Dr. Philopedo Pediatrics Clinic for Boys and Girls
By OddR
r13579@outlook.com

Thank you for visiting the Dr. Philopedo Pediatrics Clinic for
Boys and Girls.  Before your first appointment, I believe it is
important that you understand the philosophy behind this clinic.

We at the Dr. Philopedo Pediatrics Clinic for Boys and Girls
firmly believe that the health and welfare of each little boy and
girl, from birth to maturity, is of primary importance.  For that
reason, each patient will receive a full and complete bodily exam
with each visit.  The earlier any problem is detected, the easier
it is to correct.  Countless little boys and girls have
needlessly suffered because of misdiagnosis or missed symptoms
purely because the clinic did not fully examine each patient each
time he or she visited.  

Obviously, complete exams for each patient does add slightly to
the length of time a visit may take.  To improve efficiency and
reduce this time, a certain level of individual modesty has been
sacrificed.  Experience has shown that patients quickly get used
to this, quickly overcome their initial embarrassment, and
experience no discomfort.

We also heartily recommend that all siblings be examined at one
time and, indeed, whenever one needs to visit that all come in as
well.  As parents are well aware, if one child gets the flu the
others will as well.  Examining all siblings when only one is ill
will help prevent the illness from spreading.  To further
encourage this, all siblings will be examined for the cost of
only one.

We have also found it important that at least one parent attend
each examination.  Even older children are incapable of fully
explaining any issues that are found.  We recommend that, if
possible, both parents attend or that they at least rotate
attendance so that both the mother and the father can be actively
involved in the health and examination of their little boys and
girls.  

Our records will also show both a video and a photographic record
of the growth of each child.  These are available on our website
with an appropriate log on and password.

Please sign below indicating that you have read and agreed to
this explanation of services.
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Jenny and Rachel walked nervously into the examination room,
followed by their mother, Becky.  Becky had heard great things
about Dr. Philopedo from another mother in her book club, but she
was a little surprised after reading the description of services.
 She was a little unsure of what to expect or even exactly what a
"full and complete bodily exam" actually entailed.  Only Jenny
actually needed the appointment.  The twelve year old girl had to
have routine physical to join the cheerleaders at school.  Her
nine year old sister only came in because her exam would be free.
 Dr. Eldarphart, their previous pediatrician and the doctor that
she had gone to as a child retired a few months ago, requiring
Becky to find a new doctor for her girls.  Medicine had changed
so much over the years and she was well aware that Dr.
Eldarphart's routines were old fashioned and out of date.  She
purposefully looked for a young doctor on the cutting edge of
pediatric medicine and was convinced that Dr. Philopedo was
perfect.

The exam room was larger and more comfortable than Dr.
Eldarphart's.  There was a couch along one side covered in what
appeared to be a dark blue terry cloth slipcover.  Two exam
tables were in the middle of the room, angled so that the doctor
could treat both at once and facing the couch so that anyone
sitting there could see what the doctor was doing.  But the most
glaring difference was that they were not actually rooms.  They
were cubicles with semi-transparent curtains separating each
area.  The front was completely open.

Dr. Eldarphart's exam rooms were dark, tiny closets covered with
diagrams and instructional posters of various organs, a cut open
side view of a heart, pictures of healthy lungs versus smoking
lungs.  That sort of thing.  This exam room had pictures of
children being examined along the back wall.  Each child was
completely nude.  Both boys and girls of every age were on
display.  There was a series of 18 photographs of a boy and girl
(twins) standing side by side, nude, each year on their birthday
showing how they had changed.  There were photographs of girls
having vaginal exams and even one of a young teenage boy
ejaculating.  The girls were staring at them open mouthed.  Becky
couldn't help but think that, though the pictures were clearly
educational, they were also strangely erotic.

Before they had even had a chance to sit down, the nurse stepped
in.

"Good morning, girls," she announced cheerily.  "My name is
Cyndi!"

Things had definitely changed from Dr. Eldarphart's office.  His
nurses wore the traditional nurse white's: White dress buttoned
to the neck and down to mid calf, white hose, white nurse shoes.
 This nurse wore white as well, but that's where the similarities
ended.  She wore a white button down blouse with the top two
buttons undone showing plenty of cleavage.  The shadow of her
nipples showed she wore no bra.  She wore and incredibly short
white skirt, white knee socks, and white sneakers.   She looked
like a teenage tennis player.

"Let's start by getting all those clothes off.  We can hang them
on the hooks over here."  She seemed perpetually cheery.

"Everything?" asked Jenny.

"Of course, sweetie.  That's how everyone gets examined here."
 With that she reached for Jenny's shirt and started to pull it
over her head.

"But everyone can see me!," she protested.

"Nonsense," replied Cyndi.  "Becky, please undress Rachel while I
do Jenny."

"But Mom," whined Rachel as Becky meekly moved to unbutton
Rachel's shirt.

"Now Rachel," admonished the nurse.  "None of that.  You're here
to be examined and the doctor must have access to your whole body
to do that.  And in this office, children are not expected to
remove their own clothing.  That's for me or a parent to do."

Rachel hushed while her mother, a slight look of confusion mixed
with concern, knelt down and unbuttoned her littlest's shirt and
slipped it off her shoulders.  Cyndi was moving quite a bit
faster, having obviously done this before.  She was already
pulling Jenny's panties down.  With a deep breath, Becky undid
Rachel's shorts and slid both the shorts and the white panties
underneath down to the floor.  Rachel slipped her feet out of her
flip flops and stepped out of her shorts.  

Becky stood up and looked at her two daughters.  Rachel didn't
seem too embarrassed, just a little self conscious.  As the baby
of the family, it wasn't too unusual for her to be seen nude by
both her mother and sister.  She was small and skinny, looking
actually more like a six or seven year old than a girl three
months from officially becoming a tween.  Her nipples were flat,
with no hint of the breasts to come.  No hair showed between her
legs.  Just a puffy little slit for her vagina.

Jenny, on the other hand, seemed mortified.  She was standing
with her legs together and her arms folded over her small budding
breasts.  Peaking between her thighs was the faintest wisp of
brown hair beginning to sprout.  Becky hadn't seen her eldest
nude in a couple of years and was amazed at how much she was
growing.  

"Great," smiled Cyndi.  "Time for height and weight.  You can
come too, Mom."  And with that she was out of the room and
whisking down the hallway.

"Mom!" shrieked Jenny.  "We can't go out there like this.  We're
naked."

Becky stepped out of the cubicle and saw Cyndi half way down the
hallway.

"Uhh.  Don't they get gowns or anything?" she called after her.

Cyndi half turned as she continued walking, "Oh, no.  They're
just children.  No gowns are needed.  Come along now." She looked
expectantly at Becky, one hand on the measuring scale.

Becky turned to the girls.  "Come on girls.  It'll be OK.
 There's no one out there but the nurse."

Too embarrassed to protest, both girls crept out to the hall,
looked both ways, and sprinted down to the scale.

"No running, girls," admonished Cyndi.  "Now, first, your weight.
 Jenny, step up here please."

Jenny stepped on the little platform while a digital read out
twinkled for a moment.

"79 pounds.  Now, Rachel."

Jenny and Rachel switched places.

"52 pounds."

"Now height.  Jenny, step up here please."

Jenny stepped over to another platform with a long measuring pole
with several arms attached.

"We believe in measuring every aspect of a child's body instead
of just height.  This tool not only measures your total height,
but also the length of your legs, arms, and torso.  Now, I need
you to spread your legs slightly while I pull this arm up to your
crotch."

Jenny complied and Cyndi pulled a pole out of the wall and
between her legs.  It had a one inch bump in the middle that
Cyndi expertly guided right into Jenny's little pussy.  She then
raised it until Jenny's heels were barely touching the floor.
 Next, she pulled another pole out of the wall and placed it over
Jenny's shoulders.

"Stick your arms straight out from your side please."

Jenny stuck out her arms and Cyndi placed a pole out to her
fingertips.  Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny saw two naked
boys come out of a room down the hall and make their way towards
the scale.  One was younger than Rachel, but the other looked
like he was in his teens.  Jenny was torn between wanting to turn
and stare and wanting desperately to cover up.  Unfortunately,
covering was not an option as the nurse slowly and carefully
recording each measurement on her chart.

