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Mary slowly stretched out under the duvet, taking a few moments to
appreciate the snug warmth, before she had to get up. As she lay there, she
couldn’t help but smile, because today was a very special day, a very
special day indeed. For today it was her birthday, and her Mom had promised
her that now she was almost a woman it was time for a whole new wardrobe to
celebrate.
She couldn’t wait until she got the to mall, and got to explore all the
wonderful shops that catered to the younger crowd, no longer would she have
to wear what her mother deemed as appropriate, which to her much younger
mind seemed terribly old fashioned. No longer the plain blouses, the
straight skirts, and blushing slightly as she thought of them, her plain,
boring white smalls. Soon she’d have a suitable wardrobe to go off to
university with.
When she arrived at university, she’d be like a butterfly coming out of its
cocoon. She’d be transformed from the plain, dowdy Mary that her classmates
made fun of behind her back into sexy, exciting Mary, a Mary that just
“might” find a boyfriend.
She languidly slid a hand back under the covers, and let her fingers tap
against her white panties, teasing herself. Her mind was wondering what it’d
be like to kiss a boy, to feel his breath mingling with hers.
That wasn’t all though, she wondered what a penis would feel like, was it as
good to feel as she’d heard? Was is good to feel one sliding into her? Her
friends told her that it was way better than the handle of a hairbrush, and
when he came, Oh the feeling of hot cum filling you up was to die for.
Not that she actually knew, her mother had kept her on a strict curfew all
her life, and it was way past the time she struck out on her own.
She couldn’t blame her Mom though, she knew that her mother had had her
young, that she’d been taken advantage by the school hunk, and then he’d
abandoned her to raise their child alone. She knew the sacrifices her mother
had made to raise her, and whilst she couldn’t wait to strike out on her
own, she understood why her Mom had been so strict about boys.
Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from its explorations and her daydreams
when she hear d her Mom call. She’d been so close, so close to a glorious
orgasm, but she was needed, and today, well her orgasm could wait. She had
much better things to do.
Quickly she dressed, thinking that this would be the last time she’d have to
wear such old maids clothes, soon she’d be dressed just like any other
young woman who was off to university.
Her time in the mall just flew by, there was so much to see and to choose
from, she couldn’t believe it. The colours, the cuts, the styles, so many
choices at once were almost too overwhelming for her.
Every time she tried on a new outfit, she couldn’t help but notice that the
assistants kept giving her an apprising look. Each new look seemed to bring
a nod of approval from them, and she felt so wonderful, so alive. She had
never thought she could look so good.
Mary was aware that her Mom wasn’t too happy about some of her choices,
buther Mom put a brave face on it, and tried her best to approve of her
daughters outfits, even if it was obvious that she thought some of them were
way too revealing.
It was only on their way back did she understand her mother’s distracted
silence.
Her Mom told her that whilst she’d been trying out her new clothes, she’d
received a reminder from the clinic that Mary was due in for a check-up.
So instead of heading out for a family meal, here they were, heading off to
the gynaecologists for her annual check up.
Instead of the normal route, her Mom took a slightly different one, telling
her that since Dr Mackenzie was on holiday, he’d referred her to a locum.
As they drew up outside, her Mom patted her on the arm, and told her that
she’d wait for her, and that they could have her birthday meal later, if she
still wanted to. “Of course Mom, that’d be great!” Mary reassured her as she
left the car.
Once inside the clinic, the receptionist took her name, and gave her a look,
a look Mary that Mary had a hard time interpreting. She couldn’t decided
whether it was predatory or pitying, and told her where to go for her check
up.
Slightly unnerved by the strange behaviour by the receptionist, Mary opened
to door to the suite, and was pleasantly surprised to see that her Doctor
was female and looked pretty young, almost too young to have qualified.
Still it was much better than old Dr McKenzie. Not that Dr Mac as she called
him was bad, it was just that he was the only man to have ever seen her most
intimate parts, and that made her feel just a little uncomfortable.
