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New Author - 2nd Post

This is the second part (actually Part 1) of a novel I have written.
The first part (the prologue) was posted to A.S.S. and I received a
suggestion from one of the readers that I post it here instead. So I
have posted the first part and this part in this forum, the moderated
newsgroup.

I have read many stories in this newsgroup and have found some of them
stimulating. Others I have found to be the work of a quick cock-
fondling at the computer screen. Some were cranked out so quick the
author didn't have the chance or forethought to run the spell-check
(incorrect punctuation ruins the mood). Don't real authors know that in
a quoted statement, the ending punctuation comes before the end quote?
(." rather than ".)

Fantasies of a wife or girlfriend? A family member? A woman or girl who
lives next door or down the street? Someone at school or at work? Many
of the stories I have read are presented as real-life experiences. Some
by a man (boy?) who pretends to be a woman (girl?).

The following is a story. A conjured event which has no basis in fact.
Don't try this at home unless you practice, in real life, how my mind
works in fantasy. If you do, may your favorite deity have mercy.

Keep in mind that this is Part 1 of a complete novel (see the Prologue
post if you want to start at the beginning), one of dozens I have
written for my own amusement, not to mention to expand my vocabulary and
literary skills. No big words - don't want to confuse the audience. Just
have fun reading it.

There's a lot more sex here than in the Prologue, and even more in the
rest of the novel. Just let me know what you think of it. Would you be
interested in more?

I'm not going to place any disclaimer here, stating that those under 18
(years old) should not read this story. We all know that such warnings
are a red flag that say: "READ ME". Of course, if you are not yet 18
(that's years old), please ignore the previous quote.

Part I - THE TRUTH

Chapter 1 - EXAMINATION

Even though it was necessary for her to get the implant, BJ was
reluctant to take that first trip to the doctor because of what he
might tell her. Would he know her secret? Would he think her a vamp? An
easy lay? An indecent tramp? A good-for-nothing whore?

Though it was two miles from her house to the doctor's office, BJ
walked the distance. Having no boy friends, she did a lot of walking.
Besides, it was good exercise. It was late spring. The day was sunny
and warm enough not to wear a jacket but cool enough so she would not
work up a sweat. The only problem was that half hour walk gave her time
to think more about her situation.

No less than a dozen drivers honked at her as they went whizzing by.
She did not turn to see if the drivers who honked were men or women.
They didn't know her like everyone else did. Some of the boys at school
called her an ice princess for turning them off. Others call her a
lesbian because she only had girl friends. She did not look at the
drivers, afraid more would be women than men. Two more stopped to see
if she needed a ride. She was relieved they were men but could see the
sexual lust in their eyes, staring at her massive chest, as she
politely declined. Instead of being offended, she was depressed. She
wanted to be accepted by everyone. One way was through the expression
of her sexuality. She repressed it out of fear. And the fear brought on
depression. What would have happened if she flashed her breasts at
either of those men? What would have happened if she accepted a ride
and he propositioned her? The only way she was going to get over it was
to face the fear. Today, she was determined to achieve just that.

Doctors offices were a strange environment. As she waiting for her name
to be called, BJ looked around the waiting room. There were seven women
present of varying ages. Not one of those women looked up. They were
either staring at the floor or in a trance, their eyes glued to a
magazine without reading it. Though it was odd, there was an air of
familiarity among them. Were these women like her? Afraid of their
bodies? Fearful that the doctor, in examining them could read their
thoughts, not all which were proper? Were they all ashamed for being
women?

When her name was finally called, BJ expected an old, wisp-haired
matronly woman to appear. Instead it was a young, pretty nurse who led
her from the waiting room, down a sterile corridor, and into a near
barren examining room.

"My name is Judy," the girl announced. "I will be assisting the doctor
during your examination." She turned to her right and reached up to
open an overhead cabinet, the uniform clinging to her tight form. "Take
off your clothes and put this on." The girl handed BJ a standard
hospital gown. It was light green and nothing more than a flimsy
backless drape with sleeves. "If there's any questions you have,
perhaps I can answer them before the doctor arrives."

"You're not what I expected," BJ remarked as she took the gown.

Far from expected. Judy's curly brown hair, bangs trimmed short, with
the rest pushed behind her ears, matched her eye color and flowed down
to her shoulders. A small nurse's cap was pinned to the top of her head
and immaculate white tennis shoes covered her feet. Everything in
between - her uniform - she wore in a provocative fashion. It was a
button-down from neckline to hem. The top three buttons were unfastened
to expose a modest amount of natural cleavage. The uniform was tapered
to the waist, which itself was so narrow, it only accented her inflated
chest and the slight curves of her hips. And the hem line sat a couple
inches above mid-thigh. Instead of standard white panty hose, the girl
wore white stockings which extended up just under the hem. The old-
fashioned garter which held them up became visible when the girl
reached up into the cabinet to get the gown.

Though the pretty nurse was taller than BJ, their figures were
comparable. BJ wondered how Judy dealt with men coming onto her. For
that matter, working in an OB-GYN office, the woman probably had
trouble with women coming onto her as well. David would like Judy. She
was the type of woman David would love to party with. She could hear
David now, telling her that Judy had an ass that just begged to be
squeezed.

Judy smiled. "Let me see. You expected an old overweight woman, hair up
in a bun, maybe a couple hairy warts - something out of a horror film."

BJ's face flushed. "Sorry."

"Most of the patients that come here are self-conscious and embarrassed
at having someone other than their husband's touching their private
parts. Some are so withdrawn because they don't even allow their
husbands to touch them like the doctor must to examine them. I dress
this way to make the patients fell sexy," Judy unfastened a fourth
button. If she was wearing a bra, she was hiding it well. "It helps
most of them to relax."

"Most?" BJ pulled off her baggy sweater.

Judy's eyes widened at the sight of BJ's own mountainous chest. "Not
everyone in this world is heterosexual," she explained, lifting the
front of her uniform and running her fingers along the lower edge of
her white lace panties from crotch to hips. "It turns some of them on."

"What do you do for those?" BJ turned and bent over slightly to step
out of her skirt. She knew the young nurse was teasing her and BJ was
teasing her back. BJ had the advantage because she was the one removing
her clothes.

"I don't think I know you well enough to say," Judy replied, letting
her uniform drop back down. The young patient's small, bikini-clad
buttocks had caught her approving eye and the girl had caught her
staring.

Down to her bra and panties, BJ picked up the gown.

"All the way undressed," Judy smiled back. "Don't worry. I'm not going
to chain you to the table to make wild love to you while the mad doctor
pokes you with needles."

"Oh, darn!" BJ smiled at Judy. She had to ease her breasts out of the
bra and then slipped off her panties. She could have done it just as
well under the cover of the backless gown, but found it a little
stimulating to disrobe under the watchful gaze of the young nurse.
Whether it was the uniform or just Judy's personality, something
worked. BJ did feel at ease and she was starting to lose her fear of a
woman's appreciation of another woman.

Even with a beautiful assistant like Judy, BJ still had visions of a
maniacal scientist with beaded eyes and a toothless smile, but was
pleased when a youthful-looking man in his mid-forties appeared. He had
a full head of hair, combed backward and there was just the beginnings
of grey at the temples. His eyes were sharp, his teeth gleamed when he
smiled and he had a calm, reassuring voice.

