Li Li confessed to her first time

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My name is Li Li, and I'm nineteen years old. I've always been healthy, but last month before my exams, my period suddenly lasted for two whole weeks. I initially thought that irregular periods were common and didn't think much of it, but this month it happened again, and I started to panic. Terms like uterine cancer and cervical cancer started popping into my head—things I'd never considered before, since I've never had any sexual relations with men. I thought those diseases were something only married women would get. So I went to the school clinic to see the nurse, who advised me to see a gynecologist for a checkup, explaining that these diseases aren't only for women who have had sexual intercourse; even nuns and consorts need to see a gynecologist. That's why I mustered up all my courage to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department of a university-affiliated hospital for a checkup. I had never been to an obstetrics and gynecology department before. I always thought that only married women went to obstetrics and gynecology departments. If a girl went to an obstetrics and gynecology department without being married, I would definitely suspect that she had premarital sex. I believe many people share the same view as me. Therefore, I was very careful. I chose a Sunday because most of my classmates would be out having fun, so I would be less likely to run into acquaintances, otherwise it would be very embarrassing. I sneaked around like a thief, constantly looking out for anyone I knew around me. I finally mustered up all my courage to walk into the hospital. The nurse asked me which department I wanted to go to. I said very embarrassedly, "I want to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department." The nurse asked me what symptoms I had. I could only blush and tell her that I had some problems with my period. After saying that, my whole face felt hot. I think my face must have turned purple at that moment. I casually asked the nurse if there were any female doctors available for consultation. She said there weren't any today, only tomorrow. This made me even more anxious; I didn't know what the doctor would do to me.
My number was 23. I looked up at the consultation room light; it was currently showing number 21, two more people before my turn. Looking around, I realized that the people seeing OB-GYNs weren't all pregnant women or older women as I had initially thought. There were also many young women, which made me feel a little more at ease. My heart was pounding. I wondered what lay behind that door. Would the doctor ask me to undress for him to see? I thought probably not; there wasn't anything wrong. It would probably be like a regular cold—a few questions, listening to my chest and abdomen with a stethoscope, then some medicine to take home, and a message telling me to rest and everything would be fine. Suddenly, with a beep, I looked up and saw it was already the 23rd. Strange, it was only the 21st just now, how did it suddenly become my turn? I hurriedly ran inside. Thankfully, the doctor didn't look too scary; he was a middle-aged man. He smiled and asked me what was wrong, where I felt unwell. I said, quite embarrassed, that my periods had been irregular for three months, and the flow was very heavy. The doctor then asked if I was married. I said no. He then asked if I had ever had sexual relations with a man. Good heavens, asking me such a question! Luckily, I'm very chaste, otherwise I really wouldn't know whether to answer truthfully or lie. After a bunch of embarrassing questions, the doctor started writing some things I couldn't understand on the diagnosis report. I guessed he was writing a prescription. Once he finished writing it and I got the medicine, this awkward situation would be over. After the doctor finished writing, he suddenly put on his mask and said to me, "Miss, I'm sorry, I might need to do an internal exam. Your condition is abnormal bleeding, and I'm worried about whether there's something growing inside you or if there's a lesion. Please go to the examination room next door; a nurse will assist you." I was terrified. Not because I was worried about what might be growing, but because I was worried about what the doctor meant by "internal exam." Was he going to look at my private parts? In all my life, except for when my father bathed me as a child, no man had ever seen my body, let alone my most private area. I was completely at a loss. The doctor, probably very experienced, told me not to be shy, because abnormal internal bleeding cannot be diagnosed externally, so an internal exam is necessary. He assured me not to worry, it wouldn't hurt at all, and it would be over quickly. At this point, I was completely lost; it seemed I had no choice but to do as the doctor said.
So, I steeled myself and went into the adjacent internal examination room. A nurse was already there preparing some instruments. Seeing me come in, she directed me to a small changing room and told me to take off my underwear and stockings and put them in a small basket next to me. I was incredibly embarrassed, but I still had to bite the bullet and take off my underwear and stockings, fold them neatly, and put them in the basket. Luckily, I was wearing a loose long skirt, which at least covered my lower body, even though I was completely naked underneath. Then, the nurse led me to a strange chair and asked me to sit down and wait; the doctor would be there shortly. The chair was green, somewhat like a car seat, but the backrest was tilted at a 45-degree angle instead of the usual 90-degree upright position. Even stranger, the seat cushion was tiny, seemingly insufficient. Below the chair were two protruding, split supports, each with a small cushion-like object. My heart sank at the sight. It was obvious the doctor would soon have me place my feet on those supports. I desperately wanted to escape, but I was also terrified that something I shouldn't have was growing inside me. So, I gritted my teeth and resigned myself to the situation.
