Brenda's mother had made an appointment for her with my office for a pre⏹college
physical examination. The appointment was on a Wednesday afternoon after school,
when the nineteen year‑old would be available. Brenda hadn’t been in to see me
for the past several years since her family had moved away to another state.
But now they had returned, and Brenda would become my patient once again. The
last time I saw her, I recalled, was when she was about fourteen and had just
entered puberty. Her old charts indicated she was a normal, healthy child with
no remarkable diseases or physical abnormalities.
On that particular Wednesday I was finishing up with another physical, this one
of a male high school teen who needed an examination for the sports program.
My receptionist notified me that Brenda had arrived, so I instructed my nurse,
Amanda, to show her into the vacant examination room and I would be with her
momentarily.
My nurse had been with me for awhile now, so she knew what was required as far
as preparation of a patient before I saw them. She had Brenda remove her clothes
behind the screen in the corner, allowing her to keep her panties on. She was
told to don the hospital gown hanging nearby… The type with the open back that
came down to about mid‑thigh.
“All set, Brenda?” Amanda asked. “Good. Why don’t you come over here so I can
weigh and measure you. The doctor will be in soon.”
Brenda padded over to the scale in her bare feet and stepped on. The nurse noted
her height and weight on the chart, then walked her over to the exam table.
“Hop up on the table so I can take your temperature, pulse and blood pressure,”
the nurse said.
Brenda hopped up and adjusted the gown to cover her breasts and tucked it in
between her legs in an effort to maintain her modesty. The nurse shook down the
thermometer and inserted it in Brenda’s mouth. “Close your mouth and keep it
under your tongue until I take it out.”
The nurse proceeded to count her pulse and respiration’s, and finally took the
blood pressure. After releasing the blood pressure cuff, she extracted the
thermometer from Brenda’s mouth and held it up to read it. A frown came over
her face.
“It seems this thermometer isn’t working, or else you were breathing through
your mouth, young lady. It’s reading well below normal, and I can tell from your
color and feel of your skin that you’re not hypothermic. We’ll just have to do
this another way,” the nurse explained.
The nurse went to the counter where Brenda could see several covered jars
sitting on top. The nurse reached into a light blue jar and took out another
thermometer. This one looked a bit different, with a rounded tip instead of the
normal elongated one. She grabbed a white toothpaste‑like tube and a small box
of tissues and came back to the exam table.
“I’m going to have you stand up right here, Brenda, OK?” the nurse asked as she
indicated to stand in front of the exam table.
“OK, now turn around and bend over the table… You can grab the other side with
your hands if you want.”
At this command, Brenda started to wonder what was going on.
“Wh‑what are you going to do?” Brenda asked apprehensively.
“Since the oral thermometer wasn’t working, I’m going to have to take your
temperature rectally. This is the best way to get an accurate reading. And the
doctor insists on accurate temperatures.”
“D‑do you really have to do it that way? I mean...there must be another way to
do it,” Brenda stammered. She just knew that she was going to be embarrassed to
have her bottom exposed to a complete stranger.
“Nonsense, Brenda. It’s a simple, painless procedure that we do here all the
time. Now please bend over the table for me,” the nurse replied.
Brenda reluctantly bent over the table as the nurse shook down the rectal
thermometer and began smearing a clear lubricant over its length. The nurse
untied the back of her gown, allowing it to fall to her sides and leaving her
back and pantied bottom exposed. Brenda felt the nurse’s fingers slip under the
elastic waistband of her panties and begin to draw them slowly down her legs
until they were at her ankles.
“You can step out of your panties for now… they’ll just get in the way,” the
nurse told her. Once the panties were kicked out of the way, the nurse put her
hands inside Brenda’s thighs, exerting an outward pressure.
“Just spread your legs a bit, Brenda. It’ll be much easier for me to take your
temperature that way,” the nurse explained to the young girl.
Brenda spread her legs so what the nurse could see was her smooth legs rising
to an apex at her crotch where her pussy lips and anus were clearly visible.
Very nice, mused the nurse, who definitely appreciated the sight of a pretty
young girl’s bare fanny.
“First, I’m going to lubricate your rectum so the thermometer will slide in
easily,” the nurse explained. “Then I’ll insert the thermometer and hold it in
for about four minutes to get an accurate registration.”
Brenda felt the nurse spread her buttocks apart with her fingers, and felt the
cold KY gel on the gloved finger up against her anus. Slowly, the finger circled
around the outside of her anus, then gradually worked its way inside the opening.
