Once I turned eighteen, Mom said it was important I have good sexual hygiene and took me to her gynecologist, Dr. Sexton. I thought his name was highly ironic. We parked close to his office and Mom brought a book with her to read in the waiting room. I told her I wanted her to come in with me and she said she would, at least for the first part.
Inside the office, she put my name in with the receptionist, who was a cute guy with blond hair and big blue eyes in green scrubs. He had a great smile and I blushed when he shone it on me.
Everyone in the waiting room was female, of course. After not too much time, a male nurse almost as cute as the receptionist opened a door, stuck his head out, and called my name. We followed him through the doorway into an inside hallway lined with doors. He took us into one of the rooms on the left and closed the door behind us. He looked me up and down and shot me a wolfish smile that set my toes to tingling.
"Remove your clothes, please," he said.
I looked at Mom. She nodded encouragingly.
Slowly, I peeled off my clothes and handed them to the nurse. He folded them and laid them in a neat pile on the counter, then guided me into the exam chair. He strapped my legs into the stirrups, reclined the chair, and opened the stirrups as wide as possible so my pussy was utterly exposed. I felt my face heat up with shame as he stared at my freshly waxed genitals. Mom had insisted I get a full Brazilian for my birthday.
"Good," the nurse said. "I'll prepare you for the doctor now."
After donning new latex gloves, he got a shrink-wrapped package from the cupboard above the counter and opened it, revealing a long-necked syringe pre-filled with white mousse. He lubricated the narrow tip and slid it inside me, then shot the mousse into my vagina while slowly pulling out the syringe so he coated my insides. I didn't feel anything at first, but after a minute or two, I started to feel a distinct tingling coming from between my legs.
"Okay, she'll be ready in just a few minutes," the nurse said. "The doctor will be in shortly."
A little excess mousse oozed from my pussy and ran down my ass. The tingling got stronger and stronger until it became an impossible itch inside me. I desperately wanted to shove a finger or two up my vagina and scratch myself, but my arms were strapped to the chair as well as my legs. I moaned with need.
"Are you all right?" Mom asked.
"Itchy," I said. "I'm so itchy. I need to scratch."
"I get that too from the foam," she said. "Just wait, and you'll get relief soon."
My pussy was practically burning with lust. If I'd had a dildo, I would have ridden it compulsively for as long as it took to satiate my desperate vagina. I couldn't believe how sensitive and raw I felt.
A couple of minutes later, a fat man in a white coat pushed open the door and entered the room. He was huge—over six feet, with a massive belly and hairy arms. I was disgusted by his scraggly facial hair and greasy head hair. Mom greeted him as if he was a god. She stood and kissed him on both cheeks.
"Tom, how nice to see you," she said.
He patted her on the ass and returned the sentiment. I raised an eyebrow at their familiarity. The doctor turned to me. By that time, I was wild with lust and would have done anything to get something up my pussy to scratch it.
"Well, hello, little lady," the doctor said. "I see you're ready for me. How do you feel?"
"I'm very itchy," I said.
"Yes, I can imagine you are," he said. "First, I'll ask you some questions. Are you a virgin?"
