Poppy Gets Prodded

Poppy is a broke, struggling college student who needs to earn some extra cash fast.

She's thrilled to find a flyer announcing a medical experiment being conducted on campus and immediately signs up.

Turns out the three sexy, third year med students conducting the experiment have something rather unconventional in mind. They test innocent, untouched Poppy's physical responses as they do things to her that no man has done before!


EXCERPT:

And there I was--the bottom half of me completely naked and exposed in front of three hot (almost) doctors in a brightly lit lab in one of the university's medical buildings.

To my mortification, Dr. Marchette parted my thighs, peered between them and poked around my vagina with his finger, causing me to jump.

"Vaginal lubrication levels are low," he said, turning to the other two. "What do you think, doctors? Should we start with manual clitoral stimulation?"

"That would be my recommendation," Dr. Rollins said.

"I concur," said Dr. Harrison.

"Surgical lubricant, Dr. Harrison?" Dr. Marchette said.

Dr. Harrison handed Dr. Marchette a big bottle of something from the cabinet beneath the metal table I was lying on. Dr. Marchette opened the cap of the bottle, tipped it over and poured some thick, clear gel onto his fingers. He then set the bottle down and after parting my thighs a bit more, he reached for my vagina and started coating it with that cold gel.

Ooh!

I cannot even describe how weird that felt. I didn't know if the nerve endings in my private parts were more sensitive than in other parts of my body, or if they were super sensitive right then because I was nervous and tense, but I couldn't believe the way I was reacting. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt. It was like Dr. Marchette's fingers had tiny little spikes on them or something, because they felt amazing as they slid across the slippery flesh between my legs!

I'd touched myself down there in the past--late at night, under the covers, alone in my bedroom. And it had always felt nice, but it was nothing like this. Maybe it was the clear gel that was responsible for causing such a strong reaction in me?

Dr. Harrison reached into the pocket of his white coat and pulled out one of those things doctors check your eyes with. He switched on the light and shined it in my eyes, one right after the other.

"Subject's pupils are mydriatic," he informed the other two doctors.

Dr. Rollins took the stethoscope that was hanging from his neck and put the ear parts in his ears, and then, holding onto the other end of the stethoscope, he reached under my top and set the cold metal disc down right on my breast--the part that wasn't covered by my bra. The heel of his hand was resting right on my nipple, which felt wrong most definitely, but oh so good, even so.

After a while he said, "Subject's heart rate is elevated to one fifty-four BPMs."

He didn't remove his hand. It stayed right where it was, and his touch felt so good, so incredibly good on me, I couldn't help but slowly move my body so that I was actually rubbing my nipple against his hand.

It was as if my body had been possessed. I'm the last person in the world you'd think would be rubbing her breasts against any guy's hand, least of all a doctor. What's more, I found my whole pelvis was moving as if it had a mind of its own as I rubbed my vagina against Dr. Marchette's fingers, which seemed to be getting stronger and faster as he rubbed me harder and harder. My whole body shook with the force of the pleasure I was feeling.

What was happening to me???