Kim felt the moisture in her mouth increase as she watched the large-headed shaft of the doctor's cock come to full attention above his long-hanging testicles and thick pubic hair. She remembered how wonderful her mouth felt filled with the smooth, pulpy head, and how delicious it tasted as his sperm spurted its seed into her eager mouth.
This time, it was her turn to examine the doctor and show him her degree in lust. She was going to make sure his temperature soared, his heart beat faster with excitement and his passion-pressure was high-until it exploded into ecstasy.
CHAPTER ONE
Kimberly sat staring at the Time magazine but saw nothing. She was too nervous. She hated doctors' offices, and also hated having to wait in the reception room along with all the sick, coughing people and crying babies. But it was necessary, she knew that. She promised herself never to make the same mistake again.
She reviewed her lines in her mind, the false name, address, age. Each time she went over them her heart fluttered with the fear that she wouldn't be able to pull it off. Then she'd try to convince herself nothing could go wrong; she looked eighteen, even if she was only sixteen, and if she played it cool, just said enough but not too much, everything would work.
"Miss Watson?" the nurse called out. That was Kimberly's false name, Glenda Watson. She stood up, smoothed her short skirt down on her thighs and smiled. The nurse smiled back, "Right this way, please."
Kim followed the attractive nurse in white down a long corridor to its end. The nurse opened a door and directed Kim inside. "Doctor Conrad will be with you in a few moments," she said. "Sit down and relax."
The nurse left and Kim looked around the small office. Whoever this Doctor Conrad was he sure didn't rate much of an office, she thought. The other ones she had passed in the corridor were much larger and more impressive; this doctor was obviously the newcomer to the medical center. It suddenly dawned on her that he might be young, and a flurry of panic rumbled in her stomach. When she had looked on the phone book to pick a doctor on the other side of town, one who was a total stranger and knew nothing about her or her family, she just assumed he would be an older man.
The office door opened and Kim's fears were confirmed. A man in white, at the most thirty years old and dreadfully handsome, entered. "Hello," he said. "I'm Doctor Conrad."
"Hello," Kim meekly answered.
He was tall and thin, his face was chiseled with sharp features, but rugged in a sensitive way. Kim wanted to lurch up and run, she didn't want to discuss her problem with a man who was so attractive. He smiled and looked down at the short information form she had filled out in the reception room. "You are Glenda Watson, right?"
Kim nodded. "Yes."
He sat behind his desk and looked at her. Doctor James Conrad was pleased to have such a young, attractive patient; she would be a fresh breath of air in a day otherwise filled with elderly patients and chronic, middle-aged complainers. He could see the nervousness in her large brown eyes, eyes which reminded him of a startled doe in the forest. Her soft brown hair glowed with shining health as it cascaded in large waves down across her shoulders toward two firmly set breasts of substantial size.
James looked back at the sheet of paper. "And you live at 173 Madison Avenue?"
Kim swallowed. "Yes."
"I see. Why have you come all the way across town? Do you have a family doctor?"
As James caught her furtive glance he instantly knew he had a liar on his hands. "Uh ... well, I....I wanted to see a new doctor, not our regular doctor."
He let her off the hook and appeared to accept the answer at face value. A brief review of the paper showed the age was eighteen, occupation student, name of parents Mr. and Mrs. Walter Watson. James laid the paper on his desk and leaned back in his chair. His eyes drifted across the soft, bare flesh of her calves and upper thighs. She had her legs crossed tight with nervousness, her whole posture reflected tension.
"Okay," he said. "What can I do for you?"
She blushed, cleared her throat again, finally spoke, "I ... uh, that is my boyfriend . ... well, he's really not my boyfriend anymore ... told me something, and I thought I should see a doctor." Kim felt ridiculous, she was blowing it, stammering like a dumb kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Hold it, hold it," James said. "Start with what your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, told you."
His warm smile made Kim relax. She inhaled. "He says he has VD."
James' eyebrow lifted. "Then shouldn't he be the one visiting me?"
"Well, not exactly. You see he told me because . ... we were together after he got it." Kim wanted to die, she wanted to shrink up and blow away like an autumn leaf-she felt so foolish.
"Oh, I see," the doctor said. "Then you'd like me to see if you have it or not, right?"
Kim nodded.
James wanted to laugh but held it in; the poor creature looked so miserable, so helpless and lost as she slumped in the chair. A quick glance at the narrowness of her waist where the tight sweater hugged it let him know it would be pure pleasure to examine her. And he was sure she sat on a fine pair of round buttocks and possessed a fresh little cunt. If that pussy did show any signs of venereal disease it would be his duty, and what a glorious duty, to drive away the evil spirits.
"Okay," he said while standing. "Go behind the screen and take off your clothing. There's a smock hanging back there, you can put that on. When you've changed come out and sit on the examination table."
Kim looked over at the padded table with the rounded edges and usual covering of paper. She stood up slowly; it was too late to back out now, but she hadn't expected to have to undress. "Don't you just take a blood test?" she asked.
"No," the doctor answered. "We take that too, but I also have to examine you for any physical symptoms."
"Oh." Kim went to the screen and stepped behind it.
James knew doctors weren't supposed to get excited by their patients . ... but he also knew that was a lot of bunk. No man was inhuman enough to not feel a tinge of arousal at the prospect of watching this delightful young doll trot around his office with her bare buns hanging out.
He swiveled his chair around and faced the only window in his office. The shades were down except for the last twelve inches. He kept them that way for a reason; all that could be seen outside were the tops of the usual medical center juniper bushes, but if he leaned back just so, he saw much more. The reflection of Kim in the glass behind the screen. It wasn't the clearest picture, but it was good enough.
He watched as she set her purse down on the small stand and removed her shoes. She was undressing with hesitant, apprehensive slowness which didn't bother him at all, in fact he enjoyed it just that much more. Then she lifted her sweater up and over her head and he saw the large, full cups of a white bra straining to hold her two breasts snugly inside.
James had intentionally said, "Take off your clothing" without specifying which articles in the hope that she would remove it all. But the bra stayed on and she undid her short skirt. He could feel his anxious rod stiffening in his pants as she removed the skirt and set it on the table. Her panties were also white, brilliant white, and hugged up tight right around her jutting rump and flat lower belly like a coat of paint. Her fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and wiggled the satin briefs down the exceptionally long length of her legs.
He inhaled and his cock lurched upright in his pants when he saw the sparse fuzz above the vee between her legs. It was like a smear of chocolate, mild, semi-sweet chocolate from the finest box of valentine candies. She quickly pulled the gown down from the hook behind the screen and pushed her arms into it. It was a crisp white hospital smock, full coverage in the front, ties in the back.
Kim could only manage to tie the top strings, the ones at the back of her neck, since she couldn't reach the others. She felt so naked, so nervous, so foolish. Now she was expected to walk out there like this with him watching; she knew he would be able to see her bare backside. He's a doctor, it's okay, she kept telling herself over and over. It's his job, doctors don't get excited or turned on like other men.
When she emerged from behind the screen James watched the soft lift and fall of each proud cheek of her ass. She held the gown closed at the back as best she could with one hand, but when it was time to slide up onto the examination table she had to use both hands and the fanny was totally exposed.
James was glad he was wearing his full-length doctor's jacket, as it obscured his swollen erection as he stood. "I'll be right back, Glenda," he said. "I have to wash first."
As she sat there on the cold paper, Kim watched him step behind the screen and heard the bathroom door open, then the water running. She didn't see everything, though, James let the water run in the basin as he reached out the bathroom door and grabbed her purse. It took him only a few moments to find her identification and copy down the right name, Kimberly Lewis, address, and age, sixteen.
When the doctor came from behind the screen Kim felt a cold shudder run up her spine. The moment of truth was close. She wished she had never come, decided she'd rather suffer the ravages of VD than ever submit to such an ordeal again.
"Okay, Glenda, now I want you to relax and lay back on the table," he said.
Kim lowered her body and felt the cold paper against her shoulders while her legs hung over the edge of the table. James looked down; the gown had pulled up high enough to expose the tops of her mellow thighs, the full bounty of her crotch, the wisping brown fur cap.
"That's fine, now slide yourself up a little more," he instructed. He touched her for the first time and felt the stiffness in her lithe body. His hands held her at the waist and he guided her into the position he wanted.
When his hands touched her narrow waist Kim was unnerved at first, then amazed by the gentleness and confidence in them. At least he seemed to know what he was doing, she decided. Then she saw him reaching down toward the base of the table and bringing two dreadful contraptions up into position. She knew what they were for and wanted to cry.
Stirrups. Foot rests for her dainty feet after she hoisted her Umber legs up and back to expose the area of her crotch fully. He smiled, stared right into her eyes, and lifted each foot up, then pushed gently back until the knee bent and he had placed her in the humiliating position.
The foot rests were cold on her bare feet, but it was nothing compared to the coldness she felt across the lips of her now open and displayed vagina. She stared at the ceiling and kept her mouth tightly closed, but she could tell he was looking down on her, viewing her vulnerably presented pussy.
James had never seen a more delicious looking, ripe little twat in his life. It was like a fresh peach just waiting to be bitten into and spill juice all over the mouth of the lucky eater. He pulled his stool close to the table and slowly sat down to get a close-up view of the splendid cunt.
The thighs were wide apart and her pink pussy lips sat between pulpy foreskins like a slice in a cherry pie. Her round buns sat underneath, stretched up and partially open, and he could see the pink dot-like hole of her anus. James took a deep breath and felt the sweet odor of her sensitive crotch fill his ecstatic nostrils; he could even taste how wonderful she'd be. His eyes scoured every thing, the hair, the lips, the cheeks of her ass, and saw no overt signs of venereal disease.
But what they did see sent spasms of steaming passion along the whole length of his rigid, throbbing rod. James knew he was staring at the prime filet, the choice cut, the fresh bud of a rosebush about to burst into maturity. It was perfect, a brand-spanking-new twat at the starting gate of life and, obviously, it was capable of some fine racing.
He touched the full flesh of her vulva very gently with one finger. The sweet mounds of her ass tightened, and he saw a slight shudder tremble across the flawless expanse of her well-tanned inner thighs. Keeping the finger against her skin he moved it slowly, gently, up and over the red-lipped opening, then down the other side to draw a circle around the crack.
Kim was about to explode. He was down there, his face was only inches from her ever-so-sensitive pussy ... and the finger ... it was touching her, moving, running a line of electric voltage right into her guts where it blasted outward like bolts of lightning to inflame her whole body. She had let her ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, touch her there that night; it was the first time she ever allowed anyone to do such a thing. And it was that fatal mistake which got her into this whole mess.
It was so stupid! Jimmy was a nice boy, a senior at school and a real dream. All the girls thought Jimmy was the nicest guy on the whole campus. He played football and baseball, had a grade average everyone envied, and he was so handsome! But he was also wild, maybe reckless. That didn't matter to Kim, she liked his happy, gay attitude toward life even if it did mean he refused to go steady with one girl and preferred to date several. That was okay with Kim; it meant he could find his thrills elsewhere and not put her into a position of constantly refusing his advances. Or at least that's what she had thought.
They had spent the day out at the lake with a bunch of the other kids from school. It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon and they swam, picnicked, played volleyball and had a great time. Kim wore her new bikini, one which wasn't as scandalous as those the other girls were wearing but was still quite revealing. She had to take special care to make sure the untanned areas of white flesh which were not exposed to the sun got extra-thick coatings of tanning lotion.
Someone had showed up with beer and wine. Kim didn't like it, she felt like a prude, but she had been told what beer can do to someone on a hot day. She wanted to stop Jimmy, but decided that would be stupid; she politely turned down the offer of some wine and kept silent
"Oh, come on, Kim" Jimmy said. "You must be thirsty. What harm can a little bit of wine do?"
"No, really, Jimmy, I'd rather not."
Jimmy didn't say anything more, he just did a rotten thing. He turned his back on Kim and started talking to one of the other girls, real friendly talk, charming ... She was eagerly drinking a can of beer. Kim felt the hollowness of rejection and realized she was indeed being a prude, a damper, a dud.
"Okay, I'll have a small glass of wine," she finally said.
Jimmy was once again his attentive self and poured her a styrofoam cup of red. It tasted sweet, harmless and Kim drank. By the time the sun was getting low she had finished three cups of the mellow wine and didn't feel a thing. She was numb. Jimmy helped her to his car; he was giggling and babbling away so fast she was unable to understand his words.
They collapsed into the front seat of the car and Jimmy leaned across to search in the glove box for his keys. The next thing she knew they were kissing. They had kissed before but never like this! She felt his beer-soaked tongue whip into her mouth and thrash around like a wild animal ... and Kim thrashed back with her hot, wine-soaked tongue.
It felt so good, so warm, so secure to have his muscled arms around her shoulders and feel his mouth on hers. His tongue was caressing her lips, her teeth, her gums and even the roof of her wet mouth. Kim circled his neck with her slim arms and drew his face in ever tighter to hers. She stabbed her pointed tongue deep inside his lips, passionately, in a way she had always dreamed about but had never had the courage to try before that afternoon.
Kim had never felt such an excitement in her life! Jimmy was kissing her ear, pushing his moist, soft tongue right into it and making her whole body pound with thrills. She never knew such a thing could happen just by kissing an ear! It was like she was drowning in a tub of hot, sudsy water; her thighs tingled, her heart was pounding away like a woodpecker in her chest, she could even feel the throbbing pressure of her pumping pulse.
