A fresh pair of gloves was drawn and Doctor placed the lubricated speculum at the base of Rebecca’s vagina (anus). In one sharp thrust the cold steel instrument invaded Rebecca’s most private and sensitive area causing a loud gasp to be expelled. The Doctor next took the base of the speculum and began opening it as Rebecca began to squirm.

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I did as Debbie said and got the gown on and then they helped me to the table where the bags were hanging from the pole and the doctor was between the stirrups waiting for me to get into position. Each nurse stood on each side of the table with me. They helped me get into position and just stood there holding their bellies. The doctor reached between my legs and I felt the cold of the lubricant.

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I winced as his finger invaded my anus and he pushed the nozzle into me. The hot water rushed into my rectum and up into my colon filling it rapidly.
I squirmed as cramps hit me and the nurse’s placed my hands on the small hand grips at my sides. I could see that they wanted to make this go quick so they could expel there fluid.

After all the soapy water was in me I was helped into the knee chest position, my belly felt better this way. I then felt the doctors gloved hand come down hard upon my bottom. “Ouee” I squealed as the sting hit my bottom. I squirmed some more as each hit reddened and burned my bottom. I then felt a gush of hot water and my tummy tried to rebel as it stretched, “Oh I can’t take any more,” I yelled and the nurse’s just held me tight as the water continued to flow.

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So my girlfriend was just lying there, albeit covered, and had the door opened and the story explained so everyone could hear. She was quite embarrassed, especially as she could tell that people in the waiting room could see her.

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I held the thermometer in my mouth. After about three minutes, the nurse removed it and looked at the reading. After writing it down in my chart she looked back up at me.

“Hmm, One hundred and one point two. It’s slightly elevated. Now I’ll take your pulse, respirations, and blood pressure. Just relax and I’ll be done quickly.” Nurse Amanda smiled.

I took a few deep, cleansing, calming breaths before nurse Amanda took my wrist. She counted my pulse for a few seconds. My vitals were skyrocketing. I was extremely nervous about being examined by a male physician. A few seconds later, the tightness of the now fully inflated blood pressure cuff around my arm snapped me out of my reverie. She had her stethoscope over my artery, listening for the pulse. After a few seconds, she deflated the cuff and replaced the sphygmomanometer to it’s proper place. She then wrote all my vitals down in my chart. Nurse Amanda looked up at me sympathetically.

“Well, your pulse is a little fast at eighty, and your respirations are quick and shallow at twenty five. Your diastolic blood pressure is normal at seventy, but your systolic is a little high at one hundred and forty seven. You’re nervous, aren’t you?” The nurse asked concernedly.

“Yes. I’ve just never like doctors I mean, it’s nothing personal. I guess I just have a pretty bad case of white coat.” I admitted.

“That’s perfectly normal. Well, I’m done here. I’ll go tell the doctor that you’re ready for him. He might want do draw some blood later on, so be prepared for that, and he’ll probably be checking your vitals again. Good luck and see you later.” Nurse Amanda said.

“Bye.” I replied.

Draw some blood? I hate needles! This was not going the way I had planned it to at all. I sat there, panicking to myself for a few minutes before I heard a gentle knock on the door. It was now or never, this was the moment of truth. A couple of seconds later, the door opened and the doctor walked in. The first thing that popped into my head was: my God is he ever handsome! Six foot four, about a hundred and ninety pounds, and looked about twenty seven years old. He was lean and muscular. His hands were large, but looked exquisitely gentle. He had mahogany hair, and vivid, electric blue eyes. He looked me over appraisingly and smiled patronisingly. Only then had I realised I was swinging my legs over the edge of the examination table. I was naturally fidgety, it was a nervous habit. The doctor poured over my chart for a moment before looking up at he and reaching his hand out to shake mine. His grip was firm, but gentle. He smiled broadly as he introduced himself.

“Hello, Claire, I’m Dr. Mark Winslow.” He said. 

He was British! His voice was deep and sexy, each word sliding silkily over the last. It sent a shiver up my spine. It was a turn on all on it’s own. I had to bite my tongue to keep from jumping him right there and then. I took a deep, steadying breath before speaking.

“Hi.” I replied.

“How are you today?” Dr. Winslow inquired.

“Fine, thanks.” I answered. 

For a few minutes he asked me questions about just life in general, how school was going and things like that. I was becoming more comfortable with him by the second. Maybe this wasn’t going to be all too horrible after all. My vitals were coming down a bit as he put me at ease.

“Quickly,” hissed Nancy. I don’t know what made me do it but I did it. Quickly, too. Soon I was standing nude by the door. Nancy had walked over and sat on the couch next to Debbie where I had been.

“Come closer and stand next to that table,” Nancy added, indicating a spot about six feet from them. They watched me walk over. Nancy was stealing glances at the TV and was soon asking Debbie about the show.

She looked back toward me for several seconds. “Good,” she said and looked back at the TV. “He *is* getting better about it,” she added to Debbie after a little while. Debbie stole glances at me and I thought I detected a smirk.

And I couldn’t help it. Yes, I was getting hard again. It was so weird and I wondered about myself.

“Interesting,” said Nancy when she looked back at me. She smiled, stood up, and walked past me. She came back with my briefs and held them out.

I took them. “Take care of yourself right here, using those to prevent a mess.” I stared at her. “It’s nothing! You think nurses don’t know how men’s bodies work? Do it!” I still stared.

She put it on my cock, wrapping it around the end and pushed my hands so one was holding my cock and the other was holding the folded underpants on the head. Then she walked back to the couch and sat down. “We’re waiting,” she added.

I stood there. Soon I was doing it. I was breathing harder. Standing up made me feel it in my head more. I was coming. I came. They were both watching me.

“He’s definitely getting better about it,” said Nancy. “Hold it ’til you know you’re done,” she added and I just stood there.

A few minutes later she added, “OK, take those away and put on some fresh ones.” I left immediately.

“That was *amazing*,” Debbie whispered in my ear that night. But what immediately followed was *more* amazing.

Sandy tried not to show her embarrassment as she slipped her panties off. She tossed them quickly to the chair with her other clothes, horrified to find that they were, in fact, wet in the crotch. Her blushing made her breast tops as red as a sunburn now.

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Thankfully, the doctor was looking away when Sandy took her panties off. He was standing at a cupboard, taking a fresh plastic flashlight out of a sterile wrapper. He’d already put rubber gloves on his hands.

He sat in a low chair and wheeled it in front of Sandy, who was again sitting on the edge of the examination table. Bravely she parted her knees, aware of his power to make her spread her legs with mere expectation–he didn’t even have to ask.

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He looked between her legs for a moment, and Sandy was afraid he would say something embarrassing about her wet arousal. Maybe it was a turn-off to him? No, a very faint smile revealed that it amused him to see her wet.

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While her temperature was registering, I rubbed my hands together to warm them and began examining her neck and throat. As I worked my way down to her shoulders I grasped her gown and lowered it to her waist. Her gorgeous round, firm breasts stared back at me and she blushed as I observed their symmetry and loveliness. One by one I took them in my hands and palpated them, ran my thumb over her magnificent brown nipples and squeezed them between my fingers as they became more and more erect. She leaned forward on the right and then on the left as I gave each breast it’s fair share of attention.

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When I had massaged each nipple to it’s firmest, it was time to have her lie down on the table for the remainder of the examination.

I removed the thermometer from her mouth and noted that there was no fever. This would soon be verified more accurately. She laid back on the examination table, where I covered her from her waist down with a sheet and then pulled her gown up to her breasts revealing only her firm, well tanned abdomen and an inch or so of un-tanned skin at her pubic hair line. As I ran my hands over her abdomen, from the top where I “accidentally” bumped against her breasts to the bottom where I gently touched the top of her public hair line, I could detect an increase in her breathing rhythm and a tightening of her abdominal muscles. I told her to relax and asked if my hands were cold or if I was hurting her. She smiled and said no, that everything was fine.

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Completing my examination of her abdomen, I pulled her gown back down and moved the drape lower to reveal only her voluptuous mound of pubic hair. She drew her thighs tighter together and appeared very nervous as I stroked her mound and ran my fingers into the crevices of her groin. I told her to spread her ankles out to the extreme edges of the table, placing her feet in the stirrups, and very methodically and caressingly I spread the lips of her vagina, revealing her inner lips and a glistening clitoris. I squeezed and rubbed and touched her all throughout the area and with each touch or stroke her breathing became deeper and faster. I felt my exam was completed at this stage so I pulled the drape back up over her abdomen and asked her to turn over on her stomach.

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She showed up. We had a meeting time at 6:30PM in the lobby. She looked good—reporting 33 y/o 5′6″ and 130 pounds, wearing a black knit top and khaki shorts, nice tan, feet in sandals. Said that she had just gotten her period (2 days early) but that she wanted to show up so I knew that she was real. I had made up my mind that this exam was going to happen! So, we went into the bar and had a couple of drinks-my mission being to get her comfortable and talking about “playing doctor” and then back to the room.

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And, after two drinks and about hours time, that worked. Back to the room where I had everything laid out—she was also curious about being “dominant” and doing a digital rectal exam/identifying the prostate. Once in the room, I remained my calm and reassuring self, answering her questions and explaining equipment and processes to get her comfortable and wanting to do something. She was very curious and fascinated and then asked how this equipment could be used for examination of the male patient. She took a special interest in the neurological pinwheel, especially when I explained to her how another nurse had used it on me. We had been talking for 10 to 15 minutes so I decided to “cast the bait” and asked her if she wanted to try it. SHE DID! Now we were headed in the right direction. I put her in the doctor’s coat and hung the stethoscope around her neck; then I got out of my pants and underwear and laid back on the “exam table” (bed). She got between my legs and started using the neurological pinwheel, becoming more comfortable with it as I directed her what to do and she saw my response.

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She wanted to see how it felt so she went to the bathroom and ran it across her nipples—liking what she felt. I wanted her to remove her black knit top and bra, but she was a bit self-conscious about her weight (which was more than acceptable) so she kept her top on (she’s probably 10# over, if that, but it is an issue to her). I did, however, convince her to remove her tan shorts said that she was in her white bikini panties. Next, she wanted to take my rectal temperature using the Vicks as lubricant.

She went about it pretty well, first lubricating outside and then inserting her finger to about the first knuckle. I had her use the larger ambient temperature survey thermometer and she caught on right away-twisting it as she inserted it. She really liked doing this and she kept on moving it in and out and twisting it between her fingers. When that was finished, she was ready to learn about a digital rectal exam and prostate exam. She wiped the Vicks from between my cheeks and then applied K-Y jelly to her middle finger and my anus. Then, under my direction, she worked her finger deep into my ass and found my prostate.

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Janet flipped the top off the Vaseline jar and took the thermometer out of the case. Janet studied the thermometer for a moment, then shook it down with several snaps of her wrist.

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Janet dipped just the bulb of the thermometer into the Vaseline, then set the jar aside on the bed. The 3 girls standing beside Kristen’s bed seemed to take an interest in this procedure as they all moved closer to watch.

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Janet gently moved Kristen’s legs apart, loosening up her buttocks a little. Kristen wiggled her body and got comfortable. Janet rested her hand on Kristen’s buttocks and spread them good. Kristen’s anal opening was very relaxed and the pressure on her buttocks caused her hole to open up to Janet.

I felt very exposed, cold and embarrassed. I was told to wait for the doctor. The doctor stepped in the room with the assistant and told me to settle down that this would be over soon and would be very easy if I would try and relax. She had me lay down on the table and she lowered the top of the gown to look at my breasts I turned my head as she felt of my breasts and checked them for lumps and such, she said all was fine then she lowered the gown all the way down to the top of my pubic area I felt completely naked but was still dreading having the lower half done so it still wasn’t as bad as it was going to get. She felt around on my tummy and ask if I had any pain which I did not so she pulled the gown back up and helped me put my arms back into it.
The next thing that was said was that I would need to scoot my bottom down to the end of the table so I scooted a little as she walked around the table and pulled out the stirrups. I thought I had scooted down enough then she took hold of one of my legs and guided my heel into the stirrup then the other was done the same. I couldn’t believe I was getting into this position I held my knees together then she said now you need to scoot on down, I moved a little bit more and she said move down until you feel my hand. It seemed like it was a long way and my knees were getting higher in the air every inch I moved then finally I was there my knees still together as much as possible.
The doctor turned and picked up her gloves and snapped them on she then ask me to relax and let my knees fall apart, I did let them a little but not enough. She finally gently spread my knees as far as possible and then I started to silently cry I was so embarrassed she lifted up the sheet I felt the heat of a light that she moved close so she could see then she consoled me some and began the pap and pelvic. She touched my inner thigh and was telling me that everything was ok then she touched my outer labia and I nearly got off the table. The doctor again consoled me and began the external exam it was terrible she was touching my labia then she separated my inner labia and touched my clitoral hood and my clitoris I was trying to just put it out of my mind.
The external was over then came the speculum I heard water running and knew she was putting it in a stream of warm water because I had seen it done when I assisted her in a recent exam. The full time assistant was holding my hand and consoling me when I felt another touch then the speculum was going in my vagina it was warm but it was stretching me like I had never felt before I let out a gasp and then I felt it open up. I felt like I being pried open and it hurt, she took the pap smear and I cramped a little bit this was so embarrassing and I continued to cry silently.
The speculum was removed and I looked to see the tube of KY jelly being squeezed onto her fingers then she put that cold KY and her fingers inside of me again I jumped and again she soothed me and felt of my insides. The worst part was over or was it, what came next I had not a clue of she put a finger in my rectum and I nearly came off the table again except the attendant caught me and made me lay back down it was terrible but it only lasted for a little while and seemed like forever. The doctor finished the exam and wiped the excess jelly off of my bottom I got up and got dressed. That jelly and a little spot of blood leaked out of me onto my panties.

After the breast exam, he had her sit up while he palpatated her abdomen. Then, his voice practically cracking, he informed her it was time for the pelvic exam. As he unfolded the stirrups, he noticed her eyes bulge in somewhat of a surprise. He wondered if she knew what was in store for her. He eased her back on the table and helped her place her feet in the stirrups before raising her gown to her waist.

What a sight! The doctor did all he could do to keep from drooling as he took in perhaps the most beautiful vulvar region he had ever seen. Her pubic hair was sparse and neatly trimmed. Her vagina was a long, narrow pink slit that looked moist under the light. He couldn’t wait to dig in.

He strapped on a pair of latex gloves and applied some KY jelly to the thumb and two forefingers of his right hand. Gently, he separated her labia majora, first with his index finger and then with his middle finger. He insterted both fingers inside her vagina, and what a treat! It was nice and tight, the walls virtually wrapping around his lucky digits.

After performing the bi-manual exam, he inserted a speculum in her vagina and did a Pap smear. He removed the speculum and proceeded with the recto-vaginal exam. She gasped as his greased index finger slipped into her snug bung hole. Having thoroughly probed her holes, it was Dr. Kvasha’s opinion that no penis had ever penetrated either orifice.

The exam was nearly complete and the doctor was sporting perhaps the biggest erection he had ever had. He happened to glance down and notice his eight-inch cock forming a pup tent in his pants. But instead of feeling embarrassed and trying to hide it, he attempted to flaunt it, hoping Lady Eleanor would notice.

In fact, the doctor became more brazen. While the future princess was still spread wide in the stirrups, Dr. Kvasha took the liberty of examining her external genitalia in minute detail. He extracted her clitoral hood for a close inspection of her clitoris. He gently rubbed it in a circular motion with his index finger as Eleanor softly sighed.

Suddenly, a deliciously devilish thought entered the doctor’s mind. He told the young lady that his “tests” seemed to indicate she had experienced sexual penetration. Eleanor was stunned and frightened. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she told the doctor there must be a mistake, that she had never had intercourse.

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With the kitchen clean and the dishwasher started, I went up to my office, put on my lab coat, and knocked on the “exam room” door. Upon entering, I found Stacey sitting with her legs hanging over the side of the exam table in an examination gown and looking very nervous. I listened to her problems and symptoms and told her not to worry, that everything sounded minor and treatable but that I would have to examine her to find out just what it was that was bothering her and what the proper treatment might be. After looking at her chart, I suggested that we do a complete physical as it had been some time since she had been in for a check-up. She appeared relieved that her current ailment was minor, but still appeared very nervous.

She told me, however, that she had not urinated since she came to the office and said she thought she ought to empty her bladder first. I agreed and told her that I’d like a specimen to send to the lab. She said she didn’t know how to urinate into such a little cup and could I help her? Being her doctor… of course I could. I helped her put the exam gown back on and get off the table. We proceeded to the bathroom where she positioned herself on the toilet seat. I took the special female specimen collector (a great little device which we found in a medical catalog) and held it between her legs and firmly against her vagina. I told her to begin urinating and within moments she had filled the reservoir with her warm golden liquid. I removed the receptacle, allowing her to sit back and expel the rest of her urine into the toilet, alone in peace.

I began the exam by looking in her ears and eyes and by looking into her mouth with a tongue depressor. The wooden stick made her gag and she made some remark about hating things being stuck down her throat. We both chuckled. I reached up to the shelf on the wall for one of two thermometers that were in their holders. She opened her mouth to receive the thermometer, sticking out her tongue slightly and rubbing it lightly around the tip of the thermometer, before closing her mouth on it.

While her temperature was registering, I rubbed my hands together to warm them and began examining her neck and throat. As I worked my way down to her shoulders I grasped her gown and lowered it to her waist. Her gorgeous round, firm breasts stared back at me and she blushed as I observed their symmetry and loveliness. One by one I took them in my hands and palpated them, ran my thumb over her magnificent brown nipples and squeezed them between my fingers as they became more and more erect. She leaned forward on the right and then on the left as I gave each breast it’s fair share of attention.

When I had massaged each nipple to it’s firmest, it was time to have her lie down on the table for the remainder of the examination.

I removed the thermometer from her mouth and noted that there was no fever. This would soon be verified more accurately.

She laid back on the examination table, where I covered her from her waist down with a sheet and then pulled her gown up to her breasts revealing only her firm, well tanned abdomen and an inch or so of un-tanned skin at her pubic hair line. As I ran my hands over her abdomen, from the top where I “accidentally” bumped against her breasts to the bottom where I gently touched the top of her public hair line, I could detect an increase in her breathing rhythm and a tightening of her abdominal muscles. I told her to relax and asked if my hands were cold or if I was hurting her. She smiled and said no, that everything was fine.

Completing my examination of her abdomen, I pulled her gown back down and moved the drape lower to reveal only her voluptuous mound of pubic hair. She drew her thighs tighter together and appeared very nervous as I stroked her mound and ran my fingers into the crevices of her groin. I told her to spread her ankles out to the extreme edges of the table, placing her feet in the stirrups, and very methodically and caressingly I spread the lips of her vagina, revealing her inner lips and a glistening clitoris. I squeezed and rubbed and touched her all throughout the area and with each touch or stroke her breathing became deeper and faster. I felt my exam was completed at this stage so I pulled the drape back up over her abdomen and asked her to turn over on her stomach.

Stacey is a good patient and she follows instructions very well. She immediately turned over and presented her very firm and attractive buttocks to me. Although we had been through this procedure many times before [and she enjoys it but plays the game well], she asked, “And what are you going to do now, doctor?” Responding to her question, I placed both of my hands on each of her buttocks, massaging and kneading their firmness. I told her that I was going to verify her temperature in the most accurate way.

“But doctor, that isn’t really necessary”, she said. Ignoring her comment, I continued fondling her buttocks, now moving my hands down to her thighs.

Stacey was enjoying this, and she voluntarily spread her legs. While continuing to stroke her thighs with one hand, I ran the fingers of my other hand along the inside of her thigh, up to meet her crotch, where I allowed them to linger for a few moments. Her legs separated a bit more, and I could begin to feel moistness meeting my fingers. I continued my journey with my fingers to between her buttocks.

My middle finger found her rectum, where I permitted it to tease the area for a while. When I sensed that Stacey was becoming used to this stimulation, I removed my fingers from between her buttocks and stopped stroking the inside of her thigh. Stacey looked back in time to see me shaking down the other thermometer next to the one that I had used earlier. I reached into the drawer beneath the examining table and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly.

Opening the tube, I applied some to my middle finger. Then, I spread Stacey’s buttocks and applied lubricant around her rectum. Very gently and slowly, I slipped my finger slightly into her rectum, feeling the tightness as she gasped. I removed my finger and applied lubricant to the thermometer.
“Oh, doctor. This is so embarrassing and unnecessary”, Stacey complained.
With that comment, I lightly spanked her bottom and spread her legs. She began to whimper as I separated her buttocks, placed the tip of the thermometer against her rectum, and slowly inserted it. The thermometer now inserted, I let her buttocks close upon it, and I stepped back to allow it time to register. What a lovely sight to behold…My young and beautiful Stacey lying on the examination table in this most humbling position.

I approached Stacey and began to run my hands along the insides of her thighs. This caused her legs to separate further, so I again ran my hands up to feel her crotch, which had become very moist…but I must not get involved with the “patient”. I allowed my fingers to lightly rub along the lips of her vagina, then up to grasp the thermometer protruding from between her buttocks. I twisted the thermometer around inside of her rectum, and moved it in and out, before I finally removed it. [She likes this I know from previous experience]. As the thermometer slipped from between her buttocks Stacey said, “Doctor, that wasn’t bad at all - in fact, it even felt kind of good.” I wiped the lubricant from the thermometer, noted the reading, and put it back in its case. Using another tissue, I separated her buttocks and wiped the lubricant from between her cheeks.
I told Stacey that it was now time for the internal exam, and to turn over on her back. She took a deep breath, revealing her obvious anxiety and asked, “Will it be painful doctor?” I reassured her that it would not; that it might be just a bit uncomfortable, but clearly not painful. She said, “I really dread this part.” I let her lie there a moment while I went to the instrument cabinet and began retrieving the instruments I would need.

With a large plastic speculum, a tube of K-Y jelly, a pair of latex gloves, some Q-tips and a few other instruments ready, I came back to my patient

and helped her to slide down and put her heels into the stirrups. I checked to be sure that her bottom was just over the edge of the table and pulled up my stool and examining lamp. As I lifted the drape to her knees she brought them together and took a deep breath. I asked her to relax and with a hand on each knee I gently spread them apart bringing her vagina into clear and glorious view. I told her that this would only take a very few minutes and that I would be as gentle as I possibly could. She said, “Thank you for your understanding doctor… this is very difficult for me.”

I slipped on my latex exam gloves and once again coaxed her knees open to their fullest. In my most gentle fashion I touched her inner thigh and proceeded up to her vagina. I again spread the lips of her outer vagina and slowly inserted my two fingers side by side into her and moved them around while I viewed her glistening uterus, deep inside of her. I wasn’t aware that she was ovulating, but the bright color and slight oozing from her uterus gave away her secret. I removed my fingers from her vagina and moved up to her clitoris. As I lifted the hood I noticed how wet she was and watched as her clit hardened under my touch. I touched it from every possible angle and massaged it between my two fingers as one would a wad of thread. As I did this I detected what I thought was a mild moan coming from the head of the table as my patient endured my gentle caresses. I looked up at her face and saw her staring at the ceiling one moment and then closing her eyes tightly the next. I told her that I was now going to do the speculum part of the exam. She resignedly said “OK” and went back to her wide eyed staring at the ceiling.

I picked up the speculum with one hand and with the other I gently spread the inner and outer lips of her by now very moist vagina. Slowly but deftly I inserted the instrument to it’s fullest depth and then turned it slowly from side to side as I viewed once again her uterus. When I finally got it to the position I wanted I pressed the lock and with a loud click it locked in its fullest open position. As it did, I just happened to look up at her face and saw her eyes open as widely as they could and a look of fright come over her face. I reassured her that all was OK and that the sound she had heard was only the instrument locking into place. She returned back to her point of fixation on the ceiling and I to my fixation point deep inside the tunnel I had created within her.

Now I took my long stemmed Q-tip and passing it through the speculum I gently wiped at the oozing which was coming from her uterus. She appeared not to notice anything that I was doing at this point and was obviously somewhere else mentally. I removed and discarded the Q-tip and ever so slowly began removing the still open speculum from her vagina. As I got it about half way out I could see the moisture on the inner walls of her vagina and knew that she was enjoying her visit to my office, despite her signs of apprehension and fear. I released the lock on the speculum and removed it from her entirely. Her face showed a sign of relief and she smiled at me momentarily, then returning to her spot on the ceiling. I told her that the examination was almost over and that she was being a very good patient and complimented her on how relaxed she was. I told her that many of my patients tensed up during the exam and that it just made it more difficult for me and more uncomfortable for them.

As we entered the final stage of the exam I told her that I was now going to examine her manually. I applied a moderate amount of K-Y jelly to the index and middle finger of my right hand and moved it around to insure that my fingers were well coated. I then ever so slowly inserted them into her vagina to their fullest reach and placed my other hand on her stomach just above her pubic hair line. As I moved my fingers around inside of her and pressed down on her stomach I could see her eyes lighting up and the smallest of smiles breaking through the corners of her mouth. I knew that this part of my examination was pleasing to her. As my fingers probed to reach deeper and deeper into her, my thumb pressed against her clit and it pressed back against me with it’s hardened stem. Within moments she was breathing more heavily and her buttocks squirming ever so slowly on the table. I removed my fingers and in a very quick move put a little more K-Y jelly on the tip of my third finger and gently inserted it into her anus and re-inserted my first finger back into her vagina. I don’t think she even noticed that I had changed anything as she was still smiling and gazing toward the ceiling with her eyes tightly closed.

When my manual examination was complete and I had felt all of her internal organs, I withdrew my fingers from her bottom and her vagina and informed her that the examination was through. Surprisingly she asked if I could please continue my examination for just another moment but in a very professional tone I told her that my exam was complete and I pulled the drape down over her knees and shins. She looked disappointed but understanding.

I helped her to sit up and told her that I would discuss my findings and treatment with her in my office.

I walked out of the “exam room” and into our master bedroom where I quickly removed my lab coat, got undressed and got under the covers with a large and firm erection. Within moments my patient, still in her exam gown, came into the bedroom and got into bed with me and asked “What is my prognosis Doctor?” I don’t recall giving her an answer to her question but I do recall a yet another fantastic session of lovemaking.

Several nights after Stacey’s check up in the doctor’s office, and again when I had come home from work and was having dinner, she reminded me that she still had this burning sensation when she urinated. She said that when she went to the doctor several nights ago he didn’t prescribe anything for her.
She wondered if I thought she should go back and see him again and get something to relieve the problem. Not wanting her to be uncomfortable, I of course recommend another visit to the Doctor for a course of treatment.
Stacey left the kitchen and went upstairs while I read the evening paper.
Shortly thereafter, I went upstairs and got my lab coat from my office and knocked again on the “exam room” door. Upon entering I found Stacey, fully clothed, sitting in the chair next to my little desk. I sat down and pulled out her chart.

“Well Stacey, my examination shows that everything appears normal but you do have a mild infection in your vagina that I think we need to treat.” She inquired if it was anything serious and I told her no, but that I thought it would take several “treatments” to control it and that I would like to begin the treatments immediately. She inquired what the treatment consisted of and I told her that she needed a mild douche which would be both cleansing and medicinal. “Can I administer it to myself at home she asked?” I explained that the medication in the douche solution is by prescription only and that the amount administered and the length of time it is retained is important and that I thought she should have at least her first treatment performed here in the clinic instead of at home.

We talked a little longer about the problem and the treatment and then I asked her to get undressed, put on an examination gown and sit up on the examining table. While she was undressing, I retrieved the douche equipment and began to prepare the solution which I would administer to her. When I had everything ready to go I draped her lap and knees and helped her into the stirrups. As in all her other visits, she looked quite nervous but at the same time, confident in her “doctor’s” skills. I coax her to slide her bottom down on the table till it was just at the edge and to relax. As I put on my latex gloves I studied her beautiful face and she smiled back at me and said “please be gentle doctor.” I inquired if she had ever had a douche before and she said she had tried one of the prepackaged ones once before but that all she ended up doing was making a mess in the bathroom and only got a few drops of it into her. She said that she had never had one administered by someone else before. I told her to relax, that it was a very simple procedure and that this was why I wanted to have this first treatment performed in the clinic. The remaining treatments I told her could either be done at home alone or she could come back to the clinic.

I could see that my mild tone was relaxing her and knew what her decision would eventually be. To calm her just a bit more, I decided to chat with her for another moment or two before I began the procedure.

When I thought that she was as relaxed as she was going to get, I told her we were about to start the procedure and to stay as relaxed as she was now and that we’d be done very quickly. I raised the drape up to her knees and gently coaxed her knees apart, once again revealing her glorious vagina. I hung the douche bag on a hook on the wall and applied just a very little bit of K-Y jelly to the nozzle. I tried to keep it out of her sight lest she be scared by it’s size or shape. When all was ready, I sat down on the stool between her feet. With one hand I gently spread the lips of her vagina and with the other I slowly inserted the nozzle into her to a depth of about 3 inches. I released the lips of her vagina and they closed tightly around the nozzle, holding it in place by themselves. I reached up and released the flow of the liquid through the tubing of the douche bag. With my other hand I kept her vaginal lips tightly sealed around the nozzle so nothing would leak out of her. I slowly moved the nozzle in and out and around inside of her to allow the warm spray to hit all of the crevices of her insides. In less than a minutes time she had taken in the entire bag of liquid

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I looked up at her face to see this inquisitive look, a look of mild pleasure and wonder at just what was happening to her body. I told her that all was well, that the medication was in and working and that we would leave it in for 10 minutes. She said that it felt warm and tingled a bit. I slowly removed the douche nozzle from her while at the same time holding her lips closed to prevent any of the liquid from running out.