Soon the nurse’s finger was buried deep in Brenda’s rectum, twisting and flexing
to be sure the entire lumen of her lower bowel was thoroughly coated. After
slowly withdrawing her finger, she inserted the thermometer until only an inch
protruded from between her firm white ass cheeks. Brenda felt the nurse’s warm
hand spread out across her buttocks as she held the thermometer in place between
her index and middle fingers. Every once in awhile Brenda would feel the
thermometer move inside her as the nurse would ‘adjust’ it slightly by changing
its depth or twisting it around so she could glance at the mercury level. All
this time Brenda was obediently maintaining her position over the table,
grasping the opposite edge firmly with both hands.
Without warning, Brenda felt something poking at her vaginal lips.; She started
to turn around, but the nurse put her hand on her shoulder and guided her back
into position with her breasts flattened on the table top.
“Wh‑what’s THAT down there?” Brenda asked shakily.
“It’s OK, Brenda. It’s a normal procedure to get a basal vaginal temperature to
compare with. The doctor insists on accuracy, and this is the best way to do it…
by comparison,” Amanda answered very professionally.
As Brenda relaxed again across the top of the table, Amanda inserted another
lubricated rectal thermometer into her vagina, moving it in a circular motion
as she guided the slippery tube between her pouting pussy lips. Amanda was taken
in by the sight of the lovely round bottom of the young girl with two glass
thermometers protruding from between her slim legs.
When the four minutes were up, the nurse extracted the glass tube from the
young lady’s cheeks and read the temperature, which showed normal this time.
She then slipped the other thermometer out from between the girl’s pussy lips
and read the same normal temperature.
“Your temp’s normal, Brenda, so you can put your panties back on, refasten your
gown and have a seat up on the table. I’ll go check on the doctor… He should be
with you shortly,” the nurse said.
Brenda self‑consciously pulled her panties back on and rearranged the hospital
gown so she was covered once again. A few moments later, I came into the room
with Amanda by my side.
“Good afternoon, Brenda! I’m happy to see you again. It’s been quite a few years
since I saw you last. I can see you’re not a little girl anymore,” I observed.
Brenda smiled shyly at me and replied: “I’m glad to see you again, too, Doctor
Trott.”
I remembered the feeling that Brenda always liked my looks, thinking me a nice
looking middle aged man, maybe even a bit sexy. I’ll bet she thinks I’m just
as handsome as she remembered from her little girl days.
For my part, I was amazed how the little Brenda I once knew had grown into an
attractive young lady. I glanced at her, then at her chart that Amanda had
started. Height 5′2″, weight 110 lb, [BMI = 20,119 kg/m²] etc. I saw her
sitting there with her shoulder length auburn hair in a ponytail, blue eyes and
freckles on her arms, legs and back. She reminded me of a cheerleader. The
hospital gown covered her figure, but I could already see she was developing
quite nicely. I’ll make sure I get to see all of her body, I thought to myself.
“I see you need a college physical, Brenda. These required forms get more
detailed every year. Looks like it’s going to take us longer than you probably
planned on to get through all this. We may as well get started,” I said
as Brenda looked steadily at me.
“What do you mean ‘more detailed’, Doctor, and why is it going to take a long
time?” she asked.
“For instance, they now require a breast examination as well as a full
gynecological and rectal examination. It’s not that involved, but it will take
more time than if those things weren’t required,” I explained.
I noticed that when I mentioned the gynecological and rectal examinations,
Brenda seemed to start fidgeting a bit. It was normal for young girls to be shy
and embarrassed during those examinations, and many even became sexually aroused.
I was dying to see if Brenda would fall into that latter category.
“I see Amanda’s already taken your vitals, including your temperature. Was it
done rectally?” I asked.
“Y‑Yes… it was,” Brenda stammered, obviously mortified that a big girl like her
had had an object stuck up her rectum, even though it was an accepted medical
procedure.
It was just as humiliating to have to admit it to a male doctor. I was pleased
that Amanda had used my suggested standard preparation procedures on this lovely
girl.
“Let's take a look at your breasts first. Untie the back of the gown and slip
it down to your waist, please,” I instructed.
Brenda averted her gaze as she reluctantly reached back and untied the bow.
As she stretched back, I could see the outline of her breasts and a slight
nipple protrusion against the fabric of the gown. She finally shrugged the gown
down off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. I held my breath for a second as
her teenage breasts appeared before me, firm little peaches that I guessed
measured about a size 34, with little nipples in the middle of half dollar⏹size
brownish‑pink areolae.
“Now, sit up straight and place your hands behind your head for me,” I told the
young lass.
Brenda interlocked her fingers and placed both hands behind her head, and
thrust out her young chest. It was almost as if she were teasing me with this
display of her womanhood. With her breasts prominently exposed to me, I began
examining her left one first, beginning in small circles at the outer
circumference and gradually working inward.
