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Sandy's Summer Humiliation
By GymDog
Chapter 1
My name is Sandy, I was an only child that grew up in a mid-western suburb
and this story was from the summer after my sixteenth birthday. Back then I
was about 5' 7" 122 lbs. With shoulder length sandy brown hair and normal
sized breasts. I spent most of my summers on our community swim team, so I
was trim and firm with nice soft edges to my features. My parents, who were
both busy doctors, bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday. They were
extremely conservative, but still gave me a lot of freedom. They also felt I
should get a summer job so I wouldn't get spoiled. Since I loved the pool,
I pleaded with the manager to hire me. He was almost never around, and
since Mark his assistant agreed, I landed it.
The pool was part of a 500-house sub-division and regularly had about a
hundred visitors a day. It was on top of a hill surrounded by trees and had
a large privacy fence. People would sometimes rent the pool for Friday
evenings, and I had heard rumors about how wild they sometimes got. I'm
told that's why they built the huge stone privacy fence. Since they
wouldn't hire someone under eighteen to be a lifeguard, I had to come at
seven each morning to clean the pool, work some at the snack bar, and
waitress during their parties. On Mondays the pool was closed until five for
the big cleaning which involved most everyone.
The pay wasn't good, but it kept me busy enough to keep my parents off my
back. They always lectured me on responsibility and told me that working
would toughen me up. They made a deal that if I lasted all summer, I could
go with a friend to the Bahamas this winter with them. I had been begging
them to take me for the past five years.
The first two weeks of the job were really cool. Since our club was cheap,
we lost several employees to other pools. Unfortunately, most of the people
who quit were women. That left me working alone with guys most of the time.
Some of the male replacements kept making rude remarks that my sheltered
ears were unaccustomed to hearing.
On the Third Monday cleaning session, I had to scrub the crap off all the
drainage gates and ditches that surrounded the walkways. After a couple
hours I was filthy. I went into the women's changing room to cleanup.
About halfway through my shower, I heard Paul and Fred chuckling and was
horrified as I turned and saw them watching me. No guy had ever seen me
nude! "Get out!" I cried.
"Sorry Sandy, we pulled locker detail, and this room is our last to clean.
Don't mind us, we'll just finish and be on our way." Paul replied as if
nothing was wrong. Fred pretended to sweep, but never took his eyes off of
my body.
I reached for the towel I hung up and saw that it was missing. My one-piece
was also no where to be found. "Give me my stuff, you bastard!" I cried.
"They were in our way, so I put them in your locker." Paul.
I looked and saw that my locker was closed and locked. "My keys were in
there you ass-hole. Go get me a towel."
"That's no way to treat us. I'm not stupid. I have your keys right here."
He said holding them just about an arms reach away from me. I lunged for
them, but he was too fast. He jerked them back and ran out of the locker
room. I screamed for my keys about five minutes, but no one came to my
rescue. Paul finally called back saying that he threw them into the pool
because I called him an ass-hole. I went in and cried in one of the toilet
stalls. Fred continued to clean.
About ten minutes later, Mark came in. "Sandy, this is just a rookie prank
that happens every year. Don't take it personally. You can either go find
your key, or I'll cut your lock off and tell the manager you quit. Which is
it going to be?" I didn't want to quit, but this wasn't fair. "Well, I'm
going to head out and if you're still in here in five minutes, I'll take it
you're quitting." Mark said and left. I didn't want to go crying home to
my parents. Who knows, maybe they would tell me to toughen up, that I
couldn't take a little joke. So I made up my mind to come out. I looked
for anything to cover up with, but there was nothing I could use.
Fred followed me to the doorway. I carefully peeked out. I didn't see
anyone. I thought I could see the keys better from the surface, so I ran
quickly to the side of the pool. Fred called out, and everybody was looking
at me now. My white ass and tits were in stark contrast to my
well-developed tan and I tried to cover them up with my hands as best as I
could. Damn, I couldn't see the keys. I looked over and saw Mark, and he
had a camera. I dove into the pool immediately and continued my search.
I'd bet my ass looked funny as I swum along the surface looking underwater
for my keys. I covered the whole pool and didn't find them. I swam to the
side and called out. "They aren't in here you bastards, where are they?"
Everyone pointed over to the high dive where Paul just jumped off of the
ladder. "Fuck you." I cursed. I jumped out and ran to the high dive. As
I stepped on the ladder, Paul tackled me into it and grabbed at my hands. A
moment later, I realized I was now hand cuffed. "SHIT. Let me go" I cried.
My embarrassment grew larger, now I was standing next to the high dive
ladder with my hands cuffed over my head and five of my male coworkers
eyeing all my goods. Mark told me to smile as he took some more pictures.
What is worse, I think he was close enough that you wouldn't see the
handcuffs on the picture. It would look like I was just climbing the high
dive naked. Paul reached over and pinched my ass. I turned and tried to
kick him, but he caught my foot in the air and raised it to his shoulder.
Fuck, now everyone could see my pussy. Steve who had been silent this whole
time came from behind and grabbed my boobs. I just started crying and
sobbing uncontrollably. The guys looked at each other and just went back to
finish their jobs, leaving me hanging for all to see. After a while I
noticed that my nipples and pussy felt very sensitive. We had a slight
breeze that day and my tits perked up and I got a little wet from the
constant attention from the wind. About an hour later the guys came back.
Paul gave my tits a squeeze and said this was all in fun as he unlocked the
cuffs. He held out my keys, but threw them to Steve as I reached for them.
I ran from guy to guy as they tossed it, but after a minute, Fred missed and
they went falling into the pool. I dove in to retrieve them. I then swam to
toward the changing house and ran inside.
Mark talked to me through from outside the door to the ladies room and told
me that it was all in fun. He also said that now, I'd be treated like one
of the guys and wouldn't get stuck with all of the crap jobs. I yelled back
that I had never been so humiliated in all my life and that you guys should
get in big trouble. Mark made some comment about how they shouldn't have
hired such a baby, and he was going to talk to the manager about never
hiring an under-age person again. I sat and thought about twenty minutes
after I got dressed. I knew my parents would be mad if I quit over normal
hazing, even if I thought this went way beyond normal. I didn't want them
to think I was a baby, so I decided I would just put this behind me. I went
out, finished stocking the shelves in the snack shop and left at the end of
my shift without talking to anyone.
Chapter 2
I only had the 7 a.m. cleaning to do the next two days, so I avoided almost
everyone. Thursday, Mark would be in charge and I had to work the snack
counter. I was cleaning the pool in wearing my bikini and cutoffs. At
seven thirty, I was scared to death when Mark said "Hi." Nobody ever
arrived before eight thirty, so I was accustomed to being by myself. He
motioned for me to sit down at a nearby table and pulled out ten pictures.
"These turned out marvelous, It looks like you were having a grand old naked
time." He had pictures of me standing next to the pool, diving in, swimming
with my nude bottom showing, and climbing the high dive. The pictures of me
trying to get my keys when they were playing keep away looked like I was
laughing and doing a dance.
"Give them to me." I demanded.