"I hope Judy has kept you properly entertained," he smiled as he
slipped his strong hands underneath BJ's armpits. Though she was less
than a hundred pounds, the doctor effortlessly lifted her onto the
narrow edge of the examining table and in doing so, her breasts were
pushed together by his forearms. BJ found it easy to imagine the
muscles rippling underneath his clothing.

"I'm glad to see you don't have warts all over your face," BJ giggled
as she lay backward. "Are you going to poke me with your tools now?"
The stirrups were there but BJ had no idea how to put her legs in them
so she lifted her knees to her chest and waited for the doctor to
manage it for her.

The doctor looked at Judy for confirmation of BJ's last statement as he
strapped her legs in the stirrups. "My tools?"

"She's very cute, but innocent, and a little bit of a tease," Judy
replied, placing an additional strap over BJ's chest and arms. "I must
tell you though, I had a hard time keeping my hands off her."

The doctor could see the worried look on BJ's face and responded with a
smile. "The straps are to insure your safety. Some women are frightened
by the instruments I need to use. They'll seem cold and unfamiliar, but
you'll get used to them. You'd be surprised how many women come to love
the feeling of them." The doctor then adjusted the stirrups so that her
legs were drawn far apart, exposing her naked vagina.

An eerie feeling washed over BJ as she lay there, helpless and
unprotected. Her arms were strapped by her sides, but she felt like
they should be above her head, her wrists fastened to the top of the
table, stretching her body out in a captivating manner. Closing her
eyes, she imagined herself in such a position, her girlfriends
surrounding her, their hands massaging her naked form, and every boy
she rejected in the last two years stepping up to take a peek and
offered a poke.

BJ opened her eyes momentarily, then closed them again. In her second
vision, instead of cold metal, the examining table was hard wood
covered with soft leather. And instead of having to climb up and lying
down, the table was on a 45 degree angle to the floor. All BJ needed to
do was lean back against it. The sensuous Judy was the one who disrobed
her and strapped her to the table.

A wide leather strap was first wound over her hips near the bottom edge
of the table. This kept her body from sliding off the table as Judy
lifted each leg and slipped BJ's feet through the leather stirrups. The
stirrups were really leather cuffs fashioned like slip knots. Each of
the cuffs was dangling from a short length of silver chain attached to
the top end of a wrought iron rod which was itself attached to the side
of the table next to her hips. Judy had to push BJ's knees up to her
chest to place her feet in the stirrups and once they were fastened,
the tops of her thighs were pressed against the leather strap around
her hips, her thighs were at a 45 degree angle to her torso and her
knees were bent at a 90 degree angle, leaving her feet positioned
nearly two feet above the table, directly over her hips.

Judy fastened BJ's wrists to cuffs at the top end of the table. These
cuffs were both attached to a thin length of chain wound around a
locking pulley which Judy turned with a hand crank to pull BJ's arms
tight.

It was not until the table was turned down into its normal position
that BJ realized her crotch and backside were fully exposed. Not enough
however because Judy turned another crank on the side of the table
which moved the iron rods outward, away from the table, BJ's legs
stretched wide by the stirrups.

In her vision, BJ closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was no
longer in the examining room. She was still bound to the table, but the
table was now on a small, round platform that was rotating slowly in a
circle, as though the platform was a turntable. Around the platform was
a ring of chairs and leaning forward in all of them were nameless,
faceless strangers. Her powerless pose afforded the spectators a
perfect view of her exposed body. Everyone in the room could see her
completely. Anyone who wanted to look could, and all of them were. BJ's
face flushed red with embarrassment, but the rest of her body was hot
with desire. She let out a little whimper as Judy made an announcement
to the crowd.

"This is BJ," said to her guests. "She has been prepared in the usual
manner for your viewing pleasure. She is not yet a slut, but will be
when her training is complete. Feel free to look and say anything you
want, but do not touch her. Any questions you have for her, I will
answer."

BJ whimpered again, wondering what would happen next. Though Judy was
the only one close enough to touch her, someone was pressing something
against her vagina.

BJ's eyes snapped open. She was in the examining room. The doctor had
left. Judy had a hand on BJ's stomach and was smiling.

"It's just a specimen container," the pretty nurse cooed. "We need a
urine sample."

"I've never peed lying down," BJ smiled back.

"That's okay," Judy pulled the cup away and tossed it in the waste
basket. "We'll collect it later."

"Why do you need it?" BJ asked.

"Because your period has not yet started, we need to take a urine
specimen to determine if you're pregnant." The busty young nurse again
stepped over to the overhead cabinet and pulled out a small plastic
bottle filled with a clear liquid. She unscrewed the tall lid to expose
the bottle's tapered tip. "Since you're here for a full exam, I have to
administer an enema to prepare you for your rectal exam."

BJ closed her eyes again as Judy inserted the bottle's self-lubricated
tip into her anus. In her fantasy, Judy was twisting her index finger
into BJ's asshole just so the surrounding crowd could see her squirm.

"It's just mineral oil," Judy squeezed the contents into BJ's rectum,
then inserted a device similar to a tampon in her rectum. "This is just
something to help you retain the enema."

In BJ's fantasy, the device was actually a small plug, the shape
resembling a man's erect penis.

The doctor came back a few minutes later. He started with a routine
pelvic exam, followed by a PAP smear, and then a visual exam of her
vagina and cervix by the use of a speculum. The device felt cold going
in, but warmed quickly. BJ could feel her internal flow increase, but
her dilated vagina was irrigated and the fluid suctioned out.

"Oh my," the doctor sighed when his eyes returned to her vagina after
picking up another instrument. He could not take his eyes off her naked
crotch even as he guided the stirrups wider. "Judy. Get a look at
this."

The doctor stepped back to give his young aide a look. "Oh my god!"

"What is it?" BJ squealed. "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," the doctor patted BJ's smooth stomach. "It's just your
clitoris. It's shaped like a man's penis."

"Then I'm a man?"

"You're a woman," the doctor consoled her. "Of that, there's no doubt."

BJ was comforted when the doctor alleviated her most awesome fear.
Relieved to find she was sexually sound. But she was dismayed when he
replaced the old fears with brand new ones. Horrified when she
discovered the real reason why she didn't have a period. She was
physically deformed.

"According to your records, some strange deviation in your fetal
development caused you to be born without any sexual reproduction
organs," he told her. "It is called Turner's Syndrome. You are the
first such case I have encountered, although I have read of similar
cases."

"Then I'm a freak!"

"By no means should you consider yourself a freak. Frankly, I'm
surprised your parents never told you, since your records show they
have known about it since you were nine years old."

"What does that mean?" BJ pouted. "I can't have a baby?"

Judy placed the palm of one hand on BJ's chest, between her breasts, to
console her, and placed one of BJ's hands over it.

"Well," the doctor paused. "You have no ovaries and no fallopian tubes.
Just a vaginal canal, cervix and a uterus which, for all intents and
purposes, is a narrower extension of your vaginal canal. That's what
your record states. Other than that, everything is more or less
normal."

"More or less?" BJ strained against the leather strap. "I got a man's
penis for a clitoris?"

He examined her further, gently probing inside her with his
instruments. "My god!" He exclaimed again, as if he had discovered
buried treasure.