The doctor welcomed her in with a “Hi, you can call me Steph” and pointed
to a seat by her desk. Mary quickly sat down and waited for the inevitable
barrage of questions, which she duly answered, honestly and openly. Sue
seemed quite pleased by the answers, only pausing occasionally to remark
that Dr Mackenzie had kept excellent notes.
The next part was the bit that Mary usually dreaded, the examination on the
gyno table. She always felt so exposed lying there, her legs held open by the
stirrups, whilst Dr Mac sat looking into her most private part. Just the
memory of him, caused her to blush slightly.
This time Mary felt much more relaxed, and she just knew that a woman would
be more sympathetic, more understanding than any man could be.
As she wriggled a little, trying to get comfortable, Steph, quietly and
efficiently worked around her, attaching straps to her thighs, her calves,
and around her hips. When Mary questioned the need, Steph replied with that
during this exam she’d be needing to make some delicate measurements, she
couldn’t afford to have Mary move around too much and spoil the readings.
Somewhat mollified, Mary settled down, and with a start realised that
somehow, being held helpless like this was a little scary, but also a little
sexy. She realised that she was like a helpless princess awaiting the
attentions of a prince to awaken her.
She blushed, deeper this time as she hoped that she wasn’t getting too
moist, that her naughty thoughts weren’t having too great an effect on her
pussy, as it would be mortifying for that nice Dr Steph to see her like this.
Steph though just smiled down at her, and patted her on the arm, and with a
knowing smile told her that a great many women had a similar reaction when
the straps were tightened.
With that Steph briefly disappeared and returned with a cloth covered table,
something that Dr Mac had never done. As she sat down between her
widespread thighs, she told her that she was going to perform some different
tests, tests that Dr Mac had probably never done on her.
Mary leant up and watched as Steph uncovered the table, and see was a little
surprised to see that the cover his what looked like a man’s penis on some
sort of robotic arm. Steph noticed her interest, and with a smile told her
that yes, it was exactly what her mind was telling her.
“If you didn’t know, Mary” Steph told her, “There are special devices to
help girls receive pleasure, that they didn’t need to just use hairbrush
handles”
If she could Mary thought she’d curl up an die with embarrassment,
how could she know that that was her favourite way off getting off whilst she
was dreaming about her first boyfriend, and that special moment when he took
her for the very first time.
Her mind was brought back to the present when she felt Stephs latex covered
hand brush against her pubic hair. With a deep blush, she felt her lower lips
part slightly, exposing her intimate folds.
“That’s a good girl” Steph reassured her, seeming to take no notice of her
arousal as she continued to gently stroke Mary’s mons, all the while lining
up the phallic device with her open vagina.
Mary couldn’t look, it was too embarrassing, here she was, tied down, whilst
her doctor stroked her where nobody had ever stroked her and to make matters
worse, she was getting turned on!
She tried to move away when she felt the tip of the device press against
her, but Steph just continued to stroke her, and the feel of her touch was
relaxing enough to enable the phallic intruder to slip into her, almost
without her noticing.
She made a small face when she felt the tip of the intruder press against
her cervix, and Steph carefully moved it back a little. “Comfortable?” she
asked, and Mary nodded a yes.
Steph stopped her stroking, and became all businesslike again, “I’d like you
to grip the phallus” she asked, as we need to know just how well you’ve
developed your vaginal muscles. Not many women take enough care, and we
need to know what your baseline readings are.
Mary did as she was requested and tried to grip the device as hard as she
could, bearing down, holding it as tight as she could manage. Steph was busy
looking at the readings on her laptop, and told her in an amazed voice,
you’re doing great. Not many women have such well developed muscles there,
you must really take care.
This praise threw Mary a little, as she knew she hadn’t ever done anything to
improve herself “down there”
Stephs’ voice brought her back from her musings, and she had to ask her to
repeat herself. “I’m going to turn it on now, and I want you to relax and
enjoy it” Steph repeated.