"I don't think so. Besides I have copies." Mark replied. "I think I could
get you fired for such a display, and who knows what mommy and daddy would
do." I gave him an evil stare. "I suppose, you'll just have to play along
with our little games this summer, or you may ruin things with your up-tight
folks."
"I won't have sex with you or anyone else. Besides, if I did it would be
statutory rape and you'd get fifteen in the slammer."
"Oh, I wasn't thinking of that. Besides I have a wonderful girlfriend and
it would take you years to become as good as she is. I would just enjoy
seeing you naked a bit more and like to see you squirm a bit. You're so
rich, you're going to get everything you want in life, and guys with jobs
like me need to feel we aren't always at the bottom of the heap." Mark
explained. "Nobody's going to be here for the next hour, so why don't you
give me your clothes while you finish cleaning up here."
Well it was true, I never saw anyone here before almost nine. Five guys saw
me naked and I survived, so it can't hurt if I go along with him. I
dropped my cutoffs and peeled off my bikini bottom. Then I handed him my
top. At least I knew I could get my other clothes now that I was using a
combo-lock. I went back to work as Mark sat and watched me. I felt really
naughty but it was kind of a thrill. From the way Mark's eyes were locked
on me each time I turned around, I could really tell that I was an
attractive woman, and that Mark would almost risk jail to screw me. This
went hard against all that my parents had taught me. They didn't even know
I owned a bikini, let alone two. I finally learned their conservative
tastes and I would suggest things they would approve of. Now they pretty
much would trust me to be their model Christian girl. My nipples were soon
erect to the morning breezes and I made short work of cleaning the rest of
the pool. Mark tossed me my clothes and went in to prepare for his day.
All afternoon at the snack shop I couldn't help but think of how I felt
earlier that morning.
The next morning I wondered what it would be like to be nude without Mark
making me. I left all of my things in the changing room and just strutted
out in my birthday suit. I still felt naughty, but this time I felt even
more free. I was finished my tasks and headed back to change about eight.
I didn't want to push things too far. Just before I entered the girl's
room, Mark came through the gate and into the hallway to see me in the buff.
I giggled and he smiled and shook his head. "You've become a regular
nudist Sandy." He managed.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far, but it was fun to experiment a bit." I
admitted.
"I thought I was going to push you a bit today, but you really surprised me.
Here, I want you to wear this today while you work the snack bar." He
said handing me a bag. I reached in and pulled out a black thong bikini. "I
didn't think you should keep such a lovely ass to yourself."
"I.. I can't Mark. This will show me off to everyone. This is almost worse
than being nude." I replied.
"Nonsense. You see girls your age wear these here all of the time. Sure
some guys will appreciate you a bit more, but nobody will think there is
anything wrong with it." He countered.
I tried it on right there in the hallway. God, it felt like someone had a
hand in my crack. I put on the top that left my young B cups hanging out of
the sides a bit. I felt so cheap and lewd. "This, this feels too awful. I
can't work like this."
"Give it a try. Remember you have to play along. If you are going too
crazy when I come and check on you, I'll let you go change. Deal." Mark
said. I nodded and went to setup the snack shop.
Most people didn't come to the pool until ten or eleven, so I only had to
get a few ladies some Coke. The snack bar had the Coke fountain between the
two serving windows. Chips were clipped on wires on the far wall, and we
had our frozen treats in three-foot tall open top freezers that lined the
lower half of the far wall. Mark had all the treats in the wrong place.
He claimed he had to inventory everything to make our weekly order that
should come in later today. At about eleven thirty, two thirteen-year-old
boys came to order. One asked for a Coke, and the other wanted a
pop-sickle. I had my back to them as I bent over to reach around the
freezer trying to find where they were. I heard one of them say, "Check out
her ass." in a loud whisper. I found the stupid pop-sickle in the third bin
and gave it to him. I just knew those two would be drooling over me the
rest of the day.
The rest of that afternoon was a nightmare. Every young boy in the place
had to have visited the snack bar three times. Since we were low on frozen
treats, I constantly was bent over looking through those stupid freezers.
Often times, the boys would order something that we were out of I and had to
make two or three trips until I got something they liked. Some of the boys
I recognized from my high school. Two different fifteen-year-olds even
tried to pick me up. I felt so used and angry. Mark never even came by to
give me a chance to go change. The later shift came in and Don couldn't
believe we did almost two-fifty in sales that afternoon. He said the record
was about one-ninety. He looked me over then and said he was surprised I
didn't get three-hundred. I finished up and went home.
Mark didn't make me pull more stunts like that for a while, and I only did
the morning cleaning nude two more times in the next ten days. During the
next staff meeting, we were told that the pool was booked the following
Friday, and that they needed all the party crew to be there.
Chapter 3
The first party I worked was a retirement party for some lawyer. It was a
formal affair, so the guys wore a suit like waiter's costume and I was given
a black skirt that came about half-way to my knees and a white `shirt' that
left my arms and back uncovered. The only thing to fasten on the shirt was
a small button on the collar behind my neck. It was rather a boring party
with some lousy speeches. I basically stood in the corner the whole time
and kept pouring water and coffee whenever it got low. I started out really
nervous about spilling but got more confident as the evening wore on.
The guy was probably pretty popular, as he had about sixty guests. I got
quite a few stares from the old geezers and felt rather under-dressed being
bra-less with my legs and back for all to see. After the second toast, I
went to fill the guest of honor's glass. I almost spilled it as another
waiter bumped into my behind while passing by. I moved to fill the next
glass when it suddenly got covered by a white napkin. I spilled some of the
champagne on the napkin, when my breasts started to feel chilly. I looked
down and screamed as I realized that it wasn't a napkin, it was my shirt. I
was standing there in front of the main table totally topless. I quickly
emptied my hands, cupped my breasts and ran into the changing room. Everyone
laughed hysterically. I'm surprised the old guy didn't have a heart attack.
I cleaned up, and Mark called me to come out and finish serving. I
reluctantly did, but felt very embarrassed as everyone watched me closely
the rest of the evening. I avoided any other accidents and the party
thinned out.
I was bussing dishes when Mark asked me to go into the office. He said the
guest of honor wanted to make sure I was O.K. I was mostly over it by then,
but I quickly followed Mark wanting to get finished up and go home as soon
as possible. Once in the office, "That was some show you put on for me,
Sandy." the old lawyer said. "Mark promised me a nice surprise when I
agreed to book the pool, but I didn't expect it from someone as beautiful as
you."
"Uh Uh Thank you," I said, my insides fuming at Mark.
Then Mark chimed in. "I told him you would be happy to take a Polaroid with
him that he could remember the evening by. You need to take off your top
and sit on his lap." He stared me down hard enough, that I couldn't refuse.
I took off my top and the old man made room for me on his lap. FLASH.
The old man grabbed my boobs. FLASH. I jumped off his lap and headed for my
shirt.
"Could we get one without the skirt?" the old man asked holding out a fifty
dollar bill.
"Sure thing." Mark replied taking the money. I reluctantly peeled off the
skirt and sat on the dirty old man's lap in my little girl white panties.
FLASH. I could now feel a lump on my seat.
"How bout a couple without the panties." The man asked pulling his billfold
out of his coat pocket. Mark nodded and I stood to remove my last bit of
clothes. After resuming my perch, he fondled me a bit and Mark took four
more pictures.