Now, I told her, was the time to bring her knees and thighs back together and to concentrate on not letting the medication leak out of her vagina.

She obliged and I removed my grasp of her vagina and pulled the sheet down over her knees, hoping that she would be able to hold the liquid while I put away the douche bag and hose.

When I returned to Stacey, I could see that she had put her hand under the modesty sheet and was now holding the lips of her vagina shut herself. I explained to her that the medication was doing it’s job but that there were areas of her vagina into which the liquid may not find it’s normal course. I indicated that one of the benefits of having the treatment administered here in the clinic versus at home was that here we could massage her pelvic structure and get the douche liquid to all the deep pockets of her vagina. This I explained was not quite as easily done at home alone. She looked quizzical and asked “can’t I just rub my stomach a little?” I told her that, yes, she could do this and that it would be helpful but that by massaging her internally we could get the liquid to even more areas and thereby speed up the treatment and the healing. She said OK and I asked her if she’d like me to explain the procedure or just begin it.

She said no, that if I explained the procedure it would probably just scare her, that I should go ahead and do it. I was relieved knowing that if I had explained it she would have probably declined.

Moving back to the end of the table, I lifted the drape to her knees and spreading them apart I could see her hand still holding the lips of her vagina tightly closed. I put on my latex gloves and put a small spot of K-Y jelly on the tip of the third finger of my right hand. As my left hand replaced hers in holding her vagina closed, I placed the tip of my lubricated finger onto her anus and very slowly and gently began to insert it. I could feel a great deal of resistance as I did this, so with the little finger of my hand that was on her vagina, I gently stroked her clitoris. She became more and more relaxed and eventually I was able to slide my finger very slowly to it’s full depth in her anus. As the knuckle of my finger passed from outside to inside of her she moaned a bit and lifted her buttocks momentarily off the exam table.

Slowly and gently I massaged the back side of her uterus and could feel and hear the liquid I had administered moving around inside of her. She looked very relaxed and calm as I did this and never once opened her eyes or spoke. When her breathing was very rapid and shallow I knew that she was approaching orgasm. I slowly removed my finger from her bottom and wiped away the little bit of K-Y that remained on her anus, never once releasing my hold on the lips of her vagina.

I looked up at Stacey’s face and she was staring back at me. I told her that the treatment was now complete and that I felt it had been very successful. She asked if the medication was still inside of her and I said yes. She then asked how it would come out and I told her that the best way was for her to stand in the shower and let it run out naturally.

I helped her to replace my hand with hers on her vagina and pulled the drape back down over her knees. Carefully I helped her remove her feet from the stirrups and to sit up on the edge of the table, her hand still holding her lips closed. I assisted her from the table and walked with her, her hand still between her legs, to the bathroom and opened the door to the stall shower. She stepped in and I untied the closure at the neck of her examination gown and took it off of her.

Still with one hand holding her vagina closed she adjusted the water with her other free hand. While she did this I undressed revealing my upstanding member. I stepped into the shower with her and guided her back against the wall away from the stream of shower water. She spread her ankles and I placed my erection between her legs and up against the fingers that were holding her vagina closed. She leaned back against the wall and threw both of her arms around my neck and shoulders and kissed me passionately. As she did this the warm liquid from her douche began escaping from her vagina and poured over my penis. Its warmth and the knowledge of where it had come from made me even more excited and desirous of entering her. Just as the last drop was leaving her she pushed me back against the opposite wall of the shower and in one swift move dropped to her knees and took my member into her mouth.

Between the arousal of the anal examination and the flowing of the douche liquid over my penis and now her rhythmic sucking action, I could hold out no longer and began a constant stream of ejaculation deep into her warm and moist throat.

After showering and drying each other off, we moved to the master bedroom for yet another wonderful evening of lovemaking.

I came home early in the afternoon one day last week because it was just too darn hot to work. When I entered the house I called out Stacey’s name but there was no response. I went upstairs to get out of my business suit and found Stacey sound asleep in our air-conditioned bedroom. She peeked out of the corner of her eye, saw me and said “hi hon” and then fell immediately back to sleep. I quietly got out of my suit and decided to take a nap with her. I pulled down the covers on my side of the bed and slid in along side of her.

As I put my arm around her I noticed that she was totally nude, as was I, and I pulled her close to me in a passionate hug. I fondled her breasts for a moment and kissed the back of her neck. Within moments she was awake and returning my affection.

At about 6:30 PM we both awoke again, having spent the entire afternoon making love to each other and truly enjoying my early return from work.

I suggested that I run into town for a pizza while Stacey cooled down a few beers and selected a film from our video collection.

When I came back with the pizza Stacey looked a little disturbed but said that everything was fine. We ate the pizza, had a few beers and sat down in front of the TV for a classic video tape. Stacey went off to urinate as the opening credits to the movie were being shown. She took what I thought was an unusually long time. When she came back she settled into my arms as the movie began. Within the first few minutes I could tell that Stacey was drifting off to somewhere else and I asked her what was the matter. She told me that she had a problem and thought she ought to see her “doctor”. I suggested she make an appointment for after the movie but she said she thought she should go to the clinic now. Not knowing what was truly bothering her I agreed and she went upstairs to get ready. I took a moment to rewind the video and turn off the system and then went upstairs to my office and got my lab coat.

I knocked on the door to the “exam room” and upon entering I found Stacey sitting on the side of the exam table, with an examination gown on and looking very nervous. I picked up her chart and inquired as to her problem. She continued to look very nervous and very sheepishly said, “Doctor I have a very embarrassing problem and I don’t know how to tell you”. I suggested that since I was her doctor that there was very little that would embarrass me and that she should feel comfortable in telling me anything that was troubling her. “Well doctor, this afternoon my husband came home from work early and I was asleep in bed when he arrived.

He came into bed with me and without giving it a thought, we made love together.” I didn’t say anything, wondering where she was heading with this, and let her continue. “Well doctor…, this is the embarrassing part. Doctor, my period was due so I was wearing a tampon. I forgot to take out my tampon before he entered me….. his penis must have shoved the tampon way up into me and now I can’t reach the string to get it out.”

Deep inside of me I chuckled at her predicament… but outwardly showed my professional concern. I told her that this was not a big problem and that it happens to women every day. It didn’t appear to relieve her nervousness or embarrassment one bit. She said that she had read so much about toxic shock syndrome and wanted “that thing” out as quickly as possible. I told her that I was sure we could get it out in minutes and that everything would be fine. She gave me a very nervous but trusting smile.

I helped Stacey to lie on the examining table and place her heels into the stirrups, a soft pink drape across her lap covering her knees and shins. I told her to relax a moment and I gathered the equipment I thought I might need from our medical supply cabinet. I returned to the end of the table with my instruments and squeezed her hand as I walked by telling her “Relax, everything is fine.”

I pulled up my stool and examining light and seated myself between her ankles. I raised the drape to her knees and told her to let her knees fall open thus revealing her pubic area. Looking at her vaginal area I noticed that she was wearing a large sanitary napkin held in place by an old fashioned sanitary belt. I unhooked the upper portion of the napkin and folded it in half, and then released the lower portion that was implanted in the crack of her buttocks. I stood up and walked over to the trash receptacle to dispose of the napkin and glanced at Stacey’s face. Her face had turned red and she embarrassingly said, “I’m sorry doctor, I didn’t know whether to put in another tampon or use that thing.”

Back at the foot of the table, I put on a pair of latex gloves and told her to relax. I raised the drape just a little higher above her knees and moved the sanitary belt up on her abdomen and out of the way. Very gently I spread the lips of her vagina with my left hand and inserted the two fingers of my right hand into her. Because her period was due, she was already secreting mucus, therefore, I didn’t need any K-Y jelly and my fingers slipped into her easily. Rotating my fingers throughout her vagina and reaching as deeply as I could, I failed to find the missing tampon. I asked her to bear down as if she was having a bowel movement and to hold it for a moment.

Once again I circled her uterus with my fingers. This time thought I could feel the end of the tampon deep in the lower left quadrant of her vagina but I was unable to grasp it or the string that I knew was there somewhere. I told Stacey to breath normally again and she released the straining that she had been doing for several seconds. I slowly removed my fingers from her vagina, knowing that I would have to use a speculum and instruments to get at the misplaced item.

Stacey looked at me nervously and said, “Did you get it?” I told her that it was a little deeper in than I could reach with my fingers and that I would have to use some instruments to get at it. This made the look of worry on her face even more intense. I removed the glove from my right hand and disposed of it in the receptacle. I quickly put on another glove and picked up my speculum. Spreading her lips with one hand I pushed the speculum into her vagina and turned it to the vertical position. Her pending menstrual flow removed the need for any lubricant on the instrument and it turned without resistance.

As I opened it to it’s fullest opening the lock made its routine loud click and I looked at Stacey’s face to see if she had again been scared by this noise. Her apprehension over the lost tampon apparently overtook her fright at hearing the speculum click open and she made no apparent notice of the noise. I pulled the instrument out a little and then pushed it back in at another angle. I did this several times until finally I could see the missing tampon in clear view. It was way deep in the lower left quadrant of her vagina, just where I thought I had felt it with my fingers.

Looking up at Stacey’s face I gave her a comforting smile. She said, “Did you find it?” I reassured her that I could see the tampon and would have it out in just a moment… knowing however that I didn’t really have the right instruments to grasp it and pull it back out.

Improvise, I thought to myself. Looking through our instrument drawer the only thing I could find that I thought was long enough to reach the elusive wad of cotton was the long handled Q-tips that I used to wipe her uterus. I knew that the long wooden stick would reach but would not be able to grasp the tampon. I decided to see just what I could do with it. I grabbed the cotton tipped end between my fingers and put the uncovered end deep into her vagina, between the open bills of the speculum.

As I got to the tampon with the stick I was able to wrap the string around the wooden stick and stretch the string out toward the opening in the speculum. But any attempts to pull on the tampon were unsuccessful. My only option at this point I thought was to hope I could remove the speculum and reach the string, which I had now found, with my fingers.

Looking up at Stacey she suddenly appeared truly worried. I’m sure the thought of whether or not she should have gone to her real OB/GYN was now running through her mind. I, too, wondered if that might be the final outcome of this predicament.

I slowly released the lock on the speculum and closed it, asking Stacey to lie very still while I removed the instrument. I was still hoping that the string, which was now pointing out toward the opening in her body, could be reached and thus the tampon removed. I placed the speculum onto the tray and with a reassuring wink to Stacey, re-introduced my fingers into her vagina.

Reaching deeply into the left quadrant I could now feel the string of the tampon but couldn’t quite get a solid grip on it in order to pull the offending object from my very nervous patient. I knew I had to bring the string closer to me as I could not get my fingers any deeper into her. I tried having her bear down again and each time she did the string moved a bit closer toward my fingers… but still not enough for me to get a grip on it. I left my fingers in her vagina for a moment and thought about the situation while Stacey caught her breath after all the straining. I thought that possibly if Stacey were to sit up as I reached deep inside her, I might be able to grasp the string.

I told my patient what I wanted her to do and she, with some awkwardness and difficulty, assumed the sitting position. With her buttocks on the edge of the examining table and her feet and knees spread wide apart by the stirrups, I again tried to reach the elusive string. Much to my dismay, this position caused all of the contents of her vagina, including the tampon and it’s string to move even further from my grasp! Not wanting to alarm her any more than necessary I said to her, “OK, that’s good, now slowly lie back down while you keep your stomach and pelvic muscles tensed”. She looked at me, not knowing whether I had grasped the string or not, and slowly settled back down to the fully prone position.

Suddenly, as I reached one more time deep into her vagina, the string reappeared between my fingers and this time I was able to capture it with a firm grasp. I told Stacey that she should not change her muscle tone one bit and ever so slowly I pulled on the string and felt the troublesome tampon moving down the canal of her vagina. Within seconds, my fingers were on the outside of her body and I could see the string firmly grasped between my now cramping fingers. With my other hand I grasped the little piece of string now showing outside of her and slowly but firmly pulled it toward me. Stacey could obviously feel the wad of cotton moving from within her body and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled at me in a very appreciative and grateful way. As the bulk of cotton emerged from her vagina I caught it in my free hand and quickly wrapped it in a piece of paper towel, immediately disposing of the offending item in the trash receptacle.

I looked at Stacey and both of us shared a sigh of relief. I told her that it was out and that everything was fine. Taking a cotton ball, I again gently wiped around her vagina and asked her if she wanted to insert another tampon.

“No way!” she said. “I’ll stick with napkins for the rest of this month!!” I asked her where she kept them and I went off to her bedroom closet to retrieve one, leaving her on the table to relax for the first time in almost an hour.

When I returned I handed her the napkin and she reached under the drape and attached it to the sanitary belt that by this time had slipped way up around her waist. I pulled the drape down over her knees and helped her to sit up and get off of the table.

I suggested that we go back down stairs and watch the video as we had intended to do but she said she just wanted to go to bed. It was now about 10 PM so I cleaned up the exam room and instruments while she headed to the bedroom.

When I came to bed a few minutes later, I found Stacey lying under the covers flipping through the medical instruments catalog we had acquired. I got into bed and she pointed to an item in the catalog. It looked like a very long pair of needle nosed pliers. She said, “Tomorrow I’ll call the 800 number and order one of these for our instruments cabinet”. We both chuckled. I rolled over and fondled her breasts for a moment and kissed the back of her neck. “That’s what got us into that predicament in the first place she said!” Again we chuckled and I said, “good-night”. She said, “Thank you doctor” and moved down and took my upstanding member into her mouth….

While she removed all her clothes, he would get things ready for her exam. On the chair was one of those half gowns that you put on with the opening in the front and a drape sheet. So far Mary didn’t t see anything unusual Soon he called to her to come out when she was ready, and lie down on the bed. He gazed at her and assured her that there would be no pain everything was going to be all right.

He began by opening one side of her gown and telling her he was going to do a breast exam. Slowly and methodically he explored every inch of her breast gently massaging her sensitive skin, and when he began to roll her nipple back and forth, between his fingers, she thought she would die. He gently laid the gown flap over that one and uncovered her other breast. He reassured her that she was doing fine. That incredible voice ….Such ecstasy she had never known before. At that point things began to change and she understood the difference between his exams and a regular doctor’s exam.

Next he explained that he routinely checks his patients temperature and would she please roll over on her side. When she asked why, (she hadn’t t done that since she was a small child.) He explained he likes the old fashioned dependable rectal thermometer. So, as she turned to her side she heard the snap of his rubber glove and the gushing sound of the lubricant coming out of the tube. He told her to relax and deftly his strong hands parted her cheeks as he applied the lubricant to her bottom. Then he slowly and gently inserted the thermometer into her waiting rectum. While she felt some what embarrassed, there was also something very sensual about what was going on.

She could hear noises coming from another room, but wasn’t t sure what was going on. She soon found out when he returned. He removed the thermometer, cleaned her rectal area, and informed her she was normal. The doctor explained that before her exam could continue she would have to have an enema! Yikes! What ever for? He reassured her that this would be different. He instructed her to get face down on all fours.

God, she felt so vulnerable. Sensing her feelings of apprehension he began to gently massage her rectum all the while he was generously applying lubricant. This was like nothing she has ever experienced before.

As she began to writhe with pleasure those strong hands gently parted her cheeks again and he told Mary he was going to insert the nozzle and for her to take a deep breath and blow it out. At that precise moment she felt the pressure as the nozzle went in.

Since this was Mary s first visit he used the standard rectal nozzle. At subsequent visits he would introduce her to different nozzles and solutions. He told Mary to relax as much as possible, that he was ready to release the valve. He had prepared a simple 2 quart sudsy enema. Immediately Mary felt the warm liquid flow throughout her body. Now the doctor began massaging her vagina with those massive hands and encouraging her to relax and let the enema do its work. This was incredibly exquisite. She never knew an enema could be so sensual. When her mother had given her one it was very strong and she had terrible cramps. She also had one in the hospital and it too was strong and not very pleasant at all. When she had taken all the enema the doctor removed the nozzle and inserted his finger deep into her rectum and asked Mary to hold the enema in as long as she could.

With his strong but reassuring voice he told her she was doing very well. Soon he felt he rectum respond, he removed his finger and left to clean and dry the enema equipment, in the meantime, Mary could hold her enema in no longer. She rushed to the bathroom for relief. This was almost more that Mary could stand. The pleasure was beyond words. When she was finished, she returned to the exam room and found the doctor was waiting with fresh gloves and more lubricant He positioned her on the edge of the bed, with her bottom almost falling off the bed, and rested her feet on the chair he was using. (He positioned her much like she would be if she went to see her Gynecologist) He explained that he was going to finish the rest of her examination.

Slowly he began to examine every inch of her vagina. Slowly he went over the exterior of her vagina, he manipulated the outer lips between his fingers, as if they were the petals of a delicate flower, then he applied a generous amount of lubricant and proceeded to examine the inner most portion of her vagina . His hands were big, but gentle as he explored deep within her inmost being. Her pleasure was indescribable, before she could say another word, he informed her he was going to do a rectal exam. Again that voice, he have gotten her to do almost anything just by asking. Slowly and skillfully he found his target, he told Mary to bear down as he began to probe this forbidden place. Anticipating the worst, the pleasure, was more than Mary could stand. What bliss! She found herself wanting to explore his body. Oh, what pleasure, joy and ecstasy. Soon they were locked together as one, seeking out each other s most intimate sources of pleasure.

When they were done, the Doctor informed Mary he would be happy to see her again and continue treating her. Mary couldn’t t believe what she was hearing. More of this incredible pleasure. Unfortunately he only saw his patients every 6 months. For this she knew she could wait.

….

At this point, I could feel my heart start to pound and my breathing
start to increase. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was about to
listen to a young woman’s first gynecological experience!

I was more
than a little confused by what I was feeling. I felt slightly ashamed of
listening in on what the young girl expected to be a very private moment
between her and her doctor, but at the same time I was so excited at the
thrill of “spying” on her, that I tried to hold my breath so I wouldn’t
miss a word.

“Well Cynthia, in the outer office we discussed the procedures of your
exam. Do you have any more questions you’d like to ask me before we
begin? Now remember, I promise you that I will go slowly, and I will let
you know exactly what I am doing at all times during the exam.”

“Thank you, Doctor Stephens. I’m still a little nervous, but I trust
you. I think I’d just like to get it over with.”

“Okay Cynthia, well let’s get started then. Nurse Anderson, has Cynthia
given you a urine sample yet?”

“Yes, Doctor, that’s been taken care of, and I’ve checked her weight and
vital signs.”

“All right then. Cynthia, the first thing I need to do is lower your
gown so that I can examine your breasts, like this…. very good. Now, I
need you to lie back on the table, with your arms over your head. Now,
first I need to examine your nipples to make sure they don’t show any
abnormalities. First I’m going to gently pinch them between my
fingers…..okay…..your nipples are normal for a girl of your age.
Now, I’m going to slowly palpate each breast to feel for any lumps or
cysts. It shouldn’t hurt, if you do feel anything uncomfortable, please
say so.”

After a slight pause, the doctor said, “Okay Cynthia, your breasts are
healthy and normal for a girl of your age. How are you doing so far, do
you have any questions?”

In a voice that sounded slightly relieved but still embarrassed, Cynthia
said, “Thank you Doctor, so far I’m fine. That wasn’t so bad, I guess.”

“Very good Cynthia, you may put your gown back on for now. This next
part is one you’ll be familiar with, I just need to feel your abdomen to
make sure all is well, so if you’ll just lie back down on the table,
I’ll proceed.”

After another pause, the doctor said, “Nurse, will you please prepare
Cynthia for the next part of the exam?”

“Certainly doctor,” the nurse said. “Okay now Cynthia, I know that this
can be embarrassing, especially your first time having it done, but I’ll
try to make you as comfortable as possible.” There was a sound of metal
sliding out and the clicking of it being locked into place. “Cynthia
these are what we call ’stirrups.’ They allow the doctor to position you
so that he can access your pelvic area in a way that is comfortable for
both doctor and patient.”

There were sounds of sniffling, and Cynthia said, her voice wavering as
if she were about to cry, “Oh nurse…I really don’t want to do this! Do
I really have to?”

“I know you are embarrassed dear, but every woman goes through this at
one time or another. There is absolutely nothing to be worried or
ashamed of. I’ll be right here with you, so if you are uncomfortable in
any way, just say so and I’ll help you as best I can, okay?”

“All right, I guess,” Cynthia said quietly.

“That’s a good girl,” the nurse said. “Now, what I need you to do, is to
first lay back on the table…good…and now I’m going to place your
feet in the stirrups, like this. Now let me cover your legs with this
blanket so you won’t feel so exposed. Now the next thing you need to do,
is to slide your buttocks down towards the end of the table as far as
you can….that’s good, just like that. Okay doctor, she’s ready.”

As I sat in the twilight and listened, I couldn’t believe what was
happening, as I was spying on this innocent girl, and when I heard the
sound of the doctor snapping on his latex exam gloves, I started to get
turned on just listening to them! I hated going to the gynecologist
myself, and since I wasn’t sleeping with anyone lately, I hadn’t
bothered to go for my most recent yearly check up. I could feel my pussy
getting wetter and wetter as I listened to the girl downstairs getting
her first exam. Slowly, I removed my shorts and underwear and gently
fingered my pussy lips and clit. Again I held my breath as the
examination in the office below continued.

“Okay now, Cynthia. Just take a few deep breaths and relax. This exam
will only take a few minutes,” said Dr. Stephens. “Now, the first thing
I’m going to do is feel around the areas outside of your vagina, called
your vulva and your labia. I need to check them and make sure there are
no strange lumps or other problems. Just breathe deeply and relax.”

I turned over on my back now, and did as the doctor said, breathing
deeply as I fingered my own pussy lips, imagining what it would feel
like to be the helpless young woman getting felt up by an older man.
Just the thought of it made my back begin to arch. I stopped and quickly
reached into my nightstand for what I liked to refer to as my “fuck
stick,” a vibrator that I had received as a gag gift. I laid the vib
down next to me and continued to finger my pussy.

“Very good Cynthia, your vulva and labia are both normal and healthy.
Now for the next part of the exam, I will be using first one finger, and
then two, to feel inside of your vagina, to make sure that your vaginal
walls are healthy and that there are no abnormalities. A woman’s vagina
is made to stretch, so this shouldn’t hurt, but if you feel any
discomfort at all, please say so immediately.”

“Okay Doctor Stephens,” Cynthia said unsteadily.

“Very good, now just keep breathing deeply, and I need you to relax your
legs and body for me.”

Propping myself up on some pillows and spreading my legs wide apart, I
followed the doctor’s orders and relaxed my entire body. I imagined the
doctor was now just introducing his index finger into Cynthia’s most
private of places, and at the same time I slid my index finger inside my
pussy, slowly and gently. I wondered if Cynthia’s pussy was as hot and
wet as mine was. My finger didn’t have any trouble at all sliding into
my dripping cunt. I began to move my finger in and out, finger fucking
myself, touching the inside of my vagina as I did, just like the doctor
would be doing to Cynthia. Then, I imagined the slight gasp coming out
of Cynthia’s mouth as the doctor’s second finger entered her tight
little pussy. With both my index finger and middle finger, I finger
fucked myself, feeling all around inside of me, and occasionally hitting
my G spot. I was coming very close to an orgasm, so I withdrew my
fingers and licked them clean, until I was calmed down a little. I
listened to hear what was happening downstairs.

“Um, doctor, what you’re doing right now hurts a little.”

“Okay Cynthia, I know it’s an uncomfortable feeling. When I use the
second finger on younger women it can sometimes hurt. From the way your
hymen is very strong and intact, the pain you feel is your hymen
stretching to accommodate my fingers. As you get older and become
sexually active, your vagina will adjust to this. Nurse, would you
please prepare the speculum, a smaller one.”

“Certainly doctor, it’s right here, ready to go.”

“Thank you. Okay Cynthia. For the next part of your exam, I will be
using this device, called a speculum. It will be inserted into your
vagina so that I will be able to view your cervix, which is the mouth of
your uterus far inside your vagina. Again, you may feel slight
discomfort, but this should not be painful. If you feel major pain, say
so immediately. The way this works is that I insert it into your vagina
in this position, and then I open and lock it. I’ll open and lock it
once before I insert it so you’ll know how it sounds when it’s locked.
It makes a loud click noise, which can startle you if you don’t know
what it is.”

I heard a faint “click” come through the heat duct.

“Okay Cynthia, I’m going to insert the speculum now.”

Sitting in the silence of my room, I could hear my heart pounding, as I
waited for that second “click,” to signal to me that the young girl’s
privates were now fully exposed. Then I heard it, another faint “click.”
I imagined Cynthia biting her lower lip, feeling the metal instrument go
inside of her, wondering if there would be any pain coming in the next
few seconds, and then imagined her flinch as she heard the “click” of
the instrument locking. As I thought of this, my fingers made their way
down to my pussy again, and I started to gently rub the sides of my
clit. Thinking of the speculum entering Cynthia, I picked up my
vibrator, switched it on, and thought about what Cynthia was feeling
with her legs spread wide apart with a foreign object sitting so deep
inside of her. I imagined myself to be her, helpless and ashamed in that
cold office as I teased my wet pussy lips with the tip of the vibrator.
Then, I forcefully pushed the vibrator into my cunt as far as it would
go, so that I could just barely see the flat black end of it sticking
out from me.

With the deep tingling sensation that the vibrator was giving me, my
clit was starting to swell and was becoming harder with every stroke
that I gave it. I let my head rest back on the pillows and surrendered
myself to my “self-examination,” knowing, just as they kept telling
Cynthia, that it would be all over soon. I was breathing very heavily
now, and using two fingers to knead my rock hard clit.

“The next step, Cynthia,” I heard the doctor say, “is a test called a
Pap Smear. I will use this small brush-like instrument to scrape some
cells from your cervix, which is the opening to your uterus. When I make
contact with your cervix, you will feel some pressure, but it shouldn’t
be painful. So just try to relax for me.”

“Ow!” I heard Cynthia say loudly.

“Cynthia was that painful?” Asked the nurse.

“Well it felt kind of like a menstrual cramp, I just wasn’t expecting
it. It just felt weird, is all.”

Then I started to feel that hot feeling in my stomach that spread slowly
and teasingly down to my clit and to my cunt. The vibrator was rather
strong for it’s size, and my pussy was getting so wet I had to use my
other hand to keep the vib from slipping out. When I got a good grip on
the end of the vibrator, I started to slowly pump it in and out of me,
until my throbbing clit seemed to make my cunt cry out for a pounding
fuck! As hard as I could, I rammed the vibrator all the way in and then
all they way back out several times, feeling it as it hit my own cervix,
experiencing that same “weird” pain that Cynthia had just felt.

“Well then, okay Cynthia, I’ve completed your pap smear, and I’m now
going to unlock and remove the speculum……there. And we’re almost
finished, there’s just one more part to the exam and then it will be
over with. What I need to do next is to give you a rectal exam, to make
sure that all is well in your lower digestive tract. This will only take
a couple of minutes. What I’m going to do is put some lubricant on my
finger…like this…. nurse, will you please apply some lubricant to
the anus? Thank you. I will insert my finger and feel for any lumps or
other problems in your rectum. Okay now Cynthia, it is very important
that you relax. Okay that’s very good. Now I will insert my
finger…okay Cynthia you’re doing fine but I need you to relax, don’t
tighten your anus around my finger.”

Suddenly Cynthia bursts out, “But doctor, I feel like I have to um, like
I have to um, you know….make a bowel movement!”

“That’s perfectly normal, now just relax and the feeling will pass in a
few seconds.”

“Okay, it’s gone,” Cynthia said, sounding relieved.

“Good. Now I’m going to push my finger in a little farther and feel the
walls of your rectum. I need you to push outward, like you are expelling
a bowel movement. That will make it easier for my finger to slide
in….okay good, you’re doing good. Now just relax. You can feel that
I’m moving my finger around inside you, feeling for anything out of
place. Have your bowel movements been regular these past few days, dear?
I can feel a stool just beyond my finger, and it’s a little on the hard
side.”

Sounding ashamed, Cynthia said, “No, I’ve been a little constipated
lately.”

Hearing Cynthia’s anguished and embarrassed cries was about all I could
stand as I lay there on my bed, rubbing my hot, wet cunt. Out of
curiosity, I removed the dildo from my pussy, and seeing that it was
already well lubricated, I slowly inserted it in my asshole. I had never
tried this before, and I was surprised at the pleasing sensation it gave
me. I also began to feel my muscles contract like I needed to make a
bowel movement, but I remembered the doctor’s words as the feeling
passed. I pictured Cynthia in the exam room below, legs spread wide
apart in the stirrups, with a doctor’s gloved finger deep inside her
tender asshole.

I used some of my pussy juice to lubricate my clit, and
rubbed it hard with the fingers of one hand while I finger fucked myself
some more with the other hand. The vibrator that was now deep in my ass
was making my pussy seriously wet, and I could start to feel the tingle
deep inside. And then finally I lost all control. My fingers hit just
the right spot on my erect clit and my back arched and my ass was
completely off the bed as I had the most intense, earth shattering
orgasm of my life. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as the contractions
in my pussy and asshole became so strong that they pulled the vibrator
deeper inside of me. As I furiously rubbed my clit the feeling was so
stupendous that I let out a scream as the last and strongest part of the
orgasm rippled through my pussy and asshole and I collapsed back onto
the bed, feeling exhausted but satisfied as the sweat poured off of me.

