...Now here you sit in the gynecologist's office, wondering if the
ordeal really merits a check-up. But you can't be too careful, and
besides, the kind doctor will have some comforting words to sooth
your still jangled nerves. Is marital rape still marital, you ponder
to yourself, if your husband's buddy helps?
The nurse comes out to guide you into the examination room. She's
tall, and her nicely proportioned bottom sways prettily
under her white dress as she leads the way. You're stripped and into
your gown in a moment, she returns to help you onto the examining
table, then helps you place your feet in the stirrups. You notice
that she takes unusual interest in your shaven condition. You blush
a deep red and half close your thighs to her gaze. She admonishes
you to remain spread and open so that the doctor can do his thing.
The doctor enters. He too is immediately affected by your starkly
naked crotch, unusual in a man who sees so many each day... He listens
to your story. You pour the entire tale out, unburden yourself of
every detail of the previous evening's atrocities. The nurse fidgets
as your recollection winds on, the good doctor seems to be breathing
heavy as he snaps on a 'pinky cheater' and gets down to business.
He squeezes a dollop of K-Y jelly onto two fingers and probes your
genitals for what seems like eons. You begin to perspire, your eyes
fixed on the ceiling tiles, your nipples beginning to stir with a
mind of their own under the thin coton gown. You look down at last,
wondering if he'll ever finish, and realize with a start that the
pretty nurse is fondling the doctor's hardening cock through his
"Never mind, dear," the panting professional coos, "All part of
procedure." To better reach your intimate depths, he grasps your
clitoris with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, massages
your vibrating little girl-cock avidly as he thrusts into you all
the deeper. You feel your moisture swell, your sweet sleeve balloons
and throbs round his rhythmic examining.
Not satisfied with the view afforded by your position, he asks
you to turn and raise yourself onto all fours. You comply, thrust
yourself back open and all the more embarassingly exposed to their
view. The nurse releases her employer's bulging cock and lifts your
gown up over your trembling ass.
You look back as he stuffs a
forefinger wet with your juices up your bottom to steady you, then resumes his
probbing of your pitiably juicing pussy,realize that the nurse is
now on her knees, has released your GYN's steaming penis from his
slacks and is sucking it violently! How very strange, you reflect.
The stimulation is too much. You arch your back, raise your head
and bellow at the chart depicting a cross-section of someone's inner
ear. Your hideously over-stimulated crotch clenches and distends
in your trusted examiner's incessant tickling. Your anus contracts
round his massaging finger and your juices squirt out the stretched
mouth of your vagina and down your widespread thighs. Looking down
the neck of your gown and between your hanging titties, you watch
as the nurse milks a splendid cum from your physician's jerking organ.
She swalows his squirt noisily, then replaces his dick before zipping
him neatly up.
The doctor, now sated and a good deal calmer than when he first
caught sight of your hairless pussy, removes the glove all sopping
with your juices, washes his hands in the basin, assures you that
everything seems to be just fine. He exits and his little helper
assists you in getting down from the table and back into your clothes.
You arrange a future visit at the front desk and walk out into
the sunlight. Your knees are shaking a bit, but you feel much better
for having sought professional advice. After all, who can a woman
trust if not her gynecologist?