Concerned, Part 2

by JW

Hearing Doctor Panjami’s knock on the examination room door, Amanda confirmed that her twelve year old daughter, Shannon was finished changing into the examination gown. The physician slipped through the door and closed it behind her. The smiling Indian woman said “Let’s get your basic information first, can you hop down for me” and she took hold of Shannon’s elbow to steady her. Once the girl’s feet were on the ground she guided the pre-teen over to the scale. Amanda watched as the inadequately secured examination gown flapped exposing her daughter’s naked buttocks. ‘They shouldn’t be that round and firm yet... should they?’ she wondered. “Four feet nine and half inches” the doctor announced pulling the telescoping arm down on top of Shannon’s head. Shuffling the weights along the beams she add “ninety four pounds; you’re exactly where you should be deary” and proceeded to lead the girl back to the table.

Amanda was surprised at the small woman’s strength when she gripped her daughter at mid torso and lifted her smoothly back onto the paper covered platform. She looked deeply into the girl’s eyes and then gently pulled the lower lids down with her thumbs. Next she took the otoscope from her coat pocket and shone it in Shannon’s eyes. Sliding to the side she inserted the scope in her right ear carefully looked around then repeated on the left side. Shannon caught the delicate scent of the doctor’s perfume and for some reason it gave her a sort of warm feeling. The conical nosed instrument went back in her pocket and she put her hands on either side of the girl’s neck pressing firmly and working her way down to the collar bone. “Everything is fine so far” the doctor reassured her patient. The twelve year old felt some sort of relief, like she had passed a test. The relief was short lived as Doctor Panjami now reached behind her neck and unfastened the little bow. When the Indian woman gripped the shoulders of the gown Shannon flinched. “I need to lower this down now” the physician told her as she pulled the blue cotton cover away from the girl’s shoulders. Amanda felt the hum between her legs reassert itself as her daughter’s chest came into view once again.

“Sit up nice and straight for me” the doctor requested of the slouching twelve year old as she put the earpieces of the stethoscope in her ears. The girl straightened her back feeling very exposed. The physician warmed the sensing disc in her hand before beginning to move it to various places around the girl’s chest and back asking her to breathe deeply then hold her breath as she checked both heart and lungs. Apparently satisfied she stuffed the stethoscope in her other coat pocket. “Can you put your hands up on top of your head like this? Simon says” the doctor quipped as she demonstrated. The girl’s mother saw the brown skinned woman’s coat part revealing a red crochet sweater top. She found herself surprised by the size of the slightly built woman’s bust, which was thrust out because of the posture she was demonstrating. ‘Why am I so fascinated with other women’s breasts all of a sudden?’ but her own were now tingling and she was tempted to rub them to relieve the itch.

Meanwhile Shannon had copied the doctor’s example so her mother had another opportunity to inspect the firm cones. The areola appeared less crinkly and puffier now and the center peg had receded so it appeared as a small slightly darker circle in the center of the larger one. Doctor Panjami was looking very analytically at the delectable mounds herself. The white coated figure reached forward and gently cupped the pubescent breasts. The Indian woman had fairly small hands so her daughter’s boobs nearly filled them. Marta and Amanda heard a very soft sound come out of the girl at the contact.

The doctor touching her boobies came as a surprise to the pre-teen. Her breasts were very sensitive and she had no time to try to stifle the moan. When she began to squeeze Shannon felt a wave of warmth wash over her. After a few seconds Doctor Panjami released the spongy cones and pressed firmly under the girl’s armpits. ‘That kinda hurts’ the patient thought but she managed not to react and the painful pressure was not repeated.

