Friday. On the way home from the supermarket, as usual, I stopped by my old friend Sylvia. Sylvia, a bright brunette, with curvy figures and a rather narrow waist, is a gynecologist, 36 years old woman. The white robe hugged her huge full breasts, the nipples of which stuck out under the fabric. Sylvia rarely wore bras and once admitted to me that she enjoyed having her nipples rub against the rough fabric of her robe. We had been chatting for half an hour, but there were still no visitors. Finally, there was a knock on the door.
Sylvia put on a gauze mask.
"Yes Yes".
A young girl of about eighteen or nineteen appeared at the door. The thin dress hugged her small, but firm and protruding breasts.
“Come in, don’t be shy,” said Sylvia. "What are you complaining about?"
“I’m fine,” the girl answered and then blurted out...
“My hymen has burst, and I need a certificate stating that I am a girl. I have a very strict dad. And I’m going to get married... Here... I will pay you as much as you need.”
“Hmm...” Sylvia hesitated.
“Well, take off your clothes, I need to examine you.”
"Why is this?" - the visitor was surprised.
Sylvia slowly took off her mask. The girl's eyes widened.
“You will recognize me, Emelie,” Sylvia smiled, but there was something hidden in this smile. Something I couldn’t understand yet.
“So that no one finds out anything, Emeli, I will first carefully study you,” Sylvia concluded.
“Okay,” the girl said humbly and took off her dress.
Yeees. Her ass was just right! Tall, upturned, firm and just big enough for her proportions.
“Take off your panties and make yourself comfortable, leave your shoes on,” Sylvia pointed to the gynecological chair.
The girl obeyed again, climbed onto the chair, spreading her legs.
"Hands off".
Emelie removed her hands with which she was trying to hide her womb. We silently looked between her legs. A neat pubis, lips slightly parted, the pink inside was barely noticeable.
Sylvia put on gloves and approached her.
“Let’s examine her, colleague,” my friend turned to me.
“Yes, yes, of course,” I muttered, playing along with my friend, put on rubber gloves and walked up to the chair.
Sylvia pointed a bright lamp between the girl’s legs and slowly began to penetrate her labia with her fingers. Again she began to play her games, I almost smiled.
“Okay, relax, ... I see,” she told the patient. Sylvia spread the girl’s lips wider, carefully examining the insides. The mobile phone rang. The friend took it out of her robe pocket with one hand and began to say something. At the same time, her second hand remained in the girl’s crotch, her thumb, as if accidentally, lay in the area of the patient’s clitoris and lightly massaged it. Emelie tried to move, but it was not easy to do so in the gynecological chair. Sylvia finished chatting with someone and returned to the patient, whose slit was slightly moistened.
"Hmm," you're very sensitive, girl. Sylvia used her ring and index fingers to spread our patient's outer labia, and used her middle fingers to penetrate deeper and deeper into her already squishing pussy. Then she began to insert three fingers there at once, stretching and torturing the excited flesh. The girl moaned louder and louder. Now Sylvia’s entire palm was dipping in and out, stretching the tense vagina and exposing everything inside, soft pink.
“Now show us your butt,” Emelie blushed a little at this.
Sylvia put her finger inside the girl's ring and turned it a little.
I looked at Emelie. She closed her eyes. Her face was burning.
“How did you break the hymen?” Sylvia asked sharply.
"Why do you need?"
Sylvia looked at the phone standing on the huge table. Remind me of your dad's number.
“...I...I was playing with a toothbrush case,” the girl whispered.
"Did you put it in?...Too deep?"
“Yes,” the words came to Emeli with great difficulty.
“What did you put in your ass?”
The girl covered her face with her hands.
"Let me go"
“I’m asking what you put in there, you mean girl?” Sylvia stuck her index finger into her ass.
“Oh,” the girl screamed.
“It seems our patient knows a lot about self-satisfaction,” Sylvia turned to me. I also noticed that, unlike the lovely visitor’s pussy, her ass was much better developed.
“Nothing, nothing, ... we’ll teach you how to handle your butt correctly, girl,” Sylvia reassured the Girl.
“First, we’ll wash and clean it thoroughly. And don’t you dare contradict us, otherwise we’ll tell your dad something he shouldn’t know!” said Sylvia.
“Get down on the floor, become a doggy style and stick out your lovely ass well, we want to use it. And from this second - not a word!”
