Dr. Williams [Part 7] - Gynecology Exam

Mary's bare thighs squeaked against the vinyl exam table as she settled onto it, the cold surface making her flinch. Jeremy's hands clamped down on her shoulders, forcing her still as I circled behind her. The overhead lights caught every dimple and curve of her ass as she leaned forward—not the taut perfection of youth, but the lush, lived-in softness of a woman who'd spent years bending over sinks and cribs and kitchen counters. My gloved hands hovered inches above her skin, tracing the topography of cellulite and stretch marks without touching. "Remarkable," I murmured, watching the way her flesh jiggled slightly with each nervous breath. "The distribution of adipose tissue suggests optimal childbearing hips."

Mary's ass was a masterpiece of contradictions—the lower curves still firm from years of chasing after her son, while the upper slopes bore the telltale softening of a woman slipping comfortably into her MILF years. My fingers skimmed the crease where thigh met cheek, noting the faint spiderweb of stretch marks radiating outward like sunbeams. "These striae," I said, pressing lightly on the silvery lines, "indicate rapid weight gain—likely during puberty." Jeremy's smirk was audible as he squeezed Mary's shoulders. "Bet she was stuffing her face waiting for some alpha to knock her up even back then."

The stirrups creaked ominously as I guided Mary’s feet into place, her painted toes curling instinctively when the cold metal touched her soles. Jeremy’s hands slid down from her shoulders to her hips, forcing her pelvis forward until her pussy was displayed like an offering—swollen lips glistening under the clinic’s harsh lights, the inner folds already parted slightly as if awaiting invasion. Her thighs trembled, not from cold but from the aftershocks of her earlier climax, and the scent of her arousal thickened the air between us.

I leaned closer, adjusting the overhead lamp until every detail of Mary’s cunt was illuminated—the way her outer lips puffed with excess blood flow, the slick sheen of Jeremy’s spend still clinging to her inner thighs, the subtle quiver of her entrance as she fought the urge to clench around nothing. "Remarkable," I murmured, gloved fingers parting her further without resistance. Her body yielded like it had been trained to, the flesh beneath my touch already memorizing the shape of alpha intrusion. "The engorgement suggests her cervix is preparing for implantation. See how the tissue plumps here?" I traced a circle around her opening, watching her hips jerk toward my touch.

Mary’s breath came in shallow gasps as my fingers pressed deeper, her inner walls clenching instinctively around the intrusion before forcing herself to relax—an obedient little pulse that made Jeremy groan appreciatively behind her. The sterile gloves did nothing to mask the scorching heat radiating from her core, her body feverishly preparing for the next wave of Jeremy’s dominance. "Already trained herself to take it," I observed, dragging my thumb upward to circle her clit—now swollen to nearly twice its normal size, the hood retracted like a flower begging for pollination.

Mary’s breath hitched as my gloved fingers lingered near her clit, her hips twitching involuntarily toward the teasing touch. "D-Doctor," she stammered, her voice wavering between curiosity and dread, "when you said my body was... engineered for breeding—" Her question dissolved into a gasp when I abruptly pressed two fingers deep inside her, the sudden invasion cutting off her words. Her inner walls clenched like a vice, but I didn’t stop—I twisted my hand, spreading my fingers wide to stretch her further, watching her face contort in a mixture of pain and startled pleasure.

The latex gloves tore with a sharp snap as I jerked them off, my fingers trembling not from hesitation but from the electric current of anticipation humming through my veins. Mary's cunt gleamed under the harsh clinic lights—a slick, pink invitation that made my cock throb against my zipper. Jeremy's low chuckle vibrated through the room as he leaned over Mary's prone form, his breath hot against her ear. "Doc's gonna give you a proper examination now, baby." His teeth grazed her lobe, drawing a whimper that ended in a gasp when I unbuckled my belt with one sharp tug.

Mary's thighs trembled as the metallic clink of my zipper echoed in the tiny exam room. Her dilated pupils tracked my every movement—the way my dress shirt stretched across my shoulders as I shrugged it off, the way my erection strained against cotton briefs already damp with precum. She licked her lips unconsciously when I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, her breath hitching as inch after inch of thick alpha cock sprang free. Jeremy's approving grunt sent a fresh wave of slick gushing from Mary's exposed folds, the scent of her arousal thickening the air between us.

The tremor in Mary’s thighs intensified as I positioned myself between her spread legs, my cockhead brushing against her soaked folds. She flinched—not from fear, but from the overwhelming reality of what was about to happen. "Wait," she gasped, fingers digging into the exam table’s edges. "Is this—is this really part of the examination?"

Jeremy’s laugh was a dark rumble against her shoulder as he pinned her wrists to the table. "Course it is, baby. Doc needs to check how well your cunt can take an alpha’s cock." His teeth grazed her pulse point, making her shiver. "For the baby’s sake."