“OMG” Mary thought, Dr Steph wants me to cum, here, now, and she turned her
face to the wall, trying to cover up her spreading blush. Mary bit down on
her lip when the phallus started to slowly vibrate, sending surprising
feelings trough her.
The pain in her lip, and the pleasurable sensations from the intruder mixed
together, and she realised that she was indeed getting turned on. Steph’s
touch, when it came, somehow didn’t surprise her, in fact she sort of
expected the doctor to press and rub her latex hand against her mons,
repeating what she’d been doing earlier.
Mary found she couldn’t really move her hips at all, and the damned device
wouldn’t move, instead it just throbbed away inside her, sending shivering
ripples through her. Although Mary had thought her first time with another
would have been with her first boyfriend, she strangely didn’t mind that it
was Dr Steph.
Her breathing got ragged as she neared her first shared orgasm, and Dr Steph
reacted by changing her rubbing action to one of tracing her fingertips up
and down her fully engorged labia. This change of touch was all she needed
and with a low, drawn out groan, she felt herself clench the intruder
tighter than she had before.
The feeling of the slightly yielding phallic invader felt so huge inside
her, she thought she’s never stop cumming, it was that intense.
She’d made it like she’d never had before, and all her spinning mind could think
of.
well if that’s what its like with a toy, what would a real mans penis feel like?
And with those thoughts, Mary let herself drift of into a light post
orgasmic slumber. She was barely aware as Steph slowly removed the intruder,
and left the room.
Mary awoke, momentarily lost as she tried to make sense of the restrained
feeling, but Stephs kind voice gently reassured her, and told her that they
just needed one more reading and they’d be done.
Just the memory of her orgasm, there in front of Steph, caused Mary a moment
of slight embarrassment, but she quickly got over it. If this last test was as good
as the previous, well, it would make a birthday for her to remember.
She was almost looking forward to the device, and found enough nerve to ask
Dr Steph was they were actually called, she couldn’t help herself colouring
just a little at the question, but she thought that now she was going to
uni, she ought to splash out on something like these, just in case finding
a boy took longer than she thought.
Steph told her that the technical terms were a dildo, for the non vibrating
one, a vibrator for the other. “Dildo, vibrator” these names rattled around
her mind as she watched Steph line up another device with her vagina.
Seeing Mary’s curiosity, Steph informed her that she was going to use a
dildo again on her, as she needed to reaffirm the results.
This time Mary noticed that it was a little larger in girth than the first,
but Steph calmed her worries, telling her that it’ll feel just as good as
the first one, if not better, and Mary hoped that she was right.
As the dildo slipped into her, Mary felt her body respond, her pussy started
to moisten, and her labia puffed up again, getting nice and thick. She could
feel the throb of her clit as the blood rushed into it, demanding her
attention.
Mary relaxed when Steph started to rub her mons again, sending fresh shivers
through her. As she tensed up, she could feel the larger dildo filling her,
making her feel ever so aroused. Again Steph slowly drew her latex covered
fingertips up and down, along her engorged labia, teasing her, and Mary
could feel another great orgasm swelling up within her.
Just as she tightened up, just as the first wave of orgasmic contractions
swept though her, she felt a sharp pricking deep within her pussy, but
Stephs touch and the nearness of her orgasm just mixed up the pain signals,
driving her to a shattering orgasm.
This time though, after she’d came, she found that her pussy wouldn’t relax,
wouldn’t go back to normal. She could feel the walls of her pussy still
tightly gripping the dildo.
“Steph?” Mary asked worriedly, “My pussy, there’s something wrong with my
pussy, it’s all cramped tight”
“Don’t worry” Steph reassured her, it’s a perfectly natural reaction to the
injection of Botox that you’ve just received.
Mary’s head spun injection? Botox? what was Steph talking about? It didn’t
make sense to her, but Steph ignored the girls weak protests and carried on
about her business as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
As Steph slowly withdrew the dildo, Mary thought she’d be turned inside out,
she was gripping it so tight. The slight speckles of blood she saw as it
slowly slipped from her just added to her consternation.
