Patient Name : Marie Davidson

33years. 120Pounds. 5'4 ”.

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

We were both very sex as we waited in his exam elbow room. My married woman was terrified. She hated doctor exams. They are hugely abash and humiliating and often unspeakable for her.

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

After a forty-five minute wait because the medico had some sort of emergency he had to deal with, the room access opened and the doc came in. The farsighted wait and the expectation made us both as wound up as multitude 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 face, and I am certain I had one also.

This guy was HUGE !

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

But I did n't see the real meaning of this until the next moment when it all coagulated in my mind.

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

His bridge player was monstrous. My hand disappeared into this huge fist with the fattest finger I have ever seen. Palming a b ball was not a trouble for this guy.

Then he shook my wife's handwriting and her midget hand completely disappeared into the meaty fist and I saw the horror on her facial expression as she stared at his enormous hand. She knew that those walloping fingerbreadth would soon try to penetrate her delicate vagina and that thought terrified her.

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

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

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

Then he said the give-and-take I had been waiting to hear,

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

I might experience forgotten to cite that I am a big degenerate and I love doctor exams. Actually, I love anything that gets my wife naked in battlefront of another man.

Massages, doc, nudist clubs…

But a doctor exam is the best. Not only will this unknown man see her completely au naturel in a minute, but he will palpate her all over. And finger her !

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

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

I knew she would try to get the gown on as fast as she could, but when she got her top off and was undoing her knickers I started feeling her breasts. She tried to labor me away. An argumentation we had had many times before. Every year in fact at her annual exam.

"semen on. You said I could sense you a petty before the exam."She knows I love this so a good deal. Finally she acquiesced and I felt her up as she took off her drawers and undies. I was in Eden. She was undressing for a strange man and I was feeling the most amazing business firm breasts.

I rubbed her nicely trimmed mound and slipped a fingerbreadth inside her. She pushed me away.

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

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

But I got my smell and my dick was rock hard.

I tried to win over her that if she was aroused the exam would be comfortable because her natural lubricants would allow the instruments and digit to slip in more than easily.

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

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

She looked so vulnerable and daunt and Young sitting there. Her thigh exposed nicely below the short exam night-robe. Erect nipples poking from under the flimsy gown. It was so hot. I felt bad for her cause I knew how frighten she was. But still I was rock backbreaking.

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

I knew she was scared of this guy and his fat fingerbreadth. Internal examination always hurt her. She has a little vaginal opening and I think it gets loaded if you do n't dilute it for a while. So I had not had sex with her for one month before this exam.

We both knew this would be unspeakable for her.

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

He did routine oculus and ear stuff and nonsense first. I was fascinated by how bantam she looked in his flagitious workforce. He moved her brain around and she looked like a doll.

Then he opened the gown in the back to listen to her lungs.

The opinion of her beautiful back and merchantman bare on the tabular array was heavenly.

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

She whispered,"Okay."

As he stood in front line of her, towering over her, his huge manpower picked up the gown on each articulatio humeri and dropped it in her lap. Completely exposing her yummy breasts to us.

And they are magnificent !

In my opinion.

At 33 her firm full B cup bosom still direct out on her chest. Barely any sag at all. Lips-red, silver-dollar-sized areola and shake hard nipples.

This first gear exposure is the best part of an exam for me and the opinion of exposing herself to a foreign man terrorizes her. I love this moment. In my nous it lasts minutes.

The Doctor and I both stared at my wife's bare chest. As we looked I could see the red blotch start to come out on her chest and belly. She was about as abashed as she could be. Here was this stranger just staring at her boob. It was so humiliating for her. And she knew I loved it, so that made her mad as well. She just stared past the Dr. at the wall.

After we just took in the view for what seemed like a long metre, the Dr. said,"alright."

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

He did this proficiency on both breasts just feeling the whole breast and rolling it around between his paw. Then he started pressing and lifting.

This is when she started wincing. Her breasts get very sore about a hebdomad before her period starts. And this was that take day, so they were extremely huffy already.

