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  "Now put your arms up behind your head," he commanded.

  Knowing that I didn't have a choice, I reluctantly did so. I knew that my breasts must be jutting up toward the ceiling, and having them on display like this made me feel incredibly self-conscious.

  And then Dr. Bennett took my left breast in his hand and began to massage it methodically. The wetness between my legs was distracting now, and I was grateful that he'd put the stethoscope away since my pulse had to be positively racing at this point.

  His thumb glanced across my nipple, and I felt myself tremble.

  Dr. Bennett didn't seem to notice, turning his attention now to my other breast, which he also began to massage in a deliberate, methodical manner. I forced myself to breathe deeply, to try to ignore the strange sensations that the doctor's innocent examination was causing me to feel.

  “Are you attracted to your boyfriend?” the doctor asked, kneading my breast tissue as he spoke.

  I forced myself to actually speak this time, to act normal. "Yes, of course I am," I said.

  But as the doctor circled my nipple with his thumb, causing small sparks of electricity to travel down from my breast to my pussy, I knew that I'd lied.

  Sure, I'd thought that I was attracted to Mike. He was cute enough, popular, friendly. On the surface, he checked all of the right boxes.

  Yet he'd never made me feel like this.

  It wasn't lost on me that Dr. Bennett hadn't replied to my lie. He'd simply continued his slow, deliberate examination of my breast.

  Although he had no way of knowing it was a lie, right? The doctor's hands on my chest were making it difficult for me to think straight.

  "Your overall health seems fine, Ms. Jones," Dr. Bennett said, his hand moving from my breast, tracing along my ribcage as he spoke. "Other than your pulse, that is. So we'll proceed with the gynecological examination next in order to rule out any underlying physical abnormalities—or correct them if I find any."

  The doctor was now pressing gently on my abdomen, just below my navel. I held my breath as his hand slowly traveled lower, gently pressing into my creamy skin.

  "If you'd prefer, I can arrange for a nurse to be present for the gynecological portion of the exam," the doctor said, his hand now just above where my pubic hair would have started if I hadn't gotten waxed prior to my appointment. But because I had waxed, I knew that there were no barriers between where his hand now rested and my throbbing clit.

  All I could think of was how badly I wanted his hand to drift even lower. It would take so little for his fingers to brush against my clit, the same way they had ghosted over my nipples. All the blood had rushed to my pussy. I needed him to touch me there. I felt as if I'd die if he didn't.

  "Ms. Jones? Would you or would you not like for a nurse to be present during your gynecological exam?" Dr. Bennett asked impatiently.

  Embarrassed that I hadn't realized he'd asked a question, I said, "Oh!"

  Then, realizing that he was still waiting for an answer, I said in as normal-sounding of a voice as I could muster, "No, the nurse isn't necessary. Please go ahead."

  I blushed, wondering if that had been the wrong answer? But I was already so inappropriately aroused by the doctor's exam, and I couldn't stand the thought of the nurse also bearing witness to my humiliation.

  The doctor pushed a button on the side of the table, and a pair of metal stirrups appeared.

  "Scoot down, please," he said in a calm voice. "Then place your feet in the stirrups."

  I did as the doctor ordered, feeling both awkward and exposed as I adjusted my position so that my feet were in the stirrups. While I arranged myself, the doctor pulled a stool up to the foot of the table and positioned himself between my legs. He then pulled on a pair of gloves.

  I felt a mixture of desire and shame at the realization that he had an unobstructed view of my wet teenage pussy.

  But then he began to examine my pussy lips with his gloved hands and I found that I could think of nothing except how badly I wanted this sexy older man. As his fingers parted and stroked my wet folds, he inclined his head so that when he spoke next, I could feel his hot breath blowing against my wet, aching flesh.

  "Everything appears visually normal on the outside, but then it would be quite unusual for it to not," the doctor said, every word causing a frisson of desire to run through me. "I'll start with just a finger, rather than using any instruments, while I ascertain if you're as tight as you claim to be. Normally, I'd start with lube in a case like this, but it appears that that will be unnecessary. At least to start."

  I blushed at the implications of his comment. I'd known that I couldn't hide my arousal from him, but I still felt embarrassed that he'd alluded to it so openly. And so casually.

  And then I felt a single gloved finger breech my tight hole and I forgot to feel ashamed. I only knew that one finger wouldn't be enough. I needed more.

  "Hmm," Dr. Bennett murmured, rubbing the inside of my pussy with his finger. "Yes, you are quite narrow, very good muscle tone. We'll try two fingers to see if I can loosen you up a bit before we move on to the speculum."

  I gasped as he slid a second finger in to join the first, realizing belatedly that perhaps I should have warned him about the difficulties Mike had encountered. Despite my arousal, the sensation of the doctor's fingers in my tight, virgin pussy was nearly overwhelming. I felt so full, just on the edge of what I could tolerate.

  "Try to relax, Ms. Jones. It will make this easier," the doctor admonished.

