Professional
Misconduct
Chapter One
boy/gi Wherein we read of
Dr. Jack Mansbridge’ s sexual initiation
Doctor Jack Mansbridge, the distinguished, middle-aged
physician should not be wasting the day like a beach bum, he mused, but I am.
I'm spending the afternoon of my fortieth birthday lazing on the beach. But I'm
going to have to leave, he thought, and soon. Looking at his wrist he saw that
it was after three and he had an appointment at four thirty.
Jack squinted, looking up toward the sun and seeing the outline
of the two, high lifeguard chairs to his right. Jimmy, his fourteen year old
son was leaning forward in one of them as his partner, the sixteen year old
senior lifeguard pointed discreetly at a group of girls on the beach below them.
The doctor looked in the direction being indicated and saw what was attracting
their attention.
"They're flaunting it at us, Jimmy. They're just kids
but they want us to look at them." Bill Barker, two years older than his
partner on the chair to his right was once again beginning to expound on his
theories about the girls who lounged on the beach close to their stand. "Even the shy one, Barbara Lewis. She pretends she's
not looking at us, but she is."
Jimmy could see that his next-door neighbour was sitting
with her arms locked around her knees, leaning forward so that her newly
blossoming breasts were mostly hidden, unlike the three other girls who had
their shoulders back, proudly showing off the proof of their coming maturity.
He didn't know any of the girls except Barbara but, although they all were
filling the halter-top’s of their swimsuits, he could see that none was as
large up top as his short, plump next-door neighbour.
"That one in the white suit, Sandra. The one who is lying on her back.
She's a slut. Last week she took on three guys from the football team. I could've
had her too but I don't like a wet deck." Bill was pointing discreetly at
a tall girl who had just turned twelve but his story was entirely fictitious.
"And Barbara Lewis is no different. I had her yesterday. She acted like
she didn't want to but she said afterwards that she really likes it and can't
get enough. Have you ever done it?"
"Sure. Lotsa times." Jimmy's
reply was as false as Bill's stories but he believed the older boy and looked
at his neighbour with new interest. Barbara was sitting with her knees drawn up
against her chest because she was embarrassed by the way her new, two-piece
bathing suit displayed her precociously developed breasts. Her bent forward
position, however, pushed the firm globes up and, from their vantage point,
some six feet above her, the delightful cleavage was visible and it actually
made her young charms appear even larger than they were.
Bill Barker was looking down at Barbara, too. He regretted
what he'd said, for he believed that this girl was different. She had an air of
modesty about her, a purity that made him feel soft and protective towards her.
And he thought she liked him too. He had caught her looking up at him often
this summer although she never would look him in the eye. Instead, she'd blush and
look down whenever he tried to make eye contact. He was sure that, unlike the
others, she was not a slut. Why had he just said what he did about her. He felt sick with guilt.
They couldn't be any older than twelve, the doctor thought.
In fact, he knew that one of them was only eleven because he had delivered her.
The baby had come prematurely, without warning and he had been called next door
to handle the delivery. He'd noticed
during this summer that she was becoming a miniaturized version of her busty
mother and her shy timidity made her especially appealing to the unprincipled
physician. He'd been speculating about what he'd do if she tried out for the
cheerleader team and he had to examine her. And he knew she was old enough. He
leaned back in his lounge chair and pulled his hat down over his eyes as he
thought about his own initiation, many years ago, by a girl no older than this
one.
"Hey, c'mere Eileen. I got somethin' to show yuh."
"Huh? Like, what?" The plump, blonde girl was big
for her age and her budding breasts were already a small handful. She looked at
the three boys who were standing, giggling, outside the little shed where her
father stored blocks of ice.
"You gotta come here to see it." Robert was small
for his sixteen years and he was showing off for his younger companions.
The girl turned to her playmate, Jack. "I'll come right
back." She went over to the shed and Jack saw Robert take her hand and lead
her inside the little building while Murray and Ivan stayed outside. Jack was
angry at her for leaving him to go with the older boys and he also had a feeling
of unease about what they were doing in the icehouse. Without looking back, he
left.
"How old are you, Eileen?" Robert put a hand on
the girl's shoulder and pushed her down on the pile of sawdust. It was late
summer and the ice had all been used but the shed remained cool, as if it had
some sort of memory of its former contents.
