Doctor Matt Gonter is a pseudonym. Since he has a successful pediatric practice in one of the larger cities, and has never been convicted of child molesting, it would not be feasible to reveal his true identity. But this story is his own, the actual words belonging to him and his sexual partners. The majority of the story was recorded for posterity on magnetic tape.
Doctor Gonter is not an ogre. Not an ugly old man who waits in the city's darkness for some willing preteen or early teenaged girl to skip by. He is a young man of twenty-nine, with the rugged handsomeness one might associate with an athlete, fisherman or mountain climber. He is muscular, with wide shoulders and slim hips. He wears his dark hair fashionably long and with sideburns. He is not the motion picture image of a young doctor, but more of a rugged race car driver, or even a hard-working farmer. The type of man you would expect to see operating a grader or bulldozer on a construction crew.
Speaking with his many colleagues, I garnered nothing but praise for his professional knowledge. They informed me of his willingness to participate in all the many procedures at the local AMA meetings. He is the first to volunteer to lead a drive for some worthy cause. All in all, I found nothing in Doctor Gonter's background, and in the present, to create the picture of him as a child molester.
Those highly respected members of the medical profession assured me that the temptations of the flesh are not a doctor's plight alone, but the plight of every man who has reason to deal with the young boys and girls of today. I was asked to spend some time on any given street corner and found myself amazed that I had not noticed it before! I watched young girls barely in their teens, and even younger, dressed in skirts so short a small breeze would reveal them to the watcher. Intrigued, I consulted a noted psychiatrist as to the reason for such epidermal display.
"It is easy to understand, Mr. Dobbs. The youth are tired of all the violence, the maiming and killing of today. It is their way of protesting the wars, the draft, and even the rising crime rate. These young people have known nothing but war since the day of their birth. First it was World War II, then came Korea. Now this mess in Vietnam. Any given day you can sit in your comfortable home and watch a young American boy be slaughtered before your very eyes. Almost every channel you select will show the violence of murder, or perhaps the attempted rape of a young girl. This is what the young are protesting. What they are saying in effect is, 'Why kill and hurt each other? Look at me! Wouldn't it be more beautiful to make love to this lovely body than hurt or kill me?' This violence has caused the evolution of our style. The fashions young people choose to wear. Take the so-called hippies. They dress in those far-out weird combinations of clothing not only as a protest against the establishment, but unconsciously they are also saying, 'Don't I look funny? Laugh at me. Don't maim me.' The women of today are tired of having their young men sent off to fight some war they don't understand. They are striving to take the minds of men off wars. Hence, the fashions of today. Look at the mini-skirts, and now the micro-skirt. Five years ago girls seldom showed their knees. Now walk down any street and you can damned near see those young buttocks! A woman walks down the street and we see her breasts bouncing; her slender thighs flashing in the sun. It's not violent, it's free! It's very young, very free and very beautiful! Love, the opposite of hate. Tenderness, the opposite of violence. That's what they are trying to tell all of us old fogies."
The good doctor pointed out that times change, and so do the morals of youth. People who considered sex the true evil of mankind forget that it is the very foundation of life. Without sex, we would cease to exist.
Many years ago when this great country was being settled, it was not uncommon for a man to take as his bride a girl child many years his junior. It was a harsh land, filled with many dangers. Men lived with constant violence. Therefore, the pleasures of the flesh provided them with some degree of comfort.
Those ancestors of ours did not choose young girls for reproduction only. They chose them for the thrill of holding, of fondling, a young girl, a body not yet ruined by hard work. Men still seek out the willing female of preteen and early teens for this same kind of enjoyment; only it is not because eventually those tender bodies will necessarily be ruined by hard work.
Doctor Gonter is not entirely to blame for his actions. Some of the blame must be laid to his young patients, as his story will show. He also has the misfortune to employ as his nurse a depraved woman in her mid-twenties. This woman is a lovely, efficient female. Yet she is a wanton with the morals of an alley cat! There is nothing sexual she will not do, or participate in. Miss Jervis (as she is called here) has aided the doctor in his activities, entering into them with enthusiasm.
Doctor Gonter's story is not a pretty one, but one of a man tortured by his desire for the bodies of young girls. He has given much thought to seeking psychiatric help, but as yet he has not done so. It would be a pity for the medical profession to lose such an able and knowledgeable person. It is hoped that he will soon seek this help to achieve, at least, an understanding of his warped desires, and to free his great mind in order to better his work.
Jim Dobbs
ONE
She looked so young, so innocent and so lovely, lying on the examining table. My hands trembled with the aching need to run over her virginal flesh. It was insane, I knew, yet I was powerless to control the hot desire I had for this young girl.
The white sheet covered her naked body, but it could not hide the small, still forming breasts that rounded upward. The small waist, the softly curving hips and those slim thighs moulded the sheet to her. She had clear blue eyes that looked up at me, trusting me! Yes, trusting me. The little girl knew I would not hurt her. She had been to my office many times in the past for regular checkups, occasionally to be treated for a minor cold.
The girl was eleven years old and I was doing a routine physical on her. Taking hold of the sheet, I pulled it down to her waist, trying to control the shaking of my hands. I had seen those small breasts from the day they had begun to round out, showing the promise of full, firm teats when she reached her teens. Now, gazing down on them, I was overwhelmed by the small, erect nipples set in quarter-sized pink circles. I lay the stethoscope over her heart and listened to the steady beat, my eyes riveted to the twin peaks of her breasts. Moving the stethoscope bell slightly, I placed it next to one firm nipple. What I was about to do would be dangerous, yet I was unable to stop myself! If Miss Jervis turned suddenly and saw me, I would be lost.
Glancing backward at my nurse and seeing her back still toward me, I looked then into the innocent, trusting eyes of the young girl. Moving my finger ever so lightly, I touched the erect nipple, watching her eyes for a sign of alarm. I saw none, and became more bold in my movements. I took the small nipple in my forefinger and thumb and rubbed it gently. The only sign she gave of response was a faster heartbeat.
Once again I glanced toward the nurse. Then I let my palm lay lightly over the small mound. It was not large enough to fill my cupped hand, but the warmth I felt gave me such an erection I almost ejaculated then and there! The little girl actually smiled at me when I squeezed her breast gently! Thus encouraged, I began to rub and fondle it. The young girl did not move, but the quickening heartbeat told me she was well aware of my hand. I fondled first one, then the other small breast, seeing the little girl's lips part as she started breathing heavier.
She did not mind my hand, and I had the impression she welcomed the attention I was giving her. Her blue eyes glittered up at me, the faintest hint of a smile on her young mouth. Most girls who have just begun to sprout such delectable mounds of flesh are ashamed of someone seeing them, but not this youngster! She appeared proud of her approaching womanhood.
"Heartbeat, normal," I said as calmly as possible, while Miss Jervis hastily scribbled the information on the child's heart. When I removed my hand, I saw those two protrusions of flesh were stiff with desire. I wanted very much to continue toying with those delicious bits of flesh, but I had dallied long enough. I did not want to cause Miss Jervis to become suspicious of a long examination of the girl's chest. I ran my eyes down to the flat abdomen, seeing the deeply indented navel. My own heart was pounding frantically as I lay my fingers upon her smooth flesh. I knew what I was going to do, yet I could no more stop myself than I could control a raging tornado!
I reached for the bottom of the sheet, lifting it slowly, thrilling to the view exposed to my eyes. Her slender legs were still a bit too skinny, yet I could see that within a year or two she would possess the lush thighs with which to drive men insane. Higher yet I pulled the sheet, anxious now to see her sexual organs. When her vagina was almost exposed, I felt a twinge of guilt. But it was not powerful enough to stop me!
Swiftly I bunched the sheet at her waist and looked down on the virginal slit so nobly protected by the labia majora (the small, fleshy lips of the vagina). She was now completely exposed to me, except for the thin strip of white sheet at her waist. She was sprouting a small, sparse tuft of pubic hair which curled softly up on her gently rounded pubic area. As I looked down upon this virginal paradise, I was startled to see her thin thighs spread slightly, enabling me to see the small line of her vagina where it curved gently into the underparts of her small buttocks. Glancing quickly at the flushed face of the young girl, I saw her smile demurely, as if saying, "Look what I have, doctor. Isn't it pretty?"
I returned her trusting smile nervously and attempted to get my mind back on the examination. I placed my fingers on the soft abdomen and began pressing deeply. Everything was normal. She was a very healthy girl. My next exploration, I knew, would be completely unnecessary.
Running my hand down the slim thigh, I flexed the leg, as if testing for rotation and muscle tone. But I was not interested in finding something wrong here! I knew she was perfect. I wanted to feel the young flesh of this girl, and I was making the most of it.
Lifting the other leg, I repeated the same procedure, my hand feeling the smooth soft inner portion of her narrow thigh. Seeing a small, almost invisible scar high up, I ran my fingers over it. The edge of my hand brushed the warm lips of her vagina and the young body quivered. I had made certain that those yet undeveloped thighs were wider apart now, affording me a completely unobstructed view of her sexual parts.
"How did you get this scar, Jenny?" I asked her as my fingers ran over it. But I was not feeling the slight hardness there. I was feeling the lips of her vagina burn into the edge of my hand!
"I don't remember, Doctor," the shy voice answered me. My small finger ran up the center of those closed lips and her pelvis arched quickly. I knew she had received a small thrill from the touch.
"Scar, right thigh, near perineum," I said hoarsely to Miss Jervis, who proceeded to duly record the information in her usual hasty scrawl.
Now watching Jenny's eyes closely, I brushed my hand over the tuft of sparse soft pubic hair, making certain that my fingertips touched lightly at her vaginal lips. Not a sound came from her, just the slight trembling of her body. Those shining eyes told me that she was welcoming my caresses. Thus encouraged, I slowly spread the lips of her vagina and looked down at the moist pink clitoris lying in the folds of that sweet flesh. Brushing it gently with a finger, I was rewarded with a tentative wriggle of her immature hips. I smiled at her, as if to assure her that this was all part of the examination, but I knew by now that Jenny was well aware of the significance of what I was doing. I took the small bead of skin between a thumb and finger and worked it gently as she squirmed about from the pleasure I was giving her." I could have continued with this for the rest of the day, but knowing it would cause suspicion and no doubt exposure, I reluctantly removed my hands and turned from the little girl. "That's all for today, Jenny," I said quietly. "Just stay as healthy as you are now." I went into my connecting office and started filling in my findings.
Sitting there, I wondered what had caused me to take such liberties with Jenny. I had known her for years, having been her physician since she was five years old. Yet I had never handled her in this way before. The vision of her naked form floated before my eyes as I was still in a high state of arousal. I blessed the long smock I wore, which had hidden my erection from Miss Jervis.
The rest of the day was sheer torture for me. I kept seeing the small body of Jenny exposed to me. I kept thinking of the way she had allowed me to manipulate her sexual organs. I began to devise ways of getting her alone so that I could enjoy her small body to the fullest, without the fear of Miss Jervis catching me. Many times I had to enter the small office lavatory to douse my head in cold water. It did no good at all. I thought of many different ways to get Jenny back to the office. Followup tests and so forth. I was insane in my lust for her virginal body!
I finally cleaned out the day's appointments and was preparing to leave for the day, to go to my lonely apartment, when Miss Jervis informed me that she had a young lady waiting. It seems this young girl was carrying a note from her mother giving me permission to examine and treat the girl, since the mother was unable to come in with her. With a tired, heavy sigh, I told Miss Jervis to send the girl in.
Still in a state of arousal from my handling of Jenny's sexual parts, I almost leaped from my chair as the young girl entered the office! Such a beauty as she was is seen only in dreams. She was tall and slender, with long black hair brushed straight, and bangs cut evenly just above her dark eyes. On her full pouting lips was the hint of lipstick. No other makeup was evident. Like most girls her age, she was dressed in a tight mini-skirt that exposed a pair of long slender thighs. She stood uncertainly at the side of my desk as I looked about her body. Small breasts strained at the tight sweater, the nipples plainly evident beneath the thin material. She was well over five feet tall, and her flashing eyes held a knowledge beyond her years.
"I'm sorry, Miss," I said in a husky voice. "I'm a pediatrician."
She handed me the note from her mother without speaking. It had the girl's name, Maria, and was signed by her mother. As if reading my thoughts, the girl said in a shy voice, "I'm only thirteen." I had believed this girl to be sixteen at least.
"Please, sit down," I said, indicating the patient's chair.
She sat down, crossing her long legs, and I couldn't help but glance at the slender thighs so generously exposed. She had a lovely tan. "Thank you, Doctor," her low, husky voice whispered to me. It caused chills of desire to run up and down my spine. "Most people think I'm older."
The urge to grasp this young girl, this beautiful body, and pull it close caused my hands to tremble with such violence, I had to take them from the desk and place them in my lap, out of sight. I knew I was going to attempt to see and fondle this girl from the moment she had sat down! I didn't know what it was about her, but I felt she would more than welcome my amorous attentions. Of course it would be extremely dangerous if I were wrong, yet I was willing to chance it! I buzzed Miss Jervis, and as soon as she entered I told her she could leave, that I would not need her with this patient. I was sure I saw Miss Jervis' eyes move over the body of the young girl, and then back to me, with a flicker of understanding.
When I heard the outer door close, I turned my attention to the girl, trying to see if she held any fear of me, as some young girls have of doctors. She didn't appear afraid, but she seemed unusually shy. Her eyes never once looked at me. "What seems to be bothering you, uh...." I glanced at the note, "Maria."
"I don't know, Doctor," the husky, shy voice said, rolling over me. Filling every pore of my heated body like a caressing hand. "They've been hurting me a lot lately," she said, running a slim hand down over the calf of a slender leg.
My eyes burned at the smooth flesh, the perfect muscle tone. "Where do they hurt mostly?"
The very thought of being able to see all of those slim thighs was creating a boiling lust in my body. The very idea of handling that smooth, vibrant flesh had caused an erection of my penis that was threatening to burst the zipper!
"Here, mostly," she rubbed the smooth calf. "But sometimes my thighs hurt, too."
I inquired about her diet, knowing how youngsters try to exist on soft drinks and hamburgers today. My first impression was that she could have been suffering from a vitamin deficiency. But, from her answers, I could ignore that diagnosis. It seemed that her mother employed a cook who made certain that well-balanced meals were served to the girl.
Maria wore what I judged to be expensive clothing and she seemed well-mannered, although rather shy. A faint, exotic scent came from her to fill my nostrils. As I looked at her, I felt overpowered by the sheer sexuality of her. She radiated sex from every part of her slender body! If she had visited doctors often, she would know that I am required to have a nurse present during examinations, but this time I was going to chance it! I had to! I had to see that delightful body naked. To view the charms she seemed so willing to expose by her manner of dress. Casually, I mentioned it might be a good idea to give her an examination.
Her eyes lifted to mine for the briefest of moments, and she said in her whispery voice, "All right, Doctor."
With my heart beating wildly, I motioned her to the examination room, watching the slender body and softly swaying hips walk ahead of me. I showed her where the sheets were and told her to undress, striving to keep a calmness in my voice. I turned my back to her, listening to the silken rustle of her clothing.
"Everything, Doctor?" her husky, low voice came to me.
"Please," I replied.
"I'm ready, Doctor," she said, barely audible. I turned to see her holding the sheet about her now naked body. Her eyes were downcast, looking at her feet. A faint tinge of pink colored her cheeks.
"You will have to lie down on the table, Maria," I said, indicating the examination table. Watching as she stepped on the low stool and sat down.
Lifting those fine legs, she stretched out on her back. She raised a slim arm and covered her eyes now, shielding them from me. Her firm breasts rose and fell with faster than normal breathing, and I wondered if I should stop my proceedings now, before I pulled my world down about my head. Stepping close to the table, my own breathing accelerated until I was certain she could read my thoughts. For the second time that day, I was going to attempt to fondle a young girl, knowing full well that it might not only ruin me professionally, but perhaps mean a long term behind prison bars, also. The slender body shook visibly as I stared down at it. "You're trembling, Maria. There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm sorry," the shy voice said nervously. The arm over her eyes moved until she had the whole upper half of her lovely face covered. With the knowledge that she was not looking at me, I feasted my eyes on her form. I licked my dry lips and lifted the sheet with shaking hands.
Pulling the sheet down as I had with Jenny, I gasped at the beauty of her firm, upright breasts. They were not fully developed, but they were large enough to palm in my cupped hand. My mouth suddenly watered as I looked down at the delectable nipples, erect at the tip of the upstanding mounds. My knees turned to rubber as I stood there, seeing those twin breasts with burning eyes. Lifting the stethoscope, I placed it down on her chest as I had with Jenny. The sounds that came to me were of a swiftly beating heart, pounding mightily against her rib cage. She jumped suddenly as the bell touched her.
"Is the instrument cold, Maria?" I asked, more for something to say than out of real concern.
"No, sir," she whispered. I had pulled the sheet down until I could see her deeply indented navel with the few sparse dark hairs growing there. Lifting the stethoscope, I began running my hands over her warm, vibrant flesh. Hoping she would think it was part of the examination, I roamed about her body with an eagerness that transcended my professional interest. I came to her flat abdomen and pressed my hands down over it, feeling her shake with the violence of my touch. I didn't know who was the most nervous, Maria or me, as I went about the pretense of examining her. A feeling lingered with me. The thought of her being willing to let me touch and fondle her. As she trembled under my hands, I grew more sure of this. Readying an excuse should she suddenly protest, I slid my hand up to the undercutting of one firm breast, then over to reach at the erect nipple. Once my hand closed about it, squeezing gently, she shook visibly, as if a sudden chill had struck her. I was prepared to jerk my hand away at the first sign of anger.
But Maria did not become angry with my bold caressing of her breasts. She lay still. The only sign she gave of knowing that I was deliberately fondling her was her swift and deep breathing. I placed both hands over her breasts and gently kneaded them. She kept one slim arm over her eyes, but her lips were parted in the excitement of having her breasts worked by my eager hands. She was openly gasping now, yet she refused to take the arm from her eyes, as if ashamed for me to see her pleasure. I pulled at the erect nipples, stretching them, then letting them fall back, causing the soft mounds to quiver with a life of their own.
My erection was throbbing powerfully within the confines of my pants. I did not know how much more of this I could take without ejaculating! Leaving her delicious breasts, I reached for the bottom of the sheet and lifted it, not caring now. I bunched it at her slim waist and gasped at the view. Her legs were so lovely, I ached with desire to kiss them. My greatest surprise was the mass of dark soft hair that formed a perfect triangle of loveliness, yet completely hid the lips of her vagina. Across the top, a thin line grew upward to reach the deeply indented navel. It was easy to see that Maria would have a very luxurious growth of pubic hair as she grew older. Unable to look any longer, but wanting to feel of her flesh, I ran my hand down her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin burn at my own flesh. My mind was not on medicine now, but on the primitive urge of sex, and the desire to fondle a female such as this!
I was almost out of my mind from touching her! I knew I should be searching for knotted muscles, or the premature beginnings of varicose veins, yet I could not think of such things at this moment. All I could think of was the warm, vibrant skin, the silken feel of her. As I had noticed in my office, she had a deep tan, but a thin band of white about her breasts and pelvis indicated that she was an advocate of the bikini swimsuit.
Finding her warm, living, trembling flesh eager to my touch, I ran a hand up her thigh until I felt the soft pubic hair touch lightly at me. My finger was down low, and I swear I felt the heat of a furnace burning at the entrance of her vagina! I was certain that Maria was as aroused as I was! Yet she refused to take her arm from her face, hiding behind it as if it would make everything I was doing all right. She accepted my caresses, letting me do as I wished with her young body. I was never more certain than now that she was willing to let me handle her, that she was deriving pleasure from my moving hand.