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

The Dr. seemed totally forgetful to her discomfort and just continued to mangle her soft beauties. And he was very rough with them. He squeezed them nasty than doctors usually do it seemed to me.

He finished with each boob by pinching with the finger's breadth of both hands underneath the chest and both ovolo on top.

He squeezed and slid his helping hand from the base all the way out to the end of her mammilla. This looked brutal, even if her white meat were n't already sore. It looked like he was trying to pull her off of the table by her breast.

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

"Owww !"she cried out.

As he said,"that looks good,"and turned away, my wife wiped the tear from her eyes and sat staring straight ahead. She hated us both. She loathed me for enjoying this misuse of her.

And, she knew the big was yet to come.

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

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

He said,"well lets do that real nimble 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 neck instead of tying it and walked over to the scale.

The position from my nates was magnificent. Her whole backrest and rear end and all of her legs were fully exposed to me.

Even after all these class of marriage, she is the most magnificent puppet in my notion. I could n't love her butt more. Firm and bouncy. World category. Her proficient feature.

She showed it to me as he took her weight and made her turn around for the height theatrical role. With her hand up holding the ties at her neck, the gown was lifted at the hem. I could just see her pink lips below the gown. And all of her fantastic, now fire-engine red, legs. Then she walked back to the test table giving the doctor the dramatic rear view I just had.

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

She meekly said,"okay."

He said,"slide down and put your foundation in the stirrup iron,"as he pulled the stirrups out and extended them. Blood rushed to my already over pressurized member. My clump actually started to hurt at this point.

I saw her side cringe as she knew he was about to count at her nearly knowledgeable region. Her fresh shaved intumescent pinko sassing !

She put her feet in the stirrups and I 'm sure enough that was his firstly opinion of her nicely plane slit lips.

I could see on her side that she knew it also. Her face had been tempestuous. It was her, ‘ I hate every man'side. But now it was her pock fount.

She hated being exposed to a stranger.

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

I could n't see him have-to doe with her bottomland, but he was finally satisfied and he lifted the nightgown up to her knees.

The way he left it blocked her opinion 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 agglomerate 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 hand on each of her endearing thigh and said,"first I will search everything over on the outside and make sure we do n't see anything unusual."The tone of his monstrous custody on her firm T. H. White thigh was AWESOME !

He pushed on her utter thighs and spread her pegleg and then turned his attention to her vagina. He poked her back talk, which I had shaved that morning. I left a decent patch in battlefront but trimmed where it goes out to the English too far, and from her clitoral thug down she was completely hairless.

When he first touched her, her unanimous body stiffened. Her knee closed and the Dr. had to tug them back open. He put his hand on her tiny knee and she looked like a child future to such a large man.

He touched her bare pussy lips and pressed on her hair covered mound. She seemed to motivate barely perceptibly. And I am sure involuntarily.

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

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

I stood up next to her and took her clinched fist in my paw to solace her. And I got a much better survey while standing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He explained that lubricator can interfere with the correct effect of a pap test, so you are not suppose to use any lubricant before you take the pap smear.

Doctors often put one finger's breadth in a woman 's vagina without any lubricant to locate the position and form of the neck. This tells them where to put the speculum to get a thoroughly scene of the cervix.

I believe they are also suppose to use this ‘ one fingerbreadth in the vagina'technique to determine the size of the opening. So they know what size speculum to use. But I have only known of one doctor who used anything other than a touchstone, enceinte Graves speculum.

A really big instrument for a small woman.

Anyways, this guy did use the heavy 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 early hand and just rammed his enormous finger's breadth into my panic-struck wife's tiny vagina.

She squealed and pulled back on the board some, and he said,"you 're all right. Just relax."

This was a completely dry finger shoved into a very dry vagina. In a char who was super tense from fear. It hurt. Alot. And him saying,"you're ok…"made her want to pop him.

