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 eighteen, 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.