Lifting my hand from her warm thigh, I ran my fingers through the soft pubic hair. She jerked her hips upward suddenly, startling me. I looked quickly at her face, finding it still covered, her pouting lips parted and her pink, pointed tongue licking at their fullness. Gently I placed my hand over the hairy mound again, but this time she did not jerk. Obviously feeling my fingers through the softness, she quivered and gasped aloud. I ran my fingers down until I felt her vaginal lips. She parted her slender legs slightly. Yes, Maria wanted me to touch her as much as I wanted to! I felt of her throbbing clitoris and then dipped my finger lower. The wetness between her legs was the surefire tipoff. Maria was very excited about my fingers moving over her body. The warm moistness between the lips of her vagina told me all I needed to know. She was eager for me to continue, judging by the jerking of her hips. No longer afraid of being reproached by her, I spread her smooth thighs wider, enabling me to see between them. I used my fingers to move the dark hair from the wet lips and looked down at the pinkness of her little-girl sexual organs. The examination lamp shone down at this lovely thing, showing the clear fluids she was releasing gleaming in the light.
Using both of my hands now, I parted the lips and gasped at the sight of her throbbing, moist clitoris, lying between the folds of wet flesh. I ran a finger lightly over it, rewarded by the twitching of her hips and gasping breath. Taking it between thumb and forefinger, I worked it up and down, watching her slim hips move with me.
I knew now that I had a young girl on this table who was willing to let me explore and fondle her body to my heart's content. Maria was highly aroused, and willing to allow me anything I wanted.
Realizing this, I began working on her small clitoris with renewed passion. I pulled it and rubbed it, watching those slender thighs and hips move about on the table. She had wriggled about so much, the sheet had fallen to the floor, leaving her completely naked to my burning eyes. She moved about sensuously as I masturbated her. The warmth coming from her body filled my nostrils with the faint, erotic scent of a young girl in heat. I bent close, inhaling deeply of her femaleness, thrilling to the smell.
She was moving her hips up and down now, working in rhythm with my masturbating hand, rotating them wantonly with small, jerking motions. With one hand rubbing at her boiling clitoris, I also squeezed at her firm breasts. Maria was panting heavily, but she kept that arm over her eyes. My penis was throbbing so much I wanted to jerk it out and insert it into the wet vagina, yet I dared not be so bold, feeling I was exceptionally lucky as it was, to be able to masturbate this lovely creature.
Maria began to work her hips faster now, and her audible gasps of pleasure filled the room. "Uh, uh, uh," she moaned as she panted for breath, struggling to control her rampaging respirations. It was the signal of her approaching climax. "Oh, oh, oh, Go ... God!" she gasped. "Eh, uh, eh, eh, Jes ... Jesus!" Suddenly her hips arched high, and I saw those pretty lips beneath my hand quiver in release. I continued to work at the throbbing clitoris until she had finished her climax and relaxed beneath my hand with exhausted sobs of pleasure.
"You can get dressed, Maria," the voice sounded like a stranger's instead of my own. "I'll be in the office."
I hurried from the examination room with one last look at her naked body, guilt now flooding through my mind. It mattered not that she had been willing, and had even participated in my masturbatory actions upon her person. I wondered how I could possibly face her now that I had committed this inexcusable deed! The both of us well knew that masturbating a young girl is certainly not part of a physical examination!
Maria returned to the chair and sat down, fully dressed once more, blushing a deep pink. She sat with her hands folded demurely in her lap, not crossing her feet this time. The poor girl acted more ashamed than I! We sat for some moments before I could bring myself to speak. When I did, my hoarseness seemed unduly loud in the small room. "Well, uh-" What the hell could I say! "Well, Maria. I couldn't find anything wrong with your legs." God! What a stupid statement. I had no more examined her legs than I had her nostrils. All I had examined was a pair of beautiful breasts and a hot vagina! "You have perfectly lovely legs." I could have kicked myself for saying that. I saw the pink turn to a deep red.
"But ... but, Doctor," she hesitated momentarily, still looking down into her lap, "my legs do hurt."
Looking at her now dressed slender body, I could still see her nakedness. How she had looked on the table. How she had participated with me as I masturbated her. I glanced at her shoes, and suddenly realized why she was having pain in her legs.
"You are thirteen, Maria?" I questioned.
"Yes, sir," the shy voice replied.
"Is this the sort of shoe you always wear?"
"Yes, sir."
I bent over and removed the shoe from her small foot. "See this, right at the arch. There's no support, and you're a growing girl, Maria. Your legs are still growing, although they are certainly long enough now." Now why did I say that? I wondered, when she again blushed deeply. "You should wear a shoe with good arch supports. I'm sure the pains will go away then."
"Yes, sir," the husky, low voice whispered as she replaced the shoe on her foot. "Will you send the bill to my mother?"
"There will be no charge, Maria," I said softly. Now how in hell could I actually charge her mother for the privilege of masturbating her daughter?
"Thank you, sir," she said, standing up and moving fluidly toward the door. I watched her tight young hips sway gently with the unconscious sexuality of her beautiful body. Again I wanted to get my hands on her, to explore the deep crevices, to fondle those breasts and young buttocks. God help me!
TWO
I had erotic dreams all that night, and my condition became so bad that I finally entered my bathroom and masturbated to ejaculation. It was impossible for me to forget what I had done to those two young girls, as it was impossible for me to forget how their virginal bodies had looked as I had gone about my illicit examinations. It did not salve my conscience to know they had welcomed my attentions at all. If anything, this only inflamed my overheated mind!
I had heard and read of the old men who molested young girls. Was I to become one of them? I certainly hoped not. Yet I was unable to keep my hands off those tender females.
When morning came, I was not as rested as I should have been. Mentally I was still fired up. Breakfast was out of the question, so I just gulped a fast cup of coffee and hurried to the office. I was early, and had the place to myself until Miss Jervis came in. I tried to review the medical charts of the day's appointments, but my mind would not function.
I heard the rattling efficiency of Miss Jervis as she entered and began preparing for the day's work. I had not given much thought to this extremely capable nurse before, but now my thoughts turned to her. She is an attractive young lady. One any man could be proud of. I was fortunate to have her in my employ, I knew. As I thought of her now, I realized that she was an available girl for me, if that was what I wanted. I remembered little gestures, small hints from the past, that I had previously failed to understand. Now when I thought of them, I knew she had been trying to tell me of her availability. I was not strongly attracted to her, yet I was intrigued with what I might find beneath the starched white uniform she wore. I knew it would not be a virginal body, but perhaps one that could possibly relieve me of some of the fire which was steadily boiling inside my body. I watched her as she entered the office, saying good morning in her pleasant voice. She went about her duties as if I were not there.
Her back was to me and I found myself wondering about the rounded form of her body. She was slim, yet not skinny. Her breasts were good, but a little too large for my thinking. She had good legs and a nice rear.
As I watched her, she bent over to pick up a piece of paper from the floor. The white uniform rose high and I caught a glimpse of her flesh above the white nylons. As she straightened, she turned toward me. I looked up and found her clear, blue eyes on me. I was unable to look into them. I didn't know why. The hint of a smile curved her full lips before she left my office to return to her own desk.
Had I read something in that smile? I wasn't sure, but I had the feeling she was aware of my thoughts. Uncomfortably, I waited for her to usher in the first patient of the day.
All morning long I saw infants and slightly older toddlers, fraught with minor illnesses and seasonal colds. I found myself becoming angry with anxious mothers for bothering me with such mundane things as babies cutting teeth, or children whom they thought should be walking at nine months because they knew of a child who had started two months earlier than that.
How I made it through that hectic morning is beyond me. The afternoon was not as bad, but I still had to force myself to concentrate on my patient's problems, minor as most were. Fortunately I did not have a patient over the age of seven. If I had, I know I would have given in once more to my warped desires and fondled their young bodies. If the girls were completely flat breasted, without the rounding out of approaching womanhood, I wanted nothing sexual to do with them. The ones with the small, budding breasts, the sparse beginnings of pubic hair surrounding virginal vaginas, were the ones that tortured me. Those were the ones I ached to feel.
The day finally ended and I was weary. Ready to drop into bed and sleep twelve hours. But I was not finished. I knew that as soon as Miss Jervis stepped into my office.
"Will you see one more, Doctor?" she questioned, arching her eyebrows in a knowing expression.
"No," I said flatly. "Tell them to see another doctor. I'm too tired tonight."
"It's the young lady from yesterday," she said, smiling at me, and I suddenly felt she might be aware of what I was doing with my small patients. At first I didn't know who she meant.
"The one with the leg pains," she said, then lowered her voice. "The sexy little thing."
I must have jumped, because she gave me another knowing smile and ushered the girl in. Maria came in shyly, as before, sitting in the chair beside the desk without being asked. Again I watched as she crossed those fine legs beneath the mini-skirt.
"Will you need me?" the low voice of Miss Jervis came to me. I looked up to see her eyes roving about the girl's back.
"No," I answered with a hoarse voice. Then suddenly I said, "Wait, yes, I might need...." I struggled with myself, wanting her to stay in the room with me, to protect me from what I might do with Maria if we were left alone. Miss Jervis looked quizzically at me, that knowing smile turning into a smirk. She waited, and I finally said, "No, you can go." I was lost. I could not resist being alone with Maria, to handle her body, to see it again as she quivered in passion.
Miss Jervis smirked openly at me and left, closing the door behind her.
"What's wrong now, Maria?" I inquired of her, this time not even asking for a note giving me permission to see her. I found that I was happy she was here. Elated to see her beauty again.
"My legs still hurt," she said with that shy voice.
I looked down automatically and saw she was wearing shoes of a good make, ones with built-in arch supports. I let my eyes travel up the golden flesh to the exposed thigh. She was twisting her hands about in her lap, nervously. She wore a white blouse, one of those see-through things, and I could easily make out the frilly, lacy bra cupping her breasts.
"But you haven't given them enough time, Maria," I told her. "It may take weeks, or even several months, before they stop hurting."
She did not look at me, as before. I saw a pink blush come over her face as her lips worked soundlessly. Finally she blurted out, "Don't you think you should look at ... look at them again, Doctor?"
Her statement came as a surprise to me. I knew she had enjoyed my masturbation of her the previous day, but I had no idea she had enjoyed it so much that she would deliberately return to my office and attempt to get me to repeat it. Now I understood why she had waited until she was sure my patients had all gone home before coming in.
"I don't think so, Maria," I said, still struggling against the desire to ravish this young beauty. "I don't believe there is any need for me to do that."
As I watched her, I saw small tears form at her eyes, and she sniffed quietly as she wrung her hands about in her lap. Suddenly I felt pity for her, and I was sorry that I had told her there was no need for me to repeat the examination. The thought came to me that she might be experiencing real pain, and if she was, I certainly was obligated to try and alleviate it.
"All right, Maria, go into the treatment room," I sighed, knowing I would fondle her once more. But I was determined to try and find the cause of her pain before I let her sexuality overwhelm me. I waited for a moment, trying to collect my senses, watching her get to her feet and move to the other room. I noticed that the tears had dried, and she now had a happy expression on her face, though she was still flushing slightly.
After a bit, I rose to my feet to follow her into the examination room. As I stepped through the door, I saw that she was already lying on the table, the white sheet molded to her young body. Once more she had hidden her eyes behind the covering arm. If I had had any doubts before, I had none now. She had undressed and prepared herself for me without being told. I knew then she was here for one thing, and that was for me to fondle her body again. She no more had leg pains than I. I stepped to the table and looked down at her. I lay my hand gently over her covered pubes and asked her, "Is the problem here, Maria?" carressing her through the sheet.
"Yes, sir," the shy voice floated up as her slender body quivered beneath my hand again. I rubbed around this covered pubic region for a moment, knowing now she had returned for this reason alone. Excitement built up in me, and I became eager to get my hands on her naked flesh. Now that we understood each other perfectly, there was no reason for pretense. I took the sheet from her body and left her completely exposed. When she felt the sheet pulled away, her slender legs parted. Such beauty could only have been created to provide the pleasure I now felt!
With no hesitation now, no fear at all, I began running my hands about her nakedness, feeling every inch of that delightful skin. She quivered in anticipation when my hands brushed at the dark, soft pubic hair. When I ran my fingers into it, she spread her legs wider, much wider than yesterday, so that now her legs were dangling from the table.
"God, Maria," I whispered. "You're beautiful."
Her lips parted as if to answer me, but she only gasped at the thrills my fingers were causing in her young body. I cupped a breast in each hand, fondling them for a moment. Unable to hold myself back any longer, I bent my face to them. I kissed at the soft yet firm mounds of flesh, running my tongue about them so I could taste each pore, using my lips and tongue on the undercurvings to lick and kiss upward until I could taste that erect nipple. It burned against my lips, and I parted them to suck it inside my mouth. I took as much of her small breast as possible, my tongue twisting about it, licking it to a fuller erection. I went from one delicious breast to the other, sucking and licking each in turn. Maria trembled and squirmed beneath my lips, while my hands ran feverishly about her naked skin. I was so excited, my penis was throbbing with its rigid erectness.
Pulling my lips from the feast below them, I turned my attention to her smooth, slender thighs. My hands moved about them freely, feeling and probing the firm muscles. The inner portion of her thighs was a real delight to touch. So silky and smooth. Once more I bent my face downward. I kissed the flesh above her knee while I fondled the other thigh. With the touch of my lips on her thigh she shook violently, but did not protest this lingual attention. Using lips and tongue, I worked about her thigh, tasting and relishing her thirteen-year-old body. Sliding my lips upward, licking the inner side of that smooth thigh, I was met by the softly curling pubic hair. As my tongue licked around it, just at the edge, she gave the first indication of fear. Her body jerked away, and her hand moved to try and stop my head in its flight. Ignoring it, I continued licking, reaching to the deep navel and dipping my tongue into it. I could hear her labored breathing and feel her quivering beneath my lips. She was as excited as I was.
Passion drove me forward, pushing me from behind, pulling me from in front. I was controlled now by the raging lust in my mind and body. Nothing could have stopped me now!
Raising my head a bit, I looked down at the soft, hairy line of her virginal vagina, seeing the curvings of her buttocks beneath. My hand moved to it, fingers sliding over the throbbing clitoris to dip between the wet lips. I wasn't too surprised to find that my finger slid into her hot vagina with ease. I had almost suspected she was no virgin. When my finger entered her, she raised her small hips up to meet it. As I worked it about, feeling the slick inner membranes, pulling out and diving in, copulating her with my finger, she worked her hips up and down with me. She was extremely wet, and I realized she was one of those females that secreted copiously when aroused. I watched my finger move in and out, using my other hand to move about the throbbing clitoris. It was a pretty sight, her buttocks bouncing up and down, aiding me in my fingering of her sexual organs.
But I would not be satisfied this time with simply masturbating this beautiful young girl. This time I wanted more! I wanted to enjoy her to the fullest. Pulling my finger from the wet orifice, I moved my face close to it, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her heated femaleness. It was a heady scent. An exotic perfume that filled my nostrils, and caused the blood to boil in my veins. She had a lovely vagina, even if she had been used before. As if sensing my intention, Maria raised her hand and attempted to cover the small orifice. I removed it, and before she could struggle against me, I pressed my mouth tightly to the wet vaginal lips. I heard her gasp out a soft word. "No. Oh, please," she whispered. "That's dirty, Doctor." I paid no attention to her, kissing those sweet lips with abandon. My tongue moved out to trace the line of them, starting at the very top, where her clitoris throbbed. Down I licked, her fluids filling my mouth. I licked down that line until I reached the tender, sensitive perineum. I would have gone farther yet, and licked into the very crack of her buttocks, if she had not been twisting about so much!
Settling at the wet, hot orifice of her vagina. I began to kiss and lick it slowly, feeling her body relax as the pleasurable experience took over. From the angle at which I was standing, I had my face between her thighs so that my nose was almost between her buttocks. That tiny protrusion of flesh beckoned to me, and I worked at it gently, drawing it between my lips to let my tongue twirl about it. Sucking on her tiny clitoris had caused her passion to inflate so greatly, she forgot about what I was doing as being dirty.
I have performed cunnilingus upon a fair share of females, most of them near my own age. But doing it now on this thirteen-year-old caused my mind to whirl with multicolored lights of lust. Running my hands about her slim hips, I grasped a buttock in each, my fingers digging into the deep crevice between. I lifted her pelvis up so that I could perform better. Maria now liked what I was doing to her, and she helped me to elevate her pelvic area. Her buttocks were so small, they fit perfectly into my palms. I now had her up and spread wide, and my face was buried deeply into the junction of her thighs. God! The taste of this young vagina, and the tight buttocks in my hands were the greatest!
I sucked mightily on her throbbing clitoris, then moved my tongue down to delve deeply into the wet orifice, tonguing it in and out like a small penis might during copulation. I felt her wriggle beneath me, indicating delight with what I was doing. She was making small sounds from her parted lips, moaning and puffing as she strained in oncoming climax. Realizing she was close, I worked my tongue in and out swiftly, now and then going back to suck on the small clitoris.
"Uh, uh, uh, oh, oh," she moaned at me. "God, oh God! Goo ... goo ... good!" And this was the little girl that had tried to stop me from performing cunnilingus on her! Her hips rotated and jerked about beneath my sucking, licking mouth as she went over the peak. I felt the first quivering of those sweet lips. Then she erupted with a tremendous climax that was so similar to a man ejaculating that I almost believed she really had. I continued licking delicately until she had finished. Then I pulled my mouth from her. I was surprised to see that she was still holding her arm over her eyes.
Although I had given her a mighty release, I had certainly done myself no good. I was aching to release the boiling semen in my testicles. Maria was not a virgin, so I did not see why I should suffer any longer. I lay a hand over one small breast lightly. "Maria," I said as softly as my rampaging lust would allow me. "Would you mind if I ... if I entered you?"
"What?" she whispered.
"Can I enter you, Maria?" Then thinking she did not understand, "I want to put my penis into you, sweetheart."
"All right," the soft voice spoke shyly.
Eagerly I pulled the smock from my body, undoing the belt of my trousers and pulling the zipper. My penis was waving heavily as my pants dropped to the floor. I was about to realize a long-time desire! To copulate such a young girl, a girl with almost virginal lips between her thighs. I could not get to her while she was in the position she was, her legs hanging over the sides of the examining table. She was completely exposed as before, so I placed my hands on her slim hips and pulled her to the edge of the high table. Looking down at her pretty vagina, still wet from my mouthing of it, I was tempted to lick it once more before I actually entered it with my stiff penis. Holding the base of the rigid organ, I moved toward her until I was standing between her widely spread thighs. The swollen head of my penis touched at the wet lips and I felt her heat on it. Her small body trembled as the tip slid smoothly into her. Any fear I may have had about being too large for her was gone when I saw the ease with which she took my penis. It stretched those young vaginal lips wide open. She was tight, but there was no trouble at all. The heat and the tightness of that young vagina almost caused a premature ejaculation, but with a strong effort, I controlled myself. I did not want to get this far into her and then lose the pleasure of copulating such a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl.
Making certain she was in no pain, I worked my penis deeper into her. From my standing position, I could look down and watch our connection, which heightened my pleasure. Moving deeper into her until I was fully inside, I felt the tip of my swollen organ touch at her hard, knobby cervix. Her small body shuddered as if in pain. I quickly withdrew until only the head was inside the stretched lips.
"No, oh no, Doctor," she moaned. "Don't take it out. You didn't hurt me. It's nice. It feels good in me. Do it to me. Please do it to me!"
Even as she panted out this request, she kept that slim arm about her eyes, never looking at me once. Plunging my penis into her once more, I found she was raising her hips up to meet the thrust, and as I pulled out, so did she. Maria not only had copulated before, but she had also done it enough times to know the rhythm! Placing my hands on her slender hips, I worked mine back and forth, watching as my penis drove into her. The tightness was so wonderful, I wanted to ejaculate immediately. My testicles slapped at her spread buttocks as we worked in and out, backward and forward. I watched her abdominal muscles tighten, as she strained to meet the thrusts I was giving her, and then relax as she brought her buttocks down on the outstroke.