“Alright Shannon time to lay down now”. The girl clutched the top of the gown, which had been lying on her forearms in her lap, to her chest and twisted around on the table until she was in the prone position. Her doctor took hold of the neck of the blue cotton drape and pulled it back toward the pre-teen’s waist. “Not quite done yet sweetie” she said with a smile. Shannon shivered as her now tingly boobs were exposed again. The tips of the brown fingers very gently ran all over and around the somewhat flattened cones. ‘Oh my god that feels so good’ the patient recognized to her nervous embarrassment. She felt a familiar twitch between her legs and realized ‘Oh no... I’m getting turned on.’ Amanda’s tits were now really itchy and she noticed her daughter’s areola had crinkled again and the nipple made its presence known. She watched the doctor make the circles around the pliable flesh pressing firmly with her fingertips. She had experienced this process many times herself.

Doctor Panjami palpitated each of the girl’s breasts in turn taking careful note of how the very dense flesh felt under her fingers. Shannon noted that this didn’t feel nearly as good as the gentle caress that had preceded the pressing. When the doctor gripped both her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and began to pull and twist she screamed. It wasn’t from pain. A bolt of pleasure shot directly to her clit. Her mother felt a sympathetic charge shoot through her own needy nips, sending a weaker impulse down to her crotch. The pulling and twisting only lasted a second before her doctor released the tender and now very erect pegs. Shannon followed up the scream with a deep moan as the original wave seemed to have an echo.

The Indian woman raised her hands close to her face and looked intently at her finger and thumb while she was saying “I’m sorry honey but if I warn you that I’m going to do that you’ll tense up and that’ll make it even worse. I need to check for any forcible discharge”. Apparently satisfied that there was no fluid evident on her fingers she put a finger tip of her right hand on top of the turgid peg of her patient’s left nipple and wiggled it back and forth. Shannon thought she was going to faint from the pleasure and she groaned deeply again. “I know honey, I know they’re really tender now... almost done” her doctor assured looking at the finger tip for fluid and then repeating the nipple wiggling on the pre-teen’s right side. The girl moaned again and this time could not stop her hips from lifting off the table.

Her mother was also feeling faint. She’d become aroused herself during medical exams in the past and now watching the same thing happen to her daughter she could easily empathize. In spite of the fact that there was no one even touching her, she felt that gushing feeling down below that told her any movement would flood her panties. “There... everything up top is fine” Doctor Panjami told her patient as she pulled the gown back up and stroked the top of the girl’s head. Shannon was glad to have the opportunity to press her forearms against her boobs that seemed to be demanding more attention.

Stepping away from the table the Indian woman turned toward the girl’s mother and said, so softly that Amanda barely heard her, “now the hard part”. For me too Amanda thought. In a more normal voice the doctor said maybe you’d like to go up to the head of the table for moral support.

“Yeah” the girl’s mother agreed and it came out in a hoarse croak. Her legs felt rubbery as she went to the other end of the examination platform. “Can you sit forward for me for just one second” Shannon lifted her shoulders off the table still clutching the gown to her chest. Doctor Panjami pulled up and inclined the head portion of the table to about forty-five degrees. “You’ll be more comfortable like that and you’ll be able to see what’s going on down there.”

Amanda kissed the top of her daughter’s head which was almost level with hers now and said “You’re being so brave honey, I’m proud of you.” At the same moment the metallic clunk of the stirrups being deployed sent a shiver through the overwrought mother. The brown skinned woman was moving busily. She laid a small sheet drape across the girl’s thighs and pulled a pole lamp and a short stool into place near the end of the table. There was another metallic bang as the last foot or so of the examination platform dropped down, leaving the girl’s lower legs dangling.

“Shannon I want you to just relax and let me do all the work” said the woman seated on the low stool. The girl felt the small hands grip her calf and foot and begin to lift. The doctor’s request now made sense. The pre-teen felt the hardness of the padded stirrup under her left heel so her leg was now held up bent over ninety degrees. The process was repeated with her right leg. The drape across her thighs and knees now obscured the Indian woman on the stool. Mother and daughter both took a deep breath. “Now dear I need you to scoot your hips down until you feel my hand touch your butt” the accented voice said from behind the curtain. The girl rocked her hips against the uncomfortable feel of the crunch paper on the bare tush. She didn’t actually have to move very far before she felt the touch. “Very good sweetie” the hidden doctor confirmed that she was in the required position.