She switched places with Rachel, quickly covering her little tits
so the boys couldn't see them.  The youngest boy didn't seem to
care that he, or anyone else, was nude.  The older one, however,
had a raging erection.  Jenny couldn't take her eyes off of it.
 She flicked a quick glance at her mother and noticed she was
staring as well.

Once Rachel was measured, the nurse led them back to the exam
room as the boys moved from the scale to the measuring device.

"OK, girls.  Hop up on the tables," Cyndi announced cheerfully.

Rachel climbed up and turned around and sat down, facing her
mother who remained by the hallway.

Jenny turned and looked at the open door then up at her mother,
silently pleading with her eyes.

"Isn't there a curtain or something we can pull across for some
privacy," Becky asked Cyndi.

"Of course not," replied Cyndi.  "That would be silly.  They're
just children.  Being a little bashful is normal.  Now, hop up
Jenny.  No dilly dallying."

Jenny climbed up on the table, still keeping her arms wrapped
around her chest.  She sat down and clamped her legs closed.

"My, she is a shy one, isn't she," laughed Cyndi as she moved
between the two beds.

Turning, she put a hand on each shoulder and pulled the children
down onto the beds.  Moving to the foot she lifted each leg and
placed them in stirrups and pushed them apart.  When done, both
girls legs were lifted up high and spread as far apart as they
could be.  Their little pussies were gaping open for anyone
walking down the hallway to see.

Cyndi then strapped each girls' arms down on the edge of the bed
before pushing a button that raised their upper body so they
could see around them.  Both girls were red with embarrassment,
spread eagled, completely nude, and completely unable to cover
themselves in any way.

"Let's get your initial blood pressures taken," she stated calmly
as she wrapped a cuff around each girl's upper arm and started
pumping them up.

"Blood pressures?" Becky asked as the nurse recorded the first
set.

"Oh, yes.  We take three blood pressures.  One at rest, one
during arousal, and one upon climax."

With that statement, she flipped an attachment from under the bed
up between each girl's legs.  It had one knob about two inches
long and then multiple half inch long rubber fingers.  With
practiced skill, Cyndi adjusted the knob so that it slipped
inside the vagina snuggly and flipped a switch.  Both girls
gasped as the device began vibrating, the rubber fingers gently
rolling up and down their spread pussies, the knob sending sweet
sensations through their untouched vaginas.

Becky just stared, mouth open.

Within minutes, both girls were panting.  Cyndi quickly took the
second blood pressure and noted it in her tablet.

Almost simultaneously both girls raised their hips, pushing
themselves into the device, arched their backs, and screamed in
ecstasy, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

Cyndi quickly recorded the blood pressure as the curtain on the
left was swept open and a tall, tanned man in a white coat
stepped in with a grin.

"I thought I heard my name," he joked as he extended his hand
towards Becky.  "I'm Dr. Philopedo."

"Ummm.  It's good to mmmmeet you," stammered Becky, still staring
at her sweat drenched daughters as the slowly relaxed from the
first sexual climax of their young lives.

"Amazing machine, yes?" he asked, eyes twinkling, the slightest
hint of an accent from somewhere she couldn't quite place.

"Uhh, yes.  But...."

"Yes?"

"Well, it seems - wrong.  Why.... Why are you doing this to my
girls?"  she stammered out, not sure how angry to be.

"Yes, Becky.  I understand," replied the doctor, never having
released her hand from the initial handshake.  "It is quite
difficult for parents to realize that their children are
naturally sexual in the beginning.  But rest assured, Becky, this
is the single best heart test that nature has provided us.  The
transition from rest to arousal to climax and back to rest again
provides us with perfect information regarding the heart and
lungs of our young patients without the need of long, painful,
and often expensive tests.  You do understand, don't you?"

"Ummm, sure....." she replied, uncertainly.

About that time she heard a loud groan and looked over to the
other room that the doctor had just come out of, leaving the
curtain wide open.  The teenage boy from the hallway was strapped
onto his bed, legs spread, and shooting cum straight up into the
air as a nurse in an even shorter skirt than Cyndi pumped her
fist up and down his cock.  His little brother was bucking his
hips up and down in what looked like a dry orgasm as his mother's
hand slid up and down his rigid little cock.

"Ahhh, yes," observed Dr. Philopedo.  "Unfortunately with boys
the process is... somewhat more manual than with girls.  And
obviously much messier."

Becky stared as the nurse calmly licked her hands clean of the
boy's cum.  She looked over at her two daughters and saw they
were staring as well.

As though nothing unusual had occurred, the doctor began his
examination of each girl.  He stood between the examination
tables and rotated back and forth between them.  Rachel's ears,
then Jenny's.  Jenny's mouth, then Rachels.  He undid their arms
and had them lean forward so that he could listen to their lungs
from the back.  While doing so, Becky noticed he held them up by
placing his other hand across their nipples, pinching them
slightly.  Leaning them back, he listened to their heart.  Then
he began caressing and touching their breasts.  Of course, Rachel
didn't really have breasts, but he still gently caressed her
nipples until they stood erect.  He did the same with Jenny,
spending more time on the soft flesh of her budding breasts.
 Both girls appeared to be getting flushed again.  He moved his
hands down to their stomachs, pressing and pushing but actually
massaging more than anything else.

When he reached Jenny's crotch a slight frown crossed over his
face.  

"I'm sorry, Jenny, but we're going to need to remove this peach
fuzz.  It is well documented that pubic hair holds all kinds of
bacteria.  This is especially true for young girls unsure of how
to clean and care for it.  Cyndi, would you help Becky take care
of this please?"

"But..." responded Jenny.

"Jenny, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," replied Cyndi.
 "I've read the reports and Dr. Philopedo is exactly right.  I've
been shaving mine since I started working here.  See!" and with
that she lifted her skirt to her waist and revealed her shaved
(and bare) pussy to the entire room.  The older boy groaned.

"Come over here, Becky," Cyndi stated.

"I really think it would be better if you did it," she replied,
nervously.

"Nonsense.  This will need to be done twice a week, at least.
 Since she can't do it herself, you and her father will need to
do so."

"I can do it," Jenny protested.

"Nonsense," Dr. Philopedo spoke up.  "It is far too delicate an
area and far too difficult for you to see well for anyone under
the age of 18 to shave their genetals themselves.  I absolutely
forbid my patients to do so.  Truth is, it is better for someone
else to do it regardless of the age.  Much less chance of nicking
something critical."

Meekly, Becky moved between Jenny's young legs while Cyndi set a
can of shaving cream and a new razor on the table to the side
along with two bowls of warm water.  

"Now, dip your hand in the bowl, get a handful of water, and pour
it over her pussy."

"Don't I need a washcloth or gloves or something," Becky asked.

"Oh no.  Skin to skin touch is essential for childhood
development.  That pertains to this task as well," Dr. Philopedo
stated.

Becky dipped her hand into the water and then quickly moved it
over to pour over the small patch of fuzz growing around her
daughter's pussy.  Jenny let out a small gasp as water dripped
between her thighs.

"Get it good and wet," Cyndi advised.

"Now, her clit is the center of the area that needs to be shaved.
 In order to get complete coverage, rub the clit until it peaks
out of its hood, then set the shaving cream nozzle against it and
press the button."

Jenny's hips bucked up as the cold gel squirted up against her
exposed clit.  She gasped and tried to reach her crotch, but her
hands were still tied to the side and she was unable to do so.

"Now, rub the gel into a strong lather.  Make sure and get it
between her legs and on top of her pubic mound.  Rub it there
between her cheeks and around her rectum as well."

Jenny was panting by the time Becky had covered her pussy with
cream.  Becky felt her own juices starting to run down the side
of her leg.

Cyndi handed her the razor.  "Arousal is to be expected while
shaving such a delicate area. Like most girls, when aroused she
tends to buck her hips.  To control that, simply slip two fingers
of your left hand into her vagina.  This works as a handle while
you trim her pubic hair."

Becky looked at her incredulously.

"Go ahead," prompted Cyndi.  "Slip two fingers inside her like
so." She gently pushed Becky's fingers into her young daughter's
dripping pussy.  "Now put your thumb here." She pressed  Becky's
thumb against Jenny's clit.  Jenny moaned softly.