0ôHave you ever had your breasts examined, Brenda?” I queried.
“No, not really, Doctor. It feels funny having you do this,” she replied.
“Well, even though you’re quite young, it never hurts to check for lumps or
other anomalies. If we catch problems early, you’re much better off,”
I explained to her.
I finally got my fingers to her nipple, which began to rise to the stimulation.
I couldn’t resist lightly stroking the tip of the nipple, making it come erect
immediately. I smiled at her as I said, “Your response appears quite normal.”
I repeated the same procedure on her right breast, ending up with the same
erectile response from her twin nipple. I noticed little goose bumps forming on
her breasts, which I took to mean that Brenda didn’t think this felt too bad at
all. I didn’t let her know what I was thinking at that point, as I was required
to maintain my professionalism and ethics even under these stimulating conditions.
“I’m going to have you lie down now, and I’ll repeat the same examination in
that position,” I said. At that, Brenda swung her legs up onto the table and
reclined on her back, adjusting the gown over her legs to keep them hidden.
Even with her lying down her breasts did not fall to the side very far, keeping
their shape and tone even when she was on her back.
I leaned over her and began my examination once again. I could see her looking
straight up at the ceiling, but occasionally I could see her eyes shift to her
breasts, then to my face. When I would glance back at her she would look away
quickly, as if I caught her doing something forbidden. In checking both breasts
I found it very easy to make her nipples come erect again, and they stayed that
way until I was done and told her she could sit up again. She started tying the
gown behind her back again, but I told her it wouldn’t be necessary.
“Wh⏹why not?” she stammered worriedly.
“Remember when we went over the examination report form? We’re going to have to
do the required internal examinations now,” I told her.
She knew I was right and couldn’t protest, but she was still very apprehensive
over the thought of exposing herself to me. She hadn’t done that with any of
her boyfriends, so she wasn’t accustomed to a strange male viewing her private
areas. Besides, this was the first complete physical she’d had since the onset
of her periods.
“Have you ever been completely undressed during an examination before, Brenda?”
I asked gently.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, every woman has a ‘first time’,” I said to her. “I’ve examined many…
young ladies like you, so you don’t have to be shy or embarrassed.”
She seemed to accept my explanation as she sat there pondering what was about to
take place. Her daydreaming was cut short by the sound of my voice.
“OK, miss, off with the gown,” I ordered.
She slowly untied the strings in the back and let it drop to her lap, but was
hesitant to remove it from her lower torso.
“Come now, Brenda, we haven’t got all day. Let’s get this over with,” I said as
Amanda grabbed the gown and whisked it off her lap, leaving her sitting there
clad in only her silk white panties.
“I want you to lie face-down on the table now,” I ordered.
ôWhat are you going to do?” she sked nervously.
“I’m going to do the rectal examination first. Lift up your hips so I can take
your panties down, OK?” I said.
She raised her hips slightly as I hooked my fingers under her panties’ elastic
waistband and began to peel them down her legs. When I got them down to her knees,
I stopped, leaving them bunched there for the time being. I placed my hands in
between her thighs and pushed outward, spreading them as much apart as the
panties would allow. The sight of her smooth, quivering buttocks caught my eye
and made me stop to gaze at them for a second. I shook myself back to reality
as I realized I would soon be parting those cheeks and feeling deep inside her
cleft only moments from now. I snapped on a latex examination glove and began
smearing KY lubricant over my index finger.
“I want you to relax, Brenda. You’re going to feel my finger entering your anus
in a minute. It’s going to be cold and slippery, but only for a second. I have
to feel around inside to be sure everything is OK,” I explained to her so she
wouldn’t be surprised.
She looked over at me for a second, then turned her head away in resignation,
knowing she wouldn’t be able to escape from this. What I didn’t realize was that
she secretly looked forward to having my finger penetrate her most hidden
orifice. She wiggled her pelvis a bit, adjusting herself on the table.
I pried her little cheeks apart, exposing her puckered brown and pink anal ring.
I observed with amusement the telltale signs of the lubrication from her recent
rectal temperature. I ran the lubricated tip of my finger up and down her crack
just above and below her anus, spreading the cold gel on the outside.
“Take a deep breath now,” I told her.
Then with small circular motions, my finger gradually penetrated her anal ring
and popped into her lower rectum.
“Ohhhhhh!” exclaimed Brenda as I slowly, gently pushed my finger all the way up
inside her as far as it would go. She could just about hold still.
“Just relax… it’s only going to take a minute while I feel around,” I advised her.
“And stop squirming around so much! If you make it difficult for me it’ll just
take longer. You don’t want me to use the restraining straps, do you?”
