My first gynecologist

I was pregnant and made an appointment with a gynecologist: I wanted to properly make sure I was going to be a mother soon, not just rely on a test you can buy at any pharmacy. I couldn't even imagine that the doctor's visit would give me so many unforgettable sensations that made more than just my head spin. I was a little sorry I had ignored visiting the "women's" doctor's office before: it turned out that modern research in gynecology is not only effective but also exceptionally pleasant. All these tests with tricky names... Or was I the only one so incredibly lucky?

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I carefully

knocked on the office door, which boasted an ornate, gold-embossed plaque: "Goldman A. I." "I wonder what this 'Goldman' is like?" I thought and listened. There was no answer, and I timidly opened the door a crack. A man in a blue robe stood by the window opposite the door, looking out and clutching some piece of paper in his hand. His short-cropped hair and boyish figure suggested the doctor was quite young. When he turned at the sound of the opening door, I saw he really was too youthful: in my mind, doctors looked much more solid and older. Though this guy was devilishly handsome. "At least now I know what Goldmans look like." Sighing, I asked loudly:

— Abram Isaakovich?

— Abram Isaakovich? — the guy turned to me and took a step back.

— Well... Are you Goldman?

— Goldman? Yes... In a sense... I am Goldman, — answered the man by the window.

"These doctors are so weird," I thought, walking into the office, "especially Jews — always answering a question with a question."

— Should I undress? — I shivered: it seemed quite cool in the office.

— Undress? — the doctor repeated and moved towards me. Then he stopped in the middle of the office and looked at me curiously.

— You are going to examine me, right? — the question came out somewhat irritated, — I had an appointment for 3:00 PM. Here's my medical record.

I was very nervous before the gynecologist visit: it was my first time alone. Once I had been to a doctor with my mom for an adnexitis issue. But now I was alone and felt very insecure; and on top of that, this young Jew kept repeating everything! "A gynecologist, and so dumb," I thought angrily.

— I'll examine you with pleasure, — he finally perked up and made an inviting gesture, — have a seat at the table, and let's uh... The card.

I sat on the offered chair, the doctor settled nearby at the desk and opened my "Medical History."

— Anastasia... Vorontsova? — He looked at me over the glasses he had put on a minute ago, taking them from the table. The doctor now resembled both John Lennon and Harry Potter, but the glasses didn't suit him at all, — You are eighteen years old?

— Yes... That's me, — I said and blushed: his gaze seemed to pierce right through me.

— Tell me, — the doctor smiled amiably, — I need to write the anamnesis. What are your complaints?

— I have a delay, — I answered quietly and blushed even more, — it's been three weeks already.

— Married? — the doctor nodded at the wedding ring on my finger.

— Yes, for six months already...

— Did you use a pregnancy test?

— Yes. Two lines. I wanted to make sure. In case of a mistake.

— I see, — he glanced over my figure, — alright, go behind the screen and undress... Let's see what's what.

I hesitantly went behind the white partition and peeked out a minute later, wearing only panties and a short top.

— Should I take everything off? Completely? — I asked again and blushed once more.

— Everything and completely, — the doctor answered in a tone brooking no argument, his gaze feeling out my full girlish curves, — we are going to examine you, not your underwear, aren't we?

— Yes, — I answered almost inaudibly and was completely embarrassed.

I disappeared behind the screen again and came out some time later completely naked, covering my private parts with my hands.

— Into the chair, — the doctor ordered, pointing to a complex structure of chrome-plated metal, — legs apart... Right here, please... There are special holders here.

I climbed into the chair and positioned myself as the doctor said: lay face down, head lowered, spreading my arms to the sides and placing them on the chair's armrests. My legs dangled up and flopped towards the back of my head, but I diligently propped them on the back of the chair and spread them apart. Looking at my pose (I looked like a frozen frog ready to leap into the unknown), the doctor asked:

— Where are we flying to?

— I don't understand, — I strained to answer: blood rushed to my temples, and my head started buzzing, — what's wrong?

— Have you ever been to a gynecologist?

— A long time ago...

— I see, — he said, snorting, and the next moment flipped me over precisely the opposite way (I barely managed to cover my privates with my hand), — that's better.