"Don't push! I'm 'leven"
she replied, even though she wouldn't reach that ripe age until next week. "What're
yuh gonna show me, Robert. Hurry coz Jack is waiting for me. We're gonna play
house."
"I'm gonna show you the right way to play house,
Eileen." The teenager's hand went quickly between her thighs and, before
she could clamp them shut, he was touching her sex through her tattered panties.
"Ho! Don't do that!" Eileen tried to get up but
the boy held her down as her wriggled his fingers against the hairless folds of
her plump, young pussy.
"You'll like it Eileen. You've seen your parents playing
house, haven't you? In bed?"
"Huh? You mean? Like, when Daddy's on top of
Mommy?" She'd seen them together like that on several occasions, the last
time only this morning and, as always, it had caused a
strange feeling in her belly.
"That's right. You're big enough now to play house
like they do." Robert's hand was under her blouse rubbing the swell of her
young breasts and the nipples popped out hard and erect under his touch.
"But I don't wanna?"
The girl felt a warmth that radiated outward from her
breasts and from between her legs. "Let me up, Robert."
"See this, Eileen." The boy opened his fly and
pulled out his erect penis. "Touch it."
"Oh no! I
ain't gonna play your awful game!" The girl had seen her older brother's penis
but it had been soft and dangly. Robert's was smooth and hard and, driven by
her juvenile curiosity, she tentatively touched it,
then pulled her hand away from its heat.
"Do yuh know how to play house? Do yuh know what they
do?"
"Uh, no, not 'zackly?" Her legs relaxed and she allowed the boy to rub her sex.
It felt good and it felt also as if she was getting swollen, somehow bigger
down there. "I oughta go play with Jack?"
"You can go in a moment, Eileen." Robert lifted her
skirt up over her plump hips and there was a ripping sound as he pulled down
her flimsy panties. "Don'cha like the way this feels?" Older but equally
inexperienced, the boy wondered at the oily effusion that was now lubricating
the soft fleshfolds of the girl's pussy. He explored the crease with his finger
and found the hot portal to her inner body.
"Yeah? Sorta? But I don't think we oughta be doin' this?" The
girl settled down on the sawdust and tilted her hips to give the boy better
access to the throbbing pleasure centre between her outflung legs.
"You'll like it, Eileen." Robert rolled on top of
the youngster and guided his hotly throbbing young tool to the soft, moist
nest. "Ain'cha ever done this before? Ayn'cha ever been fucked?" He pushed into her and felt
his knob clasped in the soft, soothing embrace of the youngster's labia, Robert
pushed harder as his ingress was blocked by Eileen's virgin membrane.
"No? OUCH! OH! Yer hurtin'
me! Stop it Robert!" Eileen felt a sudden sharp pain as the boy thrust
roughly into her, his hard, young penis tearing through the fragile hymeneal
barrier and expanding the never-entered passage.
The boy was excited beyond belief and, engulfed by the
unplumbed depths of the young girl's fuckwell, he exploded into her. Eileen
felt the hot wetness flooding her and uttered a soft moan. The semen acted like
a soothing balm and lessened the hurt in her cock-plugged sex but then, with a
grunt of satisfaction, the boy rolled off.
The girl lay there in a haze and hardly noticed when Robert's
fourteen year old brother replaced her initial assailant between her legs.
"Did Robert get your cherry?"
"Nuh..nup..no" she panted, enjoying the novel sensations
and wondering at the pressure that was building in her young loins. And then
she felt the hot wetness again as the boy anointed her tender vagina with his
hotly spurting semen. She felt a sense of disappointment when
Ivan, unlike the others, had done this once before. He thrust
quickly into the semen-flooded snugness of Eileen's ravished, juvenile twat,
expanding the slippery passage and, as it became easier with every thrust he
made she began to wriggle her loins and thighs against him.
"I like you, Eileen. You're a lot tighter than...." and he
stopped talking before he revealed his previous partner's name. "But next
time I'm gonna be first so's yer not so sloppy."
"Yer not gonna tell are yuh?" the girl panted, knowing that
this was wrong but caught up in the heat of juvenile lust.
"No but we gotta hurry." The boy moved quickly on her.
"We might get caught."
Eileen was wriggling faster now as she felt the growing heat in her
belly and then, for the third time, she felt the spurting wetness of her
partner's climax inundating her pussy.