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With the exception of name changes, the story you are about to read is
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During 1986 through ?87 I shared an apartment with a 21-22 year old
Italian female nymph. We’ll call her Lisa. Lisa had a perfectly
proportioned, petite body, and a cute face, and was game for just about
anything. During that time I had more sex than I ever imagined (I was 26
at the time). This gave me an opportunity to play out this fetish I had
since before I knew what sex was.

I had often fantasized about taking a females temp rectally, so I
couldn?t think of a better test subject than Lisa. It would often go
like this….

I would have her remove her jeans, and lie on her stomach while I got
things ready. My heart would pound as I removed the thermometer from its
case. It always brought a raging hard-on as I shook it down and dipped
it in the KY. Then I would put a pillow under her mid section and gently
pull her panties down just below her knees (the panties had to stay
partially on) then with one hand I would spread her cheeks and with the
other, slowly insert the thermometer.

As it turned out, Lisa really liked it too. She would moan and groan
while waiting for it, and in many occasions would ask for it. This would
serve as great foreplay and we would have terrific sex
afterwards…anyway, our relationship soured after a while and I threw
her out of the apartment in September of 87. Within a few months I was
hooked up with a new girlfriend (we’ll call her Denise).

Since Denise had a lot more class and a lot more brains than Lisa (Lisa
WAS sort of a bimbo, even if it isn?t polite to say so).

I was ashamed to mention my fetish to her. And I even went as far as to
throw the thermometers out before moving Denise in. I settled in to a
pretty normal sex life with Denise and we married a year later and moved
to a new town ..

I would often reminisce about my fun with Lisa and would wonder about
“doing it to Denise”. She certainly had a sensitive ass and always
enjoyed anal stimulation. I would jokingly suggest it whenever the
subject would come up. She would respond with a “yeah right” or
something.

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Until one night I was going through drawer. I came upon what appeared to
be a white thermometer case. much to my surprise, It had the name of our
new pharmacy on it !!!I

I quickly opened the case and slowly pulled the thermometer out,
exposing a round stubby tip. The sight of it brought a tremendous
hard-on. The first chance I got I approached her about it. She first
said something like, “we needed one but I bought a rectal by mistake?”

“Yeah right,” I thought to my self, (sorry folks you don?t buy that by
accident). It was then I knew that she wanted it. I could tell this
conversation was embarrassing her so I backed off.

A few days later after some heavy sex, we were lying naked on the couch,
she said “why don?t you get the thermometer ?” and I was happy to
oblige. I had her lie across my lap while I took her temp. Anyway, we
still use the thermometer from time to time. We don?t want to wear it
out … maybe this fetish isn?t so unusual after all.
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My name is Lucy Dawson. At the time of this examination I had just
turned 22 years old. I had just graduated college, I had my own
apartment and my credentials landed me a job in the corporate office of
a very respectable company. The only thing standing between me and
starting my new job was a visit to Dr. Tushy. My company had set me up
an appointment for 2:00 p.m. on a Friday afternoon with Dr. Tushy for a
complete physical examination.

I walked into Dr. Tushy’s waiting room at about 1:30 p.m. and went
straight up to the classic sliding glass windows where I was met by the
receptionist; an older women probably in her upper 40s. The receptionist
handed me a sign in sheet. As I was signing at it, I noticed that there
were quite a few names ahead of me on the list. However they all had
later appointments then me. So, I handed the sign in sheet back to the
receptionist and she told me to have a seat and that somebody would be
with me shortly.

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The waiting room was pretty packed and there was one empty seat in the
corner and that is where I sat. I picked up some sports magazine and I
started paging through it. The receptionist’s window slid open and she
slid her head out and called my name. I replied yes and she asked me if
I was hear for a complete physical exam and a rectal. I replied by
saying yeah I guess so and she said good enough. At that time my face a
turned a bit red as a hot blonde chic elbowed her hotter brunette friend
and they giggled to each other. A pregnant woman was seated on the other
side of me with her son and he asked he what a rectal was and she told
him that it was something that he would learn about when he was daddy’s
age.

About 5 minutes later the door swung open and a male nurse called out my
name. I stood up and followed him down the long hallway. He asked me how
I was doing and what not and then he said that our first stop would be
the scale. He weighed me and measured my height. I weighed in at 150lbs
and was 5′10″. I was short and ripped at 150 lbs. After high school
sports I kept my self in pretty good shape. The male nurse then told me
to head into the second room on the right where he would get my vitals
and prep me for Dr. Tushy.

I entered the room and took a seat up on the doctor’s table and the male
nurse then took my pulse and my blood pressure. He said that they
checked out fine and then he pulled out a specimen cup and a gown. He
asked me to fill up the specimen cup with a urine sample and to set it
on the counter and then put on the gown with the opening in the back and
that Dr. Tushy would be with me shortly. The male nurse left the room
and I slowly undressed, folding my clothes into a nice pile on a chair
in the corner of the room. As I looked around I could see that this was
a pretty large examination room, it wasn’t really one of those tight
cramped rooms at most Dr.’s offices. I filled up the specimen cup with
urine rather easily, as I figured I would have to give a sample so I had
held it for a while.

After that I put on the gown with the opening in the back and as I was
tying it the darn ties broke and so now I had a nice breeze shooting up
my behind and an open gown. None the less I sat down on the exam table
and there was a knock on the door. I said come in and it was the male
nurse again.

The male nurse told me that he had forgotten to take my temperature and
that Dr. Tushy wouldn’t be too happy with him. I said okay no problem
and opened my mouth wide. He then turned around with a huge thermometer
and a tube of lubricating jelly. The male nurse said sorry and that Dr.
Tushy had a strict policy that all temperatures were rectal temps. I
groaned and said all right.

The male nurse popped on a latex glove dabbed some lubricating jelly on
the thermometer and asked me to roll over and lay on my stomach. I did
so and he had me spread my legs. The male nurse then spread my ass
cheeks and dabbed some lubricating jelly on my anus. He then told me to
relax and that he was going to insert the thermometer now. I jerked as
he started to slid the thermometer into my ass. He told me to relax and
shoved the thermometer deeper into me. He said that he was almost
finished and then he twisted the thermometer and asked for me to hold
still. After a few minutes he withdrew the thermometer and said that my
temperature looked fine. He then wiped away the access lubricating jelly
from my anus, took the urine sample and told me to have a seat and that
Dr. Tushy would be in any minute now and then he left.

Not more then two minutes later there was a knock at the door and too my
surprise a beautiful Asian women with long black hair walked in and was
wearing a white lab coat and skirt. She introduced herself to me as
being Dr. Laura Tushy and told me that I could call her Dr. Laura. She
said that all of my vitals looked all right and that she would make this
examination go as quickly as possible as long as I cooperated and didn’t
have a problem with her thoroughness. I said okay and she looked over my
face and felt around for my lymph nodes.

She then checked my ears and then moved onto checking my nose with a pen
light and then she took out a tongue depressor and looked in my throat.
She said that all of that looked fine and she then asked me to lie back
on the exam table. I did so and she lowered the gown to my waist and
began feeling around my abdomen. She did some tapping and palpating and
then she had me sit back up. She then checked the reflexes of my elbows
and knees which checked out to be good. Dr. Laura then told me that she
needed to do a genital exam and that I should take off my gown and stand
in front of her with my hands down to my sides.

I did so and Dr. Laura washed her hands and then rolled over to be on
her little stool and was right about eye level with my testicles. She
cupped each of them in her hand, did some tapping and asked me to turn
my head and cough twice. I did so and she then moved up to my shaft and
looked it over from top to bottom paying careful attention to the my
slit. She opened my slit and told me that everything appeared to be
fine. She then took out a pair of latex gloves and snapped them on. She
took out the tube of lubricating jelly and told me that she now needed
to do a rectal exam to ensure that my prostate was not enlarged. Dr.
Laura then asked me to bend over the exam table and to spread my legs.

I did so and Dr. Laura then spread my ass cheeks and dabbed some
lubricating jelly onto my anus. She then told me to bare down and she
then inserted her finger fully into my rectum and I jumped. She told me
to relax as she poked a prodded around for what seemed like forever. She
then withdrew her finger and I though I was going to have a bowel
movement right there on the floor but luckily I didn’t.

Dr. Laura then told me that she wanted exam my farther with a
proctoscope just to double check everything. I agreed and she asked me
to lay on my side up on the exam table. I laid down on the exam table
and she then had me pull one of my knees up to my chin so that she could
have full access to my rectum. Dr. Laura changed gloves and pulled out
the proctoscope. She told me that I might feel a little bit of pain and
discomfort but that everything was going to be alright. I complied and
she then lubed up the proctoscope and inserted it deep into my rectum.
Again I jerked but quickly relaxed and then became uneasy as I felt a
burning sensation inside of my rectum.

After what seemed like 10 minutes Dr. Laura with drew the scope took off
her gloves and said that everything looked fine and that she had one
thing left to do. She said that my company required that I give a seamen
sample. I said okay and Dr. Laura told me to stay in this position and
that she would be right back.

Dr. Laura returned with the male nurse who was carrying another specimen
cup. She snapped the latex gloves back on as did the male nurse. Dr.
Laura said that she was going to do a process which was called milking
the prostate and that her nurse Brian was going to catch my seamen in
the specimen cup. I said okay and he then without lubrication shoved
three fingers into my anus and began massaging my prostate as Nurse
Brian came around to the other side of the table picked up my now rock
hard cock and held it into the specimen container.

My body began to shake and Dr. Laura told me to let it go and that
everything would be fine, I began to jerk and before I knew, I shot cum
into the specimen container. Nurse Brian closed the container, dumped
his gloves, took the seamen sample and left the room. Dr. Laura withdrew
her fingers from my anus, dumped her gloves and gave me a clean bill of
health. She then told me to see the receptionist and schedule another
appointment for 6 months.

She then gave me some paper towels to clean up. I thanked her and she
left the room. I quickly wiped up, both in front and all around my anus.
I quickly got dressed and was at the receptionists window in about 5
minutes. I scheduled another appointed and Dr. Laura waved goodbye as I
headed out into the waiting room. The blonde and the brunette were still
sitting there waiting and they smiled at me and just as I was leaving
the blonde was called in for her gynecological examination. I smiled at
them and her brunette friend followed her into Dr. Laura’s office
quarters as I walked out of the waiting room and to my truck. My ass
hurt but it sort of turned me on and I couldn’t wait for my next
appointment with Dr. Laura to come around.

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“Hey, what’s this?” she asked.
“It’s a speculum,” I replied. “I got it at the clinic. Let me
show how to use it and everything, and - hey, I can see your

imagination working! What are you cooking up?

Let’s use that when we ‘play’ tonight!”

“Tonight, hell. Let’s do it now,” Angelina retorted. “I’ll wash the
speculum and you get the lubricant.”

I felt my heartbeat increase as I fetched the lubricant for this new
adventure. She thoroughly cleaned the instrument and came into the
bedroom where I was waiting. “I want you to get me wet and creamy before
we use this,” she stated. A while later, after some massaging, kissing and caressing, her
breathing quickened, and I knew that she was ready for whatever I
dreamed up. I slowly undressed her, and slipped her panties off. She was
very creamy and I quickly shed my clothes and gave her sweet pussy some
long, passionate kisses while she moaned and squirmed.

I generously smeared lubricant on the clear plastic speculum and asked
Angelina to insert it. She spread her legs wide and gently inserted the
speculum in her creamy vagina. Then she slowly adjusted it as I gazed in
wonder at the scene before me. Her pussy was spread wide open.

I put one  finger in the opening and felt the fleshy interior of her vagina close
to the opening. I asked her if she could spread it open any further. She
said she needed some time to get adjusted to the feel of it before she
could do that. After a few more minutes of foreplay she reached down and
spread the speculum so that it opened her up even more.

“I want to come inside you, baby doll,” I whispered, “while you have the
speculum in you.”

“Be careful baby,” Angelina answered with wide eyed excitement.

I put a generous supply of lubricant on my throbbing erection and
positioned myself to enter her. It was a strange sensation as I
carefully and slowly worked my cock in through the partly plastic,
partly fleshy, tunnel of sexuality. All the way in, I probed Angelina
with very short strokes.

“Oh! that feels so good!” Angelina exclaimed as she shuddered. That was
all it took and I spurted uncontrollably into her open vagina.

“Angelina, that was absolutely delicious!” I told her after we had been
in each others’ arms a while.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she dreamily acknowledged. “You are soooooo naughty! We’ve
got to do that again.”

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This story is about a young oriental girl from a small country in
southeast Asia.  Her name is Kei, and she is 24 years old.  I
have known Kei for 2 years.

First, I will tell you about Kei.  Kei is a very shy and modest
girl, probably the most modest I know.  In the 2 years I have
known her, she has never worn anything that would reveal more
than her hands and face.  She is also devestatingly beautful.
She is small, around 5″4, slight build, and has beautiful dark
brown skin, similar to a white girl who has gotten a verrrry deep
tan.

Since Kei is so pretty, I have always thought that it was unfair
that her beauty was always hidden beneath so much cloth!  I
decided one day that it was time for her to experience some new
things (new to her, anyway).  I had a plan for her.

A friend of mine (Rick) is a medical student at a local
university, so this gave me an idea.  One day, Kei was feeling
ill, and I insisted that she make an apointment at the doctors.
Now, since kei had only spent a short time in USA (having just
moved here from Asia), she had no idea what hospitals were like.
She reluctantly made the apointment for the next day.  Of course,
she felt better by then, but I told her to go anyway.

The next day, I drove Kei to the hospital where we met my student
friend Rick.  Rick and I were both very attracted to oriental
women, and Kei was no exception.  I sat in the waiting room, and
Geroge motioned for Kei to follow him.  He took her into a small
room, told her to put on a hospital gown, and left.

A few
minutes later he came for her, and brought her back to the
waiting room. Boy, was I surprised when she sat down next to me.
The gown he had given her was very short - it came down only to
mid-thigh, and pulled up even higher when she sat down.  It was
the first view I, and probably any guy, had ever had of her legs.
God, where they beautiful.  Her dark legs were firm and
well-toned - her skin clung tightly to the muscles of her thighs
and calves.  The two guys sitting across the room were staring
rather obiously at this sight, enjoying the view.  Kei was
obviously very embarrassed by this, since she never before been
this exposed to a stranger.  If only she knew what would happen
in a few minutes!!

Rick finally came back and took her to a room down the hall. This
room had 3 beds in it, two of which were occupied by male
patients. He motioned for Kei to sit down on the other.  This she
did, but glanced nervously at the other two men.  After she sat
down, Rick reached around to back of her neck, and to her horror,
untied the gown and let it slide down until it was resting on her
lap.  This had the direct result of making her shapely chest
visible to 3 men she had never even met.  Her face registed her
embarrasment as her smooth dark breasts were exposed. Rick then
proceeded to hold his stethescope to her chest, listening to her
heartbeat. After a few moments of this, he put it down and
started to push on her stomach.  After a few more routine
examination kinds of things, he moved one had to her left breast
and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to
gasp.  He squeezed harder, then moved to the other breast and
repeated the proceedure.  He ran his finger in little circles
around her nipples, making them erect.  All the while, Kei
lowered her eyes and did not look at the other men in the room.

If Kei thought that she could never feel more open and exposed
than this, she was wrong.  Rick told her to lie down on the bed,
and he removed her gown from her lap leaving her completely
naked.

He told her to spread her legs, which she refused to do.
After he told her she had to do it, she very slowly opened her
legs.

Joe lubricated his fingers with some Vasiline, and with one
had spread her flesh while inserting his first two fingers into
her. She gasped as he worked his fingers in and out, massaging
her clit in the process.  When his fingers first entered her, she
gasped and clutched the side of the bed, her face contorted with
embarrasement, humiliation, and hornyness. Rick gave her a few
seconds to get herself under control. Then, he continued his
stimulation. After a while the physical sensations began to have
an effect on her; her clit and nipples got erect, and she began
to breath in slower, deep breaths.  She was trying very hard to
ignore the sensations Rick was producing. A few more minutes of
this and she could no longer control herself.  She began to moan
lightly, and her pelvis rose rhythmically off the bed.

As Rick
stroked her clit, her orgasm overtook her; she opened her eyes
wide, looked directly into Rick’s eyes, and made little sounds
betraying the extacy she was trying to hide.  After her orgasm
had subsided, she saw that the other guys in the room were
watching her lustily.

To help her relax the doctor injected ‘the air’ in her but with caused some amazing effects on her.

Rick, however, acted as if what had just
happened was a normal procedure. He told her he would have to do
some tests on her. He took a clit vibrator from a tray beside
him, and strapped it to her.  He told her to stand up and put her
gown on. When she had done this, (much releaved to hide her body
from prying eyes), he reached between her legs with one had and
turned on the vibrator, causing her to gasp and cry out. He told
her to follow him, and he left the room and walked down the hall.
She had trouble walking, but, consiously placing one foot in
front of the other, slowly followed.  When he had come to the
waiting room, he told her to sit down and wait until he came back
for her.

As she sat down across from three male patients, her gown again
pulled up her legs, revealing the inside of her thighs, but not
the vibrator.  She sat down quietly, and placed her hands on her
knees.  She was determined not to show what she was feeling.
After a minute to let her calm down, I started to talk to her.
I asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner tonight, but she
found it difficult to respond.  Her words came haltingly, with

pauses for breath every few seconds.  As the conversation
progressed, the vibrator began to have the desired effect.

She
resorted to nodding her head for yes and no questions.  As it
became obvious that she was close to orgasm, I asked her a
question requiring a long reply.  She was cuming while talking,
trying so hard to concentrate on the her speech.

After a few minutes, Rick came back and took her to another room.
In this room was an examination table equipped with stirrups,
which she eyed fearfully.  He told her to lie down on the bed and
removed her gown and vibrator.  He told her to slide toward the
end of the table, and put her legs in the stirrups.  He left, and
a few short minutes came back with 3 other medical students and a
dick shaped piece of ice 8 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.  As
she lay there, one of the other students began to ask her about
herself and her country.  At the same time, Rick gently spread
her dark flesh with one hand.  She tried to concentrate on what
she was saying.  Rick waited until she started a long sentence,
and then, slowly inserted the tip of the ice dildo.  She stopped
in mid-sentence, gasping and inhaling sharply as the cold ice
penetrated her. He continued to slide the ice inside her,
watching as her silky smooth flesh parted to accept it.  After it
was inside her, he quickly fastened a cloth under her crotch so
that it kept the ice in place.  He took her legs from the
stirrups, and put her gown back on.  He then told her to follow
him, and he walked out of the room.  She could barely walk, and
had to concentrate on each and every step, going very slowly.
He turned to go up a set of stairs, motioning for her to go
first.  She did, slowly.  After walking around for 2 or 3
minutes, he took her back to the examining room, removed her
gown, and removed what was left of the ice.

END OF PART ONE

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I made an appointment for the following week on my way home from the
site.  It’s late and I’m feeling grimy from working all day, but I
frankly don’t care - this ain’t no beauty contest.  The waiting room is
empty when I get there, then a nurse pops her head out of one of the
rooms to greet me.  She says to follow her and happily announces that
I’m the last patient of the day and she can’t wait to get home — I
assured her that neither could I.  She gives me a cup for a urine sample
and leads me to the bathroom and tells me to meet her next door in exam
room 3 - she offers that it’s the warmest of the 4 rooms that they
considerately use for physicals.  I return with my sample and the nurse
tells me to take off my shirt and shoes.   First she measures and weighs
me, then has me sit on the exam table to take temperature and blood
pressure, which was a little high; we chalk it up to anxiety over a
visit to the doctor.  She takes her papers and says the doctor will be
in shortly, directing me to undress to my underwear and have a seat on
the table.

I remove my jeans and socks and slightly wish I had been more thoughtful
about underwear choices this morning.  I’m wearing these new cotton
boxers my wife bought which provide no support; while throughout the day
I actually enjoyed the sensation of my cock and balls swinging freely,
but not infront of this stranger.  I hop up on the table and wait; I
hear the doctor and nurse talking outside the room where she gives him
my chart and says there’s nothing unusual and says she’ll be leaving as
long as nothing else is needed; he wished her a good night.

Doctor Jeffers enters the room and shakes my hand in introduction.  He
is about my own age and height, clean-shaved, wavy brown hair - he
looked like he could be from an ad in a magazine.  Very different from
the gray-haired Marcus Welby type I was expecting.  He speaks regularly
and reminds me of a college buddy which sort of puts me at ease.  He
reminds us out loud that this is a routine physical required for
insurance coverage so, although it’s thorough, he’ll try to have me on
my way real soon.

He begins by asking questions about medical history while checking eyes,
ears, nose and mouth.  Then he listens to my breathing from the front
and back.  While the room is warm, the stethoscope is still cold against
my flesh.  I notice goose bumps and my nipples hardening; it felt
weird.  He asked me next to lay on the table while he felt my glands,
chest and stomach and asked if anything hurt.  His probing shook my body
which strangely caused a tingling sensation down below as my cock and
balls rubbed together in my boxers.

The doctor then jokingly says it’s time for everyone’s favorite part of
the exam; I know what’s coming.  He asks me to stand and remove my
underwear.  He rolls over a stool and sits eye level with Petey and the
twins.  I’m not hung like a horse or nothing, but my cock is one that
hangs impressively thick and long at about 6 inches soft; it grows only
about another 2 inches when it’s hard to 8 rigid inches.  Since high
school I remember liking to strut my stuff around the lockeroom and the
comments from the guys about making the ladies happy with that thing.
But this was different.  This guy was real close and personal.  I stood
with feet spread as he asked and closed my eyes.  He probed and prodded
my balls, checking for any irregularities.  Despite myself, I liked the
contact and could feel my cock begin to thicken.  Finished with my nuts,
he held the shaft taut at the base and ran his hand along its length as
he made his inspection.  My cock was swelling to its fullest and I
apologized for getting hard in his hand.  He said it happened a lot and
not to worry - at least I wasn’t there because I needed Viagra!

He released my throbbing member and asked me to turn around and rest my
upper torso on the table.  I heard the sound of snapping rubber and knew
what was next.  He spread my ass cheeks and announced that my hole
looked puffy and swollen; had I been constipated or something?  I hadn’t
had any trouble so I was baffled, then I realized what might be the
trouble.  He continued asking questions until I finally asked if I could
talk to him honestly.  I had discovered during my jerk off sessions in
the past few months that I liked stimulating my ass to help get me off.
Usually it was just my finger, but I experimented with my wife’s brush
handle and a tube of hand cream.  I guess that explained the irritation
satisfactorily.  He said that obviously massaging the prostate would be
sexually stimulating and asked if my wife and I had incorporated this
into our sex life.  I laughed out loud and disclosed that she didn’t
even like sucking my cock because it was unsanitary, that she certainly
wouldn’t be up for licking my ass and sticking her finger in there.  He
laughed in agreement.

His sheathed fingers coated with gel, he gently massaged my butt hole
with circling motions before entering.  It was very erotic and felt my
cock begin to harden again.  He inserted his finger, feeling for
abnormalities, grazing my prostate and causing my body to radiate with
heat.  He said that though things felt normal he’d like a closer look
since I was abusing my hole.  He asked me to lie back on the table and
put my feet in the stirrups.  I was humiliated; I felt like that was for
women.  He assured me it was a proper procedure to afford him the view
he needed to assess any damage.

I looked down between my hairy legs up in the air to see his face within
licking distance of my privates.  My cock certainly soften during this
intrusive procedure, but I noticed the clear wet spots on my legs and
stomach from the precum I was obviously dripping earlier.  His look was
intense and said that the skin seemed raw; he asked how I played with
myself.  I asked in disbelief, “you want me to show you?”  I reached
down between my legs and began to insert my pointer finger.  I said,
there&like this.  He apparently saw that this angle put an undo source
of friction on my hole, and suggested I enter it from underneath.  He
then took my hand and placed it under my butt, taking my finger and
leading it to my asshole.  I couldn’t believe this was happening!  My
cock sprang to life as my own finger entered my ass, being held by the
doctor’s.  He then inserted his own finger to show me where to massage
on the inside.  Two fingers in my hole was a first and sent a wave a
sexual frenzy over my entire body.  My cock was throbbing and leaking
precum.  My hips started bucking to have these fingers enter my hot, wet
hole more deeply.  He asked how I felt and I said I was really getting
lightheaded.  He said my prostate was a bit swollen, probably needing a
release.  If I wanted, I could finish myself off.  So, with both his and
my own fingers penetrating my hairy ass and massaging my prostate, I
grabbed my swollen cock and milked it for all it was worth - right
there, in front of this strange guy.  It was so stimulating and so
unreal.  I came in buckets.

After I shot my load, he handed me some tissues and assured me that my
responses were normal.  I should continue to explore what gets me off
and to be more careful about what I stick inside my butt.  I said I
could wait another year for a physical or if I wanted he’d understand if
I came back in 6 months.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do.

The examining or colonic table was covered with a white sheet, with a
small pillow on the far end and had a large absorbent pad in the
middle.

Two hoses led from under this pad, the larger connected to a
stand that had two glass tubes in front of a florescent light.  Against
the wall just inside the entrance there was a black cabinet with a few
faucet handles and some gauges.  I thought I’d see some sort of
reservoir but my imagination wasn’t fulfilled.

Mrs.Guiles told me that
this was a Dierker colonic machine and that the faucet valves controlled
the temperature of the water and the flow that would be removed via the
large tube. The return would pass through the glass tube where progress
would be reviewed and if anything needed to be collected it could be
obtained by isolating one or the other of the two vial like glass
sections.  She asked if I had any questions but I was too dry and
nervous to respond.  She had me lie down on my right side and after
adjusting my legs I almost jumped off the table as a well lubricated
finger was thrust up my bottom and probed around before I knew what was
happening. “You’re slightly impacted but that’ll be no problem” was her
remark as she withdrew her finger and removed a rubber glove that I’d
never seen her put on.  With that she left the room and I could hear her
in the next corridor as a cabinet was opened and closed. She reentered
the room with something silver in her hand but I couldn’t see what she
had as it was held to the side.  She reminded me of the way the
dentist used to cloak the syringe when I was to get a shot of Novocain.

She asked me to take a deep breath and I tensed something fierce waiting
to be invaded.  “Now relax and take a real deep breath through your open
mouth” was the instruction and as I did this something large shot up my
bottom and I let out some sort of a startled cry. “You’re all right now”
was her remark as she connected the hoses to what was up into me and
placed some kind of a weighted pillow to hold the tubing in place.  I
heard water starting to run but didn’t feel anything at all.  She
explained this as filling the return or exhaust system and to let her
know when I was ready to start.

I guess I said the magic word although I don’t really recall. All I
remember is just the feel of warmth as the first wave from the machine
entered my innards. This lasted for maybe twenty or thirty seconds and
them I could feel the water being drawn out of me.  Mrs.Guiles asked if
I wanted to view the results as the return passed in front of the light
but I declined.  After about five minutes or so of this she had me
roll over onto my back, supporting my connection to the machine and the
weight as I turned to the new position.  I could feel that the water had
progressed to up under my rib cage when she stopped the flow and began
massaging my left side and kneading the flexure where the colon turned
to go across my body. This was really different from any enema that I’d
had as there was no undue pressure or the cramping that usually
accompanied it.  Well this went on, the in and out of the water
occasionally interrupted for a series of kneading and massage along the
length of the colon.  Towards the end of the hour she alerted me to the
fact that she was going to decrease the temperature and “Go high up into
you”. This really brought my insides alive as the cool water ran way up
into me without any interference.  After the second of these rinses she
told me that on the third time she wanted me to hold the water.  I would
be disconnected and then go to the toilet to empty out. I thought that
this filling was going to come out my mouth she put so much water up
into me and I had to ask her to please stop.  She removed the monstrous
nozzle by pulling it back and at the same time pressed a large gauze pad
against my anus.  She had me apply pressure to the pad and this helped
me hold my bellyful till I was on the toilet.  Lord, my belly was so
swollen that I needed her help to get down off the table before starting
my run to the toilet.

When I finally emerged she wanted to be assured that I was finally empty
and asked how I felt.  I had to admit that while nervous
apprehension and the session had taken a lot out of me I definitely felt
better and was now more relaxed.

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I live in the Midwest and we have several doctors in the town but one that I remember best was Dr.Tushy He was about 80 years old and had been in medicine forever. When you went to his office the receptionist was
also his nurse and usually you were the only patient there. The office contained one of the old wooden exam tables, an exam chair and he still used the glass syringes with the large needles he reused and kept in a steam sterilizer. I liked the fact that he was easy to see, cheap and usually made you feel better fairly quick.

I was dating a girl named Jane who did not really like doctors and hated shots and one only go to the doctor when she was really sick and I usually had to force her to go. She came home from work one day
complaining of not feeling well again and I told her that I had decided she needed checked out and I was tired of her being sick so I had made her an appointment with Dr.Tushy.

She complained as usual but since she did not have a regular doctor she
agreed to go. I did not tell her that I had explained to the nurse that
she had been complaining about not feeling good for some time and had
not been to the doctor in a long time.

The time for the appointment soon arrived and we went to the fourth
floor and entered the office. The nurse/receptionist, Lynn greeted us
and told us the doctor would see us shortly. Jane asked me quietly if
she had to fill out any paperwork and I told her not to worry about it
that the doctor made his own notes.

We were soon shown to the exam area which was just a large room with everything medically right there in sight. The doctor was sitting at his desk, attired in his usual dark suit, no lab coat. He asked Jane what

was wrong and she explained that she just had not felt very good for a while and added she had not been to a doctor for a long time. The doctor nodded and jotted a few notes down and told her she was going to get a complete exam:

and when he was done he was sure he would make her feel better. The nurse then told Jane to remove all her clothes

and handed her a sheet.

