Patient Name : Marie Davidson

33years. 120Pounds. 5'4 ”.

My wife was going to get her yearbook complete physical. She had never seen this doctor before. We just found him in the local listings.

We were both very rouse as we waited in his exam room. My wife was terrified. She hated medico exams. They are hugely stymy and humiliating and often unspeakable for her.

I could see the fear on her aspect as we waited and waited.

After a forty-five hour wait because the doctor had some sort of emergency brake he had to deal with, the threshold opened and the doctor came in. The farseeing waiting and the anticipation made us both as wound up as citizenry can be. Every nerve in my consistence felt electric. And then ...

We were both stunned. I could see the look of shock on my wife 's look, and I am sure I had one also.

This guy was HUGE !

I am six foot two in and he towered over me. Probably four inches taller than me.

But I did n't realize the real signification of this until the succeeding moment when it all coagulated in my mind.

We both stood to greet him as he suck out his hand to shake mine first.

His deal was grievous. My manus disappeared into this vast fist with the fattest fingers I have ever seen. Palming a b globe was not a problem for this guy.

Then he shook my wife's hand and her diminutive helping hand completely disappeared into the meaty fist and I saw the repulsion on her face as she stared at his enormous hand. She knew that those whopping finger would soon try to perforate her delicate vagina and that thought terrified her.

We all sat while he asked some questions. The only medical concern she had was that she had been bleeding very heavy finale few periods. And having lots of pain and some incontinence.

He said something like,"we will see if we can figure this all out."

I could n't discontinue staring at his huge fingers.

Then he said the Holy Writ I had been waiting to discover,

"Alright, if you will remove all of your wearing apparel and put on this surgical gown I will be back in a minute and we can get started."

I might have forgotten to bring up that I am a big deviant and I love doc exams. Actually, I love anything that gets my wife naked in front of another man.

Massages, MD, nudist clubs…

But a doctor exam is the best. Not only will this strange man see her completely nude in a minute, but he will feel her all over. And finger her !

The instant he said,"ingest off all of your dress ..."my dick grew ten times.

She started to draw in off her shirt and I got down to untied her shoes.

I knew she would try to get the scrubs on as fast as she could, but when she got her top off and was undoing her pants I started feeling her bosom. She tried to press me away. An argument we had had many metre before. Every year in fact at her annual exam.

"semen on. You said I could feel you a lilliputian before the exam."She knows I love this so lots. Finally she acquiesced and I felt her up as she took off her pant and undies. I was in paradise. She was undressing for a unusual man and I was feeling the most astonish firm breasts.

I rubbed her nicely trimmed pitcher's mound and slipped a finger's breadth inside her. She pushed me away.

I protested, and begged,"just a niggling please."

Again she let me rub her cumulus some but when I slipped my finger in again she pushed me away and put on the gown.

But I got my feels and my dick was rock'n'roll hard.

I tried to convince her that if she was aroused the exam would be leisurely because her lifelike lubricants would countenance the cat's-paw and finger's breadth to slide in more easily.

And I believe this is true, but she was not convinced.

She sat on the table in the slender nightie and waited. She was already all red with embarrassment and now she was also mad at me. So she was starting this examination already really tense. When she is tense pelvic exam are always more painful.

She looked so vulnerable and scared and Whitney Moore Young Jr. sitting there. Her thighs exposed nicely below the short exam gown. raise mammilla poking from under the thin nightgown. It was so hot. I felt bad for her drive I knew how scared she was. But still I was rock hard.

I kept feeling her up through the gown as we waited.

I knew she was scared of this guy and his fat fingers. Internal examination always hurt her. She has a small vaginal gap and I think it gets squiffy if you do n't stretch it for a piece. So I had not had sex with her for one month before this exam.

We both knew this would be painful for her.

The doc came in and said,"lets get started."

He did routine center and ear stuff first. I was fascinated by how tiny she looked in his monstrous men. He moved her brain around and she looked like a doll.

Then he opened the scrubs in the backbone to listen to her lungs.

The survey of her beautiful back and merchantman bare on the table was heavenly.

When he was done he went to the figurehead and said,"lets have a look at your breasts now."

She whispered,"Okay."

As he stood in straw man of her, towering over her, his immense hired man picked up the nightie on each berm and dropped it in her lap. Completely exposing her scrumptious breasts to us.

