The Doctor in the Village
Dr Sharaf was quite content in his practice in Keli Rumhanwadi. The village was small, but served a larger rural community and, as he was the only doctor within sixty kms, his practice was full. He was in his forties, and had been practicing medicine in Keli Rumhanwadi for almost twenty years. This was by virtue of his good fortune in being assigned to Keli Rumhanwadi’s previous doctor, Amil Mishra during his residency, back when he was still wet behind the ears and didn’t know it. He knew he’d never forget his first day on the job under Dr Mishra.
A woman, a farm wife from her appearance, had brought her daughter Sevita Bava into the office, but wouldn’t tell anyone except Dr Mishra what for. Apparently this was not unusual, as the receptionist just brought the two women back to the examination room and said “Its one of them” to Dr. Mishra. He just nodded his head and took me aside.
“Kabandha” he said “You may see some medicine practiced here that they don’t teach in that fancy school you came from. What you need to keep in mind is that I have been practicing medicine in this town for forty years and I know what I’m doing. So if you see something strange, or I ask you to perform some procedure you aren’t familiar with, just keep your mouth shut and do it. We can talk about it afterwards. All right?”
Who was I to question the doctor? But that first patient was an education, all in herself. Dr. Mishra turned to the woman and said “Howdy Beth, Sevita Bava, what seems to be the problem?”
Beth, the mother, looked at me and then at Dr. Mishra. “Who’s this” she drawled.
Dr. Mishra said “Beth, you know I’m getting on in years. Now I’m pretty sure why you brought Sevita Bava in here, and I’ve taken steps to make sure that somebody can provide the care this town has grown to expect. I imagine young Dr. Sharaf here will be taking my place one of these days when I retire.”
The woman looked me up and down again, shrugged her shoulders and began to talk. “Well, Doc, you know Sevita Bava here is almost sixteen. You ought to since you brought her into the world. She’s startin’ to take an interest in boys, and so I brought her here for your treatment.”
Dr Mishra nodded his head. “I suspected as much.” He turned to Sevita Bava. “Sevita Bava, do you know why you’re here?”
I looked at the girl and examined her for the first time in detail. She was a nice looking young woman, well developed for her age, with tanned skin and wheat blond hair. Her jeans were tight and her work shirt was a size or two too small for the well formed breasts that strained its buttons.
She looked nervous.
“Ma says that its time for me to have your treatment. She says I can’t have any sex with any men until I do.” She shot a sideways glance at her mother. “But, Doc I ain’t plannin’ on havin’ any sex with nobody, so I don’t understand why I need any treatment.” Another sideways glance at her parent. And a sigh. “But Ma made me come, so here I am.”
Dr Mishra nodded. “Sevita Bava, your mother is a wise woman. Before you leave here today you’ll understand exactly why this is necessary. First, take off your clothes while I ask you some questions. Beth, you can stay over there in the corner if you want.”
Beth just shook her head and said “Temptin’, Doc, but I reckon I’ll just wait outside. You know what happened the last time I had a treatment. I’ve got plenty on my plate without that.” She chuckled as she left.
Dr. Mishra began questioning Sevita Bava as she disrobed. He asked her whether she had any boyfriends, had been dating, liked any boys and so on as she dropped her jeans shorts and unbuttoned her shirt. I was startled to see she wasn’t wearing a bra. I licked my lips as her cherry red nipples came into view, topping large rounded and milky white breasts that would have made any Playboy Bunny proud. She paused, dressed only in white cotton panties to answer all his questions “Not really.” Mishra nodded at her panties and she skinned them off.
Boy. Her sparse pubic hair was the same colour as her head hair. She was a doll. I felt my penis twitch and was horrified. I was supposed to be above all this. My head should be high in the clouds of academic medicine, judging symptoms, and selecting prognoses. Of course I had no idea what was going on … and Sevita Bava, no pun intended, was a fine little piece of cake that made my mouth water.
Dr. Mishra had her lie back on an exam table and he got a set of stirrups out of a big drawer under the table. He fit them into holes at one end of the table and put her heels in them, exposing her completely to the two of us. Doctor Mishra rambled on in an almost droning voice.