When his hand came to rest on the bare outcropping of her breast Kim realized he was moving awfully fast. She had allowed him to fondle her breasts before, but usually as the last act after a long session of much more harmless necking. Now he was going after them right away. But she didn't stop him; after all they were in the car and just about to leave the lake, he couldn't go very far in the few minutes they would kiss.
His hands glided from one breast top to the other, sliding on the abundant suntan oil, gently squeezing and feeling. It felt wonderful, and she enjoyed letting him do it.
Jimmy slid his hand down and under the scant cover of the bikini top, until he had her left breast cupped fully in his palm. Kim knew now was the time to stop him, to ask him politely not to do that to her ... but she couldn't, her body was whirling in orbit around the tongue washing inside her ear. It felt so good, and it was so harmless, a tongue in an ear, and she wanted it to go on forever and ever.
His large hand squeezed the full meatiness of the breast and sent shimmers of tingling heat into her from another area of her body. Jimmy could feel the extremely soft, pliant skin of her large, pink nipple. He had kissed her nipples once, only once, and that was enough to make him determined to go all the way with Kim. She was a knock-out, built like a dream, but still too afraid to get into heavy sex like the other girls. The only reason Jimmy put up with her innocent foolishness was because he wanted to be the first guy to stick it in her splendid body.
He rubbed the nipple with his palm and felt it grow hard against him; then he squeezed the breast hard and Kim let a low, helpless groan escape her lips. He had her turned on now and knew it. Jimmy was elated, she hadn't once tried the usual begging for him to stop, pushing his hands away, asking to be taken home. He pinched the nipple and felt how stiff and puckered it had become. It was like a hot raisin in his fingers and she still didn't resist.
The wine and the tongue in the ear. Yeah, the ear was something he had never tried before. In fact he'd only heard about it the other day from one of the guys. It was working wonders. She was melting in his arms. Jimmy moved his hand through her bikini top to the other breast and pinched into the soft nipple to feel that one grow into a tight pucker too.
Kim was confused, foggy. She couldn't really think straight, and each time she tried Something down deep inside her said not to. It was been such a wonderful day and now everything felt so much more wonderful.
When Jimmy pushed down on the bikini top it dropped away from the large, firm breasts and they were completely exposed. Kim didn't even realize it as he gazed down on the white globs of soft flesh with the rose-red nipples jabbing out like pencil points. She had great tits, big, full, high and pointed ... like one of those models they draw for the lingerie ads.
His lips were dying to taste the deliciousness of the nipples and bumpy tissue surrounding them, but Jimmy was going to try something new, a different approach. The bit with the ear had worked to throw her off guard, and now something else might work just as well. He ignored the breasts, even took his hand away from them, let them sit there fully exposed and vulnerable like two undesired melons.
The hand moved down to her belly and softly caressed back and forth. He even wiggled his fingertip into her navel and gave that shallow hole a thrill. Kim was confused alright; here she had allowed him to play with her breasts, to fondle them, pinch and squeeze ... she'd even let him pull her bikini top down and totally bare them, and what did he do? He ignored them.
Kim tilted her head to the side and brought her lips down to his neck. She let her tongue slide out to lick and taste his oiled flesh. He was even ignoring her ear! She kissed upward until his ear was at her lips. Then she did a daring thing-she stabbed her tongue-tip right into it.
Jimmy stiffened; he'd never realized how exciting it was himself. No wonder she got so turned on, he thought. His breath caught in his throat, his erect cock pounded with smoldering heat. She was driving him up the wall with her twisting, licking tongue. His hand moved down, he couldn't stop it; it slid right down and nestled between her legs. He felt the incredible fire of her crotch.
Kim's thighs opened slightly and she felt the pressure of his hand against her exploding pussy. She knew she was wet, running, with boiling liquids, hotter than she had ever felt in her life. And she wanted his hand there, wanted to have him press against the crying passion of her pussy until all the pent-up excitement in her body was released.
Jimmy looked down at the beauty of her swaying breasts sitting so lonely under his face. He threw all his plans to the wind; he just couldn't resist. He lowered his face and kissed the swollen mammoths. To his surprise, Kim's chest arched forward and she jammed the soft melons firmly into his sweaty face. She was actually pushing them eagerly up to him!
He kissed and licked back and forth, always coming closer to the anxious nipples. Kim was dying to feel him suck her caps, to have him draw them into his mouth and pull hard, really hard. To suck at them like he was trying to draw milk and make the nipples feel like they would burst right open....
Kim's hands came to the back of his head and pressed him even more solidly into her uplifted meat. For the first time in her life she didn't care; she wanted to feel good and couldn't give a damn about the cautions, the standards, the morals and all that silly bullshit. She wanted her tits sucked.
When the nipple came neatly between his lips Jimmy kissed it, then let it flow inside his mouth. It was like a fresh strawberry, a gourmet treat, a boiling cherry on his tongue. And his hand in her crotch now worked up and down against her pelvic bone and soft fullness ... she was letting him do it, not resisting at all while he jacked her off. Jimmy was ecstatic; Kim was finally coming around.
When he bit the nipple Kim drew in a deep, long breath of air. It felt so good! It was exactly what she wanted.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes, Jimmy. Bite me! Bite my nipples real hard!"
Jimmy was shocked to say the least; he had never expected anything but resistance from her, and now she was crying for him to chew her tits up. He clamped down hard on the nipple and felt it collapse like a chewy candy between his sharp teeth. He knew it had to hurt, but she only twisted her torso, jammed her tit against his nose, chin and eyes for more and more.
He gave it to her. Kim felt his teeth chewing at her soft globes, eating them like a dog attacks a bone. And it was driving her to higher and higher peaks of excitement. And his hand; she had forgotten completely about that! It was rubbing against her fire-laden pussy with greater and greater pressure.
"That's it, Jimmy ... Yes, that's so good!" she cried, as the swells of burning heat inside her guts started to issue outward. A sudden sense of absolute happiness came over her; tears welled in her brown eyes, and she could hardly breath. Her hips jerked, her breasts trembled, she gasped, and the lips of her well-rubbed twat glistened with thick, juicy moisture as it flowed from her insides.
Her climax was a complete surprise to Jimmy. She jammed her crotch up hard against his hand and he felt her grabbing at his wrist, pulling it. He thought she was going to stop Mm now, going to jerk his hand away and give him that we-went-to-far look. But what she did caught him so off-guard he almost fell down to the car floor.
She did pull his hand up, but at the same time she pushed her bikini bottoms down and away from her gurgling pussy. Then, much to Jimmy's shocked pleasure, she laid his hand right back down where it was before. Except this time there was nothing between his fingers and the excited, steaming cunt.
"Please ... please," she begged. "Touch me, make me feel real good. Pinch me and rub me...."
His cock was like an ignited stick of dynamite standing stiff and confined in his swimsuit. Jimmy felt the slick wetness and cooking heat of her pussy. It was soaked, as greased as the rest of her oiled body, and lifting up, begging for him to touch it, to slide a finger inside, to finger-fuck her.
"Oh, I feel so good," she sighed. Kim wrapped her arms tight around his head and just rolled sideways until they were laid out on the auto seat. She closed her eyes and imagined it was somewhere else, some romantic, tropical setting, and that they were lying under a palm tree at the beach.
Jimmy's face was smothered with her hot, sweltering breasts as he slid his finger up and down the juicy crease between her legs. He knew he was home free, she was too turned on to ever stop him now. The flush of excitement in his body screamed with joy, he was going to put it to the girl every other guy on campus would give up his car for.
"Oh ... yes, yesssssss ... she hissed, as his middle finger found her opening and slid between the trembling lips of her anxious pussy. She would let him go this far and no further, just stick the finger in there and draw one more happy climax from her turmoil of throbbing juices. Just one more climax.
His finger slid in easily, and Jimmy felt the extreme tightness of her hole collapse around him. He knew how to finger-fuck a girl, he had done that many times, and now he used all his experience to give Kim the thrill of her life. He took several deep dives inside the twat, then pulled back to the clitoris. That was the key, the button, the gong to ring. Kim's limber young body twisted out of control and lurched hungrily up to separate her soft thighs even more.
But the bikini bottoms were in the way; she couldn't really open up her legs. Kim used one hand and reached down to push the bothersome things to her knees. Then she bent her legs and felt them slide down to her ankles, and with a slight kick of her foot they dangled around one ankle. Kim opened herself wide to Jimmy's exploring, exciting fingers.
Jimmy's cock was driving him nuts. The head was pounding like a hammer, his chest was heaving with each breath. She was writhing, twisting her nudeness under him with total abandon, the girl was asked to be fucked. Not with a finger, but with his stiff, large cock of hard muscle. His free hand pushed at his trunks until they were well down his legs and the enlarged member sprang free like a charging gladiator. It was a splendid root of good length, with a wide-flared head of purple hue. It rose from a base of low-hanging balls and thick, curly blond hair like a strong, young tree in the spring.
Jimmy bided his time, though; he didn't want to make any hasty moves which might scare her off the wonderful course she was on. He pressed against her knotted, tight clitoris and rubbed it back and forth with short, rapid strokes of the finger. Her hips were jerking with regularity, she was even rising up hungrily to meet his pleasant probes. He took his free hand and slid it under her uplifted rump to feel the tremendous meaty softness of her ass.
Kim liked that; his hand hoisted her up higher, opened her up even more to his manipulating fingers. She was close, about to experience a second climax, and she could tell it was going to be the greatest of all. Better than any she had ever worked herself up to, better than the one she had just had. It felt like a thousand tiny firecrackers were going off inside her, and any minute the real big explosion would occur.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned as her hips slammed up high and eager at Jimmy's hand. It was coming, she could feel the boiling cream churning like cooked butter inside her. "Yes! Yes! It feels so good!"
Jimmy knew his cue. He quickly moved between her outstretched legs while still stroking her clitoris and biting her thrashing, hard-nippled breasts. His cock was hollering with urgency, bellowing out to feel the tight, juicy hug of the rumbling, glorying cunt only inches away.
Kim's head whipped back and forth to send her long hair into a wild tangle across her face. Her body was pumping, gushing, blasting out passionate joy. She never wanted it to stop if there was any way on earth to always feel so good she wanted to know how.
When his thick cockhead pressed against the lips of her wet box Kim suddenly froze. She forced her hips down and felt his hand being crushed under her fanny. She looked down at the long, poised stick and groaned. She was in the middle of her climax and he was ruining it all by trying to put his cock inside her, trying to fuck her while she was helplessly heaving her body up to him.
"Nooooooo ... please...." she moaned.
"Kim ... Kim, don't stop me," begged Jimmy. "Not now, not now while it can be so great!"
She reached down and clamped her hand across the still-screaming lips of her cunt to block his en trance. "Oh, please, Jimmy, I don't want to go that far ... please just use your finger," she cried.
"What about me?" he asked. "Am I just supposed to make you happy? Don't I get to enjoy myself too?"
Kim knew she was asking quite a lot.-Her lips trembled with apprehension she wanted him to resume what he was doing and bring back the ecstasy of her climax, but on the other hand she didn't want to go all the way ... not just yet. Now, now, not in a car.
"Oh, Jimmy," she cried. "I'm sorry, but please . ... "
Jimmy looked mad; she was really torturing him. Then she compromised. "Wait, just rub it against me. Don't put it inside, just work it up and down against me, okay?"
Jimmy didn't answer. He just fell forward and she felt the warm tool snuggle inside her crotch. It ran parallel to the lips of her pussy and they slithered against the thick pole to coat it with her cooking juice. He knew it would feel much better inside her, but for now he would just slide it up and down against her, masturbate her with his cock.
She had never even seen a cock up close except in pictures, but the sensitive flesh of her crotch seemed to reach out and feel everything about it, each nook and cranny, the pulpy, wide head and long, veined shaft. It was a delightful thing to have moving between your legs, driving pleasure against your bubbling, responding box.
"Ummmmmm," she was humming. Then she gasped and let out a cry of arousal, "Oh! Yes...."
He knew exactly what to do. Jimmy's mouth clamped around her ear and sucked; then the tongue slid inside and her whole body began to jerk and twist under him. His cock was whipping up and down, grinding against her with faster and faster strokes as she rose to feel each sliding inch of fire-hot stiffness.
She was at the peak of her climax, her eyes were closed, and she whipped her tongue rapidly across her lips as the glorious shafts of passion stabbed through her. Jimmy brought his meat low, and with an adjustment of his hips stabbed it right into the cream-gushing pussy lips.
At first she didn't realize what was happening, only that something was different, actually better. Then she felt her pussy lips stretch open with pain; his cockhead was muscling right inside her happy hole. Kim tried to twist her hips away, tried to evade the entering cock, but his hand under her ass held her firmly in place and there was no escape.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried as the searing pains ripped throughout her crotch. "Please don't!"
He was determined, no matter how much she screamed he was going to get his cock inside her.
Jimmy gave his rod a firm shove and the head popped abruptly into the squeezing entrance of her frantic gash. Kim strained to pull away, but he had her trapped under his weight; the cock was in and was now trying to shove deeper and deeper.
"Jimmy, no! Please don't! Please!" she cried out loud. "Not all the way, please!"
Her struggles were only exciting him more and Jimmy pushed ahead. When his cock came to the resistant wall of her hymen he knew he'd have to give her a brutal, shoving thrust. He decided to wait, to work his cockhead back and forth for a while until she accepted it and quit the silly struggling. As the flared tip of his pole moved in and out the short distance Kim did calm down somewhat, and the extreme pleasure started to return.
"No deeper, please," she begged in a soft voice. "Not right now, please. Some other time ... please...."