It was unbearably embarrassing to lie naked in front of a young, handsome guy. "So what if he's a doctor," I argued with myself mentally, "I'd rather the gynecologist was a woman... Or some old grandpa." I half-lay in the cold chair, trying not to look into the eyes of the dark-haired handsome man.

— Well then, let's see, — the guy said and stared at my body, — so... mammary glands slightly enlarged, — he kneaded each breast and lightly squeezed the nipples with his fingers, which instantly hardened, — size three?

— Four plus, — I answered and looked away: I felt awkward because his immodest touches had aroused my nipples and darkened them.

The doctor whistled (which seemed completely tactless and inappropriate to me), and began feeling my breasts more confidently, twisting them this way and that. Then suddenly he bent down, took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking, pinching the other breast with his fingers. I pushed against his head with my hand, trying to shove the presumptuous doctor away from me. But the guy gently removed my hand and said, momentarily releasing my aroused nipple from his mouth:

— This is a standard test uh... "Milka-Sistova" for the presence of milk, didn't you know? — The guy looked at me strangely, — I am a doctor, and everything happening here now are necessary actions allowing a full examination of the patient, — Have you had this done before?

— No...

— Well, there you go! — he said, as if that explained everything, — so lie down uh... Voronova, and don't interfere with the examination, — the doctor finished and quickly sucked on the second nipple.

I gasped and pressed my palm tighter against my lower abdomen: there was a pleasant tingling, and I felt lubrication between my fingers.

— Vorontsova... I'm Vorontsova, not Voronova, — I whispered and involuntarily arched towards the doctor: the milk presence test was pleasing me more and more.

— That's not important, — the doctor nodded and ran his palm over my stomach, descending to the hollow between my spread legs, — do you shave your pubic area often?

— Every other day... depends, — I blushed, — my husband likes it when I'm smooth... There, around, — I spread my labia with my fingers, exposing my vulva, and turned away embarrassed.

— Actually, it's not recommended, — the doctor slipped his hand between my legs, and I quickly covered it with my hand, — hair is a protective system of the body, saving from unwanted bacteria and all harmful things.

— My Slavik likes... To lick me there, — I uttered barely audibly, flushing crimson, — and hair gets in his way.

— So... Slavik likes to lick, I see... That changes things. Then we need to conduct the test uh... "Vaginova-Kuniliaris," — the doctor muttered, rummaging with his hand in my crotch, and added, looking at my surprised face, — it's a test for the sensitivity of erogenous zones.

Then, without giving me time to recover, he lowered himself onto a small stool and shoved his tongue right into my vagina. porn stories I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut, weakly

trying to pull him away from me, grabbing his clean-shaven cheeks.

— I will conduct the research, and you tell me where and what you feel, okay? — he mumbled indistinctly and vibrated his tongue.

I nodded: for some reason, I couldn't answer. The guy began licking every fold of my little pussy, and I, getting more and more aroused, started babbling, according to the requirements of the doctor-naturalist:

— Yes, I feel it here... And here... Oh, how I feel it here! Right here again, please... I need to feel it again... And, right here... I want to feel inside... Oh! Oh! And, yes, around the clitoris... Please don't stop... More... More... More... Oh, not in the butt! I mean... Yes... Continue... Wow!... More... With a finger? Already two fingers? Yes, like that... Can it be here and here at the same time? I really want to feel how... Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh, yes! YES!!!

I writhed on the gynecological chair, going crazy with pleasure, and risking falling off naked-assed right onto the tiled floor. The guy interrupted his manipulations and straightened up: his hair was disheveled, his whole face smeared with sticky lubrication.

— Just a couple more tests left, — he said in a hoarse voice, opened his robe and unzipped his jeans, — the next test is uh... "Fellatsieva-Vafel'nikova."

Pulling out an impressively sized cock, the guy brought it to my lips. I recoiled and looked at him indignantly.

— What are you offering me?! I don't even do that for my husband!

— Don't do what? — the guy impatiently tapped his dick against the headrest of the chair: a hollow echo resounded through the office from his taps.

— That... , — I nodded at his giant tool, — I don't suck... That, — for added conviction, I shook my head negatively.

