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Gynecology Exam To Remember
by Scott S. Stevens (sstevens@omnifest.uwm.edu)
***
A trainee gets to perform a full gynecological exam on a
willing, very willing young woman. (MF, oral)
***
My training to become a Physician's Assistant included
advanced courses in anatomy, physiology, chemistry, bio-
chemistry, pharmacology, and even zoology. In addition
to these classes were "hands-on" exposures to certain
fields of medicine. My emergency medicine rotation
involved a semester in an E.R., my pediatrics medicine
rotation was spent in a pediatrics' clinic, and my
OB/GYN rotation was spent in a Women's Health Center.
Now as a professional, my examination of a female needs
to be without sexual interests, but as a male with a
healthy libido, that can sometimes be difficult.
Usually, most of the women I see tend to be seniors, or
obese, or down-right ugly, but I'll admit to finding a
wet spot on my underwear after performing a breast,
pelvic, or rectal exam on a beautiful woman. What
follows is an account of a incident involving such a
woman, and though I'm not proud of it, I'll admit to
giving into my sexual urges.
I was a student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison
and working out of one of the clinics there. I had a
good relationship with the staff physician, a female, by
the name of Dr. McSorley. She was present for most of
the exams that I performed and was starting to allow me
to work independently.
On this one particular day, we had quite a few women
being seen for annual check-ups and pregnancy follow-
ups, and she was unable to follow me as closely as she
normally would. She divided the case-load so that we
each had roughly the same amount of patients, and my
first was named Sarah, and was here for an annual visit.
Upon registering with the receptionist, Sarah was asked
if she objected to being examined by a male Physician's
Assistant student. I was standing in the hall down from
her when she turned around and looked in my direction.
She smiled at me, and I saw her shake her head "no" in
response to that obligatory question.
I couldn't help but notice her pretty face, even from
that distance. Unlike most of the patients I had seen
during this rotation, she was young and apparently in a
good physical condition. I immediately looked forward to
meeting this woman. She returned to the reception room
and waited to be called.
I will admit to going to the break room and
straightening my hair, and making sure there was no food
between my teeth or boogers in my nose. Feeling
prepared, I then went to her medical records and
familiarized myself with her history. She was 32 years
of age, 5'6'', and at her last visit, weighed 126 lbs
and had an unremarkable medical history. There was a
family history of cervical cancer, so it was recommended
she have yearly checkups.
I proceeded to the reception room and called out her
name. She looked up from a magazine and placed it on the
coffee table. Slowly she stood and walked towards me. As
I held open the door, she maintained direct eye contact
until she passed me, then walked down the hall. Her eyes
were a stunning green, obviously with the help of
colored contact lenses, and her face was as pretty up-
close as it seemed to be from afar.
I directed her to the second door on the left and
followed her into the room, unable to resist looking at
the small butt in her tight jeans . She entered the room
and sat at the foot of the examining table, and I on the
stool next to a small desk which was mounted to the
wall. I introduced myself, and thanked her for allowing
me to see her.
"No. Thank YOU!" she replied rather flirtatiously.
I smiled at her with a slightly cocked head, as if I
were waiting for her to finish the statement. But she
just smiled, and I felt a little embarrassed. I can
flirt with the best of them, but in this setting, I was
a little uncomfortable and I think she sensed it.
I asked what had brought her here, and she replied that
it was time for her yearly visit. This type of visit
usually includes a breast exam and Papanicolaou (pap)
smear (a procedure where cells are removed from the
cervix and adjacent areas, and later examined under a
microscope, in order to check for cancer). I brought out
a gown from a drawer under the examining table and
handed it to her, then excused myself to allow her to
change.
After a few minutes, I returned to her room, knocked on
the door, and asked if she was ready. "Oh, I'm ready,"
she replied. I entered to find her sitting on the table,
wearing the gown that I had given her, only she was
wearing it backwards, with the opening in front, untied.
My face obviously showed my surprise, and she smiled a
very large grin. At this point in my training, I had
probably seen about 40 or 50 women, but none had breasts
like she. I was unable to avoid eye contact with them,
and she noticed.