This highly unprofessional behavior with my young patient did not last long, so aroused was I. After no longer than two minutes I found myself unable to hold the boiling eruption back. My penis jerked within her tight confining vagina and unleashed such a volume of semen, I felt I would be drained for all time. Even as I ejaculated into her, I could feel the clenching and relaxing of her vaginal muscles, and I knew that she had climaxed for the second time that evening. I almost fell across her naked body when I was finished, so weak had I become. Withdrawing my wet penis and reaching for my clothes, I saw Maria pull her arm up from over her dark eyes and peek at me. When she saw I was looking at her, she quickly covered them, flushing a deep pink.
She had kept her face covered like that all the time we had been connected in fornication, and again I wondered about her excessive shyness. Once I had dressed, not wanting to cause her further embarrassment, I went into my office and sat down. Shortly Maria came in and sat down in the chair near the desk.
"Why are you so shy, Maria?" I questioned her.
"I don't know, Doctor," the shy voice said. She once more held her hands in her lap, twisting them about nervously.
"You came here tonight," I said as gently as possible, "to have me touch your body again, didn't you?"
Tears welled up in those dark, lovely eyes again, and she was biting at her bottom lip. I had to strain my ears to hear her. "Yes, sir."
"Why did you come to have me fondle you?"
"You were kind to me," the soft voice sobbed. "You were kind and gentle. You didn't hurt me, and you thought I was pretty."
"But, Maria," I began to get an inkling of why she was so shy. "I didn't just think you were pretty. You are pretty. You are a lovely young girl, and you should not be so shy."
"I'm not pretty! I'm ugly!" She almost screamed the words at me. "They said I was, so I am. And you know it! But you were gentle with me. You made me feel good! You weren't mean and cruel to me, hurting me like he did!"
I was taken aback at this outburst, but I realized that she was insanely accusing someone, some person, of making her believe she was actually ugly, and apparently some man had injured her in a sexual way. Pity for her came over me. Not a sexual feeling now, but real compassion for this young girl. Someone had not only injured her physically, but also mentally. I moved from my desk and kneeled at her side. I placed my arm about her quivering shoulders, hugging her tightly to me, kissing the tears as they streamed down her lovely cheeks.
I found out that she had a mother who was always bringing boyfriends home to spend the night. She was a vain woman, from what Maria told me, and jealous of the lovely daughter now sprouting into womanhood. Apparently her mother was fading and she had seen how her men were looking at her daughter. She had begun telling the girl how ugly she was. How no one could actually stand to look at her. As for her physical contacts, I was the second male to have copulated with her. The first man had been cruel in his desires. He was the boyfriend of her mother, and had taken the girl violently, making her do his bidding. No wonder Maria had thought that I was kind and gentle!
"When you saw me naked, I peeked at you and I thought I saw something in your eyes," she sobbed as she wrapped her arms about my neck, crying on my shoulder with low sobs. "I thought you found me pretty, then. When your fingers touched me with a gentle feeling, I naturally wanted you to touch more of me. No one has ever touched me like that before!"
I let her cry out her bitter hate against the mother and her boyfriend, holding her, trying to soothe her as best I could. She told me how her mother refused to allow her out of the house except to attend school, not wanting any eligible males to see the beauty that was her daughter, afraid she would lose their attentions.
"Do you really think I'm pretty, Doctor?" her eager voice asked, wanting me to say yes. How could I say differently? She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen! I assured her of this and received a wet kiss on the cheek. "And can I come to see you again? We can do what we did today. I'll let you do it to me all the time. Even with your mouth."
I laughed at her eagerness. "Did you like what I did with my mouth, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes, Doctor," she sighed, the tears stilled now. "I thought it was nasty at first, but anything that felt so good could not be dirty."
After a few more moments, she stood up to leave. I walked with her to the door and opened it for her. She barely came up to my shoulders with her lovely head. At the door I patted her on one small buttock and kissed her cheek once more. This time she was not as shy. She turned her pretty face up to me, smiling widely with those pouting lips, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Do that again," she said, still looking into my eyes.
"Do what, sweetheart?"
"Pat me." She seemed anxious for this attention. I placed my hand on her buttock and patted it lightly, but soon began massaging instead. She smiled up at me as I did this, and I knew she had better be going or I would become aroused again and take her right there at the door.
THREE
As tired as I was from the tremendous climax I had experienced with the thirteen-year-old beauty, I was unable to leave the office. Pressing papers lay on my desk. Papers which had to be signed prior to the next day's work. Charts to be reviewed, and the many endless bits and pieces which make up a physician's long day. Contrary to public opinion, a doctor has many chores other than seeing, diagnosing and treating patients. There are piles of paperwork, all part of the patient's treatment, such as insurance forms and laboratory and radiological studies, which consume a large part of his day.
And, for the first time in months, I was able to sit at my desk and work without the terrible tension. The tension of my lust, the unrealized passions I had been building up for the young girl had now released me. I was able to work in peace, with a clear mind, knowing that Maria would indeed return to me, and I would possess her again and again. The guilty feeling was not as bad, now that I had accomplished the act. To be sure, a twinge of guilt struck me now and then as I worked, but the security of her young passion, her willingness to participate in intercourse with me, caused it to pale considerably.
The sound of the door opening caused me to look up as I was finishing the last chart. Miss Jervis stood there, a knowing smile on her full lips. "Forget something?" I asked, feeling the sweat break out on my forehead at the thought of her opening that door an hour earlier!
She moved into the office and sat in the patient's chair, still smirking, as she had earlier when she had ushered Maria into the room. Miss Jervis had never acted so familiar in my presence before, and I looked up in surprise. She had always maintained a strict doctor-nurse relationship, even when hinting broadly at her availability.
"No, Doctor," she smiled wickedly. "I didn't forget a thing." She let her eyes burn into mine. "But you did."
"I did?" I could hardly answer, and I had to lower my gaze from hers, unable to face what I saw in those cold, deep blue eyes.
"Yes, the door."
She was right! In my eagerness to possess Maria, I had forgotten the door. It had remained unlocked all during our illicit activity. Not only could Miss Jervis have come into the room, but any other number of people! I saw my life crumble, shamed before my friends and fellow physicians. A cruel laugh erupted from her when she saw the defeated expression on my face. "Afraid, Doctor?" she sneered. "You better damned well be! I saw everything you did with that little fluff! I saw you lick her twat, and dip that wick of yours into it later."
"Oh, no," I barely whispered, the horror of what she knew and saw filling me, turning my intestines to jelly.
"Oh, yes," she said, with an evil grin showing her white teeth, enjoying my discomfort. "And you thought you were getting away with something yesterday, also. I saw you rub Jenny's little snatch!"
"You know it all?" I could see myself completely ruined, unable to practice medicine because of my desire for young girls. I would not be able to face myself, let alone my associates.
"You bet your sweet ass I know it all, Doctor," she continued. "I also know damned well that I've given you every opportunity to have me. I can't believe you prefer those little twits! When I saw what you did with that Jenny, I was sort of amused, but I really got suspicious when you dismissed me so swiftly last evening. After all, the girl had leg pains, and I should have stayed for an examination. Thinking about it last night, I figured you probably didn't examine her. But when she waltzed her cute ass in here again tonight, just when everyone else had left ... Figure it out yourself, Doctor. You got a little flustered, and that tipped me off that I could be missing out on something juicy."
My head dropped to the desk, covered with the cold palms of my sweating hands. I was ashamed to even have her look at my face. Then it came to me! She had not turned me in to the authorities! She had returned after Maria had left, so it was possible I could bribe her in some way. "What do you want, Miss Jervis?" I asked in a quavering voice. I didn't have much money, but I would beg, borrow and steal, if necessary, to keep my practice, and what dignity I had remaining.
The question brought a peal of laughter from her throat. "Oh, I don't want anything, Doctor. At least you can't buy me off with money. No, sir!"
"What, then?" God! I would do anything short of murder to still her mouth.
"You, Doctor," she smiled widely at me. "I want you."
"Me?" So surprised was I, my head lifted and stared at her. "What in the world would you want with me?"
Again the cruel laughter came from deep inside her throat. The idea came to me that it would have been a sexy sort of giggle if we had been in a different situation. "You should see your face, Doctor. No, I don't want to marry you, so get the scared expression off that handsome face."
"Then tell me, for God's sake," I pleaded, feeling the whimper in my voice, ashamed of having myself placed in such a passive position by this woman. "Don't toy with me!"
"Well," she said, pressing a long finger to her chin and looking at me thoughtfully. "To begin with, you can stop acting so high and mighty with me. And the next thing you can do is feed me a little bit of that cock you have down there."
"I ... I can't," I moaned.
"And why not, Doctor?" her voice turned hard. "Listen, you dick-head, and pay attention. I know I am attractive, and I have everything any of your little snot-nosed kids have, and I know a hell of a lot more about the action. I like a hard one myself, now and then, and I've wanted to try yours for size since I started working here. Now, either I get it, or you can damned well kiss your ass goodbye!"
She left no doubt in my mind that she would actually spill the story if I did not do as she asked. I shamed myself further by allowing her to see me shake violently with fear.
"Come on, Doc," she sneered. "Don't tell me you can't because it won't get up! Hell, I saw that thing ready to split no longer than an hour ago. Or is it because you can't get it up with a real grown woman?"
That was only part of it. When a man is scared, it is very doubtful that he can erect, even with the stimulus of an attractive woman. I had heard, or read somewhere, that men actually erect suddenly and ejaculate at the moment of violent death, but I know that they do not during a peaceful expiration. In any event, it is obviously a reflex action, not an erotic one. At this particular time I was scared.
"Look at me, Matt." Her voice was no longer hard, but soft and seductive. She arched her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forward. "These are real, not pieces of foam rubber. And they aren't little bitty knobs, either, like Jenny's and that Maria kid's." Her breasts filled the white uniform she still wore, and for the first time I really saw them. Until now, she had been no more than a very efficient nurse, almost like a piece of equipment. She stood up, close to my chair. "And these are pretty good, too." She lifted the uniform skirt, showing her thighs to me. They were long, but heavier than I cared for. She exposed herself further, showing white panties which clung tightly to her hips, the slightest hint of pubic hair darkening them at the crotch. Slipping her hands into the waistband of the tight panties, she began rolling them down. Her hips were well rounded and she wriggled them slightly as the panties came down. She left them at her knees, still holding the uniform high. "See this twat, Doc. It can do a hell of a lot more than any piece of fluff who waltzes her little cunt in here."
"Please, do you have to be so crude?" I had to admit that she was attractive, with a nice mass of pubic hair, yet she did nothing for me. I was unaroused by her nakedness.
"Crude," she sneered at me again, the skirt dropping down, covering her thighs. "Don't talk to me about crudeness, you child fucker!"
I winced at the name, knowing what she had said was quite true. I had no right to correct her manner of speech or her choice of words. I was in a trap, unable to get free as long as she held this over my head. She would be able to demand anything, knowing I was in no position to refuse. Oh, God, I thought. She could actually run my life for me! I was a slave to her knowledge, with no hope of ever getting away.
"No longer do I have to drop subtle hints to try and get your attention, Doctor." She gave me the wicked grin again. "I've got you by the short hairs, and by God I'm pulling them!"
I was startled to see her twirl my chair around and drop to her knees before me. She fumbled at the zipper of my trousers and I made a feeble attempt to shove her away from me, but her snarl caused me to take my hands from her shoulders. Once the fly was open, she reached her hand inside and wrapped her long fingers about the soft penis. Pulling it free, she looked at me in disgust.
"Just as I thought," she said, her jeering voice enveloping me like a cold towel. "A grown woman just isn't your bit, huh?" Her hand worked up and down, twisting my flaccid penis about angrily. "Well, there's more than one way to get a prick hard."
Unable to stop her, I sat passively as she began to run her wet tongue about the soft rod before gulping the full organ between her lips. After a few sucks, she pulled her head away, looking up at me. "This will do it every time," her sensuous lips grinned. "Did you know you taste like a snatch?" And down she went again. After mouthing my organ for five or six minutes and finding it still soft, she stood up in disgust. "You have it bad, huh? Well, we'll just have to try something different."
Her remark caused me to wonder as she walked to the instrument cabinet. Then it dawned on me that I had not washed my penis off after Maria had left. But then again, how did she know what a vagina would taste like? The thought left me as I saw her remove a razor and insert a blade. From the bathroom she took my can of shaving cream and sprayed a copious amount in her hand. Then she smeared the soap about the thick mass of pubic hair. Now I understood what she was going to do. As I watched, she shaved her pubic hair until it was all off, except down between her thighs.
"Since you like little girls, Doc," she said, and began pulling her uniform off, "maybe you'll go for my pussy now without all that hair, huh?" Miss Jervis removed everything she had on until she was completely naked before me. "How about it, Matt?" she asked, spreading her thighs and cupping her shaven vagina, outlining it with her fingers. "Look like a little girl's snatch?"
Surprisingly, it did look like a small child's vagina, except that the lips were larger, and she was very moist between her legs. The small tufts of hair remaining caused an erotic appearance.
"Come on, now," she said, and advanced toward me, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement. "Let's get you out of those pants, sweet. When I want a cock, I want all of it, and no fucking thing between me and my skin!"
She stood with hands on rounded hips, glaring down at me, defying me to disobey. With shaking knees, I stood up and disrobed until I, too, was nude. She reached down to fondle my testicles with a hot hand. "Damn, Matt," she hissed from between clenched teeth. "You have some nice equipment. Too good to waste on a young cunt that doesn't know how to take care of it."
She told me to lie on the carpet, which I did. Looking down at me, she licked her lips hungrily, then dropped to her knees and worked her hands over my sexual organs. Without preliminaries, she lay across my thighs so that she faced me. Her wet tongue darted out as she began to lick at my penis, holding it up by the head so she could kiss and lick the under surface. After a while, she started on my testicles. First one then the other she kissed, using that swift tongue to twirl about them. Her lips opened and she sucked first one into her wet, hot mouth, then both of them. Her tongue and gentle suction began to take effect on me. My penis was slowly responding to the erotism of what she was doing. Her eyes twinkled at me as she saw my penis start to stiffen. She had so much of my testicles in her mouth that her nose was at the base of my penis. Despite myself, I was responding to her oral manipulations and her hand, as it moved up and down my half-erected member. The movement of her thigh pulled at my eyes, and I watched as she raised it high, bending her leg at the knee. The small bit of pubic hair, now mostly around the lips of her vagina and disappearing into the crevice between her buttocks, was almost like a young girl's! The lips were not loose, as I had suspected they would be in one her age and sexual experience, but closed, hiding her clitoris. As my eyes took in the sight so close to my face, she moved a hand down between her thighs and pulled the lips open, exposing the moist clitoris. As I feasted on her body, she pulled her lips from my testicles and raised up to suck in my half-erected penis. Her tongue wound about it as she slid her lips down until she had swallowed the length of it deep into her throat. Moving her head up and down, sliding tight lips over the shaft, and licking at the swollen head, she caused my penis to reach full erection in her mouth. Once she had made my penis attain its full strength, she went about fellating me in earnest. Her movements were slow at first, as if she were truly enjoying her mouthful of throbbing penis.
Every time her mouth came up, she would hold just the tip of my prick between her sucking lips and attempt to drive her pointed tongue into my urethral opening. Then she would go down again, her tongue working around and around, licking at the hard flesh. Excited now, I reached out and ran my hand between her legs and over her tight buttocks. She edged closer so I could reach her with ease. I was aroused, but not to the pitch I had been with Maria. I found her mouth giving me a great deal of pleasure, and I looked at her shaved vagina, seeing not a grown woman's but a young teenaged girl's. This helped somewhat.
"Ummm, uuhhh," she mumbled as she dipped and raised on my organ. Her other hand was holding and rubbing my testicles as she performed fellatio upon me, causing further sensations of pleasure to surge through my groin. Her educated, licking tongue seemed to be a flame of fire, darting about, burning my penis as it whipped here and there. It was a swift, butterflying movement, light, yet with enough pressure to make me know I was getting one of the best knob jobs I had ever had. Arching my hips upward, driving my penis into her downward moving mouth, I gripped her buttocks tightly, digging my fingers deeply into the crack. My boiling blood could not take much more of her sucking mouth, and I felt my penis jerk once, then stop. I had ejaculated a small drop of semen into her throat, and this seemed to drive her insane with lust! She began sucking as if in a frenzy of maddened sexual depravity. Again my penis jerked, and this time it did not stop. I began spewing swiftly and heavily into her working mouth. She sucked wildly at the throbbing penis, swallowing quickly, so as to be ready for the next spurt. All the time I was ejaculating, that hot tongue moved about swiftly, capturing the thick semen. Finally, after what seemed hours, I finished my climax. She then lifted her tired mouth from the used organ.
"Not bad for a kid-screwer," she said, licking her lips. "You had quite a load in there, Doc."
"Please," I protested the name she had used. "You have what you want. Is it necessary to continue degrading me?"
"Hell, Doc," she sat up, her legs spread wide, crossed at the feet. "We're just getting started. I like to fuck and suck a good cock, and it seems I've found a loaded one."
I should have known a simple act of fellatio would not have satisfied her. She wanted to drive me further into her clutches. If she would only not be so crude about it, I thought I might be able to accept the rest of it. I had no idea that the prim, efficient Miss Jervis was such a lusty wanton! I had to admit that I had enjoyed her mouth. I began to wonder if I could turn my desire from teenaged girls to full-grown women. If I could, it would solve part of my situation for me. I determined to make the effort with Miss Jervis.
As I considered this possibility, I watched her get to her feet and begin clearing off my desk. I was puzzled until I saw her lie back on it, motioning me to come to her. In my new determination, I stood up and moved between her widely spread thighs. I noticed that they flattened out when she lay in this manner. They were not attractive now, but almost ugly, reminding me of a pair of bloated fried eggs. I moved forward, my penis still soft from her oral attention. She reached down and grasped it, working her hand over it, trying to make me erect. If this was indeed her intention, she would be out of luck. Now, if I had been gazing down on the young, tender body of Maria, or even Jenny, I knew I would have erected immediately. But I was seeing a grown woman, spread wantonly, eager for the connection.
But as I stood there, her hand working my penis, I found it was not the usual connection she wanted. She began to rub the tip of my penis against the entrance to her anus!
"Yeah, Doc," she grinned up at me. "I like it everywhere. I get my jollies taking a cock in me, no matter where. Besides, my ass will be tighter. You can pretend it's a nice hot virgin cunt. Right?"
This was one connection I had failed to add to my sexual education. I found it intoxicating! The idea of entering her rectum caused me to begin hardening again. Her grin grew wider as she felt my penis grow hard. Standing there, looking down at her bunghole, I saw the dark strands of hair at the brown, puckered orifice. Many times I had examined the rectal area of children and adults during my internship, and not once had I given thought to this tiny hole as a place of sexual pleasure!
"How about that, Doc?" she whispered up at me. "A tight asshole will be just like a kid's pussy. And don't worry about me. Hell, I'll come a gallon getting it up my butt."
With my erect penis held between two fingers, she guided the tip to the tight hole and arched her buttocks toward it. My hands on her thick thighs, I pressed, not caring if I hurt her as I entered. I wanted to hurt her, to cause a great pain in her rear for the way she had spoken to me, the names she had used. With a swift lunge, the swollen tip of my organ entered the tight sphincter, bringing forth a grunt of pain from her tight clenched lips.
"Oh, ouch," she moaned. "Damn, oh damn!"
"Hurt?" It was my turn to sneer.
"God, yes!" her eyes were wild as she looked blankly at me, her head rolling from side to side. "Oh, yes, it hurts! More, give me more of it!"
