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. ******** 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." ********** 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. *********