The soft little brown hands were on her thighs just below her knees. “OK honey, now just relax and let your legs fall outward”. Shannon felt like a guitar string that was being stretched to its breaking point. She wasn’t sure the word relax had any meaning for her at that moment. Still she managed with a little persuasion from Doctor Panjami’s outward pressure to let her legs fully open. “Good” the doctor congratulated her patient. The sharp click attracted the attention of the two Cain women and they realized that the pole lamp was switched on. They saw the glow above the drape in spite of the fact that the shade directed virtually all of the light down. At the same moment they became aware of the mirror mounted on the pole above the lamp. Amanda gasped as the physician began to adjust the looking glass and said “Let me know when you have a clear view of you vulva”. The pre-teen was so short of breath that she wasn’t sure she could make a sound but when the circular glass displayed the magnified image of her girlhood she did manage to gasp out

“There!”

Doctor Panjami poked her head above the drape so she could once again see her patient’s face. “It’s very important that you try to relax Shannon. Take some deep breaths. I’m going to explain what I’m doing as I go. If you have any questions or if you need me to stop speak up, OK”. The girl was glad not to have to try to speak, she nodded her understanding and her doctor disappeared again.

During the doctor patient communication Amanda was mesmerized by the image she was seeing. Her daughter’s plump lightly haired mons divided by the pink crease couldn’t have been any clearer if she’d been observing it from two feet away. The incessant tingle between her legs had turned into a throb, so she pushed her pelvis against the side of the table trying to get some relief. Shannon felt the coolness of the air able to circulate over her very hot feeling pussy. “First I’m going to palpitate... uh, I mean feel your labia and look for any abnormalities” the hands that now came into the image displayed in the mirror were cream colored, encased in the latex gloves. Doctor Panjami touched the girl’s inner thigh a couple inches from her groin on her way to the pubescent cunt. She felt the pre-teen tense and kept the back of her hand in contact with the girl’s leg for a moment saying “Relax sweetie” then proceeded to part the labia majora with the fingers of both gloved hands.

Shannon and her mother watched as the outer lips were pulled open exposing even more of the bright pink interior. The inner lips naturally tried to follow their mates and opened quite a bit as well. The only other time anyone had touched her there was at that sleepover night at Jamie’s. The feel of the latex and the situation were different but the sensation was much the same. The doctor worked her way up the fleshy outer labia gently squeezing it between her thumb and her fingers. Shannon felt the waves of heat flooding over her. Her head was spinning and her vision got cloudy watching the foreign hands manipulating her pussy. She didn’t know if she could or should watch anymore.

Amanda was also feeling dizzy but couldn’t have torn her eyes off the spectacle to save her life. As the gloved fingers reached the top the older woman caught sight of her daughter’s prepuce which wasn’t unexpected but the upward pressure that was being applied caused the pink tic tac sized clit to pop up. The sight literally took the mother’s breath away and she gasped. The other two women in the room where far too involved in their own world to notice. The standing woman ground her mons even harder against the edge of the table at the risk of staining the front of her skirt with her freely flowing juices. ‘My God she’s dripping as much as I am’ Amanda recognized the glistening wetness in the delicate folds so perfectly reflected in the mirror.

The experienced physician was of course well aware of her patient’s level of arousal. It was certainly not the first time she’d seen it. Her own pussy throbbed in sympathy. Marta had a very active libido which she generally kept well in check in the office but some things were simply too arousing to be ignored. The brown skinned woman in the white coat took her fingers away from the flooded girlhood just long enough to drop down to where the labia minora connected at the perineum. She started her upward palpitation again on the thinner more sensitive lips. She was unable to check to see if the natural lubrication was adequate, as she would normally be doing, because the fluid produced by the arousal was so plentiful but she also saw no signs of irritation that were normally present in cases of vaginal dryness. She knew very well that the upper third to half of the girl’s inner labia were effectively part of her clitoris and that palpitating them might put the young woman over the edge. She wasn’t sure if that would be such a bad thing.