"You like them? They're new!" she said with excitement.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"My tits," she continued, "do you like them?"
She really put me on the spot. I mean, I DID like them.
They were nice sized, did not sag at all, and were as
tan as the rest of her lean body, but it was rather
forward of her to ask.
I stammered. "Um, yes, where did you get them?" Geesh,
as if she bought them from a discount store or
something. I was really losing control of this exam. I
felt like I had the confidence of Woody Allen. I shook
my head, and covered my face with my open hand. She
chuckled at me as I sat back on the stool at the foot of
the examining table. She told me of the name of the
plastic surgeon and the date of the procedure, which I
entered into her file.
"Do you want to feel them?" she then asked.
Of course I did, but it would serve no medical purpose,
as lumps would not be present with implants, but there
are lymph nodes around the breasts which can still
develop cancer, so I thought that at least a partial
exam would seem appropriate.
I paused and looked at her. She had eyes, artificially
green by contacts, which cut through me as though they
were real, and implanted tits that stood out at me and
begged to be groped. She was fake, yet very appealing. A
comparison to a sex _android_ could have been made.
"Go ahead," she said and smiled, "I know you want to."
She was so perceptive. I stood, and slowly approached
her as she sat on the edge of the examining table. I
stood directly in front of her, and as I moved in, she
spread her legs so that I may get closer. I glanced down
at her lap, and as I should have expected, it had no
hair. Shit, I love a bald pussy. It was as if she knew.
I could have, and should have, walked around to her
side, but this was getting intense, and lust was
starting to impair my better judgment.
I pulled my attention from her lap and began the breast
exam as I would with any other breast, and started by
palpating (feeling) the lateral group of axillary lymph
nodes (under her arm pits) and slowly worked in towards
the breast. I could feel where the implant started, and
at that point, began to palpate the corresponding side
under the opposite arm, when she interrupted me.
"No, not like THAT!" she said, "Don't you want to FEEL
my tits?"
I did want to, and I weakened. It's not often that a
woman begs a guy to play with her tits, so I cupped one
in my hand. In felt firm, and warm, and smooth... not
unlike any other PERFECT breast that I have never had in
my hand.
"You may squeeze it," she said.
What the hell, I already had it in my hand, so I
squeezed. Somehow, I rationalized this to be an exam of
sorts. I figured that I ought to know what implants felt
like just in case...well, I don't know why, but I
squeezed it just the same.
She continued, "There are two of them, you know."
So I played with them both, simultaneously. And I loved
it. In an attempt to further my medical knowledge, I
asked if she gained pleasure from tactile stimulation.
"If you're asking if this feels good, it does, very
good, in fact." She cocked her head and smiled, then
glanced down at the erection that was appearing through
my scrubs. "How about you, how do they feel to you?"
Slightly embarrassed, I looked down at my growing bulge,
smiled, and admitted that they did feel good. I stepped
back from her and walked toward the desk. I needed to
regain my composure and made like I was re-reading her
chart. Even if there was something there that I hadn't
already have read, I would not have been able to
concentrate on it. I was not in the frame of mind to do
anything but play with those hooters some more, but I
managed to fight off those urges, and suggested we start
the pelvic exam.
"Can we do the rectal exam first?" she asked, as she
turned over on to her stomach and raised her knees up to
her side, bringing her ass high into the air, then
pulled the gown up over it.
Generally, rectal exams are performed on males to
palpate the prostate gland. In women, it is possible to
palpate the cervix through the anterior rectal wall, but
since a pelvic exam was going to be performed, it really
wasn't necessary. Looking down at her, with her smooth,
round, tight ass sticking up, I figured I could check
for colorectal cancer, or something. I put a disposable
latex glove on my right hand and with the left hand,
gently retracted her buttocks and visualized the
perianal and saccrococcygeal areas.
The anal tissues were pink, moist and hairless, and she
was without hemorrhoids, lumps, ulcers, or rashes. I
lubricated the index finger of my gloved hand and had
her "bear down." I placed my finger just inside the
sphincter, and as she relaxed, I entered her anal canal
and inserted my finger in the direction of her
umbilicus.