After a while, the doctor came in and told me to relax and not be nervous. But the thought of a strange man seeing my most private parts—and possibly even my deepest secrets—how could I not be nervous? Next, the doctor asked me to slowly lie down, my head resting on a small pillow, my body at a 45-degree angle. Then, the doctor placed my left foot on the left footrest and my right foot on the right footrest, my legs spread wide with my buttocks facing outwards. Oh my god, I was so embarrassed! I never imagined exposing my most private parts to a strange man in this position. I desperately tried to close my legs, clutching my skirt tightly to cover my most sensitive area, but the doctor fixed my legs to the footrests and spread them even wider. Then he lifted my skirt up to my waist, completely exposing my private parts to the doctor. I was so ashamed I had nowhere to hide. I tried to close my legs, but they were fixed in place, and I couldn't move. Then the doctor pushed over a small chair, placed it between my wide-open legs, and put on his glasses. I sat down in the chair, and the doctor turned down the light on the examination table, shining it directly on my genitals. From my angle, the doctor's face was less than 20 centimeters away from my genitals. I couldn't believe that someone would examine my genitals in such a close position. The doctor began to examine my vulva. He skillfully separated my labia majora with his thumbs, as if examining the folds between my labia majora and labia minora. Then, he used the index and middle fingers of one hand to hold my labia majora in place, and with his other hand, he parted the pubic hair covering my eyes and turned my labia minora from side to side to examine them, as if checking for any growths. When the doctor's other hand touched my labia minora, I couldn't help but shudder. The feeling wasn't comfortable because it was very sensitive there, like touching my eyes directly with a hand, but without pain. The doctor then separated my labia minora and examined the inside of them visually for a long time before closing them. He then pressed down on the skin above my clitoris with one hand and gently pulled it upwards. I could feel my clitoris protruding; normally, it's hidden under the skin. I've heard that small patch of skin is the female foreskin, which is the same as the male foreskin. After examining me for a while, the doctor put his glasses in the pocket of his white coat, pulled my skirt down to cover my lower body, and said, "I just examined your vulva, and it looks normal. The pubic hair distribution is also normal. I'll do an internal examination in a bit to confirm if there are any problems." Only after the doctor pulled my skirt down to cover my lower body did the tension and shyness I felt ease slightly.
Suddenly, the doctor told me that several interns were on duty that day and he would ask them to examine me. I was about to decline when I heard voices coming in from next door. Then, three young men, all wearing white doctor's coats, entered the examination room. I thought I recognized one of them. Then I remembered—I had once attended a social event with them, and he had sung with a guitar at a campfire party. No wonder I remembered him so well! I wondered if he recognized me; hopefully not, because I would be so embarrassed. The doctor told them, "This young lady has abnormal bleeding. I need you to perform an internal examination to check for any abnormalities. Each of you should do it once and report the results to me later." Upon hearing the doctor's order, the three students immediately pulled out a pair of very thin rubber gloves from their pockets and quickly put them on. The first student then walked between my legs, spread my legs apart, and lifted my skirt. His actions were very rough and made me feel very uncomfortable. Then, just like the doctor before, he used one hand to separate my labia and tried to insert the other hand into my vagina. I immediately screamed and quickly covered my genitals with my hands, hurriedly saying to the doctor, "Doctor, I'm not married yet! How can you do this?" At this point, besides feeling ashamed, I was also a little angry. How could they send a group of interns to operate on me, an unmarried virgin? The doctor scolded the student, saying, "Have you forgotten everything you taught in class? Why didn't you ask if the patient was married first, or tell her what you were going to do? Are you trying to scare her to death? How reckless!" "The student seemed a little embarrassed and immediately adjusted the tripod, raising it slightly, making my buttocks even more exposed. I frantically asked what they were going to do now, and he explained that because unmarried women cannot undergo vaginal examinations, they would have to perform an internal examination through the anus to check the internal reproductive organs. I didn't know what to do and had no right to refuse, so I could only let them do as they pleased. I saw the intern use one hand to spread my buttocks apart, and with the other hand, he tried to insert a finger into my anus. I couldn't help but cry out in pain. At this moment, the doctor spoke again: 'Aren't you going to use lubricant? Are you trying to hurt the patient?'" "I was so ashamed, in pain, and upset. My legs were propped up so high and spread open for a bunch of strange boys to see. I really wanted to jump off the bed and run home, but thankfully the doctor kept reassuring me, so I didn't. Then, the intern took a bottle of something like facial cleanser from the nurse, squeezed out some clear lubricant, applied it to the fingers of his other hand, and told me he was going to insert a finger into my anus. He told me not to be afraid, just