If she thought the tip of my penis hurt, I would show her! I lunged again and felt a pain in the sensitive shaft of my penis. I believed I had torn the flesh. It was now wedged deeply into her tightly gripping anus. My testicles were pressed at her widely stretched buttocks, and my pubic hair tangled with the strands she had not shaved.
"Yiiii ... eeeeiiii...." she screamed softly, biting her bottom lip. "Oh, fuck! It feels so damned big in there. Screw me, you kid-fucker! Drive that cock into my asshole!"
I had not hurt her after all! She was enjoying the pain of my penis inside that tight sphincter! Was there nothing I could do to get back at her? No sooner had the thought come to me when I realized how childish it was. Why could I not simply enjoy this unusual intercourse with her? What was it that caused me to desire the young flesh of teenaged girls? As I stood there, these thoughts flashing through my brain, Miss Jervis was moving her buttocks, causing my penis to work in and out of her rectum.
Finding that her rectum did feel almost like a small girl's vagina, only tighter, I started moving with her. Hunching back and forth, her hips coming up, then down, in rhythm with me, I found that I did desire this type of sexual stimulation! The tightness, the hotness, of her rear orifice filled me with sensations I had not believed existed! It was good!
I looked down at our action, seeing her anus sink in as I drove forward, then pucker out, as if unwilling to release the stiff organ whenever I would pull out for another inward lunge. The closed lips of her shaved vagina twitched as I copulated her rear, quivering in the pleasure it was missing, yet enjoying the feel of the pressure.
"Uhh, uh," Miss Jervis moaned, holding her knees tightly against her flattened breasts. "Feed it to me, Doc! Right up the ass! God, it feels like it'll come right through my stomach and out of my mouth!" Then she giggled, her whole body quivering. "Wouldn't that be great! Put it up my ass, and come out my mouth! Jeez, Doc, I could suck it at the same time!"
I tried to pay no attention to her obscene patter, concentrating on her tight rectum instead. The very strangeness was causing me to feel the semen threaten to erupt! I was working my hips in and out swiftly now, and she was meeting each and every thrust, arching up and down with her buttocks as if I were in her vagina instead. The lips of her vagina were in the throes of violent quivering, and I realized she had been correct in saying she could climax this way.
With a loud explosion of exhaled breath, she suddenly gripped my organ like a vise and then released it. Then again, and again. She was climaxing! And mightily at that. The tightness did its job and I ejaculated deep into her bowels, flooding her rectum with a thin spatter of sperm.
"You can take it out of my ass anytime, Doc," her voice came to me. I had fallen over her naked body from complete exhaustion, almost in a deep faint, from the two successive ejaculations so close together. Lifting myself from her, my penis pulled from the tight confines of her rectum with a soft squish. I fell to my chair, slumping tiredly. Through heavy eyes I saw her widely spread thighs, and the wet vagina, as she sprawled exhaustedly, regaining her normal breathing.
"God, that was great," she said, sitting up on the edge of the desk. "See what I mean about my butt, Matt? You and I can really have a ball, can't we? Hell, I'll be a little girl for you. Anyway, you saw that I like it up my ass."
I grinned at her remark, and she must have taken that as an greement, because her next remark almost jelled my brain.
"And I won't care if you have one of those little patients of yours now and then, but you'll have to share."
"What does that mean?"
"Just what it sounded like, Matt." She moved from the desk and sat down heavily in my naked lap.
"When I saw you with your head between the legs of that sexy dame, the strangest feeling came over me. Why, I was envious of you! I wanted to do the same thing to her! I wanted to put my mouth down there and lick her little cunt like you were doing!"
"A goddamned fairy!" I cried suddenly and shoved her from my lap. She sprawled on the floor, legs wide, breasts flopping from side to side. "A lesbian!"
I saw the explosion in her blue eyes before she began spouting the filth. "Watch your fucking mouth, you bastard! I'm no lez! I've never kissed a cunt yet, but by God, I'm going to now! That sexy little bitch, showing her ass off in that mini-dress is ripe for it. I saw how she twisted her ass when you were mouthing it! I've often wondered how it would be, and now I intend to find out." Her eyes still flashing anger, she stood up, hands on hips, pubic area arched at me. "I've had muff divers go down on me plenty of times, and some of them were damned attractive women. I almost licked one once, but chickened out. But this Maria slut, she's just too fucking tasty looking for her own good!"
I stared at her in amazement! Miss Jervis, this starched, efficient nurse, wanting to perform cunnilingus! The world was crazy!
"That's right, Doc," she said, an evil twist on her lips. "I'm going to eat some of her little snatch, and you are going to help me!"
"Help you! Are you completely insane!"
"Not by a long shot, daddy-o," she hissed. "I want to eat her cunt, and you are going to make sure she goes along with it, understand?"
"How in hell can I do that? This is stupid! We'll both go to prison!" I protested.
"You figure out how, Doc," she began dressing. "And for your own good, you'd better convince her to let me, or you will be the one in prison." She finished dressing, and stood at the door, looking sternly at me. "You have a nice sucking cock, Doc, and we can have a damned good time. Don't do anything stupid, and spoil such a sweet setup."
She shut the door quietly behind her, leaving me sitting naked at the desk. If I thought I had trouble in desiring teenage girls before, I now found I was being ordered by Miss Jervis to pimp for her! Instead of getting myself out of the mire, I was going deeper into the hell I had created. Not only was I tormented by my warped lust, I now was burdened with a latent lesbian who wanted to participate in the action with the young girls I found willing to allow me certain liberties on their young bodies! I was in a trap of my own making, gripped tight inside the cage of depravity.
FOUR
Instead of eagerly looking forward to my work the following day, I found dread in my soul as I entered the office. I was late for the first time since starting my private practice, and Miss Jervis called out a cheery good morning as I passed her desk in the filled waiting room. No sooner had I sat down at my desk than she entered, closing the door. She stepped to the front of the desk and handed me a chart. I glanced at it, seeing a single sheet of paper with her neat small handwriting in the upper corner.
"New patient, Doc." I winced at the informal title. Before the previous night it had always been Doctor, stated with respect. Now I found lewd and vulgar insinuations in the shortened title. I glanced quickly at her, seeing the leering expression in her eyes. "Cute little thing. Thought you might want to see her first."
"Why would I want to do that, Miss Jervis?" I tried to use a stern voice, but I failed miserably. "You know I see no new patients until after all scheduled appointments."
"You see the complaint?" She pressed a slim finger down on the paper, pointing at the small script. "Vaginal itch."
"That doesn't sound like an emergency." I attempted authority. "Why should she be first?"
"I told you." Her voice lowered. "Vaginal itch. And a prettier twat you never saw. Start your day off right, Doc. Feel her up first thing. Then you won't be tired for the day's routine."
"Tired?"
"You know, keyed up sexually."
"Miss Jervis," I said as sternly as possible. "Leave the medical decisions to me, please. I'll see the appointments first."
Her lips clamped tight, a frown creasing her smooth brow. She looked critically at me for a moment, then turned and swished her rounded buttocks from the office. I felt that she had shut the door rather hard, and I made a note to speak with her about her attitude.
The first appointment was swiftly dealt with.
A case of diaper rash on a three-month-old boy. And so it went through the morning. Just before lunch Miss Jervis came in alone, a small frown on her face. "Listen, Matt, you'd better see this girl."
"How many more before her?"
"Two."
"Then I'll see them first." Miss Jervis moved around to stand beside my chair as I completed my report on the last patient. She bent and ran her hand over my lap, testing the possibility of my having an erection.
"Please!" I rolled the chair from her. "You seem to be taking a little too much for granted."
"Fuck you, Doc," she said and moved her hand back down into my lap. "I'll do any damn thing I want. Or I can always do a little talking. Take your choice." Her hand moved about, feeling and cupping, but my penis did not react to her fondling. "You'd better see that little quim out there. She's a cuddly little cunt, and if you don't see her now she's going to leave. Her mother is getting mad, squirming her big ass and looking daggers at me." She grabbed my testicles in her hand and squeezed hard. I groaned with the sharp pain that flooded my groin. "You like the young ones, and here is a great opportunity for you without worry. Now, are you going to see her, or do I rip your balls off?"
I was in no position to argue, and when I answered she smiled wickedly at me, releasing the pressure on my aching organs. As she went out to usher in the child, I looked over what she had written about the girl. She had had a vaginal itch for two weeks, but with no known cause. The mother had treated it with drugstore medications to no avail.
The girl was indeed a cuddly young thing. She was slight of build, with a mass of natural blonde hair worn long and straight. She had lovely blue eyes, which looked knowingly about the office. Her face could only be described as a baby face, yet alluring. She wore a typical mini-dress, and I saw instantly that in a year or so she would have thighs that would drive men mad with desire. Miss Jervis sat her down in the chair and stayed with us, instead of returning to her desk until I called. I questioned the girl and found her complaint not to be an itch but rather a slight burning sensation. Suspicious, I asked her into the examining room. We were followed by Miss Jervis, grinning wickedly behind the girl's back.
As much as I wanted, I could find no logical excuse to have the girl disrobe completely. Now that I had seen the young girl, I was in a frenzy of desire to get my hands on her. My organ was erect beneath my white smock, noticeable to Miss Jervis, who looked for such things now. As the young girl lay back on the table, her feet in the stirrups, Miss Jervis brushed her hand across the erection slowly.
"Miss Jervis," I said, as I saw the young girl preparing herself. "Don't you think you should have the girl remove her panties?"
"I'm sorry, Doctor," she said, trying to stifle a smirk. She stood at the foot of the table and had the girl remove her feet from the stirrups. The usual procedure is to have the patient, if he is old enough, remove his own clothing, but Miss Jervis wanted to get her hands on the girl. I stood mutely as she ran her hands up the girl's small thighs, knowing she was taking her time glorying in the feel of the young, smooth flesh. The girl said nothing, not hiding her eyes, nor even blushing. She was exposed completely below the waist, not having a sheet to cover her.
Standing helpless with my erection, I watched the hands of the nurse slide up the girl's outer thighs to reach the waistband of the pink panties. Hooking her fingers into the elastic, she pulled them slowly. The girl raised her hips slightly, allowing the nurse to slip them down. Once again she had the girl's feet in the stirrups, where she was well exposed to our hungry eyes. The first thing I saw was the deep redness of her vaginal lips. The next was the beauty of her slightly blonde bush. The roundness of her buttocks curving delicately underneath was enough to take my breath away. Apparently Miss Jervis was overwhelmed by the lovely sexual organs also, because she ran her hand over the sensual-looking lips and clicked her tongue.
"What in the world, child?" she questioned. "They're so red!"
I moved to take her place between the girl's thighs, sitting on the small stool. Miss Jervis handed me the vaginal speculum and I greased it with a surgical lubricant. The nurse stood at the table, reached down between the widespread thighs, and unnecessarily placed her fingers on each lip, spreading them for me. The little pliable button of her clitoris was as angry-appearing as the outer lips. As I inched the oiled instrument into her slowly, she winced and pulled her buttocks back.
"Does it hurt?" I asked her, holding still for a moment. I didn't care for the idea of Miss Jervis holding those tender, sore lips open. It was highly unusual. Besides, she had a finger at the edge of the girl's inflamed clitoris, moving it slowly.
"Yes," the whispered reply came.
Once the speculum was inside, I depressed the lever, stretching the small orifice so I could see inside. The membrane lining was red also, confirming my worst suspicions. At the hard knot of her cervix (also a deep reddish color), I saw the thick green oozing substance. Even as I took the swab and inserted it for a specimen, I noticed the finger of Miss Jervis was moving slowly over the red clitoris, causing the girl's hips to work gently. I frowned up at Miss Jervis' excited face. She smiled, as if this were an everyday procedure.
I pulled the instrument from the girl gently. "I'm afraid you have a social disease, dear," I told her as evenly as possible. "You'll have to have an injection of penicillin now, and one in a week. But you'll be all right." I could not resist patting the nice undercurving of one cute buttock as I stood up. I wrote out the order and handed it to the nurse, who had finally removed her hands from the girl.
"Gonorrhea, huh?" Miss Jervis said after the girl had left. "Too bad. She was real eating pussy."
Reluctantly I had to agree with her. Miss Jervis, for all her attractiveness, was downright crude in her speech. Reproaching her did no good. She seemed to get a particular thrill out of speaking that way to me. All afternoon she smirked, leering down into my lap occasionally, going so far as to remark, when we were alone, "How's it hanging, Doc?" Sometimes she would be so bold as to cup my organs and fondle them gently. As the afternoon appointments drew to a close, I found myself becoming eager, hoping I would see Maria again, yet knowing she would also be at the mercy of Miss Jervis. I was not disappointed.
"She's here," Miss Jervis opened the door and whispered. "I'll be right out here, so you better not forget or your ass is in jail."
Maria came in. I was amazed as before by the loveliness of this young girl. As before, she was dressed in a mini-skirt and blouse. Only this time the skirt seemed much shorter. She was no longer shy before me, and looked directly into my eyes with a wide friendly smile on her sensuous lips. Glancing at the door first, she passed up the chair and sat down in my lap, her slim arms moving around my neck. Her hot lips pecked at my cheek as I wrapped her up tightly. My penis was in a high state of rigidity as it pressed against her lovable buttocks.
Once I had this desirable child in my arms, I forgot about Miss Jervis! That is how much I was enamoured of this delectable thirteen-year-old child!
"Don't you want to feel me, Doctor Gonter?" she asked, her voice shy, quivering slightly. "Don't you like me anymore?"
"Why, honey?" I said, realizing I had not so much as touched her breasts yet. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you haven't touched me. You haven't put your hand under my dress and felt me."
I had to laugh at her statement, yet she seemed hurt that I had not literally grabbed her sexual organs as soon as she had entered. I placed a hand over a small breast to reassure her.
"That's nice," she smiled, and pressed her lips down onto my cheek again. "I wore this skirt just for you because I know you like to look at me."
I ran my hand over a smooth thigh as she wriggled her small buttocks against my erection. High up, the flesh was warm. She spread her thighs slightly so I could dip my fingers down between them, feeling the moistness at the crotch of her panties. She sighed her warm breath at my neck as soon as my fingers brushed gently over the covered lips. "Did you like what you did to me, Doctor?" her shy voice whispered. "I mean what you did with your mouth down there?"
I squeezed her tightly, inhaling the fresh, young fragrance of her body. "Very much, Maria."
"Then, maybe...." Again the shyness. "Well, maybe I could ... well, do it for you." Her voice was barely audible. The very idea of such a young one doing the act upon my penis caused it to jerk upward with a mighty lunge.
"That won't be necessary, Maria," I told her, but I didn't mean it. My mind was aflame with the desire for her pouting lips to wrap themselves about my organ and her pointed pink tongue to lick me.
"But you were so nice to me," she whispered. "And it was good. I'd like to do it for you. Please?"
I was about to protest, only because I knew that Miss Jervis was in the waiting room. I hoped that Maria thought she had gone as usual as she slipped from my lap. "Please let me do it." She looked up into my face, pleading with her large eyes.
"You may not like it, honey," I said, running my hand through her lush hair as she knelt between my legs, her hand moving to wrap about my throbbing penis. I made no move to stop her, so she pulled the zipper and reached eagerly inside. As her fingers touched my penis for the first time, I reacted with a heavy jerk of my hips. What hot hands she seemed to have. My penis pulled into view and her eyes grew round at its size. The knob was swollen, and the skin stretched tightly. She ran a finger over the tip, testing the smoothness. Then her other hand came up to wrap around it, going up and down in slow, easy strokes. Her face bent close to it until the hot breath from her open lips touched it like a feather. Hesitantly, she pressed her lips to the shaft in a quick light kiss. She smiled up at me shyly, looking for my approval. That wet tongue moved between her parted lips and touched delicately at the tip of my organ, her eyes remaining on mine. A hot light burned in them as her tongue tasted the small bead of clear fluid at the urethral opening.
"I don't know how to do it, Doctor," she half smiled, half frowned. "Maybe it won't be good for you."
"You don't have to do it, honey."
"I want to!" she insisted. "I'm just afraid since I don't know how, it won't be any good to you."
"It will be wonderful, Maria." I patted her silken head, urging it down slightly. "Anything you do will be wonderful."
Again she ran her tongue out and licked at the tip. Encouraged by my hand on her head, she licked the shaft, her eyes on mine constantly, watching my approving smile. As the pointed tongue moved to the swollen tip, she parted her lips and took the full head between them. Her small mouth was stretched open, the corners white. The hot oral cavity of this young girl burned like fire as the tip of her tongue played about my penis. She held the shaft in one small hand, licking and sucking gently. I came close to ejaculating as soon as the head was between those pouting lips, but held myself back with gritted teeth.
My hand on her head urged me forward, so she slid her lips down farther. I felt her tonsils close over the tip and she suddenly gagged, lifting her mouth from me.
But she did not give up. Her lips parted again and enveloped the tip of my penis. Taking half my penis into her tight stretched lips, she did not gag this time. Her eyes smiled up at me, as if to say, "See, I can do it after all." Her small face moved up, her lips sliding over the stretched skin of my organ, her tongue twisting about delicately. Bobbing up and down, she fellated me slowly. I could not keep still. My hips were moving with her. Not enough to choke her, but slowly as she went down with her lovely head, and back as she withdrew. I was on the verge of ejaculation, and not wanting to catch her by surprise, I told her.
"Maria, honey. I'm ready."
She nodded her head gently without removing her sucking mouth. My semen was boiling and I knew there would be plenty of the thick sperm jetting out at any moment. Even as my penis began to jerk about in her mouth, she clamped her lips tightly about it, her tongue moving wildly over the head. Her suction was strong, virtually pulling the sperm out of me. My peak was reached and I erupted into her hot mouth, filling it copiously. The first spurt surprised her, and she opened her eyes wide as she swallowed, still looking up at me. Although she tried to swallow all of the sperm, it was too much for her small mouth to accommodate. It ran between her stretched lips and down the side of my jerking penis onto her hand. Yet she did not remove her mouth, but continued to suck and lick at the volcanic eruption. Her smooth, young throat worked swiftly as the semen continued to flow. When the eruption quieted, she retained her tight grip on the used organ, even after it had become soft in her mouth. Then she pulled away from it, wiping the back of a small hand across her lips.
"See, Doctor," she smiled, eager for my affection. "I can do it for you."
"You didn't have to take the ejaculation, honey."
I patted her head and gave her a Kleenex from the desk. She wiped her hand and then my penis.
"But you did it for me," she pouted. "I wanted to do the same thing for you. I love you, Doctor."
Maria was so starved for affection, she was willing to perform fellatio on me and like it. I felt pity for one so young being denied the love required during the growing process. And at the same time I was happy to have her, to be able to use her sexually, although I knew it could very possibly warp her mental growth. I was helpless in my lust for this young girl, but I didn't let that thought interfere with my deviant activities with her. I cared nothing about her adult sexual inclinations, only that I had her now with me, to possess in any manner I desired.
I noticed then that the door to my office was open slightly and Miss Jervis was looking in at us. I quickly glanced at Maria, who had her back to the door. She obviously had no idea that she had been seen fellating me. I sat there with my penis still out, Maria on her knees before me, and Miss Jervis taking it all in. As I looked back at Miss Jervis, she made a sucking sound with her lips and motioned for me to get the girl undressed. I hesitated having this young girl become involved with my sexually aroused nurse, but when she crossed her hands as if handcuffed, I did her bidding.
"Would you undress for me, honey?" I asked the girl. She nodded her head and stood up eagerly. I watched as she stripped the blouse and bra away. Those wonderful small breasts were so delicious, my mouth watered from wanting to suck them. Smiling with happiness, she stripped the skirt from her slim hips. Her sheer pastel panties made no attempt to hide the dark triangle of pubic hair. Sliding her fingers into the waist, Maria rolled them down her slender hips and kicked them from her feet. Standing naked before me, she shyly placed her hands in front of her, hiding the black mass of hair. Then realizing that I wanted to see her young body, she took her hands away, her downcast eyes filled with modesty.