With the penetration of my digit, she slowly began to
rock back and forth, resulting a slight pumping action
of my finger in her rectum. I looked around the room as
if to see Alan Fundt with a hidden camera, or perhaps I
was being tested my some credentialing board or
something. Though she was exhibiting highly unusual
behaviors, I was enjoying it, and wished we were at my
apartment, and not at "work."
I needed to palpate for irregularities or nodules of the
rectal wall, and managed to do so as she rocked.
Eventually, I slowly withdrew my finger, and checked for
stool, mucus, and blood. (There IS a down-side to my
job.) Finding none, I removed the glove, and handed her
a disposable cloth with which she could wipe off the
lubricant. She did so as I washed my hands.
Now I know the appropriate thing to have done was to
leave the room and have Doctor McSorley take over. But
as I said, lust had influenced my better judgment.
Instead, I asked her to lay back on the table and I
brought out those wonderful "stirrups." I attached them
to the foot of the table and she immediately put her
feet into them.
Typically, with the average patient, we need to ask that
they scoot their butts towards the foot of the table,
thus bending the knees and allowing more room to work.
Well, this above-average patient, without any prompting,
scooted so far toward me that her entire perineum was
right there in my face, and spread her knees wide open,
allowing me complete access and a rather stimulating
view. She was NOT shy. I reached for a pair of latex
gloves.
"Oh, not those," she said in a disappointing tone.
"Are you allergic to latex?" I asked. I was concerned,
since I had just used a latex glove for her rectal exam.
"No," she replied, "It's just that they're so, well,
impersonal."
When you're in the medical field, and knowing all the
blood-borne pathogens that are out there, gloves are
automatic, but I'm not an obsessive/compulsive
individual. I mean, I don't always wash my hands after
shaking them with someone, and will admit to
occasionally not wearing a condom when being intimate.
The act of not wearing gloves for a pelvic exam was
definitely the crossing-over from a professional contact
to sexual one, though. I looked up from between her
knees and saw a pouty face, and rationalized that if we
were engaging in the sex I wanted to have with her AT MY
APARTMENT, I would not be wearing gloves, so I agreed to
her wishes.
I reached down to a drawer on the base of the exam table
and retrieved a Pederson speculum. For the males reading
this, it is an instrument which allows the viewing of
the internal genitalia. There are different sizes of
speculum, the smallest fits the virginal female, and
larger ones are used with women who have had children.
To be perfectly honest, guys, the outside looks better
than the inside, though upon viewing the texture of the
vaginal walls, it is easy to see why it feels so good
when wrapped around a penis. Anyway, I retrieved the
instrument, but when I brought it into her view, she
sighed.
"Why the sigh?" I asked.
"Well," she said, "Those things are so cold, and, well,
impersonal."
There's that "impersonal" line again. I asked what she
suggested I use to view her cervix.
"Well here, let me open myself up to you," to which she
reached down with both hands and pulled back on her
labia. It was inviting, and I had this urge to bury my
face in it, but I still had some self control left.
"Well," I said with a slight chuckle, "that is very,
hum, nice of you, but I'm still unable to see anything.
I'll need to use the speculum...sorry. But I'll warm it
up for you."
"That would be nice," she replied, "could you use your
mouth to warm it?"
This was getting silly. "No," I said, "I'll place it
under some warm water." I wheeled the chair over to the
sink and ran some warm water over it and I wheeled back
between her legs. With my (gasp) bare hand, I inserted
two fingers into her vagina to inspect for
abnormalities.
She was tight, and not surprisingly she moaned with the
insertion. I looked up from between her legs and saw
that her eyes were closed, and she was massaging her
breasts, one in each hand. I watched her for a bit while
slowly moving my fingers within her wet vagina.
I was enjoying this display, and after about a minute of
this, thought it best to continue with the exam. I
withdrew my fingers and pressed on the area just below
the vagina, which opened it for the insertion of the
speculum. With my right hand, I inserted the duck-billed
instrument into her vagina, and she gasped.
