(you know, gynocologists are an easy target for someone like me. i’ve recently added a gyno tale to my masturbation fantasies, and thought…why haven’t i done *more* of these?)

She knew the drill. Feet in the stirrups, butt scootched forward to the edge. Knees wide, pussy bared for anyone to view. You’d think one would get used to it, she mused, having an annual checkup for all of her adult years. You did something 20 or so times, it should get easier.

It didn’t.

Added to that embarrassment factor, having a new doctor, her prior one having retired, and it totally tipped the scales into “oh fuck, why” status. Oh, it could be, should be a good thing. Certainly her old doctor wasn’t “perfect”– he could be a bit rough at times, but that was old school. The door opened, interrupting her musings. And fuck! Did he have to be so striking? His eyes were amber, and sparkling. Sure, and wasn’t it totally obvious that the man loved his work, handling women’s pussies all day, the snarky side of her brain chirped.

“Ms. Melissa West? I’m Dr. Berman. Nice to meet you. I understand you were a patient of Dr. Nesmer…?” At her nod he continued. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve inherited a lot of his patients, and I understand that it can be hard to transition to a new doctor, let alone an OBGYN.”

He paused, shaking her hand, then holding it for a moment.

“I want to reassure you, things have advanced greatly in the gynecological field in the last 20 years or so. Things are vastly improved for your comfort. So lay back, relax, and let’s get on with things, okay?”

A nurse with twinkling blue eyes came in and moved to stand beside her.

“A few new things with this new chair. Let’s adjust you. Can you scootch back a bit…it’s so uncomfortable to have your fanny hanging off like that, isn’t it?”

The nurse, young and perky, kept up a cheerful patter as she adjusted the headrest, adjusted arm rests, fastened a series of straps around wrists, ankles, and waist. With a last cheery smile and a light finger stroke down her arm, the nurse turned away. Taking up a light cotton cover, the pretty assistant spread that over her belly, up and over her knees, effectively blocking any view of the handsome doctor as he moved to sit between her legs.

From the end of the table, she felt and heard a drawer open, shut. A warm gloved hand pressed against her pussy. The shiver was quick, a mix of nerves and to her embarrassment, pleasure.

“The first change is to use warm instruments. So much more comfortable. But even before that, a new policy change here.”

He leaned around her left knee, staring intently at her.

“When I did  my thesis for my doctorate, I noted that my sexual partners were always very limpid and relaxed after having several orgasms.”

She blinked. Did he mean to infer….

“Therefore,” he went on, ignoring her suddenly open mouth, “I’ve begun giving all patients sets of multiple orgasms before doing any internal examination. Relax. Have fun.”

His head disappeared behind her veiled knees once more. There was a squirt of something warm and wet against her.

“Lube” the doctor’s voice announced cheerily.

Fingers began caressing her outer lips, her clitoris, down around her anus and back up. Pinching and pulling and rubbing.

The moan escaped before she could snatch it back.

“That’s good, honey,” the nurse crooned, rubbing Melissa’s shoulder as she watched the doctor. “I’ll leave you to his care now. Doctor, I’ll go do the check in with your next patient.”

“Thank you Dee,” he murmured. There was a humming buzz and something pressed against her clit. She arched, whimpering, not noticing or caring that the nurse had left, quietly shutting the door behind herself. Although…wasn’t she supposed to stay?  It seemed that something wasn’t the way it was supposed to be…

The thought flew from her mind as fingers massaged in and out of her pussy, as the vibe rumbled merrily against her clit. The first orgasm hit like a velvet wall, the waving undulations shocking her.

“Tender on the clit, but ah well, science must be observed,” he said, his voice a million miles away between her splayed thighs. The vibe stayed on her clit, making her moan and squirm to get away. Three fingers began sliding into and out of her sensitive pussy, as she quivered and shuddered. It was too much, too much sensation. Pleasure wrapped in pain, another orgasm sent her reeling. And still the vibe played against her pussy, making her clit scream. She couldn’t move away, couldn’t resist.

“Good little pussy, get all that juice in here for me…”

The next orgasm swamped her, made her fall into the darkness as her cunt convulsed. The blanket pressed aside, and she swore she felt something hard and thick enter her, yet her pussy clamped and convulsed so hard and it was so dark and …


She woke slowly, a bit groggy. Her pussy throbbed. The doctor entered the room.

“Your exam came out fine, Ms. West. No signs of any anomaly. I would recommend that you work towards having an orgasm a week-not your old-style OBGYN here, Miss.”

He smiled down into her bemused face.

“Using the parts in there is a good thing. Have a wonderful day. See you soon.”

Patting her hand, he slipped silently from the room. Sliding into her shoes she tried to remember when she had ever felt this loose and limber. She scheduled her next appointment at the front window, little realizing that she’d be back much sooner, with a wee, plus-sign-marked ‘stick’ in hand. For she didn’t leave alone.

She was full of swimmers.





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