Kim had never felt so helpless in all her life. She was at his mercy. At any moment he could drive the cock to its full depth, smash her hymen and stuff her virgin cunt with hard, throbbing pecker. Tears flowed from her eyes, and she sniffed and looked up at him, imploring, pleading.
Jimmy kept his cock sliding to the shallow depth and tried to decide whether to take her now or wait. But his answer was pre-ordained. The tip of his cock shuddered with the thrill of getting inside the snug clamp of her twat and needed nothing more. At the last second Jimmy nodded agreement and Earn relaxed, then his cock erupted with the white paste of pent-up arousal.
He splattered his sticky cream inside the lips of the hole and out onto the soft brown hair. Kim felt the flowing paste as it smeared inside her and dribbled down her vulva and ass-cheeks. He issued several thrusting loads of jism across her crotch in a display of climaxing happiness. Then Jimmy collapsed on top of her nude body with a feeling of some accomplishment. No guy had ever gotten this far with Kim; he may not have popped her cherry, but he had fucked her, in a way, at least.
CHAPTER TWO
Now Kim felt the same thrilling sensations in her body that Jimmy had aroused that afternoon three weeks ago. But this was different. Doctor Conrad's fingers were gently, oh, so gently, touching the soft flesh and tight little lips of her pussy as he examined the youthful organ.
He wanted to lick right out and run his sweltering tongue right across her beautiful gash, then encompass it completely with his mouth and suck until her happiness drained down his gulping throat. But James Conrad knew better than to make such an impulsive move. He separated the pink lips with tender pressure from the fingers of each hand. Her hole opened up as best it could, the super-sensitive tissues of her inner lining glowed with pink health and showed no signs of any inflammation.
Taking his time and enjoying every moment of his inspection, Doctor Conrad decided to look deeper. Kim could hold back no longer, her insides were fluttering with arousal, her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. The doctor's probing hands were turning her on like a raging forest fire. She tried to hold her breath, but that only delayed her gasp, and a tremble of passionate enjoyment traveled from her throat to her crotch.
James saw what was happening. He knew she was young and highly excitable; in fact, if her reaction were any different he would have been surprised. He stared into her spread-open box and watched as the walls moistened with lubricating fluids and a tiny tremor of muscular spasms shook the internal beauty. He wondered if he was looking deep enough; so far there were still no signs of anything wrong at all ... only signs of splendid perfection in the inviting, heat-issuing cavity.
When she felt his finger sliding deep inside her Kim stiffened. It felt good, too good; she grimaced to force back the bodily expressions of her great pleasure.
James used his finger to feel for anything to indicate a disease. There was nothing, just slick, soft flesh of such heat he thought his fingernail might curl. Then, to his surprise, he found it-her hymen. She was a virgin. He blinked, then again pressed his finger deep to make sure. He was right.
He was also confused. Okay, he had a liar on his hands. She gave him a false name, address, age ... that happened frequently when a young girl found herself in some sort of trouble and wanted to keep her parents from finding out. But did she lie about the possible disease too? How in hell can a virgin get VD, he asked himself.
Sure, it was possible, he knew that. But instances of toilet-seat VD are very rare ... and she had said her boyfriend gave it to her. James slipped his ringers from inside the juice-dripping gash and watched the superhuman tension in Kim's limber young body go away. She obviously was unaware of the constant trembling on the inside of her thighs, the flexed anxiousness of her proud rump, the heated juice dripping freely and abundantly from her assaulted pussy.
Kim sighed when she felt his hands leave her; it was finally over and she hadn't exploded. But she'd came close, oh, so close. One more stab of his finger would have made her cry and whimper helplessly as an orgasm cascaded right out of her fuming twat onto his face and hands.
James took one last look at the delightful sight of the snug cunt and lowered her legs from the stirrups, He didn't smile, but used his most serious expression as he said, "You can get up now, Glenda."
Kim slowly rose up and covered herself with the gown, and a sense of relief came over her until she saw his face. The expression made her heart sink, and she knew she had it ... had it good. Why else would he look that way?
He pointed to the chair opposite his desk. "Have a seat for a minute, Glenda. There are a few questions I'd like to ask before I take a blood sample."
James leaned forward and used his best warm smile before saying, "I have to ask you a few questions about your relationship with this young man. There are a few questions in my mind I'd like to clear up before I go any further."
She stared at the floor. "Yes, doctor."
"How old is he?"
"Eighteen."
"Have you been going out very long?"
The questions seemed crazy, but Kim answered anyway. "About four months, I guess."
"How frequently did you have sex?" he asked.
Kim looked up; her big, brown eyes seemed to melt into his stare. She knew he'd ask that. "Only once."
"Once?"
"Yes." She looked back down to the floor. Kim couldn't bring herself to look into the doctor's handsome face and discuss sexual relations with Jimmy.
"How about petting? Did you engage in much heavy petting?"
"What do you mean by heavy?" she asked.
"I'll rephrase the question. How often did you allow him to come in contact, any kind of contact, with your vagina?"
Kim swallowed. "Once."
"Okay, then we're talking about a single incident, that explains a lot. But now I have to know precisely how far that incident went."
With a frustrated stammer she blurted, "We went all the way! I told you that!"
"Now don't get excited, Glenda. I know you went all the way, but I have to know exactly how far he went inside you."
"Why do you have to know that?" Kim asked as the tears started to run down her cheeks.
"For very important reasons," he replied. He wanted to run to her and lick the tears away with his tongue. She seemed so frail, so helpless, so totally lost in the chair. "Very important. You know I wouldn't ask otherwise."
Kim sniffed. "He only went in a little bit, I stopped him before he got it all in."
"Did he touch the rest of your vaginal area with his penis? Was there much preliminary contact between your organs?"
"Oh, God, why do you have to know all this?" Kim finally cried out. Large tears of humiliation streamed from her eyes.
"Because I saw no overt signs of venereal disease and am trying to determine if you perhaps have gonorrhea rather than syphilis!"
The clinical words snapped Kim back to reality. He was a doctor, she knew she was being silly by not trusting him and answering the questions.
"We touched a lot," she answered.
"In what way? What parts of his organ touched yours?" James asked.
Kim inhaled and tried to compose herself. "He ran himself up and down against me for quite a while before trying to put it inside me."
"I see. Did that feel good? I mean did it arouse you enough to cause your vagina to get moist?"
She caught her breath and nodded. "Yes, I was wet."
"Did he reach the state of ejaculation?" Kim swallowed. "Yes."
"Was his ejaculation inside you? Even just inside your opening the slightest amount?"
"Yes, I believe so. But then...." She stopped. "Then what?"
She closed her eyes, that helped. In a barely audible voice she said, "He pulled it out and it finished on my belly."
"Then some of it was released outside you, on your belly. Anywhere else?"
"On my backside."
James imagined the scene, some young man furiously trying to screw her while she resisted and begged. His cock finally erupting with sperm and being unable to stay inside her twat. She must have been twisting, pulling away, frightened and in a panic. James wondered what the young man's reaction was to all this.
"Was your boyfriend angry?" he asked.
Her eyes opened. "Huh? What does that have...."
"Just answer my question, was he angry?" The eyes closed. "Yes."
James had all the answer he needed for now. Obviously the young punk was angry enough to call her up and feed her this lie about VD. It was his juvenile way of getting back at her, and it probably wouldn't stop there either. He'd spread the word at school, ruin her reputation. James decided one more question would cinch his theory.
"Did you break up with him or did he break up with you?"
"I broke up with him, I told him I never wanted to go out with him again," Kim answered.
"My examination shows no signs of VD whatsoever, Glenda. I still want to take some blood for lab tests, but I'm sure you have nothing to worry about in that area."
She smiled for the first time, and James was swept away with desire. She was a ripe little plum and he wanted his taste before she spoiled. "I'm making an appointment for you tomorrow. What time are you out of school?"
"Three-thirty. But why do I need an appointment?" she asked.
"For pregnancy tests, young lady. There are indications that no disease was transferred, but possibly something else was."
"A baby?" Kim's heart was flooded with dread. "I might be pregnant?"
"Possibly. But if we find out soon enough it will be a simple matter to reverse. How's four-thirty?"
She was stunned. She hadn't even given that a thought. If she was pregnant and her parents ever found out they'd kill her. James saw the sudden paleness in her well-tanned face, the attempts to swallow away the dryness in her throat. She'd show up tomorrow without a doubt. But he wanted to be sure.
"Okay, Kimberly Lewis, tomorrow at four-thirty."
At first it didn't dawn on her, and she stood and started for the screen where her clothes were. Then she stopped and turned back. "You called me Kimberly...."
"Yes, I did." He smiled. "I knew you were lying to me and I had to find out before proceeding. I'm sorry, but I looked inside your purse, Kim. I have your correct name, address, and age. If you fail to show up tomorrow I'll make sure the results of the lab tests and a statement of charges will be delivered to your parents."
"Oh no!"
"But if you let me help you and promise not to he to me ever again I'll make sure they never find out. Agreed?"
She nodded. She had no choice.
"We'll trust each other, right?" Conrad asked.
"Yes, doctor."
"Now get dressed and I'll take some blood."
CHAPTER THREE
Doctor James Conrad had his plans all figured out. He hardly slept that night, instead envisioning the lengths to which he could take dear, frightened Kim. He thought once about ethical standards and snickered; the old phrase he learned in medical school came back to him. It was told him by an experienced physician during a moment of drunken conversation. "Everything and anything's ethical, my boy," the older man said, "until you get caught. So remember this, the greatest ethic is never to get caught."
And James didn't plan on getting caught. He had her against the wall, cornered, and it would only take a few expert manipulations to turn this child into a full-fl-edged woman, a women who would be grateful and indebted to him for the rest of her life. After all, how many young girls are lucky enough to be launched on their sexual paths by a medical expert?
The next day was Friday and he knew most of the staff and other doctors would be gone by four o'clock, so privacy was guaranteed. All he had to do was invent a way to bring the young girl's arousal back to the point it was at yesterday. That would involve another examination, one which would probe deeper.
The blood was sent to the lab with instructions to expedite the results. All tests returned negative-no VD, no pregnancy, nothing but absolute health. The girl was clean as a whistle, a whistle Conrad's lips were dying to blow.
He performed his research well and found that Kimberly Lewis was the eldest of two daughters living with their parents in a well-to-do area just outside of town. Her father was a school principal and her mother an active social type. Of course Kim would be frightened to death over the prospect of bringing scandal down on her uptight family. And what can sound more scandalous to a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl than VD or pregnancy?
"Doctor? I have a patient out here, she says she has a four-thirty appointment. Is that right?"
"Yes! Is it a ... em ... a Miss Watson?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Good. You can show her in and that's all I have. Go home if you like."
"Thank you, doctor," the nurse answered.
Nurse Phillips was efficient as well as beautiful, and she usually stayed until the last patient was gone. James hoped she'd take his suggestion and leave early. She wasn't stupid and he didn't need her getting suspicious and possibly curious.
Kim was dressed in faded blue jeans and multicolored tee-shirt when she entered the office. James realized how young she looked, how innocent. Kim stood nervously just inside the door as the doctor pretended interest in some papers on his desk. He suddenly looked up, smiled, and said, "Sit down, Kim."
She meekly went to the chair and sat. "I'm sorry I'm late, I had to go home and get the car."
"Oh? You drive?" James asked.
"Yes, I got my license six months ago." Kim stirred in the chair; actually she was late because she couldn't find the courage to come inside. She had been sitting in the car out in the parking lot for the past half hour, one moment crying, the other staring blankly outside at the pavement.
"Well, I got the results back, Kim," Conrad bluntly said.
"Oh? What do they say?" She swallowed. He was very attractive, so well-groomed and neat looking. That was the worst thing; she had had physical examinations before ... but never by a young doctor, nor one so handsome.
"You don't have VD."
"Oh, good." She sighed with relief and smiled.
"But the pregnancy test was inconclusive; I have to make a more thorough examination and take another blood sample."
Her heart sank. She was afraid of this, had worried all night about it. Inconclusive results? That's all she needed, getting pregnant just because of one simple error. Her parents would die.
"There's a clean gown behind the screen," James said. To his pleasure she responded automatically, stood up and went behind the screen without hesitation. He was exerting excellent control over her.
She went straight for the examination table and slid up without any instruction whatsoever. Her cute little buns bounced behind her, driving James' pulse into a high pitch. She actually appeared to be eagerly anticipating his examination. James stood and went to the side of the table.
"Lie back," he said.
She did, and the gown slid up to reveal the soft brown fur of her crotch. James lifted the gown up higher and saw that she still wore the well-packed bra. Gobs of soft meat bulged from the sides of the large halter, beautiful, luxuriant flesh of stark white.
"You'll have to remove the bra, Kim" Conrad said.
She didn't resist or ask why. She sat up and reached back to unsnap the bra. But getting it off was a different matter; the gown was in the way and she had to undo the tie-strings and let it slide away. As she dropped the bra from her breasts James inhaled. They were magnificent, absolutely unbelievable! The two jugs sat out from her slim frame like twin rockets with red-nose cones. They were the firmest breasts he had ever seen, large, high, full and solid.
She started to pull the gown back up her arms.
"No, don't bother with that," James quickly said. "It will only get in the way."
Kim felt some reassurance with the gown on, not much, but some. But if the doctor didn't want it on she wouldn't insist; all she wanted was to know whether she was pregnant or not. She trembled slightly when he reached for her breast.
The giant mound was soft and pliant, delicate as cotton candy as James cupped it gently in his hand. Kim's insides were rumbling again, his tender caress was driving fire throughout her. She closed her eyes, held her breath, hoped he wouldn't take too long.