The girl was almost crying. She got off the chair and stood doggy style in the middle of the room, sticking her butt out right towards us. I must admit that this action was pleasant for me and I also became a little moisturized below. Meanwhile, Sylvia, who had rolled a bag of water to the patient, was connecting a long and fairly thick white tip to the tube. Then she lubricated it with some kind of ointment and began to insert it into the pink anus of this beauty.
“Oh-oh,” Emelie sighed.
“Be quiet,” Sylvia barked and opened the faucet on the counter...
Half an hour passed... The infusion procedure (now not of water, but of a weak solution of potassium permanganate) was repeated for the third time. I sat on the gynecological chair, legs apart... I must admit that I was so excited that I asked to do two bowel cleansing procedures with me. The hot Sylvia, having stripped naked, was actively working with the thickest tip in Emelie’s backside, now opening and closing the tap. The solution was squelching in the girl’s bottom. Both of them had their asses turned towards me, and I, enjoying the picture, slowly massaged my clitoris. Both crotches were visible, but my attention was drawn to that younger bottom, which had not yet experienced all the torments that my friend had prepared for her.
So, I sat and reclined on the gynecological chair, my legs were spread wide apart and supported under my knees with metal holders. My stomach was filled with water, a rubber hose was swaying from side to side, which was pushed into me so that it filled the uterus to its very depths. The end of it hung between my legs. I no longer turned it or tried to push it even deeper. From time to time I squeezed the ring of my anus so that water would not spill onto the leather chair, while the walls of my vagina reflexively contracted, filling my abdomen, my pussy, and especially my butt with previously incomprehensible sensations of bliss and excitement. The chair under me, hot from my body, was wet and creaked quietly. Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, I breathed through my mouth, swallowing the air deeply. While no one was taking care of me, I was waiting for the urge of the intestines. The hose will need to be pulled out when I run to the toilet to empty the next portion of water, but I really didn’t want to do this.
Sylvia took out from my bags a huge long cucumber about forty centimeters long, which had thickenings at both ends. Hastily rinsing it with warm water from the tap, she wiped it dry and generously lubricated it with some kind of liquid ointment. "Well, it... has begun." - flashed through my head, and I closed my eyes.
A few minutes passed...
I came to my senses again and turned my gaze to the table. Sylvia spread her legs wider and began to lower herself onto the cucumber that was sticking out of Emelie’s butt. Since Emelie’s butt was not yet developed, the cucumber did not sway from side to side, but stuck out almost vertically, while being inclined slightly towards her legs. Emelie's pubic bulge and swollen pink clitoris were visible. Her hair grew only on her pubic area, but her labia were pristinely clean and I involuntarily had the idea of filling them with something else, but the languor spreading through my body did not allow me to get up, and I continued to simply watch what was happening. The girl closed her eyes and pressed her pelvis to the table, afraid that the huge vegetable would penetrate even deeper into her depths. Sylvia's labia began to spread apart, and then, as penetration deepened, they stretched, grasping all the irregularities of the cucumber. The vegetable was so long that neither Sylvia’s vagina nor Emelie’s rectum were able to absorb it entirely. The hard surface of the table caused Emelie some inconvenience and she tried to make herself a little more comfortable. At the same time, her butt rose above the table and the cucumber, under pressure from above, sank another centimeter and a half into the girl’s anus. Sylvia noticed this, and at the same time she began to breathe deeper, almost wheezing from the new wave of excitement that rolled over her. Despite the fact that her labia were tightly wrapped around the vegetable, the juices from her vagina were already flowing down its shiny surface and collecting around the pink-brown ring of Emelie’s anus, not yet able to penetrate her rectum. It was clear that Emeli no longer understood what was happening to her, but only lay there and moaned. The area underneath was also wet. At this moment, Sylvia, who had sat down on the cucumber, took a deep breath and quickly began to raise her pelvis. At the same time, the cucumber did not follow her, but only pulled on Emeli’s sphincter ring. Leaning on her hands, Sylvia squatted down sharply, then raised her pelvis and began to make frictional movements over Emeli. This seemed to bring the girl to her senses and she raised her head, but either did not want or could not interfere with Sylvia, who was straddling her on top. This sight took my breath away and I continued to watch. The cucumber plunged in and out of Sylvia's stretched pussy. Gradually, he began to ride in the rear of Emelie, who tried to raise her plump ass and lower it, trying to get in time with her rider. The action had been going on for a minute or two and I already felt cramps inside my stomach, indicating that it was time to empty the intestines of water. I raised my legs, removed them from the chair holders and began to lower them to the floor. The hose began to slowly withdraw from the uterus, then from the vagina, which made me reflexively clench my legs. Not now, I thought, trying to put off the orgasm that was rolling over me. Holding the hose with my hand and trying to turn it a little inside me, while simultaneously pushing it deeper, I somehow made it to the table. Emelie and Sylvia were already moaning with all their might, sometimes even wheezing, and looked like two intercourse animals.
