The main problem of Anya Lotova
Seryoga Bakhin came home exhausted and excited.
"Come on..." he threw out curtly from the threshold to his beloved pet at home, and for the third year now, his lawful wife, Linka Bakhina, habitually opened up, not even getting up from the armchair, like a pearl-bearing seashell.
There was no time to search for pearls in the pink-dewy depths of his young peri, and without any foreplay, Seryoga, in a completely boorish way, shoved his dick, pulled out from his fly, into the soft little thing's insides, all the way to the hilt.
"Oh!" squeaked Linochka. "That's so cool! Seryenky, you're a maniac!" Her cheeks flushed crimson under her blond curls, her little mouth opened slightly, and all of Linochka became,
as usual at such moments, devilishly attractive and divinely beautiful. Seryoga felt that prolonged sex was not in the cards for him that evening: no more than two or three of his concentrated huffs remained before plunging into the beautiful Maelstrom that had opened before him."Oh fuck! Uuffhh!..." It seemed to Sery that not only his dick, which had exploded with liquid happiness, had fallen into the abyss with Linochka, but he himself, head and suspenders and all. "No, Li-kroshka... I'm not a maniac... And not even some asshole... I'm just a gynecologist... an amateur..."
At this point, the script called for a minute of passionate and polite kissing on the lips, but Seryoga Bakhin, feeling shortchanged on the duration of the sexual act, decided to at least get his in the finale and buried himself in a hot, sucking kiss with the greedily seeking lips of his nymphomaniac wife, seriously and for a long time...
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"Helloo!..."
Standing in the doorway of the office was something young in a psychedelically painted crop top and a loincloth lazily masquerading as a skirt.
"Are you the psycho-gynecologist, right?"
"Hello!" Seryoga pretended to be distracted from the papers on his desk and adjusted his glasses. "Not psycho-, but para-gynecologist: treatment of female sexual depressions using an alternative scientific method. Please, come in! Have a seat."
"Yeah, right-right — depressions!" the creature fluttered its eyelashes, approaching, and extracted a medical card, either from the mini-purse dangling on its shoulder or straight from behind its jeans waistband, which for a brief moment became at least some cover for the shamelessly protruding bare navel. "I read about you in the newspaper. Only it also said there that it's... About defloration."
Seryoga involuntarily winced: those bastards — Kiryukha and Nichipor — had indeed kept their promise to him to publish an ad with his contact info in the yellow press, in his name, for refusing to dance naked on the table at their drunken party, having lost three wishes to them in poker. The whole thing was just that his school crush Ritka Matina was present at the party, who was now the wife of both his buddies, and in her presence, Seryoga even stopped swearing in a friendly way out loud. Besides, he was as much of a dancer as a rabbit is a cunt...
"Last name?" Sery sternly fixed his glasses on the patient's card, where the last name was written in black and white: the impression was that he had decided to test his potential client for sclerosis and find out if she had forgotten her name.
"Anechka," the half-naked lady, startled from the scare, shuddered in the chair and mixed up her name with her last name, though immediately hastening to add: "Lotova."
"What seems to be the trouble?", Seryoga felt like barking out for some reason, to teach her a lesson for her fright, but he realized in time that would be the ultimate idiocy.
"I'm listening to you, Anechka Lotova, with all due attention," he was struggling to get into the necessary professional norm of behavior, full of care and patience. "What's bothering you?"
"Me..." the patient habitually hesitated. "Def... defloration..."
"You want to lose your hymen?" Sery simply helped.
"Yes, very much!" an exclamation full of pent-up internal tension shot towards him. "That's my main problem!"
"You're tired of burdening yourself with virginity in your mature years, and you've come to the firm conviction that the safest way to bid it farewell is in the office of a professional doctor?"
"Yes... I came..." this clueless beauty nodded her head animatedly and dropped her purse on the floor, which immediately scattered a myriad of sparkling useless things.
"Have you at least reached adulthood?" sighed Seryoga, watching her gather her treasures from across the desk.
"What are you saying, doctor!" from under the desk, a beautifully indignant surge of brown eyes looked up at him. "I'm twenty-one!"
"Let's see..." Seryoga flipped through the medical card in the opposite direction. "Well, twenty-one, not twenty-one, but you did turn eighteen... a week ago... Well, that's good too — at least I won't have to demand written parental consent from you... Take off your panties!"