Once it was safely out of the way, Steph, settled on her seat, and looking
up between Mary’s still widespread thighs, let out sigh, and said it was a
shame, but her mothers instructions had been very clear.
Mary was totally confused now, what had her mother to do with any of this,
wasn’t this a normal gyno exam? And more worryingly, what exactly
did Steph mean by it all.
She didn’t have long to wait to find out, as she watched as Steph lent in
close, and slowly blew across her exposed mound. The feel of the hot, damp
breath on her exposed and still throbbing clit sent a fresh shiver through
her, relaxing her a little.
Steph then took a bottle of lube from the table, and generously coated both
of her hands, rubbing them together with s squeaky, squishing sound.
Mary was in total shook as she felt Stephs fingers expertly probe her still
puffy labia, and start to slip into her waiting pussy. To start with they
felt a little like the dildo, but as they continued to press she could feel
first two, then three and eventually all four finger start to slip into her.
Whilst all that was happening, Steph head was lowering closer and closer to
her clit, the feel of her breath was getting harder and harder, still
managing to arouse her, even as a part of her mind worried about what
exactly her fingers were doing.
Steph timed the moment perfectly, the moment she started to introduce her
thumb was the moment her lips made contact with Mary’s labia. Mary couldn’t
help but release another soft moan, the feel of Steph’s moist lips on her
lower lips was surprisingly nice, and she momentarily forgot about he hand
that was almost inside her.
As Steph teased her, almost but not quite making contact with her engorged
clit, she could feel her vaginal walls give, the tight clamped feeling was
replaced with a series of little popping sensations and pangs of pain
as her muscles were stretched beyond their limit.
The feeling of her innermost muscles as they gave way to Stephs insistent
hand started to feel good, especially when combined with her excellent
tongue and lips. She could feel herself trying to lift her hips, trying to
get Steph to kiss her on her throbbing clit, but the hip strap prevented all
movement.
She was gasping, in a heady mix of pain and pleasure as Steph slowly formed
a fist, deep within her. The feel of her knuckles and thumb as it slowly
slid deep into her, rasping against the engorged nodules of her g-spot. Taught
ligaments and muscles frozen in place with botox fighting the intruder.
Eventually she was so deep that she felt a nudge on her cervix.
“Look” Steph told her, momentarily moving her head, allowing her to see
Stephs arm buried deep in her with a mirror. Stephs forearm was halfway inside
her, slowly sliding back out, the knuckles of the fist stretching, scraping along
her most sensitive walls.
Mary couldn’t help but think that looked sooo wrong, but felt so right as
Steph continued to slowly fist her aching pussy. Steph lowered her head
again and started to tease and torment her clit with the promise of a most
intimate kiss as she started to twist her wrist inside her.
Mary could feel her pussy muscles, stretching, then snap, releasing
exquisitely intense masochistic pain, as the fist
expertly probed all the deep recesses of her cunt. in the back of her mind
she was aware that the Botox had paralysed her muscles, causing them to
remain inflexible and tightened, and that Stephs hand was tearing them,
ripping them, not just at the ligaments, but causing stretching trauma, millions
of micro tears throughout, ruining them, making them useless, forever. She
would have panicked, but she was so overcome with feeling she could barely
think.
But somehow it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the incredible feelings
that the invading hand and her mouth were doing to her.
Steph paused momentarily, and relaxed the hand, letting it open inside her,
as she placed her other arm alongside the first.
As she started to slide the first fingers of her other hand alongside the
first, Steph took Mary’s little bud into her mouth, and gently ran her
teeth along the sensitive tip.
Mary’s mind closed down as the incredible feelings of Steph’s fisting
and gentle nibbling on her clit sent an orgasmic shiver though her. Almost, but
not quite enough. She could feel herself right on the brink of a shattering
orgasm, but Steph released her trapped clit, letting her come of the edge.