relax my muscles and it wouldn't hurt. But I was so tense that I couldn't relax my muscles at all, so the intern spent a long time trying but still couldn't succeed, and it hurt a lot. Then the doctor told me to imagine I was going to the toilet to defecate, and to push my buttocks like I was going to have a bowel movement. I did as the doctor said, but I was so afraid that if I did that, I might accidentally pull out something dirty, which would be so embarrassing." Strangely enough, as I pushed downwards, the intern's hand immediately slipped into my anus. I instantly felt a strong urge to defecate, like I hadn't urinated in a long time and was desperate to go. Then, the intern began exploring my rectum with his finger, stirring it from all angles and directions. I felt as if a large piece of stool was about to burst out of my rectum, and I kept pushing. The intern then pressed his other hand against my lower abdomen, examining my internal organs with both hands. Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something inside my body, and I felt a sharp pain. I quickly told the doctor that it hurt there, and the intern told the doctor that there seemed to be a small, hard lump near the uterus. The doctor quickly put on gloves and said, "Let me take a look." The intern then withdrew his finger from my anus. I breathed a sigh of relief as the intense urge to defecate subsided. However, my relief was short-lived. After applying lubricant to his fingers, the doctor immediately inserted them into my anus, and I felt the same urge again – it was truly painful. Perhaps because I had already experienced insertion once before, this time it wasn't as unpleasant, but it was still very uncomfortable. The doctor used his skilled hands, inserting his right hand into my anus while gently pressing on my abdomen with his left. His technique was clearly much better than the intern I had just seen. But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my left abdomen – right there in the same spot. Even slight pressure brought tears to my eyes. After withdrawing his fingers, the doctor told me he had felt a small tumor, located near my left ovary, which required instruments to visualize. She then gestured to another intern, who immediately understood. The intern opened her instrument case and took out a shiny, silver, metallic object that looked like a duck's beak. It had a handle; pressing the handle would open the "beak." The doctor explained that this was called a "vaginal speculum," specifically used to open a woman's vagina, allowing doctors to visually inspect the inside of the vagina or cervix. It was also needed for cervical smears. "This is the smallest size I have," she said, "to avoid breaking your hymen. I'll use this speculum to visually inspect and culture the inside of your vagina to determine what the tumor I just felt is. This might damage your hymen, but it's a last resort." After the explanation, the other intern put on thin rubber gloves and used her index and middle fingers... He spread my labia, fixing them in a U-shape. With his other hand, he used a finger dipped in lubricant to gently press against the entrance of my vagina. Because I was still a virgin, my vagina was very small. To avoid causing me pain, the intern spread my labia even wider and told me not to be nervous, to take a deep breath. Then, he slowly inserted his lubricated finger into the entrance of my vagina. I felt a slight pain, but not much. However, I felt a very tight feeling at the entrance. Seeing that I didn't seem to be in much pain, the intern slowly inserted his finger deeper. I couldn't help but contract my entire buttocks. I was too ashamed to look. I saw myself facing a strange man, legs wide open, and he was inserting his finger into my most private, never-before-seen, private place—a place I intended to show only to my future husband. After his finger was fully inserted... The doctor began exploring inside my body, moving and twisting in various areas. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation, one I had never experienced before, as I had never inserted anything into my vagina. The initial tension, the tight, stiff muscles, gradually transformed into a comfortable feeling. Could this be the feeling of sex? The doctor's initially dry fingers, which had felt slightly uncomfortable as they moved and rotated inside me, gradually disappeared, and his fingers felt very smooth. Because the painful spot I had touched earlier through my anus was located deeper, and now the doctor couldn't reach it through vaginal insertion, he pressed harder, trying to reach even deeper. Suddenly, his thumb accidentally touched my clitoris, the most sensitive spot on my body. The instant it touched me, I felt... Like being electrocuted, a current surged through my body, causing a slight tremor. A moment later, I unconsciously touched it again, sending another jolt through me. I was terrified that others would notice my strange expression. Looking around, I saw several boys staring intently at my genitals, examining the hand inserted in my vagina. I felt utterly ashamed. Fortunately, they didn't seem to notice my reaction. On the other hand, even though my legs were propped up on the leg brace and I couldn't move, I was secretly hoping for another touch on my sensitive area. Just as I closed my eyes, suppressing my anticipation, a sudden, sharp pain shot through me. I cried out, "Ah!" Clearly, the intern had found the spot where he had been looking, quite deep inside my vagina. The person next to him handed him the vaginal speculum. They took it, but the fingers still inserted in my vagina weren't out. The doctor applied some lubricant to the vaginal speculum and placed