"No...don't stop? Not yet?" she
protested, clutching at the boy as he dismounted, knowing somehow that
something special was about to happen. "Do it some morqe...please?
I like it."
"Can't. We
might get caught." And he joined his friends outside the little shed while
the girl lay in frustration on the saw dust. She heard them talking and
laughing as they walked away.
The dust hung suspended in the beam of sunlight that fought
its way through the dirty, multi-paned shop window. Jack imagined that he was a
jet pilot, hiding from the Viet Cong. The late summer heat, compounded by the unventilated
loft, helped with his fantasy. He was in some gook's barn and the soldiers were
trying to find him after seeing his parachute drifting down over the rice
paddies. He plotted his escape, unable to wait until dark because he had to get
back to base as soon as possible to report on what he'd seen.
Jack levered his BB gun to a loaded position, imagining it
was his burp gun. If they caught him, he wouldn't be taken alive but he'd take
a lot of them with him. He heard a sound below. They were getting close. He hid
behind a big, wooden packing box.
"Jackie? Jackie? Are you up there? C'mon. I know you're
there. Put down the ladder so I can cone up. I'm sorry I went with them,
Jackie. Let's play some more."
Darn! He hated being called Jackie. Jack wished he'd never
told Eileen about his secret place. And he didn't even like her. She was bossy
and thought, just because she was older than him, that she was something
special. And she wasn't that much older, anyway. Since his birthday, last week,
they were both ten, even if she would be eleven next month.
"Yeah..alright."
The boy grudgingly got up from his position behind the box and went over to set
down the ladder.
Eileen climbed into the loft and Jack pulled the ladder up
after she was on the creaking board floor of the musty loft. Her normally pale
face was flushed, as if she'd been running, and there was sawdust on the back
of her skirt and blouse. She looked around the cluttered storage area, her
distaste for it visible from the expression on her face.
"I don't know why you come up here. It's hot and
dirty."
"You don't have to stay. I didn't invite you. Why don't
you go back to your other friends? Don't they want to play with you any
more?"
"I'm sorry, Jackie. I should've stayed with you."
She followed him as he went over to sit on the box. I'll make it up to you. Wouldja like no fuck me?"
The young boy's mouth opened, not sure if he'd heard her
right. Fuck her? Robert had told him about fucking. He said he'd fucked Thelma
who, like Robert, was sixteen but it had happened, he'd said, when they were
both thirteen.
"Uh, sure.
I'd like that." he said, uncertainly. He felt a strange stirring in his
groin. What would it be like?
With a nervous giggle, Eileen came closer. "Can you?
Like? Have you got something to put on the floor? Like, so I don't have to lie
on the bare boards?"
"We can use this, Eileen, can't we?" He stood and
indicated the big box he'd been sitting on. “You can sort of bend over this,
can't you?"
"But?
Like? How?" But already the naive boy was pushing
her roughly down on the box, lifting her short skirt. She wasn't wearing any
panties now and the half-moons of her bare, well rounded bottom separated as
she bent over the box. Jack's immature penis was erect and, as he pushed down
his pants and moved in behind her, she looked back at him with an expression of
uncertainty. "What? How? What're you going to do?"
"This is so I can put it in you, Eileen. You
know?" The warmth of her resilient flesh was deliciously exciting but, as
he pushed his little prick into the crack of the girl's ass, it didn't seem
quite right to him.
"But?
Like? Don'cha want to put in me in front? That's where
they done it?"
Jack flushed with embarrassment. So that's why her back was covered with sawdust. They'd taken her into the
icehouse and fucked her. Robert had said she was old enough and had been
prodding him to go after her. "Alright then. If you want it that way." Acting as if he knew what he
was doing, Jack spread an overcoat on the floor and, compliantly pulling her
skirt up above her waist, the girl lay down on it, her stocky legs spread wide
apart.
"Have you done it before, Jackie? Have you ever fucked
a girl?"
"Sure. Lots of times." He
looked at the narrow, pink slit that vertically bisected the plump, smooth mound of her cunt. A
red-tinged, milky fluid dribbled from her vagina, the boys' semen escaping from
her newly initiated, cum-flooded sex. That must be where he put it. He dropped
to his knees between her open legs and lowered his hips, guiding his hard penis
to the mysterious target.
