Jenny and Brummie by Panther Jenny always wondered why so many doctors hang out at bars. And why did they never minded giving free checkups to anyone..well really to Jenny only. But being the good natured girl she is, Jenny always considered it to be human altruism. She has lost count how many times she got free emergency "mammarygram" or something to check breast cancer in a bar. When Suki found Jenny thrusting her boobs at a man wearing a coverall labeled Wal-Mart who was fondling her boobs gleefully, she had to ask. -"Why did you think he was a doctor Jenny?" Jenny showed him a beer mat with some scrawled illegible writing on. "See, he said doctors were famous for having awful writing and then he wrote down my name. And I definitely can't read it," she'd justified. -"And why would he need to suck on your boobs while kneading it like a milkman?" -"Thats what the mammo..mammarypath..mammarygram test is silly. All the doctors, even my dentist does it every time I visit him." Suki had a dangerous gleam in her eyes when she dropped Jenny home that evening. The doorbell rang early the next morning. Jenny was still sleeping soundly in her bed. The bell rang again. Eventually the door eased open a crack and a sleepy eyed head poked out. 'Yes?' came the querulous enquiry. "Good morning, madam," he said, "I'm Doctor Brummie from the Center for Disease Control. Can I have a few minutes of your time?", the smiling young man in a white lab coat was standing there. An official looking photo ID badge was pinned to the breast pocket and he carried a black bag. The object of his query pulled the door further open until he could see her fully. With her mind still half asleep she had answered the door still dressed in her night attire which consisted today of a long sheer negligee and nothing else. The only things spoiling the erotic vision of loveliness was the slightly mussed hair and the pair of fluffy pink carpet slippers on her feet. They had kittens on them. Jenny realized that he could see just about everything through her negligee so was trying to hide herself behind the door. "I'm not dressed," she said, "let me grab my robe." "Actually, madam, that's not necessary. I'm a doctor. No need to be embarrassed." "Oh, Ok then" she said. "Please come in, Doctor." Jenny invited him to kitchen where he opened his bag and held out a letter and contrived to drop it just as she reached to take it then apologized. Jenny stooped to retrieve it and he was treated to a view straight down her cleavage of a vertigo inducing canyon created out of soft pink flesh. Her movements made her breasts undulate delightfully setting both rippling. The letter was on a official looking stationary and was full of long hard words and gibberish in very tiny prints. Jenny squinted at it for a few moments and then took it near the windows to read better. Dr. Brummie got a look at her back. The negligee failed miserably to hide her wonderful figure. The long slender and well defined back and her mile long athletic legs, still attractive despite the flat kitten slippers. But it was her butt that drew his gaze. It seemed to have a life of its own as she walked away from him, soft plump hemispheres undulating gently. Jenny tried for couple of minutes to read the letter and failed utterly. It was too bloody hard. She turned back intending to ask the doctor instead. This time the doctor was able to study her front view as she walked back toward him. Her legs were just as good from the front as they had been from the rear. His gaze rose slowly up to the tiny ruby triangle of lacy material that covered her womanhood. He imagined the slit hidden beneath. The entrance to heaven for any man. Up over her flat stomach with its vague outlines of muscle tone showing she worked out regularly. Then his gaze completed its journey full circle around her body returning to her enormous spherical breasts. The gently bouncing twins were barely concealed by the low-slung bodice of the negligee. "What is it Doctor?" Jenny asked a bit sheepishly, "I could not read this letter, its so hard". "No worries Ma'am. We have a serious health threat. The threat is confined to women and we believe only to women in this area. Recently a large shipment of women's underwear manufactured in China was distributed to department stores in this area. We believe that an infectious parasite was imported with this shipment and has already infected several women. We'd like to stop this thing in its tracks so we're going door to door to find out who might be at risk." "Oh, my," she replied. "That's awful. It's wonderful that you're doing this. I always told Suki that we had some wonderful doctors. What can I do to help?" "If you could just answer a few questions, hopefully we can rule you out as a potential victim, Miss.....?" "Richards, but why don't you call me Jenny, Doctor Brummie?" "OK, Jenny," he answered with a charming smile. "Now do you remember if you bought any panties in the last couple of months or so?" "Well, yes, I have. I buy new panties every week. I always seem to be losing them." A look of concern came over his face. "Did you buy them locally?" "Yes, Doctor. Oh my, do you think they were contaminated?" "I'll have to have a look at them, Jenny. We know the labels belonging to the suspect garments so I can tell right away if you're at risk." "OK, Doctor, why don't you come to my bedroom