I am 20 years old, I have long blond hair, small breasts, wide hips: in general, I am used to attracting male views and hear compliments. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Lada. I don’t really like my own name, since in our country it is too often associated with the brand of the car. At school, I was teased – « Zhiguli ».
This story began not quite pleasant. One morning I took a shower and found that I feel some pain in the crotch area. The first thought was just a cold pimple, it happens to everyone. The second, more unpleasant thing that my boyfriend Dima brought me some infection (not that I didn’t trust him, but the guys are guys-they climb all the time where and with whom, I know that on « Bades » girls are often more than boys). I myself really could not see something specifically and decided to go to Dima, who else could help me in this situation?
Dima is a well-read guy and understands a little in almost all areas of life: from ancient Egyptian agriculture to the physiological structure of some bugs-taracaski. Such as it is called « erratic ». In general, when I told him, he naturally offered me « examine ». In truth, despite the fact that we are already meeting for 3 years and have no secrets from each other, I was still a little shy. For example, change clothes with him. Maybe I’m not right, but I can’t do anything with myself. Still overcoming awkwardness, I spread my legs and moved a little towards the panties. He brought his face closer and began with an incredibly smart look to peer at a point, holding my panties and left foot with his hands.
– It looks like a blood clot. – said Dima. – These are not toys, it’s serious. You need to go to the doctor tomorrow. To the vascular surgeon.
Not sure if this doctor is called so, but this is not important. In general, I need a surgeon in the field of blood vessels. I once immediately believed Dima, because I know very well that in the area of the groin, a person has a lot of vessels, and with a way of life (smoking, student parties) it is no wonder that a blood clot can form.
“So, firstly, to quit smoking, secondly,” Dima playfully pulled my hair at the pussy (this word infuriates me, but what should I call her? « Pi*Yes »?) – Secondly shave all this and tomorrow to the doctor. I will go with you so that you are not afraid.
I want to note that I always got afraid of doctors, especially of course dentists and gynecologists, but even the optometrist felt somehow uncomfortable. Still, I am not lucky. A thrombus is a serious thing, and I also have it in such « indecent »place. I hope the doctor will be a woman, if a man, then I will just burn out with shame, I thought.
I woke up early and went to the bath. After the shower, I decided to follow Dimkin’s advice to shave everything between my legs. I occasionally did this to please Dimka (he loves to lick my pussy, especially shaved), but actually I considered it a little even indecent. But, looking at the already decent crotch, I decided that it would be even worse. In the end, I decided to leave only a neat triangle on the pubis.
Dima really went to the clinic with me, on the way he tried to amuse me so that I would not be worried, but, in truth, he did not really succeed. I don’t even know what bothered me more: the disease itself or fear and shame when someone will see my intimate place. I even began to regret that I shaved, even more beautifully, but my pussy has become even more naked and affordable from this. I already understand now, then what I did not realize: at the thought that who would look, or even touch me « there »I experienced an unconscious excitement. It should be noted that I had noticed some of the beginnings of exhibitionism before. I liked to wear short skirts and wear outright swimwear on the beach. Moreover, Dima was not against. My panties even became a little wet, but I thought that it was from the fact that the hair did not prevent the clitoris from rubbing on a thin fabric. Speaking of panties. On that day, I chose for a long time what I would put on and opted for small light green panties, with white circles along the edge. They were both beautiful and somewhat a little childish. One of my loved ones.
In the clinic, I took a direction and first went to the therapist. Still, I am uncertain for exactly what I have, and it is better to consult. The therapist was a sweet elderly woman who, after listening to me (she did not inspect me), confirmed the Dimkins of the word. Most likely this is a varicose veins, perhaps even a thrombus, that is, I need to go to the surgeon. I don’t know the vascular or not, but the surgeon in the clinic is one, or rather two, but they work in shifts. Man and woman. Today the woman was just supposed to take, but she has some reason there and she suddenly asked to replace her. So the surgeon a man worked out of turn the second shift in a row. But apparently the doctor, being a woman herself, understood me and wrote me a direction for tomorrow.
When I came out, Dimka ran up to me and asked if he was right. I replied that yes. He made a victorious look and handed me some kind of piece of paper. I realized that this is a direction for today’s number. He was so confident in everything that without waiting for me to take a referral to the registry and entered my name there. I wanted to explain everything to him, but he interrupted me and said that he was very late somewhere, and what would suit and meet me in about 40 minutes. Dimka kissed me on the cheek, said something encouraging and ran away. I remained at a loss. It is not clear what to do, or to go now, or tomorrow. But if you do not go now, then I will have to wait for him for almost an hour, and what will I tell him? That I was shy? And because of such a trifle, go here after half a city again?
– No. It’s my fault, Dima, for some reason I thought.
There were no queues for the surgeon. I looked into the office and timidly asked «?».
“Come on,” the doctor answered. He was about 40 years old, he was short, and gray hair was already breaking through in his hair.
When I went and sat down, I saw that we were not alone in the office. There was still a guy of about my age or a little older. Roofing felts, felts of trainee. He was clearly a Caucasian, and even in a specific nationality I was not sure. I was embraced by confusion, and for some reason it became warm in the lower abdomen. It was a shame to be bare with two unfamiliar men, but it was too late to retreat.
– What bothers? – asked the doctor, not looking at me, but filling my card. I involuntarily turned to the guy and caught his interested look. He looked at me with obvious lust, I was shy and lowered my eyes.
– What bothers? – the doctor repeated again, looking up from the card, and looking at me.
“The therapist directed me,” I mumbled. – phlebeurysm.