Her lovely beauty stilled my breath as my heart slammed against my chest. I knew this would be one young girl I could love and enjoy even as she grew older. My feeling for her was changing from pure lust to love. I still yearned for other young girls, but Maria was special.
"Come here, darling," I said with huskiness. "I've got to touch you." She walked to me, her slim hips swaying gently, naturally. I saw behind her the hot eyes of Miss Jervis burning into the backside of this delectable girl. Although I had just ejaculated, my penis was again in a highly aroused state, much to Maria's delighted eyes.
"I'm glad I can do that to you, Doctor," she said softly. "It shows you really do like me."
"I love you, honey," I told her as she reached me. I ran my hands over her hips, then around to cup her small buttocks, which just fit my palms. She was so smooth. So young and firm. I pulled her close and pressed my face into her flat stomach, kissing her deep navel. The scent of her sent my mind reeling!
My hands moved about her, feeling her firm small breasts, then down to her slender thighs and up the inner portion to come to rest at the moist lips of her vagina. She spread her thighs for me, wanting me to feel this small, young-girl part of her anatomy. I fingered the small button, feeling it quiver, obviously sending chills of delight through her nakedness. Slipping a finger between the wet lips, I ran it in and out, watching her hips arch back and forth. My penis was threatening explosion, and unwilling to wait, even knowing that Miss Jervis was watching, I pulled her to my lap, spreading those young thighs wide. She straddled me and lay her face on my shoulder, feeling the tip of my penis enter her willing orifice. She sighed in happiness as it filled her to the fullest, knocking at her hard cervix. Her knees came up to balance herself over my pumping organ, and she began to work her hips up and down energetically. The tightness of her vaginal confines was heaven to me, the way it gripped my rigidness, sending flashing multicolored lights into my overheated mind.
Over Maria's shoulder I saw Miss Jervis enter the office. She moved to stand behind the working buttocks of the young girl, her own hands moving into her covered groin. Her eyes burned with the wild abandoned lust she had for this girl. Even as I watched, unwilling now to stop her, she reached out a hand to feel the girl's bouncing buttocks. I suppose the girl thought they were my hands, because she continued copulating up and down on my organ. I saw the wanton hands of Miss Jervis move over the tight, wide globes of the girl, feeling about, moving between them to rub gently at the puckered anus.
"Honey," I whispered gently. "Stop for a moment. I have to tell you something." The moving hips settled down tightly onto me and she pulled her face from my shoulder, looking into my eyes with the passions that had built up inside her. "I don't know how to say this, honey, but...."
"Just tell the little cunt I want some of her ass, too," Miss Jervis said, her hands digging into the young flesh of the girl's buttocks.
Maria jumped and stiffened at the strange female voice behind her. Fear clouded her eyes, which had gleamed with passion before. She started to lift her hips, pulling her vagina loose from my still hard penis. But the anxious hands of Miss Jervis pressed her back down.
"Don't take it out just because I'm here."
Her hand ran around the front of the girl and fondled a firm breast.
"Your cute ass looks real nice with a hard cock shoved into it."
"Damn you, Miss Jervis," I hissed at her.
Tears formed in Maria's lovely eyes as she realized what was happening. She was afraid now. Afraid of what might happen to her, being caught in such a position with me. I hugged her tightly to me, soothing her as best I could. Saying it was all right. That nothing would happen to her. "The nurse likes you, too, honey, and you just have to overlook her words. She really does like you."
"Damned right, Maria," Miss Jervis said, and ran her hand over the stilled buttocks. "Especially this nice young ass of yours."
The crudeness of the nurse caused a pain to flash through me. I had no desire for this young girl to become corrupted by such talk, although I had no control over it. I was doing enough to mar her for life, and now I had to condone such things as Miss Jervis' words, and the manner in which she wanted to perform with the girl.
"Miss Jervis will be gentle with you, honey," I soothed, running my hand over her trembling back, trying to quiet the soft sobs. "She wants to love you as I do."
"God damn it, Doc," Miss Jervis snapped. "Why don't you tell her I want to eat her snatch and get it over with?"
"What does she mean?" Maria sobbed. "Does she mean ... that ... she wants to...."
"Yes, honey, she wants to do what I did to you yesterday."
"Do I ... do I have to?"
Suddenly, the way she had said it, I knew I would be unable to go through with it. I could not let Miss Jervis corrupt this thirteen-year-old girl. I had done enough to her as it was through my lust, but I was not going to let her become like Miss Jervis!
"No," I said firmly. "You do not have to let her do a damned thing to you, Maria." I glared defiantly up at the big eyes of the nurse.
"Fine," Miss Jervis said, "It looks like you prefer going to jail, Doc. Oh, well, maybe this little slut will send you smokes."
"What does she mean, Doctor Gonter?" The wide eyes of Maria questioned mine, the soft sobs now gone. "I don't want you to go to jail. I like you. You're nice to me."
"It means I'll have him put in jail for fucking a kid, which is you," she sneered at us. "There's a law about men screwing little girls."
"Oh, no!" Maria jumped from my lap, my penis squishing from her wet vaginal orifice. "You can't do that to him. He don't hurt me like that other man. He thinks I'm pretty and he does nice things with me. Please, don't do such a cruel thing to him!"
Miss Jervis looked up and down the small, naked body, her tongue licking her full lips. "Sure, sweetie, sure. I don't have to tell anyone. But it's up to you and him."
"I'll do anything," Maria pleaded. "I'll ... I'll let you do it to me." She was again shy. Unable to look at the nurse.
"Not only do you have a nice little pussy, but you have good sense, too." With this comment, Miss Jervis ran her hand over the small breasts of the girl, eating her up with her hot eyes.
"You won't ... you won't hurt me?" Mario asked with fear. "You like me, too? Am I pretty for you?"
Miss Jervis laughed. "Sure, kid. You're beautiful."
This was all Maria needed. She was now willing to allow this female to perform cunnilingus on her. "I don't mind, Doctor," she said, her eyes asking me for permission. "I couldn't stand for you to go to jail because of me."
"Well, now that it's all settled, why don't we go into the other room where it will be more comfortable?" Miss Jervis eagerly suggested.
Without waiting for us, Miss Jervis entered the examination room. Maria tugged me to my feet, and, penis still waving before me, I followed. Miss Jervis had Maria get onto the examination table, her feet in the stirrups so that her buttocks hung over the edge. She stood between the girl's thighs, her hand running into the dark hairs and down the closed lips of the small vagina. Maria wriggled her hips, indicating pleasure at the touch. She looked at me once, then down her naked abdomen to watch Miss Jervis fondle her sexual organs. Maria was panting in her need, her small firm upright breasts moving up and down.
Taking her fingers from the vaginal lips, the nurse moved to stand at the side of the young girl. She leaned over and pressed her face into the hairiness, inhaling deeply of the scent. Her fingers spread the lips and she kissed the pliable flesh of the moist clitoris. Standing at the feet of the girl, I saw the wet tongue come out and lick down the lips, tasting, smelling and kissing the wet vagina. Despite myself, I found it erotic. I dropped to my knees and began to kiss at those slender thighs, working my way down them to the firm undercutting buttocks. I kissed first one cheek, then the other, letting my tongue lick at her warm, gently quivering flesh. Above my eyes I could see the lips and tongue of the nurse working at the wet hole, in and out, then over the small button, causing Maria's hips to jerk about. Pulling back slightly to get a better look at what I was licking and kissing, thrilling to the sight of the young girl's buttocks, I saw something that amazed me. The licking tongue of Miss Jervis had gotten the young girl so heated that she had let her hand drop from the table and crawl up the white uniform skirt! As the hand moved up the nurse's thigh, the skirt was pulled up also, and soon Maria had her hand at Miss Jervis' hot vagina. She used her fingers to pull the leg of the panties away so she could feel the heated hole. Maybe I had been wrong about Maria all the time! She seemed to be going for the lesbian bit so much that she was willing to feel the woman up!
My organ was rigid with desire as I watched this lesbian display. Pressing my face back onto the gently moving buttocks, I once more licked at them. I spread them wider and ran my tongue over the brown anus. I had never performed the act of analingus before, but the strong pull of the young girl's buttocks had me gripped in such a passion I could not have stopped licking at this puckered hole even if she had suddenly defecated!
Lapping sounds filled the room from the licking tongue of Miss Jervis and my own tongue at the girl's rear orifice. Wet sounds came from between the nurse's legs as Maria fingered in and out of her dripping vagina. Maybe it was the exotic activity, the scents, the sounds, and the fact that all three of us were involved in this far-out act, but something caused Maria to climax with a sudden grunt of lust. It was fast and furious. We had not been mouthing her longer than two or three minutes, at the most.
"I did it. Oh, I did it!" she gasped. "I came! I came! Ooohhh."
Miss Jervis pulled her wet mouth from the young girl's hairy vagina and wiped it. I ceased kissing and licking at the spread buttocks and sat back, still aroused, wanting to ejaculate.
"That wasn't so bad, was it, dear?" Miss Jervis asked the little girl. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Oh, no," Maria gasped. "You're nice, like Doctor Gonter. I loved the both of you doing those things to me."
"See," Miss Jervis sneered down at me. "She likes it. And you had to worry so damned much. Hell, she even had her hand up my cunt, frigging me!"
"I saw," I said weakly, the widely spread and wet sexual parts of Maria still before my face. If Maria was so willing to handle the sexual organs of this woman, then I most certainly had no reason to be afraid of her inclinations. I almost suspected that Maria had been involved with females before. I no longer felt guilty of what we had done with her. She had been extremely willing for us to perform in this way. This did not change my feelings for her, but I had to revise my prior evaluation of her innocence.
FIVE
Thinking over my re-evaluation of Maria, I noticed Miss Jervis run her hand over the still wet lips of this young girl, touching delicately here and there, feeling around the still quivering clitoris, spreading the lips in order to dip a finger inside occasionally. Maria was enjoying the afterplay on her sexual parts, or so it seemed by the slow rotation of her small, girlish hips. Being aware of the sexual deviations we were subjecting the teenaged female to did not dampen my ardor. Instead, my lust was growing by leaps and bounds, not only from the erotic stimulation before my eyes, but the fact that two females were with me, and each more than willing to participate in any sexual act I so desired.
My penis was quite rigid, drooling slightly from its swollen tip. My testicles had a throbbing pulse beat, threatening to spew forth the lava-like semen if I did not place it into one of the orifices of the two females.
"You have a lovely hard-on, Doc," Miss Jervis said, her hand gently massaging the moist lips of the young vagina. Her blue eyes, looking between the widely spread thighs, saw the erection as it jerked gently up and down. "Why not make use of it?"
At this time, I was more than willing to make use of it! Keeping my hot eyes on Maria's small, furry organs, I got to my feet. Dropping my trousers, I swiftly removed the remainder of my clothing. Miss Jervis was the only one who elected to stay dressed. I had intended to connect myself with Maria, getting between her delicious smooth slender thighs, but Miss Jervis had a different idea. She lifted her uniform skirt to her waist and slipped her wet panties down, kicking them from her feet.
"No, you don't, Doc," she said as she saw me move into position. "Not this time. You fuck me now, and then, if you have any juice left over, you can give it to her."
Miss Jervis stepped onto the low stool and reached for my penis. I was so overheated I was delirious with lust, not caring where I placed my organ so long as it was in an orifice of some sort. She spread her thighs wide, her own hands pulling the lips of her shaven vagina apart. She grasped the shaft of my penis and inserted it into the hot confines of her wet hole.
"You stand there, Doc, and enjoy it. I'll take care of the details," she whispered.
Settling down, she engulfed the length of my organ. Her hands came to my shoulders, bracing her body. The white skirt was bunched at her waist, her back toward Maria. The young girl's eyes were wide in wonderment as she watched this act of fornication between two adults. I had my hands on the hips of the nurse, arching backward for further and deeper thrusts. I stood still and let her bounce up and down, driving her vagina up and down my hard maleness.
Maria did not stay on the table alone. Her eyes concentrating on the tight pounding buttocks of the woman, she stood on her feet and started running her small hands about the soft round hips. After exploring the female flesh with her hot hands, she ran them around our two thighs and began to rub and knead at my own jiggling buttocks. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as the vagina slipped up and down my penis. Sex smells pervaded my nostrils.
"Why," Miss Jervis said, delight in her voice, "the little dear is kissing my ass." I could see the young girl's face pressed close to the naked buttocks of the nurse. One small hand left my buttock and ran between our thighs, grasping my testicles. Pulling, squeezing, and rolling them in her small palm as the vagina ate at my penis, Maria was actually assisting me with my climax! With the warm hands tugging at the filled sacks, and the wet hole moving swiftly up and down, I had just the stimuli my burning penis needed to explode with sperm. With a heavy jerk, I flooded into the greedy orifice, feeling it tighten about the shaft as Miss Jervis climaxed with a loud sob.
Too weak to continue standing, my knees buckled and I sat down on my naked buttocks with a heavy thud, the last drop of semen spurting upward as it left its warm cavity. Immediately, Maria came to me, crawling between the spread legs of the nurse. This little girl amazed me once more! First she had accepted the cunnilingual attentions of another female, and had used her hands on the woman's vagina. Now she bent over on hands and knees, her pointed tongue licking at the wetness around my soft organ.
"Look at the little cunt," Miss Jervis said hoarsely. "Can't get enough of it!"
Those were my feelings exactly. Maria, now that we had totally introduced her to the byways of sexual pleasure, had encircled completely the myriad sexual ways which we had visited upon her young body! I did not attempt to stop her licking tongue, so fired with lust was I. I thrilled to the feathery touch of her small tongue working about my soft penis, cleaning me of semen and vaginal fluids.
The thirteen-year-old girl would have stayed with us all night if I had not decided she should be home at a reasonable hour. As it was, she pouted prettily at having to leave us. Watching her dress, the shy smile giving indication of the enjoyment she had received, did nothing to cool my passion. Pulling those sheer panties up her slender thighs, she bunched the short skirt at her waist, holding it there as she smoothed the thin fabric over her tasty buttocks. I could have buried my face into her furry vagina and eaten it with relish!
After Maria had left us, I picked my clothing from the floor, ready to go home and fall into bed from sheer sexual exhaustion. Miss Jervis placed her panties in the large purse she carried.
"Aren't you going to put them on?" I asked.
"Why?" she leered. "Maybe a good breeze will come up and I can give the boys a treat."
I waited until she had left before I closed up the small office. Now that my passion had ebbed to a dim fire, but with lust still riding high in my warped brain, I locked the office and began the short walk to my apartment.
"Doctor Gonter, Doctor Gonter!" a voice called as I turned the corner. Turning I saw a small girl running toward me. She was familiar, and I tried to place her. As she came closer, I realized it was Jenny, the small girl I had given the recent physical. I waited until she had come up to me, watching her thin thighs flash in the setting sunlight, her skirt blowing high.
Immediately the thought of fondling this girl came to me.
"What is it, Jenny?" I asked her as she stopped before me, her small head barely above my waist. My hands started trembling at the closeness of her, and sweat broke out on my forehead.
"My little brother needs some cough medicine. Mother said I should get some from you," the child said.
"But, Jenny," I said, the lust building up inside me, "your mother knows it's after office hours."
"But, Doctor Gonter," she said, not looking up at me, but off to the side, "he needs some very bad, and mother said to put it on our bill."
Suddenly I knew what I was going to do! I was going to get Jenny into my apartment and fondle her. I had to do it. Something was driving me, forcing me, to want this girl in complete sexual embrace! "It's closer to my apartment, Jenny," I said with quaking voice. "You come with me and I'll give you some."
Trusting me, she followed me as I walked with hurried steps, afraid to be seen on the street with her. Afraid I could not control myself until we were in the privacy of my rooms!
Even with the ejaculations I had just experienced, my penis was again strong and hard, throbbing against the wool of my trousers. Jenny entered my apartment without hesitation, innocent of my intentions. Trying to devise some way to keep her with me, I offered her a soft drink, which she accepted. She was extremely careless about her short skirt as she sat in the chair I offered. I pretended to busy myself with some papers, but continued to look secretly at her thin legs. Remembering her response in my office when I had fondled her slightly, I decided to take action.
"How ' is that little pimple on your thigh, Jenny?" My voice did not sound like mine.
"What pimple, Doctor Gonter?" She sipped the coke, looking at me with trusting eyes.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" I turned to look at her. "I found a small pimple on your inner thigh during the examination the other day. I just wondered if it had gone away."
"I never noticed one there."
"Maybe I better take a look." I moved toward her, and in her trusting innocence, she spread her knees wide as I bent down. Pretending to look for it, I shoved her short skirt up until the crotch of her silk panties could be seen. I ran a trembling hand over her flesh as if searching for the nodule. My fingers touched at the warmth of her covered vagina, and I almost went insane with desire!
"You did that when you examined me," she said, but there was no accusation in the small voice. "It felt good."
"It did?" I asked her, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. "Would you ... would you like me to touch you there again?" I had no idea what I would do if she suddenly screamed, or threatened to tell her parents.
"You're not supposed to touch girls like that," she said, her clear eyes looking at me. "It's nasty."
"Now, who told you that?" My hand was still on her thigh, high up so that my little finger touched at the leg of her panties.
"My mother. She said I was not to let strange men do those things to me. It's bad."
"But I'm not a strange man, Jenny," I said, letting my finger move over the crotch of her panties gently, urging her to grow warm. "I'm your doctor, and besides, we can say it's another examination, sort of."
She thought about that for a moment, wrinkling her nose cutely, then she said, with a slow, knowing smile, "Will you give me a dollar?"
God! I would have given her a hundred dollars! I reached into my pocket and handed a dollar bill to her eager hand. "Now, you have to let me undress you and give you an examination, just like in the office."
Jenny did not protest as I lifted the dress over her shoulders. She was not large enough to wear a bra, and those hard small breasts with tiny nipples caused my penis to jerk about as I looked at them. As in my office, she seemed amused at my attentions. She watched every move I made, her eyes following my hands as I cupped the two small knobs and kneaded them. They were no more than small lumps of flesh, but the thrill I received from handling them without fear was so powerful, I almost ejaculated as I felt them. Sitting in the chair with nothing but those thin panties, she was a delight to my eyes.
I pulled her to her feet and, on my knees, so that my head was barely level with those knobs, I pressed my mouth to one and sucked the small, red nipple between my lips. I wrapped my hands about her hips and cupped her delicious, firm buttocks. I went at the child's barely forming breasts like a hungry dog for a bone. First one then the other I mouthed, uncaring except for the delight I was taking with her body.
"Now, dear," I whispered, "we must take off those lovely panties so that I can give you a better examination."
I slipped my hands into the waistband and lowered them to her feet. Jenny raised first one small foot, then the other, as I removed them. She stood before me completely naked now. The small sparse fuzz at her vaginal lips was lovely, as were the pink lips themselves, disappearing between her slender thighs. My hands moved feverishly about her naked body, causing chills of lust to chase up and down my spine. I explored every inch of her, each pore of her flesh.
I kissed the naked abdomen, feeling her young body tremble at my wet tongue as it licked into her navel. My hands moved up and down her tight buttocks, grasping, cupping and feeling them. I bent my head to inhale the fragrance of her girlish cleft. A slight acrid urine smell lingered about it, but this did not deter my desire a bit. If anything, it seemed to enhance my passionate need for her! Sitting on the floor, my face was level with the small lips. Gripping her buttocks tightly, I pressed my mouth to them and kissed her wetly. Jenny must have liked that, because she spread her thin legs enough for my mouth to get closer. I ran my tongue up and down the lips, delving between them to taste the small bubble of her tiny clitoris. Digging my fingers into the warm crease of her buttocks, I felt her anus pucker tightly at the touch, but she continued to arch her small hips toward my licking tongue and kissing lips.
