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

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

... rested her head on her hands, which she crossed flat on top of the cold table. Offering up her butt like this, now she was like a dog begging to be fucked. She turned her head and stared out the far windows, which as it happened looked out onto the soccer field.

Her toes flexed nervously as Dr. Abu Jamal spread her butt cheeks. Tami was spared having to look but she knew what was happening. The two doctors were discussing the size and shape of her anal sphincter. They must have been leaning pretty close because she could feel their breath on the sensitive brown skin that surrounded her butthole. Of course, everyone knows about my ring of brown skin, she told herself in desolation. Half the campus has gotten a good look at my butthole by now. They'd might as well post pictures of it in the Campus Center. In four years I'll look in the yearbook and instead of my face over my name there'll be a picture of my butthole . . .

"Miss Smithers," Dr. Abu Jamal said, "Have you ever engaged in anal intercourse?"

Tami was jolted by this question and then made a face which, perhaps fortunately, the two men couldn't see. Yuck. She had heard that buttfucking was very painful, and besides, the idea was icky. She said, "No," which led to more discussion between the two doctors.

The naked girl's eyes widened as she heard entering footsteps and a third man join in the jabbering. Is everyone at this Institute a Pakistani? She heard the shifting of shoes -- how she wished she had ...

... shoes again! -- and knew that there were now three men looking closely at her anus. More jabbering, and then she felt her butt cheeks being stretched apart this way and that as the men jostled to get a better view. What were they talking about? What were they proposing to do? Tami desperately wanted to know, and yet didn't want to know. . .

She looked out the windows again. Out on the soccer field a squad of girls in matching sweatshirts was slowly jogging across. It was the women's track team. Tami wished she could be allowed the life of a normal girl. There they are, in nice warm sweatshirts, together doing normal girl things and probably engaging in normal girl talk. Here I am, forbidden to ever wear any clothes, stark naked as always, and having my asshole probed and stared at by these grown men in a laboratory. Tami almost wept with longing, thinking of the normal life she was denied.

Her musings were halted by the voice of Dr. Harridance. "Thank you, Miss Smithers, we're done now. You can get down."

Tami turned and saw that there in fact five males there behind her. The third one was another doctor, about 40. But the other two were geeky looking guys, students obviously, who looked barely as old as she was. They smiled at her as she got off the table. As she stood upright before her audience, fighting the urge to cover herself, she realized how much worse it was to be naked in front of young, geeky guys.

"Miss Smithers, this is Dr. Latimer, and two of our ...