"I'm sorry, is it still cold?"
"No," she replied in a voice only slightly louder than a
whisper, "It feels good."
Part of me, the professional part, said that this was
getting ridiculous, but the other part of me was getting
wet shorts. I thought it best to continue with the exam.
I rotated the instruments so that the blades were
horizontal to one another, and with every movement of
the instrument she let out a faint moan.
After full insertion, I slowly squeezed the handle,
opening the blades. I visualized the cervix, then locked
the speculum in the open position. The cervix was a
glistening pink, which is what a healthy cervix should
look like. It was round and about an inch in diameter,
signs that she probably had not bore any children. There
was no evidence of discharge, lacerations, ulcerations,
or lesions.
I reached over to the desk and retrieved a cotton swab
and a small wooden spatula to obtained samples of cells
from the endocervical area (the area just inside the
cervix), the outer cervix, and the vaginal pool (that
area beneath the cervix, adjacent to the vaginal
"floor"). I placed the samples on separate slides. I
loosened the thumb screw (to unlock the opened blades)
and as I was releasing the handle, her hand released a
breast and reached down and made contact with her
clitoris.
Her eyes still closed, and one hand still massaging a
breast, she began to masturbate. I could not resist, and
began to slowly withdraw and reinsert the stainless
steel instrument. After doing this about three times, I
slowly squeezed the handles together again, reopening
the device, which started her hips to gyrate. I was
trying to understand this woman. Perhaps she was a
nymphomaniac, or had emotional disorders, or a low self
esteem that causes her to seek validation through sex
with health care providers, or maybe she was just horny
and wanted me.
Her breathing became deeper and quicker, to the point
where I feared she may pass out from hyperventilation. I
was also speechless, and hornier than hell, so when she
reached up and grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to
her clitoris, I did the only thing I could think of. I
licked it, and licked it hard and fast.
I withdrew the speculum and inserted my finger, deep
enough to make contact with the cervix I had just
examined. She squeaked as she hyperventilated, and I
wondered if she were about to have an asthma attack. She
began to pull my face more forcefully into her pubis,
and obviously began to climax. I was fearful that she
would be heard, but I couldn't bring myself to take my
face out of her genitals. Slowly, she lessened her grip
on me, and finally let go of my head.
She laid back on the table and her breathing slowed, and
she started to giggle. I stood to walk to the mirror, as
I was sure I looked rather disheveled. I had to pass her
to get to the sink, when suddenly she sat up and asked
where I was going. Before I could answer her, she pulled
the drawstring on my scrubs, causing them to fall, and
exposed my wet bikini underwear.
I was in no condition to resist her advances, and stood
in front of her and awaited the retribution. She pulled
at the front of my shorts and withdrew my erection. She
laid back down and rolled on to her side, wrapped her
arm around my ass, and pulled me into her mouth. It only
took a couple of pumps before I started to cum, and she
swallowed every drop.
As the orgasm diminished, I started to think of the
potential consequences of this incident. I was unsure of
what the woman's intentions were, or what I should do
next. I quickly pulled up my scrubs and retied them,
then buttoned my lab coat so that the wet spot would not
be noticed.
I attempted to make an entry in her chart. "Gives great
head," or "insatiable appetite for sex" did not seem
appropriate, but were certainly accurate. I again
thanked her for allowing me to perform the examination,
and she smiled, and said, "Anytime!"
I left the exam room and looked up and down the hall.
Paranoid as hell, I was relieved when the patient left
the office, and was as relieved when the day was done.
Two months later, I finished my ob/gyn rotation and
began a urology stint, and found myself doing digital
examinations of prostates, remembering when I was
examining a much more pleasurable orifice.
If there are any guys out there who are jealous of their
wives or girlfriend who have male gynecologists, you
should be... I'm told by many that this shit happens all
the time. If there are any ladies who would like to
share their similar experiences with me, feel free to do
so.
END
Scott Sebastian Stevens
sstevens@omnifest.uwm.edu
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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