"What?"

The doctor filled BJ in on the rest of it." You have an oddly-shaped
vagina. It has a small opening and an unusually constricted canal. The
canal is extremely long. Longer than any I've ever seen. But the
deformed cervix gives it the feeling of being extremely shallow. The
opening and canal can be surgically widened, but the cervix is a
different matter." He tried inserting a small cup-like device made of
rubber into her vagina. The cup was designed to fit around the cervix
to catch a woman's menstrual flow. Since BJ had no menstrual flow, he
tried to fit it into place to stop the fluid that was quickly filling
her vagina. The canal was so narrow, that he gave up after three
unsuccessful attempts. The doctor knew what the fluid was as it had an
undeniable scent.

A wave of guilty passion washed over BJ and flushed her face. The
penetration of his instruments generated waves of pleasure and brought
back frightful pornographic memories. "Why would you want to widen it?"
BJ asked.

"So sex won't be so painful," he smiled over at Judy.

"Why would I want to have sex if I can't have kids?" BJ was now being
sarcastic. The doctor was holding back.

He removed the speculum, instead sliding a single gloved finger into
her vaginal canal to probe her oversized clitoris. It sprang to
erection and more fluid seeped from her crotch. BJ whimpered. He had
never known a woman who orgasmed so easily and produced so much fluid.

Judy moved her hand from between BJ's breasts down to the top of her
crotch. "Because it feels good! Haven't you ever had sex?"

BJ looked at the sexy young woman for a moment, wishing she hadn't
asked. Judy's return look was a intimate stare. BJ nodded her head
silently, not wanting to explain further. Even though she now knew the
truth about her physical condition, the experience two years before was
still very much a part of her.


Chapter 2 - PROFANATION

The man had been almost three times her age. He was the third husband
of the mother of Julia, the best of BJ's junior high school friends.
Julia playfully called him her father, but as a blood relation he was
closer to her uncle. One could call him a sleaze, after having divorced
Julia's aunt, he married his ex-wife's sister. But Julia's mother - who
was not yet thirty years old, had been a teenage stripper, whore and
herself the product of an incestual family - wasn't exactly the bright
type.

The man was a medical assistant and had starting working the evening
shift at a local hospital the same time school session started in the
fall. He picked Julia up from school and dropped her off at home before
going to work every day. BJ usually rode the air-bus, but that
particular day she and Julia had to remain after school for detention.
Their hideous crime - they were caught peeking in the boy's locker room
after gymnastics class.

It was not the first time they had done it, nor would probably be the
last. What fascinated BJ, and always drew her back for another look,
was the extreme difference in the size of the boy's genitalia. Some
were so small she could hardly see them and others were so large,
hanging solemnly like a third leg, they were hard to miss.

Her step-brother's was the longest of all, but BJ didn't need to peek
in the boy's locker room to see it. David was far from the modest type,
leaving the bathroom or his bedroom door ajar when he was tugging on
the thing. She'd peeked in on him many times, around a corner at his
reflection in the mirror or through a slit in the doorway, and was
consistently amazed at its length. At two hands and the knob, versus
one hand and the knob during their days playing doctor, it was now
approximately nine inches when standing tall.

The different ways David manipulated the thing was interesting too.
Sometimes he pumped on the top half with his right hand and sometimes
then gripping the base with his left. Sometimes he used just one hand
and pulled up on it, from the base to the knob. During both of these
methods, he sometimes had toilet tissue wrapped around the thing. BJ
did understand this method as her nipples hardened more easily at the
contact with cloth than they did when she massaged them with her
fingers. It was also fascinating to note the sack which hung below his
massive genitalia was compact when he started the self manipulation,
but grew progressively more elastic until, at the point of eruption,
the huge marbles within it were being tossed up and down and all
around. BJ knew the lay terms - penis, testicles, masturbation,
ejaculation, semen and sperm - but found Julia's slang expressions -
prick, balls, jerking off, tossing off and cum - much more exciting.

BJ had told Julia all about her brother's masturbation ritual,
including the resulting eruption of a much heavier, thicker and whiter
payload than what had wet BJ's hands and face when she and David used
to play doctor. Julia liked for BJ to tell her these stories and seemed
to know what was going on inside David's head when he was masturbating.

"He's having sex with a woman," she'd say, "pushing his prick up into
her pussy." Sometimes Julia said he was ejaculating on her back, or
stomach, or breasts, or face, all depending on the words and phrases
David muttered just before the point of ejaculation. BJ was a bit
envious of Julia for knowing all these things, but Julia was also
envious of BJ, for having a brother she could watch jerking off.

Julia's step-father was a handsome man, in a caveman sort of way, with
broad shoulders, curly brown hair and a deep voice. BJ had seen him
before and it always looked like he hadn't shaved in three days.
Something else she had noticed was the thick hair protruding from his
nostrils and out of his ears. His problem was with excess bodily hair,
but understanding it made it no less disgusting.

The vehicle he drove was an ancient gasoline-powered van, the kind with
the engine half inside the forward compartment, between the driver's
and passenger's seats. Though fuel for it was exceedingly difficult to
come by and usually very expensive, maintenance was far less costly
than the electric models which had all but smothered the old gas-
guzzlers.

He appeared to be the perfect gentleman, climbing down out of his side
and coming around to open the door for them and commenting on how nice
they looked that day. Julia climbed in first, but not like a lady,
crawling across the seat on her hands and knees. BJ wondered if the
man, two heads taller than herself, had caught the same tawdry view of
Julia's smooth loins and the skimpy panties which covered them. She
dared not look his way to make the determination. Julia finally ended
up on the engine cover, facing the back of the van. BJ followed,
careful to keep the back of her skirt down, and sat in the passenger's
seat next to her friend.

Julia leaned back to rest against the dashboard. This caused her skirt
to ride up above mid-thigh and at the same time, she parted her legs
slightly. BJ noticed the front of Julia's blouse was open to the waist
and the full cups of her brassiere was showing. It hadn't been like
that while they were waiting for her step-father to arrive, so she must
have just unbuttoned it as she was getting into the van. BJ could not
blame her friend. Perspiration beaded between her own breasts and the
insides of her thighs. It was unusually hot and humid inside the
ancient vehicle.

The van was so old it did not have an air conditioner, but the dirty
windows were rolled all the way up. Since her step-father was doing
them both a favor in taking them home, BJ did not feel it was her place
to ask why and unfastened a couple buttons on the front of her own
blouse to compensate for the heat.

BJ also thought it odd that, after Julia's step-father climbed in, he
placed his right hand on Julia's right thigh. And she thought it even
more odd when he massaged Julia's inner thigh, from the knee up to the
hem of her skirt, as she spoke to him.

"I met this nice hunk today," Julia informed her step-father as he
quickly pulled out of the school parking lot. "He's on the football
team, but he already has a girlfriend. Even so, I sure would like to
get to know him better."

"I'm sure you will," he chuckled. "Just as well as all the others."

He pulled her skirt up a bit more so he could stroke her thigh a bit
higher without making it appear he was molesting her beneath her skirt.

Julia reached down to pat the top of his hand with approval and move it
another inch up her leg. "It's your fault I think of these things."