He gave the swollen, warm tit a firm squeeze and released it. It bobbled like jelly as he moved to the other one and squeezed it. Her nipples were drawn and puckered like two crimson buttons as he massaged the pliant melons.
"Lie back," he said.
Kim dropped to her back, completely forgetting the discarded gown. The doctor's hands now covered the nipples and pressed. His fingers explored the puckered circles until she thought they would burst. Finally a shudder ran acorss the flatness of her belly and the slightest gasp escaped her lips.
James pinched each nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes were closed, she was highly excited, and he knew she would have no idea what he was doing in such a state. Another happy tremble overtook the ecstatic body, a low groan came from deep within her dry, heated throat, and James slowly drew his hands from the tits and softly trailed them down her body toward the pussy. The groaning grew louder, she couldn't think; he made her feel so good, so warm, so much like a women that she no longer cared if he saw her reactions or not.
"I don't think we need the stirrups this time," James said. "Just lift your legs up and back, way back."
He gently assisted her as she bent the knees and opened her cooking crotch to his view. James wanted plenty of working room, and he pushed her limber legs back much further than could be managed by the stirrups. They curled back and down until the knees were touching her breasts and the full glory of her sweet pink cunt was riding high above her upturned ass.
"Wrap your arms around your legs and hold them in that position, please," he said.
Kim obeyed. Whatever he wanted. Anything to get the examination over with. James looked down on the sparsely -haired pussy and wanted to dive right in. It was gorgeous, pink-lipped, surrounded by full, white flesh and underscored by the well-exposed pucker of her little asshole. He walked to the end of the table and said, "This will take a few minutes, Kim. So just try and relax."
His fingers once again sent spasms of lust into her groin; they were touching, separating the lips, feeling and, worse of all, coming into occasional contact with her explosive clitoris. James inserted his finger fully into the pink crevice and felt the flowing moisture and heat. She was easily aroused and he liked that. It was a tight little crack, one designed to hug a cock into total oblivion.
He made sure his finger was in constant contact with her clitoris as he sent another one deep inside to twirl and work the trembling walls into flames. The juice started to trickle from the lower part of the lips; it was like morning dew on a fresh rosebud. After a few moments the trickle became a stream of glistening wetness, down her crevice and across the anus.
"Uhhhhhh...." she softly moaned. It was driving her insane; she couldn't hold back. Her pussy was so hot, so aroused, it felt so good!
"Don't worry about reacting," James said. "It's very normal to experience pleasure with this kind of examination."
"Mmmmmmmmm...." she moaned.
James shoved his finger deep into the twat and gave it several brisk twists. His knuckle battered against the clitoris and drew forth the desired response. Her backside shook, she gasped, and a gush of boiling liquid drained from her.
"Oh! Oh! Please ... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she cried with a strained voice.
A climax engulfed her. The hips and ass started to jerk up and down out of control, but James kept his finger well imbedded in the happy slit. Kim pulled down tight on her knees and felt them crush against her pulsating nipples. She was embarrassed, she was acting like a child, her body was throwing itself around without any control.
James knew the time was ripe. He wasn't going to waste her climax by asking, suggesting, prescribing or faking ... he was just going to do it. His mouth came down on the top of the juice-soaked crack and sucked. The trembling pussy lips were drawn inside his and his tongue whipped across the deliciousness.
Kim had no idea what was going on when she felt the soft thing slide inside her and move. It felt tremendous, whatever it was, it was drawing her excitement to even greater heights. She squeezed down on her knees tighter and hoped he didn't consider her some kind of fool.
James ran his tongue deep inside the soft squeeze of her pussy and scooped at the cream. Her buttocks jerked up and drove the hot cunt solidly against his sucking lips. Then he pulled back and lashed at her clitoris, teased it until a violent shudder of smashing muscles traveled the length of her cunt.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in a shrill, helpless voice.
James rested his hands on the backs of her mellow thighs and increased his tongue-lashing. He drove deep, pulled back, slapped at the clitoris and drove deep again. Her climax lasted for several long minutes of constant lurches and twists.
His face was sweating; she was responding better than he had dreamed. He licked her vaginal area clean and swallowed the golden delights of her raining twat. Then his hand went back to the cunt and resumed the massaging, probing, pinching and squeezing. James stood up and leaned over her nude, trembling body.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
Her eyes were hollow with passion. She tried to gulp her breath under control but couldn't. A slight line of perspiration was on her trembling upper lip. All she could do was nod. She loved it, it was the best thing she had ever felt.
"Do you want me to finish what your boyfriend started?" he bluntly asked.
She didn't answer. Her brown, helpless eyes just stared up at him. "I can do it much better than any boyfriend, I can teach you the right way," he added.
She still didn't answer, her breath was coming in sporadic gasps, and he wondered if she'd even heard him. James removed his gown quickly and let his pants drop to the floor. The examination table was at precisely the right height, he'd made sure of that earlier in the day. And her furnace-like pussy sat near the edge, cooking, screaming to be satisfied.
His cock was howling hot too. James lowered his underwear and stroked the extremely long, thick rod with his free hand. He was big, very big, and she was small, awfully small. He knew it would take some effort on his part to keep from hurting her, but that was all part of the pleasure.
He washed the blood-gorged head of his pounding cock back and forth against her vulnerable twat. Kim's head was throbbing; she knew he wasn't just examining her, she realized he had put his mouth on her pussy and slid his tongue inside. He was intentionally trying to arouse her sexually and was now preparing to go all the way. She wanted to cry out for him to stop, but something kept her voice smothered deep inside.
Tears filled her eyes as she tried to solve her dilemma; she knew the longer she remained silent the more he would do. James used both hands to separate the folds of her tiny box and guide his wide-flared cock inside. She had taken the length of a glans once before, he told himself; that would be the easiest part.
"Ugggghhhhh!" she groaned as she felt the thick shaft forcing inside her.
James went slowly and allowed each section of her cuntal walls to grow accustomed to his stretching size. Kim felt nothing but the pain of separation, the shattering sting from the tissues and muscles of her delicate hole. It was hurting her; she'd never felt anything so terrible in her life. "Please!" she suddenly cried. "No, please don't!"
He was surprised by her outcry, it meant he'd allowed her level of excitement to drop. James didn't answer, instead he pushed her knees apart until the pointed tips of her tits were exposed. He gave each nipple a firm squeeze, then pinched. She gasped, opened her mouth to beg him to stop, but could only moan helplessly.
"Ohhhhhhh...."
He gave the cock a forceful nudge and felt her clamping walls separate around him. They were hugging his rod like tightly packed cement. Then the resistant wall of tissue, her hymen, like a net set by Mother Nature to ensnare violators, stopped the advancement of his thick cockhead.
James worked his cock back and forth in the short area between her stretched yawning pussy lips and the hymen. He wanted her to get used to the feel of the cock before smashing the wall and giving her the whole thing. With each stroke Kim let a crying yelp of pain like a small dog left alone. Then the sting was replaced by joy.
He saw it coming and smiled; she was about to climax again, about to spill her happy guts all over his root. He increased the tempo and made sure her clitoris received the lion's share of the battering. Kim's fanny rode up and twisted hungrily; the cock felt good now, it felt wonderful, and she wanted it to stay, to pump inside her until this next orgasm was over. Then she'd beg him to stop, cry for mercy.
"Oh! God! she cried. "I'm going to ... it's ... it ... it feels so good!"
"That's the girl," James whispered.
She bolted up hard and he plunged deep with his cock and felt the wall of tissue destruct like wet tissue paper.
"Auuuuuugh!" she cried with a grimace, but the pain was overwhelmed by pleasure, and her hips jerked up for more and more of the pleasant shaft.
James grinned. He had timed it perfectly. His cock was three-quarters of the way inside and she was loving it. This little bunny was now going to learn how to fuck.
Her legs were kicking, she was thrashing her torso back and forth as he hunched forward and drove his cock to its full depth. James pulled slowly back and pressed inward once again. Her eyes closed, her hips swayed from side to side; the cock was in, and it was accepted.
He made several deep running strokes before pushing her body further up on the table. She was no longer resistant; her mind, her body, her soft pussy were now eager for the pecker. James mounted the table between her legs and slid his juice-soaked, burning-hot cock back into the tight-fleshed box.
"Now, isn't this a lot better than what your boyfriend did?" he quietly asked.
She refused to speak or even look into his face. Kim knew he was taking advantage of her and wanted to refuse him the pleasure of knowing she was glad.
"Isn't it?" he asked while giving his cock a hard, deep shove into her sensitive depths. "Ugggghhh!"
"Isn't it?" he smashed into her once again. "Yes! Yes! It is!"
"How good does it feel? Tell me!" he demanded.
"Please...." she begged, as the constantly moving cock made her insides swirl with joy.
"Tell me! Tell me how good it feels!" James insisted.
She whimpered, then whispered, "Good. It feels good."
"Loud. Say it out loud!"
She made a twisting grind with her hips and felt the thick pole stretching her deepest regions, thrilling the newly touched flesh with each penetration. "Good! It feels good!" she groaned.
"More. Tell me more...."
"It feels better than anything else in the world. I love it. It's making me all hot and trembling, I never want it to stop. Never!" she cried suddenly.
James laughed with happiness and for the first time brought his mouth down to hers. His tongue snaked into her delicate mouth and tasted the freshness, the hot eagerness, while she sucked at his lips and tongue with powerful draws. Kim wanted to feel his twisting tongue slide right down her gulping, soft throat.
The pain was gone. Kim's well-stocked pussy was now shaking with happiness around the stiff member, it was shuddering along the whole length. James felt like his cock was in a washing machine, a churning, hugging pit of a thousand kissing mouths and licking tongues all pressing against his iron-hard rod to drive it to the highest pitch of frenzy.
Another climax ripped through her body and culminated with a fist-like grab at his cock by the inner lining of muscular tissue in her box. Doctor Conrad quickened his pace and drove the deep-running pecker with fast, non-stop stabs until her hips heaved hungrily up and she wrapped her legs around his thrusting rear end.
"Oh God! Oh! You're making me feel so wonderful!" she cried with absolute delight as the smashing prick slammed her wet walls time and time again.
James couldn't believe it. The young thing was responding so well! She was actually happy he was fucking her, thrilled that he would honor her so. He laughed inside and wondered if all the young girls this age were so easy to seduce, and so easy to please.
"Oh ... I love it when you pull out so slow like that," she sighed up to him with beaming, passion-filled eyes.
James slowly slid his wide-flared penis along the squeezing length of her sucking gash. She closed her eyes and hummed with happiness as she felt the glans scrubbing against her, drawing the charged lust of her pussy along with it. "Yesssss ... That feels so smooth, so exciting...." she sighed.
James was impressed, very impressed. This was her first time and she was taking it like a champ, relaxing, enjoying, not trying to drain more from the situation than it warranted. He slid his hands down under the juice-coated mounds of her ass and hoisted her hips up to him while plunging deep inside the gurgling thirst of the tight twat.
"Ugggh! Oh! Yes! Bang me! Bang me real hard! Make me the right size for you!" she blurted.
The little virgin was quickly turning into a wild animal as he pounded straight down with his large cock and riveted his hips to hers. With a full-bodied groan she seemed to melt around the pecker and merge her cunt walls to it.
"Roll over," James said.
"Huh?"
"Get on your hands and knees."
"Why?" she asked.
He grinned. "So I can teach you something else. You've caught on to this part awfully fast."
She giggled as he removed his dripping cock, and rolled onto her belly. James licked his lips as he watched her rise up to a kneel and lean down on her hands. The rounded slope of her tender ass was a perfect moon, a curve of concentric proportions with a deep, dark, inviting crack between.
He kneeled behind her and said, "Now lower down to your elbows and push your backside at me.
James ran his hands across the soft mounds of her ass and decided he had better not break in her anus this time. No, that would be too much. He moved his cock to the fluid-oozing crack of her cunt and pushed. The cockhead opened her up neatly and once again experienced the total collapse of moist, hot vaginal walls engulfing it.
"Ohhhhhh...." she moaned. "It feels so deep. So much deeper than before."
James grabbed her by the hips and started a series of fast, deep thrusts. The girl had enjoyed several orgasms, she was obviously enjoying him immensely, now was the time for his pleasure. His hips blurred with speed as his cock sent repeated clips in and out of the slurping crevice between her legs. She jammed her meaty ass back hard to open herself completely to the assault.
"It's so good! I feel so wonderful!" she cried happily.
James knew a woman's orgasms were supposed to come at wider and wider intervals of time during sex. With Kim, this definitely was not the case. They were now coming in almost one constant climax. Finally he felt his own turn coming; his cock was hot, melting hot inside the lava flow of her hole, and it was tingling with the news of an explosive event.
He imbedded his cock at full depth and just held it there as her talented, hungry cunt battered it with spasming, churning muscular hugs. He didn't have to do a thing, just hold it in there and let her go crazy on it. Her sweet ass made grinding heaves onto the spike, her twat went berserk with another slamming climax, drawing the payload from his cock.
He lurched forward suddenly and felt the swell of his glans, the intense pressure of rising jism, the buzzing lust at the very tip of his cock. Then it came. The white paste of his balls bounded free to spray and coat her virgin pussy with its first real taste of sperm. He creamed the full hole with several shoving spurts of frothing, steaming sperm which bubbled, drained, dribbled as best they could in the tightness, finally leaking from the stretched, red circle of her cock-hugging lips.
It drooled down his balls to glaze them like candies, and down her satin thighs in slow-running, sticky streams. Kim's white ass was clipping without stop, she was crying something, slamming her cunt forcefully down on the pleasure-giving cock and having another climax.