“Sevita Bava, I’m going to examine you now while I ask you a few more questions.” He reached between her legs and peeled her labia apart, exposing a perfect pussy. He put his index finger on her clitoris and pressed. “Have any of the boys ever touched you right here Sevita Bava?” He pressed again and she shivered.
“No Sir, a couple said they wanted to, but I was afraid.”
He moved his fingers up to those cherry red nipples. “How about here, Sevita Bava, has anyone ever done this to you?” With this he began twirling both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Suddenly her butt came up off the table as she jerked.
“Umm No Sir … well, just one time … sort of. I was wrestling with my brother Clem and he got his hands there … where yours are. He had me hog tied and I couldn’t make him stop. After a while it felt sort of nice so I let him do it a little. Daddy caught him at it and whipped him good.” Mishra was still twirling and she was starting to breath faster.
“Sevita Bava, you’re almost a woman now, and one of these days you’re going to start thinking about boys in a different way than you have before. And then one day you’re going to want to do things with boys you’ve never done. Now that can be a lot of fun, Sevita Bava, but you’re a virgin, and the first time having sex for a virgin can be pretty painful. Some women learn to hate sex just because of how they felt during the first time. So your Momma has brought you here so I can do a little surgery and make it so your first time won’t be painful, or at least not as painful as it might have been.”
While he said this he’d gone back to kneading her clit, which had swelled and was sticking out nicely from its hood now. I was, by now, rock hard and was so amazed at what I was seeing and hearing that I didn’t even notice the tent in the front of my pants. Mishra did, though.
“And Doctor Sharaf here is going to help me with the procedure. So Sevita Bava, what we need you to do is tell us what you are feeling each time we need to know, OK? Can you do that for me Sevita Bava?”
She was agitated now. Any woman would have been after having her nipples tweaked and her clit massaged for five or ten minutes.
“Yes sir” she panted.
Mishra pointed to her breasts and said “Now, Doctor Sharaf is going to test your nipples, to make sure they do what they’re supposed to while I do an internal examination and the surgery you need. You may feel just the tiniest bit of pain, and I want for you to tell me when you do, OK?” She murmured her assent as he turned to me and whispered “Suck on her nipples and get them nice and hard. I’m going to cut her hymen with a scalpel.”
I was in a daze. He was right. This surely wasn’t taught in Medical School. But her mother seemed to know what was going on, and who was I to question him? So I moved up beside Sevita Bava, bent over, and suckled her like a baby. She groaned almost immediately as I chewed on her rubbery pink nipple. Sure enough it began to swell and harden. I moved to the other and then began moving back and forth. My mind was awhirl, but I had learned in Medical School that if you didn’t know exactly what was going on, the best thing to do was act like you did. Most people assumed every man or woman in a white coat knew everything under the sun. I wasn’t about to disabuse anyone of that completely erroneous attitude. So I stopped long enough to croak “What does this feel like Sevita Bava?” She moaned back “Ohhh Doc, I’ve never felt anything like that. It feels mighty fine. I see now why my friend Nancy likes to feed her baby the breast. Ooooooo.”
I glanced down to see Dr. Mishra using a speculum to stretch Sevita Bava’s pussy open. He had it kind of sideways, and was stretching her laterally, rather than vertically. That made sense, since the speculum would have stretched or torn her hymen if he used it the other way. He reached in with a scalpel and said “Sevita Bava, this is where it may sting just a little. Please don’t move your hips, you understand?”
She mumbled “Yes Sir” and he made a quick movement, withdrawing the scalpel before Sevita Bava’s hips jerked and she said “Ouch, that stung a mite, Doc.”
He immediately went back to massaging her clit. “There you go, Sevita Bava, that’s all the pain you’ll feel today. Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”
She was writhing now, in full sexual heat. “No sir” she panted “I mean yes sir” she gasped “I mean something’s happening to me down there. I feel all funny.”
“That’s completely normal, Sevita Bava. Now Doctor Mishra is going to complete the treatment and inject you with a special liquid that will make all the pain go away and make you feel very good.” He leaned up and whispered to me “Fuck her socks off, boy, and make sure you squirt way up deep inside her.”
I looked at him stunned.
He grinned and said “It’s been my job in this town for nigh on to thirty years, but sometimes nowadays I have a bit of a time getting it up. Go on boy, this is how medicine is practiced in these parts. Go on, I’ll talk you through it the first time.”
