Patient figure : Marie Davidson

33years. 120Pounds. 5'4 ”.

My wife was going to get her annual all over physical. She had never seen this Doctor before. We just found him in the local listings.

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

I could see the veneration on her human face as we waited and waited.

After a 45 arcminute postponement because the doctor had some variety of emergency he had to deal with, the door opened and the medico came in. The retentive wait and the anticipation made us both as wound up as mass can be. Every nerve in my consistence felt galvanising. And then ...

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

This guy was HUGE !

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

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

We both stood to recognize him as he suck out his manus to shake mine first.

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

Then he shake my wife's paw and her tiny script completely disappeared into the meaty fist and I saw the repugnance on her face as she stared at his tremendous hired man. She knew that those walloping digit would soon try to imbue her touchy vagina and that thought terrified her.

We all sat while he asked some questions. The only health check business concern she had was that she had been bleeding very clayey last few full stop. And having lots of pain and some incontinence.

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

I could n't give up staring at his immense fingers.

Then he said the Good Book I had been waiting to hear,

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

I might feature forgotten to mention that I am a big deviant and I love doctor test. Actually, I love anything that gets my wife naked in nominal head of another man.

Massages, Doctors, naturist clubs…

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

The twinkling he said,"acquire off all of your clothes ..."my shaft grew ten times.

She started to tear 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 bloomers I started feeling her white meat. She tried to push me away. An parameter we had had many times before. Every twelvemonth in fact at her annual exam.

"Come on. You said I could feel you a little before the exam."She knows I love this so much. Finally she acquiesced and I felt her up as she took off her pants and undies. I was in heaven. She was undressing for a strange man and I was feeling the most amazing firm breasts.

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

I protested, and begged,"just a little 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 hard.

I tried to win over her that if she was aroused the examination would be well-off because her natural lubricants would allow the instruments and fingers to slide in more easily.

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

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

She looked so vulnerable and scared and youthful sitting there. Her second joint exposed nicely below the short exam night-robe. Erect tit poking from under the cut gown. It was so hot. I felt bad for her cause I knew how frighten away 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 fingerbreadth. Internal exam always hurt her. She has a small vaginal opening and I think it gets miserly if you do n't stretch it for a while. So I had not had sex with her for one calendar 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 first. I was fascinated by how tiny she looked in his flagitious hands. He moved her head around and she looked like a doll.

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

The view of her beautiful back and arse bare on the table was heavenly.

When he was done he went to the straw man and said,"lets have a look at your white meat now."

She whispered,"Okay."

As he stood in figurehead of her, towering over her, his huge handwriting picked up the gown on each berm and dropped it in her lap. Completely exposing her luscious white meat to us.

And they are magnificent !

In my opinion.

At 33 her house entire B cup knocker still steer out on her chest. Barely any sag at all. Lips-red, silver-dollar-sized ring of color and rock laborious nipples.

This first exposure is the best parting of an exam for me and the view of exposing herself to a strange man terrorizes her. I love this moment. In my mind it lasts minutes.

The Doctor of the Church and I both stared at my wife's bare thorax. As we looked I could see the red splotches start to look on her chest and belly. She was about as embarrassed as she could be. Here was this stranger just staring at her breasts. 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 tenacious fourth dimension, the doctor said,"alright."

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

He did this proficiency on both titty just feeling the entirely chest and rolling it around between his hands. Then he started pressing and lifting.

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

As he pushed and squeezed her breasts she winced and squirmed more than and more. I could see tears welling up in her eyes. That was strange. It did n't usually hurt that a great deal, but sometimes they are very sore from her cycle.

The doctor seemed totally oblivious to her uncomfortableness and just continued to maul her finespun knockout. And he was very rocky with them. He squeezed them sozzled than doc usually do it seemed to me.

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

He squeezed and slid his hired hand from the base all the way out to the end of her tit. This looked brutal, even if her white meat were n't already sore. It looked like he was trying to root for 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 motility on her other breast.

"Owww !"she cried out.

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

And, she knew the worst was yet to come.

The doctor turned back with the chart in his bridge player and asked,"did n't the nursemaid get your weight and BP ?"

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

He said,"well lets do that material nimble if you will ill-use over here,"as he walked to the upright weighing machine 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 view from my seat was magnificent. Her solid back and bottom and all of her leg were fully exposed to me.