I hopped off and said, "That is it, mister" and grabbed my shirt from the
chair and started dressing. The old man grabbed my panties off of the floor
and said he wanted to keep them. I put on my skirt and Mark gave me two
fifties as my half of the take. "Bye." I said as I quickly scurried out of
the room. Boy that made me feel dirty. Some creepy old man getting his
jollies from me. And that accident. It was on purpose.
Saturday morning, Mark caught me at eight. I was fully clothed in a black
one-piece. Mark said that last night was just to remind me who was boss,
and that little miss rich girl should be thankful that he had been going
easy. I laughed and said if he thought that was easy, than he was a
lunatic. Then he shocked me: "OK then, here are the new rules. Any time
you're here when the public isn't you're either to be nude or wear the black
thong outfit. Second, you will get rid of all tan lines. Any of us who saw
you that Monday can do a tan-line check at any time. If you show any tan
lines, you'll have to do Monday maintenance in the buff, to help you even
out. Strip for your first check right now."
Oh no, I've pissed him off. I pulled off my suit. It was now eight-ten and
the latest I've ever been nude. I had at least twenty minutes of work to
do. He took my suit and told me to turn around slowly. He then made me
touch my toes and told me I failed. This Monday I was to work nude. He
walked away with my suit and I rushed to finish all of my work. I finished
at 8:36 and was met by Paul on my way back in. I didn't slow down or make
eye contact, I just headed for the changing room. He slapped my ass on the
way by and then followed me in. "Get out." I said.
"Why should I? You've definitely gone nudist." He backed me into a corner
and grabbed my hands as I pushed him away. He held them over my head and
moved to kiss me. I turned my head away, and he used his strong hands to
put my arms together so he could hold them with only his left hand. He
pinched by boob and his had then grabbed my ass. He started to reach for my
pussy, when I mustered all the strength I had and kneed him in the balls.
He rolled on the floor, and I went to change. It was still before nine, so
I decided not to test Mark and put on the thong. I worked the refreshment
stand like that until about ten and changed into my street clothes for the
rest of the day. Sunday I wore the thong for the morning clean and had the
rest of the day off.
Chapter 4
I arrived to work Monday with a feeling of Dread. I had to work most of
the day totally nude. I didn't know what to expect. There would be five or
six guys that saw me briefly during their rookie prank, but this would be
another matter. All Mark would allow me to say is I wanted to work on my
tan lines.
I was first as usual at seven, and quickly stripped and started my routine
cleaning. It was rather quiet because nobody showed up before nine. All of
the quite just added to the dread I felt of facing the guys.
"Holy shit!" shouted David. I rarely saw David and he was the first to
arrive at nine-O-one. "Wow, Sandy, you're totally nude."
"No shit," I said playing it cool. "I wanted to work on my tan lines when
the public wasn't around."
"Well I'm not complaining. But to be honest, you aren't going to get much
sun until at least ten." David ventured. After letting him look me up and
down for a couple of minutes, I mentioned something about getting to work
and started scrubbing the deck chairs.
Everybody had to arrive by ten for the run down with Mark, so most people
showed up just before then. I could see them gather under the shelter and I
didn't think they could see me that well at the far end of the pool. I
could tell from the wall clock that it was ten, so I walked toward the
shelter, trying to keep it all together. I could see David pointing my way
and everyone watched silently as I approached. "Sandy asked me Saturday if
anyone would mind her working on her tan on Mondays," Mark volunteered.
"She also asked if she we as a staff could help her tell when her tan lines
aren't noticeable anymore."
Since everyone was still in shock, Mark just continued handing out
assignments. He made me polish all of the stainless steel. That meant, I'd
have to spend most of the day on the diving boards and ladders. I knew
Mark gave me that job to rub it in so to speak. Even with our high fences,
Several nearby houses and half of the parking lot could see me when I was up
on the diving board. I figured I would start there to get it over with. I
hated that polishing because it took so long. I built up a sweat in no time
and worked as quickly as I could. I heard someone yell, "Look at her." Just
as I was finishing. Damn, it was two guys I knew. I scrambled down.
It had taken me about an hour to get the high dive done when David came
over. "Sandy, I hate to tell you this, but I think you're getting a
sunburn. You had better put on your suit before you get fried. I told Mark
and he didn't think you would want to for some reason, so I brought over
some sun block."
"Mark was right David. I really appreciate your thoughtfulness." I replied.
David continued, "I guess you're pretty serious about getting an even tan.
I know it is really hard to keep things even when using sun block. If you
want, I'm willing to help you put it on so you don't get any weird lines."
He stated it in a way that sounded like he was making a big sacrifice to
help. I though since I went this far, why not?
"O.K." I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and held up my hands. David
started with my breasts. He properly spread the lotion over his hands first
then worked on my breasts. It felt much nicer than the few rude grabs
people have made earlier in the summer. My nipples stiffened as he finished
and he moved next to my ass. That also felt nice until he slid some fingers
down my crack. He proceeded to do my front and had no difficulty rubbing
the lotion into my neat shortly trimmed bush. He stopped just at my clit.
I opened my eyes and thanked him for his help. When I turned to start on
the low dive, I spotted Mark with his camera and this time a video camera
too. I went to work on the low dive. And then did the individual ladders.
As I went to lunch, I realized that Fred was walking around naked too. I
guess he took Mark's comments this morning to be an invitation for anyone to
work nude. He sad down on one of the picnic tables with his back leaning on
the table. I had never seen a penis before, and there is Fred, five feet
away. "Sandy," Fred said. "It isn't polite to stare that much." I blushed
and nodded sure and tried to go back to my sandwich. By the time we got to
knock off at two, I had almost become comfortable being naked in front of
the guys. In the mirror I could tell that my ass and tits were a little
red, but figured it wouldn't hurt much and I'd be tan all over before I knew
it.
The rest of that week, I came in on my off days and wore the thong to get
about an hour's worth of sun. The tan lines were definitely beginning to
fade. Only Paul and Mark asked to give their opinion and I failed again.
The next Monday, I was fairly comfortable working nude, and Fred continued
to work nude also. It was later that morning I realized, "He had no tan
lines!" During our lunch brake, I asked him if he went to a tanning spa or
something and nodded to his lower section. He explained that He worked at a
nude resort in Florida and move back here hoping to find a better job closer
to family. I had a hard time believing that he could just go nude in front
of total strangers all day long. He made it sound kind of boring. He did
compliment me by saying it would have been a lot HARDER for him if girls
like me hung around the resort all day. I got the joke and blushed
profusely.
Just as we were leaving the shelter after lunch, we quite literally bumped
into the manager. I had only seen him few times this summer. The only
thing I ever saw him do here was to come in the evening and look over the
books in the office. "What the hell?" He gasped. "Where are your
clothes?"
"Well, uh Mark said we could go nude when the public wasn't around. Uh, we,
uh wanted to get rid of our tan lines." I stammered.
He took a step back and looked me over. "Well, I don't see any tan lines.
