than this stupid chart tells us. In our practice, we see a lot of attractive mature women at their sexual peak who are sexually frustrated and having difficulty finding satisfaction. My partner Jack and I have developed some highly successful techniques to help women who are struggling with this particular gynecological issue. Those techniques go way beyond this basic chart."

"We find that it helps tremendously when we assist mature ladies like yourselves to refocus your attention on your bodies and the male body and how both are arranged to give maximum pleasure to each other while also pleasing themselves. We're displaying these two charts starting with the basics because we want to help you start with one basic insight -- men and women are made to fit together and please each other -- and then to get beyond the basics with our guided assistance."

Jack then took over: "We're opening our presentation with this standard high-school chart of male and female sexual anatomy to invite you to re-encounter something you may think you already know a lot about. But what you think you know may not match what you actually know."

"All of you ladies are very familiar with vaginas, right? You each have one, after all. You've lived with a vagina your whole lives, so vaginas are old hat to you, aren't they? You may think you know all about how your vagina functions and what it can do for you and a partner. But we're going to suggest that you have more to learn."

Dick interrupted: "We don't want to shock you ladies by using everyday language, but we know damned well that you don't go around talking about penises and vaginas when you talk with each other about sex. You use terms like pussy or even cunt when you talk about your vaginas, and you talk about your partners' dicks or cocks. That's the non-clinical language we're going to switch to now as we give our presentation."

"It's the language we use in our office. As we say to our patients to make it easier for us to talk honestly with them about the sexual problems that bring them to us, 'Fuck formality in this office.' We tell our patients, 'I'm here to examine your pussy, and fuck if we're going to talk about a vagina when you don't ever use that word yourself.'"

Jack then took the floor again. "Speaking of cocks, and what you may think you know about them but may not really know, Dick and I want to start the show-and-tell part of this presentation now. Here on the easel you can see a diagram of a dick and how it functions."

"But Dick and I have brought you two real-life cocks to study, and right now, we're going to get the study underway."

Dick and Jack had rehearsed their next step in advance. As Lucy and her three friends sat watching, jaws dropping, on Lucy's sofa and love seat facing the easel and the two doctors, Dick and Jack slowly and seductively shimmied out of their skin-tight scrub pants, leaving their tops on.

"That feels more comfortable, eh, Dick?" Jack asked with a wink. "You bet, man," Dick replied. "Fuck, yeah!"

"We know you ladies are all familiar with this part of the male anatomy," Dick then said. "And you probably think you're

thoroughl

y familiar with it. You've all spent lots of time with dicks, I think it's safe to say."

"Not enough time," Vera shot back. "Not nearly enough time for me. Give me some more time!" Lillie seconded.

Laughing, Dick replied, "Instead of giving you a high-school type lecture on all the parts of a cock, how it functions -- you know all that already -- what Jack and I want to do now is to invite you to look at our equipment like you've never seen one of these before, and to ask what these things are designed to do to you and for you."

"We want you to feel free to touch, examine, ask questions. We're both red-blooded males and we won't pretend that this kind of examination isn't going to excite us -- Jack's already chubbing up over there, as you can see. Seeing us get hard is part of the presentation. We want you to study, like you've never seen it before, what happens as a cock gets aroused and ready to fuck a pussy. That's going to happen tonight, too."

"Let me ask you ladies this," Jack said. "Now that my cock is starting to stand up, you can see the head -- it's pretty big in my case -- getting even larger, right? Have you ever really studied a guy's cockhead carefully? Have you thought about why men are built this way, and why your pussies are constructed the way they are? Have you thought about what the head of a cock is designed to do to your pussy and vice versa?"

"Not really," Lucy replied immediately. "I think all of us are just focused on what that beautiful thing does for us once it gets inside us. I'd like to hear more about what you mean when you talk about it being constructed specially for a pussy and what a pussy is designed to do to it."