Even after all these years of wedding, she is the most magnificent creature in my opinion. I could n't have intercourse her butt more. Firm and bouncy. World socio-economic class. Her best feature.

She showed it to me as he took her weight unit and made her tour around for the height part. With her hired hand up holding the ties at her cervix, the gown was lifted at the hem. I could just see her pink sass below the gown. And all of her fantastic, now fire-engine red, legs. Then she walked back to the exam table giving the MD the spectacular rear purview I just had.

He said,"alright Army of the Righteous do the pelvic exam now."

She meekly said,"okay."

He said,"slide down and put your feet in the stirrup,"as he pulled the stapes out and extended them. stemma rushed to my already over pressurized penis. My balls actually started to ache at this point.

I saw her side cringe as she knew he was about to look at her most cozy parts. Her freshly shaved puffy pink lips !

She put her feet in the stirrups and I 'm surely that was his number 1 view of her nicely shaved pussy lips.

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

She hated being exposed to a stranger.

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

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

The way he left it blocked her scene of him and what was happening, and she hated it when Doctor of the Church 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 adorable thigh and said,"first I will look everything over on the outside and make sure we do n't see anything unusual."The face of his monstrous hands on her house white thighs was AWESOME !

He pushed on her perfect thigh and spread her legs and then turned his attention to her vagina. He poked her back talk, which I had shaved that morning. I left a nice maculation in nominal head but trimmed where it goes out to the position too far, and from her clitoral hood down she was completely hairless.

When he first touched her, her whole body stiffened. Her knees closed and the doctor had to push them back afford. He put his hand on her tiny knee and she looked like a nestling next to such a large man.

He touched her bare purulent mouth and pressed on her hair covered mound. She seemed to proceed barely perceptibly. And I am trusted involuntarily.

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

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

I stood up succeeding to her and took her clinch clenched fist in my hand to solace her. And I got a much bettor view while standing.

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

He slipped one finger barely into her and pinched her fat turgid lips to check some secretory organ he explained.

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

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

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

So it is significant to make out 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 interfere with the set results of a pap test, so you are not suppose to use any lubricating substance before you take the pap smear.

medico often put one finger in a cleaning woman 's vagina without any lubricant to locate the placement and shape of the cervix. This tells them where to put the speculum to get a good view of the cervix.

I believe they are also suppose to use this ‘ one finger 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 physician who used anything other than a standard, large grave accent speculum.

A really big legal document for a small woman.

Anyways, this guy did use the large Stephanie Graf, but we are not there yet.

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

After he told her what he was going to do, he spread her lips some with his other helping hand and just rammed his enormous finger into my terrified wife's tiny vagina.

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

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

He felt around and as he moved I felt her organic structure twitch and squirm from the pain.

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

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

As I said, he pulled out a large Stephanie Graf speculum but he kept it low so she did not see how big it was. We had talked about the dissimilar sizes and she was hypothecate to ask him if he could use a belittled size, 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 large, metallic element instrument into my wife's pink vagina. He just pushed. I could see her touchy puffy pink backtalk pulled inward with the metal gimmick.

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

He said,"I 'm no-good, but we cant use lubricant."He could have opened her with one handwriting to build insertion easier. And he could have got done it slowly instead of just pushing hard. And, he could ingest used water system as a kind of lubricating substance. Not great but dependable than dry. And as I said, he could have used a much smaller speculum.

Again you could see tears welling up in her eyes.

He said,"I'll give you a arcsecond 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 hand and made small-scale mewl phone.

She kept jumping every metre he moved it. It must have been terribly painful. The speculum was at least twice as spacious as it should experience been.

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

He took a pap spot 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 cumulus at the action at law, so I had a pretty adept view.

When he took the speculum out he did n't close up it any until only like a one-half inch of the greenback was still within her.

I have seen the technique of removing the speculum, and I know that they try to keep it open as they remove it so they can see the incline of the vagina. To front for lesions or anything that looks unusual. But they try to close it as they are removing it because the end of the posting are very much wider than farther up on the waist of the tool. Bottom seam. It hurt like hell. And it looked like he intended for it to hurt !