I guess you've been up to this for quite a while. Go get dressed, our board
of directors is going to be here in a few minutes for their annual
inspection." I did what he said and went to the changing room. Since I
didn't expect to wear anything today, I only had the thong in my bag. I put
that on and rushed to finish our weekly cleaning.
About twenty minutes later, all of us were called over to the shelter to
meet the directors. We were introduced to the directors which were made up
of three men in their forties, a lady in her sixties and a younger woman in
her late thirties. Mark then said, "The club has been having some
difficulties, so the board came over looking for ideas for us to save money.
The budget fell apart for this year when they had to replace all the roofs
which had rotten out. Membership fees for the year had been set before that
was discovered, and membership hasn't grown in the last six years. The only
thing they have come up with so far is to reduce staff and ask for volunteer
lifeguards. I hope we can brainstorm some better ideas?"
There was a little murmuring at the news. A few ideas were put forth like
booking more parties, selling club T-shirts, and going door-to-door to add
new members. The pool manager, explained that these would help, but that we
were looking at a twenty thousand dollar shortfall. Everyone agreed that
these ideas couldn't make that much of a dent. Then Fred spoke up, "I think
I have a solution. Since the membership agreement allows for us to close
the pool all day Monday and Friday's after six, we could open the pool
during those periods for clothing optional people."
That suggestion drew some gasps from the board. The manager then mentioned
how he found Fred and I when he first arrived. All of them seemed against
the idea until Mark spoke up. "If we could add only sixty members, then we
could make up the money we need. I propose that if Fred and others can get
at least thirty new people to join in advance, we should go for it. Who
knows, if this works out, we may be able to even give our people raises to
match the going rates at other pools. How is that for a compromise?"
We all sat in either dread or anticipation as the board members discussed
the details. They determined that they didn't want to advertise or offend
current members. They determined to start a new club that would rent the
pool during those times and charge a $200 joining fee. They said if we sold
a hundred club memberships, they would match the pay at our competitors.
Steve, one of our lifeguards, then said, "You guys might go for this kind of
stuff, but I'm not going to get naked here no matter how much you pay me."
Another couple readily agreed.
Then Mark said, "O.K. We're going to have a vote. Whoever is willing to
work clothing optional times drop your trunks and stand over here."
Everyone looked at him rather strangely. "Look, if we can't strip now,
we're not going to be able to run this place in the buff. I'm being
serious." With that Mark dropped his trunks, and Fred soon stood beside him
sans clothing. Before I knew it I was standing next to them. Paul and
David joined us and soon we had a slim majority. "Then it's settled."
Stated Mark. Then the manager said he'd draw up the new club agreement and
get membership cards made. Fred offered to pass the word around to people
he knew. While they were all finishing the details, I just kept looking
back and forth between Mark and David's penis. I think I now felt more
embarrassed seeing the guys naked than being naked myself. When I finally
looked up, I realized that most of the board kept eyeing me while they
worked out the remaining details. We went and finished our work as we were.
Chapter 5
By Thursday, we had sold nearly forty of the new memberships. Fred seemed
to have many connections. Friday afternoon, everybody seemed very nervous
about that evening. We cleared out the pool at six and planned to re-open
for our new members at six thirty. Mark decided that he would be bouncer,
so he kept his clothes on while the other five of us had to strip. I
almost never worked evenings, and as soon as we took off our clothes, the
mosquitoes began their attack. After about ten minutes of the five of us
slapping them all over our bodies, David went in for the bug spray. We all
stood in line as he sprayed us up and down. SMACK. "Ow." I said. Somebody
gave my fanny a slap and I turned to see Paul who said, "I got a big one."
Yeah right. Since Mark added a keg and some wine to the snack shop for
tonight, I had to act as a waitress, since only people over 18 could pour
beer.
The first to arrive were two couples that must have been in their late
forties. The men had definite beer bellies, but the women didn't look that
bad except for some extra flab on their butts. They settled at one of the
poolside tables and I went up to see if they wanted something to drink.
"Why Stan, you just got to get a look at this girl. Turn around honey."
The shorter lady said. I felt rather offended that they expected a show, so
I just repeated my offer to get them some drinks. They ordered four beers,
so I walked away to fill their order. "You're right Brend, I'd go to jail
for a piece of that ass." I heard one of the men saying. I always thought
that nudists weren't supposed to notice people like that. Maybe these
people were new. After brining their beers, I had to walk back for change,
since I wasn't to wear the money apron since I would cover me up too much.
I guess they got a full look at me after all.
After I finished giving them their change, I looked around to see that about
fifteen other people arrived. Most were pairs of couples like the ones I
served, but I froze when I saw my neighbor's son Billy with two other boys
from my class. Billy spotted me and walked straight for me. "Heya Sandy,
looking good." He called as I approached. Billy acted really cool, but his
two friends looked rather uncomfortable and their penises looked funny to
me. They were sticking out farther from their bodies than penises I saw
before. Billy continued, "You remember Mick and Stevie? Right Sandy." I
nodded. "This is really cool, don' t you think. I even heard that you had
a big part in starting the whole thing." I said something about not
believing all you hear. Mick tried to stand behind Billy to hide himself
and Stevie went to stand near my side to get out of my line of sight as
well. Billy continued, "I can remember playing in your basement when you we
were ten when we almost got you to pull down your panties. I've waited a
long time, but I'm sure you look much better now." I said, I needed to get
back to work and started to back away. "OOH!" Steve was standing behind me
and I backed into his penis. It poked me almost in my ass. I scurried away
while the guys were laughing.
I continued my job as waitress. The three boys all stayed in the pool and
watched my every move. I suppose I'm what most teenage boys would fantasize
about, and I'm sure I'd be in their heads for a long time to come. At one
table, there was only one lady. The three she was with had all gone for a
dip. She asked me If I'd go home with her and her husband. She said, that
they could both teach me a lot about sex and would make it worth my while.
I said, "No way." And I avoided them for the rest of the night. Mark had
David put a disco ball and strobe lights under the shelter and at about
eight, they started playing dance music. Two tables of couples soon went
over and began to dance. After I was finished another round at tables, I
went over to rest at the bar where David was serving.
I was planning to take a break, when Billy tapped me on the shoulder.
"Wanna dance," He offered. I tried to blow him off gently, "I would but I
can't I'm working." I replied. David overheard and said, "Sandy, you're
overdue for a break. You have at least fifteen minutes coming to you. Have
some fun." Billy then grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance area. I
wasn't a very good dancer, I admit. The older folks were doing quite a job.
I moved my head and hips back and forth and snapped my fingers to the
beat. Billy kept drawing nearer, but every time he did, I would move back.
My clumsiness made me back into several of the men, and when I turned to
apologize to one, I ran my boob right into a lady's hand. I felt liked I
was being attacked, but it was all my fault.
The third song was the first slow one. Billy moved up and pulled me close
to him before I knew it. He had his hands at the top of my butt and had
pulled me close enough, my tits were brushing his chest and I could feel his
dick with my pussy hair. I was extremely uncomfortable, but I didn't want
to make a scene with everyone dancing so close around us. Toward the end of
the song, he slid his hands down and pulled my ass cheeks apart then tried
to kiss me. I pushed away and said I had to get back to work now. As I
glanced back, I could see his penis was now sticking out funny too. Most
people left around nine-fifteen. Billy and his friends stayed in the pool
almost until closing time at ten. Mark came in with his shorts still on
just a little before closing. He said everyone thought it was a great time
and would tell their friends about our new club. I asked him why he let the
three teenage boys in, and he said that there were no age restrictions ever
discussed.