I think Jane was looking for an changing room but when no
one made any move to show her she soon started removing her clothes
right in front of the doctor, the nurse and me. I know she was a little
uncomfortable but I enjoyed the show. She was finally down to her bra
and panties and the nurse looked over and told her to remove everything.

Jane reached back and removed her lite blue bra allowing her nice firm
breasts to swing free.

It was cool in the office and always and her
nipples were rock hard from the cold.

She thing hooked her fingers in the lite blue thong and dropped it on top of her clothes. I watched as
she moved to the table and tried to cover as much as she could with the
sheet.

The doctor stepped over and did the usual exam for eyes ears, nose, throat etc and listened to her lungs. He then had her lay down and soon had the sheet down doing a breast exam which he completed by rolling

each nipple between his thumb and forefinger which I know caused her to moan not from pain but pleasure since her nipples are very sensitive.

I watched as he listened to her lungs and abdomen and then stepped back and we watched as the nurse told her to slide down to the end of the table. Jane looked at me with a why look in her eyes but I just shrugged my shoulders and watched. The nurse soon had her butt right at the edge of the table and the doctor after pulling on a pair of rubber gloves

sat down on a small stool and adjusted a light as the nurse moved the sheet
back exposing Jane in all her nudity. The doctor explained that he was
going to do a pelvic exam

just to be sure and with that I watched as he
picked up a fresh made plastic speculum with optical cable attached to it

and using his one gloved hand spread her
vaginal lips and quickly slid the speculum  inside.

Jane gasped with
what she told me later was some pain, some pressure and quite a bit of
pleasure.

He soon had the device rotated and opened and quickly took
some swabs from deep inside her. I watched as the speculum was removed
and he stepped up and quickly inserted two fingers deep in her vagina

and used his other hand to push around on her stomach.

I watched her face as he moved his fingers around and could see her grit her teeth to
hold back the moan.

The doctor soon finished this part of the exam and told her to get on
her hands and knees so he could do a rectal exam.

Jane at this point was
starting to get unhappy but the doctor did not give her time to argue.

She soon had assumed the proper position and I watched as he soon had
not one but two lubricated gloved fingers deep in her ass.

Jane could no
longer hold back the loud moans as his fingers moved around and I knew I was getting extremely turned on by all this. Soon the fingers were removed and the doctor told the nurse that he would need a urine sample
collected. Jane was asking for the bathroom when the nurse explained that she was going to use a cath since she wanted a clean sample. This did not go over well but once again things were moving to fast for Jane
to protest much. The nurse soon had her on her back again on the table with her legs spread and was washing her shaved vagina with beta dine solution.

She then explained that she would be inserting a lubricated tube in to her bladder to collect a sample of urine and that it was a little uncomfortable but would be over quickly. I watched as she picked up the cath and separated the shaved lips and slowly advanced the tube, Jane moaned once loudly as the tube moved in to the bladder explaining
later that it was a very strange but nice feeling. The nurse soon had the sample collected and the cath removed.

The doctor joined us again a short time later and explained that Jane was run down and had picked up a slight infection. He explained to her that he would give her some b12, and some antibiotics and she should be
fine in a few days. He then asked her when she had last had injections for flu, pneumonia, tetanus and a couple other things and when she told him never he told her he would get her caught up on those also. This did
not set well with her and she gave me a look that could make you wilt.

The doctor explained that she was getting sick because she was not keeping up with these and there was no excuse for it.

I knew I was going to catch it later but for right now the conversation was stopped when the nurse started removing glass syringes from the sterilizer and attaching needles and filling the syringes. Jane had a
look of anger and terror on her face as she watched. Finally the nurse picked up the first syringe and turned to Jane and explained that the first ones could go in her arms which seemed to calm things down a
little. I could smell the alcohol as the nurse swabbed her butt and quickly jabbed the needle in and injected the medication.

This process was soon repeated in the other ass cheek and then Jane was told to just sit on
the edge of the table and the nurse picked up another syringe and moved the sheet back, swabbing a place on her inner thigh and before she could object the nurse had stabbed the needle deep in her thing muscle. Jane
yelped in pain and surprise as the injection was completed. The nurse soon had repeated the procedure on the other leg much to Jane’s displeasure. Jane was then told to stand up and lay across the table. I watched as Jane complied and the nurse quickly picked up another syringe and I could see this one had a very large needle attached, she moved the sheet aside and swabbed an area on her him and pushed the large thermomether.

with such a sharp end that it feels like needle deep in her ass. Jane by this time was yelling and crying at the same
time. The nurse ignored her discomfort and soon had a second needle
buried deep in the other side of her ass.

Finally she announced that she
was done and that she could get dressed. I watched as she took the
needles and syringes apart and placed them back in the unit to re
sterilize them and Jane slowly dressed taking time to rub her ass as she
put her clothes back on.

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“Why Amy,” she said, “it means you will have to go to the doctor and
have him check you over.”
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On further inspection, I saw that a specific doctor’s name was listed on
the exam - the college’s physician. I called the office and set up the
appointment. My girl friends all told me “He’ll examine between your
legs!” Every time they said that, I turned bright pink. I was
terrifically embarrassed at the idea, and I certainly did not want ANY
strange man looking at me down there.

I voiced my concerns to my Mom, who reassured me, saying, “Don’t worry,
Amy. The doctor is a professional, and he won’t do any more than he has
to see that you’re in good health.”

“Mom is an optimist,” I thought to myself. I knew how the boys at school
talked. They were always whispering about the girls they thought were
pretty, and they talked a lot about “snatch,” and “pussy,” leaving no
doubt about what they meant. I noticed the boys looking at the girls as
the girls bent over - some of the girls wore REALLY short skirts so that
the boys could see their rears when they leaned over, and those girls
liked to know that the boys watched them that way. I always wore “nice”
clothes. I liked to have boys look at me (what girl doesn’t), but I was
always embarrassed when I caught one of them looking up my dress.

This was a long time ago, but the most popular thing that year was
flared skirts and button blouses - with stockings and garterbelts. I
often wondered why the boys liked to look at us the way they did - I
knew WHY, of course - they were boys, we were girls, and they wanted us;
but I could never see that much attractive about a girl. I saw them all
the time in gym, naked, running through the gym - and I knew that the
boys would have done nearly anything to see us that way; but I couldn’t
understand what they saw that was so interesting. I was soon to learn
what boys liked in a way that I never thought possible.

As the day approached, I got more and more apprehensive, but I “buried”
it, just choosing to think about something else. The exam was to take
place on the college campus (it was about 75 miles away), so I bought a
bus ticket for the commuter bus that went between our town and the
college’s.

I had been briefed over the phone by the school nurse, a Miss Adlequist
- she told me, “Amy, you’ll really like the doctor, he’s very nice; and
since you’re coming so far, we’ll arrange for you to stay here
overnight, and you can be on your way in the morning. It was my first
time away. It was also pretty traumatic, thinking about that doctor
poking around all over me, but I really wanted to go to that school…
“Besides,” I thought, “it’ll probably be fun. I get to play college girl
for a day (my bus didn’t leave until the following afternoon), watch the
boys, and so on.”

The day finally arrived. I got up, made my bed (Mom made us do that),
brushed my teeth, brushed my hair (noting with pleasure that it was
getting longer - that was my ambition when I was a youngster - long
blonde hair, in a ponytail. The boys always watched “those” girls, and I
thought I would get their attention by imitating them).

It was time for me to go to the bus station. Mom drove me in our old
station wagon, let me off at the station (things were safer in those
days), and drove off. I was overwhelmed by the aloneness of all of this,
and a bit hurt that Mom had not even offered to take me. But I
determined to take it all in stride, and got on the bus, showing my
ticket, purchased two days earlier, with my own money.

The ride took forever. We must have stopped at every town in the WORLD!
Finally, the bus pulled up to the college, and about a half-dozen of us
got out. I was the only girl. The rest were boys, planning to try out
for various sports. I had stayed to myself, not wanting to tell the boys
what was going to happen to me (little did I know!), so I had nobody to
talk to the whole way.

I went to the building Nurse Adlequist had designated, and entered. A
sign on the door said “Free College Clinic.” The receptionist was a
striking brunette, about 21 or so. Her nametag said, “Velva Softitz, RN
(Trainee).”

She smiled at me (I thought, “What’s that smile mean?”) in a knowing
way, and handed me a clipboard with a couple of sheets of paper on it.
The sheets of paper were a medical questionnaire. “You’ll need to fill
these out, Amy,” she said. “The doctor has your chart, but we need some
additional information for the tests we need to do.”

“TESTS?” I thought. “WHAT tests???!!” I was truly spooked by this
revelation, and almost walked back through the door and called Mom. But
I did so want to go to that college. As if sensing my discomfort, the
receptionist said, “They’re routine. Not to worry.” I sat down and began
to fill in the blanks. I must have written for about 15 minutes. I had
just finished when the receptionist entered the room and called my name
- a formality, because I was the only person in the waiting room.

The first stop was the scale (I hate that!) - 140 # (height, 5′ 6″) -
then the exam room. It was like all the doctor’s offices I had been in
as a child - except for the exam table, which had an ominous-looking
pair of posts rising from one end, to which were attached a couple of
footrests. I had heard the other girls talk about “pelvic exams,” and
“putting your feet in the stirrups.” Now I understood - or thought I
did. The receptionist handed me off to the Nurse, Mrs. Adlequist, who
was a chubby redhead about 35 - very professional, all business, but
with a nice manner.

“Now, Amy,” she said, Doctor wants me to explain the details of what
you’re here for while I take your vital signs and blood pressure.” She
continued, “the point of this exam is to determine two things: first,
that you’re healthy enough to handle the difficulties of college, and
then to see if there’s anything major that we need to know about while
you’re here. Doctor will examine all of your major systems - lungs,
cardiovascular, muscular, glands, digestive, and reproductive (I
shuddered at the word “reproductive” - I knew what THAT meant), and so
forth. We’ll take a blood sample, a urine specimen, and then that’s it.”

I could tell there was something she wasn’t saying - she was looking at
me very strangely, as if to gauge my reactions. But I passed it off as
the fears of an overworked teenage girl’s mind. She was done with the
blood pressure, and gave me the cup and asked me to go pee. I took the
cup from her, and went to the bathroom. I closed the door. I dropped my
panties, sat down, and reached under myself with the cup and began to
pee.

Only then did I look up. Hanging on a hook on the door was the biggest
enema bag I had ever seen. I almost choked, nearly dropped the cup, and
peed all over my hand. I had received an enema or two from Mom. The
feelings were unpleasant, strange, and stimulating. I knew such things
were “medical,” but that was the LAST thing I expected to see in the
bathroom! I couldn’t help but look at it. It was red, open at the top,
smelled of rubber, and had a long black rubber hose with a clamp near
the end. Attached to the black rubber hose was a shorter hose, about 3
feet long, that was as thick as my thumb, and had a hole in the end and
on the side near the end.

It looked new, but the bag had recently been used. The bag was wet
(apparently had been washed), and little water drops had formed on the
bottom, as if it had been dried in haste. I couldn’t help but remember
the enemas Mom gave me - the little white nozzle sliding into my butt
(how would that great big hose feel?? how far would it go in?), the
pressure of the water, my moans (and sometimes sobs)as my belly filled,
the cramping, and how it hurt at the end, and how the bag never seemed
like it would empty (God, that bag on the door was big!), Mom telling me
that I had to take it all: everything came back to me in a rush, even
though it had been at least four years since she had given me an enema.

All this took less than thirty seconds to think and experience - and the
old feelings of stimulation, strangeness, and desire took over. However,
I had to get out to the exam room to finish up. I shuddered. I was
already frightened, stimulated, almost weak in the knees. And, I
noticed, as I wiped myself, I was also “wet.” The last time Mom had used
the enema bag on me, I had gotten that way - my “organs” had gotten all
slick and gooey during and after the enema, and for days after, whenever
I thought about it. I didn’t think Mom had noticed, and she had never
said anything, but I certainly noticed. It felt sort of good, but it was
embarrassing - like I was in my period, but the fluid was clear. I wiped
it off when it happened, and that felt good, too, but I was NOT about to
masturbate (good Catholic girls don’t), even though I wanted to.

I re-entered the room, and found the doctor standing there. He was an
older man, large. He wore a smile like it was part of him, and reached
out for my hand as I entered the room. Not the most propitious time for
a meeting. My right hand held the “pee cup,” and I realized I hadn’t
washed. I immediately blushed, and he smiled even more, and said,
“That’s all right, Amy. A urine fetish is one thing I DON’T have.”

I could tell he knew what I was thinking: “I can’t shake hands with this
doctor with piss on my hand!” He patted me on the shoulder, and led me
to the exam table, pulling out a “step” so I could get up easier. I sat
on the edge of the table, and he looked in my ears, in my mouth,
palpated the glands in my neck, looked in my eyes, wrote. He talked as
he wrote, discussing my plans (accounting or technical writing), talking
about the college (wonderful place!!). He had me unbutton my blouse, and
listened to my heart (from the front), and my lungs (from the back). I
was getting relieved. This wasn’t too bad!

Then he said: “Amy, you’ll find a hospital gown behind the screen over
there (gesturing to his right); I want you to disrobe completely, and
put that on. I’ll be back in just a few minutes to complete my
examination.”

I swallowed, my Adam’s apple as big as a baseball in my throat, and
whispered, “OK.” The doctor went out. I concentrated on the floor as I
removed my bra (all the girls thought I had nice breasts, I thought,
looking down at myself). My nipples stuck out. It was cold in the room.
I put the hospital gown on, and then I unzipped my skirt, removed my
garterbelt, stockings, panties (I removed that last item with a real
twinge of apprehension).

As I removed my clothes, I found myself idly listening to the sounds
coming through the ventilator. I could hear faint sounds coming through
the ventilation system. They sounded like…like ..whimpering! I
strained, putting my ear up to the ventilator. I heard, “Oh, doctor,
please!! It’s too much!! OoooOOHH!! AAaahaahhhHH! OMIGOD!”

And then, (the doctor’s voice) “It’ll be OK, Pammy. This is well within
your capacity. Just try to relax. Here, let me stop the flow for a sec.”
(silence, then gasps) “All right, Pammy, let’s finish up. I’ll elevate
the bag a little so it flows in quicker. That way it won’t be as long
till we’re done - and when we’re done, you can get up right away. You
don’t have to hold it.”

Silence for a moment. Then whimpering and whining: “Doctor,
pleeeaaasssee! I just can’t take anymore!” Then OOOooooHHHAAAaahhh!! OH!
GOD!”

“That’s right, Pammy, almost done now.” The next sounds I heard were not
really sounds of pain, but grunts and moans, rhythmic in nature. I know
now that they were “sex sounds.” Even then, I instinctively knew that
“Pammy” was not altogether hurting - some of the sounds I was hearing
were pleasure-sounds. These sounds, and all the others, drained away
gradually. I sat down on the chair behind the screen, my face flaming,
breathing in gasps, clenching my hands. My underarms were drenched. What
if the doctor found I was constipated? (I often was, a fact I carefully
hid from Mom - and this particular day was one of my worst in ages) What
would he do?? I could feel the wetness spreading between my lower lips,
threatening the chair underneath. I stood up. It wouldn’t do to have a
wet spot on the doctor’s chair, I thought to myself. I completed getting
ready for the doctor, fluffed my hair, shook my ponytail, and stepped
out from behind the screen with a shudder.

I stepped over to the exam table, shaking my ponytail nervously from
side to side. Nobody was in the room. I sat down on the table, feeling
the paper they used to protect the surface of the exam table on my bare
bottom. I shuddered. A tear escaped from the corner of my eye, as I
thought what might be next for me.

Dr. Ben strode into the room, smiling.

“And how are you now, Amy??” He asked.

I choked out: “O-okay.”

“All right, young lady, time for the rest of your exam. Lie down on your
back, legs together.” He helped me up on the table, and then stood at my
head. “Put your arms over your head, Amy,” he said.

As I did so he began to feel the glands under my arms and down the sides
of my breasts, palpating to see if there was any swelling. “All right,
put your arms at your sides, Amy,” he said, and as I did so, he lowered
the gown so that he could see my breasts.

I watched him peering at me (”I wouldn’t even let Sammy Boyle look at me
like that!” I thought, randomly); he felt my left breast all around the
outside; then the gland on the inside; then the nipple. Next he did the
right breast. I was unaccountably getting wet. I hoped he would start
his pelvic exam with plenty of lubricant - I was certainly producing
enough!

“All right, Amy, I see that Nurse didn’t take your temperature,” Dr. Ben
said, stepping over to the counter beside the exam table and removing a
thermometer. Then he bent down and picked up a jar of…VASELINE! I
thought, “OH. MY. GOD. This Doctor is going to take my temperature in my
bottom.” I was mortified.

“Bottoms up, Amy,” the Doctor intoned, helping me turn over on my belly
and lifting at my hips to show me what he wanted. I have to tell you, I
was too embarrassed to even speak - besides, it was all happening so
fast I didn’t have time to protest. I stuck my bottom in the air (and
saw Dr. Ben’s satisfied smile). I watched in horror as he twirled the
thermometer in the Vaseline, put it against my poor bottom hole, and
pushed. It went in. Easily. “AAAaagghh!” I gasped, unable to stop myself.

The thermometer kept going in. It was cold. I could feel it poking into
the “stuff” inside me - the fecal matter, which Dr. Ben would certainly
see when he removed the thermometer. He held the thermometer in me with
one hand, which he rested on my vaginal opening, touching me casually
(but not so casually, actually), occasionally twirling the thermometer
in me. I laid there choking with embarrassment and lust, exposed to this
man who now had laid all my secrets bare (or so I thought), bottom
skyward, nearly dripping wet with excitement. He left the thermometer in
a long time.

I was embarrassed. Stimulated. Wet. Scared (what could be next?). “All
right, Amy, that’s enough time with that thermometer in you - Oh oh!
What’s this on the thermometer? He held the thermometer down to my face
(remember, I was still in the “bottoms up” position). It was covered
with fecal matter.

“We’ll have to do something about this, Amy. I can’t let you go home
like this. We would be responsible if we sent you home constipated like
this.” I almost started to cry with the humiliation.

“But let’s finish the exam before we treat you for the constipation.
Turn over on your back, and put your feet in the stirrups.” I complied.
By this time, I was so utterly humiliated and cowed that I could do
nothing else. I felt Dr. Ben’s hands on my pubic area, moving up my
belly, palpating the organs inside. “All right, Amy, scoot down to the
foot of the table. Set your bottom juusst at the end of the exam table.
That’s right (I scooted down). Now let’s adjust these stirrups” (farther
apart, further in, so that my thighs were held wide, and my knees almost
on my chest. I was totally exposed - even more than just a moment ago -
at least then, my knees had been relatively close together. Now my legs
were spread, my knees were on my chest.).

“Ok, Amy, that’s fine now.” I felt him down there - could see him
between my thighs. “Look up, Amy!” There was a mirror above me, and a
mirror behind me, angled so that when I looked up, I could see Dr. Ben
sitting on that stool of his, between my naked legs, staring at my sex
organs. I knew that if I kept looking, I could watch the whole
examination. I wanted to stop looking. But I couldn’t. I saw him take
something from a drawer, and then put it on a shelf. He removed
something else, a tube. Then a pair of gloves. He put the gloves on.
Then he squeezed some clear jelly-stuff from the tube on to his fingers.
I watched in fascinated horror as his fingers first separated my lower
lips, then began slowly to enter my most secret place.

“UUuunnggghhh!!”

“Just relax, Amy! You’ll feel a little pressure down here, and then I’ll
be done.” His fingers felt like they were a foot long. They went in and
in and in and in. Then he put his other hand on my belly and poked up
inside of me as he pushed down on my belly. It felt good. I didn’t dare
react. His hand withdrew, and he picked up the instrument he had removed
from the drawer. It also slid into me. It was much larger than his
fingers, and when it was in, he squeezed it and it opened inside me. I
felt myself stretch.

“OOOooohhh!” I whined.

He patted my thigh. “Just a minute more, Amy.” He looked at me inside.
Then, with the instrument still in place, he separated my lips and began
to touch me just above my vaginal opening. I shuddered and moaned. It
felt wonderful. But I was too embarrassed to like it. “That’s your
clitoris, Amy. Can you feel that?”

I managed to choke out a “Yes.” he rubbed it for a moment or two more
(don’t stop!), then closed the instrument and withdrew it. It felt like
he had shoved a grapefruit up inside me. I was really stretched out down
there. Suddenly I felt another invasion - two fingers, at my bottomhole,
invading me down there, sliding in (soo big, soo slick!).

“OOaaahhhHHHSSSSsss!!” I gasped, involuntarily lifting my hips up to try
to move away from his probing fingers. It didn’t work. The fingers
continued to enter me back there.

“Amy, you’re constipated worse than I thought!! (his fingers began to
move in and out, stroking my bottomhole). You need an enema!!”

“Oh, Doctor, NO! I can take care of that myself!”

“No, Amy, I have to treat you! I can’t send you home like this. As full
as you are, it may take several enemas to get you cleaned out!” Two
tears oozed out of my eyes. I was humiliated, scared, full of fear and
longing.

I remembered the cries I had heard through the ventilator. “Please,
Doctor, I really don’t want one!”

“One what, Amy?” Dr. Ben asked, pretending innocence.

“An enema, Doctor, I don’t want an enema!!”

“Well, Amy, there are going to be times you get what you want in life,
and times you get what you don’t want. This is one of the times you will
get what you don’t want, because I’m the Doctor, and you need an enema.”

I sobbed. “O Please, No!”

“Sorry, Amy. You have to have an enema, and I’m going to give you an
enema.” He kept saying that word. I hated to hear it, but wanted to hear
it. I wanted this, and feared it. I hated the thought, and longed to
have this strong man give me the enema he had promised. I was full of
confusion. I was sweating. Weeping. Wet.

“Nurse Adlequist!” Doctor called, through the intercom.

“Yes, Doctor?” came the reply.

“Prepare 240 cc’s of olive oil in a plunger syringe and bring it here.”

“Yes, Doctor!” In a few moments the nurse appeared, holding an obscenely
large hypodermic syringe that ended, not with a needle, but with a short
rubber tube about a foot long and an inch in diameter.

“Over my knee, Amy! Doctor said, placing a towel on his slacks, and
motioning to me.

I blushed again, furiously. “OH, Doctor! Please, just this once, you
don’t have to treat me!! I won’t tell anybody.”

“Amy, one last chance. If you’re not down off that table by the count of
three, I’ll have Nurse prepare another syringe, and we’ll put both of
them inside you.”

I knew I couldn’t fight him, and all I would gain by objecting any more
is another enema, so I got down (besides, I secretly *wanted* this, even
though it humiliated me, and I hated it.) off the table and lowered
myself on to his lap. I could feel the roughness of the towel on my
belly. His legs were muscular, not bony, so I didn’t feel too squashed,
but face-down over a man’s knee is certainly an ignominious position,
especially if your butt’s bare. I felt his thumb and forefinger separate
my cheeks. I could tell he was looking at me, because he also separated
me lower - to reveal my vaginal opening (hadn’t he seen enough?). I felt
the nozzle pressing against my anus. (God! It was BIG!) Wet (Oil?).
Sliding in. Invading my bottom. Thicker than his two fingers. Looonng.
The tube on the end was semi-rigid, and as he pushed I could feel it
pushing the fecal matter deeper into me, and actually penetrating the
feces inside of me. He kept pushing.

“UUUnnnggghhhh!” I groaned.

“Just a little deeper, Amy; I have to get it in far enough to break up
the mass of feces in you.” he kept pushing. Finally he stopped. Then I
could feel him reach up to grasp the plunger. He pushed. The warm oil
flowed in. PRESSURE!!!

“OOOOAAHHHHaaaaAAAHHH!” I groaned, winding up as he pressed the plunger
home, filling my bowels with hot olive oil. Nurse Adlequist had been
standing there the whole time, a curious smile on her face.

Doctor looked up at her. “Didn’t you have something to do, Nurse?? Or
would you like your turn next?” The nurse left. I was left alone with
the doctor, a huge nozzle stuck up my backside, my bottom full of oil.
He gradually withdrew the tube, squeezing my buttcheeks together as he
did so. The tube was covered with feces, and stank. He laid it aside.

“Now for 15 minutes of relaxation, Amy,” he said. “You have to hold this
enema for a while. Then you can expel, and we’ll continue with your
treatment (CONTINUE!!!???).

Dr. Ben began to massage my belly and my bottom. The oil gurgled inside
me, moving around. I wasn’t too full (not like Mom’s enemas!).

“Your next enema will be with warm water and soap, Amy!” he said. “Did
you see the bag in the bathroom?? (tormenting me); it holds a lot. I’ll
insert the nozzle all the way in, and then fill you fuller than you can
believe. How’s that??”

“Pleeeassseeee, Doctor!” I sobbed, “Pleaassseee Dooon’tt!”

“Sorry, Amy, but you need a thorough cleansing, and you’re going to get
it.” I moaned and wept, but I didn’t struggle. It was pointless. In just
a few minutes I would be LIVING the cries and begging I had heard
through the ventilator. I had begged and pled, but to no avail. I had
struggled, but it didn’t help. My only hope was that he would stop with
one enema. I had heard that some doctors gave enemas in series. What if
Doctor Ben did that to me?? What then??

Finally I was given permission to get up. I ran for the toilet. The
fecal matter/oil/gas came spraying out of my bottom. Some of the feces
were hard, almost like uncooked beans. Those came out first. Then (as I
continued to empty), partially formed feces came out, and finally liquid
and gas.

I actually felt much better (though Dr. Ben would never know), and I sat
there on the toilet for another 15 minutes, or so. At last I got up,
after wiping myself as clean as I could. I was upset to the max when I
heard the water running again, but I knew I had to face this, so I left
the bathroom with a little shiver. I left the bathroom to find the exam
table laid out with the stirrups back in place, and a vertical bar
rising about 4 feet from the top of the table, with a hook on the end.
It looked ominous - like a device from which to hang an enema bag(!!)

I shuddered with dread as Dr. told me: “Up on the table, Amy, and put
your feet in the stirrups and scoot down to the end. You know the
routine.” The stirrups were set so that my knees almost touched my
chest, and my thighs were spread wide. Dr. came in holding the bag. It
looked even bigger full than empty. “This is a 4-quart bag, Amy!” Dr.
Ben announced proudly.

I shivered. Mom had never given me even half that much. Connected to the
bag was a black rubber hose, about 1/2″ in diameter, and attached to
that (by way of a hard plastic connector) was a long tube that was about
3/4″ in diameter at the top, but which tapered to about the thickness of
my index finger at the end. Water was dripping from it. I didn’t want to
look, but couldn’t stop myself, as Dr. hung the bag from the hook,
unrolled the tubing, and began to coat it with that slimy stuff he used
as lubricant (K-Y, it’s called). In just a moment he had inserted his
two fingers in my bottom, lubricating me as I laid there helpless. Then
he began to insert the tube into me (a “colon tube” he called it).

As the tube found its way into my bottom about 6″, he opened the clamp
and the water began to flow into me. It was warm. It felt good, but it
also felt like I could never take all of it. The tube continued to snake
up inside me, Dr. Ben adjusting the flow every so often to that the
water was just barely flowing.

“OOOOoooohhhh!!! OooWWWWwww!!” I whimpered, as the tube entered me
deeper and deeper, the water continuing to flow.

“Just relax, Amy,” Dr. Ben intoned. “This is a large enema, I know, but
you’ll do fine, and you will feel MUCH better once we’re done.”

“Oh, Please, Dr. Ben, don’t! I-I-It’s too much!! I’m already full! I
can’t take any more!” I was almost screaming by this time, sobbing and
whimpering as the water continued to flow, filling me, never stopping,
pushing everything out of its way, the tube continuing to go ever deeper
into me.

Finally the tube was in. Dr. Ben stopped pushing it in. But the water
didn’t stop.

I was gagging and gasping with the pressure. “OOOOoooooHHHHhhhh, Please,
Dr. Ben!! Stop!! Please Stop!” I wailed.

Instead, Dr. Ben inserted two fingers in my vagina, and began to massage
me in there, rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. “There, there, Amy,
this will make you feel better!” he announced.

Now I was not only getting an enema from a man, he was also touching me
in such an overtly sexual way that I couldn’t help but understand that
this was indeed intended as a sexual experience. I shuddered. The pain
and pressure were incredible. But it also felt good. As Dr. Ben rubbed
and massaged me, it actually began to feel almost entirely good. I now
understood the wails of anguish that I had heard through the ventilator
- the wails that fell off into grunts of pleasure and rhythmic gasps.
The pressure and warmth of the enema in my bowels, the invasion of my
anus/rectum/colon with the long tube, the massage of my genitals - it
was all incredibly sexual, and even though the pain was there, it
lessened dramatically as he continued to masturbate me with his large,
strong hands. I could do nothing but let him. I could do nothing but
yield.

And so I yielded to him - and to orgasm after orgasm as the last of the
enema flowed into me. Dr. Ben helped me up, and I ran for the bathroom.
I expelled (forever, it seemed).

Finally I was done. Dr. Ben watched me as I came out of the bathroom.
“Amy, you’ll need weekly treatments here at the college,” he said. I
nodded, transformed from shame to desire.

“Yes, Dr. Ben. I certainly will.”

I received two degrees from that college, and I took a long time to get
them. My mother could never understand why I took ten years to get 6
years worth of education. But then I never told her about Dr. Ben.