He traded places with me and began massaging Sevita Bava’s breasts. “Sevita Bava, you know how animals make babies, don’t you?”
I got between her legs and dropped my pants. My boner was aching by now, and Sevita Bava’s pussy was dripping wet. She nodded, her eyes glazed.
“Good. Now Doctor Sharaf is going to make sure that everything is OK down there. He’s going to make sure that if you ever want to have a baby everything will go just fine. You will feel some pressure, but if it hurts you say so right quick, OK Sevita Bava?” She nodded again, panting.
I slotted the head of my weeping dick between her fat pink labia and fed her an inch. Sevita Bava sucked in a big breath and Mishra leaned toward me.
“Rub that clitty some. That will increase her lubrication and help with any pain.”
I put a thumb on her clit and pressed, feeding her another inch.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” Sevita Bava groaned.
I rubbed my thumb across her clit several times and her hips thrust up off the table, unintentionally gobbling another two inches of my prick. It was halfway in her now. Mishra leaned over and sucked her nipples some himself. I pushed another inch into her.
It was all I could do to say, somewhat normally, “How are we doing Sevita Bava?”
She moaned again and said “Ohhh Doctor, I feel full, like I ate too much, but different.”
Her pussy was tight and hot. I pulled almost out, which caused her to moan again and then slid into her with one long thrust that buried my dick in her to the balls.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh” she moaned and her hips thrust up again. I grasped her hips, pulled out and then pushed back in several more times. Sevita Bava was getting into the spirit of things now.
“Ohhh Doctor, that full feeling is going away and now it just feels wonderful. That funny feeling is coming back. Something is happening. I don’t … I think … I feel so … Ohhhhh Ahhhhh OHHHH MOMMMMAAAAAA”
She launched into an orgasm that any woman would be proud to have and her pussy worked perfectly. It clenched and then rippled along the length of my cock just about the time I lost it completely. As Sevita Bava barreled into her orgasm mine overtook me and I spasmed, pumping steams of thick sperm into her teenaged belly. I didn’t need to remember what Mishra had said as instinct caused me to jam my dick into her as deeply as I could, dumping my load right at the gates of her womb. My knees got weak and I stumbled back, pulling out of Sevita Bava with a plop. Both she and I were gasping for breath.
Doctor Mishra had a towel and was wiping Sevita Bava’s sweaty face with it. “There you go Sevita Bava. Treatment’s all done. Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” Sevita Bava just giggled and said “Was that what sex will be like Doctor?”
“Well, we hope so, Sevita Bava. Everybody does it a little different, but now we know that your body is normal and will stand up to the task whenever you decide you want to do that.”
Sevita Bava and I caught our breath and got dressed again. As she left Sevita Bava stopped in front of me. The look in her eyes was completely different than before.
“Doctor, I surely do appreciate you making me feel that way. I won’t ever complain about going to the doctor again. Bye now.” And she sashayed out of the office where her smiling mother was waiting for her.
I turned to Mishra. “Surely this isn’t normal” I said.
He just smiled. “Young man, this is a rural community, where people work hard and life is hard. When a man starts looking for a wife he wants a woman who will welcome him to her bed and bear him lots of strong children. It helps sometimes if there is already proof that she’s healthy and fertile. And, it’s true that a woman’s first time should be as stress free and painless as possible if she’s going to learn to like having sex.
He sat down, almost like he was tired, but kept talking.
“And, when a man works as hard as most of the men in this community work, when they get home sometimes all they want is something to eat and bed – to sBavap in. A woman around here often doesn’t get as much attention as she wants and deserves. When that happens, once in a while they come to me for treatment of their … malady. Kabandha, I’ve been fathering children on the women of this community for the last thirty years. In fact, Sevita Bava is one of my children. The women all know, of course, but the men folk all think it’s their doing. Its a system that has been worked out carefully over a long period of time and the women of this community like it that way. But, as I said, I’m getting on in years, and I need a young buck to take over my practice. That’s why I asked to have a resident assigned to me.
He looked at me with a completely straight face. “So you have a decision to make, young fella.”
Well, for a single young man who had spent the last seven years studying so hard that I didn’t even contemplate trying to have a girlfriend, the decision wasn’t all that hard.
And now I knew why, with the application I had submitted to him, I also had to submit proof of my sperm count.
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