"I don't want it to stop! I love it! I love it!" she was screaming.
James let her work her cunt on his rod until it finally went too limp .and slid from the semen-leaking twat. He had turned a frightened young virgin into a lust-crazed beast, and he knew it. He had never imagined she would respond so eagerly. He was proud of himself; a short while ago this young thing was petrified to even have a man touch her, and now she was a full-fl-edged cock lover.
One thing bothered him, though. Her appeal as a virgin, as a frightened young doe, a mere child, was what had really attracted him in the first place. But that was obviously all gone now. She was still a delightful, beauty, firm, tender, but somehow the aura of her inexperience had been the finest thing about her, and now she was willing, anxious, eager. James decided he would have to dream up a few things to surprise her, to force her back into that state of innocent fear he missed so much.
She had to have a weak spot, something she'd never think of doing with anyone. And James was determined to find it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kim felt absolutely wonderful. It was Tuesday, and tomorrow would be Wednesday, and Wednesday was now very important in her life. That's when she and James decided would be a good time for her appointment, Wednesday at five and Friday at four-thirty. Two days a week!
Everything was so perfect. He was a man, a real, mature man ... and not only that, a doctor! Her head had been spinning until Monday morning when she had to go to school. But even school seemed okay now that she had her secret romance going with the handsome young doctor. She inspected her body every morning and was pleased to see she was no different-physically, that is. Inside, in her mind, her heart, she was now a woman.
The smug-faced girls at school who were always bragging about what they did with their boyfriends would die with envy; they'd actually scream, if they knew. But Kim had promised Doctor Conrad, solemnly promised that she'd tell no one, not even her younger sister or best friend.
She liked that, being trusted with such a responsibility. He'd really get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out he was having sex with a sixteen-year-old girl ... woman. Of course he did say he'd deny everything and expose the reason for her original visit, say that she was doing this because he refused to treat her without parental consent. But Kim was sure he said that just to scare her, just to let her know he was the boss. He was so cute when he acted stern.
Even Jimmy seemed to notice the difference in her, the way she walked with her head held high and smiled with such contentment. He made a point of running into her in the cafeteria and asking if she'd done anything about the "problem."
"Problem? What problem?" she asked.
He looked around uneasily and shifted his feet. "You know, the thing I called you about."
A finger went to her moist lips and she pretended to think. "Let's see, oh yes! You did call me, didn't you? What was that about?"
"Dammit, Kim you know what it was about! Did you go see a doctor?"
"Why?" she innocently asked. She wanted to force him to say it, wanted to hear the words from his stinking lips.
"Aw, shit, Kim! The VD! Did you get checked out for VD?" he blurted.
"Oh!" she threw her hands in the air and laughed. "That! You silly boy, why didn't you say so in the first place?"
His face was red with fury as he insisted on knowing. "Well? Did you find out?"
Her eyes narrowed and suddenly Kim felt the wonderful power of a loved, desired, beautiful woman. "Listen to me, you filthy creep," she hissed. "I'm so clean my pussy squeaks and I doubt if you've ever had anything worse than jock-itch from your filthy underpants."
Jimmy's mouth fell open, his eyes went wide with awe. The last thing in the world he'd ever expected was to hear such language from the pristine lips of Kimberly Lewis. He was so shocked that her words didn't sink into his befuddled brain for several moments. He finally closed his mouth and sat back with a renewed sense of respect for the girl with the eternal-virgin reputation.
"How'd you figure it out?" he asked.
She stared off into space like she was being bothered by his dumb questions. "Figure out what?"
"That I was lying. That I was just trying to make you go through with the examination and the hassle with your folks."
A burning rage flared up suddenly inside Kim, she wanted to scratch and rip the bastard's eyes right from the sockets and stomp them flat on the floor. "It was simple," she said while containing the fury. "I knew you were upset because I rejected you and expected some juvenile revenge out of you."
"You rejected me?" he stammered. "That's not true. I rejected you after ... after we...."
"After we what?" she asked, while staring off again.
He leaned forward and whispered it. "After I fucked you, dammit!"
"Hah!" she scoffed. "You didn't fuck me, silly boy. I let you wet the tip of your little peter and you exploded. It takes a real man to fuck me, fuck me right."
"I don't get you," he finally said. "I think you're nuts, really nuts."
"And I think you're a childish asshole," she said, while walking away in her most mature stride.
Kim had time to go home and shower on Wednesday before the appointment. She dressed in her finest, silkiest underpants and briefest, laciest bra. Over that she wore a tight sweater and very short skirt, one which lifted up nice and high when she bent over in front of the mirror. Her fanny showed, all snug and wrapped up in pink undies; she knew James liked her rump and wanted to make sure it pleased him.
She took her mother's car after being told to be home by seven-thirty for dinner. "Sure, mom!" she called out as she danced down the driveway and sped off to her rendezvous.
Doctor James Conrad had had a hell of a day. Busy, one patient after the other. Old, wrinkled bodies and oozing sores and athletes foot and hemorrhoids. The only thing that got him through the day with a smile on his face was the five o'clock appointment. That was worth it all, the reason he had to cram his appointment schedule to make time. He wanted to have from four to five free, time to shave and brush his teeth and make his plans.
By five most of the other doctors were on their way home, even Nurse Phillips would be gone by that time. The place would be deserted except for him and his nymphet, his hungry, willing-to-learn baby-doll. And he had his lesson plan for the day all figured out by ten to five.
Kim's eagerness got her there early and she sat in the reception area for fifteen minutes staring at the blond hair and full, red lips of Nurse Phillips. She knew she was looking at a real woman, a mature female about thirty years old, one who had been around and most likely knew her stuff. The idea of some day being such a worldly and still-beautiful woman appealed to Kim; Nurse Phillips was alright.
Nurse Phillips went about her work and ignored the large-eyed stare of the little girl. It was almost five and she wanted to clear out fast, it had been a hell of a day. And that new doctor sure didn't help, having her re-adjust his appointments so he could have four to five free. Now, to beat it all, he has a five o'clock appointment show up, one that wasn't even scheduled. If he expected her to sit around and wait he had another think coming, no way. The patient goes into his office and Nurse Phillips gets her tired butt home.
She stood, it was five. "Right this way, please," she said to the child.
Kim admired the way Nurse Phillips' full, round backside filled out her crisp, white nurse uniform. The dress was of modest length, but still, ample amounts of her curving calves and the back of her knees showed with their filmy white covering of nylon hose. And she stood tall and proud and walked with such a confident step. Yes, Nurse Phillips, with her mature, experienced body, was someone to admire.
Kim found herself considering a career as a nurse when she was led into Doctor Conrad's office. Nurse Phillips smiled politely and closed the door behind her. James waited until she was gone before looking up from his papers and grinning. Kim nervously shifted her weight and smiled back; James liked her slight display of uneasiness.
"Sit down," he said.
She went to the chair and did as he instructed. Her short skirt moved up high on her soft thighs and his eyes drank in their clean loveliness. Kim squirmed and slowly crossed the legs, very slowly and very wide, so that he could have the pleasure of viewing deep under the scant cover of the skirt.
James saw the pink panties stretching around the puffy fullness of her little twat. Her mellow inner thighs and compact buns showed their untanned area of stark white against the pinkness, tender, melt-in-your-mouth flesh of such texture and softness even a kiss would leave a red mark of excitement. The panties were so tight against her crotch that he could make out the subtle bulge, then the abrupt indentation where the pussy lips beckoned hungrily against the pink satin.
The pleasure of her uneasiness was destroyed by this obvious display of herself. She was trying, in a rather juvenile way, to turn him on, and he didn't like it. James knew he would have to go to some rather far-out extremes to drive this girl's sense of propriety back to the forefront of her personality. He decided on humiliation.
His expression became stern and a tingle of excitement ran up Kim's spine. She was getting a reaction. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. "Are you trying to accomplish something by showing off your cunt like that?" he asked.
Kim swallowed. She didn't expect him to sound so offended. But she had decided during the past few days to be completely honest with the handsome doctor, to tell him anything and everything so he could properly guide her toward womanhood. She nodded as a blush came across her cheeks. "Yes...." she whispered.
"Trying to turn me on? Act worldly and free?"
Her eyes looked down at the floor and she closed her legs together. "I guess so. I'm sorry."
James was thrilled. His cock started to stiffen and bend upward in his pants. He had her going now, she was embarrassed and off her guard; if he could only keep it that way. "Well, you're not" he said. "You're making an effort but it's far short of what I like to see."
"I'm sorry," she quietly mumbled.
"I want you to take the panties off," he stated.
Her pussy fluttered with intoxication at his order, a spear of electricity tingled at her anus. She started to stand and do as he directed.
"No!" he snapped. "Stay sitting. Squirm out of them in the chair."
Kim sat back down and slowly lifted her skirt up to reach the elastic waistband of the pink undies. She felt somewhat obscene, foolish, the blush on her cheeks grew more visible. As she hooked her fingers into the waistband and started to work the panties under her abundant ass James inhaled. She was shaken, he had her on the right path; the little girl was being beautifully awkward.
She had to rise up slightly to tug the undies from under the gentle roundness of her rump before pushing them along the soft fullness of her limber thighs. When they came away from her pussy she felt the cooler air of the room wash across the slight wetness and hungry yearning of the lips. The chair was deep and had a soft cushion forcing her to lift her legs up to get the panties completely off.
James saw the wetness already glistening on her choice little box with the crown of wispy brown. She leaned forward to remove the panties from her foot, then sat back holding them, confused, not knowing what to do. The doctor held out his hand and she placed the pink ball of satin in it.
With a feeling of absolute power James let the undies drape across his hand with the crotch, the part which snuggled so tight against her pussy, stretched out on his palm. He held them there where she could see and gave her another order. "Now cross your legs. Now try to turn me on."
Kim gulped. Her fanny felt hot, sweaty; she knew she was juicing up fast and he'd see everything. She didn't want him to treat her this way, to try and make her feel dumb, but he had to know what he was doing, she had to trust him. Slowly she drew one leg up and bent it across the other. Her cunt was exposed to his view and she couldn't look him in the face.
"Real nice," he said. "Now that's a beaver shot.
Your pink pussy is sitting there like a little begging puppy asking for a bone from the master."
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to...."
"Quiet!" he snapped. "Just do as I say and don't concern yourself with anything else."
"Yessir."
"Now jack off."
"What?" her eyes came to his with an expression of wide surprise and confusion.
"You've masturbated before, haven't you?"
"Uh ... uh ... oh, why are you doing this to me?" she asked with a shrill cry.
He grinned, she was really going now. "Whatever I do is for your own good, Kim. Now tell me, have you ever masturbated?"
She closed her mouth and nodded.
"Don't nod, tell me."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what?"
Her answer was a whimper. "Yes ... I've masturbated."
"Good. Now do it right there, show me how you jack your cunt off."
Tears built in her brown eyes as she speared a finger between the lips of her twat and started rubbing, worked the pinkness into a yearning red sea of juice-oozing tissue. She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling as the finger inflamed her hole, as she felt herself moving closer and closer to the orgasm he wanted.
"Hook your legs over the arms of the chair," he said. "Open yourself way apart so I can see it all."
She did as he instructed and like the petals of an early spring tulip the legs parted to exhibit the delicate interior. Her fingertip was stroking the nub of her clitoris; the glazed, hot lips of her twat hung below like gasping guardians of the pleasures inside the cavity. Kim felt totally humiliated but refused to disobey. It was pleasure, it felt good to subject herself to his cruel orders.
"Now look at me," he said.
That was the hardest thing for her to do, to meet his grey eyes with her own while she sat there playing with herself. But it was an order, and she forced herself to stare at him. She saw he was near the point of laughing at her, really making a fool out of her, turning the whole thing into some obscene joke all at her expense.
The tears broke from her helpless eyes and she moaned, "Please, please, don't laugh at me."
"I want to see your ass jerking around with a climax," he said. "Make yourself forget I'm here." He knew she could never do that and the more she tried the more foolish she'd feel.
She was briskly stroking herself. Splattering rivulets of wet dew were dripping from the assaulted box to drain down the cheeks of her ass and collect on the chair cushion. But her eyes never left his as they rained with tears and displayed all the fear and inexperience James could hope for.
As her hips started to grind and twist uncontrollably and she gasped for each deep breath James performed the coup de grace. He brought the crotch of the panties to his face and sniffed; a tremble overtook her mellow-cheeked face as she watched. Then he licked his tongue across the satin.
"Ohhhhh...." she whimpered as she watched him suck the pink crotch of her panties into his mouth and drain saliva through the material to drink away the tastes of her body.
A climax cracked through the lithe limbs of her exposed body like high voltage rips of electricity.
The legs kicked spasmodically across their perch of chair arms, her ass lifted up and jammed the singing pussy forward into the blurring hand, and she whipped her head from side to side and sent the long brown hair into a whirlwind of beauty.
"Ohhhhhh ... Ahhhhhhhh...." she sighed through clenched white teeth. But her eyes never once left the panty-sucking mouth of the handsome-doctor.
James drenched the crotch of the undies with his spit until the slight flavor of her pussy flooded his taste buds. And he watched with total pleasure the lifting heave of her tight ass and finger-filled pussy. She was a wildcat, one of the most easily aroused females he'd ever seen.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
She blinked, it looked like tears were again about to flow as she responded in a meek voice, "Yes."
"Good. Now get on your hands and knees like a little kitten, Kim. And purr."
"Huh?" she was dumbfounded.
"You heard me! Now do as I say!" James snapped with loud, commanding tones.