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I took it and he could feel my sweaty palm. He looked back to Ron and he
just nodded. Dr. Keith went around and looked at my chart and began to
ask questions. He would look at me but Ron answered. He then said, ”
Well lets take a look.” He had told us that my temp was up a bit 100.0
and that he would want it checked later. He came to me and checked my
heart, lungs, ears, eyes, nose, mouth. It was painless and I started to
relax a bit. He then told me to lay down and I looked at Ron, he came
over and held my hand and explained to Dr. Keith that I had never had an
exam like this before.
“That’s OK,” the Dr. said. “I will tell you everything that I will be
doing.” I laid back and the Dr. said that he will be performing a breast
exam. He parted my gown and touched my right breast and I moved.

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“Just relax,” Ron said, The Dr. massaged my breast and could see me
grimace, and tears came to my eyes. He then felt the other breast and I
quickly moved away in pain. “Hmmm” How long have your breasts been
painful?” he asked.
I looked up and told him, “Awhile.”

“How long of a while ?” he asked and I told him about 2 weeks. ” Your
period was over 2 weeks ago?”

I nodded.

He went over and wrote somthing in my chart and then came back and said,
“Please place your feet in the stirrups and scoot down.”

I just looked at Ron and hesitated. Ron took one of my legs and started
to move it. I resisted, “Honey please cooperate he’s only trying to
help.” My eyes grew wide and I let my feet be placed in the stirrups.

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Dr. Keith then said, ” You need to slide your bottom down a bit and move
down, A little more …..more …..some more&.” Soon my bottom was just
off the table and my legs bent at the knees but I held them together. He
came up between my legs and gently spread my knees open wide. I was then
totally exposed to him, and I could see Ron looking at me with caring
eyes. The Dr. put on some gloves with a snap and went between my legs.

“Now I’m just going to touch and look.” He reached down and separated my
lips of my vagina and I jumped. “Just relax,” he said. I tried. He
touched me looking and feeling and then told me that he was going to
place a finger into me. I whimpered and Ron held my hand and watched the
Dr. I could feel my lips separated and he entered me. It felt funny and
humiliating, He pushed some more and hit something and I kicked back in
pain and panted. He pulled his finger out and said, ” Oh my, that hurt
eh…?”

I just nodded. He took his gloves off and went back to the chart. I laid
there my legs wide and I asked, ” Am I done ? Can I move now?”

He turned to me and said, “You sure can …and why don’t you get dressed
while I talk to Ron outside ?” With that he left and Ron helped me off
the table and went out the door.

I slowly moved around and got dressed, the pain in my belly a little
worse and I thought that it was from the quick exam. I sat on the chair
when Ron came in…He squatted down beside me and I could see he had
great concern in his eyes. ” Baby the doctor wants to put you into the
hospital for some tests.”

I didn’t quite understand, but I knew that my parents had died in the
hospital and I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. “Am I going
to die ?” I asked. He just put his head down and shook it, “NO The
doctor just wants to find out what’s wrong and then that will be it.”
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“Can you come along ?” and he said that he wouldn’t leave my side. I
agreed and we stayed there. I told him that I was scared and he said,
“Me too babe …me too.”

The Dr. came in and said that everything was arranged and that he could
admit me to the 5th floor. He gave Ron some papers and then looked at
me. “We are just going to do some tests and find out what’s wrong
sweety, I will see you soon.” With that Ron and I drove to the hospital.
This was the same place my parents had died in and I was scared to
death. Rightly so.

I was admitted to the hospital and taken up to my room, soon a nurse
came in and introduced herself, but I didn’t get the name. She took a
full history from Ron, I didn’t say much and she then told me to go to
the bathroom and put on a hospital gown, “you can leave your socks on
dear” I proceeded to the bathroom that was right off of the private
room. I came out and the nurse was standing by the bed, the covers had
been pulled down and I made my way to it shacking like a leaf. She
started to check me out from top to bottom, noting any scares and
feeling my skin. she then took my BP, pulse and respiration. She then
asked me to lay on my tummy and I complied without thinking of what she
was going to do. She brought out a thermometer from her pocket and
snapped it, I looked at her and started to move.

“Stay still dear the Dr. wants rectal temps” and I whimpered as I turned
to look at Ron, He came over and held my hand. The nurse took some type
of tube from her pocket and lubed the glass rod. She reached down and
parted my cheeks and I jumped a little, she inserted the rod into my
bottom and I groaned. She talked about what the Dr. had ordered and that
treatments were done in the private treatment room off of my room. I
could not concentrate on what she was saying with the rod being held in
my small bottom. She then pulled it out and said ” She definitely has a
fever 102.6. ” You can roll over now …while I get things ready in the
treatment room. I had tears in my eyes as I looked up at Ron.

With all this going on I started to feel worse than I had, and I asked
Ron to take me home that I just had a slight flu. He hugged me and said
that it wasn’t a flu and that the Dr. knew best and that I had to be a
woman now and get the treatment that I needed. The nurse came out and
escorted us into the treatment room. I stopped at the door as my eyes
feel around the room and its furnishings. To one side was a padded table
that had huge metal things at the end, It was brilliantly lit and it had
cabinets and doors and a sink. The table itself looked like something
from a horror show. My husband almost lifted me off the floor to guide
me to the table. I then heard him explained to the nurse that I never
been subjected to anything at all like this. She came over and placed
her hand around my waist and started to explained that the table was
just like the one in the Dr. office but that it would hold my knees and
feet wide apart so the Dr. could examine me. I was shaking so much and
she could feel me shiver.

She and Ron helped me onto the table and the nurse said that I just
needed to lay there, while she got my IV ready. I laid back and tears
came to my eyes. She came around with a pole with a bag and a long tube
and proceeded to poke me with a needle and my first IV was in. Needles
didn’t really bother me much but I felt like I was trapped being taped
to this bag and pole. I could see the IV drip into my arm and my stomach
turned a bit.

She then went to the bottom of the table and said in a kind voice” I
need to fit you into the stirrups now Carmen” With that she lifted my
left leg and placed it into the big metal cuff and then brought another
metal cuff up so my foot was fitted flat into it. I whimpered a little
and Ron held my hand tight. She then did the same to the other one and
my legs were up and slightly apart. She strapped my legs in at the tops
and bottoms of my knees and at my ankles. The metal felt cool against my
skin and I shivered. She then started to move them both wider and I
cried, My legs spread further and further apart until they couldn’t go
any farther. She turned some knobs and asked ” How is that…You feel
any cramping in your hips?” I said “NO” in a squeaky voice. She patted
me on the inner thigh and said ” good girl” Now my legs were so far
apart that I could feel cool air on my vagina and bottom. I whimpered
some more. I looked up and told Ron ” I think I’m going to be sick” the
nurse heard and came over with a basin. I leaned over a bit and puked
the little bit that I had in my tummy. OH that hurt I said, and she came
over with a cool wash rag and cleaned my mouth and then placed a cool
rag on my forehead. She went around between my legs and started to work
stating that she needed to shave my pubic and anus hairs.

After about 20 minutes she was done and I looked down to see my shaven
pubis and I groaned. She then said that I needed to be cleaned out so
the Dr. could examine me properly. She came over with another IV pole
and hung a clear bag that was filled with soapy water near my legs. I
just looked at Ron and he said ” Its just an enema to clean out your
colon …sweety…Its going to be OK” He kept holding my hand. The nurse
put on some gloves and I could see her put jelly on her finger, she then
reached down to my bottom and placed some jelly onto my anus. I flinched
and she said ” Sorry hon this is going to be cold ….I’m going to lube
your bottom inside and out so the nozzle will slip in easy …I just
want you to take deep breaths” As I did she slipped her finger into my
rectum and I yelled ” OOOOUUUUCCCHHHH” and tried to squirm. She told me
to relax and she probed around me. She pulled her finger out and said
that the nozzle will be next and she slipped it into my rectum. I then
heard a “CLICK” and water rushed into me. It felt funny, but somewhat
soothing. She stood up and rubbed the inside of my right inner thigh. I
closed my eyes and felt the water move up farther.

All of a sudden pain filled my abdomen and she stopped the flow and
started to massage my belly I cringed in pain and she said that cramps
were normal. I told her panting ” NOT A CRAMP” and my hands went to my
lower abdomen. She watched for a while and the pain didn’t subside, she
got a bed pan and placed it under me and took the nozzle from my anus.
Water splashed into the pan as the pain worsened in my lower tummy. I
groaned and then fell back and rubbed my lower abdomen. She said that I
didn’t have good results from the enema and that she would have to call
the doctor. I laid there crying with my legs spread wide apart and I
felt very humiliated and self conscious.
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The nurse soon returned and said that the doctor had ordered some IV
pain med and that he would soon be here. She came up to my IV and found
a small round port and plunged the needle into it and pushed the
contents in. I quickly felt the drug and closed my eyes, and I think I
feel to sleep. I then felt some movement down at my bottom and looked
up. ” Hi there” replied Dr. Keith. ” We need to get your colon cleaned
out so I can see what is wrong and have some test done” I just laid
there and nodded. He and Ron left the room, I soon felt something cold
on my anus and something being pushed up inside of me. It felt bigger
and a little painful going in and I groaned. Then I heard some air being
pumped and felt some fullness and pain in my lower rectum. I just moaned
again and then the water started to flow.

About 10 minutes later I doubled over in pain clutching my lower abdomen
and screaming. I was almost sitting up even with my legs in the
stirrups, Ron came over and pressed me down to the table and the nurse
stepped back and let the doctor between my legs. He looked up at the
half empty bag and then pulled on some gloves as I thrashed on the
table. He reached up between my legs and pressed on my abdomen and I
screamed again. ” Carmen I need to feel up inside and look up inside of
you …OK” with that said he pushed his finger again inside of me, my
colon full of water, I groaned and cried in pain even with the drugs in
me. He pulled his finger out and the nurse handed him something. It felt
cold on my vaginal lips and he pushed it up into me and I screamed again
and moved. He then spread my vagina apart and the pain subsided a bit.
He then said that he needed to get a specimen from my uterus and he
needed to touch it. By this time tears were running down my cheeks and I
kept my eyes closed. He touched my uterus and I screamed and tried to
turn and go into a fetal position. He quickly released the speculum and
pulled it out. I laid there and groaned. He then deflated the bulb in my
rectum and let the water rush out. He barked some orders to the nurse
and she bustled around.

Ron was holding my hand and I cried and told him ” PLEASE TAKE ME HOME”
the Dr. came over and looked down into my eyes and said ” Carmen there
is somthing very wrong here …I think you may have what we call a super
infection and we need to start treatment right away” I closed my eyes
and with the drugs dozed off. I heard somthing big come into the room
and I looked up. It was some sort of machine. The doctor nodded to the
nurse and she went around the table and quickly brought leather straps
over my body and attached them. One went just above my pubis, one just
under my breast and a small strap that went over my forehead and was
Velcro. My arms were tied to straps just below the tables padding. I
struggled and looked up at Ron. He came over and placed a hand on my
forehead and rubbed my restrained arm.

I just looked at the ceiling and I soon felt something cold at my vagina
and I wined…OHHHHHH….Then something big and wet was pushed up inside
me and I screamed as it probed around in me. Then I felt a little numb
and the pain wasn’t so intense but still there and I cried. I could hear
the Dr. say ” Yea……Right there …. A little over ….There! I
whimpered and cried. After about 15 minutes the probe was taken out. I
sighed in relief, but the doctor said ” One more thing” ….I then felt
the probe at the entrance of my anus and I tried to squirm and
groaned…As it was pushed in I yelled “NOOOOO PLEEEESE” And the probe
felt around my rectum and created pain in my abdomen. Ron kept wiping
the tears from my eyes and watching the doctor at the same time. I cried
and sometimes screamed as the probe touched sensitive areas. Then it was
pulled from me and I tried to relax and soon was in some kind of slumber.

I then heard the wine of something big enter into the room. My legs were
being released and Ron helped me to sit up. UGH I said as I felt pain in
my bottom and abdomen I kept a hand on my lower tummy as I was helped to
stand up. The nurse brought the IV pole over and I grabbed it to steady
myself. The Dr. said ” Carmen this machine is going to take pictures of
your breast OK” I just nodded and Ron led me over to the machine. My
breast were never real big but seemed to be slightly swollen at this
time. I wobbled over and the tech undid my gown and let the collar hang
down around my right breast. My backside was exposed and I felt very
uncomfortable. She reached up and placed my boob onto a flat plate she
told me to hold right there as I saw a clear plastic plate descend and
start to press on my boob. I cried in pain and pulled away. I panted
with pain while, Ron, the tech, and Dr. talked. They then placed a heavy
gown like a big vest on Ron and he came around and stood behind me and
pressed his body up against my back.

He whispered in my ear ” Baby this has to be done and you need to
cooperate. He then pushed harder as the tech placed my boob back on the
plate and the clear plastic came down and crushed my boob flat. I
screamed and screamed and the picture was shot and Ron back away from me
just a bit but kept his arms around me, and held me tight. He then
reached up and pulled my gown completely off and it dropped to the floor
at my feet. He then turned me with the help of the tech and placed my
left boob on the flat plate, the clear plastic came down and pushed and
flattened my left boob and I screamed until I blacked out. I came too
laying on the table and Ron was kissing me on the forehead. I felt real
groggy and thought that they must have given me more drugs.

The Dr. came over and said ” Carmen we need one more picture of your
left breast OK” My eyes widened and I cried “NOOOOO” Then Ron slowly
pulled me from the table and sat me up, “Please Ron it hurts toooo much”
He softly replied ” That’s why we must do this my sweet to see what’s
wrong” I slowly let myself be led to the machine, Ron was again placed
in the vest and came up behind me. The plate was now at a angle and the
tech gently placed my left breast onto the plate and I could feel Ron
pushing hard against me as the clear plastic came down and applied
pressure to my sore breast. I screamed and screamed, but didn’t pass
out. The machine soon released me and I panted and tried to keep from
falling. I was still naked when Ron escorted me back to my bed and I
fell back in exhaustion. I looked up and saw the IV running into my arm
and wondered what was to come. Really I had had enough tests and was
ready to go home. The nurse brought me my gown and helped me on with it.
The doctor followed the machine into my room and stopped by my bed,
while the machine continued out. He said he was going to review the test
and that he would be back later. ” The nurse will bring you something to
bring your fever down Carmen” and then he left.

The nurse came back in a few minutes later and said the Dr. had written
some orders, I was to go to X-ray and have an abdominal done, Blood will
be taken and She said that she had somthing for my fever, she also said
that I wasn’t to have anything to eat or drink just in case I needed to
go to surgery, and He had ordered IV antibiotics that will piggy back
into my IV tube. She then told me to roll over onto my left side and I
asked her what she was going to do. She explained that I needed to have
a suppository for my fever. I hesitated and she looked at Ron. ” come on
baby ” and he reached for my side to pull me over. I grunted and moved
over. The nurse said” Now sweety pull your right leg up to your chest as
far as you can and bend your left just a bit. She uncovered my bottom,
now you will feel my finger to lube you. I heard her put on some gloves
and I felt her finger at my rectum with some jelly. ” Deep breath” and
she pushed her finger up into my sore bottom. She pushed in and out and
around and I groaned. Then her finger came out and I felt something cold
on my anus, Breath and she plunged the suppository deep inside me ”
OOOUUUCCCHHHHE” I cried and tried to move away from her. She pulled her
finger out and held my butt cheeks together while I panted. She held me
there for about 10 minutes. She then let my bottom go and covered me
back up. She told me to relax and then she left.

I fell asleep from exhaustion and Ron pulled up a chair and held my
hand. A little while later a man came in with a wheel chair and said ”
Hi my name is Chris and I am the orderly that works here…..I am going
to take you down to X-ray” He and Ron helped me into the wheel chair and
I was off. The whole thing was uneventful and I was soon back in bed,
when someone else came in and took many tubes of blood out of my arm.
Ron turned on the TV and we watched it and I dozed in and out.

A few hours later the nurse came back in and told us that I needed to go
back to the treatment room and that the doctor would be here soon to
talk with us. She helped me out of bed and I grabbed the IV pole that
now had two bags hanging from it. I made my way to the treatment room
and sat in a chair. “Oh hon you need to get on the table and I just
started to cry. Ron helped me and sort of pushed me to the table and
helped me on to it. The nurse was bustling around bringing things out
and placing them onto the cart next to the bottom of the over hanging
stirrups. Ron helped me to lay down and I tried to resist but he lowered
me with a little force. ” Please take me home”

I cried and he just held my hands in his and kissed me on the forehead.
The nurse went over to the bottom of the table and pulled my legs up and
fitted them into the wide stirrups, I wined some more to go home and I
felt the straps restrain my legs. The nurse then took hold of my hips
and pulled them down to where my bottom hung over the table a bit. She
then went around and strapped me down with the leather straps leaving my
head for last. I cried even more as my head was secured to the table. I
laid there with my private parts sticking out and I could feel the cool
air on them. The nurse then came over and covered my legs with green
type fabric from my feet all the way to my open thighs. All that I now
felt open was my most private parts, She continued to move around and
organize stuff. I was still trying to move and was crying.

After what seemed like a hour the doctor came in and talked to the
nurse, she left the room and the doctor came over and talked more to Ron
than me. He went on to explain that I indeed had a super infection and
was almost septic, He knew that my sexual organs had been affected with
my uterus and left breast being the worst. He also said that he had to
do some more uncomfortable test to see just how much the infection had
taken over. He stated that he would put a metal rod into my bladder to
see it and that my colon will need to be thoroughly cleaned and a scope
run up it so he could see the lining. The nurse came in and the Dr.
explained that he would give me some pain med and something to relax
through the procedure that he said on the best side should only take a
hour or two. I cringed at the thought of my legs being wide apart and
then I felt very sleepy and I closed my eyes.

The Dr. went to between my legs and I slightly heard the clanking of
instruments. I then felt something at my anus, but I didn’t care, then
something big pushed up into me and I felt pressure and I groaned. “I’m
going to inflate a balloon inside you now Carmen try and relax” I didn’t
hurt and I kept my eyes closed when I felt the water flow into my
rectum. I dozed I think as the warm water filled me. After about 10
minutes a cramp hit me and my abdomen filled with intense pain and I
cried out. The Dr. explained that I must take all the water to clean out
my colon, The x-ray showed that I was quite impacted. I kept crying not
really paying attention. The nurse came over into my view and said
breath deep in and out hon that will help the pain. I tried to breath
but they turned into sobs as the pain grew within me. “STOP …PLEASE
STOP…. OH GOD PLEASE STOP” and Ron leaned over and whispered in my ear
that the bag was over half empty and that it wont be much longer.

I sobbed and started to cry some more. “Oh God I’m going to pop inside
please stop.” The water flowed in and I then heard the gurgle of the
last drop enter me. I panted and panted. Nothing was helping so I tried
to bear down to release the water but it didn’t help it just made the
pain grow more. ” YOU GOT TO HOLD THAT WATER CARMEN SO YOUR BOWEL WILL
BE CLEAR FOR THE EXAM…….JUST TRY AND RELAX, AND TELL ME WHERE IT
HURTS” He started to place his hand on my upper abdomen and pressed a
little he then moved it and pressed again, It wasn’t until he reached my
lower abdomen over my uterus that I screamed when he pressed.

All you could hear in the room was my sobs and cries while we all waited
for the time to come that he could release the water. I then felt
something release and I groaned with relief. The water took its time to
drain out, but I could feel it subside with in me. Then I felt something
being inflated on my outer part of my bottom and the inner balloon pull
and seal me. ” This will help you too maintain the next enema that will
be a bit bigger. I just groaned again and said to Ron ” please don’t let
them do this” I then felt the water gush faster into my rectum and
colon, The pain intensified as each ounce flowed into me and I started
to cry out again. I felt my IV tube moving and then I felt woozy, and
the pain dulled somewhat. I groaned in and out of blackness. I don’t
know how long this lasted but I could feel the water rise in me and then
stay there for what seemed like a half hour.

The Dr. then explained that he was going to look up into my bladder and
I felt sluggish as I felt cold being wiped over my clit, It happened
again and again and I was startled each time. I then felt something big
go into me and it felt as if I had to pee real bad. I moaned and groaned
and I felt cold water fill my bladder. I tightened my grip on my
husbands hand and he bent down to tell me that it was all right. Then
something happened and I cried out in pain and it stopped. This went on
for quite some time, I could feel my bladder being filled and the
mounting urge to pee. ” Oh please I need to go” I cried and the Dr. kept
probing. I then felt the thing come out of me and I was able to relax.

I was then transported by gurney to my bed and I slept. I woke up to a
nurse and she leaned over me and said” Hi my name is Kelly and I’m here
to take your vitals. She did my B/P, pulse, and respiration. She then
asked me to roll onto my tummy, I was so groggy that I started to move
on my own and I could feel Ron helping me. She then reached down and
parted my butt cheeks and inserted the glass rod that would take my
temp. I tried to roll over but she and Ron held me and I just groaned. I
slept through most of the night and I woke up early to commotion in my
room.

I looked around not knowing where I was exactly and saw Ron talking to
nurse Kelly. Ron said honey we need to get you up and to the treatment
room . I instinctively said, “No.”" and he helped me up and I sat on the
side of the bed for a bit. He then handed me my IV pole and stood me up
and led me to the treatment room. I still felt groggy but was a lot more
awake. He placed me onto the table and nurse Kelly came around and
placed my legs in the stirrups and secured them. She didn’t tie any of
the other straps. Ron looked down at me with very caring eyes and told
me that they were going to put a tube up into my bladder so it will
drain. ” Will it have to stay there” I asked in a very frightened tone.
He just held my hand kissed it and said ” Yes babe” he put his head down
and when he brought it back up he told me the news” Carmen they are
going to come real soon for you….They need to do some surgery…..and
you will be right back here real soon” I just stared at him and then
felt cold being wiped down my clit. Oh I said and tried to move. “what
for ” I asked . and the cold hit down me again. The nurse was holding my
vaginal lips wide apart.

“What are you doing ?” I asked and she said that she needed me to be
very clean for this. I felt another cold swipe and she told me to take a
deep breath. I did and felt something big enter into my pee hole I cried
” OHHHHH PLEASE STOP” She kept pushing it up into me and then she said
“Good” She then was playing with the tube and I told her I need to go to
the bathroom. She said that the tube that was in my bladder will feel
that was but my bladders urine will drain into a bag from now on. I
looked at Ron and he said ” Baby they need to go inside you and scraped
the infection from your body.

“Am I dying” I asked and he shook his head and said” You have a very
nasty infection in your body and they need to try and get it out …yes
you could die if they don’t get a handle on this …you must trust me
and Dr. Keith on this” As he talked my eyes weld up with tears as the
nurse released my legs from the stirrups. I just nodded to him. The
nurse and Ron helped me from the table and I felt the tube that was in
my bladder and attached to my inner thigh. I looked down and pulled my
gown up to see it.

I groaned as I saw my shaved pubis and now a tube that protruded from my
upper clit, it ran to a bag that was attached on a hook at the bottom of
my IV pole. I saw some redish brown urine in the bag. I started to feel
dizzy and they led me to bed. Nurse Kelly went to my IV line and plunged
a needle into it and pushed some medication into my IV. I said will the
tube fall out of me? in a hopeful voice and she explained that she had
filled a balloon that would be to big to fall or be pulled out. I felt
real groggy as a man came in with a gurney and the nurse placed a cap on
my head. I was scooted over to the gurney and I held onto Rons hand
tight. I was then wheeled out of my room and down to two big double
doors. They stopped there and Ron bent and Kissed me on the lips. “I”M
SCARED I YELLED ” and he said I will be right here when you come out. He
pried my hand from his and I was wheeled through the double doors.

I looked around nervously even with the drug, and was then wheeled into
the OR room. My gurney was placed beside a big padded table with huge
lights and I could see big stirrups at the bottom. Some people came over
and moved me over on to the table and positioned me just right. One lady
with a mask on, they all had masks, Looked at my bottom and said hon
move over just a bit until your bottom is in the hole in the table. I
scooted a little and she pushed more than I scooted. I felt my bottom
fit snugly into the hole. I then heard someone over my head and a masked
man said ” Hi I’m your sleep man and I’m just going to get you in
position and then make you go to sleep.” He then pulled one of my arms
out and placed a BP cuff on it and then tied it to a small table off to
the side. He took the other arm with the IV and did the same. Now my
arms were straight out from my sides. He then placed a bunch of stickers
on my sides and chest.

While he was doing this someone had placed my legs into the stirrups and
I could see they were draped in cloth and wide and high up. I started to
whimper as I felt my bottom being scrubbed roughly. It was cold and hurt
from the pressure and the rapid wiping. Then they came around and pulled
up my gown to just under my breast and started to scrub my belly. I
could see that it was brown stuff that stained my belly. Then the gown
was untied and I laid there totally naked and all my private parts
sticking out. While one person scrubbed my belly another was scrubbing
both of my breast. It hurt and I started to cry not just in pain but of
embarrassment. I felt the table give way from under my bottom and it
hung into the half moon and sagged down, applying pressure on my
strapped wide legs. A mask came over my head and the Dr. said ” count
back from 100″ I just tried to move my head and then blackness
overwhelmed me.

“Sorry, on your tummy now, let’s don’t drag this out, okay?”
I still can believe you want to take my temp in my bottom. “Are you
sure?” I ask again. You just give me a ‘look’ and I know you mean
business. Taking my time I roll onto my tummy grumbling all the while. I
hear you rummaging through your cabinets looking for your equipment. You
wheel over a small tray and park it within my view. I hear you walk up
behind me, touch my ankles letting me know I need to spread them for
you. I do so, slightly, giving you just enough room to move closer to my
bottom. You fold the gown up to the top of my bottom and then you roll
my panties down just below my buttocks. I hear you snap on one glove and
feel you lightly run your gloved finger down my between my cheeks.

“I’m going to lubricate your bottom now and I need you to lay as still
as possible. Here we go.” With that I can feel your thumb and forefinger
open my cheeks exposing my rosebud to the cool air. The next thing I
feel is cool gel being spread on my rose in a circular fashion. Lightly
at first then with more pressure until the tip of your finger is inside
my bottom. You hold it there for a few seconds to loosen up my muscles.
Withdrawing your finger you add more lubricant and begin again. This
time you’re able to slide the length of your forefinger into my bud. I
hear you draw a deep breath and then you begin to slide your finger in
and out of my bottom. You remove your finger and replace it with the
rectal thermometer. Slowly it’s inserted and when you’re satisfied with
it’s position you leave it embedded and begin to countdown the time.

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The only thing that makes it more comfortable is my doctor. He’s such a
nice man and a good doctor as well. He has a smooth, easy-going manner
and he seems to go out of his way to make his patients feel more
comfortable. And, to top it off, he’s not bad to look at either. Greying
hair . . . warm eyes . . . and a shy smile.

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Not that I feel an immense
physical attraction for the man, but at this late date, I wouldn’t
discount anyone. Still, he’s a much better doctor, to my mind, than
those old time OB/GYNs who treat every women as if she’s just a little
girl . . . ooooh, they make my hackles stand!!

I’ve gone against form this time, though. I usually schedule an early
morning, right-out-of-the-shower appointment, but the way things have
been going in my office, if I’m not there in the morning to defend my
territory, I may have a new job by noon. So I made a 4:30 PM
appointment. . . his last appointment of the day. I’m there early, but
he’s running late. The receptionist, Gina, says there have been four
deliveries today, and 3 more in labor, and the last delivery was right
there in the office and nobody wanted to reschedule their appointments.
How late?, I ask. About 30 minutes, she says. So I sit . . . and sit . .
. and sit. About 15 minutes before six, I stand . . . and almost collide
with my doctor.

“Mel, I’m so sorry. I’m running very late. I should have asked Gina to
reschedule you. But since you’re still here and I’m not on call, why
don’t we get this over with,” he says. He must be in a hurry. He’s
talking a mile a minute and he’s turned back to the exam area without
even looking at me. Lita, his assistant, rolls her eyes and shows me to
a room.

After the usual — height (I haven’t grown), weight, blood & urine
(either the cups are getting bigger or my aim is better) — Lita throws
me a gown and says, “Remember, the opening goes in the front.” Great.
Now for the part I hate. Everything off, put on the gown and hop up on
the table. I just barely manage to get there before I hear a knock on
the door and he steps in.

“I hope you don’t mind, but, it being so late, I sent the girls home. I
thought you and I could do this without a chaperone,” he says, still not
looking at me.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I say. He looks up at the sound of my voice,
then quickly looks back down at the chart, but not before I noticed his
eyes widening in surprise and a bit of color spreading across his face.
You see, in the year since I was last in, I’ve dropped the 30 pounds I
needed to lose and turned my usually stress-induced feeding frenzy into
a 3-day a week workout on the dancefloor. And, while I couldn’t be
called svelte, I definitely look different.

“Lie back,” he says and comes to the table. He opens the tie on the gown
and begins the breast exam. Normally, during this time I’m counting the
little holes in the ceiling tiles, but this time I feel compelled to
watch him. His hands are very warm and firm as he moves them around my
right breast, pressing and stroking. Stroking? No, that must be my
imagination. No, he is stroking and he runs his thumb back and forth
across my nipple until it stands firm and high. He moves to the left one
and gives it the same treatment. By this time, I’ve pulled my bottom lip
between my teeth in an effort to control my breathing. But I still sound
like a wounded water buffalo to my ears. He looks into my eyes, then
gives me a hand to sit up.

“Relax, kiddo.” he says and leans close to examine the skin of my
breasts. I can feel his breath on my skin. I’m still breathing too hard.