I had to hurry to the toilet, and I pulled the hot hose out of me with my hand, trying not to think about orgasm, then began to spread Emelie’s outer labia with the fingers of my other hand. The girl, feeling my fingers in her pussy, raised her butt and tried to spread her legs wider. Her pussy lips were wet and slippery. I began to forcefully press the hose into her, which was too thick for her slit.
“O-O-O-O,” she howled, more in pleasure than pain.
Leaving the end of the hose on the table, I rushed to the toilet. Sitting down on the toilet, she began to loudly release water, feeling incredible relief. The tension in my stomach subsided and I instinctively massaged my pussy, running two fingers deeper into my vagina, but the orgasm still did not occur. Releasing the remnants of the now clean water, I sat on the toilet, feeling a little tired. With my other hand pizdeishn.net I stroked my belly. “God, how good,” I thought. Some time later, I left the toilet and went into the office. Sylvia continued to fuck the girl, holding her hair with one hand and saying... “I want you to feel it in your stomach, lustful bitch!” I went to the table, took the dangling end of the hose and began to twist it in Emelie’s pussy, while trying to push it deeper.
“Look, she seems to really like it,” I turned to my friend.
"Don't touch her clitoris," Sylvia replied. “We will fuck her until she cums intrauterinely.”
I raised the end of the protruding hose higher so as not to massage Emelie’s clitoris, and began to turn it faster and faster, simultaneously entering and removing it.
“It looks like she has a sensitive back wall of the vagina,” I said, seeing that the cucumber riding in her butt was causing the lying girls to raise and lower their butt.
“Yes! I told you so! Anal sex is suitable for her!”, the friend almost screamed.
“More! More!”, the girl barely whispered.
I listened to the smacking sounds of a cucumber entering alternately, either into my friend’s pussy, or into Emelie’s stretched ass, while not forgetting to actively work with the hose in her vagina. With my other hand, I gently massaged my clitoris.
Here Emelie wheezed and twitched her butt. Sylvia sharply raised her pelvis, freeing herself from the cucumber, her vagina loudly sobbed. Then she jumped down to the floor and continued to pound the poor girl's ass with that vegetable. The cucumber massaged Emelie's vagina through the wall of her rectum, bringing her great bliss. The girl stuck her ass out high, lifting it off the table, while our tools actively entered and exited both of her holes. Her labia and anus were alternately pulled over our “devices.” The pink skin around the ring was thin and when the vegetable moved, it pulled against it, as did the labia. It felt like we could pull her rectum and vagina out. Finally the girl screamed in ecstasy, arched her back, then her butt rose above the table and she convulsed on the table. She kept cumming and cumming. And we, like bitches, frantically skewered it first on a cucumber, then on a schlag.
“Hwaaaatit!” she screamed, coming to her senses and breathing heavily.
She fell on her side and tried to snatch our “tools” from us with her hands.
“That’s it, pull it out,” Sylvia commanded and I pulled the hose out of Emelie’s pussy, and Sylvia began to take the cucumber out of her ass. The girl tried to relax her butt, but she kept shuddering and shuddering. The anus tightened when the cucumber was almost out, since this vegetable had a thickening at the end. Finally Sylvia pulled it out. I was already standing behind her and looking at Emeli’s ass, which was relaxed and did not want to close. My friend and I looked at each other. Sylvia's pupils were dilated with excitement, probably just like mine. She held her hand on the upper buttock of the girl, who was lying on her side quietly and did not resist at all.