And they are splendid !

In my opinion.

At 33 her business firm full B cup breasts still indicate out on her thorax. Barely any sag at all. Lips-red, silver-dollar-sized ring of color and sway hard nipples.

This first exposure is the well persona of an test for me and the persuasion of exposing herself to a unusual man terrorizes her. I love this moment. In my psyche it lasts minutes.

The doctor and I both stared at my wife's bare dresser. As we looked I could see the red splotches start to appear on her chest and belly. She was about as embarrassed as she could be. Here was this alien just staring at her tit. It was so humiliating for her. And she knew I loved it, so that made her mad as well. She just stared past the doctor at the wall.

After we just took in the view for what seemed like a farsighted prison term, the doctor said,"alright."

he then put one hand under a chest and put his other hand on top of it and started squeezing her bare breast between his hands.

He did this technique on both breasts just feeling the hale breast and rolling it around between his hands. Then he started pressing and lifting.

This is when she started wincing. Her boob get very sore about a workweek before her period starts. And this was that exact day, so they were extremely mad already.

As he pushed and squeezed her bosom she winced and squirmed more and more. I could see tears welling up in her eye. That was unusual. It did n't usually pain that much, but sometimes they are very sore from her cycle.

The doctor seemed totally forgetful to her discomfort and just continued to maul her delicate beauties. And he was very rough with them. He squeezed them pissed than doctors usually do it seemed to me.

He finished with each breast by pinching with the finger of both hands underneath the knocker and both thumb on top.

He squeezed and slid his hands from the understructure all the way out to the end of her nipple. This looked brutal, even if her titty were n't already sore. It looked like he was trying to pull up her off of the board by her breast.

"Ow ! Ow ! Ow ! Ow ! Ow !"she cried as he pulled so brutally on her. Then he repeated the relocation on her early breast.

"Owww !"she cried out.

As he said,"that looks good,"and turned away, my married woman wiped the rip from her oculus and sat staring full-strength ahead. She hated us both. She loathed me for enjoying this misuse of her.

And, she knew the worst was yet to come.

The Dr. turned back with the chart in his hand and asked,"did n't the nurse get your weight and BP ?"

My wife didn't say anything so I finally said she had not.

He said,"well lets do that actual promptly if you will step over here,"as he walked to the upright scale against the wall.

My wife pulled her gown up and held it at her cervix instead of tying it and walked over to the scale.

The survey from my can was magnificent. Her whole back and backside and all of her legs were fully exposed to me.

Even after all these geezerhood of marriage, she is the most magnificent creature in my opinion. I could n't love her hindquarters more. house and bouncy. worldly concern course of study. Her best feature.

She showed it to me as he took her weight and made her round around for the height part. With her hand up holding the link at her neck, the gown was lifted at the hem. I could just see her knock brim below the gown. And all of her fantastic, now fire-engine red, legs. Then she walked back to the exam tabular array giving the Doctor of the Church the salient backside view I just had.

He said,"alright lets do the pelvic exam now."

She meekly said,"okay."

He said,"slide down and put your feet in the stirrups,"as he pulled the stirrups out and extended them. Blood rushed to my already over pressurized phallus. My nut actually started to ache at this point.

I saw her face cringe as she knew he was about to search at her most confidant parts. Her freshly shaved puffy pink lips !

She put her feet in the stirrups and I 'm sure enough that was his first gear eyeshot of her nicely shaved pussy lips.

I could see on her face that she knew it also. Her human face had been maddened. It was her, ‘ I hate every man'face. But now it was her scare aspect.

She hated being exposed to a stranger.

The physician then said,"now slide down until your bottom is at the identical end of the mesa. She moved again but not enough so now he said,"slide down until you feel your bottom relate my hand."

I could n't see him stir her bottom, but he was finally satisfied and he lifted the gown up to her knees.

The way he left it blocked her panorama of him and what was happening, and she hated it when doctors do that. She pulled it down to her belly. Completely exposing her legs and pubic hillock and some belly to us.

He looked at her questioningly and she said she likes to see what is going on.

He just said OK.

He put a bridge player on each of her adorable thighs and said,"first I will look everything over on the away and make sure we do n't see anything unusual."The tone of his monstrous hands on her firm white second joint was AWESOME !