and I'll show you" Jenny said brightly. When we reached the bedroom Jenny opened the drawer and he began rummaging around. He pulled out each pair and inspected the labels. Once in a while he would set a pair of panties aside on the dresser. When he was finished he scooped up the six pairs and placed them in a clear plastic Ziploc bag he had pulled from his black bag. "These are definitely from the shipment concerned. I'm afraid I have to confiscate these for testing. But don't worry; I'll give you a receipt. They will be returned to you when all this is over and we have cleared them of any possible contamination." He pulled a marker from his pocket and wrote Jenny's name on the Ziploc bag. Jenny was relieved. "Some of those are my favorite panties," she told him. He smiled and we returned to the kitchen. "Now, about the panties you have on right now," he said. "I'll have to check those. Why don't you just bend over the table here and I'll quickly check the label." Jenny obediently bent over and presented her ass towards the good doctor. Biting his lip to stop himself groaning out loud he watched as she bent further forward stretching the chiffon negligee across her perfect behind. It was all he could do to stop himself from kneeling, grabbing her hips, and burying his face between her cheeks. Jenny felt him grab the waistband of her sheer ruby panties and roll it back to view the label." Bad news, I'm afraid," he said. "These have to come with me." Jenny went to stand up to take them off but he quickly offered to do it, so Jenny bent over again and let him slide her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. "Can I stand up now?" Jenny asked. "Of course," he said. "I'm really sorry to put you through this, but it is necessary. I hope you understand." "Oh, of course, Doctor," Jenny replied sweetly. "Now that we know for sure that you have worn the contaminated panties, I have to do a quick test to see if you've picked up an infection from the parasite. It's a simple test; I just take a saliva sample from your mouth with this special instrument. It's a new technology and the instrument is large and can frighten some people. So just close your eyes till I tell you the test is over." Jenny sat down obediently as he directed her and opened her mouth wide. Jenny sensed him standing in front of her. "OK here it comes, Jenny. Open wide and coat it with as much saliva as you can. It will swell somewhat as it absorbs the saliva, so don't be alarmed. It would go smoother and give better results if you suck it like an ice-pop" Jenny felt the instrument enter her mouth and he wasn't kidding! It was very large and had a fleshy taste. She did as he told her and tried to get as much spit on it as she could. She felt it start to grow in her mouth and as it did he began to work it back and forth. Jenny assumed he was trying to gather as much saliva as he could and tried to help him by sucking it as much as she can. At one point he pushed it in too far and she gagged. "Sorry Jenny. Just want to get an accurate reading. OK I'm going to remove the instrument now, but just keep your eyes closed and relax for a minute." Jenny felt the large instrument pull from her mouth. After a few seconds he told her to open her eyes. "How do you feel?" he asked me. "I'm fine," Jenny replied. To be honest she felt a little flushed and wasn't sure why. He had removed a vial from his bag and was shaking the contents. "Just combining your saliva with this test mixture, Jenny, it'll just take a second. Uh-oh. More bad news. Looks like you've definitely picked up this parasite" "Oh my God!" Jenny shrieked. "What does that mean? Is it fatal?" He started to laugh. "Heavens, no, Jenny. It can give you a bad vaginal infection, but we already have the antibiotics to kill it. I'm going to give you a shot right now and it will most likely fix your problem immediately." Jenny was relieved until the doctor positioned her over the table again, and flipped up the back of her negligee. "Am I getting the shot in my butt?" she asked. "Can't I get it in the arm?" "Oh, no, you misunderstood" he replied. "The antibiotic is in liquid form and I need to apply it directly to the site of the infection in the vagina. I'll be using a large pumping syringe and I'll have to pump it while it's inserted in your vagina to ensure I get enough pressure. I need to know that the antibiotic gets all the way up to attack the infection in case it has spread." "OK Doctor. I'm a little nervous, I can tell you." "Please don't be, Jenny. I'll be as gentle as possible. I've treated several women in this area and they all said afterwards that they found it pleasurable instead of painful!" He positioned himself behind her and placed one hand on her lower back. "Close your eyes, Jenny; this is going to take some time" Jenny felt him position the syringe at the entrance to her pussy and slowly push it in. To her surprise it felt quite warm and not cold as she had expected. My God, Jenny thought, it's a huge syringe! But she was determined to be a good patient and said nothing. He worked it further into her pussy. Jenny realized that what he had said earlier was true. It was starting to feel really good! Modern medicine sure is wonderful. Jenny felt so full down there. That syringe had to be at least 10" long! "OK Jenny, I have the syringe fully inserted now. How do you feel, are you