Amanda wanted so badly to squeeze her nipples. The tension in her breasts was becoming almost painful. Her nips ached for attention. Rubbing against the side of the table while continuing to stroke her daughter’s now sweaty forehead had her very near the brink.

Opening the mid portion of the slippery labia the doctor was able to clearly see that the girl’s hymen had been well and completely breached; recently by all appearances. Marta decided to conduct the examination exactly according to her normal procedure; ‘what ever happens, happens’ she resigned. Up the girl’s inner lips she continued until she reached the bottom of the prepuce. Shannon’s hips twitched but not too badly.

Maybe not too badly from the doctor’s point of view, but from Shannon’s perspective trying to keep still was killing her. She was amazing herself by the second that she could keep her hips from bouncing right off the table.

Doctor Panjami had a twinge of conscience. The next step in her routine exam procedure was to retract the prepuce and see if she could expose the clitoral glans. In a non-aroused patient this would typically be required since the glans was rarely evident and it would be the only way to determine whether the prepuce was occluded. In this case she had seen the girl’s erect clit easily pop out so there clearly wasn’t a problem and therefore no reason to examine the love button any further; but she wanted to for her own prurient interest. With a dose of self admonition she closed the thumb and forefinger of her right hand on the puffy little hood and pulled up and back.

When Amanda saw the gloved fingers actually pull on her daughter’s clit she came in a white hot rush. Her knees buckled and if she hadn’t been able to grab the side of the table she would have wound up on the floor. No longer able to restrain herself she grabbed her boob through the multiple layers of clothing and tried to cover the loud groan with a cough. She felt the ecstasy flood her in waves. Speaking of flooded as the most intense of the sensations subsided she detected the leakage from her panties and felt a trickle of juice beginning to wend its way down her inner thigh. The doctor of course could not see her at all and her daughter had her mind elsewhere. Missus Cain leaned on the table feeling the wonder of the after climax glow seriously impaired by a profound sense of guilt.

Shannon had never tried to hold an orgasm back before. If she’d had the capacity she might have been congratulating herself on an amazing job self control up to that point, but when the doctor pulled her foreskin back and she felt the pressure on the sensitive shaft underneath something started to happen to her toes. She wasn’t sure if they were cold or numb or tingling but there was some kind of unfamiliar sensation in them and they were curling up because of it. There really wasn’t time to analyze the feeling because it was on its way up her body like a runaway freight train. Up both her thighs it seemed to expand and get hotter in her pelvis but it didn’t slow down. It did a similar loop d’ loop in her breasts before exploding in her head with such force that she was powerless to exercise any control what-so-ever. Using the stirrups for leverage her hips, as they had been threatening to do since the doctor first touched her, shot up a foot off the examination table. Shannon heard the scream but she really didn’t know it was her. It was like the scream when Doctor Panjami had pinched her nipples times ten. The slightly built Indian woman watched with personal as well as professional interest as her patient’s vagina spasmed violently for the next several seconds and ejected a stream of clear watery juice. ‘She has the potential to be able to ejaculate’ the doctor recognized finally releasing the girl’s clit which she had been masturbating like a miniature penis.

Mother and daughter were both spent and feeling more than a little embarrassed. “I... I need to use your... uh... washroom” Amanda stammered

“Certainly, turn left when you leave this room it’s the door right at the end of the hall” the doctor directed. The girl’s mother turned and left on shaky legs. Marta rose from the low examination stool and went to the head of the table. Standing beside her post orgasmic patient she stroked the twelve year old’s hair and whispered “It’s OK honey... it’s alright... sometimes that happens.” She felt more than a little responsible for the pre-teen loosing control. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.” Shannon’s head had cleared enough that she was able to comprehend what the doctor was saying. The combination of the stroking and the soothing words were making her feel more relaxed the she’d felt in days. The fact that her body was flooded with endorphins didn’t hurt.

“I’m not quite finished precious, but you just rest until your mom gets back OK”