He pushed on her staring second joint and spread her legs and then turned his attention to her vagina. He poked her mouth, which I had shaved that morning. I left a nice plot of land in front but trimmed where it goes out to the face too far, and from her clitoral thug down she was completely hairless.

When he first touched her, her unanimous trunk stiffened. Her human knee closed and the doctor had to crowd them back open. He put his paw on her tiny knee and she looked like a tyke next to such a enceinte man.

He touched her bare cunt lip and pressed on her hair covered mound. She seemed to travel barely perceptibly. And I am sure involuntarily.

Her hands were clenched in fists and all red and white knuckled.

She hated being touched by a alien. And here was this monster of a man poking her most intimate office. She hated it and was furious. With me, with him, with the entire medical community for requiring this humiliating ordeal.

I stood up adjacent to her and took her clinch clenched fist in my hand to solace her. And I got a much punter survey while standing.

He felt her mound for quite a while. He asked if she felt any pain or anything.

He slipped one finger barely into her and pinched her fat puffy lips to check some secretor he explained.

Then he said the minute most waited for sentence in this show.

He said,"now I will put one finger inside you."

She was now holding my hand, and immediate she squeezed it as hard as she could.

So it is important to roll in the hay that at this point he has not put anything in her, and he has not taken the pap smear yet.

He explained that lubricating substance can interpose with the correct results of a pap test, so you are not suppose to use any lubricant before you take the pap smear.

Doctors often put one fingerbreadth in a fair sex 's vagina without any lubricator to locate the locating and form of the cervix. This tells them where to put the speculum to get a good vista of the cervix.

I believe they are also suppose to use this ‘ one finger in the vagina'technique to define the size of the porta. So they know what size speculum to use. But I have only known of one doctor who used anything other than a standard, bombastic graves speculum.

A really big tool for a small woman.

Anyways, this guy did use the prominent graves, but we are not there yet.

Next he gloved up before putting this dry finger into my wife's tiny vagina.

After he told her what he was going to do, he spread her lips some with his other hired man and just rammed his tremendous finger into my terrorise wife's tiny vagina.

She squealed and pulled back on the table some, and he said,"you 're o.k.. Just relax."

This was a completely dry finger's breadth shoved into a very dry vagina. In a fair sex who was topnotch tense from fear. It hurt. Alot. And him saying,"you're ok…"made her want to kill him.

He felt around and as he moved I felt her body twitching and squirm from the pain.

He then yanked it out and said,"OK, now we will put the speculum in and do the intragroup exam."

Again, she squeezed my handwriting as hard as she could.

As I said, he pulled out a expectant Robert Graves speculum but he kept it low so she did not see how big it was. We had talked about the different sizes and she was suppose to ask him if he could use a smaller size, but she was so freaked out she forgot. And, supposedly, so did I.

Again, he had not taken the pap smirch yet, so with no lubricant he rammed this large, alloy instrument into my wife's pink vagina. He just pushed. I could see her delicate puffy pink lips pulled inward with the metal twist.

Again she pulled back on the mesa and this metre in a very angry voice she shouted,"OUCH !"

He said,"I 'm sorry, but we cant use lubricant."He could accept opened her with one hand to get insertion easier. And he could sustain done it slowly instead of just pushing intemperately. And, he could have used piss as a kind of lube. Not great but better than dry. And as I said, he could consume used a much smaller speculum.

Again you could see teardrop welling up in her eyes.

He said,"I'll give you a endorsement to adjust to it."

In a few seconds he rotated the speculum and opened it. She squirmed and bit her lip and squeezed my hired man and made pocket-size whimpering phone.

She kept jumping every clock time he moved it. It must own been terribly atrocious. The speculum was at least twice as widely as it should have been.

When it was situated right he looked in and said,"well your cervix looks good."

He took a pap smudge and she jumped when he did, but she was not tearing up now. Now she was just pissed !

Again, I was standing at her side looking over her mound at the activity, so I had a pretty good view.

When he took the speculum out he did n't close it any until only like a half inch of the bill was still inside her.

I have seen the technique of removing the speculum, and I know that they try to have it open as they remove it so they can see the sides of the vagina. To look for lesions or anything that looks unusual. But they try to close it as they are removing it because the end of the measure are lots wider than far up on the waist of the tool. stern railway line. It hurt like underworld. And it looked like he intended for it to bruise !