Becky gently but quickly slid the razer against her daughter's
mound.  Every time she moved, her fingers slid in and out of
Jenny's pussy.  As the shaving cream and what little hair there
was came off, Becky realized she was essentially finger fucking
her 12 year old daughter.

"There, all done," Becky announced breathlessly.  She slipped her
fingers out of Jenny's pussy.  Without thinking, she put her
fingers to her mouth and sucked the juices off of them.  She
looked up and saw Jenny staring back at her with eyes burning
with lust.

"Becky," stated the doctor, "the lips and tongue are some of the
most sensitive parts of the whole body.  The best way to confirm
that you have removed all the hair from your daughter is to kiss
the area."

Without a word, Becky squatted down and gently kissed Jenny's
dripping pussy.  She started right on the top.  Then kissed in
the middle.  The girl's salty sweetness tingled against Becky's
tongue.  She pushed her tongue into Jenny's pussy then slid it up
to her clit.  With an earsplitting scream, Jenny climaxed,
pushing her clit into her mother's mouth as Becky sucked deeply
at her daughters juices.  

When she stood up, her chin was dripping with her daughter's
excitement.  Becky ducked her head slightly.  "I, uhhh, wasn't
really expecting that," she muttered apologetically.

Jenny was almost passed  out, her head lolling back against the
bed.

"We have one more issue we need to take care of this morning,
Becky," Dr. Philopedo stated as though nothing out of the
ordinary had occurred.  Becky was acutely aware that at some
point while she was shaving her daughter a family of several kids
had come in and were disrobing directly across the hall from
where she was standing.  Evidently they had been here before,
since they didn't even blink when told to undress.  Two little
girls younger than Rachel just pulling off their shorts and
panties, their bare little slits gaping open as they sat on the
floor.  One boy, about Jenny's age, casually dropping his briefs
to his ankles, his rock hard cock pointing straight at her.

"Don't you agree."

With a start, Becky came back to reality.  "Ummm, sure.  Yeah.
 Go ahead," she responded to the question she didn't hear,
embarrassed to admit she hadn't been listening.

With that, Dr. Philopedo stepped back between Rachel's legs while
Cyndi placed a couple of instruments on a tray next to him.  

"Now don't worry, Rachel, this won't hurt a bit," he assured the
worried girl spread open before him.

He gently began massaging her pussy, slipping first one finger
and then another in and out of Rachel's vagina while applying
constant pressure to her small clit.  In moments, he had her
moaning in pleasure.

All Becky could do was stare in fascination as this man she had
only known for a few minutes calmly masturbated her youngest
daughter to orgasm.

"It works much better if I do this procedure at the point of
climax," he announced calmly, smiling at her.  "That adds to the
effectiveness of the local anesthetic."

Confused, Becky just stared, still embarrassed to admit she
hadn't been paying attention when he explained the procedure.

So she watched as his fingers slipped in and out of Rachel's
pussy.  One finger, then the next.  Now two fingers.  Now three -
just a little.  Then one again as his other fingers slid up and
down her tender lips.  Up and down.  Slick with her young juices.
 She didn't realize she had moved until she looked down and saw
herself caressing her daughter's thigh.

Just then Rachel arched her back and pushed her hips up into the
air as she silently gasped in ecstasy.  Quickly, Dr. Philopedo
grabbed a long tube with a sharp edge and slid it into Rachel's
wet pussy.  With a flick of his wrist he sliced through her hymen
and pulled out the blade.  It glistened with her juices and a
brilliant bead of red blood.

"Becky, if you'll step over here, I just need you to apply a
little pressure."

Becky stepped between her daughter's legs and let the doctor take
her hand.  He slipped a finger glove on her forefinger and
another on her thumb and flipped a small switch on each.  Both
began to vibrate gently.  He slid her finger into her daughter's
pussy and pressed it against where the hymen and been attached.
 He pressed her thumb against her daughter's hymen.

"Hold pressure right there and do not move.  We must insure that
all internal hemorrhaging is stopped quickly to prevent damage."

Becky stood there, her fingers vibrating in young Rachel's
dripping pussy as her daughter writhed in one continuous orgasm.

Meanwhile, Dr. Philopedo was now between Jenny's legs doing the
same thing.  She was progressing much faster, since she was
already more sexually excited than she had ever been in her young
life.  Within moments her climax hit.  As she was screaming (she
was much louder than her younger sister), the doctor clipped her
hymen and stepped back.  Cyndi stepped in with the vibrating
finger gloves to stop the blood (even though Becky really
couldn't see any to speak of - from either girl).  

"I think that's enough now, Becky," said the doctor as he slid
her hand out of Rachel's quivering thighs.  "It's about time to
let them calm down some."

Almost reluctantly she stepped back.  Her hand was drenched and
there was a pool of juices on the floor under Rachel.  Both girls
were laying on their backs covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes
glazed over, panting softly as their bodies returned to normal.

"Now, as I was saying earlier, the hymen removal is important
since failure to do so at an early age can prevent unnecessary
paid later in life.  However, the procedure itself has a small
risk of infection, therefore there are several things you must do
to protect your daughters."

She pulled her eyes off of Rachel's gaping pussy to listen to
what the doctor was saying.  Risk of infection sounded ominous.

"First, since oxygen is one of nature's best medicines, we need
to keep as much oxygen flowing to that area as possible for the
next couple of weeks. So, no pants or underpants of any type for
the next two weeks.  They may wear short dresses while out, but
absolutely must be bottomless when at home.  In addition, they
must sit with their legs open as much as possible, even when in
public.  The last thing we want is for this surgery to become
infected.  Do you understand?"

Meekly, Becky nodded.

"Girls, do you understand?"

They both nodded, though they appeared to still be essentially
stoned on their recent orgasm fest.

"Next, this antibacterial cream must be spread liberally around
and inside the vagina four times per day.  You must spread the
cream on the outside and as deeply inside as you can.  Spend a
minimum of five minutes massaging this lotion in each time.  In
addition," and he held up a bottle of white liquid and,
apparently, a dildo," put this liquid medication into this
applicator and insert it as deeply into their vagina as possible.
 Turn the timer to five and leave it there until it shuts itself
off.  It will massage the interior walls of the vagina and then
spray the medication deep inside when the time is right.  Do you
understand?"

Becky nodded uncertainly.

"This must be done four times per day without exception.  Ideally
it would be at breakfast, lunch, supper, and bedtime.  Since
school hasn't started yet, hopefully this will not be a problem.
 It is extremely critical for the health of your young
daughters."

With that, he turned and picked up their files.

"Let's see.  What else do we have?... Weight, check..... Height,
check..... Blood pressure through arousal, check.... General
physical review, check..... Vaginal shaving, check.... Hymen
removal, check.... Oral bitterness inoculation, open.....
physical evaluation for cheerleading, open.  OK then.  Cyndi,
would you please ask MaryAnn to come in.  Thank you."

"Now, Becky, are you familiar with the oral bitterness
inoculation?"

"Uhhmmm.  No," she replied.

"It's a new inoculation just approved by the FDA that actually
changes the way the brain treats bitter tastes.  Bitter flavors
are perceived as sweet.  It therefore causes children, and adults
as well, to truly enjoy vegetables.  By making vegetables taste
better it improves a child's diet and also reduces obesity by
encouraging more healthy and less fattening foods.  I highly
encourage all my patients to take it."

"Well, OK.  I guess that sounds good."

"Great."

With that, he pulled two syringes from his coat and proceeded to
inject the substance into each girl's arm.

"There.  That will be a little sore for about a day.  The result
will start showing within the hour and by this evening they will
enjoy brussel sprouts as though they were candy.  Interesting
side effect, it also makes bodily fluids more tasty.  It turns
that natural bitterness into salty sweetness."
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Before Becky could respond, Cyndi entered the cubicle with an
attractive woman in her early twenties.  She had long brown hair
tied into two tight braids making her look more like a young
teenager than a doctor.  Indeed, the only reason that Becky
thought she was a doctor was that she wore a long white lab coat.
 It was open to reveal white booty shorts and a tight white tee
shirt.  Becky could clearly see her nipples through the thin
material.  For that matter, it was equally evident that she was
as free of hair as both her young daughters.  