“Show,” only the elder spoke to me, and « trainee »(as I decided to call it to myself) continued to look at me silently.
– I have such a delicate place: – I started, but the surgeon interrupted me. -If you are so shy, come tomorrow: there will be a woman-woman Irina Stepanovna, and there is nothing to detain me. I am d-o-kt-o-r (he thoroughly said) and people like you see 5 per day. Show or leave.
I blushed, but decided that to leave and really stupid.
“Good,” I said. – Only how to show then. I have right between my legs. Can lie down or:
“Now we’ll come up with something,” the doctor said calmly. – Vazgen, close the door to the key. We are doctors, and if someone outsiders enters and finds the patient in an inappropriate form? It is better to play it safe.
Oddly enough, but I did not notice anything suspicious in his actions. What if someone would come in? But I learned the name of the guy and made sure that he is a Caucasian.
– So so so. Where exactly between the legs? The doctor asked.
“Right in the crotch,” I answered even more blushing.
Then he asked me to take off and get up, putting one leg on a chair. I doubted again, but I could not help but obey, it was a strange feeling like a trance. And I again caught myself on the fact that I was excited.
“Fuck a skirt,” the doctor ordered, and I instantly completed this. The skirt was narrow and short, it was simply impossible to raise it, it gathered on my belt and remained in this state. The Caucasian looked at me without stroke.
Show, – in response to this, I was only able to timidly poke a finger to the place where it hurt. The doctor was enough and he himself pushed my panties into the strip and ordered me to be so and hold them. I obeyed.
Supporting « I see, clear », he began to feel the crotch for me. It seemed to me that he did it for too long, but I could not utter a word. Standing in such a position with a bare pussy before two strangers, I felt an incomprehensible feeling: fear and shame, and most importantly a great desire for sex.
“Undress and on the couch,” I heard the signs of the surgeon. – you need to inspect the whole body, maybe there are still foci of the disease that you yourself have not found.
This was the last chance to leave. I perfectly understood that they would not look for any « the centers of the disease », but something inside me did not allow me to say « no ». I undressed and lay down, my legs spread wide. The doctor sat beside me and began to explore my crotch and legs, gradually pointing attention to the pussy. I myself knew that I had nowhere between my legs, and the doctor already understood my readiness.
“A thrombus can also form inside the body, this also needs to be checked,” the doctor said, inserting his finger into my vagina. I was ready for this, but still it was like a current blow, I was already shook and made a moan, it was the last sign that all the lines fell and I was completely in their power.
Continuing to fuck me now with two fingers, the doctor called Vazgen and offered « examine the upper body, especially in the chest ». The trainee came up a lump with my side and began to openly and brazenly paw my chest, then he leaned over and began to lick and bite my nipples. The eldest doctor added a third finger to me in the vagina, and one more put in my anus. Dima and I sometimes had anal sex, so for me, especially in the state in which I was, it did not become something unpleasant-on the contrary, I finally lost control of myself and began to unfasten Vazgen trousers, trying to get to his member.He was not at a loss and quickly released his handsome man. In truth, to say a member of Dimka was both longer and thicker and I immediately remembered the stories of the friends about the fact that the Caucasians « he »more. Maybe he lied, or maybe this vazgen and my Dima is exception. Meanwhile, I tried to reach his member with lips, but I was uncomfortable, and the doctors, interrupted, decided to turn me over. They put me « cancer »across the couch and began to fuck on both sides: Vasgen in the mouth, doctor (I did not even recognize his name!) in the pussy. Never finished, they decided to change. I finally saw a doctor’s member. He was not very long, but not thinner than Dima’s. A sort of fungus. However, the doctor did not give me time to examine him, but immediately shoved him into my mouth. And just at this time I felt a member of Vazgen rests on the ring of my anus.
– Everyone gives in a pussy, but not every whore will put a point. – Vazgen commented. – Ivanovich, and when you realized that she is fucking? – It was he who went to the doctor. I learned that his middle name is apparently « Ivanovich ».
“At first I doubted,” Ivanovich answered. – But when I saw that she had a pussy and an ass shaved, and even all the panties were already wet, I realized – for sure the fucking. Yes, and what she leaned to show her holes, she could not wait until tomorrow the female shift? She knew what she was going on, and also built a shy.
From these insolent words and rhythmic shocks in my mouth and rear passage, I suddenly beat me and I experienced the longest orgasm in my life. Whatever you say, but my lovers, or the rapists, the same were overexcited, apparently not every day they manage to fuck a young pretty patient in all holes, and began to finish with me. Then they took out their members from me, and, crouching on the couch, ordered them to lick them, what I did with great pleasure. When they fastened his trousers, Ivanovich with a serious look tell me to get dressed and put myself in order. When I started to do this, I did not find panties.
– Why fucking panties?, – answered my dumb question Vazgen. – I will leave them as a keepsake. I hope this is the last panties in your life. You better without them, ”he said, he slapped me on the ass. The doctor only giggled.
Why do they talk about me so? Are I fucking? Then I introduced what happened to me today and realized, for these two I have a fucking and she would stay. And most importantly, I like it.
Dima was waiting for me at the bottom of the registry.
– Well? – he asked.
“Everything is fine,” I answered. – Let’s go home.
“Eh Dima, Dima,” I thought when we were traveling in the minibus, “I would know what I had done.
Between everything else, the surgeon nevertheless conducted an inspection and wrote on the card that it was all the most cold pimples, and it was not worth contacting the doctor at all. The pimple passed in a week, and my life has forever changed after this visit to the surgeon.
– Waiting for letters. Lada
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