“I was just twenty-one when I noticed one day that I had something wrong with my cunt. Man, it itched and burned something fierce and I could tell that my pussy drippings didn’t have that sweet, musky smell or taste they once had. The guy I was dating at the time, he started complaining about the way I tasted-he was pretty big on pussy eating too-and – I decided that I’d have to do something. Hell, I didn’t know but what I’d picked up a dose of clap or syph or something. I guess I didn’t know anything about anything in those days.

“So I went to see this doctor that some of the girls at the office had talked about. She was a lady doctor, which made it easier to talk about something being wrong with my cunt. As soon as I told her what was wrong she caught on right away. She had me strip and get up on the examining table and she ran a little thing inside my cunt and sent it off to be tested.

“You’d do well to be a little more careful in the future,” she told me after she’d made the test. “One of those holes is for pleasure and the other is for nature. You mustn’t use them both at the same time. Keep their functions separate.”

“What on earth do you mean?” I asked, trying to play dumb.

“I was still a little hung up about my loving to get it in the ass so well and I just couldn’t come right out and tell her that I knew very well that both of those holes were for pleasure. She didn’t say anything to that. She just went over to a little cabinet and got out one of those rubber gloves they wear to poke around inside you. She slipped it on and, while I was still stretched out on that table with my feet propped up in those little steel stirrups they have, she shot that greasy finger right up my asshole! Man, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt that! I couldn’t have hidden my reaction for anything in the world and she saw right off that I was really digging that finger of hers.