Billy and Steve were standing by my car when I left. I knew Mark and David
would be out soon, so I didn't worry or anything. As I approached, Billy
was leaning against my door and asked, "Sandy, do your parents know what you
are doing here?" I didn't respond. "If I remember right, they were the
ones that led that drive to get Playboy banned from the 7-11s around town.
I'm sure they would have a cow if they saw their only daughter parading nude
in front of fifty people. I'm going to have a lot of fun telling them." I
saw where this was going. "Maybe you would give us some reason that I
shouldn't."
"OK, what do you want, you weasel?" I replied.
"Well, what are you offering?" He toyed with me. I just put my hands on my
hips and stared. "Well, I suppose I could think of something." He said.
"First, why don't you get back into `uniform' and drive us to Steve's
house." He commanded with a scheming look on his face. I didn't know what
to think. Before, I was always behind the protective walls of the club. He
wanted me to strip out in the parking lot. Mark or David could come out any
minute and see me. I figured it would be less risky facing my parents than
going along with him, so I said forget it.
As Billy remained blocking my door, Steve held up a small camera. "I think
your dad will especially like the pictures of you slow dancing with Billy."
With the strobe lights going, he could have even used the flash without
people noticing. I remembered the time Billy spread my ass cheeks. I
couldn't let my dad see me like that. He would freak, not to mention I had
been very shy about my body, and I don't think my dad has seen me nude since
I was four.
"Guys, I get your point. I'll go along with you to a point, but when I say
that's enough, you will promise to give me your film and never to tell my
folks." I bargained.
Billy replied, "I think we'll say when you've had enough, but I promise that
I won't let things get out of hand." I knew Billy most of my life. I even
went to a dance my freshmen year with him. I did think he was cute and
didn't think he would take things too far, so I agreed. He grabbed my bag
and I kicked off my sandals. I quickly looked around, then unsnapped my
skirt. I then took off my shirt. Then, standing in a parking lot wearing
only underwear became more scary to me than being nude just a little while
earlier. I figured inside I was safe, but out here I could get arrested.
Billy said, "Take your time, Sandy." And I realized that the longer it took,
the more likely David or Mark would come out and see me like this. I
unbuttoned my bra from the front and handed it to Billy. I then peeled off
my panties, which Billy then tossed to Steve. It took a minute for Billy to
fish the keys out of my bag and I crouched behind my car a bit to keep from
being seen. Billy took the driver's seat and motioned me to get in on the
other side. When I got to the other side, Steve had already climbed in and
had the door locked. Billy started my car and drove about fifteen feet that
scared me to death. I caught up and he drove another fifteen feet. After
the third time he unlocked the door, and I climbed into the front passenger
seat.
Steve took my T-shirt and used it to blindfold me. It took him three
attempts to get it so that would stay tight. Billy instructed me to leave
it on. About five minutes later, I guess we arrived at Steve's. After all,
that is where Billy said I would have to take him. Billy climbed out
leaving me in the car with Steve. Steve said he's making sure his folks
haven't come back. While sitting there, Steve reached from behind the seat
and grabbed my breasts. I figured I would choose my battles and didn't
object. Steve then said Billy was waving us in and for me to get out. I
asked if the way was clear and Steve assured me that it was. I climbed out
and got scared again. I thought for a moment that I could be anywhere, even
in the middle of a busy place, but no it sounded really quiet like a
neighborhood. Steve put a hand on each shoulder and marched me forward. He
called out step a couple of times and I heard a storm door open and Billy
guided me inside.
Once inside I began to relax a little. I had never been to Steve's but
seemed to remember that he lived only a couple of streets away. After
taking me a little ways into a room, Billy told me to stand still. I heard
Steve sit down on the floor and lean against a wall. Billy then asked me to
put my hands on my head, then touch my toes, and instructed me to do several
other poses. He then said, "I want you to play with you nipples and tell us
how much you loved my dick against your pussy." Well, he definitely turned
it up a notch. This was almost too much, but I pinched my nipples to make
them hard and said how aroused I got when I felt his dick near my pussy. I
then heard a girl's giggle right in front of me. Shocked I reached up and
tore off my blindfold. I saw that it was Tina Johnston who giggled. I was
in a large living room with four girls that were a class ahead of me and
eight guys of various ages. I ran out of the room and quickly found and
locked myself into a bathroom. The house erupted in laughter. I was so
humiliated. I wanted to die. I could never go back to school. My life was
ruined. I wrapped myself in a towel and just curled up in the tub sobbing.
I ignored all the banging on the door and whatever people were saying to me.
A long while later, the door came open and Tom Silver came in. I had a
huge crush on him before school let out, but I didn't think he knew I
existed. Now he had witnessed my humiliation and who knows what sick stuff
they would want me to do next. Tom said, "We're really sorry Sandy.
Billy's friend Mick didn't tell us what their surprise was, and I didn't
know it was you until you peeled the T-shirt off of your face. I had my
buddies from the wrestling team grab them, and I want you to come out and
watch us get them back for you." I said something about wanting to die, but
he just put his arm around me and held me for a while as I calmed down.
Tom told me that my clothes were here and that he would leave while I put
them on. It felt so good in his arms that I told him not to leave. He kept
his arm around me as I stood up and I climbed out of the tub. I then put
my arms around Tom again and squeezed really tight. The towel I had on fell
down, but I didn't care. He patted my back gently and I finally found some
peace. He grabbed my panties and kneeled to help me put them on. I just
kept still, so he grabbed my bra and after a minute or so figured how to put
it on me. He seemed confused because it was a front snap bra. He then put
on my skirt and then put my T-shirt over my head and then put my arms
through. He then gave me another reassuring hug and told me that everything
would be O.K.
When he led me into the living room, I could hardly believe the sight. I
got choked up between laughing and crying. Tom and his friends had stripped
Billy and his buddies and had their hands bound with duct tape and their
mouths covered as well. The one girl I didn't know in the room was
squeezing Steve's dick and I saw that all three of their penises were much
larger than I saw earlier. I had no idea that they got that large.
Whenever I imagined having sex, I thought it would be more the size of a
hairbrush handle. I could hardly believe something like that would fit
inside me. I then watched as they posed each guy like they were screwing
each and took some Polaroids. They then held each guy down as the girls
shaved off all of their pubic hair. Tom warned these guys if they ever
messed with me again, that worse would happen to them and that everyone in
school would see their homo pictures. They then let the three get dressed
and let them leave in Mick's car.
Tom said he though there was nothing wrong with being nude at the swim club
and that I had nothing to be ashamed about. I told him how happy I was he
saved me and told him I was dying for him to notice me all spring. Tom said
he had liked me since he transferred to our school, and though I was so
beautiful that he would never have a chance with me. I clung to him for
another hour or so. I started to feel really good again. It was getting
late and Tom offered to drive me home. I wanted to say yes but didn't want
to explain to my parents about the car. Besides, it was only a few blocks
away. Tom said all right, but asked me to go to the movies with him
tomorrow night. I enthusiastically agreed and gave him a long kiss good
night.