She calmed down a bit, resigned to the fact that it was actually happening to
her and that I was in complete control. I slowly pulled my finger out, then
pushed it in, twisting it around as I went, feeling the entire insides of her
rectal walls. When my finger went in all the way I could feel my knuckles
pressing against the soft, firm flesh of her rounded buttocks. I wished I could
go in deeper, just to keep feeling her warmth envelop my finger.
I finally slid my finger out and performed a hemocult smear, checking for blood
in the stool.
“Everything looks good so far, Brenda. But to do a complete examination, I’m
going to have to look all the way up inside. I’m going to have Nurse Amanda
administer a Fleet enema to clean you out before I examine you further,” I told
her.
When she heard the word ‘enema’, she whipped her head around and looked
pleadingly at me.
“Do I really have to have an enema? Couldn’t you examine me some other way so I
wouldn’t need one?” she begged.
“No, it’s got to be done this way. Have you ever taken an enema before?” I asked.
“Well, yes, when we were little and couldn’t go to the bathroom, my mom
would give me and my brother one. But I'm much older now and I don’t think
I need one,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt, and youĺll feel comfortable afterward,” I assured
her. “Now, get up on your knees and put your shoulders on the table like a good
girl.”
She complied, slowly putting first one knee under her abdomen, then the other,
rising until her bottom was high in the air. I slipped her panties past
her knees and completely off, then spread her legs until her knees were at the
side edges of the table. By this time Amanda had returned with the Fleet syringe,
the tip well lubricated. Amanda stepped up and wasted no time inserting the
plastic tip into her rectum. I took in the sight of Brenda’s now wholly exposed
anal and vaginal areas as they were presented to my gaze. I could see that she
had carefully trimmed her pubic hair around her vaginal lips, which allowed me
to see that she was a bit flushed and moist down there. My previous guess was
correct: she would be one of the many women who became aroused during my
examinations.
Amanda squeezed the solution slowly into Brenda’s bowels. When the container
was empty, she withdrew it and replaced the enema tip with her finger, telling
Brenda that would help her hold the solution in for the required time to take
effect. I made myself look busy as I surreptitiously glanced at the sight of my
nurse’s finger penetrating a pretty teenage girl’s upturned buttocks just an
arm’s reach away. After several minutes of maintaining that posture, Amanda
extracted her finger and let Brenda down from the table, allowing her to run
to the toilet holding her abdomen and finally expel.
Amanda had already prepared the stirrups at the end of the table by the time
Brenda returned. She had forgotten she was naked when she ran to the bathroom
under pressure from the enema. But now she walked back quickly, attempting
without success to cover her breasts and pubic area with her hands. She was so
cute!
“OK, Brenda, on your back now, and slide down to the end of the table here,”
Nurse Amanda said as she patted the cushioned top of the exam table. “That's it,
let me help you with your feet.”
The nurse helped Brenda raise her legs and put her feet into the stirrups.
Then she adjusted them so that the girl’s knees were pushed back toward her
breasts and her feet raised up at an angle toward the ceiling. I told Amanda to
put a little pillow behind Brenda’s head so she could see what I was going to do.
Just as I was taking my place on the stool directly between her legs, the
office intercom buzzed and Amanda answered it. The receptionist reported that a
young medical student, Clarence, who had just turned 23 years old, was there
for his weekly clinical training. Like most medical students, Clarence took
advantage of local doctors’ offers to come into their offices from time to time
to learn the practical aspects of the medical profession. I told Amanda to have
him come in. This would be a perfect opportunity to test him on his knowledge
of female anatomy as well as let him observe some routine examination procedures.
The idea that a young man would be coming in and seeing her exposed like this
was not lost on Brenda. She kept telling herself that it was all part of a
medical procedure and she would just have to endure it.
I once again lubricated Brenda’s rectum by inserting my KY‑coated finger deep
into her bowels, then slowly inserted a rectal speculum into her opening.
Amanda had run hot tap water over it before handing it to me, so it provided a
nice warm sensation to Brenda when I put it in. Brenda moaned as I began
dilating her rectum, stretching her anal sphincter more than it had ever been
stretched. With a little penlight, I looked way up into her rectum, finding
nothing of any consequence. With her rectum fully open for my inspection, I
inserted a long‑stem swab which resembled a Q‑tip all the way inside, probing
various places along the rectal walls to be sure there were no lumps or fissures.
As I twisted the swab for the last time before extracting it, Clarence came
into the room, and immediately captured Brenda’s attention.
The door to the examination room opened, and Clarence walked in just as I was
extracting the warm speculum from Brenda’s rectum. He hesitated for just a
moment as he saw the pretty young lady stretched out naked on the examination
table, face up, legs in stirrups spread wide and posterior prominently visible
in profile.
