The robe falls to the floor, leaving you exposed for a moment

"Oops," Justin says as you step forward, the robe slipping from his fingers, leaving one of the top straps still in his fist as the rest falls.

For a moment you freeze, arms stretched forward, your body fully visible to every boy in the room. A dozen eyes rake across you small perky breasts with their inordinately thick, hard - it's cold in doctor's offices! - nipples; they swipe across your well-toned abs that show a six-pack when you do sit-ups and remain a flat and fat-free otherwise; Of course their eyes drop further to the bare skin above your pussy, which never really grew much hair to begin with, and grew less and less as you continued to wax it regularly.

It seems to take forever for you to throw yourself to the ground, somehow reasoning that the lower you get the less they'll be able to see. Your breasts wobble rather than swinging like a more endowed girls' would, but before you can think to cover them your pussy mound thumps onto one of your heels, and again it feels like Jacob has given himself a big hard thrust into your depths. With the attention of the boys and the buzz of arousal you've been feeling all morning you barely hold back a gasp that is only part surprise and mostly pleasure.

As if on auto-pilot your butt raises up, thumping itself lightly down again, bobbing a few times onto your heel as the feelings of being fucked continue, making you wetter and wetter until you **** yourself to stop, biting your lip so hard you draw blood in an attempt to silence the moan working its way up your throat.

"Are you okay?" Justin asks, crouching beside you and putting one warm hand on the soft skin of your shoulder. When you don't object he lets it slide down your arm, and his friend does the same on the other side.

"I, uh, yeah. I just... just..." you stop yourself from continuing in case the wrong words should come out and look around as if in a daze as they raise you slowly up to your feet.

Their hands stay on your arms, rather than taking advantage of your seeming confusion, and they walk you backwards toward the table.

"Can you hop on?" Justin asks, but instead of waiting for an answer her reaches across your body, his forearm pressing into one breast as he lifts you by the armpits onto the table.

A gasp escapes you from the rubbing of hot skin across your eager breasts. Justin lets you down, slowly releasing you, his hand drawing back, nicking a nipple that desperately wants attention.

You can't help but wonder at how it feels like your sitting on a dick, one that's driven far within by your perch on the very corner of the scarcely padded table.

"Robe," you finally say, remembering at last that you're not covered as you try not to rock in place to continue that feeling of being fucked.

"Sure," Justin says. "Rob?"

The other boy steps forward with the crumpled robe, and the two boys pull it across your body, at last hiding your nudity from the disappointed students. With the ties on the back you wait for them to pull them taut.

"Done?" you ask at last, and Justin and Rob nod, stuffing their hands - and what looks like string - into their pockets. Your mind is too distracted by the puzzling sensation of fullness and the recent mishap to pay too much attention. Besides, they've been very polite so far.

"Are we ready, gentlemen and lady?" the doctor asks as he returns, not even looking in your direction as he peruses his clipboard.