— And no one is forcing you to suck, — the guy said patiently, jerking his cock right in front of my nose, — just open your mouth: I need to check the depth of penetration, that's all.

— Is that really necessary to clarify my pregnancy? — I looked distrustfully at the manipulations the doctor was performing in front of my face, getting aroused against my will, — and what will that give?

— At a minimum, it will allow me to establish the threshold of your gag reflex, which will inevitably manifest during toxemia, — with these words, the guy held my jaw, which had dropped in surprise, and inserted his cock into my mouth, — and secondly, it will save your marriage during menstruation, — he added and began moving slowly in my mouth.

I still looked at him with distrust, but objecting with a cock in my mouth was stupid: the examination was already in full swing regardless of my will. So I tried to at least relax my throat to pass the test "excellently." In the end, the "instrument" penetrated so deep into me that his pubic hair got into my nose, causing an uncontrollable sneezing fit.

Have you ever tried to sneeze with a cock in your mouth? I hadn't, and the doctor, apparently, was experiencing similar sensations for the first time too: from the side, it looked like I was suddenly inflating him like a balloon — this was noticeable from his bulging eyes. I evenly sneezed out the contents of my nasal cavity onto his hairy pubis, and the testing named "Fellatsieva-Vafel'nikova" spontaneously ceased.

— However... Voronina, — he grunted, diligently wiping his genital area, — take a tissue, and... Wipe your snot.

— I'm Vorontsova, — my face was covered with the tissue I was wiping with, and the answer sounded muffled, — sorry, doctor, that it turned out like that.

— It's alright, it's alright, — the gynecologist, whom I couldn't care less about a minute ago, answered conciliatorily, — the last examination remains: to check the sensitivity of your uterus.

— I hope there are special instruments for that? And not your... That... — I asked, watching warily as the doctor's cock sharply changed trajectory, threateningly approaching my spread thighs, — you're not really going to...

— I need to establish the threshold of your reaction not to medical equipment, but to organic matter, — with these words, he placed the head of his cock against my suspiciously moist vagina and pressed slightly, — and this test... "Vdulova-Penetratova" gives us that opportunity.

— "Vdulova"? — I asked dumbly.

— "Penetratova," — the doctor nodded, and thrust into me so that I felt the entire penetration he was conducting with my uterus.

The gynecologist tried to reach the uterus, putting me in different positions all over the office... About fifteen minutes later, standing doggy-style by the window and gripping the "height measure" for stability, I felt the persistent researcher had disturbed my other natural opening as well.

— Doctor, I'm not well-versed in anatomy, but I think you won't reach the uterus through this entrance! — Even though I liked the new sensations, I had to warn my Attila-the-conqueror that Akela had missed.

— Everything's fine, and everything's fine with us! Where we can't go straight, we'll go sideways, — the healer boomed some painfully familiar words.

Suddenly the door swung open, and a guy in a blue robe and a cap of the same color appeared in the doorway. In his hand, he held a half-eaten cucumber. He gaped and silently began pointing the fresh vegetable in our direction.

— A-a-ah, doctor uh... Katz! — My gynecologist stopped for a second, and my ass got a chance to rest a bit, — come in quickly! — His deliberately loud voice rang through the office, — I suggest you participate in the fu... , In the examination of the pregnant... Voron'ko Anastasia. Check, for example, her gag reflexes! — And he desperately winked his left eye.

Doctor Katz, with a glassy face, walked with a wooden gait in an unclear direction, and I immediately remembered Urfin Jus's wooden soldiers.

— Come on, be bolder, — "my" doctor encouraged his colleague and set off again in search of the uterus through the anus, — the "Vafel'nikov" test, remember? — And with bulging eyes began "nodding" at me.

— The "Fellatsieva-Vafel'nikova" test, — I clarified, — and I'm Vorontsova, not Voron'ko, — I added and obediently opened my mouth.

"Better let two doctors examine me. Then the diagnosis will be more accurate," I thought, glad I was so lucky. Katz hesitantly approached me, looked questioningly at Goldman, and carefully shoved the cucumber in my face. I looked at the doctor in surprise and took a bite. The cucumber was unsalted and warm.

— What a fool, — said Goldman, finally returning to the right path and bumping into the