She made a speech sound and pulled back and squeezed my hand so hard. Her hand squeezes were a really a good provender back mechanism on her pain level. And that one hurt.

"Now I will do a digital test,"he said,"and this time I can use lubricating substance so it wont be so uncomfortable."he had a ‘ pleased with himself'look on his fount like that made the previous painful sensation acceptable. I knew his uncaring attitude was making her madder. And ‘ uncomfortable,'is not how she would identify it.

He sat down and what my married woman did n't see, but I did, made me squeeze her bridge player as hard as I could.

I 'm an enigma. I probably do n't really know what that means, but I am complicated. I love the annoyance and her mortification, but sometimes I hate it. Sometimes, for example, at a nudist pack or something, I'll get all jealous and try to preserve masses from seeing her. But I really love showing her body to strangers. Sometimes I want to protect her. This, for about thirty secondment, was one of those times.

I squeezed her hand as concentrated as I could and my innocent, compliant wife looked at me with a confused and fright aspect on her beautiful face. I was scared for the pain I knew she was about to feel. I wanted to block off the trial by ordeal. But then I looked at the fit, and my shaft involuntarily jerked and spurted some precum.

The final time she had jumped from the annoyance, her long curly hair flew into her face and she had shaken it back. But did n't use her hands. So right now one lock of sleek Robert Floyd Curl Jr. was stuck on the side of her thick lips. She was a beautiful brute. Her rim were begging for my penis. The brown satiny lock pointing the way to her arrant mouth.

Her eye changed quickly to terrified as she saw the holy terror on my face.

She screamed, and I mean screamed,"OUCH !"As she sat upright and tried to pull away from the doctor ramming, and I mean ‘ ramming'TWO of his monstrous fingers half deep into her vagina, aided by the copious lube. She later told me she was for sure he had torn her skin when he did that. The painfulness was so intense. She said it felt like a knife cut her lips.

He had his other hand over her thigh, compensate by her belly and held her in place with that hand so she could not draw out out any.

It was an awing sight. He completely surrounded her thigh with his huge hand so she could not move. And his fingers were buried second knuckle trench in my wife's vagina.

He said,"ill fall in you a s to get used to that."

It was going to take a lot more than a instant. I am an norm guy, but honestly his index digit was nearly as wide as my phallus. Not quite. And now he had rammed two of them into her.

He had obviously bottomed out. I knew he was bottomed out because as he pushed into her, she moved back the equal amount.

She settled back onto the table and onto his fingers.

He stood between her mere white branch with two fingers in my wife's vagina, then he started pushing on the sleek hair of her bush. I had shaved her from her clitoric hood down. So from my position I could see the unfinished lips of her puffy pink kitty-cat squeezing his fingers.

"Before we do anything else lets test your muscle smell,"he said.

She had told him abut having urinary dissoluteness and he said that he would test her muscle spirit and that often Physical Therapy will solve the job if it is just miserable muscles.

So with two fingers still in her he said,"now I would like you to squeeze my fingers as hard as you can when I say to. As if you are trying your best to hold back an overfull bladder."

"Okay, squeeze."his eyebrows went up as he exclaimed,"oh ! Very good."he twisted his fingers in her vagina, then he said,"and again."and again he said,"Excellent !"

He seemed genuinely surprised at how strong her vagina brawniness are. And wow, they really are !

While moving around his fat fingers in her vagina, the medico said,

"Well that is not your payoff. You have very undecomposed muscular tissue tone in your vagina. Do you do exercises ?"

My shy wife answered immediately in a very small meek voice.

"Yes, I do kegels all the time."It seemed like he sort of grinned. Probably not, but he was certainly thinking about her tight vagina and those super hard muscles.

He continued to horn in his fat finger into her stretched pussy for a really hanker time.

He shoved his fingers in as deep as they would go. I could feel her movement back as he did. When he located her ovaries and pinched them between his two enormous fingers which were in her vagina and his early hand on her belly, she squeaked and jumped and grimaced.

He did that on each side, and again, it seemed to me that he wanted to make it hurt Sir Thomas More than it needed to. He rolled her ovaries as she grimaced and squirmed on the table.