Pulling my face from her, I lay her gently on the chair, pulling her hips forward so that they barely rested on the cushion. Shoving her thighs wide, I gazed into that small, little-girl orifice. Using two fingers, I stretched the pink lips open, seeing the marble piece of flesh glisten in the light. The thin membrane covering the inner portion of the small hole told me she was still a virgin. I was disappointed with this discovery, because I would have enjoyed the feel of her tightness about my penis. Although I lusted after her young body, I did not want to chance rupturing that virginal membrane with any possible resulting pain to her, and very possibly exposure of what I had done, if I hurt her too badly. I had to be content with exploring her orally. After looking at her sexual apparatus for a moment, I again bent forward to lick and kiss it. Keeping it open with my fingers, I dug my tongue into the warm hole, twisting it about inside, feeling the tight membrane. The taste of her eleven-year-old body brought my penis to full erectness, throbbing to be released.
"Would you like to see my thing?" I asked her, my mouth barely touching her vagina. She nodded her head and I stripped my clothing from my heated body hurriedly. Her small blue eyes went wide at the sight of the hairy organ presented for her viewing. I took it in my hand and rubbed it back and forth, masturbating myself as she watched.
"I didn't know it was so big," she said. "It's larger than my brother's."
"Would you like to touch it, dear?" I said, and moved closer as she sat upright. For an answer, she reached out a small hand and wrapped her fingers about it as I had done. She held it tenderly, as if afraid to hurt the hard organ. She felt the length of it, then explored the swollen tip. Her other small hand fondled my testicles, hefting them, obviously wondering about their purpose. I would have given anything to have had her take the tip between her lips. But Jenny had no knowledge of such things.
I allowed her to handle my penis and testicles a while more, then I pulled away from her and again dropped to my knees before her naked body. Her creamy thighs beckoned my lips, and I heeded the call. I kissed at the smooth inner surfaces, using my tongue to lick them until I tasted the moist lips of her vagina.
Turning her gently, I had her on her abdomen, those lovely, tight buttocks facing me. Feverishly, I kissed them, tasted them, licked them. My tongue moved into the crease, my hands spreading it so that I could reach between and delve at the tight anus. My lips closed about the puckered orifice, and I sucked as my tongue moved about it. I had no mind now. Performing analingus upon this eleven-year-old body was almost too much. I had to have more! I could not risk entering her vagina, and I dared not attempt to copulate her anal canal, much as I would have liked. There was only one thing I could do, other than attempt to persuade the girl to fellate me, and I was afraid she would balk at that.
"Now, Jenny," I whispered as reassuringly as I could under the circumstances, "I'm going to put this thing of mine between those pretty cheeks. It won't hurt a bit, because I'll just rub back and forth. Is that all right?"
"If it doesn't hurt, Doctor Gonter," the small voice said. I inched closer, my penis touching at the tight, small cheeks. Her buttocks were such deliciously small morsels of flesh, I almost prematurely ejaculated. The tight anus, at least the warmth from it, burned my stretched organ. Placing it against her puckered anus, I pressed close, holding her buttocks closed with my hands. Moving back and forth, I worked my penis through the crease, my teeth clamped tightly as I looked down at her rear end. I had not known this act could be so pleasurable! It was most certainly a wonderful experience between the buttocks of this young girl.
I pulled the swollen head down so it would disappear between those sweet cheeks, then upward until I could see it peek from between the flesh. Jenny lay passively, allowing me to perform this deviant act upon her tender, eleven-year-old body. I was close to climax for the third time this evening, and I did not try to hold it back. Grunting and puffing from excited exertion, I groaned aloud as the stream fled from the tip of my penis, spattering over her thin back and into the crevice of her buttocks. I pressed tightly against her buttocks in my ejaculation, my mind swimming in blissful delight.
I went to the bathroom and ran cold water over a cloth. I then cleaned myself and took a cloth to Jenny. She was still bent over the chair, her buttocks wet with my semen. I cleaned her off, wiping into her buttocks so no trace of what I had done to her remained.
"Are you finished, Doctor Gonter?" she asked, turning her head over her shoulder to look at me.
"Yes, Jenny," was all I could say. She seemed so innocent as to what I had done. "Did you like what I did to you?"
"Not the last, but your mouth felt good," she said as she pulled her thin panties on, and then her dress. "I guess you shouldn't have done that with your tongue, though."
"Why not?" I asked her, amused. "You said you liked it."
"I did," she said, smoothing down her short dress. "But I go number two and pee down there and that makes it all dirty."
I could not resist laughing at her naivete. In a sense she was correct, but she would soon grow up with a different view, I was certain. If she had liked my cunnilingual and analingual attentions now, it would be certain she would induce some boy in the future to perform as I had done. I walked to the door with her, after putting on my trousers, patting that cute and delicious fanny. "I'd like to have you come here and visit me again, Jenny. I could do it some more for you if you like. But promise now, it's our secret, all right?"
"Oh, yes, sir," she smiled. "I can keep a secret. If you give me another dollar like today."
I wondered about the child after she had left. She was not from a poor family, yet she so obviously took delight in receiving money. Possibly she did not get much for herself.
After she had gone, I searched my soul for the cause of my warped desires. Why did I lust after the young undeveloped bodies of these girls? The answer eluded me. I could not find the cause. And Miss Jervis was another problem I wanted to understand. What we had done with Maria left no doubt in my mind that I was ill, yet I did not want to cease these activities. At first I had feared and hated what I had been forced to do with the nurse. Now I found her a welcome addition to my perverted desire.
SIX
Throughout the night I wrestled with my conscience, wanting to solve the dilemma I now found myself in. Finally, finding no solution other than turning myself in or seeking psychiatric help, I decided to face up to what I was becoming. I had no desire to run to the authorities and confess myself to be a child molester, nor did I particularly care to unburden my soul to a psychiatrist. I could not face a fellow physician in my shame. Therefore, I had to accept myself and my perversion. If I could be extremely discreet, there was a strong chance I would never be apprehended or exposed.
The following weeks I found myself involved in one episode after another, all of them sexual. Mostly it was with Miss Jervis. She had taken to fondling me between appointments, going so far as to pull my penis from my trousers for a swift masturbation. Not a few times, she would yank my organ out, drop to her knees, and fellate me to ejaculation before showing in the next appointment. I found that I could sustain up to five, and sometimes six, climaxes a day in this way. To be sure, my penis hurt at night, but not so terribly that it bothered me. If anything, I was more relaxed.
No longer did I fear exposure by Miss Jervis, who was quite content in using me and Maria.
Once, even before I had seen the first patient for the day, Miss Jervis entered my office, lifted her skirt and removed her pants. Then she seated herself on my desk, thighs spread widely, and masturbated herself as she cooed her vulgar words to me. It caused such an arousal in me that I leaned forward and licked and kissed at her vagina, which had once again regained its full, bushy growth of hair. I did not mind this at all, even though she offered to keep it shaved for me. I had tongued her to climax, her hands holding my head tightly against her wet vagina as she quivered out the release. Then she dropped to her knees and pulled my organ out, fellating me to ejaculation. Miss Jervis seemed to get a perverse thrill from it all, knowing that we were performing such unconventional acts between appointments.
On one particular day, while I had a squirming three-year-old on the table, and I was trying to diagnose a case of bronchitis amid wild howls of protest from the infant, the nurse had stood beside me. I felt her hand on my fly, fumbling at the zipper. Finding it, she pulled it down and dipped her hand inside to bring forth my penis. The table was high enough so that I was hidden, and this female masturbated me as I performed my examination. Her hot hand moved about my organ slowly, then became swifter as I listened to the heaving chest of the baby. She grinned profanely at me once, then continued her masturbatory movements as if everything were normal.
I knew I could-put a stop to this conduct by admitting the mother into the examination room, but I never started that policy.
Later the same day, as I entered the examining room, I found that she had prepared a small four-year-old for me, laid out on the table, completely nude. That wasn't what made me angry, though. What she was doing to the child was completely evil! I liked young girls, but certainly not this young.
Miss Jervis was cooing down at the baby, and, at the same time, rubbing her hand over the tiny clitoris. The child seemed to be enjoying this soothing touch. She was smiling and moving about.
"This has gone too far, Miss Jervis," I said sternly. 'That child is nothing but a baby."
"Don't shit me, Doc," she continued with her manipulations. "She's small, sure, but she's got a pussy down here, doesn't she? And that's all that matters. Besides, why not enjoy it? After all, she can't really tell her mother about it."
"You are a very wicked female, Miss Jervis," I said, weakening as I watched her hand between the legs of the little girl.
"A good thing for you, too," she winked, "or guess where you'd be now."
She was absolutely right! If she had been the prim person I had first thought, I would most assuredly be behind prison bars now. She pulled her hand from the small vagina and bent her head down, lips and tongue working on the immature sexual organs. Despite myself, I watched. I soon became aroused and ran my hand up Miss Jervis' thigh to cup a buttock, digging a finger into the deep crease until I found the well-used anus. She arched her butt out to me, aiding me in running a finger into her rear orifice. I fingered her rectum as she performed cunnilingus on the child.
"Try it, Doc," she lifted her face. "A mighty tasty pussy. Uh-huh!"
The saliva-wet small vagina gleamed at me, and I suddenly wanted to lick it. I had dropped so far into the gutter of sex, I decided I might as well go even farther, if possible. The child was smiling at us, enjoying this erotic attention from two grown persons. She lay with her thin legs wide apart, willing for us to perform. I bent over the small body, and pressing my lips to the orifice, kissed it. A fireball exploded in my body as soon as I touched the child. I began to lick at it furiously, tonguing and kissing the lips, driving my tongue into the small, minute opening. Miss Jervis pulled my hand around to her own wet vagina, and I fingered the bushy hole as I paid my oral homage to the four-year-old child.
Although the little girl could not climax, she certainly appeared to be enjoying my mouth down there between her legs. She squirmed about, and even gurgled now and then. As I was licking at the tiny bubble of her small clitoris, I tasted a salty fluid. I jerked my face from her swiftly, seeing the stream of yellow urine flow up and down onto the floor.
"My pee-pee," the little girl said.
Miss Jervis laughed at my embarrassment in licking the little girl until she had had to urinate. I found nothing at all funny about this, because she had loosed a few drops in my mouth before I had realized what was going on. The doctors of old used to taste urine to aid in diagnosing diabetes, but this was a modern day and age, and I had no desire to utilize such methods.
I stood helpless until the little girl had finished, then examined her, not wishing to go down on her again. After she had left with her mother, Miss Jervis lifted her skirt, pulled the leg of her panties away from her vagina, and saying, "My pee-pee," loosed her own stream of yellow urine onto the floor. With a disgusted look at her, I left her to clean up the puddle.
During the weeks that followed my initial seduction of her, Jenny returned to me twice, demanding the dollar before she would allow me to remove her clothing. The second time she came to me, she used her little hand to masturbate me as I played with her vagina. The third time was the best.
She came to my apartment around six in the evening. I stripped her of the dress and panties and kissed her vagina until she finally felt something. I don't believe I would call it a climax, but she enjoyed it more than the other times. Previously, Jenny had lain there, unmoving, letting me do as I pleased with her eleven-year-old body. But this one time, toward the end, she had begun to shake as if a chill had struck her nakedness. I knew she had felt something close to a climax and I made the most of it. I had been between her legs, on the floor, but when she began shaking, I rose to my knees and pressed my erect penis upon the small clitoris, rubbing it hard. The poor girl sobbed softly and heaved her hips about wildly. It is possible that she had felt the first stirrings of climax in her young life.
After she had rested awhile, I induced her to fondle my organ. I stood before her, my penis close to her face. She used both her small hands on me, and still she could not cover the full length.
"I'll give you another dollar, dear," I told her, "if you will kiss it for me."
"That's nasty, Doctor," she said with a grimace on her pretty face. "You pee with this thing. I don't want you peeing in my mouth."
"Oh, don't worry about that, Jenny." I patted her head as she manipulated my penis. "I won't do anything like that. Go on, kiss it."
"If I do, will you give me two dollars?" her wide eyes looked up at me. "And promise not to pee on me?"
"Promise," I smiled, wanting desperately to feel her small lips on my throbbing organ. She looked down at the hard organ both her hands held. She lifted it and looked at the small urethral hole in the swollen head. Almost as if afraid I would actually urinate, she slowly placed her lips to it. With closed mouth, she kissed the very tip, barely brushing the stretched skin. "Open your lips, Jenny, and kiss it the way I do between your legs," I urged. The small lips parted and she took a little into her mouth. My penis was much too big for her small oral hole, but she clamped her lips tightly about the tip and flecked her tongue over the opening. Finding it not unpleasant, she continued to move her tongue about my penis. I wanted very much to lie down beside her and perform mutually, but I was afraid once she took her mouth away, she would not replace it. She held the shaft with a small hand and cupped my testicles in the other. Seeing her pretty young face doing such an act for what was probably the first time in her life caused me to boil with impending eruption. Placing my hands on the sides of her head, I held her tightly, feeling her tongue thrill the swollen glans, knowing I was going to ejaculate into her mouth at any time. A battle raged inside my numbed brain as to whether I should do this or withdraw. But lust won out. I began spewing forth my semen a moment before Jenny became aware of what was happening. Once she did, she struggled to be free of the spurting volcano that was causing her to gag and choke. I held her tightly, unwilling to release her head until I had finished, yet knowing she was choking from the thick stuff. Finishing my rape of her mouth, I allowed her to become free of my hands. She wiped the back of her hand over her wet mouth, and looked reproachingly at me with her wide innocent eyes.
"You promised you wouldn't pee in my mouth," she accused me, "and you did after all. You're nasty, and I'm not going to ever come here again! I might get sick, because I swallowed some of it. I won't ever, ever come to see you anymore! I never pee'd in your mouth."
"But, Jenny," I said, sitting down beside her and cupping a hard, immature breast. "I didn't pee in your mouth. A man comes when a girl does that to him. And you won't get sick at all. Why, you may even learn to like it this way."
"Never," she said, and spit onto the carpet. "It's nasty and I won't ever do that to anybody again!" She pulled away from me and slipped her panties over her small hips. "I won't tell anyone what you done to me because mother would beat me, but I won't ever, never come here to see you again!" Her dress on now, she slammed the door as she left, leaving me sitting naked and alone. She had been so angry with me, she had forgotten the two dollars I had promised.
Needless to'say, Jenny never again returned to me for medical advice, or for her physicals. I often wonder what she had told her mother as to her reasons why she no longer wanted me for her doctor. It is enough to know she has remained silent about what I had done with her.
by this time, though, I had found another young girl willing to allow my liberties. Maybe I should say Miss Jervis found the girl. I had seen the girl three or four times in the past for minor colds, but had paid no particular attention to her. She was not an exceptionally good-looking girl. She had acne on her face from eating too many sweets, and she was as thin as a rail. Her clothing was worn, but clean. I knew there could not be much money in the family, because as yet I had received no fee for my treatments. I found out about her willingness to be fondled in an unusual way. She had come to the office during the latter part of the afternoon, complaining of chest congestion. Since the girl was only twelve, it was necessary for Miss Jervis to be with us. So we could listen to her chest, the girl had stripped to the waist, and was holding a sheet over her small breasts when I entered the examining room. No sooner had I entered than Miss Jervis said she had forgotten something. She left without my saying anything, and I stood with the girl, asking routine questions. When did the cough start? Does she produce sputum? Is the cough tight?
Suddenly, the girl dropped one hand and grasped my penis and testicles tightly. The sheet dropped from the small but well-formed breasts. Her nipples were large for such a small girl, set in wide pink circles. I jerked backward from reflex, not expecting such an abrupt advance from one so" young. They normally are not inclined to do this sort of thing, but most young girls will allow a man to make amorous advances to them. She giggled when I jumped, her hand tightly holding
"Young lady," I gasped in surprise. "What do you think you're doing?" Seeing the shocked expression on my face, she released me and looked down shamefully.
"But, Doctor," she said, as the red color flooded her face, "Miss Jervis said you would like me to do that."
"Miss Jervis!" I cried out. Turning from the young girl, I entered my office to find the nurse sitting behind my desk. "Just what the hell is going .on here?" I questioned her, anger filling my voice.
Miss Jervis looked up at me, completely at ease with herself. "Why, Doc, I thought you'd like the little girl. Did she grab you?"
"Just what did you tell this girl?"
"Nothing." She gave me a lewd smile. "Just that you liked young girls, and you would give her money now and then if she would let you play with her."
"God damn you to hell," I said, furious with her. "Now you're a pimp for me, huh? Well, Miss Jervis, you can take the little slut and get the hell out. The both of you."
"No," she frowned slightly. "I don't think so, Doc. That is, not unless you want to stop being a physician. Do you?"
Her remark took the anger from me. I had become so accustomed to her, and what we had been doing, she had no longer seemed a threat to me.
"Let me tell you about Gracie, Doc," she hinted, seeing the fury leave my face. "I've had the little cunt in my place so many times, her little hole is almost raw from my mouth. And she knows how to eat pussy also! She's a born cuntlicker, and she's had a cock up her twat now and then, too. Besides that, she's also sucked a couple. That snatch will do anything we want, and enjoy it, as long as she gets a buck or two. I've told her about you and she is more than willing to give you a piece of her woolly slit. Sure, she may not be the cutest kid around, but she has a snatch, and that's what we want, isn't it?"
I had to admit that she was right. I did not particularly care for the girl's looks, but since Jenny had stopped coming around, and it seemed that Maria had grown tired of us, I certainly needed another young girl. She was skinny as hell, but that didn't worry me. Her sexual organs were what I was after and for all I cared, she could have been a double amputee!
"Well," Miss Jervis said, waiting for my answer. "Yes or no?"
I turned from her and reentered the examining room, followed by Miss Jervis. The girl was still sitting in the same place, the sheet once again demurely about her small breasts. She raised her eyes as we entered, looking at me with fear, then smiling crookedly when she saw the nurse.
"You got it made, Gracie," Miss Jervis said. "The doc here is happy to get his mitts on you. Right, Doc?"
Standing before the girl, I did not have to answer. Miss Jervis had unzipped my pants and hauled out my penis, which was still soft. The girl's eyes went to it, watching as the nurse shook it to and fro. She smiled widely when I made no protest, and reached for my penis eagerly with a skinny hand. As she cupped the soft head, Miss Jervis turned it loose. The sheet had dropped from the girl's chest and her two small breasts with those long nipples were exposed. The nurse fondled one as the girl worked about my penis. The thought came to me that other patients were waiting in the outer office. "Miss Jervis, you better tell the others I'm tied up with an emergency and will not be able to see them today."
"Fucking A John, Doc," she said, and squeezed the small breasts before pulling her hand from them. "We'll have a gay old time with Gracie here."
After Miss Jervis left, the young girl continued to fondle my organ, which had now risen to full erection. She was slow with her movements, holding the throbbing head in her palm and running her thumb over it, then down, to press hard into my pelvis.
"Want me to take off the rest of my clothes?" the girl asked. "Want to see my pussy?"
I drew the sheet from her lap and tossed it aside. I undressed her myself, pulling the worn skirt from her thin, bony hips. Her panties were so worn, they were extremely thin, and even a few holes could be seen in them. But they were clean. I noticed there was no urine stain at the crotch, as so many young girls had when they didn't bathe often enough, or change their panties as frequently as they should. I knew then that even though underfed and poor, she had kept herself clean. Rolling the panties down her bony hips and over the skinny legs, I saw the sparse hair on the pubes. Her pubes jutted outward, as if a small hill in a valley made by her incurving abdomen. The mousy-colored hair would never be lush, but always thin and sparse, leaving her vaginal lips almost bare.