it against my vaginal opening. The fingers inside pressed down, trying to widen the entrance so the speculum, several times larger than a finger, could be inserted smoothly. Although I couldn't see it, I felt the force of the fingers pulling my entire vaginal opening open. Suddenly, a cold sensation shot through my lower body. The vaginal speculum was now pressed against my vaginal opening, slowly trying to insert itself, while the fingers were slowly being pulled out. To be honest, I was a little reluctant to let go of his fingers, because they had given me a really pleasant feeling. However, that feeling was immediately and completely destroyed by the cold metal vaginal speculum. The vaginal speculum, several times larger than a finger, made my vaginal opening feel like it was about to split open with pain.I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" The intern comforted me, saying to relax, that it wouldn't hurt so much if I relaxed, and that it would be over in a moment. I cursed inwardly, thinking, "Easy for you to say! It's not like it's being inserted into you. I wonder if it would hurt if I put that thing in there." Just as I was cursing, another sharp pain shot through my vagina, so intense I bit my lip. At that moment, he gently placed a hand on my lower abdomen and told me to take a deep breath and push down, just like he had done with the rectum earlier. I did as he said, and suddenly a cold sensation shot straight into my vagina. It turned out that he had finally managed to insert the vaginal speculum…
The sudden coldness was really uncomfortable, making the examination unbearable. With a slight tearing pain at the vaginal opening, I cried out and desperately tried to squeeze my legs together. However, because my feet were fixed to the leg braces, my legs couldn't close. I could only try to contract my lower abdomen, but the more I contracted, the tighter my vagina clenched, and the more uncomfortable that hard thing felt inside. At this point, the doctor told me to relax, take deep breaths, and try to think about other things. So I took several deep breaths, and finally managed to relax my lower abdomen. It felt a little better inside my vagina. Then I saw the doctor sitting on a small chair, with the leg braces spread even wider, his head between my wide-open legs, wearing glasses, and pulling down the light on the examination table to shine directly on my genitals. Because my body was half-lying at a 45-degree angle, I couldn't see what the doctor was doing. From my angle, I could only see that the doctor's eyes were about [distance missing] from my genitals. It was less than 20 centimeters long. I was so ashamed that I covered my face with my hands, but at that moment I felt the speculum inside my vagina stretching it open. The vaginal walls, which had been pressed together for 19 years, were being separated for the first time today. I felt a slight tearing pain, and I involuntarily tried to clench my vagina, but the more I clenched, the more painful it became. Then the doctor told me to inhale deeply. As I focused on inhaling, the vaginal walls were suddenly stretched wide open by the speculum. Because it was the first time they had been stretched open, my vagina involuntarily trembled violently. With that strain, I felt a sharp pain at the vaginal opening, as if it had torn open. I cried out, "Ah!" I cried out, and the doctor said, "It's alright, it's just that your hymen is too thin; it's already torn at the 9 o'clock position." My mind went blank; I was thinking about how to explain this to my future boyfriend. At that moment, the doctor had already secured the stretched speculum with the serrated edge of the handle. He then wiped my vaginal opening with an alcohol swab, and when he removed it, I saw blood on it—my hymen had been given to the speculum.
Then, the doctor stepped aside and said to the interns, "You can examine the cervix." At that moment, I saw... They squeezed between my spread legs, their heads lowered as they peered closely. I blushed crimson, my neck probably red too. My hands remained tightly covering my face, my legs held wide open, unable to close. I was too embarrassed to speak, too ashamed to even utter a sound of "no," afraid they would hear me. Through my fingers covering my eyes, I glimpsed a handsome face—it was that student from before, the one who used to sing, but now he was an intern. I couldn't object. Then I caught a glimpse of him looking at my face, which was covered by my hands, and then at my lower body. A slight smile appeared on my lips, and my face instantly burned, feeling even redder. I cursed him inwardly, "He has that wicked grin, he's so indecent," and squeezed my eyes shut tighter, afraid to peek any longer. At that moment, I felt a burning pain at the entrance of my vagina; I couldn't imagine what it would be like for them to see my wide-open vagina.
Then, all I could hear was the doctor explaining to them, "The deepest part of the vagina—the cervix—and vaginal discharge, lesions, vaginal infections, or mild inflammation that can be observed with the naked eye." Suddenly, a sharp, scraping pain shot through my vagina, and my vagina contracted sharply again. The doctor said, "Relax, because you..." "I was so nervous, and you tore my hymen at the 3 o'clock position again." (Later, the doctor explained that the pain was from a small wooden scraper he used to scrape the cervix, removing cells that were then prepared as a smear for testing.) Could it be that the sudden scraping pain in my cervix was from that scraping?
At that moment, I felt a chill in my lower body, as if a cold draft passed through my vagina and down to my lower abdomen; I later learned it was reaching my uterus.