"It's your mother's fault," the man shifted the blame. "She makes me so
horny and you remind me of her. So what's this about a football
player?"

"His girlfriend's being bitch about me making moves on him."

"When has another girl ever stopped you from getting what you want?" He
argued.

BJ didn't have the slightest notion what he meant with that statement
until Julia responded to his implication.

"You're horrible! I don't go to bed with all of them! Some of them,
just like this guy, just want a blow–," the girl realized what she was
saying in front of BJ and immediately shut up.

BJ was shocked to find out that her best friend, the girl to which she
entrusted all her secret desires, was the school slut. The girl all the
boys in school talked about as being such an easy lay. Now BJ knew what
Julia had meant when they were peeking in the boy's locker room - this
one would hurt while that one would not. But BJ found herself more
wounded that Julia had kept a secret from her, than by her friend's
common indiscretions.

"It's okay," Julia's step-father said, trying to console BJ. "Her
mother, bless her big tits, is the same way. It's the reason I married
her. I not only get to have her - she wants me - even after she's had
another. And the good thing about our relationship is that there's no
jealousy. Jealousy only ruins a relationship. I fool around and so does
she although she has a greater need for more men than I have a need for
as many women."

With his hand closer to Julia's crotch than her knee, BJ found his last
statement a little hard to swallow. With so many women in the world,
why did he have to go after his wife's daughter?

"He's hung like a horse," Julia whispered to BJ. "That's why mommy
likes him so much."

He hadn't heard the sly remark - at least he pretended not to hear. "I
had somehow always hoped Julia would be different than her mother. Her
mother is a real looker. Julia is quickly turning into one. I find it
hard to resist her. She's following directly in her mother's
footsteps."

"In her footsteps?" BJ spoke up.

"They're both nymphomaniacs. Sex is a drug to which they'll always be
addicted. They've been to lots of doctors and specialists but nothing
seems to help. They even toyed with electroshock therapy but the
discomfort only seemed to excite them more. And it's the main reason
why Julia's mother's first two marriages didn't work. Her husbands were
jealous - they wanted her just for themselves. That and the fact that
Julia came on to both of them one too many times. Instead of taking
what they could get, they blamed Julia's indecent attitude on her
mother."

Since he was not making eye contact when he spoke to her, BJ's eyes
wandered. From Julia's flaring nostrils, to her heaving chest, then
down below her waist. Julia's skirt was up around her waist and her
step-father's hand was making full contact with Julia's pantied crotch,
pressing the fabric down into her soft vaginal folds.

"It's not as bad as it seems," the man continued. "Sometimes it can be
down right fun. Julia and her mother occasionally put on little shows
for me. I provide the guys and they provide the sex. There was once-"
He could see it wasn't helping Julia's friend, and was probably ruining
Julia's reputation, so he let his hand fall away from her crotch and
shut up too.

"It's okay," Julia touched BJ's arm. Her eyes were soaked with an
orgasmic glaze. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

Julia was the first to be dropped off. BJ had unbuckled her seat belt
and was ready to get out to let Julia out, but her friend opted instead
to go out her step-father's side. She leaned over to kiss the man and
though BJ could not see it, it was a bit long for a fatherly peck on
the cheek. Then Julia crawled across the man's lap. Her entire body
rubbed up against his and his hands sensually glided over her body, but
he made no effort to help her out.

He waited until Julia made it inside the front door before pulling away
from the house. BJ sat silently for a few minutes, but found she could
not hold back from asking the question which had been eating at her.

"Have you ever had sex with Julia?"

He didn't seem the least bit surprised by her question. In fact, she
believed, he would have been surprised if she hadn't asked because he
seemed happy to answer it.

"Do you mean have I ever literally screwed the daughter of the woman I
love?" He laughed. "During those parties I told you about - I've
watched my friends ball her and it's gotten me excited, but her
mother's always been there to keep me honest. But, like I said, she
makes it extremely hard when her mother isn't around."

"But I saw her kissing you!"

"Yes. There is some kissing, which you've evidently noticed, even some
heavy petting."

"I noticed that too."

BJ had not put the seat belt back on and was now slouched a bit in her
seat. Her skirt was a couple inches higher than normal - not enough to
be provocative yet not as proper as everyone knew her to be. She did
not feel uncomfortable in his presence since he exhibited the air of a
man who had seen and done all that could ever be imagined.

"She was actually good today," he declared. "Probably because you were
around. She usually masturbates for me on the way home. But that's not
the same as having sex, is it?"

BJ did not answer. She was intrigued by his casual response to a very
personal question.

"Okay," he concluded. "I can see you don't really believe me. There's
no sense in keeping it a secret. Julia may have already told you. There
have been only two occasions where we went down on each other, but
other than that, I've managed to restrain myself. I have just about all
I can handle with her mother, even with all the fooling around she
does. You've got to agree Julia is a really hot fox. Come to think of
it, you're not a bad looking girl yourself."

Julia had not told her any of this. "She is pretty and the guys at
school pay her a lot of attention," BJ answered.

"Sometimes I think she's hotter than when her mother was her age. I've
know her family a long time. I had sex with her mother before she got
married the first time and all through both of her marriages. Sometimes
it amazes me the things she does." He must have felt like he was
talking too much because he then turned the question on her. "Have you
ever had a man?"

"Who? Me?" BJ didn't want to answer the question. She was afraid, with
the knowledge of the extent of Julia's sexual activity, he would poke
fun at her innocence.

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

BJ liked the man. Even though she was appalled by all he had done with
Julia, he was soft-spoken and seemed both honest and sincere. So she
did something she normally wouldn't have done. She teased him by
placing her feet up on the dash and pulling down the hem of her skirt
to expose her silky white thighs, just as her friend Julia might have
done.

"No, I haven't," she replied. What the hell am I doing? She debated
with herself. She did not have the answer. "But I've often wondered
what it would be like. I bet you can tell me what it's like," she
smiled.

The man had a hard time concentrating on his driving. He was definitely
unprepared for it. He took several deep breaths but could not mentally
quell the growing hardness between his legs. There was no way he could
undress her mentally without keeping his hands off the girl, so he
would have to perform it physically. Besides being both socially
unacceptable and morally indecent, it was illegal, and balling fourteen
year old girls was not something of which he could be proud. But all
these thoughts were shoved from his mind. Julia was only fourteen. He
was not proud of the way in which he allowed her to use him, but he
didn't hate himself either. Her mother enjoyed watching other men
balling her daughter.

"Come up here where Julia was sitting," he patted the engine cover.

Why she did it, she did not know, but she accepted his offer and leaned
back just as Julia had done. But she went one step further. She pulled
her skirt up as she leaned back, exposing her cotton panties, closed
her eyes and rubbed her crotch. BJ didn't know why she was stroking
herself in front of him. Other than David, a few other boys had petted
her to orgasm and she and Julia had once manually gotten each other
off, but she usually masturbated in private. She just had an aching in
her loins at that moment. She felt a tingling when Julia kissed him. It
turned into an itch when she placed her feet on the dash. It
intensified when he requested she sit where she now was. It wouldn't go
away and needed to be satisfied and he just happened to be around when
she chose to satisfy that need.

"Better yet," he reached over to caress her sweating thigh and press
his sweaty warm hand on top of hers. "I can show you what it's like."