“Good morning, doctor,” he greeted me. “I’m glad you have a study subject for
me today.”
“Good morning, Clarence,” I said. “Clarence, this is Brenda. I just finished
her rectal examination, and I’m ready to begin her vaginal examination. Are you
ready?”
“Yes. I’ve been studying female anatomy for my exams, so I should know this
stuff cold,” he replied.
Brenda was taking this all in. So, she was going to be used as a teaching tool
for the young medical student. Suddenly, this procedure didn’t seem all that bad.
The thoughts of her being naked in front of this young man and having him
examine and probe her was getting exciting. Being shy, however, she was still
apprehensive about being so exposed in front of three strangers. She started to
cross her arms over her breasts to try to preserve some modesty, but I quickly
rebuked her.
“No need to try to hide yourself, Brenda. Clarence and I both have seen plenty
of nude women. Besides, your breasts will be part of the lesson for today,”
I explained.
She resignedly replaced her arms along her sides on the table and looked up at
the ceiling.
“Let’s begin,” I said. “Brenda, I want you to raise your arms over your head
and stretch, as if you were trying to reach the other end of the table over
your head.”
Brenda joined her hands and reached way back, which made her breasts spread
evenly over her chest and left them completely vulnerable.
“Now, Clarence, if you’d be so kind as to point out the basic structure of the
breasts?” I asked.
“Yes. This is the mammary gland, which contains fatty and other cells used in
the production of mother’s milk for babies,” he began, touching the outside
edge of Brenda’s left breast lightly.
She remained still, waiting for the rest.
“And this is the procedure for palpating for lumps,” he continued as he placed
several fingers on her breast and began moving them in slow circles toward her
nipple.
“Now we get to this large brown part here, called the areola. This part
surrounds the nipple and defines its boundaries with an extra layer of
toughness.”
His fingers then moved to her nipple. “This is the nipple, where milk and
sometimes other fluids are secreted. When stimulated, such as during sexual
excitement, the nipples become stiff and erect,” he concluded.
While he was explaining about the nipple, his thumb and forefinger were lightly
rolling the nipple between them, causing it to rise and become rock‑hard.
Brenda moaned softly at the sensation, but remained still.
“That's good, Clarence. You seem to have a firm grasp of the subject,” I said
sort of tongue‑in‑cheek, while Clarence held the erect nipple in his fingers.
For his part, Clarence felt a familiar stirring in his loins as he tweaked the
hard nipple, despite the fact he was here in a purely clinical setting.
“OK, let’s move down to the pelvic area. Take this cotton swab and touch each
place as you name it for me,” I instructed as I handed him a long Q‑tip.
The young student licked his lips and took a big swallow as he began. “This is
the mons veneris, or pubic mound, located on the anterior aspect of the pelvic
bone above the vagina,” he explained as he placed the trembling swab right in
the batch of dark pubic hair covering the area in question.
“This is the labia majora, or outer lips of the vagina, which are generally
covered with pubic hair. In our case, this girl has trimmed back her pubic hair
shorter than normal. This is considered appropriate for hygienic as well as
aesthetic purposes,” he explained.
As he said this, he ran the tip of the swab down one puffy lip and up the other
one, scribing the shape of an oval around her vaginal opening. “Here, the lips
appear slightly puffy and flushed, an early sign of sexual arousal,” he intoned
without emotion.
Brenda twitched slightly at the ticklish sensation, noting that she was
becoming quite wet inside her girlish pussy.
Seeing he was ready to move on, I spread Brenda’s outer pussy lips wide,
exposing her hot, pink flesh to our view. Nurse Amanda brought over the
floor‑mounted examination light and directed its beam onto her pelvic area.
Brenda could feel the heat from the light on her crotch, as well as the heat of
the two men’s gazes as their eyes fixed on her exposed privates.
Clarence continued, touching her inner lips with his swab: “This is the labia
minora, or inner lips, located just inside the outer lips, and is noted to be
pink in color with no abnormalities.”
He proceeded to raise the swab toward the top of her vagina, coming to rest on
the urethra. “This is the urethral opening where urine is excreted. As I press
down slightly with the swab, I notice the opening appears slightly redder than
normal, as if some pressure has been applied to it recently.”
“You’re right. That’s what Brenda refers to as her ‘peehole’.; She’s admitted
to me in the past that it’s her favorite spot to place her fingers when she
masturbates. I’ve already given her instructions on hygiene procedures to
reduce the chance of inflammation, and it seems to be improving,” I explained
at length.
I could see the humiliation on Brenda’s face as I disclosed one of her most
intimate secrets to the handsome young stranger. Clarence smiled slightly
before continuing.