Miss Jervis came back after I had discarded the panties. "All set, Doc," she said, patting me on my buttocks. "We have the afternoon to ourselves and Gracie here." She fondled a breast. "Isn't that cunt the wildest? See how it sticks out?" She ran her hand down over it. "Spread your legs, honey, and show the doc how cute it is."
Gracie displayed herself wantonly, unashamed to give us a look at her vagina. I saw the clear fluid on her lips as they spread apart, and knew she could climax at her young age. She raised her feet up to place them on the table, squatting so that her vagina was open an visible to our gazing eyes. The lips did not ope not because they had lost their elasticity, bu because she was so skinny. The pink ball of her clitoris was also large for her age, or any age for that matter. It resembled a miniature penis in size, glistening in the light.
"How about that clit, Doc?" Miss Jervis said. "That's what I call a real eating clit." She ran her hand down between the girl's legs and rubbed the piece of flesh that protruded outward. The girl shivered in delight at the woman's touch, her thin body trembling so much that I began to worry about it.
There was no need, because she had no congestion of her chest whatsoever. It had only been Miss Jervis' way of getting me to see the child. She had shivered because of becoming highly aroused as the nurse toyed with her elongated clitoris. I ran my hands over her small, hard breasts and tweaked a long nipple, bringing forth a smile of pleasure from the girl.
"Let's get out of these clothes and get to the fucking," Miss Jervis said, tugging at her white uniform. "The doors are all locked and we won't be disturbed. I even took the phone off the hook."
Eager now, I began undressing also. No sooner had Miss Jervis stripped than the twelve-year-old girl jumped to the floor and, standing in front of the nurse, began to suck and lick at one of those swaying breasts. Miss Jervis cupped a skinny buttock and pulled the girl's hips hard into her own. Even in their skinniness they were attractive to me, possibly because of her age. In any event, I dropped to my knees behind the girl, and running my hands around the two pairs of thighs, one skinny, the other fleshy, I gripped the ample buttocks of Miss Jervis. Planting my lips to the young girl's skinny buttocks, I began to kiss and lick at them. She wriggled them in my face, and I knew she was also feeling the jut of Miss Jervis' vagina against her abdomen.
The taste of her buttocks drove me wild! First one skinny cheek, then the other, drew my licking tongue and kissing lips. I licked downward until I could get into the crease where they joined her skinny thighs, then across the warm crevice between to kiss and lick on the other. Burying my nose between her cheeks, I strived to reach inside them with my tongue. Feeling this, Gracie arched her butt backward, making it easy for me to touch the tip of my tongue against her tight anus. The thought struck me that I was developing a strong buttocks and anus fetish, but I whipped it from my mind and continued the wet probing and licking. Moans came from the two females above me. Taking one hand from the hefty cheek of Miss Jervis, I ran it around the hips of Gracie to fondle her clitoris, but ran into the hand of the nurse. Pulling back, I slipped it between the skinny thighs from the rear and ran a finger into the moist warm lips of her vagina. I fingered her as Miss Jervis jerked and pulled on the long clitoris, licking into her rectum with my tongue. Gracie was wild in her passion, her buttocks twisting about, clenching on my face now and then. She still retained a breast between her lips, and was sucking it mightily, much to the delight of the nurse.
"Come on, Doc," Miss Jervis said. 'That's enough ass licking for right now. Let's fuck."
Gracie agreed with this and dropped to the floor, her thin legs going wide. "Me first, me first," her child's voice moaned out. "I want to get fucked first."
Twelve years old and as bad as Miss Jervis in her wantonness, I thought. But that was no concern of mine. If she was going that route, I had no right to interfere, or so I told myself. I quickly knelt between those skinny legs and aimed my penis for the wet opening. As the swollen head slipped inside, Gracie threw her legs about my waist and pulled me into her swiftly. Even though she was young, my penis did not tap at her cervix as it had with Maria, but her lips were tight about the pumping shaft I had buried inside her vagina. She was humping her buttocks up and down with my thrusts, banging them onto the floor with resounding slaps of her bare flesh.
"Give it to her, Doc," Miss Jervis urged me on. "Give her some cock. Fuck the shit right out of her."
"Yes, yes," Gracie groaned below me, her face somewhere under my chest. "Fuck me! Give me all that peter! Oh, I love cock so much!"
"Don't forget pussy, dear," Miss Jervis said, her hands moving around my buttocks as they bobbed up and down. "Don't forget how much you like a bit of cunt now and then."
"Yeah, I love cunt, too!" She waved her skinny legs in the air as she strived to bring up the burning climax.
"Damned right I do! Pussy and prick, that's what I love."
Miss Jervis must have taught the girl well, unless she already had developed this vocabulary from her promiscuous behavior before meeting the nurse. I was inclined to feel it came natural to her, as it did to the nurse. They were two of a kind, this girl and this woman.
"There she blows!" said a muffled voice from beneath me. "Coming, coming, and there it is! Oh, piss, I shot a load!"
Grade's legs gripped me tightly as the small vagina clenched my penis. I had not reached my point of no return, and I decided not to unload into this willing vagina, but to see about the possibilities of going into her rectum. There was that fetish of buttocks coming to the fore again! Withdrawing my stiff penis, I asked the girl, "Can I use your rectum?"
"My what?" She seemed genuinely puzzled.
"Up your ass, dear," Miss Jervis supplied the vulgar term. "He wants to shoot it up your ass."
"Why didn't he say so?" She looked at me. "What's wrong, doctor? You queer for assholes?"
Although I had gotten over flinching at the words Miss Jervis used, I winced hearing them from one so young.
"If that's what you like, I'm game, but you better damned well take it easy," Gracie said. "I've only taken it like that once before, and it hurt like hell."
"It won't be any worse than my finger was, dear," Miss Jervis said.
Gracie turned over and shoved her skinny buttocks up at me. Her brown, puckered anus did not look at all as if it had been used before, but that proved nothing. The sphincter muscle has great elasticity, and will remain tightly closed unless relaxed or forced open.
"Just the same, it's going to hurt," the small voice said. Although she knew it would hurt her, she was willing to allow me to invade this rear orifice!
"Maybe we can take your mind off the pain," Miss Jervis said. She lay down on the floor, telling Gracie to crawl across her. "I'll lick that cunt while you take it in your ass. That way it will feel better to you."
Gracie did not hesitate, but crawled over the woman so that she was spread above the face of the nurse. Miss Jervis reached around the skinny hips and gripped the small buttocks tightly. Her tongue came out and began licking at the vaginal lips my penis had so recently left.
The brown hole winked its invitation to me now as the nurse tongued the girl. I knelt down, my penis touching at the tight orifice, my testicles settling on the eyes and nose of Miss Jervis. The nurse pulled the buttocks further apart to aid my entrance, taking hold of my penis to assist it into the opening. Gracie grunted and tightened up her rectum.
"Oh," she said softly.
"But it's not in," I told her.
"It still hurts," she moaned. "Take it easy."
Pressing a little harder, the head of my organ suddenly disappeared into the tight sphincter.
"Eeeooowww!" Gracie cried out.
"Sorry," I whispered, knowing I would not back away now for anything. It was so tight, I was unsure I could remove it now if I wanted to.
"Ouch!" she screamed as I inched it farther inside.
"God damn it! Easy!"
"I'll try."
"Yike!" Her buttocks hunched forward. More of my penis entered her. "Bas ... bastard!"
A little more went inside the hotness.
"Bla ... bla ... baaa ... baaa ... Shit!"
I pressed forward, thrusting the full length of my penis into her rectum, my pubic hairs tight at her buttocks, my testicles bouncing around on the face of Miss Jervis.
"God damn you!" Gracie yelled.
I withdrew slightly, then plunged in hard.
"Fuck you, you bastard!"
I withdrew again, leaving just the head inside.
"Take it out, you cocksucker!" . Gripping her slender hips, I rammed forward.
"Ooowww! You shit head! That hurts!"
Suddenly her head dipped down and she began making wet sloppy sounds into the stretched thighs of the nurse, lapping at the moist, hairy vagina below. She was taking my penis into her rectum with some ease now, and even pushing and pulling with me. As they performed cunnilingus upon each other's clitoris, I humped and hunched my penis in and out of the child's rectum, mind reeling with the idea of what we were doing to each other. It seemed a long time before they reached the peak, hovered for a moment, and then exploded into a wild climax. Mouths working, heads worrying the perineal aspects of their bodies, they climaxed to heaving hips and gripping hands. I held my hips motionless and looked down upon the skinny buttocks as they jerked about. They were riding my penis of their own free will now. The gripping, clenching rectum pulled the sperm from me. I ejaculated heavily into the twelve-year-old's bowels, flooding her intestines with my hot semen. Once I had finished, Gracie no longer wanted my organ inside her rear. She pulled from me and fell across the prone body of Miss Jervis, sobbing and gasping for breath.
"Dirty mother-fucker," she mumbled between sobs. "Raunchy ass-fucker."
"But you agreed, Gracie," I reminded her.
"Not to getting my ass ripped open," she said, and glared at me, her cheek lying on the heavy growth of Miss Jervis' pubic hair. "You almost came out my throat."
"We won't do that again if it hurts you so much," I told her. "Would you like me to see if I damaged you?"
"Go to hell, you cock-sucker," she rose tiredly to her feet. "Keep your hands off me!"
Miss Jervis also stood up, a puzzled look in her eyes as she surveyed the young girl. "But dear, you said it would be okay."
"Yeah," Gracie fingered her anus tenderly, "but I didn't know he was going to shove a telephone pole up me."
That seemed to put a stop to the night's activities. Gracie dressed in her pitiful clothing and left us, but not until I had given her twenty dollars. She promised to return sometime next week, but I had to agree not to enter her rectum. Miss Jervis kissed the young child on the cheek and patted her buttocks as she let her out, then returned to me, where I was sitting on the floor.
"Don't worry, Doc," she said. "She'll do anything for the money."
"I'm afraid I didn't care for her much, Miss Jervis," I said, examining my penis for tears in the skin. She had been extremely tight and I thought I had torn the thin skin. "She may be young, but I felt I was paying a whore."
"What the hell, Doc?" The nurse began dressing. "Pussy is pussy. Let's try her out one more time before you throw her out. Okay?"
SEVEN
My days were filled with fleshy delights, and my nights with erotic dreams. Each female patient who entered my office became a potential sexual partner. With the aid of Miss Jervis, I found many more young girls willing than I would have been able to find alone.
Miss Jervis continued her activities with me between appointments, and I was becoming accustomed to fondling her. Meanwhile, every little girl who entered the examination room was stripped for my viewing, regardless of what the ailment happened to be. Some were extremely willing, while others balked at such goings on. I was amazed at how many young teenaged and pre-teenaged girls seemed happy to be fondled, and to handle me or the sexual parts of Miss Jervis. If the average parent only realized how precocious their female offspring were, they would be more inclined to keep a watchful eye on them. .
I can't say for certain that those young girls who handled the vaginal area or breasts of Miss Jervis were latently homosexual. It could have been simple childish curiosity about the sexual apparatus of another female, yet I was certain one or two were developing the preference for female sex.
Although there were many virgins in the eleven-and twelve-year-old groups, most were willing for me to rupture the membrane and make women of them. Yet I drew the line at this. Miss Jervis had no such scruples, and would have been willing to deflower the young girls with her finger, if I had allowed it.
One little beauty of twelve wanted me to enter her virginal vagina so badly, she cried in loud sobs of frustration when I refused. She had grasped my penis and pulled it forward, her lovely little thighs stretched wide, wanting to pull it into her pink wetness. Once she understood that I would not enter her under any circumstances, she rubbed the swollen head of it back and forth, tickling her touchy clitoris. Her small hips worked with fury as she rubbed her tiny button to climax, while all the time Miss Jervis looked down and masturbated her own organs. I ejaculated all over the girl's cleft and heaving abdomen as she rubbed me back and forth.
After we had cleaned her, Miss Jervis and I both performed cunnilingus on the girl to satisfying climaxes. She was a wild little vixen, and if I had entered her, I'm sure she would have been the best piece I could find. She was made for sex, built for it, and she definitely had the mind for it.
She returned quite a few times, always begging me to enter that small orifice with my penis. Although she allowed us to use our mouths between her legs, she never once reciprocated. We tried to no avail to have her take my penis into her mouth, and to lick the vagina of Miss Jervis, yet the girl steadfastly refused. She never gave her reasons, but we respected her wishes and never forced her to perform. I would have gladly copulated this small girl in her tiny rectum, but this she also refused.
I could lie atop her and run my penis between her tightly pressed thighs to ejaculation all I wanted, and she allowed me to do the same between her small breasts, but I had to satisfy myself with these actions. Fortunately, I was always able to use the rear hole of Miss Jervis. For some reason, this seemed to delight the little girl. She would watch this rear entry with wide eyes, breathing heavily, and petting and fondling her own organs as we performed for her. I had the impression that this girl liked watching more than participating.
There was one other thing she also liked quite a bit. She liked to stand on the stool with me behind her, while I ran my penis between her thighs. Miss Jervis would kneel in front of the girl and, holding her small shapely thighs, perform fellatio and cunnilingus simultaneously on the two of us. This bit of action would cause the little girl to become so weak I would have to hold her up. I did this by running my hands under her arms and cupping her small breasts.
When I would begin to ejaculate, Miss Jervis would hold the head of my penis tightly on the girl's clitoris, using her tongue. Her mouth would be wide open, and the girl could look down and see me spurt out onto her cleft and into the open mouth of the nurse. Although her clitoris was not touched by anything but the jerking head of my organ, she would climax tremendously at those times.
As I have mentioned, although she would not allow the entrance of my penis into her rectum, she did consent to my tonguing of that puckered hole. She liked the attentions I paid to the rear portion of her anatomy. Although she would lie over the table, pressing her breasts flat and thus be stretched wide open, she preferred to stand. These times she would reach behind herself and pull her own buttocks apart so I could get into the brown hole. Once I began licking at it, she would press her cheeks tightly about my face until I had trouble breathing. She also liked me to masturbate her during my analingual attentions. When she climaxed, I would try to have my tongue partially inside the tight hole so that I could feel the spasms of her explosion.
During these times, Miss Jervis usually sucked and nibbled on the girl's small breasts, but at times she would fellate me.
The strangest case in which I was involved was with a girl of only nine years. She was a pretty little thing, with not a hair sprouting on her cute vaginal lips. She was flat-breasted also, but a girl of such beauty she showed promise of becoming a real sex-pot in a few years.
I forget the reason she had come to see me, but it was minor, in any event. When she entered the office, I knew I had to get my hands on her. I normally don't like them so young, unless they've started a sparse growth of pubic hair, but there was something about her that drew me to her. Maybe it was the flashing flirty eyes, or the way she acted toward me. I soon found out that she was used to having sexual acts performed with her young body. She seemed to like what we eventually did to her, insisting upon a climax every time. If she didn't like it, she certainly knew how to put on a convincing act.
Miss Jervis also realized that we had an unusual girl with us, and before I knew it she had the girl inside the examining room and undressed. Although this little girl was as yet undeveloped, she made a lovely sight as she lay naked upon the table. She was completely unashamed of her nakedness. Miss Jervis had forgone the sheet of late, leaving the young girls completely exposed for our eyes and hands.
Something told me that I could use her in any way I desired, as could Miss Jervis. When you are involved with as many young girls as I am, you develop a certain sense about them. I remember that she had not required a complete examination, but Miss Jervis and I had taken to doing them for the simple pleasure of touching the young bodies. This girl, mature beyond her years, seemed to know right away what we were up to. As I bent over her, she spread her thighs until the full line of her vaginal lips was seen right down to the undercurvings of her small girlish buttocks. That was all I needed to confirm my first impression of her. She was not only willing, she was initiating the act!
Her eyes flashed at me when I looked into her face. She knew I was affected by the sight of her, and, as I looked back at her premature sexual organs, her small hand reached out and wrapped about my penis. In all of my practice with young girls, this was the first time one had actually initiated the sexual play. When I felt that small warm hand about me, I stopped all pretense and darted my face between her legs. Once my lips touched at the sweet-smelling slit, she arched her hips up to me. Gripping her small buttocks, I kissed and licked at the small orifice and tiny clitoris, all the while the little girl arching and heaving up and down, as if copulating my face. I performed cunnilingus upon her for a long time and, when I finally pulled my aching lips from her, Miss Jervis went down on the girl.
As the nurse licked at her, the girl pulled my penis from the fly of my pants and masturbated me slowly. She panted in her heat, the small, flat chest heaving up and down, as were her hips. Edging closer, I aimed my penis at the little girl's mouth. Without hesitation, she opened her lips and took the tip between them. She was unable to take all of the swollen head into her mouth, but she used her tongue so expertly I knew she had had prior experience in fellatio. Using her tongue on the tip, her hand moved back and forth, masturbating me at her mouth.
Her other hand was on top of the nurse's head, pressing the licking face down into her widespread thighs. The girl then either climaxed, or pretended to, but she continued her fellating and masturbation of my penis.
Feeling my organ begin to jerk, the little girl suddenly pulled it from her mouth and continued the movements of her hand, looking down at the head as it spewed forth its thick semen.
"I don't like that part," she said, by way of explanation. "I like to feel it in my mouth, but I don't like it to come. It tastes awful."
"Have you done that very much?" I asked her, as my organ became soft.
"Almost every day, but I don't like the come." She still had her small hand wrapped about my organ. Her next statement set me back somewhat. "But daddy loves it."
"Your father?" I said with amazement.
"Yes. He likes the cock to come in my mouth."
"Well, seems we have a case of incest here, Doc," Miss Jervis laughed. "How about that?"
"What else does your father like?" I asked the young girl.
"Oh, he likes everything." She was examining my penis with a clinical interest, now that it was soft. "He likes to screw me also. In front and in back."
"And how do you like all this?" I questioned. "I like it fine. But sometimes I don't."
"Oh? When is that?"
"When he makes me suck some of those old men. They smell terrible. I don't like that at all. Sometimes they come in my mouth before I can catch them."
"Do these other men copulate with you?"
"You mean fuck me?" she looked at me with wide eyes, her small hand still rolling and fondling my limp organ. "Yes, they do sometimes. Daddy likes to watch them."
"He likes to watch you getting screwed?" Miss Jervis asked with a small laugh. "You must have quite a father."
"He says it makes him hot."
If this nine-year-old girl had been in the habit of accepting a penis into her small girl-child vagina, then I would have no fear about injuring her. I could copulate with her to my heart's content. I bent down and stretched the bald lips apart, seeing that the thin membrane was missing. She had indeed been used in this orifice. Moving my hands farther down, I spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart. The small hole, instead of being tightly puckered, was almost loose. I ran a finger over it and felt the sphincter relax further. With the slightest of pressure, my finger dipped deeply into the rectal orifice of this nine-year-old girl. She had surely been used well in this area also.
"Doesn't this hurt?" I asked her, moving my finger in and out gently.
"It feels good," she said, her buttocks moving with me. "I like it in my asshole."
"A girl after my own heart," Miss Jervis said, running her hands about the small, shapely thighs of the girl. "I like it up my ass, too, dear. We girls know what's good, don't we?"
I moved between the girl's thighs and aimed my half-erect penis toward the small vaginal lips. The head slipped in with ease, but as I shoved further into her, she became tight. She moved her hips to meet the thrusts I was giving her. Sliding my hands about her small hips, I cupped a firm, tiny buttock in each palm, holding her up to me.
I could not get the length of my penis into her for fear of hurting her. The head touched at the hard cervix with a little over half inside her. She did not act like she was getting much out of my copulation, but she worked and squirmed her hips about as if she were. The tight band of her lips held me like a vise as she moved about. The hot confines sliding over my penis caused me to ejaculate swiftly, and the little girl moaned and heaved as I filled the small cavity between her thighs. She clenched tightly as the throbbing eruption flooded into her, and her large eyes were on my face as I shifted my body about. I wanted so much to drive deeply into her during the spurting, but fear of causing her harm kept me from doing so. Once I had finished the ejaculation, I pulled my softening organ from her, hearing a squish as the lips closed once more.