He felt around and as he moved I felt her soundbox twitch and wriggle from the pain.

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

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

As I said, he pulled out a large graves speculum but he kept it low so she did not see how big it was. We had talked about the unlike sizes and she was suppose to ask him if he could use a small-scale size of it, but she was so freaked out she forgot. And, supposedly, so did I.

Again, he had not taken the pap smear yet, so with no lubricant he rammed this gravid, metal instrumental role into my wife's pink vagina. He just pushed. I could see her frail puffy pink rim pulled inward with the alloy device.

Again she pulled back on the table and this sentence in a very angry vocalization she shouted,"OUCH !"

He said,"I 'm sorry, but we cant use lubricant."He could stimulate opened her with one hand to make insertion soft. And he could have done it slowly instead of just pushing heavily. And, he could sustain used water supply as a kind of lubricant. Not great but better than dry. And as I said, he could have used a much humble speculum.

Again you could see tears welling up in her eyes.

He said,"I'll give you a 2d to aline to it."

In a few s he rotated the speculum and opened it. She squirmed and bit her lip and squeezed my hand and made minuscule whimpering sounds.

She kept jumping every time he moved it. It must have been terribly painful. The speculum was at to the lowest degree twice as wide as it should give birth been.

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

He took a pap slur 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 action, so I had a pretty honest view.

When he took the speculum out he did n't close down it any until only like a half inch of the broadsheet was still in spite of appearance her.

I have seen the technique of removing the speculum, and I know that they try to hold it candid as they remove it so they can see the side of meat of the vagina. To bet for lesions or anything that looks strange. But they try to close it as they are removing it because the end of the bills are lots all-encompassing than far up on the waist of the tool. buns telephone circuit. It hurt like hell. And it looked like he intended for it to hurt !

She made a sound and pulled back and squeezed my hand so hard. Her hand squeezes were a really a goodness feed back mechanism on her pain in the neck level. And that one hurt.

"Now I will do a digital exam,"he said,"and this time I can use lubricant so it habit be so uncomfortable."he had a ‘ pleased with himself'front on his face like that made the previous pain acceptable. I knew his uncaring attitude was making her madder. And ‘ uncomfortable,'is not how she would describe it.

He sat down and what my wife did n't see, but I did, made me squeeze her hand as strong as I could.

I 'm an enigma. I probably do n't really have sex what that means, but I am complicated. I love the pain sensation and her chagrin, but sometimes I hate it. Sometimes, for object lesson, at a naturist camp or something, I'll get all jealous and try to go on people from seeing her. But I really love showing her soundbox to strangers. Sometimes I want to protect her. This, for about thirty irregular, was one of those times.

I squeezed her hand as hard as I could and my innocent, compliant wife looked at me with a confused and scar look on her beautiful nerve. I was scared for the bother I knew she was about to sense. I wanted to hold back the ordeal. But then I looked at the vista, and my dick involuntarily jerked and spurted some precum.

The live on metre she had jumped from the pain, her foresightful curly hairsbreadth flew into her face and she had shaken it back. But did n't use her hand. So right now one lock of silky curl was stuck on the side of her thick lips. She was a beautiful creature. Her lips were begging for my penis. The brown silky curls pointing the way to her pure mouth.

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

She screamed, and I mean screamed,"OUCH !"As she sat erect and tried to rip away from the doctor ramming, and I mean ‘ ramming'TWO of his monstrous finger's breadth half cryptic into her vagina, aided by the rich lubricant. She later told me she was sure he had torn her peel 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, decent by her belly and held her in seat with that hand so she could not pull out any.

It was an awful sight. He completely surrounded her thigh with his vast paw so she could not move. And his fingers were buried secondly knuckle deep in my married woman's vagina.

He said,"ill give you a 2d to get used to that."

It was going to ask a lot More than a second. I am an average out guy, but honestly his index finger was nearly as blanket as my penis. 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 unfinished Edward White branch with two finger in my wife's vagina, then he started pushing on the satiny whisker of her President Bush. I had shaved her from her clitoral hood down. So from my emplacement I could see the au naturel backtalk of her puffy pink puss squeezing his fingers.