"Becky, let me introduce you to my sister, MaryAnn.  She's our
physical therapist as well as the manager and lead trainer at the
Philopedo Cheerleading and Gymnastics Center for Boys and Girls.
 MaryAnn, this is Becky Johnson."

"It's good to meet you, Becky," she said, smiling broadly.  "I
see my brother has given your little ones the full treatment.
 How may I help you today?"

"Jenny is just starting on the cheerleading squad and needs a
physical assessment for the team," replied the doctor.

"Wonderful.  Which school do you go to Jenny," MaryAnn asked.

Jenny didn't quite know what to say.  She had felt almost
comatose after her last orgasm and had sat passively while her
mom and the doctor talked, and didn't even respond when the
doctor gave her a shot.

"Jenny, answer the doctor," Becky admonished her daughter.

"Oh, I'm not a doctor.  I'm a physical therapist.  Just call me
MaryAnn.  And I understand, Jenny, this whole ordeal can be a
little intimidating.  I'm assuming you're heading into 7th grade
at Beavertown Middle School, right?"

"Yes ma'am," replied Jenny.

"Wonderful," MaryAnn exclaimed.  "I'm actually going to be
working with Miss Bearkunt as assistant trainer for all the
Beaver Girls.  I'm sure you'll make a great Young Beaver.  And
you are?" she asked, turning to Rachel.

"Rachel," she replied.

"Are you joining the Baby Beavers?" MaryAnn asked.

"No ma'am," she replied, looking at her mother.

"We really can't afford to put both girls in cheerleading," Becky
replied.  "We decided to hold off on Rachel until she gets to
middle school."

"I understand," replied MaryAnn.  "We really like to have
families involved.  If I can arrange a two for one special, would
that work for you?"

"Well.... yes.  I guess so," Becky responded hesitantly.  I was
incredibly strange to be talking money in front of her two naked
children.  Even more so as she saw the naked girls across the
hall squatting and peeing into a cup while their brother held it
for them, one in each hand.

"Great.  Come on girls, let's go to the physical therapy room."

"Don't they need to get dressed first," asked Becky as the girls
stood up on shaking legs.

"Oh no.  Their clothes will be safe right here.  Don't worry.
 This way ladies."  And she took off down the hallway.

Becky looked back at Dr. Philopedo.

"Go.  Go.  We'll talk for a few minutes when you're all done," he
said, smiling broadly.  He then turned and headed across the hall
to the new family.  Now the two girls were holding a cup each
while their brother peed in them.  He would pee in one then spray
up into one of their faces before aiming for the other cup.  He
went back and forth aiming at their open mouths before his stream
petered out.  

Seeing her staring, Dr. Philopedo commented, "That's the result
of the inoculation.  Urine tends to taste sweet, similar to apple
juice."

"Isn't it unhealthy?"

"No, not at all.  It's simply a bi-product of the body.  It's as
healthy as the child is.  If the child has a cold and you drink
his urine, you will catch a cold.  But if the child is healthy,
it simply becomes a silly game for kids to play."

He turned to greet the family.  Becky, seeing the bare asses of
her young girls turning the corner at the end of the hall,
hurried after them.

Like everything else at the clinic, the physical therapy room
seemed designed for observation from others. The entire interior
wall facing the hallway was glass. It was furnished basically the
way Becky imagined a physical therapy room should be, though she
had never been in one. There were various mats on the floor
scattered around the room, a couple of examination/massage
tables, some general weight equipment, a whirlpool in the back, a
couple of machines she didn't recognize, but nothing that really
seemed out of the ordinary.

After the unexpected eroticism of the previous portion of the
exam, the normalcy of the physical testing was a little surreal.
The fact that the girls were both completely nude seemed
strangely irrelevant.

MaryAnn handed each girl a clean white towel. "Please sit on
these when using the equipment," she requested.

"Hopefully neither of you will be in here often in the future,
since normally that means you've been hurt. However, I've found
it to be the perfect place to complete a sports evaluation. I've
been working with the school coaching staff to develop a series
of physical tests for each sport. Since I'm helping with the
cheerleading teams, I've already developed a series of 10 quick
exercises to judge your physical ability to safely perform the
sport. Please understand, this has nothing to do with how well
you will do, just that you are physically capable of doing the
activities required. Understood? "

"Yes ma'am," both girls stated in unison.

"Great.  First some basic strength testing."

She led the girls to a weight machine and recorded how much they
could lift with their arms.  It was some type of hydraulic
machine that didn't have actually weights.  She simply adjusted
the weight by keying a number into a keypad.

She then had them sit down (on their little white towels) and had
them push weights with their legs.  I couldn't help but notice
how each girl's pussy opened up as her legs were pushed back to
her chest, prior to her extending her legs out.

"Great.  Next are the flexibility tests."

She led the girls over to a mat.

"Stand, legs together, knees locked.  Bend at waist and touch
hand to the ground.  Can you put your palms all the way down?"

Both girls could.

"Great.  Now try to do the splits."

Both my girls had been in gymnastics and easily slid down into
perfect splits.  Their bare pussies were spread out flat against
the mat.

"Wonderful.  Do you know how to do a bridge?'

Both girls immediately lay on their backs and lifted themselves
up on their hands and feet, creating a curved bridge with their
bodies.  Their pussies gaped open as the pushed their hips high
into the air.

"Terrific.  Can you do a handstand?"

As young girls, they had both learned to do a free standing
handstand.  They both flipped themselves up, standing on their
hands, bodies ramrod straight.

"I'm impressed.  This isn't part of the physical test, but can
you do the splits while in a handstand?"

Keeping their toes pointed, both girls carefully separated their
legs and spread them out until they each formed a perfect T.  

"Cartwheels?"

Done.

"Backflips?"

Done (gymnastics really helped).

"OK.  Great!" MaryAnn proclaimed.  "Strength and flexibility are
done.  Just need to finish up with the endurance test.  Come with
me, girls.  We're going to do a quick 1 mile run.  Mom, you can
stay here."

"Uhmmm, where are you running?  I didn't see a track when I came
in." Becky responded.

"Oh, we don't have a track.  The park is right across the street.
 I have a mile run marked out on it.  We just go there," she
announced as she hung her lab coat on a hook by the door.

"But.... they don't have any clothes on," Becky protested.

"Well of course not.  They're in the middle of their physical,"
MaryAnn responded as though that was the most natural thing in
the world.

She held the door open and both girls hesitantly stepped through
it.  She quickly ushered them down the hallway and opened a side
door, leading the naked girls out on to the busy street.

Jenny and Rachel didn't know what to think as they stood,
barefoot, on the warm concrete of the sidewalk.  A boy on a
bicycle almost ran into a parked car as he stared at them as he
rolled past.

MaryAnn walked them down the sidewalk to the corner and pressed
the button for the "Walk" light.  As Rachel followed her to the
corner, she couldn't get over how great it felt to be outside and
naked.  The sun shining on her bare skin.  The warmth of the
concrete on the soles of her feet.  The wind blowing coolly
across parts of her body that had never felt the breath of wind
(or anything else).  It was like a thirsty man tasting water or
house cat climbing its first tree.  Strangely, she felt no
embarrassment or shame.  No sexual excitement.  Just exhilaration
at finally being released into the open.  She was virtually
skipping as she reached the corner.

Jenny, on the other hand, was experiencing something quite
different.  She watched in amazement as the boy nearly fell off
his bike.  She felt eyes all over her skin.  No, not on her skin.
 On her pussy.  Her dripping wet pussy.  Eyes caressing her.
 Feeling her.  Touching her.  At first she was embarrassed, but
only for a moment.  Then she realized that she wanted it.  Needed
it.  Craved it.  She wanted eyes on her.  She wanted people.
 Friends.  Family.  Complete strangers.  Everyone.  To look at
her.  Devour her.  She wanted them to see her nakedness.  To look
at her budding tits.  To see her excitement dripping down her
legs.  She wanted to spread herself open so that everyone could
see every part of her young body.  She strolled slowly down the
sidewalk and across the street, reveling in the knowledge that
men and women and even kids were seeing her freshly shaved and
dripping pussy.

MaryAnn set a brisk pace, jogging quickly down the smooth dirt
path, the two girls following behind.    They ran down a secluded
trail surrounded  by trees then curved through  a playground
filled with kids.  Some of the mothers there seemed upset at the
sight of the two naked girls and their nearly naked leader, but
the kids didn't even seem to notice.  The then circled around a
soccer field with a team of young teens practicing.