Then I heard the doctor say, "The vaginal walls are normal, and the cervix is normal too." Then the doctor closed the speculum, and I finally felt the stretching of my vaginal walls. It was so tight and tiring. I relaxed for a moment, then pressed myself tightly against the now-closed speculum. The doctor then withdrew the instrument from my vagina. Oh! Because I'd been stretched open for so long, the lubricant had dried, and the two metal pieces of the speculum were stuck tightly to the vaginal walls. It hurt again. Finally, it was out, and I could breathe a sigh of relief.
One of the interns untied the straps securing my legs, and I immediately closed them. Because it hurt inside, I opened them again to look at myself. My "petals" still looked pretty, my labia minora slightly parted, probably because of the previous... Because we'd been apart for so long, my hymen was no longer intact; there were a few drops of blood at the entrance. I wiped my private parts with a tissue. Although I was still shy, I couldn't care less because my lower body was still a little sore. Just then, another intern handed me my underwear. I don't know when he took it out of his small basket, but he even helped me put a sanitary napkin on the vaginal area of my underwear. I blushed and said "thank you," then quickly took it and lifted my leg to put it on. He helped me because I was standing on one leg and was prone to falling. Then he helped me put on long stockings. "Li Li." "Huh?" I was startled. Did he recognize me? "How do you know my name?" "I saw your student ID when I was getting the sanitary napkin from your purse. No wonder you looked so familiar, but I just couldn't remember your name. Last time, my class had a social event with your class. Weren't you wearing a white dress that day?" Yes, that was my prettiest dress, but, oh my god! I didn't know how to answer. "It seems you didn't dance or sing that day; you just watched from the side. You were so quiet." "However, because you're so pretty, many boys in our class have noticed you." My face flushed red and then turned pale. How could this be? Sigh, I wish none of them knew me. ...
Finally, the doctor said that after the gynecological examination, there were no organic lesions in my vagina or uterus. The pain was probably just psychological because my period hadn't ended after two weeks. Actually, for girls your age (not even 20), it's common for menstruation to be irregular, either because the ovaries haven't fully matured or due to the pressure of studying or exams.
How could this be? My virginity was broken by this examination. If I had known this, I wouldn't have come for the examination even if my period lasted a month. But there's another big problem: our class is having a social event with their class next weekend. What should I do? Will those three keep it a secret for me?
—I will try my best not to have gynecological examinations again.
Who knows? I also advise my female classmates to try not to go.
If something happens, it might not be good for the future, like what happened to me.
—Words from the heart.
Li Li
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New Year's Day 2002,
Li Li took her first professional art photos.
My name is Li Li, I'm 19 years old, and I have a great boyfriend. We're planning to get engaged. However, because I come from a conservative family, my relationship with my boyfriend has only progressed to kissing. One day, my boyfriend said my birthday was coming soon and he wanted to give me a birthday present, but he didn't know what to get me. I thought about it and realized I have a good figure and pretty features, but I've never documented them. After I get married and have children, I might lose all my looks, so I wanted to preserve these beautiful memories now. So I told my boyfriend I wanted to have a professional photoshoot. He thought it was a good idea, so we went to a studio that specializes in professional photoshoots.
My boyfriend and I arrived at the photo studio, and luckily, a professional photographer was available to take my picture, so we hired him. The photographer was in his thirties, had long hair, and looked quite professional. The three of us went to the basement with the photographer, and the photoshoot began. It was just my boyfriend, the photographer, and me on set, so the shoot was very relaxed. After a while, the photographer said I looked good and suggested we take some more revealing shots to truly capture my perfect figure. I discussed it with my boyfriend, and he agreed, saying it was fine since he was there. So I took off my top, leaving only my underwear on my upper body. Since it was my first time undressing in front of strangers, I felt a little tingly all over. After a while, the photographer gestured for me to take off my skirt. I glanced at my boyfriend, and he nodded, so I took off my skirt, leaving only my underwear. It was the first time I'd worn so little and been exposed between two men, and I felt a little embarrassed, but also a bit excited and tingly—a feeling I'd never experienced before. The flash went off a few times, and the photographer said that beautiful women should perfectly showcase their figures, so he told me to take off my underwear. I asked my boyfriend, and he said that since it was a birthday present for me, I could decide for myself. I think he was eager to see it himself since he'd never seen it before, and since I wanted to capture the perfect moment, why not go all the way? Maybe I wouldn't have another chance. Besides, there weren't any extra people around. So I slowly took off my bra, revealing my 33C breasts. The photographer froze for a moment, then kept snapping photos. My boyfriend looked surprised too. At that moment, a huge chemical reaction was happening inside me; waves of tingling sensations were washing over me, my heart was racing, and