Kim's eyes spilled the tears as she silently slid from the chair to her hands and knees. He sat behind the desk and looked at the silly sight, her long hair hanging alongside her head, the full expanse of rear thigh with the tender folds of her buttocks just visible. "Now purr, Kim, purr like a kitty."
A tremble shook her as she swallowed and let out a soft, low purr. "Very good," James said. "Now crawl around my desk to me. Crawl to your master like a good kitty."
She crawled on hands and knees around the desk as the tears from her blurred eyes dripped onto the carpet. She had no idea why he was doing this, why he was treating her so badly. Kim wanted to stop and ask him why, wanted to demand an explanation, but she knew he'd only get angry and say things to make her feel even more insignificant.
As she reached the foot of his chair James said, "Stop."
Kim held still and slowly looked up at his looming, relaxed form. He was grinning at her, smug, pleased with her performance. "Now reach up to my zipper and open my pants, Kim. I want you to take my cock out and suck it."
Her arms felt so weak she almost fell forward. Suck his cock? She whimpered and quickly looked away, the idea of doing such a thing seemed horrendous to her. She knew people did such things with each other, in fact he'd used his mouth on her the other day, but to do it like this, dressed, on her hands and knees like a scullery maid, seemed obscene, perverted.
James saw the shock on her face and knew exactly what she was thinking. He had her going full steam now; she'd come here expecting to get laid, probably dreaming of some romantic entanglement on a bed with soft lights and classical music. Well, so much for her ambitious plans, she was now acting her age and he loved it.
"Did you hear me?" he asked.
She nodded, then asked, "Why?"
He smiled. "Because I like my cock sucked, that's why. And you want to learn about sex. So start sucking it, little girl."
She felt so small, so insignificant as she reached up with a trembling hand and found his zipper. The large knob of his swollen pecker was easily detected as it brushed against her wrist. She pulled down on the zipper and saw the white of his underpants inside. Suddenly she pulled her hand away and covered her mouth as a full-bodied retch lashed through her stomach.
James gave her time to recover, then said, "Come on, Kim, show me what you're capable of."
The words were meant in jest, but they were fatal words. Kim drew a deep breath and thought them over. He'd goofed, he'd challenged her to defy his nasty treatment, to take it and love it ... like a real woman would. Her head snapped up and she sniffed; then with a loud purring sound she reached up to the cotton of his underpants and dug inside.
She knew his cock was big, but she had never held one before. It was massive, a mammoth shaft so large she couldn't believe it was ever inside the pants. Her thin fingers clamped around the hard base, squeezed, felt the pulsating heat and smooth, muscular skin. And the head, it was like the end of a shovel, the top of an asparagus, a swollen helmet like they wear in the army ... a crash helmet!
"Stroke it if you're curious," he sighed. "But not for long, I want to feel your mouth on it pretty fast."
His words were barely heard by her through the wondrous fascination bubbling in her brain. It was gorgeous, stupendous, a pillar as beautiful as any that ever held up the Roman coliseum. Her hand moved up and down softly to explore the alluring trunk, and she realized just how much pleasure it would give her to run her mouth against it, to lick it, to kiss and suck it. Kim now understood why women took cocks in their mouths.
Kim's nose picked up the human aroma of the meaty rod and it made her senses reel with a confusion of repulsion and desire. Her mouth hung suspended over the pointed head in a moment of hesitation. Then her mouth started to water and she knew she had to taste it, had to have it filling her lips with the lustful flavor.
Her mouth opened wide and she brought it down in one move. Even completely open, her lips were unable to encompass the whole pulpy head; she had to push and force it inside. It filled her mouth and pressed against her tongue to drive it back and up. The slick, saline taste made her lips tingle and drew more of the flowing saliva from her glands.
James loved it, he had himself his own sucking machine, a frightened little kitty to lap at his milk stick. He was proud of the way he'd reversed the false air of eagerness she'd shown last week. Now she was sixteen again, experiencing things she never knew existed. And best of all his humiliation brought forth a true and silent obedience; that was nice.
Kim drew up and let her lips slide around and off the glans before pushing back down again. It felt so good, so soft and smooth sliding into her mouth like that. She tried to compare it to when he put it in her cunt ... this was different, and it did offer several things she didn't experience down there, like the feel of the cock, the wonderful detail of the head and slick skin. In her pussy all she felt was the filling, stuffing size. Now she knew exactly what a cock was.
Her tongue wrapped around the glans and explored the underside of the flare. Then she touched the tip where the tiny hole was. In her desire to see just how much she could take she pushed down hard and felt her mouth fill to the point of choking, and still only the upper fourth was inside.
James saw her experimenting, her growing eagerness, her lack of hesitancy, and didn't like it. He rested his hands on the back of her head, softly at first. Then suddenly he grabbed handfuls of the shining hair and pushed her face down. His cock slid deep, all the way to the point she had sucked it to. Then he pulled up and it slid to the front of her mouth, and pushed back down, then up, then down.
He could feel her struggling, gasping lips trying to resist, trying to cry out for mercy.
Kim was helpless. His hands were tearing at her hair and he was bobbing her head up and down with rapid, fierce strokes. The cock was slamming in and out, fucking her mouth, leaving her little time for pleasure and exploration. Then he pushed down harder than ever before and the broad head hit the back of her throat.
She twisted her shoulders and pulled away as best she could when the gag started choking her. She thought she was going to die, to smother, to throw up, but he lifted her head away and she was once again able to breathe.
"Breathe through your nose," he said. "And relax your throat, because it's going down there, Kim ... all the way down."
"No ... please...." she moaned. But he pushed down on her head and she felt the cock rigidly pressing at her lips. She held them tight to refuse the entry, but it was useless; he jerked up with his hips and speared the stout shaft inside. She tried to remember his words ... relax ... breathe through the nose....
The filling cock kept coming and stuffing into her soft, wet throat; again she gagged, and he lifted her up slightly ... only enough to get a breath of air to her lungs through the nose. Then he pushed down violently on her head and Kim felt her tender throat expand with the digging cock.
James was on top of the world; she was grabbing at his ass with her drowning hands, probably didn't even know it, getting her mouth fucked completely by his long, happy cock. She had to strain up to her feet and bend awkwardly down as he fed her like a seagull, just kept stuffing the stick down her throat. The new position straightened the passage and relieved her pain, plus it caused her skirt to ride up nice and high.
Once his cock was totally in her mouth and her dainty nose was buried in his pubic hair, James let go. She slowly pulled up and drew her tear-streaked face from his crotch. With a quivering red lip she asked, "Why did you do that?" A sob enveloped her whole peach-complected face.
"Because that's the way you suck cock," he said. "Now get back down there and do it without my help." j "I don't think I want to!" she cried. "You're being mean and cruel! Why?"
He grinned. "Because that's what you need."
She spun on her heels to leave as she moaned, "Nooooo ... not like this! I'm going!"
He caught the rear of her skirt with his hand and held tight while hissing, "You walk out on me now and you know what will happen? You'll regret it the rest of your life."
"But you're being mean!" she whimpered.
"You came here voluntarily today. You came here to learn and I'm teaching you. But you're acting like a snot-nosed baby! If you can't take it, go! Get your juvenile ass out of my sight! I'll just mail your records to your home!"
She turned around and faced him. "Please...."
"Bend back down and show me how well you can suck my cock, Kim. Take the whole thing inside your throat ... I showed you it could be done, now do it like a real woman."
Kim's sobs stopped and she slowly bent over. James kept his hands from her head and watched as her pink, soft lips once again sucked tight around his burning pecker. She took it inside in small, grabbing gulps until it reached her throat. She paused, inhaled, plunged down and engulfed it. James beamed.
He reached back to her fanny and lifted the skirt away. The bend of her ass left it in the perfect position for him to slide his fingers deep into the crack. He pressed a finger into her cunt and felt the melting heat and hard cord of the clitoris. She was very aroused, fully wet, close to another climax already.
Kim liked it better without his hands on her head. At least she could now draw up when she needed air, she could wrap her wet tongue around the plunging rod and feel it glide like a well-oiled piston. After a few self-initiated plunges she even began to enjoy the stretching warmth deep in her throat.
James worked at her cunt until she was starting to tremble and leak freely. Her head was bobbing with a steady pace on his cock and it felt damned good, terrific. She was sucking it eagerly, happily, taking it all in stride. That was a bad sign, the girl had put up a little fight, but now he'd have to fight to get her away from it. Now was the time for the added surprise.
Kim was so close to climaxing that she had to pump faster on the cock to accommodate her gasping lungs. She slammed down and held, then pulled up, gasped, slammed back down. It was working well, she grew hotter and hotter with each plunge. Then she felt the finger shoving inside her anus.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned on her mouthful of sliding cock.
But it was too late, he'd caught her totally unprepared and had his finger buried deep inside the screaming pinch of her pink asshole. She tried to pull up, but his other hand came down hard to hold her in position; the finger twisted, threw her hind end into flashes of howling panic.
"Ummmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhh!" she protested. Then the orgasm hit her body like a flood of hot milk. She was swept away with thousands of exploding sensations in her body. Her anus clamped tight on his finger, her lips sucked hungrily at his cock, she pushed her ass back for more and her head down until no more cock was left out, while the rest of her body shuddered around the creaming, leaking pussy which held nothing.
James loved the way she struggled forward when the finger dug into the tenderness of her anus. It only caused more of his cock to shove into her throat. Then she tried to back away and only got more finger. Then, when the orgasm hit, she wanted more in each end.
His cock was throbbing with compressed pressure. He was so damned close he knew she'd have her throat coated with jism in less than two strokes. He gave his finger the fiercest jab yet, made sure it hurt by bending it into the sensitive tissues of her rectum.
"Uggghhhhhmmmmmm," she moaned. His cock blew up in her mouth. Kim was suddenly choking, gagging, gasping over the thick spurts of white glue he creamed into her sucking throat. She tried to lift away and felt the hand; he didn't have to push down, she did it herself.
Then the taste and temperature of the steaming jism filled her lips and gums and nose. The cock issued another gush and it started to drool from her lips ... but it was great. Her eyes went wide and she inhaled through her nose before sucking up hard to draw the invigorating paste deep inside where it felt so creamy and hot and tasty.
James thought she'd revolt and scream. But she was lapping at his spewing pecker like a thirsty animal, kissing the jobs of running sperm, licking it up, sucking it down her throat and humming ... no, purring! Purring like a kitten at a warm bowl of milk!
Kim wallowed in the smeared, sticky jism. It dripped from her lips and the tip of her nose. Some trailed off her chin. Her mouth sucked up and down the draining pecker to get it all, every speck of the beautiful treat.
She finally lifted away from his cock and licked down to grab at the adhering splatters in his pubic hair. Then she used her fingers to steer the overflow from her chin and cheeks into the gulping lapping suction of her drinking mouth. James was silent, awed, and upset, but the final blow came as she made her last grateful swallow, and another climax shuddered through her body.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kim learned what perversion meant in church. They said it was something people did for sexual satisfaction that wasn't normal. She concluded that what James Conrad made her do wasn't what the church would call normal. Of course, she now knew what "perversion" felt like, now knew how pleasurable and satisfying these forbidden practices could be when used for the sole purpose of sexual satisfaction.
Doctor Conrad used force, he was abrupt and pushy, he didn't give her a change to remember the ethical definition ... he was right. He made her do it without thinking and she learned how wonderful "perversions" could be.
Kim would hardly wait for Friday to arrive. The appointment was a half hour earlier and they'd have so much more time to do the things he'd invent for her. She hoped he'd be in a less grouchy mood, though. After she finished sucking on him Wednesday he didn't seem happy at all, said their time was up. He sent her home with a curt, "You have to go now."
"Now? But it's still early," she replied.
"I said go." His face was glum, he seemed lost in thought.
Kim decided he had problems, it had been a long hard day and he needed the extra time to take care of his paper work. That was understandable, but it didn't make up for one thing. He had promised to screw her again if she did well at sucking on his prick. She thought she did well; after all, it creamed so much.
"Was I bad?" she softly asked while standing forlorn in front of him.
His head snapped up. "Huh?"
"Did I do it wrong?" she sniffed. "Do what wrong?"
"You know, suck you wrong?" her voice was now shrill.
He looked away. "No, you did fine. It was a fine blow-job, Kim. You're a real cock-sucker."
"Then why are you sending me away? You said...." she cried.
"Oh...." he moaned. "I'm not sending you away because of a bad performance, Kim. It's just that I have a few things to work out in my mind, that's all." His manner was softer, he turned to her and smiled.
She smiled back and wiped her tears away. "Okay, I understand, James," she said. "We can do that on Friday, okay?"
"Sure, sure," he mumbled and was once again lost in some deep thought.
Kim was elated, she knew why he had to think, what was troubling his mind. Light sensations of fluttering happiness filled her heart as she pulled her saliva-drenched panties up her legs and wiggled them around her plump ass. Doctor Conrad was maybe thirty years old, he was a grown man ... and he had an adjustment to make, something to accept. Kim left quietly, she didn't want to disturb him. He was bothered because he'd just realized he was in love with a sixteen-year-old girl.
She was positive. He now loved her as much as she loved him. But she was still so young. Kim decided to do everything in her power to make the difference in their ages disappear. She'd act grown up, no more whimpering or tears, no mOre hesitation, no matter what he told her to do.
On Friday James was still undecided. He'd been so sure about everything on Wednesday, he had her just on the right track and couldn't figure out where it all went wrong. She didn't want to masturbate, she didn't want to suck his cock, she didn't want his finger up her ass, she didn't want to drink his sperm. But she did, he knew she'd have no choice, but she also thrived on it, responded so eagerly and lustfully it made him sick.