Clarence’s swab moved up to her clitoris, resting right on top of the now stiff
little button. “Finally, this is the clitoris, which is the center of female
sexual sensations.”
He took the tip of the swab and gently pushed back the little hood of skin
covering the clitoris. “Now that I’ve exposed the clitoris itself, we can see
that it’s a moist, pink organ which becomes engorged with blood and erect
during sexual arousal. In fact, it appears to be in such a state of arousal as
we examine it,” he said as he began to slowly circle the clitoris with his
swab.
He was aware of Brenda’s mounting excitement as he intentionally manipulated
her pleasure spot, seeing her hips move slightly as she lay open and exposed on
the table.
Clarence then guided the swab down the side of Brenda’s virgin pussy lips, and
to the bottom of her slit. “This is the perineum, which is about a one inch
piece of tissue separating the vagina from the rectum,” he said as he dragged
the tip up and down that narrow piece of skin.
“And finally, this is the anus,” he said evenly, as he aimed the swab’s tip
right at the center of her little brown star and pressed in slightly, giving it
a little twirl. “This orifice is used primarily for elimination of body wastes
from the colon, although it is rich in nerve endings and can be a pleasure spot
in its own way.”
He watched Brenda’s face as he twirled the swab slightly on her anal surface.
“Ohhhhhh…” she moaned, responding to the tickling sensation he produced.
“Very good, Clarence. Now that we’re done with the external genitalia, let’s
have a look inside, shall we?” I said as I released her pussy lips, causing
Brenda to sigh with relief.
She thought to herself that maybe this would be the end of her ordeal, but now
she heard me mention looking inside her. She didn’t know how she would stand it,
but she knew she had to go through with it.
Amanda handed me a warmed vaginal speculum, which she’d already lubricated.
I immediately bent down so her pussy was at my eye level, and slowly inserted
the speculum, causing Brenda to squirm a bit. I inserted the speculum sideways,
then rotated the handles downward, manipulating the device to open her vaginal
canal very wide, giving us a clear view all the way up inside. With the
stainless steel instrument in place, I told Clarence to continue.
“OK, this is the hymen around the inside of the inner lips at the inside
entrance to the vaginal opening. Although not always conclusive, an intact
hymen indicates the girl is a virgin as far as never having had genital‑genital
sexual intercourse. In this case the hymen is not very pronounced, but is intact
and normal appearing, indicating she has not likely had sex with a male before,”
he explained.
He inserted the swab between the jaws of the speculum and inside her vaginal
opening, past the hymen, bringing it to touch on the walls of the vagina. “This
whole area is the vaginal canal. The vaginal walls appear to be normal, with
copious amounts of natural lubrication covering them. This is the area that
accepts a male penis during sexual intercourse. The size and tone of the
musculature in this area varies with the individual,” he stated as Brenda felt
the swab tickle the inner walls of her genitals as he moved it back and forth
around her insides.
“Lastly, this is the cervix,” he said as his swab touched the opening to her
womb. “This is the mouth, or os, of the cervix where PAP smears are gathered
for pathological examination in the laboratory. The primary purpose of the
cervix is the entrance to the womb as well as the fetus’s exit path during
childbirth,” he explained.
“Excellent job, Clarence,” I complimented him. “You seem to be ready to take
your anatomy exam now. You should have no problem.” I directed him on how to
remove the speculum from Brenda’s virgin pussy.
“Thank you for all your help, doctor. I’m sure I’m going to do fine,” he replied.
“And thank you, too, Brenda, for allowing me to examine you. This was an
excellent refresher for me,” he said to her as he moved up to where her head
was.
Her eyes slowly met his with some embarrassment as he smiled at her. She
wondered if he knew how aroused she was, then quickly realized that he had just
examined all her sex organs and should easily be able to tell.
“You’re welcome,” she replied shyly, looking away.
Clarence left the examination room after saying his good‑byes, and it was once
again only Brenda, Nurse Amanda and me together in the room. I could see Brenda
start to get up from the table as if the examination were over and she could
leave.
“Whoa! Not so fast, young lady,” I said as I pushed her back down on the table.
“There's one thing we have to finish before you can go. I’ll bet you can guess
what that is, too,” I said as I smiled knowingly at her.
“Yes, doctor, I know. You have to complete my internal examination,” she said
in a small voice as she lay back down, wanting to get this over with.
“And what else?” I asked her, as Amanda and I exchanged amused glances.
“A‑and you have to treat my irritated peehole,” Brenda said quietly with
obvious embarrassment.
“That's right, miss. You remember the treatment protocol from your last
examinations, I’m sure. It won’t take very long,” I said, getting excited at
the thought of administering her ‘treatment’.