  I forced myself to take slow, deep breaths as Dr. Bennett began to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of my tight hole, but it was difficult. I felt so full, and every time he moved his fingers I was hit by a little jolt of pleasure mixed with pain. Unable to remain still, I squirmed at the uncomfortable intrusion.

  The doctor placed his free hand on my pubic mound, just above my clitoris, steadying my hips and holding me in place.

  "Breathe, Ms. Jones. This is necessary if you hope to ever be able to have intercourse. You do desire that, don't you?" he asked.

  "Yes, doctor. I'm sorry. It's just . . . a lot," I admitted, ashamed.

  Dr. Bennett didn't respond, but he moved the hand holding me in place slightly lower. His thumb brushed over my throbbing clit. Once. Then again.

  Unable to help myself, I moaned and then cried out as he began to rub my clit more insistently, his thumb passing over it with light, firm strokes. I felt my whole body begin to shake.

  "Now, I want you to press yourself down against my fingers," he ordered.

  I hesitated. Wouldn't that hurt?

  Dr. Bennett stilled his thumb on my clit, and the delicious teasing came to an end, yet my entire body still shook. I could feel the wetness trickling out of my pussy, coating the doctor's fingers. I felt strange sensations both in my clit and deep in my core, beyond where the doctor's fingers reached.

  When he spoke, his voice was stern. "Ms. Jones. Kelly. This isn't going to work without your cooperation. Your pussy is quite tight."

  Feeling chastened, I pushed myself down against his fingers, as I did, he moved them inside me in a new manner while resuming his tease of my clit. Something about the way he moved the fingers inside me caused a small explosion of pure bliss.

  I felt myself gripped by pleasurable convulsions that I couldn't control and realized that I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. My pussy clenched around the doctor's fingers, and I cried out as a gush of fluid coated his hand.

  The doctor removed his fingers from my pussy. I lay on the exam table, legs still spread wide before him, heart racing, still overcome by the strange sensations he'd made me feel, trying to catch my breath.

  The doctor stood and removed the gloves, tossing them into the trash.

  I felt a rush of disappointment. The exam was over already? It seemed too soon. Yes, the doctor's fingers had stretched me some, but I instinctively knew that my pussy was still too tight to accommodate a cock.

  I stared up at the ceiling, mortified. Maybe Dr. Bennett was upset about how I'd responded, and if I apologized—

  I felt the table begin to move beneath me and realized that Dr. Bennett must have pushed a button to adjust it. When the table stopped, I was sitting in a slightly reclined position, my pussy still exposed to full view. Dr. Bennett stood in front of me, a serious expression on his face.

  "Kelly, yours may be the tightest pussy that I've encountered over the course of my career. We have a few options that we could explore at this point," he said in a somber voice.

  Nervously, I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

  "I could continue to manually stretch you, although it would be a slow process and might take many appointments. Another option would be for me to use instruments to stretch you open, allowing me to remove your hymen with a hooklike instrument. This option would likely be quite painful for you," he said, carefully watching my expression.

  I considered how to respond, looking at the doctor with what I knew must be an expression of fear. Neither option sounded good. I was so tired of being a virgin. I didn't want to have to wait for several more appointments! But the instruments sounded terrifying . . .

  "There is a third option," the doctor continued when I didn't speak. "Although it's somewhat unorthodox."

  When he didn't elaborate, I forced myself to say, "Yes, doctor? What is it?"

  "The third option, Kelly, is that I fuck your teenage pussy," Dr. Bennett said, his hand on his belt buckle. "It will still hurt, but unlike with the instruments, it will be pleasurable as well. And once your hymen is breeched, intercourse should become somewhat easier, although you will likely remain incredibly tight for quite some time."

  What the doctor was proposing was outrageous, but I found that I really didn't need
to consider it at all. As soon as he said it, I knew that it was the only option that made sense.

  I nodded, then forced myself to say, "Yes, doctor. Please. Take my virginity."

  "That's a good girl. I'm glad that you're approaching this sensibly," he said, undoing his belt buckle and lowering his trousers and boxers.

  I gave a little cry of surprise. The doctor's cock was even larger than Mike's. And it was very, very hard. A tiny drop of precum glistened on the tip.

  I felt lightheaded. Maybe I'd made the wrong decision. How could something so large ever fit inside of me when my boyfriend's much smaller cock had been too much?

  I felt a light touch then on my pussy. Dr. Bennett began to gently stroke my clit.

  "Breathe, Kelly," he said as he continued to rub my most sensitive place with slow, firm circles.

  I did as the doctor directed, feeling myself simultaneously becoming both more relaxed and more aroused.

  "That's a girl. It's okay to be nervous your first time, but it will hurt less for you if you're more relaxed," he said, speaking a low, soothing voice. "I suspect that part of the trouble you had with your boyfriend was that he put too much pressure on you, was too impatient."

  I nodded, the doctor's words making sense. My thighs began to shake as the doctor's stimulation of my clit became more insistent, jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.

  "You're a very attractive girl, Kelly. It pleases me very much that you came here today, that you're trusting me with this."

  The doctor stepped closer to the exam table as he spoke. I felt a slight pressure on my opening as he positioned his cock there.