OK?" "Yes, Doctor," she replied somewhat breathlessly. "Now I have to pump the syringe a little to get the pressure up, Jenny. Are you ready? It'll all be over soon." "I’m ready Doctor." He pulled the syringe out an inch or so and slowly pushed it back in. it resisted all the way into her tight pussy. He repeated this a few times, then gradually increased the speed of his pumping till the syringe was driving in and out of her pussy like a piston. Jenny realized she was grasping the edges of the table and sweating. He was right, it felt good. "Your vagina is very tight Jenny. I need to have a better grip. Do you mind if I hold on to your breasts Jenny?" "No...not at all doctor", Jenny squeaked. Dr. Brummie grabbed both her boobs started pistoning harder. In the empty meadow that is Jenny's brain a single thought sparked and then doused out by the wet thoughts about the happenings in her groin. How did the doctor pumped the syringe with both his hands full with our delectable heroine's abundant mammary? Soon, the doctor's speed started to stagger as the syringe started to buck inside Jenny. Jenny cried out in ecstasy and at the same moment felt the syringe spurt its contents deep into her vagina. It spurted a few times and then she felt it gradually withdraw. In the empty meadow that is Jenny's brain another thought sparked and then doused out again. If the infection is in her vagina why did the good doctor pump his medicine so deep inside her, almost in her fertile womb then? She heard him fussing about behind her zipping up his bag. Then he instructed her to get up. When Jenny turned around, she was a little embarrassed about having cried out like that. He gave her a warm smile. Jenny noticed he had beads of sweat on his forehead. "Are you OK, Doctor?," she asked. "You look a little flushed." "So do you," he said, "but don't worry, I'm fine. It just takes some effort to pump that syringe. How about you, Jenny, how do you feel?" "Actually, Doctor, I feel great. I wish all medical procedures made me feel like that. But now I have to go buy some more underwear. I can't even begin to tell you how difficult it is to find underwear in correct size." Jenny said panting as she dabbed the sweats of her breasts with a napkin. She was sitting naked in the kitchen with doctor's medicine slowly dripping out of her vagina. Suddenly the doctor seemed to have trouble breathing. He put his bag gingerly on his lap and thought for a few moments. Jenny lifted one of her massive breasts and started to dab underneath it. "Have you ever measured yourself with a professional Bra-Salesman ever, Jenny?", Dr. Brummie asked. "Bra Salesman? No I am sorry doctor. I do not know anyone. Do you know someone?", Jenny asked hopefully with her large eyes wide open and her breasts quivering. "Yes, I'm one", the doctor gave an embarrassed laugh. "The NHS does not pay much so I also got a degree in Bra Fitting from University of Fittington. I can help you." "Ohh, great. Thank you doctor!!” Jenny jumped up and clapped happily. This did wonderful things to her body and the doctor adjusted his bag on lap again. Dr. Brummie rummaged in his black bag and found a old measuring tape, though he would have been hard pressed to explain why he was carrying it. The doctor took a deep breath and said, "Please put your hands over your head ma'am and let's get a measurement." Jenny put her hands over her head as asked. The doctor imagined what it would be like to press his entire face into those gigantic jugs of hers and slide his tongue over every inch of her massive mammary. "Ok, ready when you are." She said appreciatively. Dr. Brummie tried to adjust his pants nonchalantly, so that his rock hard cock would have some place to go. He reached around her and pulled the measuring tape around her chest and over her hardened nipples. Of course, the measuring tape being so old most of the labels had wore out and it was not practically possible to measure anything with that. He could hear the hope in her voice as she said, "So what cup size do you think I need?" "Hrmm," he said. "I'm not really sure. I need to feel the shape of your breasts in order to determine the proper cup size." She nodded her approval, "Do whatever you have to do!" The doctor gently squeezed her tits and bobbed his hands around so that her breasts would jiggle right in front of his face. The skin on the underside of her breasts was so velvety soft and so smooth. "It's hard to say, can you turn around and put your arms over your head?" "Anything you need, I really appreciate your doing this!" she said thankfully as she kept her arms over her head. With her back to him now, Dr. Brummie reached around and began kneading her breasts. "You say you're wearing an F now?” the doctor asked while squeezing her tits. "That's right." Jenny said smiling sweetly. "Hrmm, that's interesting," he said thoughtfully. "Can you turn around again, but this time put your hands behind you as far back as you can?" "Sure!" She did so, and now those luscious tits of hers were sticking out. He moved his hands all over those incredible boobs of hers. he tried to look professional as he stared at those luscious breasts and continued to squeeze them. "Hrmm," Dr. Brummie pondered. "I think you actually need an FF." "Well that's good to know! Thank you so much!" She was so excited that she bounced a little; just enough to make those