Just as she got to the far corner of the field, Jenny let out a
cry and collapsed to the ground clutching her thigh.

"MaryAnn," Rachel yelled.  "Jenny's hurt!"

MaryAnn spun on her heel and ran back to Jenny who was laying on
her back grabbing her thigh and moaning.  After a quick
evaluation she said, "Don't worry.  It's just a cramp.  I can
take care of this."

About that time the soccer coach (and most of his team) came
running over.

"I saw her fall.  Is she OK?" he asked, his eyes licking up her
naked body.

"She'll be fine.  Just a cramp.  Just needs some massaging and a
protein drink," replied MaryAnn as she rubbed Jenny's upper
thigh.  "Coach, would you like your team to learn how to massage
out a cramp?"

"Ummm, sure," he replied.

"Alright guys, gather around," MaryAnn called out.

In seconds, 22 thirteen year old boys crowded around Jenny's
prone naked body.  Feeling all those eyes on her body, she
groaned and spread her legs further apart.

"Hey!  That's Jenny.  She goes to my school," one of the boys
announce.

Jenny shuddered at the knowledge that these were not strangers.
 Boys she knew.  Boys she would be sitting next to in Algebra
were staring at her naked body.

"Now, boys, listen up," spoke up MaryAnn.  "Jenny has muscle
cramp in groin and thigh.  Immediate treatment is deep muscle
massage and high protein liquids.  Coach, do you have orange
juice on the side line?"

"Uhhh, no," he stammered.

"No problem.  We have plenty of other options," she laughed.

"Now, boys, the best way to solve a cramp in this area for a girl
is to massage the inner thigh up to the vagina as well as
massaging the inner muscles of the vaginal wall, like so."
 MaryAnn then slid two fingers deep into Jenny's pussy.  Jenny
gasped, lifting her hips to meet the intrusion.

"Now, with one hand, deeply massage the muscle of the leg.  With
the other hand, press two fingers against the side of the vaginal
wall and rotate.  Put your thumb at the top of her pussy, I mean,
her vaginal lips to provide more stability."  MaryAnn pressed her
thumb against Jenny's clit and slid her fingers around her
soaking pussy.  Jenny began gasping for breath - until suddenly
MaryAnn slid her fingers out and stepped back.  

"You can't learn by watching," she announced.  "You, step in here
and try it out."

The thirteen year old boy she selected stumbled down between
Jenny's legs and stared at the first real pussy he had ever seen.

MaryAnn slid up behind the boy, pressing her barely covered tits
against his young back and reached around him, guiding his hands.
 "Put this hand here," she said, placing his hand right against
the hollow of his thigh.  "Take these to fingers and slip them in
here." She slid his index and middle finger into Jenny's pussy.
 "Put your thumb here."  She placed his thumb on Jenny's aroused
clit.  "Now rub."

Jenny gasped as the young man began masturbating her in front of
his teammates.  It felt like her whole body was on fire.  She was
gasping.  Panting.  Her hips rising to meet his pumping fingers.
 She....

"OK, next," announced MaryAnn as she pulled the boy away from
her.

Jenny groaned in frustration at the emptiness within her.  Until
two more fingers slid inside and one more thumb pressed against
her button.  She gasped.  She panted.  She raised her young
pussy, pushing it against the fingers inside her.  She....

"Ok, next," announced MaryAnn as she pulled the boy away from
her.

Jenny groaned in frustration as boy after boy masturbated her to
the edge of climax and then was rudely pulled away from her,
giving her just enough time to come back down before being
replaced.

As she placed another boy between Jenny's quivering thighs,
MaryAnn announced, "Boys, as I'm sure your coach will confirm,
semen is one of the highest protein drinks a woman can swallow.
 Jenny needs as much protein as she can get to insure that she
doesn't have another cramp on the way back, when she doesn't have
so many good Samaritans to help her out.  I know you may be
embarrassed, but I need each of you who have already massaged
Jenny to remove your shorts and let her drink your semen directly
from your penises.  Can you do that for me?"

What a foolish thing for a woman to ask a group of thirteen year
old hormone addled boys who have just finished masturbating the
first pussy most had ever seen.  Shorts were dropped.  Cocks were
out.  And the first boy was clumsily kneeling in by Jenny's head.

Having put the fifth boy in place at Jenny's pussy, MaryAnn
quickly slid around to Jenny's head.  

"Here, straddle her chest.  Stay on your knees, don't sit on her,
you'll squish her. Lean forward and put you penis against her
lips.  Now push it in.  She doesn't have room to move her head,
so you'll need to do the work.  You need to slide in and out.
 Yes.  Just like that."

Jenny was so aroused she barely realized what was happening.  She
saw MaryAnn's guiding a beautiful cock towards her face.  She
kissed it.  Felt it slide into her mouth.  Felt the soft skin
glide over her tongue.  Let it slip back out to the edge of her
lips.  Her pussy was pushing against the fingers inside her.  The
cock slid across her tongue to the back of her throat.  She heard
MaryAnn say something and felt the fingers pull away from her
body.  The cock in her mouth seemed to expand.  And then her
mouth filled with liquid.  She swallowed and swallowed and still
it came.  Until it didn't.

And then she saw a cock coming towards her mouth.  She kissed its
tip and felt it slide between her lips and glide over her tongue.
 It pushed against the back of her throat then slid out again.
 Fingers slid from her pussy.  Liquid filled her mouth.  She
swallowed.  A cock slid between her lips.  Fingers filled her
pussy.   

Twenty-two boys on the soccer team.  Twenty-two sets of fingers
pushing in and out of her sopping wet pussy.  Twenty-two cocks
sliding through her lips and over her tongue.  Twenty-two
eruptions of hot spunk shooting down her throat - or dribbling
out her mouth.  Twenty-two almost there orgasms.  Twenty-two
climaxes delayed as each boy traded places. Twenty-two gasps for
that final explosion stopped in frustration.

A much larger cock slid between her lips as the coach straddled
her chest and pushed himself into her mouth.  The soft fingers of
MaryAnn caressed her pussy.  The cock stretched her mouth, pushed
against her throat.  The fingers expertly flicked her clit and
rubbed that secret spot inside.

MaryAnn waited until she saw the coach tense into his orgasm,
then pinched Jenny's clit while pushing her fingers deep into
Jenny's pussy.  As the coach erupted into her mouth, Jenny's long
delayed orgasm exploded. The coaches cum bubbled out of her mouth
as she screamed in ecstasy, lifting her pussy into the air and
jamming MaryAnn's fingers even deeper into her body.

It seemed to last forever.  The coach kept pumping his cum into
her overflowing mouth.  She kept gurgling, swallowing, screaming,
bucking to the electricity that enlivened her every nerve ending.

She finally stopped.  The coach slid out of her mouth and stood
up.  A long string of cum hung precariously from his dripping
cock to open mouth.  He could see a pool of his cum under her
tongue.  Her legs were wide open and splayed out.  Her body
sweaty.  Her cheeks and chin covered with cum that she hadn't
been able to swallow.  Her eyes and hair had long strands of cum
as well, from boys that came back for a second shot by hand
rather than by mouth.

The coach looked nervously at MaryAnn who sat back on her heels,
legs open wide revealing a very wet pussy of her own, having
soaked through her now transparent shorts.

"Well, thank you gentlemen.  I'm sure Jenny's cramps will not
recur today," MaryAnn stated as though nothing unusual at all had
happened.  "You may go back to your practice now."

"Ummmm.  Yes.  Yes.  Back to it boys," the coach croaked as he
stuffed his now flaccid cock into his shorts.  The boys quickly
pulled their clothes back on and jogged to the farthest corner of
the field, leaving MaryAnn and Jenny alone on the trail.

"Wow.  Wowwowowowowowwow.  That was amazing," Jenny muttered,
trying to sit up.

MaryAnn stood and stuck out a hand for Jenny who grasped in and
pulled herself up.  Globs of cum dripped off her chin and rolled
down her chest.  She scooped some up with her fingers and licked
them off.

"I thought this was supposed to taste nasty," she said.