Whilst she had been distracted with her almost orgasm, Steph had finished
sliding her other hand into her, so that when she told Mary to look, she
could only see Stephs two wrists gripped tight by her well stretched labia.
As Steph started to close her hands, forming a pair of fists deep inside
her, stretching, tearing muscle fibres, snapping and loosening ligaments,
destroying elasticity, ripping hundreds of small micro-tears that couldn’t be
counted, pulverising the her young cunt walls, turning them to soggy soft mush.
The bruising tomorrow would prevent her from walking.
The trauma of repeated births in seconds not hours, and with botox
unlikely to wear off any time soon, removing any hope of doing kegel exercises
to recover.
She lowered her head again, and started to flick her moist tongue over Mary’s
exposed clit. The shock and intimacy of Stephs expert mouth sent Mary
straight to the edge of an orgasm, before tipping her over. As she started to
cum, she could feel the two fists being forced deep into her, now moving fast,
then very fast, then ruthlessly, punching, harder, harder, faster. It made wet
smacking noises. Loud sucking squelching noises, like a boot stirred in thick
mud.
Now she was churning her fists hard, using her entire body weight for leverage,
grunting with effort like a wrestler.
The ‘Dr’ did her best to remove what little tone her mushy cunt muscles still
held. Mary was cumming, and cumming, one orgasm after another as the fists
and tongue expertly played with her. The feel of Stephs mouth teasing and
toying with her clit, the feel of the fists as they scrapped against her G spot,
kept Mary locked in an orgasmic spasm in her whole body – she couldn’t feel
her cunt contracting though. There was nothing left of her former youthful pussy
muscles, they were stretched beyond usefulness, ruined, probably forever. All
she could feel was the throbbing in her clit and the feel of the invading hands
violating her insides as they played with and stretched the sensitive walls
of her pussy more and more. Still in went on, seemingly for hours.
Steph was being brutal and systematic.
Finally, the orgasms stopped, and Steph, slowly pulled her hands from deep
within her with a slopping sound.
Mary was dazed, she was totally spent, it’d felt like she’d played a full
game of netball, she felt that tired. She could barely hold her head up when
Steph produced a mirror, one like they used at the hairdressers, and told her
to have look at her pussy.
Even though her mind was barely working, from sheer exhaustion and cumming
so much, she couldn’t stop a small tear forming at the corner of her eye as she
saw her ravaged teenage pussy. It looked like a whores pussy. It still gaped
open as wide as when both fists had just exited together, a deep, angry red,
dark cavern, not closed up, neat, nice and tight as it should be – as it was
before. It was as if she’d just given birth, except the trauma to her vagina was
absolute.
Steph, then in he best doctors voice told her that this what her
mother had wanted for her. She didn’t want Mary to make the same mistakes
she had when she was young, and with a stretched, enlarged, loose pussy like
this, no boy or man would want to fuck it. At least, not once they got her in the
bedroom and felt how used it was. She could attract them with her pretty face
and nice body, to get favours, but only a man who really loved her would put up
with her ruined cunt muscles.
Her Mother did this so that she could avoid bad boyfriends who weren’t caring
and focus on her studies instead of being a silly slut at parties like her Mom
had been in her youth – her mothers ability to milk cocks with her tight pussy
muscles had become famous, guys had insisted on experiencing it bareback,
and the rest was history – young single Mom. Well it wouldn’t happen like that
to her daughter Mary now.
Thanks to her Mom, her university career was safe. As long as she stayed
shy about her pussy, avoided casual sex, focused on passing those exams, and
found a virgin nerd or somebody to marry, some luckless rich dope who doesn’t
believe in sex before marriage.
Unfortunately the plan massively backfired and Mary wasn’t a great student and
became a fisting whore for a biker gang and ended up giving birth to a whole
litter of different men’s babies. At least every delivery was smooth. The babies
just fell out, with no pushing required. Mary could at least thank her Mother for
that.
The end.
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