  "Close your eyes, Kelly. Take deep breaths. Focus on the good things that I'm making you feel."

  I did as the doctor commanded, allowing my eyes to drift close. His voice was hypnotic as he continued speaking, telling me how gorgeous I was, how good he was going to make me feel.

  At this point, the tingling in my clit was intense. The pleasurable sensations in my pussy radiated outward. My whole body felt alive with desire.

  On one level, I was aware of the thick head of the doctor's cock slowly pushing its way into my tight channel, but it was hard to focus on that when all of the other sensations he was making me feel were so all-consuming.

  He had me so close. I could feel that I was on the edge of an even greater orgasm than the one I'd had before. As his long, thick cock entered me, stretching me inch by inch, I felt a slight stinging sensation, but it was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that was building in my core.

  The doctor was so large, and my pussy was so small. But suddenly I knew that it didn't matter. Even though being stretched by his massive cock hurt, it paradoxically felt really, really good at the same time. The farther he sheathed himself in me, the more my pleasure built.

  "That's a good girl," he said, still stroking my clit but holding his cock still for a moment as my body adjusted to the feel of having him inside me. "When I say the word, Kelly, you're going to come for me."

  If I'd been told that morning that I was going to orgasm on command for a strange man, I wouldn't have believed it. But as Dr. Bennett said the words, I knew deep down in my being that they were true.

  The movements of his thumb over my sensitive bud were too exquisite, too practiced and skillful for me to do anything but come undone at the moment that he chose. My whole body was on fire with desire, trembling with it, and all it would take—

  "Now, Kelly. Come for me," Dr. Bennett said, pressing down on my clit and thrusting his hips forward forcefully at the same time. With his free hand, he reached up and covered my mouth, and it was a good thing that he did because I let out a cry that would have caused half the clinic to come running if he hadn't had the foresight to muffle my scream.

  My world exploded. In the same instant, I felt a tearing pain more intense than any I'd ever known and an all-consuming wave of bliss. My orgasm crashed over me, building in intensity as the virile older man began to forcefully fuck my soaking wet cunt.

  With each powerful thrust of his hips, I felt my virgin pussy stretch and my bliss build. My awareness contracted, focused entirely on the sensations in my pussy. The entire world disappeared except for Dr. Bennett, his cock, and my burning need to be fucked by him again and again.

  The doctor removed his hand from my mouth and gripping both of my hips, began to pound me even harder. I bit my lip, determined not to cry out as his thrusts became more erratic, more demanding.

  "I'm going to come, Kelly. I'm going to fill your teenage pussy with my seed," the doctor said, his voice a growl.

  And then he did, my pussy contracting around his huge cock as he filled me with jet after jet of his cum.

  My appointment with Dr. Bennett only partially solved my problem. Thanks to his assistance, I was no longer a virgin. But I never did manage to have sex with Mike.

  I'm sure that I could have, but I broke up with him instead.

  You see, my experience with the doctor helped me to realize that I prefer older men. After the mind-blowing orgasms I'd had with Dr. Bennett, the thought of submitting to Mike's fumbling attempts just simply didn't appeal to me. So I dumped him.

  When I told Jessica what had happened at my appointment, she was both shocked and envious. She said that she was going to make an appointment with the sexy silver fox and simply lie and say that she was a virgin too and needed his help.

  Somehow, it seems unlikely that he'll fall for such a transparent ruse, but I hope that he does. She is my best friend, after all, and I want the best for her. And Dr. Bennett is definitely the best.

  I have another appointment with him next week.

  An Excerpt from Examined for the First Time

  While Dr. Summers’s exam was similar to my pediatrician’s in many respects, there was something about it that somehow felt more . . . intimate. He looked into my ears with an otoscope next, standing much closer than Dr. Adams ever had.

  My ears must have passed his test since he placed his stethoscope in his ears and asked me to sit up.

  “Take a deep breath in,” he said, placing the cold metal of the stethoscope against my exposed back. “And out.”

  He placed a hand on my torso, uncomfortably close to my breasts. “And again, breathe in.”

  Shakily I inhaled.

  “And out. That’s a good girl. Lie back down now so that I can listen to your heart.”

  I complied and, feeling a bit off-balance, closed my eyes.

  After a moment, I felt Dr. Summers push the top of my gown down slightly as he placed his stethoscope above my left breast.

  While he listened to my heart, the doctor pressed gently on my abdomen with his other hand. As I lay there, taking deep breaths to try to steady my nerves, I felt his hand drift lower until it rested just above my pussy.

  “Hmm, your heart is racing, Jessica,” he said in a concerned tone. “I want you to try to breathe deeply for a few moments to control your heart rate.”

  “Yes, doctor,” I whispered, terrified that he’d discover the inappropriate arousal I felt at his touch. I was positive that my pussy had to be sopping wet. All I wanted was for him to move his hand lower, to lift up my gown . . .

  “Breathe, Jessica,” he said, pressing down on my pubic mound through the gown, his fingers tantalizingly close to my throbbing clit. “That’s a girl.”

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