‘…Ah, ah, ah, Miss Abigail—unfortunately your bra and panties are inappropriate for school wear, and so I'm going to have to ask you to please surrender them to me as well. It's all for the best in any case, as I need you naked in order to do your physical exam.'

Abigail thought she would die; her worst fears were coming true, and it appeared that she would indeed have to bare herself completely in front of the Dr. Andrew and Professor Ryan Desilva, who, even just this morning alone, had doubtless seen many naked young girls' bodies far more attractive than hers.

There was no escape, however, and with only a slight tremble of her hands, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, drawing the straps slowly down her shoulders and freeing her breasts reluctantly from the soft, warm cups.

Her breasts were very lovely. She was lightly complected; her pale skin was nearly luminous, and the firm fullness of her ample bosoms meant her rich blue veins were visible beneath the surface, all feeding circulation to a pair of healthy nipples that were not much darker a shade than the rest of her body.

Her coloring meant that her giant, troubled blue eyes shone even more brightly, framed by her long brunette hair and her strong brows. She was very beautiful.

'Please, Dr. Andrew...sir...can I please...please...keep just my panties on?'

Dr. Andrew shook his head, his toe lightly tapping the floor with a quiet, crisp impatience.

'No, dear girl, you may not, and we don't have all day. Please remove your knickers immediately and place them here with your other clothing beside me, and let Mr. Desilva and I have a look at your whole body.'

Abigail's face fell as she tried to come to terms with the reality of her situation—but her father had had a long talk with her about why he had decided to enroll her in a free-use academy, and she knew it was for her own good.

Despite yet another addling tingle in her cunny, she grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs, stepping out of them in as ladylike a manner as she could, and twisting and contorting her body in her endearing attempts to pick them up from the floor without obscenely displaying her most secret bits to the men.

To her unending mortification, her acquiescent nakedness was greeted with gentle, slightly incredulous chuckles.

'Well, well, well,' Dr. Andrew said, 'I don't know the last time I saw such a fierce bush! That is quite the thicket you have down there, Miss Abigail.'

She had never groomed her private parts in any way and was completely unshaven, and her dark, thick pubic hair was indeed untamed and as impressive as it was wild. Abigail's conservative upbringing had never involved teaching her any reason to fuss with it, and she had only recently discovered that she was the exception to the rule in her new school.

'Not to worry; Mr. Desilva will help you deal with that as well once we're finished here, and teach you a little about how to present your vulva and pubic area as a student here at Stonewall.'

He pushed his spectacles up on the bridge of his nose in order to see better, and pulled her a little closer to him with a hand on the smooth recurve of her bare waist.

'Now let me take a good look at you, young lady. I'll be inspecting for any signs of ill health, noting any distinguishing marks or characteristics, and familiarizing myself with your body; as your school physician, it's vital that I know the landscape in detail, so to speak, so I can better notice any abnormalities later on when treating you.'

He ran his hands over her body, feeling the weight and firmness of her breasts, checking the sensitivity of her nipples, and exploring her cunny, his big fingers thrusting into the darkness of her bush to feel for any irregularities along her outer lips.

Ryan, following along with his clipboard, noted the vibrant flash of pink that hinted of wonderful riches hidden beneath her fur, and filled in the boxes on Abigail's intake sheet denoting the description of her various body parts.

'Very nice breasts,' Dr. Andrew said, dictating his observations to Ryan, and taking one lovely curve of girlflesh in each hand and pushing them together in order to compare their symmetry and account for any significant differences in color or marking.

'Good development for her age, and actually quite excellent fullness...very lightly-colored nipples—responsive, and become easily erect—relatively large, though quite faint, areolas...'

Ryan carefully transcribed the doctor's comments in Abigail's file, paying close attention to his technique.

'...Light scattering of freckles across upper chest. Healthy teeth, gums, and tongue—Miss Abigail, please suck on my finger as hard as you can—that's it, good girl—student displays vigorous, healthy suction reflex; Desilva, observe her strong esophageal contractions along her throat here, indicating she'll be a good candidate for advanced deepthroat lessons. Please make a note of that in her records.'

Abigail was in a daze; this was happening quite fast, and all she could do was comply as best she could with Dr. Andrew's instructions.

'...not particularly athletic figure, but well within healthy parameters of muscle and body fat—do you play sports, Miss Abigail? No, I thought not—smooth, soft belly, with what appears to be a quite lovely, full mons veneris—one of a number of delightful benefits furnished by a little extra fat on a girl, Mr. Desilva—though it's difficult to say with certainty under all this hair; I might ask that you verify this and note it in her file after you clean her up, please...'

Dr. Andrew instructed Abigail to turn and bend at the waist and spread her plump butt cheeks, and as she did, her face an agonized shade of pink, he exclaimed with astonishment at the state of her genitals.

'Goodness sakes, this is one of the soppiest young vaginas I have ever seen,' he laughed, attempting to recover his composure and continue his inspection with the medical impartiality it required.

'Alright, then—student's vulva is already well engorged, exhibiting significant swelling and a dark pink hue of her inner labia, which are naturally spreading open under the effects of her arousal...please note, Desilva, the remarkable amount of vaginal fluid she is producing...'

