Lucy's capable hands

Aunt Peg leads you back through the hall to the testing room. Lucy was there and all set up.

"Okay Jesse, I'll leave you in Lucy's capable hands here." Your aunt says. "Lucy, could you start with the sperm sample please, Jesse and I have some plans for later and I want to be sure he's had enough time to recover."

Without missing a beat Lucy just nods. "Lucky boy." She says.

Your aunt pats you on the arm. "I'll see you after."

"See you soon." You say as she turns to leave, you watch her hips sway beneath the white lab coat. God damn you couldn't wait to get your hands on that sexy milf!

Lucy says in a flat voice. "Up on the table please, feet in the stirrups."

You look at the examination table, indeed two foot stirrups stood out from the base of it. "Is that necessary?" You ask. "I could just jerk off into a cup."

Lucy looks nonplussed. "Please just do what I say, it will be easier all around. It's not just about the sperm. I'll need to write a full report regarding every aspect of the process. From stimulation to ejaculation." She motions you toward the table. "Now...please?"

"Err..." You hesitate but slowly make your way toward it, better to get this over with quickly.

She rolls her eyes. "You're as bad as Elsie. Don't worry, I'm a professional, this is all just part of my job."

You hop up onto the table. "So you've seen all of my family?"

"Yep, they've all been right here at one time or another. I've seen more of the Bailey family than probably anyone else." She gives you a look of warning. "You're not as...uh...enthusiastic as your cousin I hope. If you are I'm going to have to start asking for danger pay." She deadpans.

"I just want to get this over with." You answer truthfully. You lie back on the table the lift your feet into the stirrups. This hospital gown lifts, your ass and crotch open to the room. You had never felt so exposed in your life.

Lucy takes a quick look and nods. Then she reaches up and secures your feet to the stirrups with Velcro straps, she then secures your chest to the table with another set of straps. "Is this necessary?" You ask nervously.

She just nods. The stocky black woman then makes her way to the sink and begins scrubbing her hands. You lie there, your legs high and wide. You wait.

Eventually Lucy returns. She rolls a stool and a tray of various things over to the base of the table. She hands you a small plastic cup. "Ejaculate into this. Catch as much as you can please." You nod and hold the cup to your chest.

On her left hand she pulls on a blue nitrile examination glove. You see her apply a huge glob of lube to her index and middle finger. "I'm just going to check your prostate." She informs you.

"My prostaaaAAAAY!?" You yelp as she jams the two fingers straight up your shit hole. "Guh!" You grunt and squirm. She ignores your discomfort and begins poking and prodding and feeling around inside you. You notice it when she finds the gland, wow!

"Feels healthy." She informs you, she leaves her fingers in you though and begins rubbing and stimulating it.

She looks up at the clock to note the time then reaches up with her bare right hand and begins stroking your cock. You grimace. "Jesus Lucy...not too subtle are you?" She just continues her work. You then say as her dry rough hands work up and down your rapidly hardening dick. "Can't you use lube or something?"

She shakes her head and in a steady voice says. "It would contaminate the sample. Just lie back and think of...well, whatever you think about. Remember to catch the ejaculate at the end."

You look down at her. Her big expressionless face is focused on the task in front of her. She has the same expression as the guy building your hamburgers at a fast food joint. This was all just part of the job for her. You take a deep breath and lay your head back. You close your eyes and try to think of sexy thoughts.

You picture your almost girlfriend Allison. Her tight young supple body, her firm little breasts, her round squeezable ass, her long throbbing penis.... You shake your head. What the fuck? Taking a breath you start over again. You picture you favorite porn actress. Oh yeah...that's it...that scene you found online a few months back. She's lying there, in all her glory, the guy standing over her getting ready, she grabs her tits, licks her lips, then slowly opens her legs...her big hard cock springing into view. Huh? God damnit! This whole family thing was seeping into your fantasies! Ah well, just go with it. You continue imagining the new improved version of your favorite porn scene.

You are sweating and squirming. You could feel precum leaking everywhere as Lucy continued stimulating both your prostate and your cock. She was not subtle and not gentle, she just was just pumping you like a butter churn. But she was effective! With a deep grunt you put the cup over your knob and shoot your load into the specimen jar. Lucy's firm dry hands milk every last drop she can get from you. You are careful and catch almost all of it.

"Uh huh." Lucy says as she slips her fingers out of you and lets go of your manhood. "Very good."

She looks at the clock once more. "Seven minutes twenty four seconds." She mumbles to herself. She slips off the glove and disposes of it, then takes your cup. She puts the lid on it and labels it. With some disposable premoistened cloths she cleans you up down below, the cloth is very cool to the touch. Then she applies some sort of moisturizer onto your slightly raw penis, it feels soothing and wonderful after the rough handjob. She walks over to the sink and washes her hands once more. You lie there and recover, staring at the bright fluorescent lights above you. Lucy picks up a clipboard and begins writing down her findings. She writes for so long you begin to wonder what she could possibly be writing there.

"Can I...get up?" You eventually ask.

She looks up at you. "Oh, sorry. Yeah." She comes over and unstraps you.

You sit up, sitting a bit funny due to the strange sensation coming from your recently penetrated ass. She goes back to the clipboard and finishes her notes.

The rest of the tests are a seemingly unending array of spit samples, hair samples, urine samples, blood samples, eye tests, hearing tests, x-rays, ultra sounds, other types of scans, anatomical measurements, reflexes, and finally a lengthy strength and fitness test. You are sweating and breathing heavy into a face mask as you jog at a brisk pace on a treadmill. Lucy is beside you with her ever-present clipboard recording every observation. By this time it is almost midnight.

Your aunt finally makes another appearance. "Is he almost done?" She asks Lucy.

Lucy lets out a long yawn and says. "Yeah, just this then I'll send him to the shower."

"How's he looking?"

"A perfectly healthy young man Dr. Bailey, no problems at all." She reports.

Your aunt nods. "Good, very good. That means we can proceed. I'll need to talk to you later Lucy, in the morning, our healthy young man here will be coming back tomorrow evening to see us again."

Lucy nods. "Sure. I always love the overtime." She turns to you and mercifully says. "Okay, that's enough. The shower is in that room, I'll bring your clothes for you."

As you step off the treadmill sweating and gasping for air she helps you off with the mask. Hands on your knees you bend over and catch your breath. Glancing out of the corner of your eye you can see your aunt checking you out, a hungry look in her eyes.