"Just like that?" the purse was gathered and slung over her shoulder. "But I thought..."
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"Hey there, sickos!" he plopped down on the examination couch right away, shamelessly "checked out" all the uncovered beauty of my client, and pulled out from his robe pocket... a video camera. "So, Sery, gonna let me shoot a movie at your place? You promised, after all..."
They, with Kiryukha, apparently couldn't come up with anything more idiotic! At first, everything inside me seized up, and then I just waved my hand:
"Shoot! Two hundred bucks... You, miss, please take off your panties too," I addressed the client. "Or did you want to explain to me that you're shy of doctors and have been looking for a gynecologist who treats by looking into your eyes all your life?"
"No, but..." — this, of course, was worth seeing: the range of emotions on the face of the brown-eyed Anechka Lotova wouldn't fit into the technical capabilities of any video camera. "I didn't think that today... Right away... I thought on the first day there'd be a consultation first..."
I could have, of course, ruined Nichipor's fun — just for kicks! But maybe the idea was indirectly Rika's, and she would definitely have complained about me to my Lika. So I pretended to frown.
"Anechka Lotova! You are in the territory of the harshest medical dictatorship! Tried to imagine? Try doing what the doctor tells you, and maybe we'll get somewhere!"
"But I..." a babble emanated from the tender girl's chest, completely bewildered. "I'm not... not prepared... you understand..."
"Oops!!!", it finally flashed in my previously uncomprehending head, "The girl hasn't washed. What a terribly charming nuance!"
Generally, in such cases, one is indeed supposed to not just let the inexperienced patient who made a mistake go, but to send her away with an admonition to never again allow such tactlessness in her life towards the medical personnel treating her. But they say I'm a good doctor, and as a man, I'm crazy as hell — I like so many things in women that sometimes it even goes beyond their own ideas about themselves. I sympathetically shook my head:
"I quite understand... Take off your panties and get on the chair. The sheet is in the cabinet."
"I thought you had a changing corner... Or at least a screen..." she got up from the chair and now stood in the center of the office, looking around under the intense accompaniment of Nichipor, who was intently filming his "movie." "Oh! Why are you filming! What are you doing!! Doctor, I won't be treated by you! Can I go?"
It seemed she had only just noticed Nichipor — how people can really slow down at the slightest agitation!
"You can!" I said. "But you're not going anywhere. This is a doctor just like me ("True, of physical and mathematical sciences"). His competence includes filming scientific and educational video materials for students of the medical academy. Don't pay attention to his face, unspoiled by intellect — he's just my friend, and in my office he behaves much worse than in his own."
"But what about 'for two hundred bucks'?!" the patient reasonably opened her eyes wide once more.
"And 'for two hundred bucks' is a kind of joke. An intra-party one..." I explained. "Anechka, calm down already and take off your panties more boldly!"
"I'm not wearing them — your panties! You're pestering me too..." she nervously tugged at the waistband of her mini-skirt with her little hands, and I only then realized that they were, it turns out, mini-shorts: identifying them among the numerous slashes and tatters was indeed problematic.
The shorts landed on the chair next to the purse, and Anechka finally climbed onto the gynecological chair. Her thin, tanned legs settled onto the stirrups as if onto hot sand — in three attempts. I felt amused: Anechka's struggle with her internal convictions resembled an attempt to spread her legs wide while keeping them tightly closed!...
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Actually, what I wanted was to fuck. Fully and unambiguously. Because I couldn't jerk off anymore. I was ashamed in front of my parents and it was no longer convenient, I had grown up.
And these two wonders starting with the letter "m" couldn't do anything to me, they only licked me once, that's all. And I was, one could say, ready to love for life, even though it's nice when they lick you, only it all ended very quickly. It was on the bank of the Moon River at the pioneer camp. Dimon burned himself at the campfire like a real rapper and started pestering me at night. And I went for a walk with him on the shore and decided to give myself as a woman, because I didn't want to disturb his fresh wounds. He climbed on top of me all bandaged up and in his underwear, was he ashamed or something, and he didn't take mine off either, just pulled them down.