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

She had told him abut having urinary self-gratification and he said that he would essay her muscle flavor and that often strong-arm Therapy will solve the problem if it is just hapless muscles.

So with two digit still in her he said,"now I would like you to tweet my fingers as hard as you can when I say to. As if you are trying your respectable to view as 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 unattackable her vagina muscles are. And wow, they really are !

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

"Well that is not your issue. You have very good muscle whole step in your vagina. Do you do physical exertion ?"

My shy married woman answered immediately in a very lowly meek voice.

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

He continued to poke his fat fingers into her debase cunt for a really long time.

He shoved his fingers in as oceanic abyss as they would go. I could feel her relocation back as he did. When he located her ovaries and pinched them between his two enormous finger which were in her vagina and his other hired man on her belly, she squeaked and jumped and grimaced.

He did that on each position, and again, it seemed to me that he wanted to constitute it hurt 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 thick 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 finger back in her vagina as he put one in her bottom.

I could see the affright on her font as she wanted so a lot 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 keep back from screaming. For a second she had control. But he plunged deeper in a second and her head went back in a strained 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 lump were about to explode.

He took off his boxing glove and my married woman sat up, put her feet down and put the night-robe back on.

I was sad it was over but my globe couldn't take too much more. I'm sure 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 unnatural in the exam that would explain your unusual menstrual cycles,"he said.

"But your uterus and uterine cervix seemed a little corpse. I would expect to a greater extent mobility in the uterus of a woman your age. That could point something unnatural"

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

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

"Well they are very mutual and performed in a Dr. office so I thought you might have had one and be familiar spirit with the procedure.

He explained the procedure which involved holding the cervix with an especially horrible tool—my term, not his—they foretell a ‘ clinch'and putting a canula into the uterus through the cervix to collect cells. On the surface sounded fairly no big deal.

"If it were scheduled we could have recommended that you take some Tylenol before the function and that would all but pass any discomfort."

That could n't have been a bigger 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 huge lie.

So my married woman looked at me for my opinion and I just shrugged. I knew my desires would overturn any logic I had, so this had to be her decision.

And I was surprised to realize that even though I love medical erotica and interpret all sort of stuff about women and medicament, I did n't screw what this procedure was.

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

"Great. I'll get some supplying 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 magnificent bosom while I did. She was so out of it that she did n't even object. And they are howling. They stand out so firm on her chest. house and muscular. With rock-hard nipples begging to be bitten. I squeezed them and flopped them in my hand.

The doctor came back and the nanny with him.

She had a tray of tools.

The Doctor sat on the dejection at the end of the table and said,"okay, if you will lay back down and put your understructure up in the stirrups. This 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 seem to smart any less this clip. She grimaced and crawled back on the board before settling back down and allowing the metal instrument to fully fathom her.

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

When he had the instrument fully open he prepared a needle.

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

So the medical examination opinion, I think, is that because there are so few brass closing in the internal theatrical role of a consistence, that sometimes things like needles are n't felt at all. And sometimes its just a taking into custody because of so few nerve endings.

But sometimes thing hurt like hell. Or maybe some women have more nerve endings ? I dunno. But the ‘ bother'or ‘ muscle spasm'was n't close to what my wife seemed to experience.

As he plunged the first gear needle into her uterine cervix, her whole body stiffened as if she were suddenly electrocuted and every sinew in her soundbox was fully clenched. Her brain went back against the mesa and her back arched up and she was stiff as a board. Since she had the gown on with the opening night in the front, as she arched it fell open air completely exposing the breast farthest from me.

She barely started to relax and settle back to the table when he jabbed her again and she stiffened like that a second time.

I have never seen anything like that. The infliction must take been excruciating. I have seen her put up stack of harm including a founder rib and a broken in leg, but I have never seen her tense with infliction like that.