enormous breasts of hers sway and shake. "Glad to be of help." Then a thought occurred to him that was monumentally ridiculous. "Now let's talk about your panties." "My panties? What about them?" She said with hesitation. "Well, what do you normally buy? How do these feel?", he was looking down at the ruby thong she was wearing before he pumped his medicine inside her. "I usually buy mediums," she said with some confidence, "which are a little tight, now that you mention it. But that's how they're supposed to be, right?" "Sometimes. But not always. Sometimes not. It depends. It's important for them to be sized properly as well. How long has it been since you had your pussy sized?" Her eyes grew wide with alarm. "My pussy? I've NEVER had my pussy sized!" Dr. Brummie made a look of surprise. "You've NEVER been sized? Wow!" "No!" she said shocked, "I never knew I needed to have it sized. Can you do that too? What do you want me to do now?" "Of course, ma'am. I am happy to be of service. Just hold still" The doctor reached down and pressed his hand into her crotch and began feeling her pussy. It was heavenly soft, and a little damp from the syringe he pushed earlier. But as he put his hand into her crotch and began rubbing the outside of her clit, she smiled with the satisfaction that she was finally getting her pussy sized the way she should have done. He rubbed her a few times and then inserted two of his fingers into her twat. She was still smiling, but she tensed a little. "Ma'am, could you spread your legs apart? And try to relax." And he gave her the biggest, most reassuring smile he could, and she nodded at me. "Just take a deep breath and remember, I'm a professional." She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, and he stared at her chest as her massive tits lifted and fell. The doctor kept pushing his fingers in and out of her cunt, and he could feel her become wet. Her cheeks became flushed with embarrassment, "I am so sorry," she said as if she were worrying about offending him. "It's ok, this happens all the time. Just try to be still." He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her a little more quickly now, and could feel the inside of her vagina swelling with stimulation. She was starting to breathe faster and her mouth was open and gasping for air, which made her immense tits shudder. "I'm not sure I'm getting an accurate measurement this way, do you mind if I try something else?" She was still gasping for air, "Sure, whatever you need to do." "Then please bend over at the waist so that I can determine how deep you are. I will use another instrument similar to the last one. Please keep your eyes closed." Dr. Brummie unzipped his pants and unleashed his engorged cock again. He kept one hand on her buttock and used the other to insert his dick into her cunt. She moaned with approval, and he started thrusting himself into her. His hands dug into her soft hips and he pulled her pelvis towards him and shoved his swollen cock into her repeatedly. Dr. Brummie repeated the motion, pulling back and then shooting forward again into her quivering wet pussy. Each thrust was reward with a deep moan from the gorgeous woman. Jenny’s heart raced as Dr. Brummie collided into her again and again, every other smash driving her head long into a quick, but mind numbing orgasm. She barely managed to scream out her orgasm when the good doctor pushed his syringe inside her. But this time he seems to be taking longer. Perhaps because it is different instrument. The orgasms came back to back, a tingling sensation that started in her pussy and then spread to the rest of her body. The several minutes he’d spent bashing into her pussy could have been one long orgasm as far as she knew. “AH! AAAAGH! AH! GOD! OH! AAGH!” Jenny yelped and hollered under the hard pounding, her ass rippling and her legs shaking with each belly-deep thrust. He buried his cock in her pussy and shot jet after jet of sperm into her womb. Her eyes flew open in awe and her pussy clamped down so tight around his cock, he thought she'd rip it off. Jenny’s orgasm tossed her body so violently, he almost dropped her. Dr. Brummie pulled out his cock out of Jenny's heavenly pussy dripping with cum. Without wasting time he zipped himself back. It took couple of minutes for Jenny to control her breathing and slowly stand up again. She looked at him with panic in her eyes. "Doctor, I am really, really sorry about this! I... I don't know what came over me, I... I didn't mean to... you know... orgasm. I am so embarrassed! Please don't be mad at me! Please!" But the doctor brushed his disheveled hair off of his sweaty scalp and put on the most forgiving look he could manage. "Ma'am, you have no need to apologize. I've been doing this a long time and this isn't the first time a woman.... you know... enjoyed herself during a measurement." She had such a look of gratitude on her face and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a hug. The doctor put his arms around her sweaty, naked body and enjoyed feeling her press those impossibly large tits into his chest. She loosened her embrace, but still had her arms around him. He looked her in the eye and told her, "Oh, and just so you know, you are a medium." After the good doctor left, Jenny went back to prepare breakfast thinking good things about the Doctor who is also a bra salesman – Brummie