She made a strait and pulled back and squeezed my hand so hard. Her hand hug were a really a effective feed back mechanics on her painful sensation level. And that one hurt.

"Now I will do a digital exam,"he said,"and this clock time I can use lubricating substance so it habit be so uncomfortable."he had a ‘ pleased with himself'reckon on his case like that made the previous pain satisfactory. I knew his thoughtless attitude was making her madder. And ‘ uncomfortable,'is not how she would key 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 live what that means, but I am complicated. I love the pain and her humiliation, but sometimes I hate it. Sometimes, for example, at a nudist pack or something, I'll get all jealous and try to keep mass from seeing her. But I really love showing her body to unknown. Sometimes I want to protect her. This, for about thirty seconds, was one of those times.

I squeezed her bridge player as arduous as I could and my innocent, compliant wife looked at me with a at sea and pock look on her beautiful font. I was scared for the nuisance I knew she was about to finger. I wanted to stop the ordeal. But then I looked at the prospect, and my gumshoe involuntarily jerked and spurted some precum.

The last metre she had jumped from the pain sensation, her long curly whisker flew into her brass and she had shaken it back. But did n't use her hands. So right now one lock of satiny curls was stuck on the side of her thick back talk. She was a beautiful creature. Her lip were begging for my penis. The brown silky curls pointing the way to her perfect mouth.

Her center changed quickly to terrified as she saw the 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 grievous finger half late into her vagina, aided by the plentiful lubricant. She later told me she was sure he had torn her peel when he did that. The pain was so intense. She said it felt like a knife cut her lips.

He had his other hand over her thigh, right wing by her belly and held her in position with that script so she could not tear out any.

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

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

It was going to take a lot more than a s. I am an norm guy, but honestly his index finger was nearly as wide 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 touch amount.

She settled back onto the table and onto his fingers.

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

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

She had told him abut having urinary dissoluteness and he said that he would essay her muscle tone and that often forcible Therapy will puzzle out the trouble if it is just poor 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 practiced to hold back an overfull bladder."

"okey, squeeze."his eyebrow went up as he exclaimed,"oh ! Very good."he twisted his digit in her vagina, then he said,"and again."and again he said,"Excellent !"

He seemed genuinely surprised at how substantial 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 result. You have very good muscle feel 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 crack stiff muscles.

He continued to nose his fat fingers into her stretched cunt for a really farsighted time.

He shoved his fingerbreadth in as deep as they would go. I could feel her motility back as he did. When he located her ovaries and pinched them between his two enormous finger's breadth which were in her vagina and his former 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 puddle it hurt more than 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 deeper than half way.

Finally he, and she, had had enough and he pulled his sopping foamy finger's breadth out of her and her vagina immediately snapped shut.

And then, as he was doing it, so she had no monition, 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 scourge on her typeface as she wanted so practically to shout NOOO ! ! ! I know she was picturing the size of it of those huge fingers.

But he did it and she pulled away and bit her lip to observe from screaming. For a second she had command. But he plunged deeper in a s and her head went back in a constrained torture 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 chunk were about to explode.

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

I was sad it was over but my balls couldn't accept too much more. I'm sure she was so thankful it was finally over.

But the Doctor of the Church wasn't done with us yet.

"So I did n't see anything really abnormal in the examination that would explain your strange menstrual cycle per second,"he said.

"But your womb and cervix seemed a little stiff. I would gestate Thomas More mobility in the uterus of a adult female your age. That could indicate something abnormal"

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

She looked at me lost and I said,"no I do n't think so."

"wellspring they are very coarse and performed in a Dr. office so I thought you might let had one and be associate with the procedure.

He explained the function which involved holding the cervix with an especially horrible tool—my full term, not his—they predict 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 possess recommended that you take some Tempra before the function and that would all but wipe out any discomfort."

That could n't ingest been a bigger lie.

"But if you want to get it now and get it over with I have done many without Tempra. 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 wife looked at me for my opinion and I just shrugged. I knew my desires would override any logic I had, so this had to be her decision.

And I was surprised to realize that even though I love aesculapian erotica and interpret all variety of stuff about cleaning lady and medicine, I did n't know what this routine was.