She was only sixteen! A virgin until a few days ago! It wasn't right for her to act like this! The large brown eyes of innocence were disappearing, the beautiful face he watched melt with unrealized passion that first day was quickly hardening up to the brutal facts of life. And he knew he'd have to come up with something awfully special to soften those cheeks once again and drive the melting innocence back into those eyes.
At four-thirty Nurse Phillips ushered Kim into his office; it was another rough day and she didn't smile this time. "That's all, Miss Phillips, you can go home now," James said.
"Yes, doctor," she answered while closing the door.
Kim went directly to her chair and sat. When he looked up his mouth fell open, his heart dropped like a lead weight in his chest. Her hair was piled up on her head in some exotic, ridiculous hair-do, she was wearing a patterned blouse, longer-than-usual skirt, and, of all things, nylon hose and highheeled shoes.
But the worst thing, the most appalling thing in Conrad's eyes, was her face. Rouge blotched her cheeks, she wore black, thick eyeliner and artificial eyelashes, and to top it all off her soft, clean lips were coated with a thick layer of bright red lipstick! She looked like a whore!
"What in God's name?" he stammered.
She crossed her legs, delicately, like a woman at a tea would do. When she smiled the flawless white of her straight teeth shone brilliantly inside the frame of sickening red lips. "I had to do some shopping before I came here, that's why I'm dressed up."
James lurched from behind his desk and grabbed her by the arm. He jerked her out of the chair and dragged her to the bathroom behind the screen. "What's wrong?" she cried.
"Dammit! Wash that shit off your face right now! Get it all off!"
"But...."
"Don't talk! Wash your face!" he screamed. Then his hands tore into the hairdo and ripped the pins away, and the long brown hair fell to her shoulders where it belonged.
Kim trembled with fright as she leaned over the wash basin and scrubbed away the make-up she had so laboriously applied. She didn't know what was wrong and could only think of one thing; he was a doctor and knew about things like make-up and what it does to your skin. He probably knew it wasn't that good for her face and was now making her take it off to prevent any damage.
James stomped back into his office with clenched fists. She did it on purpose! Somehow the little filly knew what he enjoyed most and was determined to destroy it all! Flaunt her innocence in his face, then make it ugly. Make-up! Nylons! High heels! Shit, he could buy that treatment for twenty-five dollars on any street in the city!
He waited until she came from the bathroom. Her face was red from the scrubbing, but it looked fresh again, very fresh. The fake eyelashes were gone, so was the black lines ... and, thank God, the stupid lipstick. "Why?" he asked. "Why did you do that?"
Her brow furrowed. "I told you, I had to go shopping and I was all dressed up so...."
He threw his hands in the air. "Forget it! Forget I asked! Just never do that again!" He sat back on his desk and tried to relax. "And also get that stupid blouse and ridiculous skirt off. Those damned high heels too."
Kim's hand slowly came up and started to unbutton the blouse. She was really confused now, it wasn't only the make-up which angered him, but the clothes too. Her fingers moved from button to button as she stood in silence and decided to say nothing more.
James watched the small, shaking fingers undo each button and finally part the halves of the blouse open to exhibit the large globes of warm breast snuggled in, of all things, a black lace bra. He saw it was strapless as she dropped the blouse from her arms, strapless, low-cut, wickedly black. The top of each white-fleshed tit sat cradled in the cup like an offered dish of mellow whipped-pudding dessert.
She reached back to undo the halter and James suddenly had an idea. "No. Leave that on," he said.
"Yessir." She was now meek and child-like again, and his palms were growing wet. He could feel the pressured response in his cock. The idea in his mind grew with more and more detail, unfolded as she removed the clothing from her slender body.
She unzipped the skirt and his dreams were answered. The hose weren't pantyhose, but nylons being held up with a garter belt, a black garter belt to match the bra. James figured she must have gone through her mother's lingerie to dug up this slightly out-of-date, unfashionable attire.
The panties she wore were black too. Shinning satin with no lace but an abbreviated cut that let the folds of her ass hang out in full view. "Take off the panties," James said. "But leave the garter belt and nylons on, Kim."
"Huh?"
In a boorish, distant manner he looked away and said, "I don't want any questions. Just do as I say."
She watched as he wandered around the desk, seemingly interested in so many things other than her as she slid the black panties from her long legs. He sat in his chair and stretched, then gazed at her, standing lost in the center of his office dressed in the strapless bra, garter belt and nylons with her bare fanny ripe and nude in the middle of it all. She looked ridiculous, like a small girl playing dress-up ... a small girl with the most appealing wisps of brown hair in her crotch.
"Did you bring that make-up with you?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Only the lipstick and the eyeliner, not the rouge or...."
"Just get the lipstick," he interrupted.
Kim once more felt like crying. She had come here with such hopes, such wonderful dreams of his being nice to her. Of their holding each other in a warm hug and making smooth, delightful love for hours. But now he was at it again, acting pompous and domineering, giving her brusque orders from behind his desk. He hadn't even touched her yet and she was nude ... or almost nude. She opened her small purse and found the lipstick. With her mouth held tight she placed it on his desk and waited.
James picked up the small tube of red lipstick and inspected it. He removed the top and twisted the end until the pointed shaft of red grease emerged like an inflamed cock. He looked up at her moist eyes and grinned. Kim was afraid to smile back or even relax her mouth for fear only a sob would come out. She was trying very hard to keep cool, act lady-like, not cry.
James noticed her suffering and put the lipstick down. He stood and walked around the desk to her trembling, small form and gently put his arms around her. Kim melted into him and grabbed at his strong frame for all the warmth it offered. He was hugging her, squeezing her into himself, feeling the smooth, velvet texture of her back and shoulders.
They kissed. She rose up to his lips with the force of a feeding calf to suck at his offered tongue. She prayed he would sweep her into his strong arms and carry her to the table. Then he might strip her bare and once again cram her screaming pussy with his mighty pole until she split wide open with happiness and love.
But he didn't. James finished the kiss and felt her eager hands on his back, her hot, begging breath on his neck. He wondered just how much kissing it would take to make her climax and spill juice down into her nylons. He gently pushed her back and softly said, "I want you to go to the examination table and he across it. Face down with your feet still touching the floor."
"With my feet on the floor?" she asked.
"Yes. Lie right across it."
She started to ask why, but swallowed the question; after all, he said he didn't want any questions and he was acting nice, being soft and warm. She did as he said.
James watched her bend over and finally lie across the soft-topped table. Her breasts squashed up and billowed out flat inside the poor hold of the strapless bra. The garter belt straps stretched and finally slid with her thighs until they were like little elastic support beams running from her legs to her waist. Most of all, the ripe roundness of her smooth ass bent and heaved back into a perfect crescent of flawless flesh.
She turned her head and looked at him. James undid his gown and laid it across the chair. Then, while staring deep into the dark brown On her questioning eyes, he methodically undressed. Shirt and tie, pants, socks, underwear, everything. When his cock was bared it bounded up like a rubberized, spring-loaded pillar of sculptured marble.
Kim felt the moisture in her mouth increase as she watched the large-headed shaft come to full attention above his long-hanging testicles and thick hair. She remembered how wonderful her mouth felt, filled with the smooth, pulpy head, and how delicious it tasted as it gorged deep into her gasping throat. The unforgettable taste of sperm filled her senses and Kim's thighs grew warm around the drooling lips of her waiting pussy.
When his hand touched her fanny Kim shivered. She took a quick breath of air; he was starting, he was massaging the cheek of her ass. Then both hands were there, caressing, soothing, rubbing each full bun into a pile of heated dough. It felt good. Pleasant waves of tingling joy flowed up along her back to make the fine hairs on her neck stand up with excitement.
"Did you like wearing the make-up?" he quietly asked.
She didn't know why he was asking about that now. "Yes," she answered.
His fingers were creeping deeper into the crack of her ass, rubbing, caressing, making the shivers of happiness grow along her spine. "And dressing up like this, do you like doing that?" he asked her gently.
She gulped, his hands and fingers were making her burn up inside, he knew exactly where to touch. "Yes," she mumbled.
His fingertip was playing across the sensitive tissues of her asshole, not pushing or probing, just circling, tickling, touching it and making her pussy quiver with energy. She expected him to put a finger in her ass like he did the other day and tried to relax back there, tried to make her anus go loose and offer the least amount of resistance.
"Well, I hate it," he said. "Especially the makeup. And worst of all, the lipstick. You know what I think lipstick makes your mouth look like?" he asked.
His insults hit her like a whip across the bare cheeks of her jutting rump. He was being so nice and now he was ridiculing her! Kim swallowed and grimaced, then the tears broke loose. "Why are you being mean?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.
"Because I hate lipstick! I think it makes your mouth look like an asshole!" he snapped.
"Oh no! Please don't say those things!" she cried.
"And right now your lipstick is going where it belongs!" he added forcefully.
Kim felt him. spreading the soft cheeks of her ass and fumbling down into the warmth of her crack. Then she felt the pointed tip of the smooth lipstick slipping inside her asshole. She bit her lip and moaned. It didn't hurt, it went in with ease, but the thought of lipstick in her asshole left her stunned.
He watched the red stick coat the rim of her colon with the bright color as it slid inside. He twirled it around several times to give the circular Up of her asshole a thorough, thick coat of brilliant beauty. She was trembling, squirming slightly. He knew she was writhing with humiliation and shock. After giving the entrance to her ass a complete paint job James removed the lipstick and laid it on the small of her back.
The sweet perfumed smell of the ruby-red grease filled his nostrils and the enraged head of his cock began to pound with lust for the compact squeeze of her hole. But when James stepped back to view his handiwork the full cheeks of her ass came back together and obscured a decent picture.
"Get off the table," he said. "Back up and bend down to touch your toes."
"Please...." she murmured. "I don't...."
"Shut up, Kim!" he boomed. "Do as I say!"
She covered her mouth with her hand and slowly slid off the table to follow his instructions. He was ruining it, the dreams were now thoroughly shattered for her. With the globes of her ass shaking slightly she bent over, way over. The white fanny with the ruby-red center jutted back and the cheeks parted. James could now see her anus clearly. The lipstick had melted and smeared to blotch the inside of her crack and drip slightly down toward the yearning lips of her cunt.
She was almost folded in half, her hair dangling loose over her head. The breasts upside down in the bra were loose and sliding free of the cups. James again slid the lipstick inside her well-exposed anus, circled, smeared it completely with the thick red. He then dropped to his knees behind her and reached for the swollen balls of dangling tit.
Her breath rate increased noticeably as his hands cupped around each breast and squeezed. Kim felt the rush of blood to her head in the upside-down position; it was obscene, embarrassing, crude. ... But still, the exciting bubbles of joy kept bursting inside her bent-over body.
"You're a very limber girl," James said.
She felt the lipstick smearing onto her nipples. He made red circles around each sweltering pucker until they looked like the bull's eye of a target. Kim realized her crying had stopped, it was replaced by a constant, deep gasping in her throat. She was fully wet in the pussy, hot anxious, enjoying the foolishness of the paint job.
James came up behind her and slid one hand down to the hanging lips of her young twat. The firm, full tissues cried tears of passion into his palm as his finger wiggled inside to seek out and tantalize her clitoris. Kim gulped for air; her back was beginning to hurt, but she didn't dare rise up-no, he might remove the hand.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "I'm going to put my cock in your cunt."
She grimaced. Kim didn't enjoy his explicit language, but she was only concerned with having her aching cavity filled. Her crotch pushed back even more at him, she forced herself into an even greater bend to lay the pussy open to as much cock as possible.
James slammed his long, hard stick into her with one powerful thrust of his hips. It parted the delicate flesh of her hole with ripping fierceness and smashed deep into the shuddering, howling chasm of boiling moisture. She jerked, a scream whistled from her mouth, his cock buried itself inside the shocked, surprised cunt.
"Auuuuugh! Oh! Ah!" she cried, as the pecker ripped her insides apart with cruel force.
He slid the long, dripping tool out of her and lifted it up to the blotched redness between the asscheeks. It reminded him of a smashed tomato the way the lipstick had smeared and spread, a soft, ripe tomato. He steered the flared tip of his throbbing pole into the grease until it pressed against her tiny anus.
"Oh, no ... please...." she groaned. "Not there."
With a tight clamp on her hips James speared his brutal pole straight into the taut muscle.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she screeched, as she felt the ripping burn of the mammoth cock separating her. "It hurts!"
Her cries only made James more frantic. His hips slammed forward and forced the head of the cock past the constricted clamp of her assaulted hole.
"Please ... hot in there!" she begged. "Not there!" The thought of his finger in her anus had been hard enough for Kim to accept, but now he was forcing his enormous cock in there and she wanted to die. Her guts were going insane, one second she felt loose, like she might urinate, the next second pins of pain were jabbing inside her belly. Then a kind of pleasure she never knew existed would tear along her spine.
James worked his cock in short stabs against the restraint of her anus until it started to release and accept the large entry. He pushed deeper into the revolted tissues of her rectum and felt them sliding, twisting, hugging at his cockhead. Then she clamped her red asshole tight and squeezed his infuriated cock around the base.
He slid it out until just the head lay inside her tension-ridden rump. A bright coat of ruby red was now smeared over the top half of his cock, the juice of the tomato. James grinned and with a sudden thrust plowed the cock to its full, painful depth inside the trembling pin hole.
"Ummmmmmmm," she moaned. Kim hurt back there, it was so big and so hard that her anus felt like it was ripping, shredding into a thousand pieces of torn flesh around the mighty cock. But it was hot, incredibly hot, and the stabs of agony seemed to melt in her mind; a gush of cream spilled from her cunt, a tremble sent her hot thighs into spasms.