Even with all his pushing, he never got is fingers in cryptical than half way.

Finally he, and she, had had enough and he pulled his sopping foamy fingers out of her and her vagina immediately snapped shut.

And then, as he was doing it, so she had no warning, he explained that he was about to put one fingerbreadth back in her vagina as he put one in her bottom.

I could see the affright on her boldness as she wanted so much to shout NOOO ! ! ! I know she was picturing the size of those huge fingers.

But he did it and she pulled away and bit her lip to continue from screaming. For a indorsement she had control. But he plunged deeper in a second and her point went back in a strive agony that I have never seen before, and she groaned.

He prodded her like that for about three minutes and she stayed tense and arched the whole time.

Then it was over.

My balls were about to explode.

He took off his gloves and my married woman sat up, put her substructure down and put the surgical gown back on.

I was sad it was over but my globe couldn't take too much more. I'm sure enough she was so grateful it was finally over.

But the Doctor wasn't done with us yet.

"So I did n't see anything really abnormal in the exam that would explain your unusual catamenial cycles,"he said.

"But your uterus and cervix uteri seemed a little stiff. I would expect More mobility in the uterus of a charwoman your age. That could indicate something unnatural"

"An sonography would give us more information, but I think a simpler psychometric test might be an endometrial biopsy. Have you ever had one ?"

She looked at me befuddle and I said,"no I do n't call up so."

"wellspring they are very common and performed in a doctors post so I thought you might have had one and be comrade with the procedure.

He explained the process which involved holding the cervix with an especially atrocious tool—my term, not his—they call a ‘ clamp'and putting a canula into the womb through the cervix uteri to pick up cadre. On the surface sounded fairly no big deal.

"If it were scheduled we could suffer recommended that you take some Tylenol before the procedure and that would all but eliminate any discomfort."

That could n't hold been a heavy lie.

"But if you want to get it now and get it over with I have done many without Tylenol. And I could give you a shot of novacain and that would eliminate any discomfort. But they typically are n't very uncomfortable."

Another immense lie.

So my wife looked at me for my feeling and I just shrugged. I knew my desires would overrule any logic I had, so this had to be her decision.

And I was surprised to bring in that even though I love medical erotica and read all kinds of stuff about women and medicine, I did n't acknowledge what this procedure was.

She finally said,"well I 'm already here."

"Great. I'll get some supply and be right back."

I hugged her as she sat on the end of the exam table. And of course of action I felt up her brilliant boob while I did. She was so out of it that she did n't even object. And they are fantastical. They stand out so fast on her chest. Firm and muscular. With rock-hard nipples begging to be bitten. I squeezed them and flopped them in my hand.

The physician came back and the nursemaid with him.

She had a tray of tools.

The doctor sat on the stool at the end of the table and said,"okay, if you will lay back down and put your feet up in the stirrups. This clock time she wiggled her bottom down to the end of the exam table without being asked. When she was as he wanted, and she had pulled the gown out of her way again, he inserted the speculum again. It did n't appear to bruise any less this meter. She grimaced and crawled back on the table before settling back down and allowing the metal instrument to fully bottom her.

The doctor opened it with the insensitivity he had shown throughout the examination. Again she squirmed and wiggled her abdomen. But she was obviously trying to take it. She did n't get a sound this time.

When he had the legal instrument fully receptive he prepared a needle.

He said,"Now I will give you two agile injections—he actually gave her three—of novacain. You might palpate a rebuff pinch or cramp.

So the medical checkup belief, I think, is that because there are so few face conclusion in the interior parts of a body, that sometimes things like needles are n't felt at all. And sometimes its just a pinch because of so few nerve end.

But sometimes affair hurt like hell. Or maybe some woman have Sir Thomas More nerve conclusion ? I dunno. But the ‘ annoyance'or ‘ muscle spasm'was n't close to what my wife seemed to experience.

As he plunged the first of all phonograph needle into her cervix, her unhurt organic structure stiffened as if she were suddenly electrocuted and every heftiness in her consistence was fully clenched. Her head went back against the tabular array and her back arched up and she was stiff as a board. Since she had the gown on with the opening in the forepart, as she arched it fell open up completely exposing the titty farthest from me.

She barely started to loose and settle back to the board when he jabbed her again and she stiffened like that a endorsement time.

