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This is my first ever posting to this newsgroup.   Its one of several
stories I've written, and if you like it, I'll post more.

Oh, and I'm not really as innocent and stupid as the girl in this story :)

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This story is fantasy only, and is intended
only for adults.   It deals with sexual
matters in a privileged relationship
between a minor female and her doctor.
If this offends you then get off this part
of the net and don't read it.
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My name is Jenny.   I'm a 15 year old schoolgirl, and I want to tell you
about my visit to the doctor yesterday.   I had to have my first pap smear
and I was a bit frightened, to tell you the truth.    My mother had told me
how it would hurt a bit, but that it was necessary to make sure I didn't
have cancer.    I didn't want to go, but she finally made me.

The doctor was very nice.    He understood I was embarassed, so he sent my
mother out of the room, so there was only the two of us in the surgery.
That was a nice thought, wasn't it.   It was bad enough to take all of my
clothes off in front of the doctor, let alone having my mother looking on as
well.

The doctor picked up a camera and said he needed to take some pictures of me
taking off my clothes for the medical record.    As I stripped, he clicked
away, watching me closely.   I didn't know they kept such detailed records
of patients.  I was impressed how thorough the doctor was.

When I was totally naked, he asked me to turn around for  him so he could
examine me.   "Very nice!" he said, and I blushed.   "You are very pretty,
Jenny."   That was a nice thing for him to say, wasn't it.    He took a very
close look at every part of me, touching me in the way doctors do -
examining my little breasts carefully, tapping on my back, all that stuff.

Then the part I'd been dreading.

"Now Jenny, hop up on the table here, and we'll get a look at your vagina."

He opened my cunt up, (yes, I learned to use that word when I was twelve,
when Graham Burns and I played doctors and nurses in the bushes at the back
of his place.   I know it's a naughty word, but I rather like it.   Anyway
it's a habit to tall my vagina that name now, and I hope you don't mind) and
peered closely into it.

"Turn over onto your tummy now Jenny," he said, "I'll have to take some
measurements right up at the top of your vagina."  I turned over, and he
moved me back so my legs were dangling down to the floor, and my bottom was
up in the air.    I heard the camera click a couple of times, and again I
thought it was really good I was entrusted to such a thorough doctor.

Then I heard a zipper.   When I asked what he was doing, he told me he was
getting out a special peice of equipment - a special pap smear thermometer.
It was specially flesh textured and warm, so it wasn't so uncomfortable for
the patient.    He pushed it into me and it felt rather nice, actually.   It
was much fatter than I thought it was going to be, about 2 - 3 inches thick.
My mother told me that a pap smear might hurt a bit, but it was necessary,
but I didn't find it hurt at all.   I think if I hadn't been a naughty girl
and plalyed with things up my cunt it might have hurt though.  ( I had been
putting candles, and coke bottles up my cunt since that time with Graham
when I was twelve.)

The doctor did say he was having some trouble gttting it in the exact right
position for measuring my temperature, because he kept pushing it in and
pulling it out again over and over.   It must have been hard work for the
poor dear, because he was breathing quite hard near the end.  But he pushed
faster and faster and finally he grunted in pleasure, I guess because he
found the right place and he took my temperature and stood quietly while he
waited for the thermometer to measure me.

Finally, he pulled it out, and I felt rather sad, because I liked the
thermometer in there.  I heard him putting it back in its case and the zip
going up again, and he told me to turn over so he could continue the
examination.    This has puzzled me for a while now - why do girls have to
take off *ALL* their clothes when the doctor's only going to examine their
genitals?   I asked and he said that in his surgery, all girls under 22
years old have to take off all their clothes as part of procedure, even if
they're only getting their ingrown toenails looked at.

 I said 'I bet it's more than their toenails you're looking at!" and he
laughed and said,
'oh no Jenny, I'm a doctor, we see girls all the time.we don't worry about
things like that.   Now sit back and pull your legs wide apart for me, so I
can look into your vagina.  I want to measure how many fingers you can fit
in there.   Then I'm going to take some photos of you.   Don't be alarmed,
these are purely for your medical records.  I need to record how your body
looks at the moment so we can measure the changes as time goes by,
particularly how your genitals change and how the capacity to stretch
changes as you grow."

He pushed his fingers up me and it felt nice too.   He was squishing around
in the juices up there - I didn't know I had all that stuff up there.  I
wondered if the thermometer had put some in there, but he felt me for a long
time, saying things like, "nice!  Nice.   What a tight one!"  I don't know
why my mother and grandmother told me getting a pap smear was awful - I was
rather having fun!   But then I am a bit naughty, and like doing things with
my cunt when noone can see me.  It was totally different when this nice
doctor was touching me, and I wanted to tell him I liked it, but he was a
doctor and didn't do naughty things with girls.  He would have been angry
with me.

Then he gave me a variety of things to hold in my cunt while he took
pictures to measure how my vagina could stretch.   Some of them were like
the pictures of penises I'd seen in books at school, and some were really
rather big - much bigger than my coke bottle, but it was fun pulling my cunt
open and pushing the things up.   He asked me to pose in various ways, so he
could see how the capacity changed as I changed my posture.     I rather
liked  it when he held the thing upright on the table and asked me to squat
over it, pull myself open and sit down onto it, to see how far I could get
it in.   He took about a dozen pictures of that, even asking me to smile for
the camera and hold onto my nipples, although I don't know what difference
that would make.   Perhaps it was because the nipples were sticking out like
they do when I play with my cunt and he didn't want that in the pictures.

FInally, he told me he was very happy with me, that I made a model patient.
He even kissed me a bit on the lips.  I though doctors weren't allowed to do
that to patients, but I thought  he was a nice man and didn't really mind.

Lastly, he looked at his records, and said he was sorry, but the temperature
reading hadn't worked properly, and would I mind if he took it agian.   I
said of course not.   I rolled over ont my stomach again and let my legs
fall to the floor.    He fumbled around with my bottom, pulling the cheeks
apart.

Then I heard him getting out the thermometer and it slipped into my pussy
again.   Oh it felt nice, but I didn't let the doctor know I was liking it,
that would be naughty, and he was such a nice man I wouldn't want him to be
telling my mother I was naughty.    He's such a good doctor, yet he has such
trouble getting the thermometer into the right place.   It took him four or
five minutes of pushing and pulling to get the thermometer in just the right
place.    It must worry him quite a bit, because he was so relieved to get
it right he moaned and said, "wonderful!  oh yes!" as the thermometer
measured my temperature.

He pulled it out of me and put it away.  I felt very wet around my vagina
now, and I figured I must have been more excited than I thought, and hoped
he didn't notice and tell my mother I was a naughty girl.

He noticed.    DAMN!   But he's such a nice man, he wiped my genitals gently
with a towel  and said, 'We mustn't tell your mother everything about this
examination, must we?   You know that the things that happen between a
doctor and his patients must never be discussed with others, even parents."
I was so relieved, he wasn't going to tell her I'd enjoyed the examination.
I told him I'd never tell her anything about it, and I hoped he wouldn't
either.     He smiled and agreed.

While I put my clothes back on, he said  "Now, Jenny, I'll want to see you
again in a week to check my measurements.  Is that ok?"     We made a time
then as I was leaving he said, "Jenny, I might want to measure your
temperature in your bottom next time, so you might want to practice putting
things in there to get used to it, so it doesn't hurt you."

Do you think I should start sticking my cock bottle up my bum now?

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