"I betcha done Buelah, din't you? The boys say that her Uncle Frank fucks
her all the time. Have you done it to Shirley, too?" She named two younger
girls, the latter her nine year old sister.
The boy pushed blindly against the fleshy crevice,
surprised that it was wet and slippery. And then the girl lifted her legs and
shifted her hips, pushing up at him. Suddenly he was engulfed in the hot,
cum-greased clasp that gave him the most delightful sensations he had ever
experienced. He pushed harder and he felt like he was drowning in the wet heat
of her clinging body. His hips crushed against hers, her plump belly flattening
under his.
Eileen's arms wrapped around him as the big boy's weight
came down heavily on her. He was scared by what he was doing. What if his
mother found out? He remembered how mad she'd been five years ago when she'd
caught him and Jeanette playing with each other's bodies. But this was too good
to stop. He ground against the girl's plastic flesh, trying to get deeper into
her
"Pump, Jackie. Pump up and down!" the girl gasped
urgently as she tilted her pelvis with an expertise that beliedh
immaturity. "Don't stop 'til I tellya" she
panted as she grabbed the boy's hips and made him move, savouring the sensations
as his cock slid in and out.
Jack moved awkwardly and, as his throbbing organ was
massaged by the soft clasp of Eileen's young sheath,
he was gripped by an increasing urgency. He rammed into her faster and faster
and then, pulling back too far, his penis escaped from her open body.
"No! Put it in! Put it back in me!" Eileeu gasped with frustration. She reached down to guide
him back into her hungry, flowering young twat. "Yes...oohhh yesss Jackie.." she sighed as he re-entered. "Do it hard.
Faster!" Her juvenile, barely pubescent body had been thoroughly primed by
the three boys in the icehouse and now, as Jack thrust inexpertly into her, a
tremendous heat was building in her young belly.
The floorboards creaked and squeaked and little ridgelines
of dust rose from between the cracks to hang, suspended, in the sunbeams. His
belly slid against hers, both wet with sweat in the late summer heat of the
unventilated loft but neither of the children was conscious of the external heat. The boy
caught up in a strange and frightening urgency, felt a sense of power over the
usually bossy girl and he hammered her hips with increasing skill, wet, sloppy
sounds gurgling from her sex as he fucked her wet-decked cunt.
The girl, pre-fucked but un-cum,
squirmed and writhed under him, her bottom now on the bare boards as the
cushioning overcoat beneath her became disarranged by her almost frantic
gyrations. And then the pressure in her girlish loins exploded, a great burning
heat enveloping her whole, lower body.
"Hannh!
Hannh! Unnhh!" Jack was frightened when he heard the girl gasp
loudly and felt a tightening clasp on his throbbing organ. Her body jerked and
bucked beneath him and she seemed to be drawing him deeper into the hot well of
her body as she clung to him with both arms. And then she became soft, panting
and still hugging him tightly to her but completely motionless except for the
little jiggles as he continued to thrust.
"Aahhh...oohhhh
Jackie..oohhhh..that
was wonderful." Eileen, wracked by her first ever orgasm, felt relaxed and
lethargic as she lay in lax acquiescence under the still pumping boy. "It
was never that good before."
"Ugghh.unngghh!" The ten yoar old uttered a breathess grunt as his groin spasmed with a hot, indescribable
thrill and his penis bucked in the soft clasp of the girl's sheath. Hs slumped
down then, cradled between Eileen's widespread thighs, panting from exertion.
"Oh Jackie, I like it better with you than with the
older guys. They never made me feel like that. Are yuh gonna? Like? Willya fuck
me again, tomorrow."
Just then they heard somebody down below and Jack was
suddenly terrified of being caught. He dismounted quickly from Eileen's slack,
sated young body and pulled up his pants.
"Jack? Jack? Are you up there?"
"Yes, Dad.
I'll be right down."
"Hurry. We
have to go to town. I've been looking for you for ten minutes. Come get in the
car."
"It's OK, Jackie. Go. I need a few minutes before I go
home. But I'll come over tomorrow afternoon. Is that OK?"
"Uh, sure Eileen." The boy was nervous but he sensed a change in the girl's
attitude toward him. She looked at him differently now, and she seemed to be
meek and unsure of herself. He liked her better that way. Was it because he'd
fucked her?