He cups my left breast, lifting it as if testing its weight, but still
moving his thumb gently across the nipple. He does the same with the
right one. I must just be imagining that this examination is different,
but it feels different to me and it excites me. I close my eyes, feeling
the blush rising up my chest to my face. I know what comes next and I’m
glad he’ll be wearing a glove so that he won’t be able to feel that he
really needs no additional lubrication to finish. I’ve generated enough
natural lubricant to oil a whole houseful of door hinges.

He closes the front of the gown. “Okay, hon, lay back and slide down.”

Still with my eyes closed, I do as he says. He places my feet in the
stirrups and moves my legs apart. He does the PAP smear quickly, then
puts the glove on his right hand and puts a little lubricant on it. He
mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “I probably won’t need
that,” and slides his fingers into my cunt. His left hand braces low on
my belly as he feels around, then he pauses. I open my eyes.

He is standing there with his eyes closed, almost in a trance, his
fingers still inside me. He moves his thumb like he did on my breast,
only this time it’s my clit he’s stroking. His left hand slides down and
he threads his fingers through the thick curls that cover my mound. And
I notice something else . . . he’s breathing as hard as I am. That’s it.
I knew something was different. He’s feeling what I’m feeling. I’m not
just imagining it.

With his fingers still inside me and his eyes still closed, I sit up a
little. He doesn’t notice I take his left hand, the gloveless one, and
pull it up close to my face. I slide two of his fingers into my mouth
and suckle them in rhythm as I contract my muscles. He opens his eyes
and pulls away.

“I’m sorry.” he says, as he backs away and takes off the glove. “This is
most . . . uh . . . um . . . unprofessional of me . . . I don’t know
what has gotten into me. Please . . . forgive me.” He is now standing
against the wall, eyes wide, with the glove wadded up in his hand.

I put my feet down and sit up, smoothing the gown as I do. “There’s
nothing to forgive, ” I say, looking down at my lap, “unless you don’t
intend to finish what you started.” I look up as I finish speaking.

He looks from me to the glove in his hand. “No, not the exam, ” I say,
laughing, and hold out my hand. He tosses the glove in the trash with
unerring accuracy and moves closer to me.

“Are you certain?” he asks, endearingly unsure of himself. In answer, I
move to my knees on the table and reach for him. He bends to kiss me,
deeply. “Shall we finish the way we started?” he says. Giggling, I move
back into position on the table, feet in the stirrups. He regains his
“doctor” demeanor and says “Now let me know if you feel anything
unusual,” as he slips his gloveless fingers back into me, moving them
gently in and out. He reaches up with his free hand and fondles my
breasts. I can’t help myself — I moan loudly.

“Nothing? Well, let’s try this, then,” he says as he sits down on his
stool and presses his face between my legs. With his fingers still
inside me, he starts to lap and suck at my clit. I can feel my legs
start to tremble with the tension that is building. He slips his fingers
out of my cunt and slides one finger into my ass, moving it in and out.
He places his tongue deep inside me and scrapes his teeth on my clit.
That’s it. I come . . .hard. As the contractions slack a little, he
lightly strokes breasts and my thighs as he reaches to undo his
trousers, keeping me on the edge.

He slips out of his shoes & socks (I don’t know how, I was busy) and
steps out of his trousers and underwear as they fall to the floor. I
reach out to touch him but he steps out of my reach. “You’re a tease,
doctor,” I say.

He just smiles. “Now, since you still haven’t felt anything unusual,
there’s only one thing more I can try. Just try to relax . . .” he says.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. He smiles broader and pulls
something from the side of the table. It’s a mirror. He positions it so
that I can see everything and steps back to the end of the table. He
moves forward and places the head of his cock against my cunt. As I
watch, he slowly presses in. I can see it just as I can feel it go in –
inch by glorious inch. He is in as far as he can go. He picks my legs up
and braces them against his shoulders. I watch, fascinated, in the
mirror as he slowly pulls back until he’s almost out. I hold my breath.
He slides back in just as slowly. I feel as if we’re moving in slow
motion . . . out and in . . . out and in . . . tension builds . . .
breathing quickens . . . oh God. He quickens the pace, trying to remain
gentle, but he can’t. I can’t.

“Oh God . . . please . . . now, please, ” I breath. “Oh . . . oh . . .
ooooooh,” we moan in unison our erotic chant. “Yes . . . ” as he presses
deep inside me and we come together, contracting in each others rhythm.

He lets my legs down and leans forward, resting his head against my
breast. I stroke his hair, trying to catch my breath. We dress slowly,
sneaking a touch here, a caress there. “You know, ” I say as we walk out
of the office arm in arm, “this is the first time I’ve actually enjoyed
my physical.” He laughs. “But I don’t suppose this is covered by my
insurance . . . “

“Hey, if you’re gonna take my temperature, shouldn’t I be on my side or
my stomach?”, I asked, feeling the air across my pubis. My buttocks had
also spread and I could feel coolness in between. Almost
instantaneously, I was also feeling the warmth spreading over me as I
had felt so many times before in the stirrups.

“Nah, don’t you want to know what I feel?”, Sue responded - and before I
had a chance to answer, I felt her finger between my buttocks and then I
felt the cool KY jelly and her finger pressing against my asshole. I
tightened up a bit and Sue said, “See? Now, exhale and let me get you
lubed up.”

Sue’s finger slid in easily when I exhaled and she had inserted it to
about the first knuckle before she turned it around. My asshole
tightened on her finger when she did this and as she began to withdraw
it. She stopped and said, “Feel good?”

“Yeah - real nice,” I said and I wasn’t lying. I pulled back on my legs
and pushed down so that Sue’s whole finger was inside my asshole!

“Hey! You’re the one who said you wouldn’t like this,” Sue said as she
moved her finger in and out of my asshole. “Let’s get that temperature
taken”, she said as she steadily removed her finger. I instantly felt a
void as I watched Sue lubricate the thermometer.

“See - you can’t do that quite as well to yourself”, she said, and then
she placed the tip of the lubricated thermometer against my asshole. The
involuntary response occurred and then I remembered to exhale, as Sue
slid the thermometer inside. What a strange feeling - no pressure
because it wasn’t wide, and it’s not long enough to go deep, so it is
just sort of an in between sensation….a light feeling that does cause
a tingling.

When the thermometer was inserted, Sue stood up and said, “Now all you
have to do is wait for four minutes.”

“Do I have to keep my legs up like this?”, I asked.

“Just go ahead and rest your feet on the bed, but keep your knees up and
your legs slightly spread - it keeps the thermometer where I put it,”
she replied.

I lowered my feet to the bed and lay there as the thermometer peeked
from between my buttocks - my knees raised and my legs spread. Is this
an obscene or erotic position?

“I’m going to the bathroom. You just lie there and I’ll be back before
it’s time,” Sue said as she took her washcloth and a fresh tampon with
her. When the door closed, I immediately had to do something - The cool
air from the waist down, the stimulation caused by Sue’s finger, this
exposed position, the thermometer suspended in my asshole…

My hands came up and my fingertips lightly traced a pattern across my
belly - then up under my t-shirt to my breasts. My nipples were hard and
my hips were starting to move. I let my hands wander down to my bush,
into the hair. Sue was right; it did need to be trimmed. Lower until my
finger found my clit. I rubbed it and when I did I felt my pussy
contract AND my asshole squeezed the thermometer. This was wild. I did
it again - same wonderful response. I pressed my whole hand against my
pussy - my fingers on either side of the lips and the palm of my hand
rubbing circles on my clit. My hips were gyrating and I could feel the
muscles and nerve endings in my asshole sensing the thermometer. I heard
the doorknob turn! I quickly put my hands at my side and tried to
shallow my breathing and keep my hips still as Sue came back.

She opened the door and put her washcloth on the rack. Then she came
over and sat back down on the bed. I felt her hand on the underside of
my thigh so I raised my legs to the “stirrups” position. I could feel
her grab the thermometer but she didn’t remove it.

“Is it hot in here? You’re perspiring”, she asked. Damn. I knew she
could feel the perspiration on my thighs - I had gotten turned on that
quick! Then she started twirling the thermometer inside my ass. “Can you
reach down here and do this?”, she asked.

I took one hand from behind my knee and reached for the thermometer. Sue
removed her hand and I put two fingers on the tip of the thermometer.
“Just twist it between your fingers,” she said.

I did like she said and this was starting to arouse me. “You can also
move it in and out,” she directed.

Again, I did as she said, twirling it and moving it in and out. I could
no longer hide my arousal as my hips began to gyrate.

“You wanted to know what I did, right?”, Sue asked.

All I could was mutter an “Uh-huh” at this point. I was moving the
thermometer all around in my asshole and really getting turned on by it.

Sue was still sitting on the bed next to me but her weight had caused me
to move towards her so that my hip was against her thigh.

“You still have another hand,” she said, as she took my hand from under
my knee and put it directly on my clit. “Go ahead - you’re really
getting wet…enjoy yourself…”

I was too far gone or into it to worry about being exposed in front of
my roommate, to worry about masturbating in front of her, to worry about
getting off because a thermometer was in my ass! Yes, I was wet! Two of
my fingers slid into my pussy with no problem. I pushed them deep inside
and pressed the base of my hand against my clit. I kept pushing them
into my pussy and pressing against my clit as I worked the thermometer
in my ass. Sue raised my t-shirt above my breasts and moved her
fingertips back and forth across my nipples and down to my belly. This
was it! I made a few final thrusts with my hips and felt my insides
spasm - my pussy gripping my fingers and my asshole gripping the
thermometer. Sue lightly pinched my nipples as she sensed the peak of my
orgasm. I remained in a position where my hips were raised, my fingers
were deep into my pussy and my hand was pressed against my clit - the
only thing that was moving was the thermometer in my ass, even Sue had
held a steady but light pinching pressure on my nipples. This kept me
stimulated as my orgasm plateaued. Then, I lowered my hips, removed the
fingers from my pussy, and let go of the thermometer. I lay
spread-eagled on the bed except for my raised knees. I felt Sue’s hand
on my buttocks and then her fingers between them reaching for the
thermometer which had been inserted a little further during my orgasm.
It felt good as it slid out and I was still winding down from my massive
orgasm.

I awoke three hours later, in the same position except the covers were
pulled over me. When I got up, my t-shirt dropped to mid-thigh but I
could still feel a sensation between my buttocks. I reached around and
found that there was still a slickness from the KY jelly, or was it the
orgasm, or both? On the desk was a note from Sue:

Dear Katie - Your rectal temperature was 99.3, but I think it’s a bit
high because you were excited. That’s OK. Do you want to take it again
tomorrow? And, remember, I can help you clean up the hair, too! Sue

This was going to be an interesting semester. I grabbed my shower stuff
and headed toward the bathroom…

“Tonight we will be using some monitoring instruments during the
session,” spoke the blond professor. “I don’t anticipate any major
distractions after the aphrodisiac takes hold. I’ve collected some processed
extract before hand in order to observe the interaction objectively.” John
was disappointed by this disclosure, but pushed any negative thoughts aside
in anticipation of coupling with Sandy. Still it was always so hot getting
that milk from Miss Andersen’s fantastic breasts. It wasn’t long before
thoughts of that and the young woman’s pretty face and great body were
causing John’s cock to begin to swell.

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“Lets move into the monitoring room that’s been prepared for this
session,” said the professor. She rose and led the two young students back
through the lab to another adjoining room. “Oh my,” said Sandy when she and
John stepped into the room and beheld the strange array of benches, tables
and chairs that were setup around the room. Each of the furniture items were
surrounded by an impressive arrangement of racks full of test instruments.
“I’ll help you individually to prepare for

tonight’s test in the prep room to the left, as soon as I power up a few
of these monitoring machines.” John and Sandy looked around at the various
stations while waiting for the professor to complete powering up the
instruments. “This looks kind of strange in here,” John said to Sandy in a
quiet voice. “I know,” she whispered back, “isn’t it exciting?” “Weird yes,
exciting… well,” John thought to himself.
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“OK, Sandy…, I’ll help you with your anal probe first, and then it’s
your turn John!” “Anal what?” asked the young man anxiously. Sandy covered
her mouth and snickered. “Yes anal probes,” said Miss Andersen. “They’re to
record body temperature and muscle contractions among other things. It will
be nice and tidy and not painful at all.” “Do I have to?” asked the freshman
trying to muster up some macho bravado in his voice, hoping the professor
would back off “Yes I’m afraid you do. If you’re not up to it we will have
to find a replacement.” Well that settled it for John. He didn’t want anyone
taking his place with Sandy! Still it was weird. “Come with me dear,” said
Miss Andersen as she took the young woman by the arm and led her to the prep
room.

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When they were inside the professor closed the door while turning on the

lights. Sandy gasped a little when she saw an examination table in the
middle of the room. At the foot end were high stirrups, just like at the
gynecologist office. The rest of the room looked just like at the doctors
office; a sink, some cupboards and various medical instruments on white
cotton clothes here and there. “It’s OK, don’t be afraid. I hold a degree in
medicine also,” said professor Andersen. Sandy shrugged a little and began
to remove her clothes.

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The professor tried not to stare too much while she scrubbed her hands
and pulled on some rubber gloves. “Up on the table with you.” Sandy climbed
up a little timidly. “Oh this is silly!” she thought to herself. “What is
there to be afraid of, the woman has already seen every inch of my body!”
She quickly laid back and put her feet in the high stirrups and exposed
herself to the professor; buck naked, cunt and ass hanging out for all the
world to see.

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Professor Andersen tried not to notice the young woman’s beautiful lines
and shape as she moved around between the widely spread legs. She pulled a
small cart over to the end of the table and placed a stainless steel tray on
top of it. On the tray were several gauze sponges,

a tube of some kind of lubricant, a rather large penile shaped flesh
colored instrument with several wires extending from it, and an enema bulb!

“OK now I want you to relax while I lubricate you and stretch your anal

ring some,” said the professor. Sandy said “Oh sure, just relax,” to
herself, but tried to comply. When the professor’s fingers, now covered
liberally with the lubricant touched Sandy’s small pinkish brown anus the
young woman instinctively clenched it shut like a steel door. “Now, now,
just relax, this won’ t hurt at all. Not only is this a lubricant, but also
contains a numbing compound. Come on loosen up.” Miss Andersen began to
massage and probe Sandy’s anus more insistently now. Surprisingly Sandy soon
noticed the numbing effect and began to relax. In popped one of the rubber
gloved fingers to begin an inner massage that would eventually relax and
stretch Sandy’s spincter fully open. Soon two fingers were in and moving
deliberately around, in and out.

Then Miss Andersen slowly inserted the long narrow tube of the enema
bulb. “What’s that?” inquired the girl. “It’s just a small enema to cleanse
your rectum. I’ll need you to hold the fluid in at least long enough to get
to the stool over in the corner. Before she knew it Sandy’s ass was filled
with a warm sudsy liquid. It actually felt nice, but then soon felt kind of
scary because she realized it wasn’t going to stay in there very long. The
girl clenched her ass cheeks firmly together at that point and scramble down
off the table and over to the stool. “Jesus, this is embarrassing,” she
though. “But she is a doctor.” When things had gotten back to normal Sandy
moved back over to the table, climbed back up and repositioned herself for
the next step.

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Two medical assistants, both young women in their early twenties, greeted me warmly and welcomed me to the company. I was led to believe that a complete physical examination was mandatory for anyone newly employed. One of the two, a blonde, led me into a fully equipped medical examining room and instructed me to undress. I stripped bare and presented myself. At the assistant’s suggestion I slipped my shoes back on and I was ready. I had expected a gown of some sort, but to my surprise none was offered. The second assistant was called into the room and together they began to examine me. Part of the time I stood and part of the time I sat and at one point I was asked to bend over and spread my buttocks so that my anal area could be inspected. All results were written down by one while the other poked around.

After about ten minutes of this the blonde asked me to climb onto the table. I noticed the second girl was adjusting the stirrups. Nervously I assumed the classic position with my knees raised and my feet well spread. While I was lying there naked, one girl called on the intercom for the doctor to come in. The doctor was a young, handsome man. Embarrassed and blushing I laid there nude as the two girls exchanged greetings with the physician. With both young assistants in attendance the doctor examined my vagina. Several times he slipped his gloved fingers into me causing a sensation which I found curiously thrilling. The girls repositioned me slightly and next I felt the doctor’s finger slipping intrusively into my anus. The rectal exam seemed to take longer than it should have, the doctor’s finger lingering almost casually. Both assistants seemed riveted with interest and curiosity as they used their hands to hold my hips in position. Finally the doctor, having completed PRIVATE GYNECOLOGY EXAMS his duties, left the room.
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God, I hate physicals. Sometimes I think I’d rather die than go
through the turmoil of my Annual Peek-Poke&Prod. But, given that cancer
of almost every female body part seems to run in my family, not going
through the latter may very well bring about the former, and much sooner
than I’d like. But I can’t stand the feeling of being laid out on that
table, flat on my back, kind of like a frog pinned down for disection.
The only thing that makes it more comfortable is my doctor. He’s
such a nice man and a good doctor as well. He has a smooth, easy-going
manner and he seems to go out of his way to make his patients feel more
comfortable. And, to top it off, he’s not bad to look at either. Greying
hair . . . warm eyes . . . and a shy smile. Not that I feel an immense
physical attraction for the man, but at this late date, I wouldn’t
discount anyone. Still, he’s a much better doctor, to my mind, than those
old time OB/GYNs who treat every women as if she’s just a little girl . .
. ooooh, they make my hackles stand!!
I’ve gone against form this time, though. I usually schedule an
early morning, right-out-of-the-shower appointment, but the way things
have been going in my office, if I’m not there in the morning to defend my
territory, I may have a new job by noon. So I made a 4:30 PM appointment.
. . his last appointment of the day. I’m there early, but he’s running
late. The receptionist, Gina, says there have been four deliveries today,
and 3 more in labor, and the last delivery was right there in the office
and nobody wanted to reschedule their appointments. How late?, I ask.
About 30 minutes, she says. So I sit . . . and sit . . . and sit. About
15 minutes before six, I stand . . . and almost collide with my doctor.
“Mel, I’m so sorry. I’m running very late. I should have asked
Gina to reschedule you. But since you’re still here and I’m not on call,
why don’t we get this over with,” he says. He must be in a hurry. He’s
talking a mile a minute and he’s turned back to the exam area without even
looking at me. Lita, his assistant, rolls her eyes and shows me to a
room.
After the usual — height (I haven’t grown), weight, blood & urine
(either the cups are getting bigger or my aim is better) — Lita throws me
a gown and says, “Remember, the opening goes in the front.” Great. Now
for the part I hate. Everything off, put on the gown and hop up on the
table. I just barely manage to get there before I hear a knock on the
door and he steps in.
“I hope you don’t mind, but, it being so late, I sent the girls
home. I thought you and I could do this without a chaperone,” he says,
still not looking at me.
“No, I don’t mind at all,” I say. He looks up at the sound of my
voice, then quickly looks back down at the chart, but not before I noticed
his eyes widening in surprise and a bit of color spreading across his
face. You see, in the year since I was last in, I’ve dropped the 30
pounds I needed to lose and turned my usually stress-induced feeding
frenzy into a 3-day a week workout on the dancefloor. And, while I
couldn’t be called svelte, I definitely look different.
“Lie back,” he says and comes to the table. He opens the tie on
the gown and begins the breast exam. Normally, during this time I’m
counting the little holes in the ceiling tiles, but this time I feel
compelled to watch him. His hands are very warm and firm as he moves them
around my right breast, pressing and stroking. Stroking? No, that must
be my imagination. No, he is stroking and he runs his thumb back and
forth across my nipple until it stands firm and high. He moves to the
left one and gives it the same treatment. By this time, I’ve pulled my
bottom lip between my teeth in an effort to control my breathing. But I
still sound like a wounded water buffalo to my ears. He looks into my
eyes, then gives me a hand to sit up.
“Relax, kiddo.” he says and leans close to examine the skin of my
breasts. I can feel his breath on my skin. I’m still breathing too hard.
He cups my left breast, lifting it as if testing its weight, but still
moving his thumb gently across the nipple. He does the same with the
right one. I must just be imagining that this examination is different,
but it feels different to me and it excites me. I close my eyes, feeling
the blush rising up my chest to my face. I know what comes next and I’m
glad he’ll be wearing a glove so that he won’t be able to feel that he
really needs no additional lubrication to finish. I’ve generated enough
natural lubricant to oil a whole houseful of door hinges.
He closes the front of the gown. “Okay, hon, lay back and slide
down.”
Still with my eyes closed, I do as he says. He places my feet in
the stirrups and moves my legs apart. He does the PAP smear quickly, then
puts the glove on his right hand and puts a little lubricant on it. He
mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “I probably won’t need
that,” and slides his fingers into my cunt. His left hand braces low on
my belly as he feels around, then he pauses. I open my eyes.
He is standing there with his eyes closed, almost in a trance, his
fingers still inside me. He moves his thumb like he did on my breast,
only this time it’s my clit he’s stroking. His left hand slides down and
he threads his fingers through the thick curls that cover my mound. And I
notice something else . . . he’s breathing as hard as I am. That’s it. I
knew something was different. He’s feeling what I’m feeling. I’m not
just imagining it.
With his fingers still inside me and his eyes still closed, I sit
up a little. He doesn’t notice I take his left hand, the gloveless one,
and pull it up close to my face. I slide two of his fingers into my mouth
and suckle them in rhythm as I contract my muscles. He opens his eyes and
pulls away.
“I’m sorry.” he says, as he backs away and takes off the glove.
“This is most . . . uh . . . um . . . unprofessional of me . . . I don’t
know what has gotten into me. Please . . . forgive me.” He is now
standing against the wall, eyes wide, with the glove wadded up in his
hand.
I put my feet down and sit up, smoothing the gown as I do.
“There’s nothing to forgive, ” I say, looking down at my lap, “unless you
don’t intend to finish what you started.” I look up as I finish speaking.
He looks from me to the glove in his hand. “No, not the exam, ” I say,
laughing, and hold out my hand. He tosses the glove in the trash with
unerring accuracy and moves closer to me.
“Are you certain?” he asks, endearingly unsure of himself. In
answer, I move to my knees on the table and reach for him. He bends to
kiss me, deeply. “Shall we finish the way we started?” he says.
Giggling, I move back into position on the table, feet in the stirrups.
He regains his “doctor” demeanor and says “Now let me know if you feel
anything unusual,” as he slips his gloveless fingers back into me, moving
them gently in and out. He reaches up with his free hand and fondles my
breasts. I can’t help myself — I moan loudly.
“Nothing? Well, let’s try this, then,” he says as he sits down on
his stool and presses his face between my legs. With his fingers still
inside me, he starts to lap and suck at my clit. I can feel my legs start
to tremble with the tension that is building. He slips his fingers out of
my cunt and slides one finger into my ass, moving it in and out. He
places his tongue deep inside me and scrapes his teeth on my clit. That’s
it. I come . . .hard. As the contractions slack a little, he lightly
strokes breasts and my thighs as he reaches to undo his trousers, keeping
me on the edge.
He slips out of his shoes & socks (I don’t know how, I was busy)
and steps out of his trousers and underwear as they fall to the floor. I
reach out to touch him but he steps out of my reach. “You’re a tease,
doctor,” I say.
He just smiles. “Now, since you still haven’t felt anything
unusual, there’s only one thing more I can try. Just try to relax . . .”
he says. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. He smiles broader and
pulls something from the side of the table. It’s a mirror. He positions
it so that I can see everything and steps back to the end of the table.
He moves forward and places the head of his cock against my cunt. As I
watch, he slowly presses in. I can see it just as I can feel it go in –
inch by glorious inch. He is in as far as he can go. He picks my legs up
and braces them against his shoulders. I watch, fascinated, in the mirror
as he slowly pulls back until he’s almost out. I hold my breath. He
slides back in just as slowly. I feel as if we’re moving in slow motion .
. . out and in . . . out and in . . . tension builds . . . breathing
quickens . . . oh God. He quickens the pace, trying to remain gentle, but
he can’t. I can’t.
“Oh God . . . please . . . now, please, ” I breath. “Oh . . . oh
. . . ooooooh,” we moan in unison our erotic chant. “Yes . . . ” as he
presses deep inside me and we come together, contracting in each others
rhythm.
He lets my legs down and leans forward, resting his head against
my breast. I stroke his hair, trying to catch my breath. We dress
slowly, sneaking a touch here, a caress there. “You know, ” I say as we
walk out of the office arm in arm, “this is the first time I’ve actually
enjoyed my physical.” He laughs. “But I don’t suppose this is covered by
my insurance . . . ”
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I watched in anticipation as he picked up a scissors and
approached the bed. He pulled the tape from my leg that secured

the catheter and snipped off one portion of the top of the catheter
tube where it spilt before joining the tube that lead to the urine
collection bag. I felt a strange feeling in my bladder as it seemed
like something was collapsing inside of me.

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He then took my
half-erect clitoris with his fingers and held it slightly outward and
downward. Sue went on to explain that this for a short period of
time may be uncomfortable, but that I would soon be free of the
catheter and its restrictions. With those words, he held the tip
of my tushy with her left hand as he began to withdraw the
catheter with his right.

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The finger was lubricated but I felt a pain so when he released the finger I was gladly accepted a rectal thermometer which he replaced immediately in my asshole.

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“Yes sir, there is. We’ve taken blood and urine samples… We’ve also taken
EEG’s and EKG’s. In every instance, the results are off the charts. For
example…” The doctor retrieved the file folder from the ICU attending. “… If
you like, sir, I can show you the results of our examination of their immune
systems…”

I finished four years medical school and just completed one year residency
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two years residency there before coming back and completing the last
year.

This appealed to me because I knew there were a lot of diseases I was
not familiar with. I could examine and experience them first hand. I would
be working in the regular hospital with people of the general public, not
the private ones.

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“OK, we need to do a pelvic,” the doctor said matter-of factly. “Take
off your panties, then lay back, and out your feet in the stirrups.

This was the moment Tiffany had been dreading. She was about to expose
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but she didn’t want to be reprimanded again, so she obediently hopped
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panties. Then she climbed back up, lay on her back, and scooted her
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The room I ended up in was kind of dark, but standing in the
middle of it was another young woman about my age, or maybe even
a little younger, who was being dressed in one of the costumes
like the others out in the garage.  The man who was dressing her
I recognized as the doctor who had given me that pelvic exam.
“I’ve got them almost done except for this one and the boy,” he
said without looking up.  Then looking at me he added, “Shit, I
don’t think I have a harness that small.  Put her into that
little S&M outfit.  Oh wait, I guess we’re going to have to use a
butt plug on her like the boy.  Let me get this girl dressed and
I’ll help you.”


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So I just laid there, trying to relax as best I
could, waiting for whatever he had planned for us.
He gave us a quick pelvic exam and then the doctor
turned to the counter where he began pulling
medical looking things out of the cabinets in
order to work with them.  It was pretty obvious
that he was preparing something for us and so when
he started talking to us about what he was doing,
we both listened attentively.
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It wasn’t until the stinging pain throughout my pelvic
area started to subside that I began to sense the
weight of that massive lump of bloated flesh filling my
entire lower body.  With each of his vigorous thrusts I
could feel the head of his penis deeply penetrating its
way further into me, punching against my stomach and
stretching my vaginal passage to the breaking point
until I began to feel nauseous.  Again and again it
would drive into me like a giant foreign presence
swelling and taking over my whole inner being and then
would pull out so that it could plunge into me all over
again.
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For years, I couldn’t always help but wonder what exactly went
on in the offices of the doctors, most especially the gynecologists.

I mean, let’s face it, here is a guy who has the opportunity to look at
all the pussy he wants. A woman comes into his office and the first
thing he says is, “Take off all your clothes.” The next thing you
know, he’s got her flat on her back while he feels all over her body.
Then, he’s got her legs spread in the stirrups and, in essence, he’s
finger-fucking her. Under the pretense of a medical examination, he
gets the opportunity to explore the patient’s body in whatever manner
he sees fit. And, don’t tell me that some of his patients don’t get a
little hot!

Well, I have been wandering around around now for the past
several months and this thought has been continually on my mind.
Recently, I rode past a doctor’s office, an OB-GYN, and I saw this
young woman going inside. I could only assume that she was a student
at the local college just up the road. She had on blue jeans that very
nicely accentuated her body, and a very colorful sweater. As I was
sitting at the traffic light, I had watched her get out of her car and
go into the doctor’s office. In just a few short moments, it would be
off with the clothes and up in the stirrups. Now my mind was really
racing.

I really didn’t have anything special to do, so I went to the
college to see if there was any information on examinations and the
like in the nursing section of the library. Much to my delight, there
was a videotape called, “First Visit to the Gynecologist“, a film used
as a teaching aid for girls prior to their first examination. Dressed
in my business suit, and being a bit older than the average college
student, I suppose the young man at the counter thought I was a doctor
doing some research. He handed me the videotape and pointed me in the
direction of the player.

I couldn’t believe my eyes as the tape began to play. It was
almost as if I had directed the film. It showed a young woman (I
suppose she was over eighteen for legal reasons) getting out of her
car and going into the doctor’s office. After being greeted by the
nurse, the woman was escorted into the examination room and told to
undress. The film even showed her getting undressed while the
narration explained what to wear on the day of the examination, to get
completely undressed for the doctor, and not to douche before the
examination. Then, she put on an examining gown, the door opened, and
in walked the nurse and the doctor. The COMPLETE examination was shown
in full detail. Close up shots of her tits, her pussy and her asshole,
not to mention excellent footage of the doctor’s fingers being
inserted into the patient’s pussy and asshole. To make matters worse
for me, the patient had left her underwear on so the doctor had to
take it off before conducting the pelvic examination (with a narrated
comment that some doctors may instruct their patients to leave their
panties on). And, she wore little white socks which she left on
during the examination, clearly visible with her feet in the stirrups.

