Joanna’s First Gynecological Exam

She jumped when Dr. Michael’s hands touch her vulva.

“Joanna has very fleshy lips,” again demonstrating as he peeled them back exposing her pink inner skin to the camera. “Relax, Joanna. I just need to open you up so the camera can see inside you.” Her vagina now exposed, as was her clit hood. “Try to get a good picture without my fingers.” Dr. Steve moved in for a real close up, now just inches from her sex.

“You will notice that Joanna has started to secrete juices. You can see it glisten when the camera flashes. The exam sexually arouses some patients and it is nothing to be ashamed of Joanna. A few have even had orgasms while being prodded with speculums.”

Now they all knew that she was a slut. Dr. Michael’s fingers held her sex split open, making her pussy tingle and drip in excitement. What must they think of her? God, could she really cum with them here? Yes, she knew she could. “I’m sorry, doctor,” humiliated at her body, her thoughts, not sure what to say, just knowing that she should say something.

They finally finished taking pictures, Dr. Michael’s hand gone from her pussy lips, Joanna feeling embarrassingly unfulfilled as she sat in the chair, decidedly aroused. She badly wanted to play with her clit until she would cum. 

“Stand up Joanna and move over to the exam table.” Dr. Michael saw the look of fear come over her face as she stood, his hand moving to her naked waist. “It will be all right Joanna, just be a good girl and it will go easy and be over before you know it.” He let his hand slide down a little lower, touching the gentle swell of her tight, teenage ass. He felt her cheeks gently sway as he walked her over to the table, as a guard would do with a condemned prisoner.

Joanna felt all eyes on her, her breasts bouncing as she walked, unable to control them. She felt Dr. Michael’s hand on her waist slide down to her butt, afraid to say anything to him, more afraid of what the rest of the examination would bring. She looked at the table as she approached it, gleaming, cold and sterile, the ominous stirrups up high, waiting for her slender ankles to be placed in them, the dark leather straps ready to secure her tight in the stirrups, unable to stop them from spreading her open. She went to sit on the table, but was stopped by Dr. Michael’s voice.

“No, I want you on all fours on the table. On your hands and knees, facing the other way.” His cock jerked when he said that. He loved a girl spread open that way, her ass pushed up high, begging to be touched or prodded, her pussy and anus open and accessible.

This was the worst. He wanted her in the doggy position, like an animal waiting to be mated! She hesitated, but his hands urged her up onto the table, her hands and knees touching the cold metal first. She closed her eyes and only imagined how she must look from behind as she crawled forward, knowing that her pussy and anus were brutally exposed to their eyes. His hands pushed her this way and that until he had her exactly in the position he wanted; in the center of the table, on her knees, her arms extended outward, supporting her upper body. She was so self-conscious, her breasts hanging down, her ass pushed up right into their faces.

“First we’re going to do a brief examination of Joanna in this position. Later we will put her on her back with her legs in the stirrups, but this is less embarrassing for Joanna.” Joanna could not believe he thought this less embarrassing!

He moved toward Joanna’s head, brushing her hair from her face, pleased at the way her breasts hung down, noticing that her nipples were still hard. She might have a distressed look on her face but he imagined that her pussy was still wet. He moved his hand down her back, softly running over her silky flesh. “Lower down, Joanna,” pushing on her back. “Put you head down on the table, but keep your bottom raised up.”

She felt like a trained dog, her head on the table now, her face turned toward Dr. Michael as he slowly rubbed her flesh, moving down her arched back towards her pushed out butt. When he moved behind her she had no trouble imagining his view.

“Move your legs a little more apart, Joanna.” His fingers slid between her thighs, feeling the tension in them, pushing outward. He tapped lightly with his palm, a light slapping sound ringing out in the room. She obeyed, the gap between her thighs getting wider, his hands urging them farther yet. He loved the sight of her teenage body, her butt cheeks spreading apart, her pink rosebud peeking out, her pussy pouch pushed outward. She was in the perfect position of servitude, arched up to serve her sex to whomever wanted it

Joanna closed her eyes, not wanting to see as they observed her sex so open and spread before them. Her head snapped up when she heard the door open, her eyes wide when she saw a janitor enter the room. His eyes caught hers then moved down her body to gaze at her naked haunches so obscenely exposed. “Doctor! Get him out of here!” She screamed, horribly embarrassed. She started to get up, looking urgently for something, anything to cover her body.

Dr. Michael pushed down on her back, this time more forcefully. “Settle down, Joanna. It’s only Jim. He’s here to take out the trash and will be gone in a minute.” His hands held her down as she tried to squirm free.