my whole body was heating up, giving me an unprecedented pleasure. Perhaps this was my true nature. The photographer, impressed, gestured for me to take off my last piece of clothing, my underwear. Oh my god! I was completely naked! Being naked in front of two men was something I'd never done before. I guess I was getting excited, plus I had a desire to be seen by men, so I took off my underwear, my whole body exposed in front of my boyfriend. My thick pubic hair made his expression even more surprised, but the more surprised he was, the more excited I became. So this was the real me! At that moment, I felt my vagina getting wet. My brain was being stimulated so much that I was losing my mind. Desire made me bolder, and my behavior was getting a little out of control. After posing in many positions, the photographer asked if I was a virgin. I nodded, and he said, "After I have sex, my vagina will become darker and bigger, which is scary. So let's leave a perfect record of my vagina!" I felt my vagina getting even wetter than before, my whole body was burning, and the pleasure and stimulation continued to assault me. My inner desire made it impossible for me to refuse, because I didn't want this unprecedented pleasure to end so quickly. Lust was gradually overwhelming my reason. I nodded, and the photographer brought out a spring bed from the basement storage room. My boyfriend asked if I was done! I said, "Just one more shot and we'll be done," and asked him to wait a little longer. His eyes were fixed on my naked body, praising my figure and saying he wanted to marry me as soon as possible. I never imagined my naive and shy boyfriend could resist! I said, "You'll see something even better soon." By then, the trampoline was already in place. I told my boyfriend to step back a little so he wouldn't block the photographer's view. He stepped back several steps. The photographer told me to lie on the bed and spread my legs. I slowly did as he said. I never imagined I would do something so daring. I realized how wanton I was. I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and touched my labia. I was already a creature in heat; lust and carnal desire made it impossible for me to control myself. I stopped looking at my boyfriend's expression and ignored his feelings. I wanted to enjoy this tingling pleasure. I automatically parted my labia majora so the photographer could clearly capture my private parts. After a while, I parted my labia minora and raised my legs high. It was a very shameful position, but I couldn't control myself. My family is very strict; I have to be home before 10 PM every night, or I'll get a severe scolding. Perhaps it's the excessive repression that led to this out-of-control situation today. I was touching my breasts, and my vagina was wide open for photos. My expression must have been incredibly lewd. My vagina was soaking wet, and my face seemed extremely itchy. My labia majora and minora were swollen and engorged with blood from excitement. I really wanted something to fill my vagina. The photographer could tell I was overly excited and probably wanted it a lot, so he asked if I wanted to find another man to "assist in the shoot." I nodded with my eyes closed. He pressed the intercom, called someone down, and told my boyfriend that from now on, I would only belong to him, and that I might never be able to be with anyone else. The photographer wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to caress and record other men today so he wouldn't have any regrets later. He assured my boyfriend that it was just posing and there would be no inappropriate behavior. My boyfriend wanted him to be there and wanted to make sure I was satisfied with my birthday present, so he reluctantly agreed to the photographer's suggestion, despite his displeasure. My boyfriend was too naive and honest. I was extremely aroused and in a very dangerous situation; I was sure I would be raped. But he only thought that I had always been reserved and would have some restraint. He was wrong. I had completely lost control and was at his mercy. A man in his forties with a protruding belly appeared. He walked to the edge of the bed and took off his clothes. His penis wasn't very long, but the glans was very prominent. He told me to suck his penis, but I was too scared. So he grabbed my head and forced his penis into my mouth. The feeling was amazing. He told me to move my mouth in and out, and I could only do as he said, unable to resist. I silently moved his penis in and out with my mouth. At this moment, my boyfriend couldn't stand it anymore and went to sit down in the chair behind me. I gradually got used to the action of oral sex. The man told me to lick his glans. The photographer captured this scene and kept pressing the shutter. After a few minutes, the man's penis was hard. He pulled out his penis and began to attack me. He kissed my lips passionately and put his tongue into my lips. My tongue involuntarily intertwined with his. The photographer continued to take pictures. A moment later, he rubbed my breasts with his hands, and my cells felt like they were exploding. My body was completely melting. He started sucking on my breasts, and the intense sensation rushed to my mind. He then gently bit my nipples, and I completely surrendered. Except for my boyfriend's intervention, I couldn't stop myself. My vagina was itchy, and I wanted it more and more. The male protagonist finally attacked my labia, licking them continuously. My vagina was overflowing with lustful fluid, wet beyond wetness. The photographer kept pressing the shutter. I already knew what was going to happen next, but I had no power to prevent it. I kept waiting for my boyfriend to stop, but he was sitting at the back of the basement, his view blocked by the photographer and the male protagonist, so he had no idea what was happening. He was probably just looking down, waiting for the shoot to end. Next, the male protagonist spread my legs apart. He stroked my labia with his hands, and then inserted his fingers into my vagina, thrusting them in and out. Once he was sure I was soaking wet, he was about to have sex with me. He praised the shape and color of my vagina while rubbing the head of his penis against my labia. The photographer told the male lead that the woman was still a virgin and that he shouldn't penetrate her, but rather let him take pictures of her posing outside the opening. The male lead was initially well-behaved, but after a while, he pushed the head of his penis into her vagina while leaving the shaft outside. My vagina felt like it was tearing, but it excited me immensely. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure of my vagina being expanded, but I was secretly waiting for my boyfriend to stop. The photographer said it was okay to stop there, but the male lead didn't want to stop; he continued to thrust. My vagina was being expanded by his penis, and I felt a little pain but also a little pleasure. My hymen was about to be broken, and I was about to lose my virginity under these circumstances. My boyfriend still hadn't appeared. I couldn't help but let out some sounds; I couldn't distinguish between pain and pleasure anymore. Because my vagina was already very wet, the male lead's penis slid smoothly into my vagina, filling it completely. This extremely intense pleasure was something I had been waiting for for a long time; I was truly a lustful woman. The male lead was already thrusting his penis in and out, and I kept moaning. My boyfriend heard my screams and saw the male protagonist's buttocks writhing in the distance. He realized something was wrong and rushed over. But it was too late. My boyfriend watched helplessly as I was raped by a short, fat man in his forties. He screamed, and the male protagonist stopped. He quickly pulled out his penis, but it was stained with blood. The photographer apologized to my boyfriend and quickly took the male protagonist away. Now, only my furious boyfriend and I were left in the basement. He kept shaking me, and his actions gradually brought me back to my senses. I finally regained my senses. But things were wrong. My boyfriend told me to put my clothes back on and took me away. We met the photographer on the first floor. My boyfriend told him to come and pick up the film when it was developed, and not to let anyone else handle it. Later, we got in the car. He didn't say a word and drove me home quickly. After I got out of the car, he drove away without a sound. Back home, I cried. Why did my birthday present turn out like this? I was filled with regret. I've been calling my boyfriend repeatedly, hoping he'll forgive me, but he hasn't answered. Oh no, my boyfriend is really angry. Will I lose him because of this? I keep asking myself this.
Later, a series of unexpected events occurred, completely destroying my happy life and sealing my tragic fate.
Li Li's First Gynecological Examination
My name is Jiang Changshou, and I am twenty-eight years old. After completing my internship at a government hospital last year, I opened a small clinic here, employing only one assistant nurse. Business is usually good; I'm incredibly busy.
One day, after seeing my last patient and resting, a young girl came in to register, complaining of stomach pain. I looked at her medical record; the girl's name was Li Li, eighteen years old. I noticed she had a good figure, about 1.67 meters tall. She was well-proportioned, neither too thin nor too plump—just right. As the saying goes, "Eighteen-year-olds are never ugly." Her skin was fair and smooth, incredibly lovely.
Since she had stomach pain, after taking her temperature and blood pressure, I instructed her to lie down on the examination table. Then, the assistant nurse lifted her shirt so I could examine her. I first pressed on her stomach, liver, intestines, etc. I pressed slowly, enjoying her smooth, tofu-like skin. Finally, when I pressed on her uterus, she cried out in pain. I grunted and said, "Looks like a gynecological problem." I asked her if she had been menstruating and how much, and she said she hadn't had her period for two months. I wondered if she was pregnant. So I said to her, "Ms. Li, pain here could be serious or minor. Since it's in the uterus, you need to have a uterine examination."
She paused, then blushed. The assistant nurse told her to get up and go to the changing room to take off her pants and underwear. I sat and waited for her. Li Li came out of the changing room accompanied by the assistant nurse. She lowered her head, her face flushed, and gripped the edge of her shirt, desperately trying to cover her naked lower body. I told her to relax. After she lay flat on the examination table, I told her to spread her legs outwards, feet flat on the table. Her legs were long and slender, without a single scar. Wow! As I looked, I became somewhat excited. Finally, I saw her genitals, her tightly closed vagina.
She was still a virgin! So, I carefully used my hand to pry open her vaginal opening and shone a flashlight inside. Oh, it turned out her hymen was too thick, blocking menstrual blood, which flowed back into the uterus, causing the pain. Actually, a few cuts on the hymen with a scalpel would have been enough, but I couldn't bear to. So, I thought of a way to save money and effort. I told her, "Your condition isn't very serious, but it'll take a while. You'll need to come back for a follow-up appointment. Come back in two days!" Then
I prescribed some painkillers. And so, I began to plan. Thinking of Li Li made me a little aroused; it seemed I needed to think of a good way. So, the day before Li Li's follow-up appointment, I told the nurse, "I'll give you a day off tomorrow."
