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BJ - Part I - THE TRUTH - Catch the Prologue to BJ (also posted here)

New Author - Need Feedback

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. Have fun reading
it and...

Let me know what you think of it, good, bad or ugly.

Send comments to: Biscayne @ix.netcom.com

The usual disclaimer does not apply for those over 18.

BJ

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 blowû," 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 p