It turns out the house I was taken to was Tom's, whose folks were out of
town for a week. After the movie, I went back with him and we made love.
It was obvious to him that I was inexperienced. Tom's penis was even larger
than the other guys' and he promised me it would only hurt for a moment. He
was very tender and caring. After he was only part way in, I felt an
extremely sharp pain as he tore my hymen. My mom had told me how terrible
sex was and how I must really love a man to go through with it all the time.
When I was with Tom I was all nerves. I didn't really know how I should
feel, so I didn't enjoy it all that much.
Chapter 6
The next Monday, our new club had about seventy people visit throughout the
day. Unfortunately, I still had to do most of the weekly cleaning, I just
had to do it with dozens of people watching me. It was a lot more work for
me because the lifeguards had to do their job. Half the day I spent bent
over doing some task or another. We still had some rude people and I had to
slap one or two hands off my ass and breasts. It did look like the nude
Mondays and Friday nights would help us make up the slack in our budget, so
the rest of the staff seemed really happy. By now there was no trace of tan
lines on me anywhere.
At about two thirty I was almost done when I heard a commotion near the
entrance. I looked up to see an older man who was wearing office clothes
and a tie. He seemed to look my direction and headed very quickly toward
me. "Oh my God. Dad." His eyes were wide open and I could see his veins
in his neck and forehead. His face was bright red with anger. I had never
seen him this mad and was afraid he might hit me. I cringed not knowing
what to expect. He just grabbed my arm and pulled me after him. Mark tried
to stop him at the entrance, but dad just pushed him out of the way. He
pulled me into the parking lot, stark naked and headed for his Volvo, which
was several rows away. My feet burned on the hot pavement. There were
several people in the park next to us that saw me. One couple was standing
at a car we passed that couldn't believe their eyes. Dad opened up the
passenger door and threw me inside. He then went around and climbed in his
side and began his tirade into me. He screamed at me, called me a Jezebel,
a whore. He told me that I had been taught better and had no excuse. He
must have screamed at me for fifteen minutes straight. He then told me to
keep my mouth shut and pulled out of the parking lot.
He parked in our driveway and came around to pull me out. As he pulled me
around the back of the car, I could see our neighbor, Mrs. Jones look up as
she was watering her flowers. Dad opened the door to the house and ushered
me in. He began to lecture me some more as I stood in our living room. I
felt so ashamed. I stood covering my pussy and boobs. My father had never
seen me naked and I so much wanted to run to my room. As he lectured I
could see his eyes take in my nude body as he circled me. He then told me
not to move and await a spanking that I would never ever forget. Now my
parents believed in corporal punishment, but I haven't been spanked since
first grade. The longer I stood there waiting, the more I dreaded what was
about to happen.
He came back with a thick belt in his hand. He told me to lean over the
armrest of our love seat. He proceeded to spank me. Soon I was racked in
tears and my poor behind was throbbing. After what must have been about
thirty or forty whacks, he sat down in his lazy boy until I grew tired of
crying. He then lashed out at me again verbally. He spoke in a calmer tone
and stressed how betrayed he felt and how mom and I trusted him. He
couldn't believe my behavior. He then listed off several questions. Have I
done drugs? Have I had alcohol? Have I shoplifted? I readily denied all
of them. When he asked me if I was a virgin, I hesitated. I had never lied
to my parents, but I couldn't let my dad know I lost my virginity a few days
earlier. After the hesitation, I told him of course I was still a virgin.
He saw right through the lie and looked extremely disappointed. I was
still lying over the padded armrest and he approached me. What was he
doing. "Oh my god!" I felt fingers enter my pussy and he felt deep inside.
I screamed. He stepped back and said. "And now you've added lying to
your sins. You are no virgin. How many guys have you slept with?" He
demanded. I held up one finger and resumed my sobbing. Not only has my dad
lost all faith in me. He saw me naked and had his hand in my pussy. I so
wanted to die. The thought was so detestable to me.
Dad went outside for a moment and came back with his medical bag. Both he
and my mom were doctors. "Sandy, as the daughter of a doctor, you should
have known that having sex at your age is very risky. I can't have you ruin
my reputation with all the doctors in town. I would never hear the end of
it that the anti-porn doctor's daughter is sexually active. You need to be
checked out and I'm going to have to do it so that word doesn't get out." I
was terrified. I had only had one pelvic exam in my life about a year ago.
I really liked my woman doctor, but still felt like I had been raped. Now
my dad wanted to examine me. I pleaded with him no, but he said that it had
to be done. I knew he was right. Tom had taken my cherry without a condom,
though I knew it was the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant.
Tom had moved from somewhere in California and I knew nothing about his
sexual history.
He asked me to lie down on the kitchen table. He then took my feet and
placed them flat against the table near my but which exposed my pussy
completely. He put on some gloves and lubricated them and then began to
examine the out side of my pussy. He said he didn't see anything on the
surface after stretching out all of the individual folds. With a small
flashlight in his mouth he then stretched my lips open wide and looked
inside. His fingers were much larger than my doctor's had been. I was
extremely uncomfortable as he poked around a bit. Some of my pussy muscled
reacted and twitched. I felt like vomiting because what he was doing
partially felt good. He then unwrapped a long wooden swab that he inserted
and scraped around the deep inside me. He placed the swab into a plastic
wrapper. He then drew some blood and gave me a beaker to fill with urine.
After I filled it, he told me to go get cleaned up. That I was grounded and
was not to leave the house, watch TV, talk on the phone, or answer the door.
I was to stay in my room until he let me out. He said he'd just be able
to slip this into the last batch of lab work for today if he hurried.
Several hours later, he came back. I had put on my pajamas that made me
feel like a little girl after how I had been naked so much. He called me
out and had me sit down. "Sandra, it breaks my hear that you had sex before
marriage. It hurts me even more to tell you that you've contracted a new
STD." Oh no! It wasn't fair. I only had sex once. I was no slut. I
didn't deserve this. He continued, "There is nothing we can do for you
here, and I don't want the doctors in this community to know anyway for
obvious reasons. The university two hours away has one of the nation's top
labs on sex and STD's, so I'm going to take you there. Hopefully they know
of a treatment. From what I read about this new one it is particularly
nasty, especially without prompt treatment. You are very fortunate I found
out, because in another month or two, you'd probably be sterile." I started
to cry again. How could I have been so stupid.
Since it was only about four thirty, he called the university and said we
could go right away. I put on some jeans and a T-shirt. Neither of us
spoke in the car during the entire two-hour drive. We went into the lobby
and my dad asked to page a Dr. McNeil. Ten minutes later the doctor met us
and asked if I was the patient with the new STD? The lobby had several
people that overheard. An old lady scowled at me and shook her head. My
father said yes and we were taken down a quiet hallway and into his office.
My father explained that he wanted the best care for me. Dr. McNeil said
that there was an experimental treatment that had worked in twelve trial
patients in California, but that the FDA wouldn't allow it to be used until
a three-month review was completed. By then I would probably be sterile.