"How?" She solicited.

He answered her by turning the van from the main road, onto a gravel-
covered fire-access road, then onto a dirt side-road. He drove into the
woods until the van could not be seen by even a curious motorist.

As he stopped the van he saw her eyes were still closed and she was
still stroking herself through her now-wet panties. And, to make
matters worse, he was harder than Julia had ever been able to make him.
No young bitch had ever gotten him so turned-on. Julia bared her
breasts and removed her panties while masturbating for him. She exposed
her genitals while placing herself in sexually suggestive positions at
home. But this girl was fully clothed. Why did it excite him so much?

He had driven the van into the woods with the intention of introducing
her to the pleasures of oral sex. He had oral sex with Julia and did
not feel guilty about it. But now, no one, no thing, could stop him
from what he felt he now had to accomplish. He shut off the motor.

BJ opened her eyes when the sound of the engine ended.

"Where are we?" She demanded, as she sat up quickly. One look around
told her she was no where near home. "Why did you stop here?"

"To show you what it's like to be with a man," he replied.

She still had her hand between her legs but had stopped stroking
herself.

"I would have settled for a verbal explanation, thank-you," she stated
reservedly. He may have had sex with a lot of girls - even Julia - but
she did not think he would stupid enough to attempt to have sex with
her.

"It's like riding a bike," he explained. "It's something which must be
experienced to be understood."

BJ lifted her legs and planted the heels of her feet on the edge of the
engine cover. In this position, with her knees drawn up, the backs of
BJ's legs were completely exposed. The man took the opportunity to rub
her calves and thighs. BJ pretended to act like nothing was happening.
Over the next few minutes, the man worked his hand higher until he was
touching her panties at her crotch.

BJ abruptly put her legs down and announced that it was time for him to
take her home. He looked into her eyes and asked if he could touch her
breasts.

She knew that was not all he would do. "Sure."

He leaned over to kiss her and, as he did, slowly unbuttoned the front
of her blouse and slipped his hand inside. While Julia did not have
much in the chest department, BJ's own breasts were the size of small
melons, giving the false impression she was much older than she
actually was. She hugged and kissed him partly because he did not force
it on her and partly because she was anxious to find out what it was
like. She had kissed boys before, but not like this man was kissing
her. She also let him open her blouse and slip his hands inside to
fondle her ripe young breasts because that was something else she
wanted and was sure he wanted too.

The man massaged the sides of her rib cage and the sides of her
breasts. BJ let out a soft moan. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek.
He altered his massaging technique so that his hands made more contact
with the front of her bra. BJ took the hint and thrust her chest out,
pushing her breasts together with the sides of her arms while pressing
her palms on the insides of her own thighs, pushing them apart.

Kissing and feeling wasn't enough. Once she had a taste of the
forbidden, she wanted more. Had the clasp on her bra not been in the
front, she probably would have had the courage to ask that he stop.
Otherwise she would have had to perform it herself and that would have
given him the wrong impression. Wrong for her - right for him.

A flick of his two fingers and her breasts sprang free. The girl's
breasts were big for her age, but very firm and with wonderfully erect
nipples. His tongue traced a trail from her mouth, down her chin and
neck between her hard breasts. He sucked on the excited nipples and she
just hugged him closely purring into my ear. She let him kiss and suck
a few minutes, her hands initiating again the sexual anxiety between
her own legs. He moved his hands down to touch her clothed pussy,
giving her a masturbatory rubbing while her wet fingers gripped his
wrists. His hands soon moved back up to her breasts and she placed her
hands over his, looking into his eyes.

"Show me," she stated simply.

Sliding one hand underneath her skirt again, he asked softly, "Are you
sure you want this?"

His eager-to-excite fingers which manipulated her clitoris through her
panties in a way she did not think possible, gave her little chance to
give a negative reply.

"Oh, god, yes! Show me what it's like!" BJ removed her blouse and asked
what she should do next.

Sitting there in her beautiful half-nakedness, the girl was the picture
of magnificence. He pointed to the rear of the van. "There's more room
to stretch out back there, if you'd like."

"Thanks," she smiled.

As she got up, her brassiere magically slid from her shoulders and her
skirt dropped to the floor. She did not know how he did it, nor did she
care. And she was in no mood to ask. She just yearned to feel good
again as she did when he had kissed and touched her breasts and wet
crotch.

She would not have climbed into the back of the van if he had ordered
or demanded it, but did so because he offered it. There was more room
in the back than in the front and even more room outside the van than
inside and she would have even gone out there if that was what he had
offered. The way she was feeling at that moment - the feeling of
something intensely pleasurable and the hint of something a hundred
times more gratifying - she would have done just about anything he
might have suggested, even though she had no idea what that might be.

"Lie face down on your stomach," the man quietly suggested.

The floor was covered with a thick, plush tan carpet and the walls were
paneled. The rug was stained with what appeared to be dried blood, but
it felt clean as she lay face down. She had held her arms tightly by
her sides while he'd been kissing and stroking her, but now she moved
them up above her head.

She sprawled her arms and legs out so her body looked like a big 'X'
like she did at home before and after some of the more furious self-
stimulation episodes. And just like at home, the carpet excited her
nipples.

The man lifted himself from his seat to join her in the back. He
massaged her back, enjoying the feel of her body beneath his
fingertips. He extended the massage up to her shoulders, then down to
just above waistband of her panties. He skipped her butt for the moment
and moved to her thighs, spreading them and stroking the insides.

BJ indicated she wanted to roll over, so he adjusted his position,
pushing her legs together. She rolled over, bringing her breasts back
into view, but keeping her hands and arms extended over her head. He
could see the nipples standing rigid atop her two-hands-to-handle
breasts. Now on her back, she lifted and spread her legs before he
could straddle them to stroke herself some more.

She enjoyed masturbating, ever since her doctor days with David - on
her back, furiously rubbing her clitoris while penetrating her tight
vagina with two fingers or on her stomach, poking her asshole with her
thumb. It felt like that now, but she wasn't poking herself anywhere.

Her panties were neither pretty nor frilly. Plain white cotton with a
reinforced crotch. They were well past the point of being moist though,
so there was no doubt that her inner labia was probably soaked. Only
one wet layer of material was keeping him from her inner soul. The very
next thing he did was roughly tug down her panties so he could see her
stroking barren flesh and not some piece of fabric.

He watched as she raised her knees to her chest to put her young ripe
vagina on display. No girl with whom he had sex had a slit as narrow
nor as short as this one. Her fingers parted the slit to show off the
tiny canal which would offer resistance to just one of his fingers. It
would be extremely tight and he would probably hurt her, but that was
part of the fun of it. He licked his lips in anticipation and
unconsciously stroked his rock-hard penis beneath his baggy pants.

After he removed her panties, BJ hoisted her legs up to her chest. It
was strange to exhibit her naked body like this. It was even more
strange that it made her feel so good. She continued to stroke herself,
this time by sliding her hands down beneath her legs to get at her
vagina. To achieve this, she brought her legs up higher. Her thighs
ended up beside her swollen breasts, pushing them together. The
position was comfortable, yet unlike anything she had ever done.
Masturbation had never required it. BJ wondered why the man was taking
his time. She was eager to find out what it was be like and hoped he
wouldn't make her wait much longer.

