At this key junction I will stop and add a new touch to my retelling of this medical exam all those years ago. You will enjoy the memories from two different perspectives!
The important pre-death exercise with my mum in getting her memories orally and then transcribing them got me ready for doing my Auntie Rosie. Now she actually typed her own with my constant questioning which then prepared me for the most crucial, my dad's memoirs.
Dad and his sister Rosie's work overlapped a few years since she died first and he lived on. I was able to read his work, tough since it was in his antique-style handwriting, but I could share with him various thoughts mum or Rosie had shed on a particular event and then ask for his memories and further explanations. By then dad knew of my serious voyeurism and my years of spying on his and mum's sex life. So I too could ask questions and get his insights. We got much done before he died.
I read through my dad's memoirs at one stage and he had omitted Doc Filbert and his wife and I retold him of my day listening and peeping at that odd Saturday exam session.
Dad smiled and laughed. He was always a wonderful character and loved my overzealous interest in his sexual life.
He admitted he had no idea I was listening let alone peeping through an old keyhole. And He also confessed that my being there was slightly off-putting at first. Knowing I was there in the house made him start out jittery but as things progressed in the exam room he found a sort of sexual high developing knowing I was just nearby. The idea of me just out of earshot as they did things to him, well...it made him even harder! How truly delicious!
I told dad how much I loved the whole thing, the whole idea of this sex role-play and his desire to please all when involved. I encouraged dad to just tell me all he remembered from that day; at that point it must have been near 40 years ago.
I, by now, was his dominant female and looked much like mum in all the key ways apart from my figure. He said he'd do his best and we'd compare notes once he'd done it.
I loved his approach to writing; he just let it all hang out! Dad, the key player in all shared his experiences with me. He spoke from his point of view like a master. Not like Auntie Rosie who wrote to me as if in a private letter to a dear friend. Dad just spoke in his writing like it was a big confession and he must tell all while he could recall things clearly. I was happy with that style and he used it through all his memoirs.
So as I was building up to orgasm number two back in 1973, I shall add what dad recalled from inside the exam room in his words. He was not as prone to ruby coloured spectacles as I was and he speaks his mind with no hesitation. I miss him very much!
Dad's memories of that day in 1973 from the point when he lay upon the faux exam table:
"The whole thing was frustrating at best. I like role-play but I found this guy, Filbert, to be playing it too hard. The idea he kept the mask on throughout was rather a tad bit creepy.
And his busty wife, playing the nurse, she very much a vampire type character in the way she treated me. She wore the trousers around there like Miriam did in our home. And I felt aroused at the idea of being exposed, a very big turn on for me. I also did not mind the praise about my body. I got that a lot from both men and women. So having the full attention of both did win out in the end and I grew more relaxed. They kept up the faux medical banter throughout.
The point when Filbert began feeling my inner organs, Hell, I thought he would squeeze my liver into my lungs. He was so aggressive; he felt every bloody organ in my abdomen he could reach! And then, she (the nurse) would say something and tweak my nipple playfully as she stood by. It did make my nipple hard and I think that pleased her. I found the hands of the doctor very warm to be honest, not cold or clammy.
He had big meaty fingers I can recall, really huge. He was a big fellow. His eyes over the mask seemed very lively and like a Santa Clause, more jolly than menacing. He did make me feel at ease in a way she (the nurse) did not do. I felt like she'd eat my kidneys raw if given half the chance.
I did get hard with all the nipple tweaks and body exploring. I knew I was very erect inside the underwear. I wondered if they could see how big I was. I was really big and I knew I was leaking pre-cum since I could feel it oozing out.
The pulling off of the briefs moved the whole event from tame to intense for me. I was now exposed except, as Candy reminded me, my socks were still on. I think I left them on purely because the metal felt cold in the gynaecological-style feet holders. I had never been in anything like those before.
I know Candy loves the sock and foot thing and many do. My big sister Rosie loved my feet and socks as well. I am not affected and only do what others find sexy or fun. Bare feet or socks, it's no matter to me. But folks like my size 10 feet! I do think at one point the doctor stroked my socked feet with his meaty fingers and admired the shapeliness and contours. He may have sniffed at them, too! You have to love people's unique fetishes!
I recall the old couple was really amazed at my cock. Lots of chat and praise! This only made me bigger as you can well imagine. I let them go on and on. And then, of course, the doctor wanted to examine it. The nurse looked down hungrily and I knew she'd have a feel, too.
The doctor used no gloves; he just grabbed my cock midway and wiggled it about. It was very hard and it did not wiggle much. No hard-on pills for me. I was a natural and kept my bone until I came and then it became a bit more of an effort staying hard.
He played with it, felt it, and squeezed it. Pulled the skin back, saw the oozing and it dribbled all down on his hand which he loved. The nurse poked the head with her fingernail, which was long, it went down my slit. It ached but it felt glorious and my cock thrummed with vigour anew. I like a bit of pain and she knew it.
So they carried on, pulling the skin and massaging the girth and feeling the exposed knob. They made sure the skin rolled way back to the point of me yelping like a poked pig. I bet that Candy heard that! Then he worked my balls, felt them one by one. She reached in and squeezed the hell out of them. More yelping from me to be sure!
But my cock stayed hard, like a rock. And then he grabbed his tools from a tray, not real medical tools mind you. He began with this little metal wheel on a stick used for making pastry crust pretty, a pastry wheel I think. He rolled the bloody thing all over my furry chest, down my tummy. Damn thing got tangled in my pubic hairs, he just pulled it free. I near screamed again. He rolled the wheel all up and down the front of my cock, made lots of little lines, not cuts, but they felt like burns. Sexy but scary really. It made me very juicy and she (the nurse) kept scooping it up and exploring it with her fingertips. She pulled her fingers apart and it was all gooey and stringy.
He just kept rolling the wheel around my bits. I wiggled about, it hurt but in a good way. I think my feet must have bounced around like a madman. I kept them in the foot holders as I played my part as the passive patient.