My dad must have loved me because he broke out in tears and pleaded for the
doctor to help his only daughter.
Dr. McNeil said that he would be breaking the law and would have to lie to
his friend in California to even get the new drug treatment. He also
started to explain that he had several projects that were about to fail and
that his funding would run out if he didn't get subjects willing to help him
complete them. He proposed that he would put his career on the line for me
if I agreed to stay here for a few days to be a subject for those projects.
We were obviously desperate, so my father and I agreed and readily signed
over a dozen forms and releases. It was about nine o'clock when my dad
left. He promised to pick me up Thursday night three full days from now.
Dr. McNeil took me a long way to another wing of the hospital. He gave me a
room in the educational and research area. He told me to put on the
hospital gown and get a good nights sleep that tomorrow he would have a busy
day for us. I didn't sleep very well at all. The hall I was on seemed
deserted.
Chapter 7
The next morning, Dr. McNeil asked me to get dressed and led me to a room
that looked like a television studio. There was a stool against a backdrop
and several cameras. Dr. McNeil said he wanted me to record a public
service message that might be put into one of his teaching videos. I read
through the cue cards and quickly refused. Dr. McNeil explained that he
needed me to cooperate or he wouldn't break the law to help me. I had to
read the message about fifteen times until they got the take I wanted. It
went something like this:
"Hey guys, I know that there is a lot of pressure to have sex, but you
should know the risks you are taking if you do. Besides emotional issues
and pregnancy, STD's are much more common. You don't have to sleep around a
lot to get them. I only slept with one guy, and now I'll have to live with
and STD the rest of my life. He was a clean-cut guy, the kind of guy you
figured was safe. No one is really safe. So please, don't make the mistake
I did. Wait to have sex. You'll be happy you did."
"Next," Dr. McNeil said, "We are going to video you going to the doctor and
getting your STD checkup." We went outside and took some shots of me riding
in a car. Then they shot me talking with the admission clerk and giving my
sexual history. They asked if I had used drugs, been a prostitute, or
engaged in high-risk sex. I admitted to having sex without a condom. They
asked me how many partners I had had and if I engaged in anal sex and a
variety of other gross things. They then followed me into the exam room and
went behind the curtain with me as I put on the paper-thin examination gown.
I left on my socks and sat on the table. Dr. McNeil played the doctor and
proceeded to do a full examination. After doing the normal temperature,
blood pressure, breathing and head checks, he pulled down my gown and had me
lie back for a breast exam. He talked the whole time explaining what he was
doing and how important regular checkups were. He pulled the gown
completely off of me and had me scoot my bottom to the end of the table as
he pulled out the stirrups. After placing my feet in the stirrups, he
spread them out as far as they would go so the camera would be able to get
an unobstructed view. He pulled on my lips to show where he looked for
various signs of STDs that girls should look out for. With all of the
handling, I could feel my lips beginning to swell. He used a plastic device
to spread open my pussy and then looked in with his hand held
magnifier/light. I then sat exposed for about fifteen minutes as they moved
the camera about three inches from my vagina and worked to get the light and
magnification right. After taking some swabs like my dad had done, he then
explained that this was all that normally went on in an examination.
He continued to say that people engaging in anal sex had other things to
look for. He had me get off of the table and then stand on a little
footstool and lean over the table on my belly. He then explained how anal
sex usually created more bleeding and exchange of fluids. He then smeared
some lubricant into my anus and told me to relax as he worked his two index
fingers into my small hole. He spread them open and proceeded to explain
what he was looking for as he probed around. It took some time as they
attached a periscope like device to the cameras so they can get an up-close
shot with the doctor sitting in his position with his fingers up my ass. I
was then given a tissue to clean up with and allowed to dress. The doctor
then gave me a lecture about the risks of my sexual behavior and laid on the
guilt very thick. After a short break we filmed a "follow up visit" where
back in my street clothes, he told me I had an STD. They wanted me to cry,
but at this point I was beyond emotion. It was nearly five o'clock when we
were finished.
When it was all done, Dr. McNeil said that he had good news and that my
medicine would get here late tomorrow. I thanked him for sticking his neck
out and said I hoped his medical students learned a lot from the video we
made. Dr. McNeil looked surprised and said that the video wasn't for his
medical students. It was for a four-state program to high school and junior
high students. He explained it was part of a "Scared Straight" type program
that was to be shown in all health and gym classes from grades seven through
tenth. All of the blood drained from my face as I froze in shock. He then
said the commercial I shot first thing this morning would run during popular
teen TV shows about when school started. God! Now thousands of people will
see me naked and put through a humiliating exam. Worse yet, everyone will
know I have an STD and I'll never get another date the rest of my life. The
doctor tried to comfort me and explained how much good it would do and keep
other girls and boys from facing what I was. It didn't help. I sank into a
depression not really caring what happened next.
The next day I was taken back to the room that looked like a studio. Now
there were several strange machines and a twin bed. Dr. McNeil introduced
me to the film team and explained that he was planning to capture on film
some of his research on arousal and orgasms. He had me strip and lie down
on the twin bed. Above it was mounted an infrared camera. I could see
myself in different colors on a large monitor to the side. After a minute
or two of "before" shots, I was instructed to masturbate and get myself
worked up. They said it would be better if I did it myself, but several of
his graduate assistants would help me if I needed it. I didn't think it
could get worse but it just did. I took their advice and closed my eyes and
recalled my encounter with Tim. I played with my tits and stroked my clit
and my breathing began to get a little deeper. To my shock I was getting
into it and was getting really excited. After I was going pretty hard, my
mind jumped to my father checking my pussy on the sofa. The image of him
pounding into me became very strong and I got going even harder. I could
feel my nipples become hyper sensitive and felt I reached a peak. I stopped
and lay still, still not believing what I just imagined. I had a light
cover of sweat and Dr. McNeil came over and congratulated me. Oh yeah, I
just got off in a room of twelve people and several cameras. Oh great.
Next he said that he was going to use some devices to stimulate a massive
orgasm. I thought that's what I just did, but he assured me that my body
only reacted slightly to my fingering. He said that my pubic hair would
prevent the proper placement of the electrodes and a young woman used some
electric clippers to remove my well-trimmed pussy hair. She then applied
shaving cream and shaved me. After that was done, she massaged in some baby
oil that sent a few jolts through my system. The doctor rolled me over and
inserted a slender metallic tube into my anus. It was slightly larger than
a pencil and he inserted it all the way so that only two wires were hanging
out. I resumed my position on my back. Next about six small electrodes
were positioned around my pussy and just above it. Also a small clamp was
clipped to my clitoris. Another assistant then went about the task of
hooking all of the wires back up to some box. I was asked to start
masturbating again and I obeyed. I couldn't get the picture of my dad out
of my mind. This time, I noticed that I felt some deep sensations and that
my body was reacting more violently. My hips were now grinding back into my
fingers as I frigged myself. Waves of sensations started pouring through my
body. My head and shoulders started thrashing back and forth. The bed was
squeaking and shaking. Suddenly several big twitches overtook my body and I
thrust my pussy in the air. A flood of emotion swept through me for several
moments and then I collapsed spent. My body was coated with sweat and my
butt started to get cold as it laid in almost of puddle of juice. I heard
everyone congratulating each other and especially Dr. McNeil. It seems he
just proved that he had located the specific nerves that controlled orgasms.
