The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 1) (Englisch)

... yesterday morning. She thought of the night before as part of the same wonderful fuck.

"And . . . " Dr. Abu Jamal was particularly nervous now. "How many times did you reach orgasm then?"

Tami again decided to tell the truth, even though part of her was warning that this wasn't a good idea. "I'm not sure . . . maybe eight or . . . ten . . . times."

The two doctors looked at each other with raised eyebrows. They spoke to each other in -- Tami decided to think of it as Pakistani, even though she wouldn't recognize Pakistani if she heard it. Then Dr. Harridance said, "Miss Smithers, you are a very lucky young woman."

Thinking of her friends, and Rod, Tami thought that in a sense he was right. The other part of her mind was screaming "NO WAY!!"

After another brief pause and a glance at his colleague Dr. Abu Jamal then said, "If you would, Miss Smithers, please get up on all fours facing away from us."

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 3

Tami knew from having to expose herself in the past that even more humiliating than showing her spread pussy was showing her asshole. Maybe it was because she associated it with being dirty. In the shower she had been careful to keep her anal area very clean; she had a horror of having any uncleanliness show and these days never knew when she would be unexpectedly forced to spread her cheeks and display this most private spot.

She briefly thought of the advice every girl hears, "Always wear clean ...

... panties. You never know when you might be in an automobile accident." Ruefully she imagined that for her the advice would be, "Tami Smithers, always keep your asshole clean. You never know when you might be called on to display it."

Tami turned around and planted herself on all fours, like a dog, her knees and toes and palms on the cold metal of the table, trying to numb herself to what was happening. Because of her recent sexual arousal she no longer felt cold. Glancing briefly down, she saw her hanging breasts with the still-erect nipples; then past that, the tuft of her pussy hair. Between her legs she could see the lab coats of the two men as they moved in for a close look. The metal of the table reflected her naked front almost like a mirror. She could see the reflection of her concave belly as it breathed in and out.

The naked teenager tried to take her mind off her shame by looking up across the room at the far wall, where there was a row of glass cabinets. They were filled with jars of what must be chemicals. She was afraid she would see ghastly things like hearts or small animals suspended in liquid, but fortunately there was nothing that looked like that.

She shook a bit when one of the two doctors behind her gently squeezed one of her butt cheeks. Again there was jabbering in Pakistani. Then she heard Dr. Harridance say, "Miss Smithers, if you could lower the front of your body to the table so we could have a better angle."

With a sigh of resignation Tami ...