Immediately Miss Jervis dipped her head between the girl's thighs and performed cunnilingus on her, sucking my deposited semen from her vagina. Wet, slurping sounds came from her. The little girl continued working her hips about at this added pleasure. I was almost certain she had not climaxed, because she would have been exhausted if she had. Cleaning the little vaginal canal of my fluids, Miss Jervis raised her head and grinned at the girl. "Have you ever licked a pussy, dear?"
"No," the small child voice answered. "It's too messy looking."
"You should try it." Miss Jervis raised her skirt and lowered her panties. "It's wonderful."
"I don't think so," she said, looking at the mass of hair covering the organs of the nurse. "All that hair? Ugh! It would make me sick." She watched Miss Jervis spread the strands of hair and finger her own clitoris.
"If you want to meet my daddy, though," she said, "he will lick it for you."
"Uh, I ... I don't think that would be wise," I told her."
Such a strange girl, so willing to be of service, and completely unashamed of her activities. She did not seem to feel that what she was doing was wrong in any way. Even her incestuous affair with her father.
After she left, I gave considerable thought to this weird little girl. Although I had this penchant for young girls, I could not condone incest in any form whatsoever. I knew the girl was being ruined by her lecherous father, yet I was unable to do anything about it; that is, without exposing myself. Once again I began to have doubts about what I was doing, a feeling of guilt coming over me. For the past few months I had forgotten, but now time had caught up with me. The disclosure of incest by this small girl had started me thinking again of my oath, and the moral obligations I had toward my small patients.
EIGHT
With extreme will power, I refrained from touching the small girls who came to me for help, much to the dismay of Miss Jervis. She would curse me for performing what amounted to perfunctory examinations upon the small children. She continued to leave them exposed for me, and she would also run her hands over them, teasing me, trying to arouse me to erection and lust. At times, I wanted so much to handle them that my hands would shake violently as I probed and touched.
Miss Jervis attempted to fellate me a few times, but I would shove her aside, reminding her that the charts were stacking up. She sulked about the office silently, glaring at me now and then. I ignored her as much as possible, speaking only when necessary. I was able to sustain my air of aloofness for only a week, and then I had to give in.
Miss Jervis entered the office, and, without a word, lifted her starched white uniform to her hips, pulled down her panties and leaned over my desk. Her spread buttocks were inches before my face, the tight puckering of her rectum winking at me. She knew about my fetish of late, and was putting me to the test.
"Come on, Matt," she said, looking over her shoulder, and wriggling her buttocks backward toward my face. "Just a little kiss, all right? Doesn't it look good?"
With a cry of despair, I pressed my face into the flesh, licking swiftly about the heavy cheeks, and down over the back of her thighs. Then up the ridge to taste at the tight anus. Wriggling her hips, she worked her butt into my face as I kissed and licked, sighing loudly in her pleasure. I was unable to resist the call of the flesh any longer, but if I could divert my attentions to this full-grown woman, I would be happy. I had tried this same thing before, but now I was determined to make it work. If I had only known!
After my analingual attentions, Miss Jervis fellated me with such eagerness, I wondered if she had also been sexually fasting. It was the swiftest, the most exciting fellatio I had ever had the pleasure to receive. I exploded copiously into her wanton mouth. She readily accepted the fluid, gulping the thick froth down her throat as quickly as it entered. After my climax, she toyed with my slowly softening penis, using her tongue to wipe over the head and the flaccid shaft. She seemed to enjoy it much more than ever before.
I kept my vow to stay with grown women for a few weeks. Of course my sole female partner was my nurse, but I had kept my hands away from the small, trusting bodies of my little girl patients. It was hard not to molest them, especially when they were pretty and cuddly little things of eleven and twelve. You would think my days would be the worst, since it was then I saw the children and handled them, although not sexually. But that was not the case. Nights were sheer hell for me. My appetite once again suffered and I would enter the office each morning with the dread of seeing, but not touching, such delectable morsels of female flesh. I was afraid I would suddenly grab one of them and ravish her tender young body.
One such afternoon I did give in to my inclinations. Miss Jervis was not with me this particular day, staying home with a head cold. Unable to find a replacement for her, I did the best I could. The afternoon of my fall happened to be over a small girl of ten. She was such a beauty I found it impossible to keep my hands away from her.
Tentatively touching her, in order to determine if she would be receptive to my attentions, I found that she enjoyed my manipulations of her small thighs and buttocks. But when my hands strayed over her downy pubes, she balked. I was too far gone by .this time, and paid no attention to her cries of protest. She twisted and turned, trying to keep me from handling her privates, telling me it was nasty and dirty, that men should not handle girls in such a way. Pulling her thighs apart forcefully, I buried my face between them. The sweet scent of her pubic area filled my nostrils with a heady fragrance. She sobbed softly as I began to lick at her sexual organs. I paid no heed to her cries of protest, or her wriggling hips, as she tried to dislodge my face. It mattered not to me that she was afraid and crying.
My tongue, dipping between her vaginal lips, found the protective membrane, and I knew without looking that she was a virgin. At least that would put a stop to my copulating with her. Taking her thighs, I bent them high so that her vaginal area, perineum, and buttocks were wide open to my gaze. The small pucker of her anus beckoned to me and I lapped at it with my tongue, licking over the brown orifice, past the perineum and up to those sweet lips, until I reached the tiny clitoris. All the time she was trying to shove her legs down, to close off the road to her pretty sexual parts. For a half hour I paid homage to her girl body, using my lips, hands and tongue. Not a part of her escaped my attention, although she continually sobbed during this time. She never once voiced her pleas, though.
When my penis began to throb for want of release, I pulled it out and ran it across her buttocks. Even though I had kept my vow not to violate virgins, I still wanted something from her. Holding her legs high, the tiny feet at my shoulders, I inserted my penis between her tightly pressed thighs so that the shaft rubbed over the lips of her vagina. I no longer cared whether or not she was deriving pleasure from our action, but now was concerned only with my impending ejaculation.
Holding her thighs tightly, my penis running in and out of them, its head peeking out over her stomach (while the little girl lay sobbing quietly), I fornicated her young flesh. The only time she moved was when she felt the warm fluid ejaculate onto her naked abdomen. And then it was more like squirming, as if to twist from me in fear. The small cry that came from her lips was like that of a trapped animal's, but I paid no heed to her as I spewed forth my essence. Only alter I had finished did guilt set in. I could not look at the young girl as she dressed, so I went into the waiting room where her mother sat.
I did not think she would tell on me, and I was right. The girl had acted as if someone had abused her before, and she seemed fearful of what I might do to her. I also wondered if she had ever been beaten for allowing a man to fondle her. In any case, she remained silent about what I had done.
Her sobs haunted me through the afternoon, her pleading eyes still asking me silently not to do such things to her. I knew this was the furthest I had ever gone while fondling a girl. Never before had I touched a girl against her will. Now I found that I had literally forced this young girl to bend to my desires. I was wallowing in a sexual mire, a depraved and warped land of perversion.
Long after office hours were over, I sat at my desk mulling over what I had become, finding no way out of my nightmare of lust.
"Doctor Gonter," a soft, shy voice whispered.
I raised my head from the desk and looked up. Maria stood there, a radiant beauty in her mini-dress and tight sweater. She was smiling shyly at me, hesitant about entering.
"Maria!" I cried out, jumping to my feet. I was so pleased at seeing her, I swept the young body in my arms and hugged her tightly to me. "Where have you been all this time? Why did you leave me without a word?"
She told me about being sent east to stay with relatives for a few months because her mother had made a trip to Europe and did not want her to be alone. She acted happy to see me, and kissed me, not as a child of thirteen, but as a long-missed lover, which she certainly was.
I pulled her to the chair and sat her in my lap, holding her, smelling her scent, kissing at her lovely face, my hands moving about her young body. She trembled under them, thrilling to the feel of me once again. I remembered that she had told me she loved me so long ago, and now I repeated it to her. I did love this girl. With all my heart.
Her small lips ran about my face, kissing me here and there. Then, taking my cheeks in her small hands, she pressed her parted lips to mine, kissing me in a decidedly adult manner. "I've missed you so much, Doctor," she whispered. "I missed what we did to each other very much."
I ran my hands down over her smooth, slender thighs and up under the short skirt, to feel the silken material of her panties. She quivered at my touch, spreading her thighs slightly so my fingers could rub over the clad lips of her vagina. My penis was throbbing heavily against her buttocks, and she squirmed on it, enjoying its feel. Sliding her lovely buttocks away, she ran a small hand between her smooth legs and cupped my erection. Taking my hand from between her thighs, I cupped a firm small breast beneath the tight sweater.
"You little minx," I teased. "Where's your bra?"
"I didn't wear one," she said, and bit my ear gently. "I knew you would want to feel me without clothing."
"Then why did you wear these panties?"
"Because the skirt is so short," she laughed. "I don't want anyone else seeing my pussy but you. And, of course, your nurse."
"No," I told her. "No more of that business with Miss Jervis. From now on it's just me."
"Okay," she said eagerly. "Just you and me and no one else."
She stood up and lifted the mini-skirt to her waist. The sheer panties did nothing to hide her pubic hair and I teased her about it. With a giggle, she rolled the panties over her rounded hips and down those delicious, slender thighs. Next she removed the sweater, then the skirt, leaving her naked before me. I gasped at the beauty of her. Those small, firm breasts with the pink nipples already erect. The slim waist, and the rounded hips. But best of all were the long, slender thighs and the dark bush of pubic hair.
Eagerly I reached for her. Maria stepped closer, arching her pelvis at me, knowing what I desired. I ran my hands feverishly around her hips, then cupped her twin, firm buttocks, and pulled her hairy vagina to my face. The scent she exuded was intoxicating. I inhaled deeply, and began a wild abandoned kissing of her flesh. She held my head in her palms, begging me to move here and there. I did her bidding, licking where she wanted me to, kissing where she asked.
Placing her feet on the chair, Maria lifted herself up until her widely spread thighs were above my face. I leaned back and gazed up at her young beauty. The soft, curly pubic hair surrounded her vaginal lips like a dark halo, yet her moist pinkness showed through. The thin line of the slit ran down to meet the crack between her buttocks, jutting wonderfully out into firm yet soft curving flesh. My head lay back on the support of the chair, and Maria, grinning down at me, moved until her moist vagina was directly over my face. She lowered herself, her soft thighs on each side of my face, until her moist heat was against my lips. I reached up to hold her rounded hips as I paid oral tribute to her body. My lips burned at those of her vagina, kissing about them as if they belonged to a mouth. Indeed they seemed to, and I could have sworn I felt them quiver with a return kiss of their own.
Her dark eyes gazed down at me, looking into mine past the hairiness of her pubes, smiling, loving me as I tongued her. My tongue darted out to taste the gates of her love, and the moistness came forth. Finding her button of love, I worked my tongue about it, feeling it tremble as I licked and sucked gently on the bit of flesh. I took it between my lips, chewing softly as my tongue worked over it, her body quivering with delight. With a small hand, she reached between my mouth and her vagina, spreading the lips so it would be easier for me to get into her hole. I delved into the secret confines with my tongue, feeling the slippery walls of this hot inner cavern of her body. In and out I worked it, copulating her orally.
She did not last long. A few more swipes at her clitoris, a few more dips with my tongue into her vaginal canal, and she exploded with such a violent climax, her body shaking so much, I could hardly hold her to my mouth. She almost fell from her perch during the spasm that wracked her young body, but my hands held her tightly. I continued to hold her over my face, giving her gentle kisses and delicate licks of my tongue as she came down from her orgasmic peak.
Crawling from my face, she dropped to the floor at my feet, her lovely head on my knee, relaxing slowly from her powerful climax. I truly loved this thirteen-year-old girl, and not as a father, either!
"That was wonderful, Doctor," she whispered up to me. "But now I must do something for you." She tugged at my pants. I helped her, and soon I was completely undressed. She pushed me back in my chair and crawled between my thighs. My penis was immense, throbbing about, with its blood-engorged head standing stiffly upright. She knelt between my spread thighs, her pouting lips kissing them on the inner surface. Her small hand wrapped about my penis, moving up and down slowly and gently, as she orally caressed my thighs. She licked her pointed wet tongue from knee to groin on one thigh, then from groin to knee on the other. Then she ran her hot tongue about my pubic hair, delicately feasting on my flesh. With a small cry of passion, she pressed her face into my perineum, nose and eyes at my testicles, her lips on the small bit of flesh between my rectum and sexual organs. Her hot tongue caused me to shiver in delight as she licked at this nether portion of my body. Moving upward with that darting, licking tongue, she flecked over my testicles, burning, scorching, as she went about her wet orgy. Soft moans came from her. Deep, passionate moans of lust, as she orally caressed me.
Taking her hand from my erect penis, she ran her tongue up the underside, reaching the tip. Her eyes smiled hotly into mine as she did this, letting me know of her enjoyment. Butterflying her tongue about the swollen head, she licked back down the side of the throbbing organ, into my pubic hair. Then the other side received her attentions. This time, as she reached the swollen head, she did not go back down, but opened her lips and took it inside her mouth, sucking it swiftly down her throat. Her lips stretched tightly about the hard organ as she went down. On the updraw, her cheeks sank in as she sucked, her tongue moving swiftly about with a feathery touch. She moved slowly, her head bobbing up and down, her hot eyes on mine as she fellated me.
Maria took her time, giving me the pleasure of her mouth, not hurrying. I lay back, watching her, taking what she was giving with joy. She swallowed the full length of my organ, letting it slip down her throat until she had pressed her nose into my pubic hair. Then she pulled up, until just the very tip remained between her lips, that fluttery tongue moving about the urethral opening, pulling, sucking, searching for the thick warm semen she wanted from me. Her nose was pressed tightly to my groin when the first jerking eruption threatened. Knowing I was close, she pulled her lips up it until she held the head only, her tongue delving about the hole. My penis began ejaculating, and the tip of her tongue stayed over the flowing hole, as if trying to stop the spurting. But she wanted what was coming forth, and her throat worked quickly to swallow the sperm as it came from my penis. Small mewing sounds came from her, and her eyes glinted with affection as she drank from my love fountain.
When I had finished, she sat back, her naked buttocks resting on her heels, as she wiped the back of a small hand across her mouth, a grin of satisfaction spreading her pouting lips. Every bone in my body seemed as if it had turned to water. She had drained me completely of my fluids.
For an hour or more, we sat in the office, naked, kissing and fondling each other's bodies, getting to know each other again. It was peaceful for me once again, but not just because I had a young girl, one who was willing to perform such erotic acts with me, but because it was Maria. I had not thought of her much after she had stopped seeing me, but she had come to mind occasionally. As I mentioned before, my feeling toward her had gone from pure lust to true love. And now I had her with me again. This was the peace I had been searching for.
After our rest, when we had recuperated enough for further explorations, I wanted to get hold of her cute buttocks. I led her into the examination room and lay her down on the table. She stretched out on her flat abdomen as I requested. She had liked my oral attentions to her buttocks previously, and now she quivered in delight as she knew I was once more going to kiss and lick them. Her thighs remained pressed together as I bent over her, inhaling her delicate fragrance. My hands cupped and kneaded her firm flesh for a moment, then I pressed my mouth down onto the trembling skin. The heat coming from her was tremendous.
I kissed first one cheek, then the other, moving my lips down to feel the crease where her cute buttocks joined those slender thighs. She wriggled them in passion as my tongue darted out to lick the flesh that jutted upward so deliciously. Spreading her thighs, I stepped between them, looking down at the beautiful skin, seeing the thin line of her vagina become the cleft of her buttocks. The dark hair enhanced the beauty of this girl between her legs. My head went down again, my tongue licking out to touch over the mounds of flesh. Then I ran it between the cheeks, probing for her tight anus. Maria arched her hips upward to aid my search, and the hot hole relaxed as my tongue delved into it. I pulled her cheeks apart and worked my tongue in and out of her rectum, tasting, eating, at this delightful orifice. I continued my analingus for some time, then pulled my tongue from her and hoarsely asked, "Maria, honey, I've got to enter this tight hole."
She looked over her shoulder at me with her lovely, dark eyes and smiled softly. "All right, darling."
My heart beat heavily in my chest. She was not only giving me permission to invade her rectum, she had called me darling. All the times before, it had been sir, or doctor. Now she had chosen to show true affection toward me! I crawled upon the narrow table with her, my knees on either side of her smooth, long thighs. Her buttocks beckoned to me. "Will it hurt me?" she asked softly.
"Yes, honey," I told her, hesitating, not wanting to hurt this beautiful child. "But only at first. I'll take it real easy. I'll be gentle with you."
"I don't mind, darling," she sighed, laying her head back down. "If you want to do it there, I'll take it, whether it hurts or not."
Again I hesitated. I had won her because I had been gentle with her. Not hurting her. Showing affection. I did not want to lose her now for the pleasure of entering her rectum.
"Please, darling," she whispered, as if knowing what I was thinking. "I don't mind if it hurts me. I want you to stick it up my ass. I know you won't hurt me deliberately." She arched her hips up, reaching behind herself to spread her own buttocks for me. The tiny brown hole clenched and relaxed as I looked down at it. Taking my penis in hand, I pressed it against the opening. At first she resisted, but as I applied more pressure, she relaxed the sphincter.
The swollen head of my organ then slipped easily into the warm tightness of her rectum.
"Ooohhh," Maria groaned aloud. "Uuuuhhhh."
"Do you want me to stop, honey?"
"No, please don't. Put it farther into me."
Pressing more, I slipped the penis into her until half of it was inside. The heat of her rectum almost caused me to ejaculate then. Low moans came from her, but she pressed upward into my driving penis, taking more and more until it was buried deeply inside her, my pubic hair against her smooth buttocks. Slowly I withdrew, then plunged in again. She moaned and huffed at the assault, yet she arched and pumped with me. She released her buttocks and they closed deliriously about my hammering penis. My testicles slapped against her tightly pressed thighs. I lay across her back, running my hands around to cup a small breast in each as my naked hips beat up and down, driving my penis in and out of her willing asshole. My body was large enough to cover her completely, and I knew I was heavy atop her, yet she made no complaint. Just the low moaning that came from between her clenched lips. Suddenly I found my penis flooding her interior with my seminal fluids. The ejaculation had crept up on me without warning, and was now jerking out its thick sperm. Maria felt it flood into her and heaved her hips about, giving me an even better climax. Then, exhausted, I lay above her for a few moments, regaining my strength. Feeling her squirm about, I swiftly raised myself to my knees, pulling my soft organ from her ravished rear orifice.
"I'm sorry, honey," I said to her, patting her cute buttocks tenderly. "Did it hurt much?"
"Only at first, darling," she sat up, reaching her slim, small arms toward me. "Then it felt good. You can do it that way again when you want to."
I pulled her to me, realizing the treasure I had, hoping against hope I could hold her, keep her with me. If I had her, then maybe, just maybe, my lust for other young girls would dissipate. She was my hope. Miss Jervis had not worked out when I tried to turn my erotic attentions to her, trying my level best to change the direction of my lust. Maria could be the answer to my tortured mind. But I knew she would not always be with me. And when she was gone, what would I do? Would I try and find a replacement? Some other little girl who might be receptive to my warped desires. Even if Maria could stay with me, she would soon grow up. Grow into a beautiful young woman, and her attentions would naturally wander to some young man. I would be alone again in my desire, either way. I only hope to God I can control my emotions long enough. I don't want to be an evil old man who waits in parks or subways for young girls to come by. Girls flashing their lovely thighs, swaying their cute buttocks at me. But I'm afraid this may be my future. If only young girls did not look so sexy and desirable, then men like me would have peace of mind.