I rewound the film, adjusted my hard-on, and returned it to
the counter. Then, I left the library, but not before noticing all the
young stuff moving about. And to think each one of these girls has to
visit the doctor before being admitted to the college.

On my way home, I again passed the doctor’s office which
started this hormonal uproar earlier in the day. The traffic light
turned red and I was stopped at the corner, looking directly in the
front glass door of the office. I could see a young female standing at
the counter, and there didn’t appear to be anybody else in the office.
The light turned green and I made a left turn on to the side street
and into the parking lot behind the doctor’s office. There was only
one car in the lot - a red Firebird. I parked my car and walked around
the front of the office. As I walked into the reception area, the girl
behind the counter looked up and before she could speak I said, “All
the patients gone for the day?” Instantly, she replied, “Yes, even the
doctor went home early… and left me here alone to finish up the
charts.”

I quickly scanned the reception area and the hallway behind it
leading to the examining room and determined that it was just her and
me in the building. I had not moved too far from the door and as she
was saying, “Is there something that I may help you with?” I secured
the deadbolt lock and proceeded to the counter. “Yes,” I said, “I
think there is definitely something that you can help me with.” I
still don’t think that she had caught on to the locked door, but then,
she looked toward the door and saw that the lock had been turned.
“Please, sir, don’t hurt me… please let me go… what is it…
drugs, money… ?” she queried.

“When was your last examination?” I asked. With a confused and
frightened look on her face she said, “Last year. I need to schedule
one soon with the doctor.” I was amazed at how this girl was so
candid, and at the same time, allowing herself to be set up in this
situation. “Please, what is it that you want?”

“Perhaps we should do your examination right now,” I said. She
began to move toward the doorway until I blocked it. “Look, I am not
interested in drugs or money. I am now the doctor and it is time for
the nurse to be examined. Lead me to the examining room.” She began to
cry and said, “My mother thought that this was going to happen. Please
don’t rape me.”

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I said, “I have no intention
of raping you or harming you in any way. I am the doctor tonight and
you ARE going to have your examination. That is all that is going to
happen.” As I said this, I pulled her arm and lead her into the hall
in the direction of the examining room. “Now, let’s get on with it.”
As I pushed her down the hall, she “lead” me to the end and into the
examining room. The examining table, with its stirrups already in
position, awaited.

“Remove your dress, and let the examination begin,” I said, as
I closed the door to the examining room. More crying, sobbing, but as
I stood and watched, she reached behind her and undid the top of her
uniform. She slid the zipper down and began to pull the dress from her
shoulders. Just as she was beginning to pull it over her tits she
stopped and said, “Oh, please, mister, please don’t make me do this.”

“I am the doctor and you will address me as such,” I said.
“Off with your dress and not a whimper from you. Do it!” I commanded.

She submissively obeyed my order and pulled the dress down her
torso, over her hips, and let if fall to the floor. She turned from me
as she stepped out of the dress, but little did she realize, as she
bent over to pick up the dress from the floor, I thoroughly enjoyed
the view of her young, firm ass encased in the white cotton bikini
panties. “Turn around, now,” I said.

It was clear that she knew I was serious and in control of the
situation. I felt she sensed that I truly was not going to harm her if
she did as she was told. “Take your bra off,” I said. She slowly
reached behind her and undid her bra, lowering it away from her tits.
What fine young tits these were. Pert and upright, just a handful,
with nipples perfectly centered. I admired her young body as she stood
there, her hands to her side, in only her panties. “I’ll let you keep
your panties on until the pelvic examination. Get on the table.”

She assumed a sitting position on the table, her legs dangling
over the side. I placed my hands upon either side of her neck and
began to palpate it, actually, to stroke it. I was looking in her eyes
as she stared back at me. She was scared. “Don’t worry. Just like the
doctor does it. That’s all,” I said, as I tried to reassure her. “How
old are you?” I asked. She answered, “I just turned eighteen.”

I ran my hands down each arm, and then down her sides. I
cupped her tits with my hands and she began to tense up. I took her
nipples between my fingers and began to lightly pull on them. “Lie
back,” I instructed, “with your arms above your head.” She immediately
did as she was told, and I noticed how her tits flattened out but her
nipples stood up. I ran my finger around each nipple until it became
erect. Then I “examined” each tit by rubbing it. As her automatic
responses to my touch began to happen, she started to cry, “Please,
sir, this is terrible. Please stop,” she said. I stopped my gentle
caressing and pinched each nipple. “Remember, I am the doctor and this
is your examination,” I scolder her.

I moved my hands down across her firm, young belly. I
continued my touch over her hips and along the tops of her legs.
“Spread your legs wider,” I said, as I moved my hands up the insides
of her thighs. She did as she was told and replied with a whimper,
“Yes, doctor.” Now we were making progress.

“Lift your hips so I can remove your panties,” I said. She
closed her legs and pressed her ass down on the table as she again
began to cry. I reached for her tits and began to pinch her nipples
until she spread her legs and I could see her arch her hips. I pulled
at the top of her panties, sliding them over her ass and down her
legs. Before dropping them to the floor, I brought them to my nose to
absorb the fragrance of this young girl’s cunt.

When I looked up I saw that she truly had sandy blonde hair,
as it covered her pussy. But I noticed that she kept it trimmed; of
course, it was summer and her tan lines indicated that she wore a
two-piece on the beach. I ran my hand across the top of her bush and
spread her legs apart. “Slide down and put your legs in the stirrups,”
I told her. I think that she had gotten to the point where she
realized that cooperation on her part would make things go a whole lot
easier. She slid down, raised her legs and positioned her feet in the
stirrups.

I sat down on the stool at the end of the examining table and,
spreading her knees apart, slid between her legs. What a sight to
behold. This eighteen year-old pussy in front of me as I experienced
what GYN Doctors experience all day long. I moved one finger between
her pussy lips until it began to get moist. The I took both hands and
began to spread her pussy lips apart until the moistness caused her
pussy lips to separate and remain open. My patient was cooperating and
this was making the examination quite pleasant… for both of us.

There was a drawer at the end of the examining table, so I
opened it to see what was inside. All sort of goodies: speculums of
several shapes & sizes, KY Jelly, examination gloves. I put on one
examination glove and applied KY Jelly to my index finger. With my
other hand, I spread her pussy lips apart and lubricated around the
opening to her pussy.  Then, I slowly eased my index finger inside. I
could feel her tense and then relax her pussy as my finger slid all
the way inside. She was tight, as I slowly moved my finger around
inside of her pussy. I used my other hand to keep her pussy lips
separated and to rub her clit while I moved my finger in and out of
her pussy. Despite her tension and fear, she was beginning to loosen
up for this examination. “Let’s put the speculum inside so we can see
what’s going on,” I said, as I slid my finger from her pussy. Then,
reaching into the open drawer in front of me, I selected a speculum
and placed it at the opening of her pussy. I again separated her pussy
lips and slid the speculum all the way inside.

Following proper medical procedure, I turned the speculum and
opened it. As I did this, she emitted a slight moan and tensed her
hips. I began to again rub her clit to ease her tension. I looked in
the speculum to see the pinkest pussy that I have ever seen. I had
selected the smallest speculum and her pussy lips were wrapped tightly
upon it. In fact, it almost seemed stuck as I slowly began to withdraw
it from her pussy. But, it came out, and her pussy lips resumed to
their normal state.

I applied lubricant to my middle finger and said, “I am going
to do the rectal examination now.” She began to cry some more and
said, “Oh, please, this is so embarrassing. I hate it when even the
real doctor does it. Please don’t.”

“I am the real doctor and you WILL have your rectum checked
young lady,” I responded. With that, I began to lubricate her asshole
and then slowly eased my finger inside. She clenched her ass tight and
made it hard for me to get my finger in. I drew back my free hand and
smacked her ass. She gasped, and loosened her ass, as I thrust my
finger the full length inside of her ass. “I was going to take it
slow, but YOU made me do it this way,” I told her. Her ass was real
tight and I doubt if she had ever been fucked there before. I enjoyed
moving my finger around inside of her ass. I then began to insert my
index finger in her pussy. When both fingers were fully inserted, I
began an alternating fucking of each of her holes, while rubbing her
clit with my free hand.

“Oh, doctor, please don’t do that. You’re embarrassing me,”
she cried.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Why are you embarrassed?” I asked.

“Because it’s not right for me to get excited during an
examination,” she replied.

I picked up the pace of finger fucking her and rubbing her
clit. She was getting very aroused, pushing down on the stirrups and
gyrating her hips. “Let me use the rectal dilator now,” I said. I
simultaneously removed my fingers from her asshole and her cunt, but I
kept rubbing her pussy. I looked into the drawer and found the
instrument - a round tube with a removable “plunger”. I stopped
rubbing her clit long enough to lubricate the instrument. “Spread your
cheeks for me,” I instructed.

She reached down and spread her cheeks wide apart. I placed
the tip of the instrument against her asshole, and with the sufficient
lubrication that I had applied, it slid inside. I pulled the plunger
out and looked inside of her asshole. Then I stuck my index finger
inside the dilator, beyond its depth, to manipulate her asshole. I
looked up at her pussy and she was very wet. I removed the dilator and
again inserted my middle finger into her asshole while sliding my
index finger into her pussy. I resumed rubbing her clit and finger
fucking her. “Rub your tits,” I said. She immediately began to rub her
tits and stroke her belly. Her hips were gyrating on the table, she
was pushing down against the stirrups, and I could feel her muscles
contracting on my fingers in her pussy and asshole. She was cumming
big time! This continued for what seemed like and eternity, and then
her whole body went limp. I removed my fingers from her pussy and
asshole and she lay on the table, her legs still in the stirrups, her
hands at her side. “You are quite a hot little thing aren’t you?” I
questioned. No response. Her face was flushed, she was perspiring, her
breathing was intense.

I looked at her lying on the table after her orgasm, and then
my eye caught something above the examining table - a thermometer
standing upright in its case. Maybe I should take her temperature just
to see what it is…

As I was reaching for the thermometer, her eyes opened and saw
what I was doing. Before I knew what was happening, she had removed
her legs from the stirrups and turned over on her stomach. “This is
the position the doctor uses,” she said. What a nice ass she had. I
looked at the thermometer and noticed that it had a stubby bulb; a
rectal thermometer.

“The doctor takes rectal temperatures here?” I asked.

“Every patient. He says its more accurate,” she replied.

Since her asshole was sufficiently lubricated from the rectal
examination, not to mention her orgasm, I only applied lubricant to
the thermometer. I spread her legs more and separated her asscheeks
until I could see her asshole. The I placed the tip of the thermometer
against her asshole and slid it inside. I stepped back to observe this
girl, lying on the examination table, flushed from orgasm, with a
thermometer sticking out of her ass. “Is it over?” she asked.

“As soon as I know what your temperature is,” I replied. She
said nothing more as I continue to enjoy the view. I could only
imagine the countless times the scene has been repeated in this very
examining room. What must the doctor be thinking? I had a raging
hard-on. What was I going to do now? I stepped closer to the examining
table, and spreading her asscheeks, removed the thermometer. I wiped
the lubricant from the thermometer, and from between her ass. I held
the thermometer up to the light and rotated it - 100.6, one degree
above a normal rectal temperature. I shook the thermometer down and
placed it back in its holder.

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I stood to the side of the examining table and rubbed her ass.
She had stopped crying and was lying still on the table while I rubbed
her ass. I stepped to the end of the table and undid my belt. She had
not heard anything yet, so I opened my pants and let them fall to the
floor. I pulled my now rock-hard cock from my pants and stepped closer
to her to rub it against her ass.

Just then, the door to the examining room was thrown open and
I looked up to see three police officers standing there with their
guns drawn and pointed at me. The first cop in the door was a woman.
Before I could even get my pants up, she had grabbed me, wrestled me
to the floor, and handcuffed me. I was left lying on the floor, face
down, with my pants down around my ankles. I looked over my shoulder
to see my patient, draped with an officer’s coat, being led from the
examining room.

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The doctor left at that point and I removed all my cloths and put on a gown. My mom had completed filling out the forms by the time the doctor had came back into the room. The doctor told me to lie down on the examination table and put my feet up in the stirrups.

then he told me to put a belt around my waist to prevent me from falling off the table. It was a very wide belt and she put it on very tight. The doctor was busy tying my feet onto the stirrups.

The doctor then moved over a big cart of equipment and placed it by my feet. Then he then removed my gown. Have you ever had a period the doctor asks? I told him no. When did your breast begin to grow asks the doctor? My breast buds had just started to swell this year I told him.

He then proceeded to move the stirrups very wide and he got between my legs. The doctor started to examine my labia minor and major. He felt all over them and pulled very hard. It was forbidden by our culture to have a man touch us down there until we are marred. The doctor measured my lips and wrote it down on my chart. Next he looked at my clitoris. It was mostly covered by its hood. The doctor said it was about ╜ inch long and 3/8 inch around.

The doctor then examined my hymen. I could not be married if my hymen was broken. The doctor said I had a very small hymen that covered about 10 % of my vaginal opening. Her hymen will not break the first time she has sex and it will not bleed said the doctor.

The doctor then talked to some other person about what she had requested. This is when I learned that I was going to have me circumcised. The doctor told her, he would repair my hymen. Trim and suture my labia minor together. He asks her if she wanted me to have my clitoris removed or cover it up until I got married.
I though he was joking well try to figure out what he mean
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The worst of it was, Sara had no idea why she was in this cell in
the first place or what she could do to get out.

Her ordeal had started almost 6 weeks earlier when upon
graduation, Sara’s Dad had presented her with 2 tickets for a
Sout American tour.  It had seemed romantic, exotic, even
outrageous to tour around 4 different countries for 4 weeks but
Sara was very excited about it.

The second ticket was for Sara’s boyfriend Paul.  They had been
practically joined at the hip for the last two years of college
so it was only fitting that they take off together.  Sara and
Paul made a striking couple and everyone, Sara’s parents
included, figured that they would marry soon.  Paul was a shade
under 6 feet with an athetic build, blond hair and deep blue
eyes.  Sara looked like an all-american cheerleader.  She was
about 5′5″ with a trim athletic build and high, tight uptitled
breasts.  With her red-hair and fair skin, Sara’s nipples were a
very light pink in color and awfully thick when excited.  Her
round bottom was perhaps her best feature and when she and Paul
had recently tried anal sex, Sara had marked it down as one of
the year’s great discoveries.

The first 2 weeks of vacation were everything Sara expected and
more.  The pressures of school behind her and the warm, latin
ambiance of the places they were visiting made for very romantic
days and hot and erotic nights as the two twenty-one year-olds
made their way around South America.  Two nights ago they had
flown into this smaller country and the political atosphere here
had seemed a little more tense.  Sara had no idea how tense.

Their hotel was a small guest-house right near the ocean.  Sara
and Paul had enjoyed frolicking in the surf and shopping in the
local bazar the first day and had been wandering through the
small nation’s capital yesterday.

In the wee hours of the morning, the glorious vacation had come
to a screeching halt.  Sara and Paul had been rudely awakened at
almost 2:00am by several armed soldiers in their bedroom.  They
were physically pulled right out of the bed and pushed against
the wall amidst plenty of shouting.  Sara was mortified.  As they
had since coming down to this tropical climat, both she and her
boyfriend had been sleeping in the buff.  Now she had been pulled
stark naked out of her bed in plain view of 4 or 5 leering
soldiers.  When Paul had tried to resist he had gotten a rifle
but in the kidneys for his trouble.

Sara was given an embarrassing pat down that was clearly
uneccesary given her lack of clothes by the soldier that looked
to be in charge.  He pushed Sara into the classic “spread-em”
pose with her hands above her pushing the wall, her feet wide
apart and well back from the wall.  Sara was so shocked she
didn’t move as the man’s rough hands slid down her arm and across
each breast slowly.  Even her nipples were pinched before the
hand moved lower.  Sara’s embarrasment increased by an order of
magnitude as a hand teased up her spread thigh and then
completely between her legs to rest flat on her belly.

Several months before Sara had started using a depilatory to
remove all her pubic hair.  It had started as a tease for Paul
but he had gotten so turned on by it that Sara had continued ever
since.  The soldier groping her grunted in surprise as his hands
slid down to encounter only a bare, smooth pubis.  He chuckled as
his hands ran up and down enjoying the smooth lips.

Now the hands moved further back and Sara felt two hands lying
flat on her buttocks.  With a slow but deliberate movement, the
soldier spread her cheeks wide, wide apart.  Sara gasped then
felt a tear of humiliation trickle down her cheek as she felt a
breath of wind wasp across her fully exposed and spread open
anus.

After getting a good feel, Sara had been relieved when the
soldiers threw a t-shirt and a skirt at her and a t-shirt and
shorts at Paul.  She hastened to cover up.  In her limited
spanish, she tried to reach for some panties but the soldiers
started pulling them out of the house altogether.  Where were
they taking them and why Sara tried to ask but there were no
answers forthcoming.  Sara tried telling them that they were both
Americans and that she demanded to see someone from the American
embassy but to her horror this elicited only laughs from the
soldiers.

So now here she was, in a small dank cell with only a light
tshirt and a skirt for covering.  She hadn’t even been allowed
shoes.  Sara had been given no chance to call anyone, no chance
to talk to Paul and no chance even to talk to someone who could
help them.

It had been perhaps a couple of hours of waiting, there was no
way to tell this deep in the building if it was even morning.
Sara finally heard some footsteps coming down the hall.  She
wasn’t sure whether to feel excited or terrified.

The footsteps turned out to be from two soldiers.  They stopped
at her cell and opened the door.  Sara jumped up and started
asking for the american embassy, for a phone, for Paul, for
someone in charge, anything!  The soldiers ignored her as though
she wasn’t even there.  Sara was pulled out of the cell with a
soldier on each arm.  They moved down a long corridor and around
to a different part of what seemed like a dungeon to Sara.

One soldier opened a door into an almost empty room and pulled
Sara in.  The second soldier closed the door behind them then
took both of Sara’s arms and held them tight behind her.  To
Sara’s horror, the other soldier now pulled her t-shirt up and
over her head baring her out-thrust breasts.  The soldier didn’t
even pause to molest her but reached down to pull her skirt down
to her ankles leaving her completely naked before them.  The
soldier’s eyes widened as he spotted Sara’s smooth pubis and he
laughed as he told his friend behind her.

Things moved quickly now.  The t-shirt was pulled off her arms
and the two soldiers quickly attached leather cuffs to Sara’s
wrists.  The cuffs were not uncomfortable but rather smooth.
Sara had the impression that they had been worn smooth by many
wearings.  Other cuffs were attached to her ankles and a short
cable between them would keep her from being able to kick out.

A cable now dropped from the ceiling and Sara’s wrists were
attached to it.  Now the soldiers stepped back and pulled the
cable from the side of the room dragging Sara’s hands up above
her head until only her toes and the balls of her feet were
resting on the ground.

The soldiers returned to just in front of Sara and she closed her
eyes as one reached out to grasp and then pull one of her wide
nipples now tight and crinkled with fear.  Sara felt first one
then another hand run over her bare mons as the two soldiers
laughed.

The hands left the young redhead and Sara opened her eyes to see
them both leave the room.  My God, what had she gotten into now?
she wondered.  All became quiet leaving Sara with her own
thoughts.  She looked around the room and found not much to give
her a clue about what she was in store for.  On the back of the
door was some kind of strap, there was a small table to one side
where Sara’s skirt and blouse now rested.  Aside from that, there
was not much to occupy her eyes.

For perhaps 20 minutes, there was no sound but Sara’s breathing
She realized now that her waiting was all very deliberate.  Her
own thoughts and worries of the past 20 minutes had made her
willing to do almost anything to get out of her predicament.
Sara had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so helpless.  If
she hadn’t been so scared of what might happen, she realized, she
might even have been turned on.  There was certainly an exciting
aspect to being restrained this way.  Oh, if only it could be
Paul who came through the door.  Sara closed her eyes and
imagined what he might do if he were to walk in and find her this
way; how he’d tease her and touch her, how he might spank her
bare and stretched bottom before sliding something into it to
turn her on further.

Suddenly Sara heard footsteps and her eyes flew open.  Her idle
thoughts had been a diversion from her predicament and had even
turned her on.  The sound of those footsteps though brought her
right back to reality.  It would not be Paul who walked through
that door.  Sara realized to her horror that the thoughts of the
last few minutes had left her pussy wet and her nipples erect and
poking out.  She felt squishy down there.  Oh No!  Could anyone
notice?

Only one person entered the room and it was obvious from his
uniform and from his demeanor that he was an officer or someone
in charge.  The sight that greeted him had him smile.  The pretty
girl was stretched up long and high.  Her already upthrust
breasts were pulled to her body to be tight rounded curves
highlighted by the large and now long nipples.  Sara was blushing
furiously and her freckled face showed it well.  The blush
extended lower though leaving a red flush to her upper chest and
down the front slope of her tight breasts.

The shaven pussy in this position was very predominant, leaving
her middle area where one would expect a triangle as a bare,
smooth white area highlighted even further by Sara’s tan line of
a french-cut, narrow bikini.  Her pussy had a high slit and the
officer could immediately see the sheen of Sara’s juices on the
engorged lips.  His smile brightened.  It was not unusual to find
a woman turned on by waiting this way.  With this young, prime
female flesh being absolutely smooth it was even more obvious.

Sara was already talking a-mile-a-minute trying desperately to
find out what was happening to her and why.  The officer ignored
her.  Sara watched wide-eyed as he approached and took a silk
scarf from his pocket.  He moved behind her and pulled the scarf
down over her eyes and tied it tight behind her head.

“Please, please tell me what I’ve done!” pleaded Sara, “Let me
call my embassy.  I’m sure you’ve got the wrong person.  Can’t I
just..”

The sound of the strap moving behind her reached Sara’s ears an
instant before the loud smack of it hitting across both her
buttocks filled the room.  The instantaneous searing heat seemed
to travel forward at the speed of light moving forward first into
her lower belly then curving up her front to the middle of her
chest and finally to her throat and out her mouth as she cried
out in a momentary time-delayed response.

“Shush.” said the officer into the now silent room.  I will ask
questions and you will be silent except for your direct answers.”
The officer’s english was impeccable.

Sara’s breath was ragged as her body tried to catch up with the
heat in her bottom.

“Now then.” said the officer “You will tell me what agency you
work for and what other subversive elements in our small country
you have contacted.”

“But I don’t know anything.” cried Sara.  “It’s all a big
mistake.”

Sara felt the cool leather of the strap stroke her left breast
and rub over the hard nipple.  Oh God, she thought, please don’t
hit my breasts.

“I’m sure you can do better than that.” said the officer.  You
must realize the position you are in leaves you with few
alternatives but than to follow my instructions.  I could make
things easy for you…” Now Sara felt his fingers tugging at her
nipples.  “..or hard.” The leather strap was now between her
thighs and Sara was helpless but to feel him pull it up sideways
until the edge was between her wet lips and then drag the strap
outwards with the edge running deep in her pussy and touching the
edge of her clit.  Sara moaned at the vulnerable sensation.

“Please” she said.  “I don’t know anything about what you’re
talking about.”

The strap struck her bottom again with a loud strap and again
Sara felt the heat moving up through her bottom into the rest of
her body.  She started to cry.

“Now, now” said the officer quietly, “If you just cooperate
you’ll be able to leave very shortly.  His fingers were stroking
Sara’s nipple outward in a pulling stroking motion.  Despite
herself she felt her body respond.

The questioning continued for what seemed like hours to Sara but
was perhaps only 40 minutes or so.  The officer played her like a
fine tuned instrument.  He would touch her, stroke herand tease
her while speaking quietly or smack her bottom with the strap.
It took only a few moments before Sara’s fears that he would
notice her moisture were realized as his fingers stroked along
her soaking slit.  To her dismay she found that the strapping of
her bottom seemed to make her even wetter.

Sara tried to cooperate as much as she could, telling the officer
everything she could.

Finally the blindfold was pulled from her.  Sara’s body was hot
and sweaty and her bottom was warm to the touch.

“We will check your story” said the officer.  You will spend the
day in jail here pending our investigation.  You had better hope
we do not find you have lied to me or you will be back down here
with me and I can assure you it will not be nearly so pleasant.”

The door closed behind him and Sara sagged in her cuffs.  Her
arms were aching a little now.  Thankfully the two soldiers who
had brought her into the room entered immediately and pulled her
from the cable.  Sara figured that perhaps her ordeal was over
but there was more humilation to come.

The soldiers did not let Sara get dressed or even remove the
leather cuffs.  With one taking an arm each they moved her out
into the corridor, up some stairs and along to another area.
Sara was mortified.  She was stark naked!  Along the way they
encountered a couple of other guards and Sara blushed crimson as
they chuckled and stared at her naked body.  The three reached a
door and pulled Sara into another room.  This room was obviously
a medical station.  There were two cots separated by cloth
dividers and at the end of the room, a doctor’s examining area.

The soldiers pulled Sara with them to the examining area and lay
her on her back on the black leather table there.  Sara was face
up with her feet facing the door she’d just entered.

The soldiers used the leather cuffs on her wrists to attach her
wrists above her head to clips that were part of the table.  Her
ankles were similarly attached to the bottom of the table.  Now
the soldiers left Sara again naked and vulnerable in a strange
room.  She did not have long to wait.

A long man, perhaps in his mid-thirties entered the room wearing
a lab coat.  The doctor, Sara hoped.  He came over to Sara
directly.

“I will be examining you before they bring you to a cell in our
jail.” said the doctor.  Moving quickly and efficiently the
doctor took Sara’s blood pressure and listened to her heart.  He
had her open her mouth and probed within with his fingers; lookng
Sara supposed, for contraband.  Once done, the doctor now moved
to Sara’s feet.  He unattached each ankle in turn and re-
attached them to a standard doctor’s stirrup.

Oh no!  thought Sara.  She had alwasy been a modest girl and
going to the gynaecologist virtually always produced a full-body
blush as her body was exposed.  Her exam just before the vacation
had been the most embarrassing yet as her ob-gyn got to see her
newly smooth pussy.  Sara had been mortified that he would
chastise her or perhaps laugh but in the end he had been very
professional.  He had mentioned it though and after making sure
that she was fine down there had given her a pat on the pubis and
told her to be sure to be careful with the depilatory she was
using so she wouldn’t irritate the sensitive parts of her body.
Predictably, Sara had blushed crimson at the incident.

Now here she was again, being spread open like a lab frog on a
dissection plate for viewing by this young man.  The stirrups
were spread wide, wide apart and Sara felt her engorged pussy
lips parting wetly thanks to the stimulation they’d had for the
last hour.  The stirrups seemed different to Sara, higher somehow
because not only was her pussy spread wide but her hot buttocks
were pulled back and open also to leave her anus completely open
for view.

The doctor moved to a counter and Sara was unable to see what he
was doing.  When he turned he immediately sat directly between
her outstretched thighs only inches from her spread open body.
Sara felt both his hands slide down her belly to rest one at the
top of each thigh with his thumbs lying along her smooth pussy
lips.  The doctor peeled them back first slowly then wider and
wider until they were tight apart.  Sara knew her clit was now
open and exposed because she could feel a slight breeze wafting
across the wet nerve-filled bud.

“Hmmmm” said the doctor.  “Why do you have no hair here?” He
patted the pronounced mound of Sara’s bare pubis with one hand.
“Is this because of a skin disease or medical problem?”

“N-n-n-o” stammered Sara, blushing again.

“Perhaps you had an operation here?” asked the doctor.

“No”, said Sara, “I did it….I did it for my boyfriend”.

“Ahh” said the doctor.  “You did this for sex.  You are a naughty
young girl.” His last pat was a little firmer than the others
leaving Sara with the sensation of his fingers haveing smacked
the puffy lips of her slit.

The doctor now moved his hands lower and again spread her wet
lips wide apart.

“You like sex very much, I think.” he said to her.  “You are very
wet here.”

Sara didn’t think she could be more embarrassed.  Her blush now
extended from her freckled face down to the tops of her breasts.

With one hand holding the inner lips open, Sara felt a finger
slid easily into her.  The doctor teased in the tip for a moment
then slid the thick finger in as far as he could causing Sara to
gasp softly at the intrusion.  The finger slid in and out several
times, twisting as it did so then slid almost all the way out.
When it slid in next, it was joined by a second finger.  The
doctor slid the two fingers deep into her body and held them
there.

Now the doctor’s left hand moved upward to rest on the pronounced
mound of Sara’s pubis.  His fingers were splayed out slightly and
Sara felt his thumb resting casually directly over the hood to
her very erect, very sensitive clit.

As the two fingers deep inside her were twisted back and forth
and slid in and out of her wetness for her supposed “exam”, Sara
felt the hand resting on top pressing down slightly.  She
couldn’t help feeling squirmy from the heavy thumb of the
doctor’s left hand as it seemed to innocently rub over her
clitoris.

Sara didn’t even notice when her hips started to rotate back and
forth at the sensation but the doctor did.

“That’s fine.  Now we’ll continue the rest of the examination.”
he said.

The finger slid from Sara’s pussy and Sara felt nothing for a
moment.  When she did finally feel the hands return, she groaned
in horror.  The doctor’s fingers were now spreading her buttocks
even wider apart to exam her crinkled anus.