His cock was raging. Using his thumb, he massaged the place where her
clitoral button should have been, but found only wet flesh. He moved it
left, then right. No clitoris.

BJ sensed what was wrong. "Let me do it," she whimpered. She took in a
deep breath and closed up her legs.

The man moved his hands back down to massage her thighs once more and
allowed her hands to move over her crotch. The inside of her vagina was
as wet as ever, but the outer lips were dry as a bone. Her panties had
absorbed all the moisture. She inserted one finger into her extremely
tight vagina to spread some of that moistness around. She knew where
her clitoris was, deeper inside her wet pussy. Her manual ministrations
drew him to her.

"That's right, baby. Get yourself wet. You're gonna need it. Are you
sure you've never done this before?"

She sat up with her feet flat on the floor but two feet apart as he
crawled on his knees between her outstretched legs. Her face was no
farther than an inch from his groin. She knew she probably looked like
one of those women who posed nude for men's sex magazines. Looking at
the bulge beneath his pants, it made her feel good that she could have
such an effect on this man.

He wanted desperately to grab the back of her head and press her
smiling face against his hard prick, but she surprised him and grabbed
the back of his legs for support as she rubbed her smooth face all over
his sweaty groin.

"Am I doing it right?" She inquired. It was much harder than she had
expected - not the act, but the man's penis. Peeking into the boy's
locker room, she had seen many penises wagging between hairy legs. She
knew they got hard when excited, but other than David's and a few other
neighborhood boys at a distance, she'd never seen one fully erect.
While she had let those few boys touch her, and she had touched them,
this man's penis was a lot different than a nine-year old.

His raging hard-on was busting to get loose. He pulled down his pants
zipper as she unfastened his belt, then tugged his pants down to his
knees. His column of flesh leapt out at her and struck her in the face
before she captured it with her hands.

It was enormous! Just as wide as David's and almost as long, the tan-
pink circumcised piece of art was as hard as marble. From her
masturbatory experiences with her step-brother, herself and a couple
other boys, she knew this man would like it if she caressed that huge
hardness between his legs. She squeezed and stroked the huge, warm
piece of flesh a few moments, then pressed it against several parts of
her face. But whenever she drew it close to her lips to kiss it, he
pulled it away.

Everything had been slow and gentle while both of them were clothed,
but once he removed the last piece of clothing, things shifted into
high gear. She lay back down, spread her legs again and beckoned him to
follow. From her human developments courses, she knew exactly how the
act was performed. She was finally going to experience the ultimate
thrill!

He held back as long as he could but couldn't wait any longer. Two
fingers from her left hand spread the tiny pink lips of her virgin
pussy while the other hand guided his prick to the opening. Her vaginal
orifice was smaller than his wife's anus! He placed her legs on his
shoulders and walked on his hands until his chest was above her head.
This curled her spine and pulled her tight rump up off the floor. It
also gave him a straight shot. He stabbed his way inside as he dropped
his hips on top of her open loins.

BJ knew from the related experiences of a few friends that the first
time would hurt. She spread apart her little pink vaginal lips to
lessen the restricted entry. But it didn't seem to help. As he entered
her the first time she felt something rip inside and knew in that one
brief moment of intense passion and lustful desire, she had lost her
virginity forever. At least the tearing of flesh part of making love
for the first time, reported in the human development courses, was no
illusion.

He was eager to drive himself in to the hilt, but her pussy was
resisting more than any other. It not only looked tighter than his
wife's puckered asshole, it was tighter than his wife's puckered
asshole. The girl's scream told him what he already knew. Because he
was the first to enter her, he had hurt her more than anyone had ever
done. He also knew if he slowed his pace she could probably muster
enough strength to push him aside.

His lovemaking was not as gentle as his speech. In fact, he was down
right brutal, repeatedly stuffing his oversized penis into her. He had
her pinned to the floor - there was no place for her to go - and he
just smiled as she screamed when it slammed into the back of her pussy.

He's gonna run it right through me, she thought. Fear and a mild form
of shock set in and she begged him to stop, but her pleas fell on deaf
ears.

He kept up the fierce attack, ignoring her pleas for relief. While her
pussy seemed to be shallow, it did give slightly with every thrust. It
would be a while before he was all the way inside. Not until her cries
were reduced to heavy sobbing, did he know the under-aged bitch would
let him do anything he wanted. And with that realization firmly
implanted in his brain, he pulled out, lifted one leg while letting the
other slide from his shoulder, and slapped her hard on her white,
tender buttocks.

"Roll over, bitch! I want to do something different!"

Afraid not to follow his orders, though he had not threatened her in
any manner, she rolled over onto her stomach. The blow to her backside
smarted, but she had the vague impression it was more an expression of
appreciation rather than punishment.

Her entire body was weak and her insides felt as though they had been
ripped out, tied in a knot and shoved back in. She had to use all her
energy just to prop herself up on her hands and knees like he wanted,
and waited with fear, but no longer with resistance, for what was to
come next.

Without a bit of hesitation, he grabbed her hips and thrust his prick
back inside, tearing into her knotted flesh. In not spreading the lips
as she had done, his penis forcefully drew in her pubic hair which felt
the same as if he had yanked on it with his callous hands. The agony of
reentry, which had subsided when he stopped the first time, came
screaming back and she began crying for relief again.

He tossed her about her like a rag doll. Not one part of her body was
left unscathed. He yanked back on her mop of hair and slapped her
cheeks some more, this time with punishing brutality.

"Let me in, bitch!"

He had not yet attained full admission and would not stop until her
body relented in its fierce opposition. He released her hips and
grabbed her shoulders, forcing her entire body straight back onto his
massive prick. Her breasts, which hung free but rigid beneath her, soon
felt the brunt of his punishment. To show his resolve, he reached
underneath her to viciously dig his fingers into the sensitive mammary
flesh.

"You don't let me in, I'll really hurt you, bitch!"

She cried out in horror at this new onslaught, but he answered this
protest by slamming into her body with a renewed vigor. Accommodation
turned to fear. He was pleasuring himself, so why all the vehemence?
With the fire now burning out of control inside her crotch, BJ hardly
felt his malicious hands on her breasts. His enlarged penis hurt more
than his hands, so she decided to let him have his way.

Decide? What was there to decide? He had total control over his actions
and she had surrendered herself to him. She was his toy and could do
nothing but take his punishing blows.

He rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted
them savagely.

"You like me to pinch your titties?" He cried.

"I can't feel it!" She lied. "Pinch them again!" She cried back.

"Slam your pussy onto my dick and I will!"

She threw herself back on him and he pinched them again. Her movement
was unpracticed but felt entirely natural, like the roll of a rocking
chair. Another thrust and another pinch. She kept thrusting and he kept
pinching. Still no feeling. What she did feel though, as he assaulted
her breasts, was not the troublesome torment which should have
accompanied such an attack, but the feeling of an orgasm building.

For being so inexperienced, the bitch sure liked to lay down and play.
If he hadn't felt himself ripping away her virginity when he first
entered her, he would have thought her to be as professional as his
step-daughter. She resisted just enough for their union to be extremely
pleasurable. He would have liked it more if she were using some foul-
mouthed language. His wife and girlfriends could curse like sailors, as
could Julia. He did manage to get her to drive her hips backward,
impaling herself on his raping tool. But that was another one of her
unrealities. She was letting him rape her and she didn't care if he
hurt her!