"Not after that vaccine Dr. Philopedo gave you," MaryAnn
explained.  "That vaccine was designed to make bitter vegetables
taste sweeter so that people would eat healthier. An unintended
side effect is that it takes away the bitterness of bodily
fluids.  Semen, vaginal fluid, and even urine taste sweet.
 Actually quite delicious."  She scooped a gob off of Jenny's
right tit and sucked it off her finger.

"Where's Rachel," Jenny asked anxiously.

"I sent her back to the playground," MaryAnn replied as she began
walking back the way they had come.

"Are we going to finish our run," asked Jenny.

"No.  I think you've proven you have the endurance to handle
whatever the cheerleading squad throws at you."

Jenny looked at her curiously as they walked, wondering just what
she meant by that.
***

Becky couldn't get over her conflicted feelings.  How could she
permit her two young girls to go out in public completely naked?
 That wasn't who she was.

And yet....

She couldn't deny the excitement at the thought of her young
daughters bare bodies, bare pussies, being viewed, examined, even
touched, by complete strangers.  She knew her panties were
completely soaked through due to her excitement.

She couldn't stand it.  After pacing the halls for a few minutes,
she marched out the door to see if she could see her daughters'
bare bottoms in the park.

She crossed the street and began following the trail past the
playground, amazed at the number of people of all ages that must
have seen her naked girls running along behind the barely clad
physical therapist.

Suddenly she spotted Rachel walking back down the trail toward
her.  Concern pushed aside her excitement momentarily as she
quickly walked toward her daughter.

"Where's Jenny?"

"She's fine.  Just had a cramp.  MaryAnn said for me to come play
on the playground until they had rubbed it out," Rachel replied.

Becky turned to walk beside her daughter as they continued down
the trail.

After of moment of silence, Becky asked, "Rachel, are you OK with
this?"

"With what," she replied, a genuine look of puzzlement on her
face.

"With being naked out in public like this?" her mom replied.

"Yeah, sure.  I mean, it was a little strange at first.  But...
well.... actually it feels really good.  I love the feel of the
sun on my skin and the wind blowing across my body."

"It doesn't bother you that people may be staring at you or even
taking your pictures?"

"No.  Why should it?  I'm just naked.  It's not like I'm any
different than anyone else."

They were getting closer and closer to the playground, filled
with kids of all ages.  Off to one side was a group of teenage
boys playing Frisbee.  Further down were a couple of men sitting
on a bench watching the kids play.  One had definitely noticed
her young daughter's nudity.

"Yeah.  But," Becky hesitated.  "What if someone wanted to look
at you really closely.  Like spreading your legs or taking your
picture?"  

"I don't care," replied Rachel, a twinge of excitement growing
within her as the conversation progressed.  

"Well, what if they wanted to touch you or play with your....
your private parts," her mother stammered, slightly flushed at
the thought of someone slipping his fingers inside her young
daughter's pussy.

"I don't know," Becky replied.  "As long as it didn't hurt, I
guess it would be fine."

"So... it wouldn't bother you to, like, go over to that grassy
area in front of those two men and begin stretching and warming
up to do your gymnastics routine?"

Becky looked up at her mother, noticing how flushed she was, and
realized that she must be really excited at the prospect of
showing her off.

"Sure," she laughed.  "You wait here and watch."

She ran toward the grassy area right across the path from where
the two men were sitting and reading their papers.  

"I'm gonna practice my gymnastics, Momma," she yelled towards her
mom when she got in front of the men.

"OK, Rachel," Becky called back.  "We'll leave when Jenny and
MaryAnn return."  She sat down on the grass, leaning against a
tree, and looked around, pretending to be unaware of how surreal
this whole thing was.

Rachel turned her back to the two men, spread her legs, and bent
at the waist, hugging her right knee, pressing her nose against
her kneecap.  She held it for 5 seconds then did the same to her
left kneecap, stretching her hamstrings.  She stood for a moment,
then bent down again and placed her palms flat on the ground,
looking back at the now upside down men staring at her from
across the path and flashed them a huge smile.  

Straightening up, she turned around and sat down, spreading her
legs wide.  She leaned over her right leg, grasped her foot and
touched her nose to her knee and held it for 5 seconds.  Sat up,
flashed another grin at the men, and then repeated it with the
left leg.  Then she stretched her arms as far in front of her as
she could reach, folding her body in half and pressing her nose
into the cool green grass.

She sat up and looked at the two men.  Both had set aside their
papers and were busy looking at their phone.

"Are y'all taking my picture?" Rachel asked, innocently.

The men looked up at her, startled.

"Ummm.  No.  Of course not.  Just checking my email," one
stuttered.

"Right, right," said the other.  "Just got an important email."

"It's all right," Rachel responded.  "I like having my picture
taken."

The men stared at her, turned and looked at each other, then
turned back to naked girl in front of her, unsure of what to do
next.  

"Really.  It's OK," she encouraged.

Standing she said, "I bet I can touch my nose to my knee without
bending over.  Wanna see?"

The men just sat there, stunned.  They each nodded slowly.

Rachel turned slightly sideways to the two men and lifted her leg
straight out and up until she was doing a vertical split.  She
turned her head and planted her nose on her knee cap.
 Maintaining her pose, with her straight leg pointing to the sky,
her pussy spread open to the men before her, she laughed out loud
and said, "See - told you I could touch my nose to my knee
without bending over."

Throwing caution to the wind, both men began taking pictures with
their cell phone.

Lowering her leg, Rachel asked, "you wanna see me do handstand
splits?"

"I don't think you can do it," one man said as he started getting
into it.

With a theatrical huff, Rachel replied, "Of course I can do it!"

Facing the two men, she bent over and flipped herself upside
down, standing on her hands, her tight little ass pointing at two
clicking cameras.  Slowly she separated her legs until they were
almost horizontal, then she teetered, lost her balance, and fell
over.

With a huff she tried again. Standing on her hands, bare legs
together, toes pointed to the sky, ass taught.  Slowly she
separated her legs wider and wider until they were almost
perfectly horizontal. She teetered and fell backwards on her
bottom, legs splayed out in front of her.

"I can do this.  I can!" Rachel proclaimed.

Once again, she balanced on her hands. And toppled on her ass.

"Come help me," she pouted to the man who had told her she
couldn't do it.

Becky started chuckling as she realized what a tease her young
daughter had become in such a short time. Rachel had been able to
do the handstand splits since she was 7 years old. It was one of
the main tricks on her balance beam.

When the man didn't come over right away, she got up, walked
across the path and grabbed him by the hand and pulled him across
to the grass.

"You help," she announced. "You take pictures,"  she said to his
partner.

She placed him in front of her, took two steps back, and flipped
herself on to her hands right in front of him.   Her toes barely
reached his chin.

"Now, start pushing my legs apart."

He grasped her ankles and began separating them.

"No.  Not there.  You have to push from the bottom.  Between my
thighs."

He placed his hands between her legs just below her knees.

"No.  Lower. You have to push at the joint.  That's what my coach
does."  Rachel's coach had never had to help her do this, but she
knew she needed his hands down near her pussy - right where Dr.
Philopedo's hands had been half an hour earlier.

Timidly, the man placed his hands at the top of her thighs.
 Rachel kept her legs tightly together.

"No.  Lower."

Finally, the man slid his hands all the way down so that his
index fingers were touching each other right on top of her
hairless pussy, his thumbs pressing right across the top.

"There.  Now push out," Rachel ordered.

The man gently pushed each leg out.  Rachel kept each leg
perfectly straight, toes pointed, and spread her legs until she
was in a perfect capital T.  This caused the man's hands to
perfectly frame her little pussy, and placed both his thumbs
right on top of her clit.  He was standing behind her, looking
down at her spread open pussy.  The man across the path was busy
taking pictures as she revealed her most intimate parts to this
complete stranger.

"Now kiss it," she whispered.

Rachel had never heard the term oral sex.  She didn't really even
know it existed.  A couple of her friends and talked about
friends of friends who had kissed a boy's penis before.  Until
she had watched her mother with Jenny a little while ago, she had
never thought about having someone kiss her down there.  But now.
 Now she wanted that more than anything.