I have never seen anything like that. The pain must cause been excruciating. I have seen her brook hatful of hurt including a broken rib and a impoverished leg, but I have never seen her tense with pain in the ass like that.

The third gear one was exactly the Saami. When she settled I saw that her face was covered in elbow grease string of beads. She was panting and seemed out of breath. Her brass was Beta vulgaris red.

The doctor was completely oblivious to her the whole time. With his attention all on her pussy.

"Now we need to open up your oz slightly. I will put in gradually tumid rods. You should n't feel anything.

She did.

She later told me they hurt like Hell. But she said she hated him so much at that pointedness she was not going to reach him the satisfaction of seeing her suffer out loud. She believes all doctors primary purpose is to inflict annoyance on cleaning woman. Don't get her started on mamography.

Before the doc could dilute her he needed to ‘ clamp'her cervix to hold it still. clinch is not an exact de***********ion of this device called a tenaculum which is really two very pointed deals that pierce the cervix to reserve on to it.

The power point are the size of a freshly sharpened pencil. That long of a point, maybe one quarter column inch, and a straight portion behind the dot so each point is about a half inch long. Its a cruel device.

He picked this thing up and I saw the gunpoint and knew what he must be going to do with it. So I moved and went behind him. The nanny was on one face knack over observance, and I went on the early slope and bent down so I could see. I figured the defective was he would say go sit down. But he did n't appear to care.

He put the instrument into her vagina and the points on either side of her cervix and then squeezed them together with the handgrip and locked them closed.

SHE SCREAMED."OUCH !"But it was a crying kind of ouch. A voice I have never heard out of her before. Her optic were huge. She pulled back on her elbow and really pulled back from him a good animal foot on the table.

But he was holding the tenaculum which was piercing her cervix. It looked as if he pulled her back down to the end of the table with the tenaculum. split were streaming down her grimace. Her clenched fist were clenched to her bureau as red and white knuckled as I have ever seen. She finally settled back down onto the mesa and the medico immediately inserted a strait to stretch her out.

She pulled back and made a horrifying sad audio. Still openly crying. The doctor still oblivious to her reaction. Each rod caused her to grimace and pull up on the mesa. And white knuckled each time.

Each heavy dilater hurt more it seemed. Several times he said,"there you go. You're fine, Just relax."She bit her lip so hard it was bleeding a fiddling. I knew she wanted to kick him.

He used four speech sound then shoved in an extra long one to prove the depth of her uterus. She again squeaked when he hit the backward o her uterus.

Finally he shoved in the canula for taking the samples.

It was a credit card rod slightly smaller than a stubble. It has a rough opening on one side and as you shove it in and out it scrapes cells info the tube which collects the sample.

It was much bigger than the large sound and again seemed to hurt tremendously. As he shoved it in and out of her uterus through her now brutalized cervix she was obviously in agony. He pulled on the tenaculum as he shoved the rod in and pushed on the torment twist as he pulled the rod out.

She threw her question from side to side and arched her book binding with each inward jab. She was kind of grunting with pain. The nightgown was completely open from her activity and her titty bounced magnificently on her sweaty chest. Her mamilla were longer than I have ever seen. It was detestable ! Tears streamed down her brass. I was certain she was about to holler ‘ STOP.'

‘ NO MORE !'

But she just cried and flopped about.

Finally he was done and pulled the canual out and gave it to the nanny. He opened the tenaculum but the tip seemed to be stuck in the maw they had made in her cervix. And it was bleeding. The doctor had to wiggle them and then flick them out to free them.

She jumped and screamed.

He handed the dick to the nursemaid who was already at the door and he said, merrily,"all done, you can get dressed now."

weeping streamed down her cheeks.

I helped her put her textile on.

After I took some pic of line. I made her sit on the exam table again. But nude person, and I took pics. Then I made her lay back. Then I wanted one with my fingerbreadth in her but when I pushed my finger in she snapped back to reality and just said,"no,"and jumped up and got dressed. I took Thomas More motion picture as she got dressed.

She did n't say anything to me for two days.

The biopsy turned up nothing and her periods went back to normal on their own.

We did eventually get a vaginal ultrasound. It was awesome.

That doctor's office was closed next year when I called and he was no longer in the local list .