He must have been near orgasm too because he released her breasts and
concentrated solely on screwing her. As soon as he let go of her sore
nipples though, her own orgasm started to deteriorate. So she picked up
where he had left off and pinched her own nipples. The orgasm started
building again.

He came a few moments later, pulling out none too late to spew forth a
substantial load of hot, wet sperm all over her smooth back and
deliciously rounded backside. She came with an incredible force a few
seconds later and prolonged the forbidden pleasure by releasing one of
her breasts to stroke her bruised but extremely hot and inflamed
clitoral knob.

When his orgasm subsided, he released his hold on her and she fell
forward, on her stomach, to the floor of the van. The nylon carpet
irritated her sore nipples, but that simple annoyance was dwarfed by
her distressed vagina.

She felt his strong hands wiping up the gooey mess from her back but
did not know how he was going to dispose of it. She had expected him to
deposit it deep within her womb. She got her answer when he rolled her
over and used both hands to smear the still-warm, white seed all over
her breasts and stomach. She should have felt offended by this
perverted act, but to have this man's life-giving seed on her body only
complemented the already delightfully debased feeling.

He straddled her limp form and worked his body up until his backside
was firmly pressed against her breasts and his knees locked her head
immobile. She got a good look at the purple giant that had injured her
so nicely. It was covered with her blood and there was the now familiar
white substance seeping from the tip. Actually she got a better look
that she wanted. He cleansed his ticklish hairy testicles and filthy
penis by rubbing them all over her face. This time he did not keep it
away from her mouth. Instead, he pressed the mighty tip firmly between
her lax lips.

Her first reaction, had she been able to react, would have been to jerk
her head away. But he had it held firmly in place between his muscular
legs. Instinctively, her tongue shot forth to force the rubbery flesh
away. But as soon as she tasted the sticky white liquid, it was her
tongue that melted away. It was bitter and sweet at the same time,
mixed with her blood, his sweat and their sex. She finished the
cleansing of his penis with her tongue and the walls of her mouth.

Though what he had just done to her could have been considered rape,
even with her consent, she felt strangely drawn to the man. She took as
much of his semen-seeping penis as she could into her mouth until it
started growing again. It was her way of expressing appreciation for
the thing which had both strained and satisfied her so well.

The longer and harder it got, the less she could willingly take in. So
he took her unwillingly and choked her with it more than a dozen times
until it was deep in her throat and his hairy balls resting on her
chin. But then he pulled it out.

BJ felt cheated. "Don't stop!" She pleaded. "You've pleased me. I want
to learn how to please you!" She sucked some more on the throbbing
head. "Does this please you?"

"Yeah, baby. It does." He leaned back and lewdly massaged her
genitalia. Though when he pulled out of her she was dry, she was
surprisingly wet again. "I want something else too, but I'm afraid
we've gone too far already."

"Do something else!" She wrapped her arms around his waist to hold him
in place. "Is there anything you can show me?"

"What else do you want?" He tempted.

"Anything you want! You want to have sex with me again?" She surprised
herself more with the language than with the request that he force
himself upon her again.

BJ did not realize just how potent the man really was. She knew nothing
of a man losing his erection for a time and taking a while for him to
get back up. She only knew the facts on the subject. Like reading about
how to fly an airplane. Pull back and it goes up. Push forward and it
goes down. One does not think about the time it takes to refuel for
another flight. The man had barely touched the runway before he was up
again, soaring higher than before.

The second time was less torturous, though more so initially, but just
as brutally pleasant as the first. Fully erect again, he flipped her
over onto her stomach and stripped away the rest of her virginity by
plying apart her cheeks with his thumbs and slowly pushing his cock
deep into her forbidden zone.

Oh my god! He's doing it like a queer! More like loving anal
intercourse than anal rape, it felt like she was shitting to the beat
of a broken record. BJ let out a long deep growl and pushed upward onto
his cock until he was buried completely inside her. Sometimes, when
masturbating, she probed her anus with her thumb or index finger. This
man had his entire penis thrashing in and out of it. It felt better
than the first time. Though her anal opening was smaller, there was no
virginal flesh to tear away.

He fucked her ass slowly with long deep strokes as she moaned and
ground her hips beneath him. He moved one hand under her and jammed two
fingers into her cunt, crudely massaging her clit. She gasped and
pushed harder up onto his cock, feeling the heat, the intensity that
was not the equal any other act.

"I love your ass, bitch!" the man groaned. "It's really hot!" She did
not speak a word, but in his mind she was begging. "Please! Fuck my ass
harder! Faster! More!"

He fucked her harder, faster, plunging deep into her ass. She produced
one steady groan. Her body shuddered. Her orgasm was taking control.
Tears flowed down her cheeks. He fucked her and slapped her ass cheeks
and flesh of her outer thighs. And when he came, it was with a scream,
shooting his cum deep into her rectal canal. No energy left, he
collapsed on top of her.

BJ felt cheated. She had wanted him to make her taste him again, but he
seemed content to keep his cock inside her ass. For some strange
reason, he remained harder longer the second time around. He slowly
stroked her rectum for a longer period of time than he had been in her
pussy before his first ejaculation.

Both of them breathed in gasps for a few minutes before he slowly
withdrew from her hot tight ass. He picked up her wet panties and
started to clean his cock with it.

"Don't you want to put it in my mouth again?" BJ rolled over, then up
to her knees. The fact that his cock was coated with her wet feces
never occurred to her.

If it had been Julia, he would not have hesitated to take her up on the
offer. In fact, he would have forced his cock into her mouth afterward.
Julia was the slut this girl would never be.

The man finished cleaning his cock, then threw her panties in her face.
Without a word, he tossed her others clothes to her, threw on his own,
then climbed behind the wheel to take her home. By the time he pulled
out on the main road, she was dressed but found it hard to sit normally
in the seat. It was the first and last time she ever saw him.


Chapter 3 - INSPECTION

BJ moaned as the doctor inspected her. The entire vaginal canal was
extremely sensitive and the over-sized clitoris even more so. The
sexual sensation was misplaced though, because she felt excited more by
the action inside than outside her vagina. Even though she now knew she
could not get pregnant, she was glad she hadn't masturbated those two
long years. If she had, she would have wanted more than her fingers
inside her. The temptation to have sex would have been more frustrating
than the temptation to masturbate.

After several stifled cries from his patient, the doctor managed to get
his finger past the curled cervix. But when he felt a tugging on his
hand, he removed it and placed the speculum back inside. When he
released it, he was surprised to see the foot-long rod of metal being
pulled inside her.

"What the hell?" It would have disappeared completely from sight had he
not grabbed hold at the last second.

Amazed at her muscular capacity, he repeated it several times before
placing one of his rubber-gloved fingers into her. She climaxed
immediately, and thrust her hips up, drenching his hand and the sleeve
of his shirt with her hot vaginal juices.

The fact that she climaxed did not surprise him. Many of his patients
had orgasms while he inspected them. But none climaxed so quickly, so
excitedly, so many times, and with hardly a provocation. Most of the
women who did orgasm were embarrassed by it, mainly because a man,
other than their boyfriends or husbands, could illicit such excitement
from their loins. But a few, like BJ, were far from embarrassed. It
were these women that he continued to manually stimulate throughout the
examination, until they had a second, third or fourth orgasm.

