Our physical education

It happened when I was 18 and went to sign up for a therapeutic exercise group (physical therapy). My cousin also needed to enroll there (though we were in different groups), so we decided to go together. As agreed, we met at the bus stop (we had to travel from opposite ends of the city), and then the two of us set off to find the clinic. My cousin—a girl the same age as me—however, looked like a teenager of about 13–18: short (the top of her head didn't even reach my shoulders), her facial expression still completely childlike, her breasts barely developed, her limbs disproportionately long. Though her hips were already quite substantial, and

her light-blue jeans were stretched by a very nice butt, showing a part of her black lace panties. Along the way, we chatted incessantly about this and that, among other things she said she'd like to try changing clothes or showering in the same room with a guy. She seemed to expect an answer from me, but, not getting one, she sighed, then continued:

"By the way, did you at least recognize the voice on the phone?"

"Voice? Uh... who was I supposed to recognize?"

"Well, how come? The head doctor is our Lucy!"

"By the way," my interlocutor continued in a mysterious voice, "she owes me."

"You too," Lucy interjected, "but let him go first, okay... Yes, and by the way, for a girl it's more important after all... Anyway, get completely undressed."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me, however, porn stories, I did, after all, what I was told. Then the examination began: first Lucy measured my height and weight, and although these devices were at opposite ends of the office, each time my little cousin in her lace lingerie ended up where it was most convenient for her to stare at my, of course, long since erect, largely because of her, dick. Next, the doctor sat at the desk, told me to come over and started squeezing my balls hard (and very pleasantly). Then she told me to turn around and personally spread my buttocks. This time my sister decided to watch me from the opposite side.

Then it was her turn. The head doctor-relative told her to take off her bra and began methodically feeling her small breasts. Then these, the latter, I had a chance to see better, because their owner was made to turn around for a spine examination. Then came the standard height, weight, questions about what she had been sick with and so on. Then came a strict:

"Get dressed."

"Wait, stop," I grew bolder, "why didn't you examine her THERE?"

"Everything girls have under their panties," the doctor answered completely calmly, "is examined by a gynecologist, she brought me a certificate from him... However, we can ask her to just take them off, you have to pay for pleasure."

"Right, you wanted this yourself," I blurted out.

"Okay," she said after thinking a little, "but only for ten seconds."

I agreed, then she pulled off the last piece of clothing, revealing the tender, even lighter skin of her crotch, barely touched by down, and, slowly counting to ten, put them back on, throwing some strange half-questioning, half-expectant look at Lucy.

"I see," the latter said, "you," she addressed me, "sit on the edge of the couch, grab it with your hands."

I did as I was told, after which followed:

"Spread your legs."

With these words, she, taking my little cousin by her sharp shoulders, led her to me and, pressing down, made her kneel on the linoleum laid under the parquet. After that, my cousin didn't need a "nanny" anymore: spreading my knees even wider, and continuing to hold onto them firmly, she deeply took my dignity into her mouth. Leaning back, all I could do was wait for the inevitable conclusion. And so, it happened in the form of what seemed like an unprecedented powerful stream of thick white liquid, sent straight into her insides.

"Is it all in there?"

"Yes," answered the one being addressed, letting go of me and licking her lips.

"Good, then you go rinse your mouth and wash your face," the doctor nodded toward the sink, "and for you here," a pack of wet wipes softly landed next to me, "and you can get dressed."

Yes, and by the way, my sister and I didn't get to "cross paths" in this institution anymore, because we were enrolled in different groups.