“I want to explore her bottom,” Sylvia whispered and reached out for some kind of medical device that resembled a spoon. Then she inserted a piece of iron into Emelie’s ass and began to stretch her anus to the right and then to the left. Emelie's ass glistened from the lubricant and juices that came out of Sylvia, and stretched pliably. Sylvia peered into the dark tunnel that now represented Emelie's anus.
“Let me go,” said the girl.
“Get on your knees and arch your back,” Sylvia commanded, not listening to Emelie’s pleas.
She did just that. Tears began to shine in her eyes.
“Fill these syringes with water for me,” Sylvia asked me.
I took four douching syringes one by one and filled them with cold water from a bucket under the table.
Sylvia took the “spoon” out of the girl’s butt and began to insert a cold syringe into her anus, which reflexively shrank, but was not yet able to tightly grasp it. Then Sylvia released the first load of water into Emelie's ass.
“O-O-H,” the girl sighed, either because the cold water washed her hot insides, or because of a new wave of excitement.
“Lie on your back,” Sylvia said and the girl obeyed.
Sylvia walked around the table, walked up to Emelie’s head and spread her legs. Her swollen red clitoris appeared.
“Suck me, just hard,” my friend ordered.
The girl began to suck Sylvia's crotch, then switched to her clitoris. She sucked it, periodically wrapping her lips around it, biting it and smacking her lips at the same time. Sylvia was silent, breathing heavily and waiting for her first orgasm. My lower abdomen ached, I bent Emelie’s legs at the knees and spread them, exposing her slit. Her clitoris also protruded between her labia. I stuck one finger in her ass, then the second, and began to move them in her anus, picking and exploring it. The girl squeezed and unclenched her ring, from which the water introduced by Sylvia flowed out in a stream. I stuck my thumb as deep as possible into her hot slit and massaged the vaginal walls with it. Finally, my friend began to cum, squeezing Emelie’s face with her feet and pressing her breasts with her hands.
“That’s it! Enough!” she wheezed and Emeli froze.
“Sooo good,” Sylvia moaned.
“Now suck it!” Sylvia commanded.
I took my already sticky fingers out of Emelie’s holes, climbed onto the table, spread my legs, arched my back, sticking out my butt.
“Suck it in my ass,” I said, and after a while I felt the girl’s wet and rough tongue on the ring of my anus, then inside it.
“Like this,” my friend directed her, and Emelie’s fingers began to enter my ass, tickle and spread my anus, stretching it, and the girl’s tongue penetrated deeper and deeper.
“Stretch my ass, tear it apart!” I said, and the girl frantically penetrated me deeper and deeper, either with her tongue or with several fingers.
“Oh my God,” I howled and began to cum, squeezing the sphincter ring around Emelie’s fingers. A sharp, bright, unusual orgasm pierced my entire body, starting from the anus and spreading through my entire wet crotch. Sylvia pulled out Emelie’s palm and I fell weakly onto the table. Painfully pleasant waves spread throughout my body.
A minute later Sylvia spoke...
“Get dressed. I will write you a certificate, provided that you deliver it home in the manner indicated by me, and also visit my office every Friday.”
“For what? I’m healthy,” the girl asked, lowering her eyelashes.
"We'll play with your ass and put different tools in it, and you'll obey."
The girl blushed... "Yes, ma'am."
Sylvia finished filling out the form, then signed her name at the bottom.
Bring me a case for a toothbrush, she asked me. Soon I returned, Sylvia opened it and put in a certificate rolled into a tube.
The girl's eyes widened.
"Pull down your panties and lift up your dress, ... so, ... now spread your legs. Anet, spread her buttocks wider."
I spread her still burning ass, and Sylvia began to push the sheath into her pink anus, pushing it with her palm. The case, twenty to twenty-five centimeters in length, went fifteen centimeters deep.
“That’s enough,” the girl asked, burning with shame, or perhaps because she was standing with her head bowed low.
Sylvia began to lift her panties and carefully tucked them in, propping them up against the sheath. Then she lowered the hem of her dress, while the end of the case sticking out from Emelie’s butt was practically invisible.
“Walk,” Sylvia commanded.
The girl took several steps, trying to stay straight, but it was felt that with each step the sheath either came out a little from her butt, then returned back to its place, pushed by her panties.
“I’m looking forward to your appointment next Friday. I’ll prepare some interesting procedures for your butt and your pussy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the girl whispered and, squeezing her legs, trying not to wag her butt, she headed towards the exit.
To be continued...
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