Sara knew that this long neglected part of her anatomy was like
an electric button to her clit.  The last time her regular doctor
had given her an anal exam she’d had to bite her lip to keep from
showing her arousal.  God only knew what it would be like here.

With her anus stretched wide, it was not until the cool, squirmy
sensation of a very lubricated finger actually touched the center
of the opening that Sara knew she was about to be penetrated.
The finger teased the outside of the sensitive membranes before
sliding into the tightly muscled ring.  Sara felt her anus open
and clench involuntarily at the 1/2 inch of finger now
penetrating it.

Once the finger had twisted around a couple of times and her
opening was well lubricated, the doctor pushed his finger slowly
but firmly all the way in, burying it deep into Sara’s rectum.
He held it there for a moment and enjoyed the sight of Sara’s
closed eyes in concentration and the toes of her bare feet as
they curled in a vain attempt not to feel what she was feeling.
The doctor smiled as he realized that anal play was very arousing
for the young girl.  Well she was in for more of it over the next
few minutes.

The doctor slid his finger out of Sara’s tight, hot rectum and
added more lubricant before sliding deeply in again.  Sara gasped
as his finger penetrated her most private place.  Once her bottom
was quite slippery and holding some of the vaseline he’d been
using for lubricant, he pulled his fingers out and waited a
moment while Sara’s breathing returned to normal.  There is
material in your rectum her reported solumnly.  This will have to
be removed to ensure you are not smuggling drugs into the jail.

How would he do that Sara wondered.  She didn’t have to wonder
for long.  The doctor pulled over a tray with a small basin of
water and a douche syringue in it.  Squeezing the large bulb, the
doctor sucked up a good-sized quantity of water before bringing
the large, curved nozzle to Sara’s bottom.

He teased the fat tip of the nozzle in slowly.  It had, after
all, been designed for a different opening.  Once the tip was in,
it was a small matter to slide the nozzle deep inside until only
the fat rubber bulb rested between Sara’s widely parted buttocks.
This left Sara’s rectum penetrated more than ever before.  The
nozzle was not quite as thick as Paul’s penis but it was
certainly longer and Sara could feel its curved length deep in
her body.  The doctor squirted a small amount of the bulb, waited
a moment then squeezed the balance quite hard.

“Oh!” gasped Sara as the warm water built up instantaneous
pressure deep in her body.

The doctor pulled the fat nozzle from the young girl slowly
watching as her anus struggled to close itself against the water
already deep in her body.

“Aren’t you going to let me up?” asked Sara wide-eyed as the
pressure of the water made her want to go to the bathroom.

The doctor smiled, “No, you will use the bedpan here.”

He reached under the table and pulled up a bedpan that rested
against Sara’s buttocks.  Sara was mortified.  She had never
imagined being so embarrassed.  She tried to hold back, tried
desperately to squeeze her anus as hard as she could be it was
all in vain.  With a little cry, her body finally took over and
Sara heard the humiliating sounds of her own enema being
evacuated into the metal pan.

There hadn’t been much water and it was over in a moment.  The
doctor used a wet towel to wipe her clean.  Sara figured she must
be done but she was not.  She had much more to go.

The doctor emptied the bedpan in the adjacent toilet and then
pulled a strange looking cart over beside Sara’s widestretched
thighs.  With her restraints, Sara couldn’t get a good look at
it.  The doctor sat back down between her legs and again slowly
lubricated her now much looser bottom.  To her horror Sara felt
another nozzle, this one much harder and colder, touching her
anus.  The steel nozzle was double barrelled and fairly thick.
The doctor took his time but when he was done, Sara’s bottom was
stretched wide around the thick nozzle of the high-colonic
machine.  The doctor manipulated the device again and from deep
within her Sara felt it move as an inflatable bulb suddenly made
the mid-point of the barrel of the nozzle twice as thick.  The
doctor knew that it was now physically impossible for the nozzle
to become dislodged or to leak any water without the bulb being
deflated.

Sara’s breathing was coming in little gasps.  What *was* that
thing buried deep into her bottom.  It felt so long that she was
sure it was halfway up her body by now and when the doctor made
it larger she thought she was going to pass out.  Sara didn’t
know whether to be super turned on or terrified.  She guessed it
was a little of both.

Once the thick metal nozzle was properly seated.  The doctor
checked the rest of his equipment settings and then turned the
device on.  Sara heard the whine of a motor and wondered for a
moment what it was.  The slow pressure of hot water sliding deep
into her rectum confirmed her worst fears.  This was a new kind
of enema that she had never heard of.

The doctor checked the equipment again then stood up.  He noticed
as he did so that Sara’s bare pussy was now slick with her own
juices as the anal stimulation had aroused her.  He chuckled as
he patted the slick wetness “Turned on?  Well if you enjoyed what
you’ve had so far, you’ll love this.  The nozzle in your bottom
can’t be pushed out and the motor here is a pump.  It isn’t very
strong and can’t hurt you but it will slowly fill your colon with
warm water.  The nozzle here is a little thicker as you may have
noticed.  That is because it is also equiped with an evacuation
tube so you don’t need to worry about that.  The pump will push
the water into you for awhile then reverse itself and pull the
water out into an evacuation container.

“I’ve set the sequence to give you two soap-filled sequences
followed by several rinsing ones.  Altogether there are a few
gallons of water for you to deal with and it will take a few
minutes.  Just relax.”

With a final pat on Sara’s engorged and now wet pussy, the doctor
turned and walked to the main door.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” he said then left.  To Sara’s
absolute horror, the door was left wide open!  With her in this
exposed position only a few feet from the door, anyone going by
would see more of her than most human beings ever see of another.

The water was working its way inexorably deeper into Sara now and
the first of what would be several cramps had just started
thanks, she supposed, to the soap.  Despite any action on her
part, there was no way the nozzle into her bottom could be budged
at all and there was nothing to do but hold on.

A few minutes later, when Sara was sure she’d burst from what was
now a very distended belly, she heard the sound of pump change
and the pressure immediately decreased.  Sara knew she was now
being emptied.  The procedure took about as long as it had to
fill her up and just as she was feeling comfortable, the sound of
the motor changed again and again, she felt the water moving deep
inside her.

It had been perhaps 5 minutes, perhaps 10 and the second sequence
of water was now just about finished when Sara’s worst fears were
realized.  Over the sound of the pump she heard voices coming
down the corridor and, sure enough, two soldiers stopped at the
entrance to her examining room.  They laughed as they saw the
predicament she was in.  Although most of what they said was too
fast for Sara to follow it was clear they were enjoying the view
and that she was not the first young lady to have been held in
this position.

After watching for a couple of minutes, the soldiers moved on
leaving a blushing and gasping Sara behind.

Now the pump reversed again and the first rinsing water was
pushed deep into Sara’s belly.  The hot water had made her break
out in a sweat and it seemed that this time the pump would go on
forever.  Sara felt that the water was now moving much, much
deeper into her, perhaps it was.  Not until her belly was
distended and tight like that of a pregnant woman did the pump
reverse and start emptying her.

Time blur for Sara as twice more she watched her belly swell up
and shrink.  The doctor arrived sometime during the process but
by the time the water was being evacuated for the last time Sara
was exhausted.  Her anus was sore from being stretched so wide
for so long and her whole body felt like she’d just run the
marathon.

It was with great relief that she finally felt the nozzle deflate
and be pulled slowly from her anus.

“Now that you’re clean, we can complete your examination.” said
the doctor.

“No!  I can’t!” said Sara as she pulled weakly at her restraints.

Suddenly there was a short sharp smack and Sara felt the hot
sting of something smacking her right on the bare skin of her
pussy.  “Ouch!” she said and looked up to see the doctor holding
a fly swatter.  Again it swung down and again Sara felt a hot
smack on her pubis.

“You will behave or I can make your stay with me much longer and
much less pleasant.” said the doctor as he idly rubbed the rubber
swatter across Sara’s hard nipples.

“Yes Sir.” she said meekly and bit her tongue as she tried to
keep quiet.

The doctor was now back down between Sara’s legs and Sara looked
on as he reached over to the counter for what Sara knew to be a
speculum.  She should have expected this, she thought.  It was
her least favorite part of her annual gynaecological exam so of
course it would happen here.  It wasn’t that being opened by a
speculum was so painful Sara thought.  It was just the idea of
having your most intimate spot opened up so wide that someone
could look right into your body.  It was the most vulnerable
feeling that Sara knew.

The doctor was skilled and in a moment Sara’s pussy was filled
with the metal device.  A few turns of a wheel and her pussy was
stretched wide open.

“We have to ensure that there is nothing that you are carrrying
in your person.” said the doctor by way of explanation.

Sara just closed her eyes and leaned back, letting him have a
look.  It was a shock to her that a moment later, another metal
probe touched her now opened anus.  It stroked for a moment then
pushed as the metal device pushed past the sphincter and back
into her rectum.  Oh no, thought Sara.  What now?  Her body gave
her the answer as she felt the device in her move.  It was
getting larger.

To Sara’s embarrassment the nature of the device in her bottom
was now apparent.  It was *another* speculum.  The doctor opened
this one as well and the metal petals pulled her anus wide open.

Sara had never imagined someone could be this exposed.  Both her
intimate openings were strethed wide open to the world!  Despite
herself, however, she felt the familiar twinge of her clit and
her nipples tightening that said that even though she was
embarrassed, her body thought she was turned on.

The doctor turned away from the bound spread girl leaving a pair
of wide-open thighs with two metal devices directly between them
holding both of Sara’s intimate openings widely exposed.

The doctor left the panting girl in this widely opened position
and left the room, leaving the door wide open once again.

Sara’s eyes were closed as she tried to pretend that nothing was
happening and that this was all a bad dream.  Unfortunately the
senstations running through her body kept pulling her mind back
to the situation she was in.

The sounds of voices back in the room, brought Sara back to
reality in an instant.  The doctor was coming back in the room,
this time with the officer in tow!  Sara’s whole face flushed red
in embarassment as the officer who had questioned her earlier now
had a complete view of her spread open body.

The doctor told the officer that he had examined Sara for
contraband and could find none.  The officer peered down between
Sara’s legs at the two wide open speculums.  Sara felt the device
in her pussy move as the officer grasped the handle and tilted it
slightly for a better view.  She squeezed her eyes shut tightly
as the pressure from the spread open petals of the device pressed
against her oversensitive clit.  Sara moaned involuntarily at the
sensation.

Now the fingers moved lower to grasp the even more humiliating
rectal speculum and Sara felt that one being adjusted as well to
provide the maximum view into her body.  The officer and the
doctor exchanged some comment that had them both chuckle at
Sara’s expense.

Sara felt the officer moving to her side and after a moment,
opened her eyes.

“So” he said, “The doctor tells me that this treatment excites
you.” The officer’s fingers had taken one of Sara’s nipples and
was gently rolling it.

Sara’s eyes were wide as the officer idly toyed with Sara’s very
erect, very tight nipple.

“Nnnnnno Sir” she mumbled.  Sara just couldn’t tell this man the
truth.

“No?” asked the officer.  “You aren’t lying to me are you?  If
you are lying that could be very serious.  It should be very
simple to test.  If I touch you for a moment and you climax, it
will be obvious that you are lying.” The officer smiled, “Perhaps
you’d enjoy much more of this treatment?  I’m sure I can arrange
it for you.”

Sara didn’t know what to say as the officer moved back between
her legs and moved one hand so that his fingers touched both of
the metal speculum sticking out from deep in her body.  She
shuddered as his fingers moved them in small circles, feeling the
sensation translated directly into the depths of her belly.

With a smile, looking right into Sara’s eyes, the officer moved
his other hand up to where Sara’s clit, soaked in her own juices
was now sticking out from its protective hood.  The touch of his
fingertip on the tip of her clit was electric.  Sara’s whole body
tighted up and she involuntarily pushed hard with her heels to
push her hips up toward the teasing finger.

Sara moaned out loud and felt a rush of heat start from all
extremities of her body at once and rush like a tidal wave to the
center of her being in the depths of her belly.  She felt light
headed as the blood seemed to run from her head, her toes, her
fingertips all toward the tip of her traiterous clitoris and the
officer’s finger which teased it.

Her orgasm seemed to have been pent up for hours and now rushed
out at her cry as she came and then came again.  The officer’s
teasing seemed more insistent teasing her clit and now her turgid
nipples into yet another orgasm as the officer and doctor
watched, completely entertained.

Finally, limp in her bonds, Sara fell back.  It was perhaps the
most embarrassing and the most exciting and the most intense
moment of her young life and she knew in an instant that her sex
life was now changed forever.

The officer’s fingers left the young body and, smiling, he
stepped once more to her side.

“I’m happy to report that we completed our investigation of you a
couple of hours ago.  You are free to go and we apologize for
this inconvenience.”

With a final comment to the doctor and a chuckle, the officer
left the room.

The doctor pulled the devices from Sara’s body and wiped her
soaking pussy lips and buttocks with a towel.  Just before
releasing her, however, he reached for one final thing from the
counter.  Sara couldn’t see it, but she felt the tip of something
tiny touch her anus and in a moment be pushed in.  The doctor
used his finger to seat the object as deep into her rectum as he
could reach.  Sara was too tired to even argue.

As the doctor undid the restraints and pulled Sara from the
stirrups and up to a sitting position, she asked what he had put
into her.

The doctor smiled.  “Something that will have you remember us
later today.” he said.  Whatever it was, Sara could feel it
already.  It was making her bottom itch and made her squirm.  She
felt like she wanted to plunge something back into her rectum
just as fast she could.

The doctor gave her the blouse and skirt she had arrived in and
led the shaken girl out to the lobby of the building.  Sara lept
into Paul’s arms as soon as she saw him.  Paul had been up all
night worrying what might be happening to Sara.  His questioning
had taken only a few minutes before the police had determined his
and Sara’s innocence.  That had been hours ago and since then he
had been frantically trying to find out why Sara hadn’t also been
released.

The two jumped into a taxi and a few minutes later were back in
their room.  Sara took another few minutes to tell Paul
everything that had happened to her.  She wasn’t surprised to
find him with a huge erection when she finished.  She had to
admit, the story even turned her on.

“So what was it the doctor put into your bottom?” asked Paul.

“I don’t know, but I can tell you one thing.  It is making my
bottom so squirmy that if something doesn’t fill it soon I think
I’m going to scream.” With that final comment, Sara pulled her
clothes off and leapt onto the bed on all fours, head down and
tail up, leaving Paul with the sight of a spread open bottom and
pussy waiting for him.  Paul was amazed at Sara’s aggressive
attitude and wondered if Sara would start having sex be more
kinky from now on.

He didn’t have long to find out.

He asked Elizabeth to lay back on the table and then turn onto her left side with her knees up toward her chest. As she did this, the paper gown moved up and her nice round ass soon became fully exposed. She assumed that the doctor probably got a good glimpse of her abundant growth of pubic hair between her legs as she had turned over onto her side. The doctor sat down on his rolling chair and moved towards the table. He squeezed a generous glop of K-Y Jelly onto a finger. Then he reached over and spread the cheeks of her ass. He proceeded to lubricate her asshole real good so he could insert the colonoscopy tube without problems. The doctor’s finger slipped just a bit as he was inserting his finger and accidently touched the lower portion of her pussy. The jelly felt cold on her asshole and pussy lips and she flinched just a bit. He finished the lubrication and got the tube ready for insertion into her asshole.

He slowly pushed the flexible tubing up into her asshole. It was slightly uncomfortable at first but Elizabeth soon got used to it. He laid a hand on one cheek of her ass as he was peering into the viewer that showed her innards. In the past, she had always felt very awkward whenever she was exposed and touched this way during a doctor’s exam. But this doctor’s touch felt rather pleasant so she started to relax a bit while he was probing her ass. Her previous doctor had been a much older man so she never had any sexual feelings whenever he had examined her. But, the fact that this doctor was young and handsome and was now looking at her fully exposed ass stirred up a bit of sexual excitement within her. She also knew that he had a view of her pussy and the thick and curly brunette pubic hair that covered her Mound of Venus! She decided that she would have some harmless fun and give herself a little thrill. Without really thinking about it, she lifted her right leg ever so slightly to give him a better view of her goodies. She tried to make this look like a natural shifting of body position.

As the exam progressed, Elizabeth noticed that his hand was very slightly rubbing and squeezing her ass cheek. She was surprised by that but liked the way it felt. The doctor finally finished the exam and pulled out the tubing out of her asshole. He got up and walked over to a drawer to get some paper towels. As he did, she could see him out of the corner of her eye. She saw that his pants had a very pronounced bulge in front! She instantly realized that he had gotten an erection at the sight of her nakedness! This startled her and caused feelings of uncertainty within her. Should she stay quiet or say something to him about it?

Elizabeth was somewhat of a timid person and didn’t wish to make a scene so she stayed quiet. At the same time, this unique situation was stimulating her sexually despite her best efforts to suppress the feelings. She decided to play this by ear and see what developed next. She could always stop it if it went too far. He sat back down and started to wipe off some of the excess K-Y Jelly that had oozed onto her ass cheeks during the exam. This rubbing felt real good and when he wiped her pussy lips it sent an electric charge throughout her loins! She noticed that his breathing was becoming more rapid and she wondered what he was doing back there.

Elizabeth peered over her shoulder and saw that he was rubbing his cock through his pants while he was wiping off her ass! He glanced up and finally noticed that she was looking at him and he stopped his stroking. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his crotch because the bulge looked so massive! He realized what she was staring at and got a big grin on his face. He then slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest stiff cock that she had ever seen in the flesh! It looked to be at least 9” long, very thick and veiny. Her husband’s cock was puny in comparison to this monster! In spite of her shock, she was mesmerized at the sight of it sticking straight out just like a flag pole!

The doctor stood up and walked to the other side of the table where Elizabeth’s head was. She was terrified but, at the same time, even more sexually excited than before. He dropped his pants and brought the head of his cock to within inches of her face and proceeded to stroke that thick shaft slowly. She could see a bit of pre-cum oozing out of his cock hole. He moved forward and lightly touched her lips with the head. In a trance, she parted her lips and allowed him to slowly push his cock into her mouth. His cock head had a slightly musky and salty taste to it. Her tongue lightly flicked the head and this produced soft moans from him. She reached up and grabbed his shaft with one hand and cupped his big hairy balls with the other. Her fingers could not completely encircle the shaft because of it’s girth. She had sucked Nick’s cock many times in the past but this was a totally different situation for her. He pushed in a bit further but quickly pulled back because she started to gag a bit. He tried again and she let her throat relax so it could go in further.

Elizabeth started to hungrily lick and suck that massive prick as she squeezed and massaged his balls. This caused him to start fucking her mouth slowly at first but he quickly speeded up his thrusts because of the expert cocksucking that she was performing on him. He reached over and grabbed her ass and started to rub it again. She lifted her leg so that he could access her hairy pussy without problems. He proceeded to rub her pussy mound and then slowly inserted a finger inside her. She was very wet, partly from the jelly and partly from her mounting excitement. He fingered her clit and this caused her hips to move back and forth against his finger. Meanwhile, his cock thrusts into her mouth became more frenzied. Then he abruptly pulled his cock out and moved to the other side of the table and got directly behind her ass.

Elizabeth was still lying on her left side. The doctor grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to the edge of the table so that her ass was slightly hanging over the edge . She could feel his cock rubbing up and down in the crack of her ass. She realized what was about to happen. She was torn by conflicting emotions. She knew that this was utterly wrong but she was also feeling incredibly horny and lusty from seeing his giant cock and from having it in her mouth. Her lust won out and she went with that feeling. She badly wanted to feel this big cock inside of her!

The doctor spread Elizabeth’s ass cheeks and slowly started to insert his prick into her hairy pussy. The first thrust made her gasp with a combination of pain and pleasure. Nick’s cock had never felt like this! The doctor realized this and stroked very slowly at first so that she could get accustomed to him. She was soon used to his girth and the pain was replaced with intense pleasure. He started stroking deeper and faster. She reached through her legs and caressed his floppy balls as he thrust deeply into her hairy love hole. They both began moaning with pleasure. He loved the feel of her pussy hair tickling his shaft and her soft ass as he plunged into her depths. She loved the feeling of having her pussy completely stretched out and filled up with cock for the first time in her life. The lust that she was feeling was beginning to envelope her. She pushed her ass against his cock to get it in even deeper into her swollen cunt.

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“OOHHH GOD !!!” I quickly cried out. I remembered the searing pain and agony when Erica had hit my tender pussy just two days ago for lying to her. Erica put her finger to my lips and said “hush Lori. I know that you will never lie to me again and will obey my every command. I’m making allowances for you hesitations in following my orders now because you have just started your training as my Slave. But if you every revolted against a direct order to do something that I really wanted you to do. I would not hesitate to whip you on the cunt again.” Looking at the doctor Erica tells her that I was punished just that way for lying to her.

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God, I hate physicals.  Sometimes I think I’d rather die than go
through the turmoil of my Annual Peek-Poke&Prod.  But, given that cancer
of almost every female body part seems to run in my family, not going
through the latter may very well bring about the former, and much sooner
than I’d like.  But I can’t stand the feeling of being laid out on that
table, flat on my back, kind of like a frog pinned down for disection.
The only thing that makes it more comfortable is my doctor.  He’s
such a nice man and a good doctor as well.  He has a smooth, easy-going
manner and he seems to go out of his way to make his patients feel more
comfortable.  And, to top it off, he’s not bad to look at either.  Greying
hair . . . warm eyes . . . and a shy smile.  Not that I feel an immense
physical attraction for the man, but at this late date, I wouldn’t
discount anyone.  Still, he’s a much better doctor, to my mind, than those
old time OB/GYNs who treat every women as if she’s just a little girl . .
. ooooh, they make my hackles stand!!
I’ve gone against form this time, though.  I usually schedule an
early morning, right-out-of-the-shower appointment, but the way things
have been going in my office, if I’m not there in the morning to defend my
territory, I may have a new job by noon.  So I made a 4:30 PM appointment.
. . his last appointment of the day.  I’m there early, but he’s running
late.  The receptionist, Gina, says there have been four deliveries today,
and 3 more in labor, and the last delivery was right there in the office
and nobody wanted to reschedule their appointments.  How late?, I ask.
About 30 minutes, she says.  So I sit . . . and sit . . . and sit.  About
15 minutes before six, I stand . . . and almost collide with my doctor.
“Mel, I’m so sorry.  I’m running very late.  I should have asked
Gina to reschedule you.  But since you’re still here and I’m not on call,
why don’t we get this over with,”  he says.  He must be in a hurry.  He’s
talking a mile a minute and he’s turned back to the exam area without even
looking at me.  Lita, his assistant, rolls her eyes and shows me to a
room.
After the usual — height (I haven’t grown), weight, blood & urine
(either the cups are getting bigger or my aim is better) — Lita throws me
a gown and says, “Remember,  the opening goes in the front.”  Great.  Now
for the part I hate.  Everything off, put on the gown and hop up on the
table.  I just barely manage to get there before I hear a knock on the
door and he steps in.
“I hope you don’t mind, but, it being so late, I sent the girls
home.  I thought you and I could do this without a chaperone,” he says,
still not looking at me.
“No, I don’t mind at all,” I say.  He looks up at the sound of my
voice, then quickly looks back down at the chart, but not before I noticed
his eyes widening in surprise and a bit of color spreading across his
face.  You see, in the year since I was last in, I’ve dropped the 30
pounds I needed to lose and turned my usually stress-induced feeding
frenzy into a 3-day a week workout on the dancefloor.  And, while I
couldn’t be called svelte, I definitely look different.
“Lie back,” he says and comes to the table.  He opens the tie on
the gown and begins the breast exam.  Normally, during this time I’m
counting the little holes in the ceiling tiles, but this time I feel
compelled to watch him.  His hands are very warm and firm as he moves them
around my right breast, pressing and stroking.  Stroking?  No, that must
be my imagination.  No, he is stroking and he runs his thumb back and
forth across my nipple until it stands firm and high.   He moves to the
left one and gives it the same treatment.   By this time, I’ve pulled my
bottom lip between my teeth in an effort to control my breathing.  But I
still sound like a wounded water buffalo to my ears.  He looks into my
eyes, then gives me a hand to sit up.
“Relax, kiddo.” he says and leans close to examine the skin of my
breasts.  I can feel his breath on my skin.  I’m still breathing too hard.
He cups my left breast, lifting it as if testing its weight, but still
moving his thumb gently across the nipple.  He does the same with the
right one.  I must just be imagining that this examination is different,
but it feels different to me and it excites me.  I close my eyes, feeling
the blush rising up my chest to my face.  I know what comes next and I’m
glad he’ll be wearing a glove so that he won’t be able to feel that he
really needs no additional lubrication to finish.  I’ve generated enough
natural lubricant to oil a whole houseful of door hinges.
He closes the front of the gown.  “Okay, hon, lay back and slide
down.”
Still with my eyes closed, I do as he says.  He places my feet in
the stirrups and moves my legs apart.  He does the PAP smear quickly, then
puts the glove on his right hand and puts a little lubricant on it.  He
mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “I probably won’t need
that,” and slides his fingers into my cunt.  His left hand braces low on
my belly as he feels around, then he pauses.  I open my eyes.
He is standing there with his eyes closed, almost in a trance, his
fingers still inside me.  He moves his thumb like he did on my breast,
only this time it’s my clit he’s stroking.  His left hand slides down and
he threads his fingers through the thick curls that cover my mound.  And I
notice something else . . . he’s breathing as hard as I am.  That’s it.  I
knew something was different.  He’s feeling what I’m feeling.  I’m not
just imagining it.
With his fingers still inside me and his eyes still closed, I sit
up a little.  He doesn’t notice  I take his left hand, the gloveless one,
and pull it up close to my face.  I slide two of his fingers into my mouth
and suckle them in rhythm as I contract my muscles.  He opens his eyes and
pulls away.
“I’m sorry.” he says, as he backs away and takes off the glove.
“This is most . . . uh . . . um . . . unprofessional of me . . . I don’t
know what has gotten into me.   Please . . . forgive me.”  He is now
standing against the wall, eyes wide, with the glove wadded up in his
hand.
I put my feet down and sit up, smoothing the gown as I do.
“There’s nothing to forgive, ” I say, looking down at my lap, “unless you
don’t intend to finish what you started.”  I look up as I finish speaking.
He looks from me to the glove in his hand.  “No, not the exam, ” I say,
laughing, and hold out my hand.  He tosses the glove in the trash with
unerring accuracy and moves closer to me.
“Are you certain?” he asks, endearingly unsure of himself.  In
answer, I move to my knees on the table and reach for him.  He bends to
kiss me, deeply.  “Shall we finish the way we started?” he says.
Giggling, I move back into position on the table, feet in the stirrups.
He regains his “doctor” demeanor and says “Now let me know if you feel
anything unusual,” as he slips his gloveless fingers back into me, moving
them gently in and out. He reaches up with his free hand and fondles my
breasts.  I can’t help myself — I moan loudly.
“Nothing?  Well, let’s try this, then,” he says as he sits down on
his stool and presses his face between my legs.  With his fingers still
inside me, he starts to lap and suck at my clit.  I can feel my legs start
to tremble with the tension that is building.  He slips his fingers out of
my cunt and slides one finger into my ass, moving it in and out.  He
places his tongue deep inside me and scrapes his teeth on my clit.  That’s
it.  I come . . .hard.  As the contractions slack a little, he lightly
strokes breasts and my thighs as he reaches to undo his trousers, keeping
me on the edge.
He slips out of his shoes & socks (I don’t know how, I was busy)
and steps out of his trousers and underwear as they fall to the floor.  I
reach out to touch him but he steps out of my reach.  “You’re a tease,
doctor,” I say.
He just smiles.  “Now, since you still haven’t felt anything
unusual, there’s only one thing more I can try.  Just try to relax . . .”
he says. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch.  He smiles broader and
pulls something from the side of the table.

It’s a mirror.  He positions
it so that I can see everything and steps back to the end of the table.
He moves forward and places the head of his cock against my cunt.  As I
watch, he slowly presses in.  I can see it just as I can feel it go in –
inch by glorious inch.  He is in as far as he can go.  He picks my legs up
and braces them against his shoulders.  I watch, fascinated, in the mirror
as he slowly pulls back until he’s almost out.  I hold my breath.  He
slides back in just as slowly.  I feel as if we’re moving in slow motion .
. . out and in . . . out and in . . . tension builds . . . breathing
quickens . . . oh God.

He quickens the pace, trying to remain gentle, but
he can’t.  I can’t.
“Oh God . . . please . . . now, please, ” I breath.  “Oh . . . oh
. . . ooooooh,” we moan in unison our erotic chant.   “Yes . . . ” as he
presses deep inside me and we come together, contracting in each others
rhythm.
He lets my legs down and leans forward, resting his head against
my breast.  I stroke his hair, trying to catch my breath.  We dress
slowly, sneaking a touch here, a caress there.  “You know, ” I say as we
walk out of the office arm in arm, “this is the first time I’ve actually
enjoyed my physical.”  He laughs.  “But I don’t suppose this is covered by
my insurance . . . ”

Doctor Tushy

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” I’m going to insert one finger, initially, to examine you as far up as I can without instruments, then I’ll introduce more as I feel you begin to acclimate to the exam. We’ll be changing your position once more for the dilators …. I know this isn’t very comfortable, but it will only last for a few minutes.” He explained

I could only lay there while images of myself so very extremely exposed swirled in my head.
Stepping to my, now prominently displayed, perineum, he first probed around the perimeter of my anus, separating the opening on either side, after which he inserted his forefinger to the second joint , and rotated the finger at an angle to the rim.

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