“No, make him leave, please,” she pleaded, her body pinned beneath the doctor’s big hands.

“I will not tell you again, Joanna. Now settle down. We must get on with the examination. Are you going to behave?” He lightly slapped her ass cheek with his palm, the white flesh turning a slight pink.

Joanna had never been spanked, even as a little girl. Now Dr. Michael had slapped her ass, the sting still radiating through her tender flesh. She didn’t know how to respond to this situation. She was sure that this was terribly wrong, but she did not know what to do. She was naked, four doctors crouched around her exposed body, sure that they would not let her go. Resigned to the fact that even the janitor was eyeing her naked body, her head went back down on the table. She felt hands back between her legs, urging her thighs farther apart.

“That’s a good girl, Joanna. Now raise your butt a little,” his hand gripping her sex in his palm pushing her up higher. “Now doctors, you will notice that Joanna has a very puffy vulva.” His fingers slipped lightly into the folds of her sex. “Be gentle when you pull her lips apart,” his fingers gripped each pussy lip, spreading them apart, her pink inner lips exposed to the others. His finger skimmed up and down her pussy slit, feeling her wetness. “Look for any growths on the inner lips by using your finger. It might require doing this several times as you want to catch even the smallest ones.” His finger slid up and down, her hips begin to move, all of them knowing that he was sexually arousing her. Her juices began to flow more, his finger glistening in the bright light.

As Jim was ready to leave, Dr. Michael slid his fingers slide along Joanna’s slit up towards her anus, her cheeks now widespread and then, without removing his hands, stepped a bit to the side and asked with a devious smile only the men could see, “Jim, would you please get this trash can before you leave?” Joanna looked at him, her eyes pleading, truly embarrassed, the thought of the janitor behind her as the doctor occupied himself with her sex making it even worse. He lightly tapped her ass, “he’ll be finished in a minute Joanna, now relax and stay in position.”

Dr. Michael continued talking to the others as if they were the only ones in the room his hands rubbing up and down Joanna’s slit. She could feel her juices run down her thighs, his fingers stimulating her, humiliated to be so sexually aroused. No, she cried silently when she felt his fingers move up to her anus, dragging along her juices on his fingertips. 

Dr. Michael’s fingers rested on either side of her anus and began to pull outward, watching as the tiny rosebud became completely exposed. He pulled wider and the tiny star began to open. “Note that Joanna has a tiny anus, obviously truthful about not engaging in anal intercourse. See how pink the opening is, no sign of hemorrhoids.” He pulled wider, her anus stretching open. “Thank you, Jim.” Dr. Michael acknowledged the janitor as Jim gazed at Joanna’s spread sex, her anus peeking at him. 

Joanna cringed when she heard him talking to the janitor, opening her eyes just in time to see him pass by her head, staring at her hanging breasts before looking directly into her eyes. He winked at her, smiled and left the room; Joanna hung her head in shame. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. She felt the fingers on her anus begin to apply pressure on the tiny opening.

“Push back on my finger, I need to check your sphincter muscle.” She strained, pushing her ass back, the tiny anus beginning to open around his finger. “So good, Joanna, a little more.” Joanna, who swore no one would ever touch her there, shocked herself by obeying. Dr. Michael watched her anus close when she pulled forward a bit, then begin to push outward again as she followed his instructions. She was so tight but his finger finally won, as he knew it would, plunging in to the first digit before she could do anything but gasp in surprise and pain. He moved his finger around, feeling her sphincter trying desperately to expel the foreign digit. “Joanna has a very strong sphincter. It is applying pressure on my finger, trying to push it out. When she is in the stirrups, we will explore her rectum and colon further. She is very tense right now, and I’m afraid that makes it difficult to do internal examinations without harming her, so I think we should begin the research project to help put Joanna at a more relaxed frame of mind.”

Joanna looked up again. Begin the research project? “What are you going to do, Dr. Michael?” Her eyes turned back towards them to see them all staring between her legs.

“You did read the consent form, didn’t you, Joanna?” Dr. Michael responded to the puzzled look on her face.

“It was so long and boring, I just signed it.” Joanna realized her mistake and asked now, when it was obviously too late, “what are you going to do?”

Dr. Michael’s hand softly stroked her ass, allowing his finger to return to her lips, feeling her jump as he pressed in and stroked her inner pussy. “This study is on the Masturbatory Practices of the Female College Student. You are going to be masturbated by some of us and also by yourself and we shall record the procedures for testing purposes.”

“NO!” Her head shot up in protest and she started to scramble off the table. “I want to leave.”