“But first, I’m going to have Nurse Amanda shave your pubic area. I suspect part
of your peehole problem is that your pubic hair, as trimmed as it is, is
retarding the healing process,” I explained.
Brenda looked at me in horror and rose up on her elbows.
“ Y‑you… mean you’re going to remove all my hair down there?” she gasped. “I've
had it for years… It won’t feel natural without it. Oh, please, Doctor Trott,
can’t you just trim it back a little bit?” she begged.
“I’m sorry, young lady, but it’s going to have to go. All of it,” I proclaimed.
At this, Brenda gave Amanda and me a long look, then with a big sigh, laid back
down flat on the table. She knew it was going to be done, and knew it would do
no good to protest any further. Oh God, she thought, What are my
friends going to say when they find out about this?
Amanda came over with a large steel bowl of hot water, some shaving gel and a
razor. She placed a white towel underneath Brenda’s bottom. A washcloth was
soaked in the hot water and placed over Brenda’s pubic mound and pressed onto
her outer pussy lips, soaking the fine pubic hairs thoroughly in preparation
for removal. Brenda closed her eyes and savored the warm, wet feeling on her
pussy.
After a minute, the washcloth was removed and a mixture of shaving gel and baby
oil was spread over her pubic mound and worked in by Amanda’s fingers until all
the hairs were coated right down to the skin.
“OK, Brenda, hold still now while I shave you. I don’t want to nick your
sensitive skin,” Amanda told her.
Brenda felt the tug of the razor on her lower abdomen as it was drawn from the
top downward toward her pussy slit. As Amanda was working the razor in various
directions to get all the hairs, the fingers of her other hand were moving around,
stretching the skin tight so the area would be shaved as smooth as possible.
When she got down to shaving Brenda’s vertical pussy lips, her fingers had to
slip inside the outer lips to stretch the folds of skin for the razor. Brenda
felt her fingers slide across her clitoris and peehole occasionally, and toward
the end, even entering her vaginal opening. The sensation of Amanda’s fingers
sliding around her sensitive pussy areas was overpowering; something she hadn’t
thought of when she was first told she would be shaved.
Finally, Amanda put down the razor and began wiping down the young girl’s pubic
and anal areas, which she had also shaved smooth. After cleaning her off, the
nurse applied some lotion to the area to soothe it from the razor’s irritation.
“Hmm… You’re nice and clean and smooth now, Brenda,” Amanda said. “I think
you’ll find you like it this way once you get used to it. I know I do,” she
said as she kept rubbing her hands over Brenda’s slick pussy lips.
Brenda was shocked to hear that the nurse shaved her own pussy! Maybe there’s
something more to this I’d like to know about, thought Brenda as she lay
there with her now‑hairless pussy fully exposed. Before she could get a question
out, I arrived back at the table.
“Before we begin the internal examination, I’m going to need a urine sample
from you,” I told Brenda. “I want you to get up on your knees and kneel on the
table facing me, OK?” I instructed her.
Brenda was almost glad to get out of the embarrassing position in the stirrups
for a second, until she realized what was in store for her now. She obediently
got up on her knees facing me, which put her pussy just below my eye level.
“Spread your legs wide so I can get the collection cup up tight to your peehole,”
I instructed her.
She obediently spread her knees until she was in a kneeling‑squatting position
with her hips thrust forward showing a perfectly nude pussy. I reached one hand
around behind and underneath her bare buttocks, sliding it between her legs and
placing my fingers just inside her puffy pussy lips. Using my fingers, I spread
her lips apart to expose her peehole as I pressed the plastic collection cup up
to her pussy.
“Now, just pee into the cup so I can get a sample to analyze. I know you’re a
bit nervous, but just relax and let it come,” I told her.
She closed her eyes and I could feel her sag a bit as she relaxed. Shortly a
small, weak stream of urine began to fall from her peehole, then it turned into
a full stream as she relaxed. I felt the warmth as the urine level crept up the
cup, finally stopping about an inch below the top.
I removed the cup and handed it to Amanda. Leaving my fingers on her spread
pussy lips, I picked up a Kleenex and dabbed her vaginal area dry. I could feel
Brenda’s hips move slightly as I gently dabbed around her peehole and clitoris
areas. I didn’t expect to hear any more protests from her at this point…
She seemed to be taking all this in stride, if not with a bit of pleasure.
“Good job, Brenda,” I complemented her. “Now we can conclude with your internal
examination. Please resume your position on you back. Amanda can help you get
your feet back into the stirrups.”
I slipped on my latex gloves once again as Nurse Amanda began preparing the
antiseptic ointment for Brenda’s peehole irritation. I began by spreading her
pussy lips wide, then inserting a finger deep into her pussy. I didn’t really
even need the KY on my fingers, as she was wet enough by now. Once I had
thoroughly coated her entire inner vaginal canal, I slipped my other finger
inside, her muscles and hymen squeezing my fingers comfortably.