Without a word, the man bent over and gently slid his tongue
between her young pussy lips.  Rachel gasped.  He twirled his
tongue around her clit.  Sparks ricocheted down her spine.  She
teetered and fell back against the man, knocking them both over.
She landed as she had started, legs spread wide apart, pussy
firmly pressed against the man's mouth.  For this part, the man
didn't miss a beat.  As the toppled over, he grasped her hips and
pulled her against his mouth, pushing his tongue into her sweet
pussy.

Rachel had never had an orgasm prior to that day.  She had never
touched herself "down there" for anything other than cleaning
herself.  Now, in a period of only an hour and a half, she had
experienced two orgasms.  And this man was doing something to her
she couldn't even begin to describe.  His tongue was sliding in
and out of her, flicking her clit, pushing into her pussy,
sliding around the outside.  In seconds she was panting and
moments later a massive orgasm rolled through her young body.
 She gasped, pressing herself against this stranger's tongue,
arching her back as she shook to his ministrations.  It rolled on
and on and on and on until all she could see was stars and all
she could feel was the pulsing of her pussy exploding through her
toes, fingers, tits, her whole body.  After an eternity, she
collapsed backwards across his body, almost unconscious.

She lay still, panting, her head resting on the stranger's
crotch.  He reached down,  unzipped his pants, and popped out his
rock hard cock.  Without thinking, as the most natural step in
the world, Rachel rolled on her slide, grabbed his cock, and
slipped her mouth over it.  She had never  touched a cock before.
 Had really never even seen one.  Certainly had never put one in
her mouth.  She just knew that  she needed it there.  

He pushed his hips up, further into her small mouth.  She wrapped
her young hand around the base and he immediately exploded into
her mouth.  She felt it pulse over and over under her fingers.
   Sweet cum filled her mouth.  Slid down her throat.  Leaked out
her lips and down her chin.  She didn't expect it to taste so
sweet, but it felt and tasted wonderful.  She sucked and
swallowed as  the stranger came more than he ever had.  

Finally the creamy goodness slowed to a trickle and stopped.
 Rachel wasn't sure what to think or what to do.  She sat up on
his chest.  His face was covered with her juices, and her with
his.

"Officer.  This is what I called you about," a young woman
bellowed as she marched toward Rachel dragging her young daughter
by the hand.  

In a flash, the stranger pushed Rachel off of him and jumped up,
quickly stuffing his wilting cock into his pants.  Becky was
quickly running toward them, unsure of what was about to happen.

"Relax, ma'am.  I'll take care of this," the officer stated.

Becky approached and said, "What's wrong officer?"

"We received a complaint that a child was being assaulted," the
officer replied.  "Are you her mother?"

"Yes, sir.  I'm Becky Johnson and this is my daughter, Rachel."

"I'm officer Randy Watcher." He turned to the other woman.  "And
you are?"

"I'm Nancy Winterburg.  I saw this man sexually assaulting this
poor girl.  And this.... this woman brought her daughter to a
park completely naked and then watched  as this .... this
pervert.... attacked her daughter right in front of her eyes! I
think you should call CPS and throw both of them into jail!!"

"I see," he replied.  "And your name, sir."

The poor stranger was almost in tears.  "I'm.... I've.... I've
never done anything like this before.  I... I.... I never meant
to hurt her."

"I understand, sir.  Your name?"

"I'm.... I'm... Richard Small."

"All right, Mr. Small.  Relax.  As far as I can tell, no laws
have been broken."

"What do you mean, no laws have been broken?" barked Mrs.
Winterburg.  "A naked preteen girl just got 69ed by a pervert
while her mother watched and that man took pictures!  Of course
laws have been broken."

"Well, not exactly, Mrs. Winterburg," replied the officer.  "The
new mayor, Mayor Newdquids, and the city council passed a whole
series of new ordinances last week at the city council meeting
that covers nearly all of this."

"What the hell do you mean?" Mrs. Winterburg replied, growing
more and more hysterical.  "You mean it's not legal to publically
assault young girls at the city park?"

"Not exactly," Officer Watcher replied.  "Let me explain.  The
Parental Rights Ordinance clearly states that, among other
things, parents have the right to determine what their children
wear in public."

"But nude?!" Mrs. Winterburg asked, incredulous.

"The law does not dictate how much or how little a child may
wear.  That is entirely up to the parents.  Mrs. Johnson, I
assume you approve of your daughter's attire?"

"Ummm.  Yeah.  Yes, sir.  Of course I do, sir," she replied.

"Well... What about this man forcing himself on her?" asked Mrs.
Winterburg.

"It appeared accidental.  Mr. Small, did you intend to lick this
young girl's pussy to orgasm?"

"No, sir," he replied.  "I was simply helping her with a
gymnastic move.  She lost her balance and fell on my face.  I was
trying to push her away with my mouth, but my tongue kept
slipping inside her.  But it was definitely not on purpose."

"Is that correct, Rachel?"

Rachel licked a dollop of cum that was dripping from the side of
her mouth and responded, "Yes, sir."

"She sucked his cock!" Mrs. Winterburg proclaimed.

"Yes, ma'am."

"What ordinance makes that legal?"

"The Organic Food Promotion Act, ma'am."

"The Organic what?!"

"The Organic Food Promotion Act.  Mayor Newdquids disagrees with
how New York City outlaws certain types of food to promote good
health.  Instead, he wants to provide incentives to do so.  The
Organic Food Promotion Act encourages the consumption of any and
all healthy organic foods and liquids."

"And that relates here.... how?"

"Well, Mrs. Winterburg, organic is defined as any naturally
occurring edible substance.  Semen is a naturally occurring
edible substance and therefore it is legal to consume  by anyone
anywhere within the city limits."

"You're telling me it is legal to suck a man's cock in public, no
matter how old one is, in order to consume organic semen?!"

"Well, ma'am.  The container isn't covered in the ordinance."

"What?"

"The container isn't covered in the ordinance.  The semen can be
in any container.  In this case it happened to be in its natural
packaging."

"My God!" Proclaimed Mrs. Winterburg.  "What about that man
taking pictures?  Surely he's guilty of keeping child
pornography!"

"That would be covered under the  mayor's Community Photography
and Videography Project."

"The Community Photography and Videography Project?"

"Yes, ma'am.  Mayor Newdquids wants to develop a detailed
multimedia history of our town.  The  Community Photography and
Videography Project's goal is to document daily activities on our
city website.  Sir, are you planning to post these photos on the
community site?"

"Ummm.  Yes sir.  Absolutely!" he replied.

"You mean sexually explicit photos of a child having oral sex
with an adult male is protected if it's put on the community
website?" Mrs. Winterburg asked incredulously.

"The Project does not define or limit what is to be documented or
posted."

"You're saying that not a single law has been broken here today
and that you're not going to do anything?"

"Well, ma'am.  Not exactly.  However, I was planning to let her
off with just a warning."

"Absolutely not!" proclaimed Mrs. Winterburg.  "This poor girl
has been brutalized and I demand that you enforce the full extent
of the law!"

"Well, if you say so, ma'am."

"I do!"

"Well, ma'am.  Then I'm afraid I have to place you under arrest."

"What do you mean you're placing me under arrest?" protested Mrs.
Winterburg.  "All I did is report this abomination."

"Yes, ma'am.  The mayor's Personal Responsibility Act states that
if a person is offended by the actions of another person that is
not directly impacting the first person, it is the first person's
responsibility to change his or her location so the  he or she is
no longer exposed to the offending action."

"What the hell does that mean?" asked Mrs. Winterburg, growing
more upset.

"To put it bluntly, ma'am.  It means that if someone is doing
something that bothers your, go somewhere else."

"You mean it's a crime to report a crime?"

"Of course not.  It's a crime to attempt to restrict the legal
right of others to do as they wish, as long as they are not doing
something directly to you.  Therefore, I'm afraid I have to place
you under arrest."

"But..."

"Would you please remove your clothes?"

"What?  You want me to what?"

"Remove your clothes."

"You want me to strip?  Here?  In public?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I can't do that?  Arrest me if you must.  But I'm not
stripping!"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I must insist."

"Why do I have to undress here in front of everyone?"

"For your protection, County Judge Jill N. Off has prohibited an
officer from frisking a prisoner."

"So, since you're not allowed to frisk me, I have to strip?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I still don't understand.  Why does that mean I have to strip."

"The Police Protection Act."

"The Police Protection Act states that I have to strip."

"No, ma'am."