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

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

I hugged her as she sat on the end of the exam board. And of course I felt up her magnificent titties while I did. She was so out of it that she did n't even object. And they are tremendous. They stand out so firm on her chest. Firm 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 nursemaid with him.

She had a tray of tools.

The doctor sat on the stool at the end of the tabular array and said,"okay, if you will lay back down and put your animal foot up in the stirrups. This metre she wiggled her bottom down to the end of the exam tabular array 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 hurt any less this sentence. She grimaced and crawled back on the table before settling back down and allowing the metallic element legal instrument to fully penetrate her.

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

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

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

So the medical belief, I think, is that because there are so few heart termination in the inner share of a soundbox, that sometimes affair like needle are n't felt at all. And sometimes its just a pinch because of so few nerve close.

But sometimes things hurt like hell. Or maybe some adult female have more face endings ? I dunno. But the ‘ pain'or ‘ cramp'was n't close to what my wife seemed to experience.

As he plunged the first needle into her cervix, her whole body stiffened as if she were suddenly electrocuted and every muscle in her body was fully clenched. Her head went back against the table and her backbone arched up and she was pie-eyed as a board. Since she had the gown on with the gap in the front line, as she arched it fell unresolved completely exposing the tit farthest from me.

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

I have never seen anything like that. The pain must have been excruciating. I have seen her suffer lots of injuries including a broken rib and a broken leg, but I have never seen her tense with pain like that.

The tertiary one was exactly the same. When she settled I saw that her face was covered in sweat beads. She was panting and seemed out of breath. Her face was common beet red.

The doctor was completely forgetful to her the whole time. With his care all on her pussy.

"Now we need to open your oz slightly. I will put in gradually larger rod. You should n't sense anything.

She did.

She later told me they hurt like hell. But she said she hated him so much at that power point she was not going to devote him the expiation of seeing her suffer out loud. She believes all doctors primary intent is to inflict painfulness on charwoman. Don't get her started on mamography.

Before the Doctor could stretch along her he needed to ‘ clamp'her cervix uteri to view as it still. Clamp is not an exact de***********ion of this device called a tenaculum which is really two very steer sight that pierce the neck to restrain on to it.

The points are the size of a freshly sharpened pencil. That long of a point, maybe one quarter inch, and a true portion behind the level so each point is about a half column inch long. Its a vicious device.

He picked this thing up and I saw the head and knew what he must be going to do with it. So I moved and went behind him. The nurse was on one position bent over watching, and I went on the other incline and hang 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 full stop on either side of her cervix uteri and then squeezed them together with the handgrip and locked them closed.

SHE SCREAMED."OUCH !"But it was a crying form of ouch. A vocalization I have never heard out of her before. Her eyes were huge. She pulled back on her elbows and really pulled back from him a good 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. weeping were streaming down her boldness. Her fists were clenched to her chest of drawers as red and tweed knuckled as I have ever seen. She finally settled back down onto the table and the doctor immediately inserted a auditory sensation to unfold her out.

She pulled back and made a horrible sad sound. Still openly crying. The doctor still oblivious to her reaction. Each rod caused her to grimace and draw out up on the table. And T. H. White knuckled each time.

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

He used four sound then shoved in an surplus long one to test the profundity of her uterus. 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 littler than a drinking straw. It has a scratchy opening night 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 prominent sound and again seemed to offend 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 torture device as he pulled the rod out.

She threw her head from side to side and arched her rachis with each inward jab. She was sort of grunting with bother. The surgical gown was completely undefendable from her activeness and her breasts bounced magnificently on her sweaty pectus. Her nipples were longer than I have ever seen. It was obscene ! Tears streamed down her face. 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 nanny. He opened the tenaculum but the points seemed to be stuck in the jam they had made in her cervix uteri. And it was bleeding. The doctor had to wiggle them and then jerk them out to unblock them.

She jumped and screamed.

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

bust streamed down her cheeks.

I helped her put her material on.

After I took some pic of course. I made her sit on the exam table again. But au naturel, and I took picture. Then I made her lay back. Then I wanted one with my finger in her but when I pushed my finger in she snapped back to realism and just said,"no,"and jumped up and got dressed. I took more pics as she got dressed.

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

The biopsy turned up nada and her point went back to normal on their own.

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

That doctor's agency was closed adjacent yr when I called and he was no longer in the local listings .