The doctor would have loved to play with the girl's pussy all
afternoon, but he had other patients to see. He left the room, turning
the rest of the exam over to Judy.

The young woman reached down to play with the plug still sticking
obscenely from BJ's butt. More than a trickle of the girl's orgasmic
juices had run down to lubricate the butt plug. "There's something I'd
like to do for you, but I need your permission first."

BJ barely had the strength to ask and merely nodded assent to Judy's
request. From a drawer in the cabinet, the hot nurse pulled a pair of
scissors. Pulling the pubic hair way from the girl's cunt, Judy cut it
with the scissors. BJ breathed a giggle because it tickled. Judy
carefully cut all the hair down to a quarter inch length. Next came a
warm wet cloth, placed on BJ's trimmed mound. While it softened the
remaining hair, Judy showed BJ her own shaved crotch and told her how
everyone loved how smooth it was.

>From another drawer came a packet of gel and a disposable razor. Judy
tore open the packet and squeezed the gel out, massaging it to a lather
all over BJ's warmed crotch. Starting at the top, and the sides between
her legs, Judy worked the razor toward BJ's slit. When she got to the
hair on BJ's pussy lips, Judy pulled the skin from the side to stretch
it, and very carefully shaved the last of the hair off. The wet cloth,
now cool, removed the last of the shaving cream. Hand cream from a pump
by the sink was the last step. Before gently rubbed it over BJ's pussy,
Judy removed the girl's feet from the stirrups and unfastened the strap
over her body.

BJ could not help the erotic feeling rising up within her. Judy sensed
it and let her fingers stray into BJ's slit, down to the girl's prick-
shaped clit. As BJ uttered little pleasure noises, she lifted herself
up on her elbows to look at her now cleanly shaven pussy. It was
beautiful! Though her pussy lips had puffed out, she was as smooth as a
baby.

As she sat up further, BJ realized the plug had not yet been removed
from her butt. She lay back down for Judy to attend to that. The woman
slipped a bed pan underneath BJ's bottom, then pulled the plug out.
"Let it come out," Judy stroked BJ's hairless crotch. "It's gotta be
clean before I stick my finger up there!"

The rectal exam was nothing more than a session of dual digital
intercourse. BJ had yet another orgasm as the woman twisted one finger
up her wet asshole and another into her wetter pussy.

All good things eventually come to an end. The exam was over, but BJ
was not ready to get dressed. She waited for the doctor to come back to
penetrate her with his own gloved fingers. He did but was turned away,
facing his pretty aide. BJ was forced to get herself off, gyrating her
crotch against his hand which made her feel like a tramp. Only when she
slid down to the floor, did he step back up to her. BJ caught sight of
Judy pressing one of her breasts back inside her uniform and quickly
buttoning up the front.

The doctor finished his examination with a close, personal inspection
of BJ's breasts. He also attributed their size and shape to part of the
same sexual deformity. Her mammary glands were of a tremendous size,
surrounded and supported not by fatty tissue, as most breasts were, but
my muscle. The nipples were gigantic and just as pleasantly sensitive
as her vagina. When he touched them, they hardened immediately, she
sucked in her breath, and she came again.

The fact that she orgasmed from nothing more than simple nipple
mistreatment was not lost on him. The doctor continued to probe her
breasts while spouting some unintelligible medical verbiage. Every few
seconds his fingers poked her nipples and each time she experienced a
tiny orgasm. His fingers were driving her crazy.

It was the first time in two years any man had touched her in such a
manner. Her damned body was reacting favorably again, something she had
feared. But this man was gentle when he didn't need to be. She knew she
would climaxed more violently if he had instead been pinching them,
Just as Julia's father had done, so she brushed his hands aside and
brought herself off.

It was not until she left the doctor's office that she really began to
think about her sexuality in a different light. Her eyes were opened
and she now knew why every man that passed her turned to stare. They
were stares of appreciation but BJ could just imagine the thoughts that
went with those stares. I'd love to get in her pants!

There was a public parking lot adjoining the doctor's office. Though
her house was in the opposite direction, there were several men in the
lot and cars pulling in and out all the time. From one corner to the
next, she took the longest route across the lot. Her first contact was
with a man between two closely parked cars. She could have waited for
him to walk through first, but her mind was racing - her fantasies were
set free. She now saw every innocent action in a lascivious light. She
walked through at the same time so their bodies could brush up against
one another. They side-stepped each other, the casual meeting only
lasting a fraction of a second, enough for her breasts to touch the
side of his arm and his hand to brush against her skirt, but it left
her crotch tingling.

Walking quickly to get ahead of another man passing through a couple
more parked cars, she slowed and dropped her purse just so she could
bend over to pick it up. Instead of stooping as anyone with morals
would have, she spread her legs a bit and bent over ninety degrees at
the waist. It was blatant seduction. She did not have to imagine
someone was behind her. Through her legs she could see his hands,
inside his pockets, fiddling with something. Her breath quickened,
hoping he would throw up her skirt and grind away at her lonely loins.

"Need a ride?" He invited as she stood up.

"Yeah." Her breath became shallow. "Wanna give me one?"

As she bounced into the crushed velour passenger seat, she imagined
there was a man sitting there - Julia's step-father - naked from the
waist down, his penis standing erect. He'd kept it that way, for two
years, waiting for her to return to his world of sensual delight. She
imagined there was a man sitting in the back seat, his large hands
coming around her, sliding down beneath her blouse, squeezing her
breasts and bringing her off with a dual nipple plug. As the man sat
down next to her, she turned around to tell him she wanted him to make
love to her, right there, right now, but the guilt for wanting to
verbalize what she was feeling overwhelmed her.

The ride was made in complete silence. The man dropped her off a block
from her house, then drove away.

She was alone.

BJ started to cry.

She was sorry for herself. She could never have children. Who would
want her - a barren woman?

Then the depression turned to anger, directed at her parents for never
telling her. Why did they force her to live in fear of pregnancy and
abortion? She had a right to know.

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized what
advantages she had over all other girls. She'd never have a period,
thereby never having the terrible cramps a lot of her friends had.
She'd save money on tampons, panty liners and most of the other
hygienic products. She'd never get pregnant, so there was no need for
the contraceptive implant. She could have sex whenever and as often as
she wanted without any worries. Maybe that's why her parents never told
her. If they had, she would have been having sex a long time ago. And
with the wonders of science, if she ever decided to have children, her
doctor told her that she could have a fertilized egg implanted in her.
But at sixteen, bearing a child was the farthest thing from her mind.

She had been as celibate as a nun the past two years for no good reason
other than contemporary morals. She put herself through so much anguish
in denying herself the joys of masturbation. She had suppressed her
sexuality so much that desiring the reality of her conscious thoughts
disgusted her.

It was time to do something about it. Though she stood on the corner,
in broad daylight, her hands shot down under her skirt to bring herself
off. It felt so good, she did it a second and third time. If anyone saw
her, they could go to hell. The half dozen additional orgasms she had
in that short walk to her house were just the beginning of her wild new
life.


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