The nurse was overjoyed, because she hadn't had a day off in six months. Afterwards, she asked me, "Doctor, are you sure you can manage alone?" I replied, "Tomorrow is Tuesday, there will be fewer patients, don't worry." Tomorrow is Tuesday, how exciting!
That night, I couldn't sleep at all, finally falling asleep with sweet dreams.
In the morning, as usual, I ate my favorite millet flakes with chocolate milk, but added two extra eggs. As for the effect, we'll find out later. What I was thinking, only I know! Haha. I arrived at the clinic with a beaming smile, ready to see patients. But then, around 10 a.m., a torrential downpour began, lasting until after 2 p.m.
Alas! It seems hopeless. I was right, not a single patient. So boring, I'll go online! Because I had something on my mind, time seemed to pass very slowly. I glanced at the clock; it was 4:30. Just as I was pondering what to cook for dinner, someone rushed in through the rain. Upon closer inspection, it was the person I'd been waiting for—Li Li. I immediately perked up, quickly pretending to be very busy, and even made Li Li knock twice before letting her in.
After greeting her, she sat in a chair in front of my desk. I asked, "How are you feeling?"
She said the medication had worn off and the pain had returned. I said, "Then we need to do a more thorough examination; it might be a little painful. I'll give you painkillers."
Actually, these weren't painkillers at all. After removing her lower garments, she lay flat on the examination table, and I pretended to examine her.
Once she had passed out, I finally couldn't wait any longer and quickly stripped off my clothes, pounced on her, and then removed her top and bra. Ah! The fragrance of a young girl! I first kissed her fragrant lips, my left hand attacking her breasts—soft and bouncy—while my right hand caressed her entire body. Then I kissed downwards, kissed and kissed, bit her nipple, kissed and kissed, kissed past her navel, kissed and kissed, finally reaching the sacred place.
Stimulated by me, Li Li's tightly closed vagina began to moisten slightly. It seemed the time was right. I spread her thighs as wide as possible, then placed a pillow under her buttocks to facilitate deeper penetration. Then, I propped myself up with my hands, using my right hand to guide my erect penis towards the entrance, slowly, slowly sinking down. Ah! The head of my penis touched her vagina, oh! I couldn't find the entrance! Forced to use the hand supporting my penis to spread her labia, ah! There it was.
Because it was a bit narrow, my penis had to slowly go in little by little, then out a little and then in a little more. I was sweating profusely. Finally, I broke through her hymen. At this point, I was consumed by lust, disregarding the narrowness, and forced my way in.
Then Li Li made a moaning sound. It seemed she was about to wake up. I was startled, and my countless offspring burst forth. Oh!
There was no other way, so I had to pull my penis out of her moist vagina. Looking at her vagina, it was red and wet, and her blood and my semen were still flowing from the opening! Then I went to the pharmacy, poured some chloroform into a handkerchief, and covered Li Li's nose with it. She was almost awake, but after smelling the chloroform, she fainted again. I breathed a sigh of relief—that was close!
After this ordeal, I had no intention of penetrating her again, so I took a syringe, filled it with saline solution, and carefully cleaned Li Li's vagina. I inserted the tip of the syringe into Li Li's vagina and pressed, slowly injecting the saline solution into her vagina and cervix. When
I thought it was enough, I pulled out the syringe; of course, the vagina was full of water and it would flow out. I quickly put the suction nozzle against her opening to suck up the water that was about to flow out, and then slowly entered her vagina. Of course, I was very careful at this point, otherwise I would have injured her vaginal walls. After sucking up some water, I injected it again.
After repeating this four times, I observed that the originally dark red discharge had lightened and become transparent. I then moved the pillow under her buttocks to her waist, so that Li Li's lower body was facing down, allowing the remaining discharge to drain out.
Okay, finally, the job was done. I applied some anti-inflammatory ointment, dressed her, poured ammonia into a handkerchief, and woke her up.
Li Li slowly awoke and asked why she had fainted. I told her she was probably too tired and had fallen asleep. She lowered her head shyly.
I said, "I noticed your menstrual blood was pooling in your cervix. If it wasn't cleared, it could potentially develop into a tumor, so I cleaned it out."
Li Li paused for a moment, then said, "Then I... my..."
I comforted her, saying, "What era are we living in? Nobody cares. Besides, you did it for your health. If your boyfriend has any doubts, I can vouch for you, okay? I'll prescribe anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medication for you now. If you feel unwell, you can call me 24 hours a day, and I'll come see you immediately."
I finished with a sincere smile. Li Li was relieved to hear this, happily thanked him, got up, put on her underwear and pants, paid for the medicine, and went home. Haha! Problem solved!

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