“Ohhhhhhhh1…” Brenda moaned as I moved my fingers carefully around inside of her.
I curled my fingers up slightly, making sure I was massaging her G‑spot for
maximum effect. I placed the palm of my hand flat against the top of her pelvis,
just above her pubic mound, so I could feel the rest of her anterior
reproductive organs better. I found that my thumb would slightly brush over her
distended clitoris occasionally, which brought a little squirm and a sigh from
the aroused girl.
Amanda took my hand off of Brenda’s lower abdomen and spread some KY lubricant
on my index finger in preparation for what was to come next. Amanda moved to my
side between Brenda’s spread legs and pried her little ass cheeks apart with her
thumbs. Without warning Brenda, I placed my finger against her tight asshole and
pushed my finger in until it was in all the way.
“Ahhhhhh… mmmmmm…” was all Brenda could get out when my finger entered her most
private place. I could now feel my fingers meet each other through the membrane
between anus and vagina. I moved all my fingers in and out in different ways;
sometimes together, sometimes pulling one out while pushing the other in, then
reversing directions. This brought about a noticeable reaction from Brenda, who
wiggled her hips back and forth on the table as if trying to drive my fingers in
deeper. Finding nothing abnormal, I instructed Amanda to place a glob of
the antiseptic cream on the thumb of my hand that was protruding from her pussy.
With my finger still up inside Brenda’s rectum and two fingers still inside her
vagina, I began to apply the cream to her urethral opening, or ‘peehole’ as she
called it. The slick, smooth cream spread evenly over her peehole and allowed
my thumb to work over, under and around her sensitive opening without resistance.
As soon as I touched her peehole, she jumped a bit, but quickly settled back
down on the table and began gyrating her hips even faster. Amanda looked on
with amusement, knowing what was coming next.
As soon as I had her peehole nicely coated with the ointment, I moved my thumb
up to her erect clitoris, which really sent a shudder through the young patient.
I began rubbing her little nub up and down, side to side… sliding my thumb over
and in circles around her sensitive clitoris until she could take no more.
“Mmmmm… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… AAARRRRRGGGHHHH!” Brenda groaned as her whole body
was wracked with spasms of pleasure. I increased the tempo of my finger thrusts
in her pussy and bare bottom as she came in hard gushes, feeling her vaginal
and anal muscles tighten around my fingers with each orgasmic spasm. My thumb
made faster and tighter circles around her clitoris, making sure to maintain
contact in spite of her gyrating hips. Looking at her face closely to gauge her
reactions, I saw her eyes tightly closed as she bit her bottom lip, rocked her
head back and forth and arched her back up off the table. I could even
see the veins in her neck pulsating and distended by her exertion.
Finally her writhing slowed and I reduced my finger thrusts accordingly, letting
her glide down the sensual slope toward ultimate relaxation. When she became
still and her breathing became more regular, I gently slipped my fingers from
her pussy and asshole, allowing those pleasure holes to regain their former
dimensions.
“Well, well, young lady, I’m happy to see that it didn’t bother you too much
when I applied the ointment,” I said as matter‑of‑factly as I could while
stripping off my exam gloves. “Your peehole is looking much better. Keep up
with the hygiene procedures I gave you last time.”
"Y‑yes… doctor. I… will,” Brenda managed to reply between deep sighs.
“And I’ll want to see you again in a week for a follow‑up examination to be
sure the cream is working, OK?” I added as I helped her sit up on the table.
Amanda had to help her down and assisted her in cleaning herself up and getting
dressed. I noticed a large wet spot on the clean white paper covering the exam
table… the only evidence of Brenda’s treatment for today.
“Bye, doctor. Bye nurse,” Brenda said as she opened the door.
“Bye, Brenda. See you next week,” we both said as she slipped quietly out
the door.
…
I went back into my office while Nurse Amanda finished cleaning up the exam
room and preparing it for the next patient. Although I tried to concentrate on
the phone message slips on my desk, I couldn’t shake the overpowering presence
of my hard cock which was reacting predictably to the exam session with pretty
young Brenda. I could feel the pre‑cum leaking right through the fabric of my
slacks. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I turned on the intercom.
“Nurse, would you come into my office for a second, please,” I called out to
Amanda.
“I’m on the way,” she replied over the device.
A few seconds later the door to my office opened and in walked Amanda. The top
five buttons of her starched white uniform were already unbuttoned, showing full,
milky-white cleavage. And she was already starting to slip out of her sleeves!
The rest of the afternoon’s appointments were going to be much easier to handle
now…
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