Somebody threw a blanket over me and I fell asleep.
I was awakened around lunchtime and given some food from McDonalds. I was
still naked with the wires coming out of me. I stood as somebody changed
the cover on the bed. The infrared camera was gone and something else was
rolled over next to the bed. After eating, they had me lay back down. They
explained that they wanted to document what happened inside the vagina when
an orgasm occurred. They inserted the half-inch snake like camera into my
pussy and had me start up again. I guess my body had been primed for action
now as the machine brought me quickly to another climax. I went through it
three more times as they experimented with different camera angles. The
last time, they tried inserting their backup camera up my butt. It was
difficult for them to maneuver around their ground pole and either the
discomfort or interference prevented me from having an orgasm the last time.
It was getting late and I figured we were about done when about half the
crew left.
Dr. McNeil then dropped the bombshell. He explained that the crew thought
they could get shots of how an orgasm affects the sperm. He said the
pictures that we had were so groundbreaking that he couldn't pass up the
chance to get some shots of a penis in there ejaculating. I told him I
never agreed to sex with someone and besides, I would give them the STD. He
explained that I wasn't contagious for another couple of weeks, and that he
would take the chance. I got stuck on his last words, "He would take the
chance." As I ripped off a couple of the electrodes and sat up, several of
the remaining crew grabbed a hold of me and held me down. They bound my
hands as the doctor replaced the electrodes. They turned on the equipment
and guy on either side held my legs wide. Dr. McNeil removed his pants and
struggled to squeeze his dick into my pussy with the camera already in
place. His dick was hard as a rock and I heard him say something about
viagra. Now here I was with some fifty-year-old doctor with his dick inside
me with some camera and six guys watching. He licked my sensitive nipples
and began to stroke in and out. He screamed as one of the assistants turned
up the orgasm machine. They experimented for a while using only a couple of
channels until the doc didn't feel the shock in his penis anymore. I could
feel my body responding and with this fifty-year-old man on top of my, the
images of my father returned.
I began to buck back and the guys were saying that she started. At their
cries, I looked over to see the monitor of his dick moving in and out of me
and I saw him come even before I felt it. They moved the camera around and
showed the entrance of my uterus contracting down and lapping up the sperm.
The doctor continued to bang me for several minutes then withdrew. One of
the camera crew thought it would look better from the other side of the
dick. They untied me and placed me on all fours. The doctor said he
couldn't go again for a while, but one of the younger assistants said he
would volunteer. The camera was inserted and they turned up the machine.
By then I had probably more orgasms that most women experienced in their
lifetime. The young man mounted me and I watched the monitor as my body
began to repeat its last performance. I orgasmed in no time and the guy
came on cue. I was exhausted, humiliated, and used. Someone wrapped me in
a fresh blanket and took me back to my room. At least tomorrow I would be
out of this place.
The next day Dr. McNeil came in and gave me the treatments he had promised.
He said that I should be tested again in a couple weeks to see if the
treatment took. If so, I would have not lasting affects and I would not
transmit it to anyone else. I watched TV the rest of the morning. After
lunch Dr. McNeil came in with some medical students and submitted me to some
more examinations and allowed each of them to practice their technique. By
now I had no resistance left in me so I just laid back and let it happen.
They had me get cleaned up and dressed then had me wait in the lobby for my
dad. When I saw him and ran and gave him a big hug. He chatted briefly
with Dr. McNeil and was happy with the prognosis. I was still in a
depression and spoke nothing of what I was put through.
I slept very well that Thursday night in my own bed. I was surprised when
my dad woke me up at six. He said I had work and that he apologized to Mark
for his rudeness on Monday. I couldn't believe he would let me go back. My
dad said that it would be a greater sin for me to skip out on my commitment,
especially when the pool was so understaffed. I would have to live with my
choices and he hoped I would make better ones in the future. I didn't know
how I would get in, since my keys were in my locker when I left. The door
was open and I found Mark busy doing my morning chores. I felt like turning
around and running away, but nothing really mattered anymore. Mark seemed
concerned about me and asked how I was. I lied and said I was fine and was
here to fulfill my obligation as my father requested. Mark said he was
relieved I came back and asked if I was also to work tonight and Monday. I
said yes. I made it through the day, and was happy that nobody gave me a
hard time. At six they cleared out the pool to make room for the nude
members. Mark told everyone it was time to change.
I went to my locker and stripped off my clothes. Then I realized, my pussy
was shaved! I didn't think I had a modest bone left in my body, but I again
felt the fear of being exposed and I didn't want to leave the changing room.
Mark called out for me and came in to see if I was all right when I didn't
respond. I saw his eyes widen when he saw I was bare. As far as I could
tell, none of our guests had been clean shaving to this point and I would be
the only one totally exposed. I guess my sanity came from my ability to lie
to myself and I just made a mental image of me being in a swimsuit and
walked past Mark and got back to work. I ignored any small talk and just
kept to my job. Yeah, I really did here the comments but just didn't let
them get to me.
I was still in my funk Saturday and went home after the morning cleaning and
slept all afternoon. Sunday was the same, but I had to be back by nine to
go to church with my parents. My mom had set out a dress for me to wear.
We normally sat toward the back of the church. My dad was well respected,
but being a busy doctor prevented him from serving in most official roles.
Today, though, he led us up and we sat on the front row. I dozed through
the songs and offering. Then the pastor mentioned something that has come
to his attention. He said how sad it was that the younger generation was
turning from the truth and how MTV has corrupted our youth. (My parents
didn't allow me to have cable.) He then charged off of the stage, grabbed
my arm, and pulled me up. He asked me what I had to confess to everyone. I
saw my girlfriends and Sunday school teachers staring at me in shock as I
said nothing. He said several things about the need to repent and how
getting it off of my chest would allow for healing to occur. I stood
dumbstruck. Then he told everyone. Sandy here has committed fornication.
She has had intercourse with a boy before she was married. I heard gasps
from around the room. I ran out of the room to several shouts and
condemnations. Now my humiliation was complete.
The rest of that summer many guys from the church asked me out and I even
slept with a few of the better-looking ones. They really freaked when the
TV commercials came out with me admitting I had an STD. Then my health
video came out. Teenagers were pointing me out wherever I went. It took
all the courage I had to even go to the grocery store. My parents really
did care for me and supported me. My dad got church to fire the pastor.
They both then decided to leave their great medical practices and moved with
me to the East Coast. It cost them a lot of money, but they said I was
worth it. I later explained how I got into the nude thing and my dad felt
very responsible for putting so much pressure on me related to the job and
"toughening me up."
I guess the saying is true, "Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you
stronger." I got a great Ivy league education and now make six figures at a
prestigious New York bank. I also just got married to the manager of my
country club. Occasionally, I'll go down there with him to relive some of
those exciting summer memories.
Sandy's Summer Humiliation - End
By GymDog
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