Ryan leaned closer, enraptured by Abigail's cunny, as Dr. Andrew continued, placing a firm hand on her lower back as she whimpered and shifted uneasily, attempting to stand up in order to escape the men's invasive inspection.

'No, Miss Abigail, please continue to hold your position and keep your bottom spread for us—yes, both hands, please—there you go—thank you, that's a good girl...'

He carefully reached between her legs and spread her lips a little wider, running his finger around her pouting entrance.

Abigail shuddered as his hands roved familiarly about her genitals and handled her private parts as if they belonged to a creature in a laboratory; her absolute worst-case scenario was now an unspeakably humiliating reality—never did she even dare fear that the men would discover, let alone revel in, the obscene mess she'd made in her panties this way.

'She’s produced a truly remarkable volume of clear, sweetly-scented primary vaginal lubrication—so much, in fact, that just her small movements of the last half hour have managed to smear it practically all over her thick fur between her legs, and even down the insides of her thighs here, making her long dark pubic hair a slick mess designed to ease the passage of a male's erect penis.'

He combed his fingers hungrily through the slickly soaked, glistening mess of her thick scruff where it bordered her swollen slit; even the wet, sloppy sound itself was a tantalizing turn-on for both him and Ryan.

'When a girl is in this state, even a cock poorly aimed in the heat of the mating passion will be made to slip inexorably toward her entrance, helping to ensure a successful copulation. So, good news, Miss Abigail, I think we can safely say that you have quite a healthy and natural response to being naked in front of men.'

Dr. Andrew instructed her to stand up and let Mr. Desilva weigh her and measure her, and she walked unsteadily across the room to stand naked on the scale.

Ryan made a note of her weight, then carefully took her measurements, including the length of her slit and the width of her mons at the top of its delta, the erect length of her nipples and the distance between them, the diameter of her areolas, and the circumference of her butt cheeks; then he had her stand against the wall so he could photograph her body from various angles and distances, including closeup pictures of her face and her vulva for her student ID card.

Once he'd finished, Dr. Andrew instructed Abigail to climb up on the massage table, lie back, and open her knees so he and Mr. Desilva could examine her vagina fully and check her clitoral sensitivity and responsiveness.

To her surprise, this was the least uncomfortable moment of the day so far for Abigail; she'd had her first gynecological checkup not long ago, so she at least had a precedent of normalcy to guide her for this step of her intake process at Stonewall. She climbed willingly atop the table and opened her legs wide, doing her best to ensure the men had a clear view and plenty of room to work on her private parts.

Dr. Andrew moved to her side and slowly ran his hand up and down her tummy in a calming manner several times, his fingers brushing the underside of her breast at the top of his stroke, and foraying a little further each time into her lush bush at the bottom, allowing her time to relax under his touch as he eased closer to the most personal area of her naked body.

'Miss Abigail, according to your admissions file, you are not a virgin. Is that correct?'

Abigail shook her head, her eyes wide, and glanced from him to Mr. Desilva, who was taking studious notes on his clipboard as he watched Dr. Andrew touch her.

'Yes, sir, Dr. Andrew,' she nodded. 'I have...had sex.'

Dr. Andrew brought both hands to her vulva, and gently pressed it open, leaning closer to carefully inspect her, and sweeping his fingers up and down her soaking slit, sending deep ripples of pleasure into her tummy.

'Excellent, Miss Abigail,' he said as she began to utter a series of low moans in the back of her throat, her hips rocking subtly in time with his caresses. 'In that case, I'll need to check inside you. Hold still, please, and don't move...'

She complied, and he gently but firmly pressed his finger into her.

'Student is quite tight,' he observed to Ryan, and he spent a few moments letting her breathe and relax, pressing deeper bit by bit, until he'd buried his finger inside her. Slowly he withdrew it, and repeated the process with two fingers.

Abigail had to work a little harder this time, but he spoke to her soothingly and smiled patiently into her lovely, hungry eyes, and she succeeded in taking both his large fingers all the way into her pussy.

Once he was in, he carefully explored the walls of her vagina, turning his fingers this way and that, and asking her to show him how hard she could squeeze down.

Her earnest effort drew a look of pleasant surprise from Dr. Andrew, and he said the strength of her young vaginal muscles was quite impressive for a girl her age, which made Abigail feel relieved and a little proud.

It also brought her perilously close to an orgasm, which she desperately needed but which she knew she mustn't have; she couldn't bear the thought of such an embarrassing loss of control in front of the men—especially Mr. Desilva—and she was pretty sure it wouldn't be considered appropriate in a school setting like this.

Dr. Andrew was simply giving her an examination to make sure she was healthy, not trying to have sex with her, she reminded herself, fighting the wild urges growing unbearably insistent in her cunny. All she wanted now was to rub herself all over his hand, to grind her slickness against him until she cried out in pleasure. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, what was happening in her brain and her body.

Fortunately she managed to keep herself somewhat decent, and though she couldn't help the copious amount of her juices that continued to coat Dr. Andrew's fingers, she at least succeeded in acting like a civilized young lady while his fingers were inside her, and allowed him to examine her without cumming all over the table like some sort of wild girl.

Dr. Andrew looked at Ryan.

'Would you like to try?' he asked, tilting his head to indicate Abigail's vagina, in which his fingers were still buried…

This is an excerpt from Ch. 12. You can read the rest, and much more, free on my Literotica page ❤️