Started shoving, and I say to him — Look what a moon! He wanted to turn around, but he didn't have enough neck swing and his dick wasn't going in either, even though it already hurt me a little, as a decent girl, from his almighty thrust. I screamed, like I heard once in a porn film, and Dima immediately went limp. He went down on my pussy with his lips, then with his finger, then wanted to touch my maiden breasts, but then we were covered by the shadow of a huge moon. Dima flew away from me like my puppy, whom I shove away when he bites me and doesn't lick me. And then I saw the PE teacher leaning over me...
Igor was a young and very pumped-up PE teacher. All the girls "peed themselves" when he held them on the parallel bars or by the butt on the horizontal bar. And he would say to them — Open your eyes, damn it, you'll fall! And now he was standing over me, spreading his arms over me. "He didn't manage to do anything to you, did he?" Igor the PE teacher asked me with concern and forcibly picked me up in his arms. I closed my eyes and he started looking into my crotch at my, by that time probably very hot, gaping flesh.
He took out a flashlight for some reason, shone it, and then started sucking! I got scared and broke free but not completely, only my panties slid further down his elbows. And suddenly I liked it so much that I almost fell asleep. He rocked me quietly in his powerful arms and below my belly it was getting warmer and warmer... Then I did break free when I experienced my first shared orgasm in my life. And I say — I thought you, as a doctor, were checking my virginity, Igor Orefievich, but why do you need to suck for that??? And he answers me — I just haven't seen a pussy like yours ever! According to my personal classification, it's a princess's rosebud.
Well, okay then, I think, but I still told him seriously and strictly that I wouldn't tell anyone about his "pedagogical feat." Basically, they, as men, couldn't really do anything with me, and I suspected I'd end my life as an old maid. So when I read in the newspaper "Psych. — gynecologist — treatment of nervous depressions and defloration" I immediately thought that this is what I need. Even though before that I hadn't heard or suspected such a profession.
But I couldn't have imagined that they'd order me to take off my panties on the same day, at the first meeting! And when I saw that they were filming me on video, I almost pissed myself in my panties! Though I don't wear panties in the summer — it's not customary in our circle...
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And Seryoga Bakhin got hard. He silently sniffed the aromatic scent of the girl's charms spread open before him, and the embarrassment hidden by the thick fabric of his pants and medical gown didn't take long to manifest. "Why don't other gynecologists' genitals react sexually to patients, but mine always do?" Seryoga sighed to himself. It somewhat alleviated his torment when his brain reminded him that "other gynecologists" at their consultations were all, without exception — women.
But in addition to the unexpected charms, the petite beauty had a completely mind-blowing bush — thick black hair rose in virginal, lush, matted thickets above the pubis, descending in two curly streams all the way to the ring of her ass — and it seemed to Seryoga that his fly zipper was coming undone. "How does she even manage to walk in these truncated shorts? Risks flashing on the very first escalator..." thought Sery, clenching his whitened lips so as not to huff while working, and spreading Anechka's vestibule with a gynecological speculum.
"You see, doctor — this is my main problem!" Anechka Lotova decided for some reason to participate in her own examination. "It's so hard that the sexual organ won't go in!"
"Have you tried?" Seryoga couldn't help but cast an ironic glance over his glasses.
"What are you saying, doctor!" the patient even seemed frightened by the attempt to suspect her of sexual inexperience. "I've been fucking since I was eighteen or even fourteen! And with a Georgian, and with an alien, and in the ass! You know what my brother is like? Only two years younger, but a maniac of a maniac! Once he jerked off on me so much that I only allowed him a little, and he almost fucked me. He would have deflowered me if I were a normal girl, and not a bulletproof virgin!"
"A septum of thickened fibrous-type tissue, that's 'what'," Seryoga closed Anechka's little lips right in front of the video camera and began thoughtfully adjusting the rubber tips of his gynecological gloves. "A rare case, especially at such a young age, but apparently, Anechka Lotova, you and I will have to resort to surgical intervention..."
"Ah!" the exclamation bursting from the young chest interrupted Seryoga mid-sentence and even made him flinch slightly: "What a fool!..."
"Are you crazy? What are you yelling for? I'm not suggesting we fuck, I'm just informing you of a discovered fact: it's unlikely that modern medicine knows any other way to deflower you — not just an incision is necessary, but complete removal of the hymen, since remnants can cause unpleasant sensations for you and your partner during probable future sexual acts."
"I don't like probable ones — I like improbable ones!" the client reacted immediately and explained plaintively: "I'm very scared!... It really hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
"No