Playing with Her Doctors Read online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
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“Wait wait, we need a condom!” he squealed. That was true. I was on the pill, but additional protection is always good. He scrabbled in a drawer and managed to sheath himself in plastic somewhat awkwardly. His tiny penis quivered below my thighs, waiting to impale me.

“Go on,” he breathed, leaning back and looking at me with worshipful eyes.

I sighed a bit, but then pulled my panties to the side once more and began lowering myself onto his shaft. It was underwhelming, to say the least. It was like sitting on a pencil, or the tiniest dildo in your collection. Or imagine a teen-size tampon. That’s what was going into me.

I smiled tightly and slowly pulled up before sliding my hips down again. I half expected Rob to ejaculate fully right then and there, but instead his eyes popped open and he stared at me in the dark.

“I don’t feel anything,” he said in a confused voice.

What? How could that be? I’d felt it go in, and while he certainly didn’t have the biggest cock, he was definitely in there.

“What do you mean?” I asked while pulling up and sliding down again. Yes, this was definitely sex. We were going through the motions.

But Rob merely held still and shook his head again.

“No, no, I don’t feel anything. I mean, I feel that you’re there, and that something’s happening, but it’s not tight, you know? It’s warm and squishy, but it’s not hugging my dick.”

Now I stared at him.

“You’re not getting enough friction?” I asked, unamused.

He shrugged.

“I don’t think so. No, definitely not. Maybe your pussy is too big.”

I bit back a sharp retort. It wasn’t my pussy, it was his puny size. But in the interest of concluding this as quickly as possible, I raised and lowered myself a few more times.

“Is that better?” I asked. “Could it be the condom? You know, if those things aren’t sized right, they can ruin the entire experience.” I’d seen Rob rip open a condom packet with the words “Magnum XL” on it, so it was completely possible that he’d misjudged himself.

But Rob wouldn’t listen to reason.

“No,” he said stubbornly. “It’s you. Your pussy is stretched out from giving birth and who knows what else. You’re loose and floppy down there like an old lady.”

I stopped moving and merely stared at him, his dick still embedded in my waiting twat.

“Are you kidding me?”

This time, Rob took things into his own hands. He literally pushed me off his dick so that I bounced onto the mattress, surprised. Then he got up and re-fastened his fly, standing over me with a superior look on his face.

“I don’t think we’re a match, Bethany,” he proclaimed. “Some girls are just too big down there, and you’re one of them. I need someone younger, tighter, and maybe who hasn’t given birth yet. You’re just … used, is the best way to put it. I’m sorry, Bethany, but I think you should leave now.”

I gaped up at him for a moment before scrabbling to my feet and pulling my clothes on. This guy was clearly off his rocker. First, it wasn’t my pussy that was the wrong size, it was his dick. Had he ever been in the men’s locker room? Didn’t he realize that he was seriously tiny compared to his friends and teammates?

Second, it was just so insulting to think that I’d gotten stretched out somehow by labor and delivery. For his information, there are women who’ve given birth to more than five kids, and who are still as tight down there as when they were sixteen. The female form is incredibly flexible and elastic, and just because we passed something the size of a watermelon through our pussies doesn’t mean that we don’t bounce back in shape.

Stunned from Rob’s reaction, I threw on my clothes, grabbed my purse, and ran for the door.

“I’m sorry, Bethany,” his voice called out from behind me. “But we’re just not a fit. Maybe you’ll meet someone else on DatingTime.”

I didn’t even bother to turn around. Clearly, we weren’t a fit even in the literal sense. His tiny dick couldn’t find purchase in my pussy, and neither of us enjoyed the encounter at all. I was better off without him, and without saying a word, I ran out and let the door slam behind me with my purse in hand. Good riddance because I was onto bigger and better things, no pun intended.

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Bethany

Well, that encounter leads me to where I am now. Standing in front of a mirror scrutinizing myself. Again, my tummy is a tiny bit poochy and my ass has definitely gotten bigger in terms of curvature. But it’s okay. This is what a real woman looks like, and not what magazines and media depict.

However, Rob’s words echo in my head. Is it possible that my pussy somehow got stretched out during birth, and is now loosey-goosey and no good? I shake my head no, but doubts overcome me. After all, his reasoning sounds logical. I passed a nine-pound baby through my vagina, and it hurt. I felt like I was passing a giant boulder through my tiniest opening, and even though the hospital gave me drugs, it wasn’t enough. So it makes sense that somehow, things didn’t snap back into place afterwards. Maybe there’s truth to his words?


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