"It doesn't state I have to strip, but you're making me strip
anyway."

"Yes ma'am.  The Police Protection Act states that the arresting
officer must insure that a prisoner does not have access to any
weapons or contraband immediately upon arrest."

"Yeah. So... why does that mean I have to strip."

"I"m not allowed to frisk you.  Therefore, according to Police
Commissioner Boyer, the only way to insure both the safety of the
officer and the prisoner is for the prisoner to disrobe
immediately upon arrest."

"What if I refuse?  What are you going to do, arrest me?"

"No ma'am."  He pulled a pair of battery powered scissors and
held them up for her to see.  "I cut them off."

"But..."

"Ma'am, I won't ask again.  I need you to disrobe."

Resigned to the fact that she would have to undress, fighting
back tears of embarrassment, humiliation, and anger, Mrs.
Winterburg began to unbutton her blouse.

Mrs. Winterburg was the wife of the local Assembly of God pastor.
Although Pastor Winterburg was in his forties, his young bride
had only recently graduated from college and began teaching first
grade the year before.  The Winterburgs, with their 6 year old
daughter, had moved to Beaverton the summer before.  Although
young and attractive, she was demure and extremely conservative.
 She always wore long sleeve blouses buttoned to her neck and
dresses that fell to mid calf.  On warm summer days, since she
wasn't teaching, she occasionally permitted herself to go in
public with bare legs instead of panty hose.

The photographer promptly pulled out his phone again and began
recording the event.  Mrs. Winterburg stopped and looked at him.

"Community Photography and Videography Project," he replied as he
continued filming.

She sighed and slipped off her blouse.  Officer Watcher took it
and folded it into a plastic bag that had been folded to fit into
his utility belt.  She watched it disappear.  Underneath she wore
a Barbie training bra.

Unsnapped the side of her dress, slid down the zipper and let it
fall to the ground.  She stepped out of it.  Rachel, trying to be
helpful, picked it up and handed it to Officer Watcher.  Mrs.
Winterburg watched as it disappeared.

She pulled the elastic of her half slip (who wears those
anymore?) and let it slide down her silky legs, revealing a
matching pair of Barbie panties.

Rachel picked it up and handed it to Officer Watcher.  Mrs.
Winterburg watched as it disappeared into his bag.

Everyone stood and watched.  The boys playing Frisbee had long
since stopped and come over to see what was going on.  Some of
the children on the playground had been in Mrs. Winterburg's
classroom the year before and were now wondering what was
happening.

She unclasped her Barbie bra and let it slide down her arms,
exposing two perfectly shaped but extremely petite breasts.  She
slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.  

She looked twelve years old.  He pussy wasn't shaved, but only
had a fine mist of light blond curls that did nothing to hide the
thin slit between her legs.  Her breasts looked barely developed,
despite the fact that she had obviously had a child, since she
was standing right beside her.  Without some form of ID, no one
would possibly believe she was a first grade school teacher with
a degree and everything.

"Please spread your legs, ma'am."

"What?"

"I am required to do a cavity check, ma'am.  Please spread your
legs."

"I.... I... I thought you said you were allowed to to to to touch
me?"

"Yes, ma'am.  That's why we have purchased these ACC's."  He held
up two silver tubes, roughly the size of his thumb.

"ACC's?"

"Automated Cavity Check device.  I'm permitted to slip these into
your vaginal and anal cavities.  They will automatically expand
until the cavity is filled, preventing access to any contraband
items.  When turned off, they deflate, pulling any contraband out
with them. That will be done at the station."

"But...."

"Spread your legs, please, ma'am."

With a sigh, she spread her legs.  He walked up behind her and
slid one into her pussy.  

"Bend over and touch your toes, please."

Keeping her legs  straight, she bent at the waist and touched her
palms flat to the ground.  Officer Watcher pushed the bullet into
her ass.  She grunted as it passed through her sphincter.  Moaned
quietly as he rotated his finger inside her for a few seconds
before withdrawing it.  She straightened up, looking flushed.

"Oh!" she squealed as Watcher flipped the two ACC's on using a
small device from his utility belt.

"It's... It's... Oh God..... It's vibrating."

"Good.  That means it's working."

"Oh... It's... It'.... growing."

"Yes ma'am.  That's the foam."

"Oh... It's.... Oh."  

"This is your daughter, Mrs. Winterburg?"

"Mmmmph.... yeah."  With her hands cuffed behind her she could do
nothing to relieve the vibrations flowing through your pussy and
ass.  She was squirming as she tried to control her body.

"What's your name?" the officer asked, squatting in front of the
little girl.

"Amy Lynn," she replied, brightly, watching her mom.

"Well, Amy Lynn, I need to remove your clothes as well, OK?"

"OK," she replied.

"Ohohohohoh... why?" Mrs. Winterburg stammered out.

"She has to come with us.  Can't very well leave her in the park
alone.  No telling what pervert might find her."

"But.... mmmmph...... why.... naked?"

"The Police Protection Act, ma'am.  Can't put her in the vehicle
if there's the chance she could be hiding a weapon of some kind."

By this time, the discussion was moot.  Little Amy Lynn had
immediately stripped off her dress and was stepping out of a pair
of Barbie panties, identical to her mother's.

Sticking his index finger into his mouth to wet it, Watcher
pulled the naked little girl toward him and stated,
"Unfortunately, we are not permitted to use ACC's on minors, so I
will need to inspect her myself.  Spread your legs, Sweetheart."

Without a moments hesitation, Amy Lyn slid close, pushed her
little pussy toward him, and spread her legs.

Watcher gently rubbed his finger up and down her slit, tickling
her clit slightly making her giggle, then slid his finger into
her surprisingly wet pussy.  The first knuckle disappeared inside
her.  Then the second.  With a look of surprise, Watcher slid his
entire finger into the little girl's pussy with no resistance
whatsoever.

Beaming, Amy Lynn stated, "I can take two now!"

Her mother moaned beside her.

"Can you, now?" stated Watcher, and proved it by sliding his
middle finger in to join her index finger.  

"Told you," she announced proudly.  With practiced efficiency,
she began rotating her hips around his fingers, pushing herself
on to them then slipping out.  Fucking herself on the officer's
fingers.

"Button," she said, closing her eyes.

"What?" Watcher whispered, puzzled.

She reached down, grabbed his thumb, pressed it against her clit,
and stated, "Button."

Her eyes still closed, lips curled in a slight smile, she pressed
her button against his thumb until her little bare body trembled
in a mild childish orgasm.

With a sigh, she slid off of him.

Poor Nancy (no one thought of her as Mrs. Winterburg anymore) was
in the agony of ecstasy, unable to get over that final edge of
orgasm that the ACC's were pushing her towards.

Without a word, Amy Lynn stepped in front of her mother and
latched on to her clit like a baby to a teat.  With an ear
splitting scream, Nancy lost herself in her exploding orgasm.
 She pushed her pussy deeper against her young daughter's eager
mouth.  Amy Lynn reached around her mother's naked hips and
steadied her as she sucked deeply on her clit and pussy.

Just as Nancy was coming down off of her climax, Amy Lynn pressed
her little finger against her mother's ass hole.  With a gasp,
Nancy released a torrent of pee into her daughter's waiting
mouth.  Although she swallowed as quickly as she could, it soon
overflowed.  Amy Lynn then moved forward and let her mother's
piss cover her face and head.

Her audience stared in silence as Amy Lynn stepped back, pee
dripping from her plastered hair and chin.  Nancy, barely able to
stand, still trembled on the verge of another orgasm.

"Please.... make it stop... please," she whispered, then gasped
as another orgasm rolled through her body, brought on by the
never ending vibrations filling every part of her pussy and ass.

"Sorry, ma'am.  Can't remove it until we get back to the station.
 This way please."  With that, he grasped Nancy's arm and Amy
Lynn's little hand and headed back to his police car.  Every ten
yard or so, Nancy would shudder and stumble as another orgasm
flooded through her body.

As they left, MaryAnn and Jenny shouldered their way through the
growing crowd.

"Looks like you had some excitement of your own," MaryAnn stated
as they walked in.  "You guys ready to head back to the doctor"

Jenny and Rachel both nodded.  Becky, looking flushed, just
turned silently and led the way back down the trail towards the
office.
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