The third one was exactly the Saami. When she settled I saw that her cheek was covered in stew beadwork. She was panting and seemed out of breath. Her face was beetroot red.

The doctor was completely unmindful to her the whole clock time. With his attending all on her pussy.

"Now we need to open up your oz slightly. I will put in gradually larger pole. 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 point she was not going to pass on him the satisfaction of seeing her suffer out loud. She believes all doctors primary purpose is to inflict pain on women. Don't get her started on mamography.

Before the Dr. could adulterate her he needed to ‘ clamp'her cervix to hold it still. clinch is not an precise de***********ion of this gimmick called a tenaculum which is really two very signal deals that pierce the uterine cervix to go for on to it.

The peak are the size of it of a freshly sharpened pencil. That long of a point, maybe one poop inch, and a straight part behind the point so each point is about a half inch long. Its a brutal device.

He picked this affair up and I saw the decimal point and knew what he must be going to do with it. So I moved and went behind him. The nurse was on one side set over observance, and I went on the other side and bent down so I could see. I figured the worst was he would say go sit down. But he did n't seem to care.

He put the tool into her vagina and the points on either side of her neck and then squeezed them together with the handle and locked them closed.

SHE SCREAMED."OUCH !"But it was a crying sorting of ouch. A voice I have never heard out of her before. Her eyes were huge. She pulled back on her cubital joint and really pulled back from him a skilful foot on the table.

But he was holding the tenaculum which was piercing her cervix uteri. It looked as if he pulled her back down to the end of the table with the tenaculum. bout were streaming down her face. Her fists were clenched to her bureau as red and white knuckled as I have ever seen. She finally settled back down onto the board and the doctor immediately inserted a sound to stretch her out.

She pulled back and made a horrible sad speech sound. Still openly crying. The doctor still oblivious to her chemical reaction. Each rod caused her to make a face and pull up on the board. And bloodless knuckled each time.

Each turgid dilator hurt more it seemed. several time he said,"there you go. You're fine, Just relax."She bit her lip so heavily it was bleeding a trivial. I knew she wanted to give up him.

He used four auditory sensation then shoved in an extra long one to essay the profoundness of her womb. She again squeaked when he hit the back o her uterus.

Finally he shoved in the canula for taking the samples.

It was a plastic rod slightly minuscule than a husk. It has a rough possibility on one side and as you shove it in and out it scrapes electric cell info the tube which collects the sample.

It was much bigger than the expectant audio and again seemed to wound tremendously. As he shoved it in and out of her uterus through her now brutalized neck she was obviously in excruciation. He pulled on the tenaculum as he shoved the rod in and pushed on the torture twist as he pulled the rod out.

She threw her fountainhead from position to side and arched her backrest with each inward thrust. She was sort of grunting with painful sensation. The surgical gown was completely open from her activity and her breasts bounced magnificently on her sweaty chest. Her nipples were foresighted than I have ever seen. It was obscene ! weeping streamed down her cheeks. I was certain she was about to shout ‘ STOP.'

‘ NO Sir Thomas More !'

But she just cried and flopped about.

Finally he was done and pulled the canual out and gave it to the nurse. He opened the tenaculum but the compass point seemed to be stuck in the muddle they had made in her cervix. And it was bleeding. The doctor had to wiggle them and then jerk them out to free them.

She jumped and screamed.

He handed the creature to the nanny who was already at the threshold and he said, merrily,"all done, you can get dressed now."

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

I helped her put her cloths on.

After I took some exposure of course. I made her sit on the exam tabular array again. But nude sculpture, and I took pics. Then I made her lay back. Then I wanted one with my finger's breadth in her but when I pushed my finger's breadth in she snapped back to reality and just said,"no,"and jumped up and got dressed. I took more photograph as she got dressed.

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

The biopsy turned up null and her menstruation went back to convention on their own.

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

That doc's office was closed next year when I called and he was no longer in the topical anaesthetic itemisation .