Kim crammed her ass back at him and felt the cock muscling deep inside her. It seemed the deeper it went the better it felt, the more of her rectum that felt the swollen cock the greater her jolting pleasure. Finally she gulped; it felt like hot milk was being poured across her ass and was leaking down to her twitching anus and trembling pussy lips.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and forced the cock to slam from side to side inside her. Kim was clipping the round ass briskly, clamping frequently to send streams of exciting happiness along the imbedded cock. Then she almost collapsed as an ovemhelming orgasm rocked through everything.
James drew her in tight as the rectum seemed to yawn open and gulp at his cock. She was swaying from side to side like a broken doll; her hair swept across the floor at her feet, the breasts bounced in every direction and her cunt bubbled with an abundant flow of steaming mucus.
"Oh! God! Yesssss! Oh yes!" she groaned.
James didn't want to cream yet, no, he had other plans for that. He worked his cock briskly inside the clipping anus until-the battering orgasm passed from her body. Then he pulled back and her asshole popped shut with an empty sigh of escaping air. Kim almost fell forward, she was so limp with exhaustion.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her hot body to the table. Kim's dream was being answered, he was carrying her away and she wanted it never to stop. Everything was his now, cunt, mouth, anus, whatever he wanted he could have. She was opened up, the lids were off, the corks removed, whenever and wherever he wanted to taste the liqueurs of her body he could.
James laid her out on her back and viewed the lovely lines of her front. The red-circled dots of, nipple sat like pinched cherries on top of each massive breast; they heaved upward with each deep inhalation of her lungs. Her flat belly caved in with each gasp to make the crest of her pelvic bone and wispy hair seem incredibly high. Beyond that was the waiting, still-drooling twat and recovering asshole.
He looked at the thick coating of red on his cock. He rolled her head sideways until she faced the cock as he stood next to the table. Then, with a. feeling of pure maliciousness, he rubbed the cockhead across her soft, pink mouth.
"This is the only lipstick I ever want to see you wearing," he said. "If your mouth is hungry for beauty rub my cock across it."
She felt the grease-coated cockhead wiping the lipstick on her with broad, wide smears. And she nodded. Whatever he wanted she would do.
"Now suck it clean," he said. Her mouth readily opened and the wet tongue lashed out to grab at the slime-coated pecker. He shoved it inside, deep, and she took it without resistance and sucked with feverish enjoyment.
James stood there and watched as she bobbed her head closer, as she imbedded the cock hungrily into the far recesses of her hot, hungry throat. She was devouring him, he saw no hesitancy or apprehension, no innocence at all, and it twisted his guts with disappointment.
He jerked the cock from her mouth and snapped, "Whore!"
"Wha....?"
He roughly pushed her onto her back and mounted the table. Before Kim could finish speaking she saw his ass above her face; he was straddling her head with his knees and facing her feet in a kneeling position. She saw the two round nuts in the sac and the thicket of hair rising into the crack of his ass.
"My asshole," she heard him say. "Lick my asshole!"
She wanted to gag as her face was enveloped by the fine hairs and full meat of the rump. The musty smell of his close organs assaulted her senses. "Spread my ass and kiss the hole!" he demanded in a loud voice.
With her hands she pushed the rounded buns apart and stared at the pink, puckered ring of his ass. The hair seemed to stop around the edges like a clearing in the woods. He pushed his ass down tight on her face; she inhaled. The anus rested at her soft, juice-and-lipstick-coated mouth.
When James felt the tickle of her tongue across his anus he shivered with joy. It was a hesitant, frightened touch, a first taste. He knew she was petrified below him, unable to realize exactly what he wanted and why.
His hand circled the slick base of his cock and started to pump up and down. The tender touches of her tongue tip were now following the circle of his anus, wetting it, learning the taste and feel. He moved his free hand down to the brown hairs and finally the baked lips of her twat.
The hips started to move as soon as his finger touched her clitoris; she was prepared for another climax, anticipating it with eagerness. So was James. He squirmed his ass down on her tender nose, licking tongue, soft mouth, and felt the gentle push of wetness against the hole.
"Eat it," he said. "Shove your tongue up inside."
She could hardly hear his words she was so intent on the strange pucker before her. The initial bitterness was now gone from the taste and the hole seemed to beg at her tongue, cried to have her come inside and visit. She probed the point of her tongue up hard and felt the muscle part around her. It was a squeezing tight fit but she didn't have to push hard. The tongue seemed to be drawn by some unknown power.
James could feel the flowing softness of her tongue as it moved inside his asshole. It was a gentle, swirling sensation of tremendous proportions. She was reaming him, imbedding her clean, young tongue inside his crusty asshole to massage and love it just because he ordered her to. And her hips and wide-spread legs were swimming under his hand, swaying, twisting in throes of another pleasure.
After she thrust her tongue deep and slid it slowly back down, Kim realized how thrilling it was to be so intimate. She felt buried under his body, her mouth was burning with lust, her cunt was bubbling with excitement, she was pleasing him as he pleased her. They were sharing now, and that was good. She made a deep, wide-tongue scoop into the super-slickness of the squeezing rectum.
Her tongue was driving him nuts. James could feel the gentle massage and knew it would only take a few strokes to make his cock erupt with such sudden force that he'd ache. But it would be a blissful ache of great release. His fingers pinched against her clitoris, rubbed back and forth and quickly ignited her guts into another climax.
She heaved her hips up and at the same time slammed her tongue deep up his ass. James felt the rumbling blast of his sperm-filled cock coming to the head. With a spurting gush of streaming white the red-smeared cockhead spit jism out across the flat softness of her quivering belly.
It came again and again, gobs of sparkling cream washed from the pounding cock to drench her belly, thighs, heaving crotch and frolicking breasts.
She didn't want him to lift away. Her hands came up to his thighs and tried to hold his ass down while her tongue whipped with greater and greater happiness inside the tight hole. She licked out across each cheek of his ass and kissed as he moved away; she wanted it to stay, wanted to eat more.
He seemed a little angry about her willingness, but Kim could no longer care. She was too thrilled, too excited; her mouth tingled with experience, her body was drenched with the sperm of a real man, a mature man, a man who was teaching her everything. Everything!
James stood beside the table in silence, watching her fingers scoop up the piles of sperm and bring them to her sucking lips. She rubbed some into her nipples and smiled with bliss as her mouth gulped and the cream slid down her throat. Then she searched for more, found it, scraped it up in her fingers and licked them clean as if it were melted ice cream.
Beads of his own sperm dotted the strapless bra and garter belt, a small drip hung from the leg of one nylon. James turned away and walked to his window. She was doing it again, responding with her voracious, eager appetite. He wondered if there was anything he could do to her to permanently drive the girlishness back in to her youthful face.
As she lay alone on the table licking up the gems of his cock James saw a car pull into the empty parking lot outside the office window. A young, extremely young girl was driving. He parted the blinds and stared; she didn't look old enough to drive. Her hair was in pigtails, the fresh glow of baby-like face was so obvious he could see it even from the distance. And there was a great resemblance to Kim.
He turned; she was now hugging her tits together and watching a frothed gob of jism trickle down off the nipple. "Kim?"
She smiled, warm, happy, content. "Huh?"
"A blue car just pulled into the parking lot with a young girl driving it. Do you know who she is?"
"Oh?" A hand came up to her lips. "What time is it? That must be my sister!" She started to rise up.
"Your sister knows you're here?" he asked.
She stopped cold. "I didn't tell her who I was seeing or why, honest."
"So what? She knows where. What if she says something to your parents? I told you not to tell anyone," he hissed.
She shook her head. "She won't tell, she can't!" Kim whined.
"Oh? Why not?" He looked back out the window and stared at the little child.
"Because I let her take the car. She doesn't have a license yet and if our folks knew she was driving they'd get awfully mad. She wanted to use the car this afternoon so I had her drop me off. If she tells they'll know she was driving," Kim explained.
The thought of the sister knowing anything at all made James uneasy, but his worries were distracted as the car door opened and the young thing got out. The car had bucket seats and she was moving to the passenger side. She came around the car and his heart jumped; she was thin, light, almost too young even to have a waistline. But the firm buds of promising breasts were dominant against a tight yellow sweater, and the round ripeness of her completely developed ass filled the seat of her jeans.
She was bursting with youth and exploding with the tools of womanhood. She bent down to move seat belts out of the way before getting into the car, and spiked her beckoning rump back at him. His cock tingled, there was little doubt that this young girl could supply his desires for helpless, apprehensive passions.
"Is she coming in?" he asked while turning to Kim.
Kim was buttoning her blouse. "No! I told her to wait out there for me! We don't want her finding out."
"I doubt if she'd tell," he said.
"Ho, you don't know her like I do!"
"Now don't be too tough on her. Next time she brings you have her come in, it would be nice to meet her."
Kim's face wrinkled up with curiosity and she cocked her head to the side. A question formed on her lips, but before it came out she just shrugged. "Maybe," she answered.
James dropped the subject; she was getting suspicious. He decided to reassure Kim instead for he was appearing too eager to meet the younger model. He hugged her and kissed her mouth with a warm, gentle passion. She eagerly responded with a dancing, digging tongue. As she pulled away she whispered, "I wish we had more time."
"So do I," he answered. "But I'll see you Wednesday."
She beamed with readiness. "Oh, yes ... I'll be here."
"Okay, see you then."
She started to go, then stopped. "I'm sorry about the silly clothes and make-up, I'll never do it again."
He nodded. "That's okay."
She blushed and looked away. "Thank you," she softly whispered. "Thank you so much for making me so happy."
"You better go now," James said.
Wllen she got to the door she looked back with beaming eyes and smiled happily. "I love you," she quickly said, before closing the door.
James turned back to the window and stared out at the light brown pigtails, the pug nose and freckled face sitting in the car. His hand moved to the rising stiffness of his cock and stroked with a slow, deliberating movement.
CHAPTER SIX
Doctor James Conrad was running out of material. During the days before Kim's next visit he strained his imagination to come up with something so incomprehensible to her quick mind that it would at least stun her into a state of confused naivete long enough for him to really enjoy himself.
But what? What could shame her so thoroughly? He went to the bookstore one evening and bought several erotic novels. They were interesting, especially when it came to feats of athletic endurance and easily obtained sexual partners. But none of them offered the solution to his particular problem; in fact, none were concerned at all with methods of dampening a female's voracious sexual appetite and lust for more.
He began to realize just how different, and impossible, his desires were. Do I want a perpetual virgin? he asked himself. Am I destined to have to find a new girl of innocence each time I want real sexual satisfaction? The questions still buzzed in his mind as he went into the X-rated movie theater.
The film was about a young virgin and the nineteen or twenty men she succumbs to. But each time she displayed the same sweet innocence and virtuous expression. However James saw through it; she was a fake, something worse than a whore who says she loves you the best. Even as the girl was being plowed in the ass by one stud, in the cunt by another, down the throat by a third as a fourth sat in the wings beating his cock, she made whimpering moans like it was her first time. But that cock-gulping asshole grabbed for it like a money-lender's fist, and the emit never resisted. The mouth only paused to let out groans between slurps and sucks.
He considered chains and whips and voodoo masks, but figured she'd take it all as some thrilling game. The thought of reversing it, having her beat him, crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. No, he didn't need that. His head hung low with depressed gloom and he was about to give up his dream when he saw the answer in the store window.
Obscene, horrendous, something no female would ever admit to owning or using. He bought two and plenty of batteries. They were large, pink, hard and plastic ... almost duplicates of his own shaft, but much more stream-lined. The girl on the box was pictured with the pink vibrator point massaging her neck. James chuckled. It would be like scratching your back with one finger ... no, these were designed for inside work.
Kim was also aware of her great advancement in sex. Her warm pussy no longer burned with curious lust; now it was a fire of experience and knowledge. She knew what if felt like and why so many people would do anything for it. But she had also sucked on a man, taken his long stick right down her throat; that was extra points on the sexual prowess charts.
If the girls at school ever had any idea that she sucked one it would be unbelievable! Some would retch, others would call her a liar, but they'd all eventually ask the same question, "How was it? What was it like?"
She hugged herself in her warm bed on Wednesday morning and pretended to answer. "Oh, it was okay. But nothing compared to getting it in the ass."
She giggled to herself; they'd die! She could imagine the admiration she'd command from them, a girl who has had it everywhere! All three holes and still lives to tell about it! She stretched and felt her nipples budding up with excitement. If only she had someone to confide in, someone to share her wonderful feelings and stories with. But no, she had promised.
Jan, her younger sister, was curious when she picked her up last Friday, but Kim kept silent. "I just went to see a friend," she finally said.
"Oh?" Jan's freckled nose crinkled. "A guy?"
"None of your business."
"Come on, you can tell me. Some guy who works there?" she persisted.
"I promised not to tell," Kim finally said. Now it was Wednesday and she was on her way to see the handsome doctor again. She recalled telling him she loved him when she left last time. He was sweet and kind as she was going, she knew he had some love for her deep in his heart. He was just having a difficult time telling her. After all, she must remember that she was only sixteen and he a grown adult.
As she came nearer and nearer the medical center she wondered what new things he had dreamt up for her to do. Each time he came up with something shocking, something she would never even think of doing. That's what she liked, the suspense, the worry, the fear of the unknown. It was a true test of her devotion and Kim was determined not to fail him.
James worked on his plan and it kept getting more and more elaborate. He was desperate; yes, the vibrators might embarrass her, but for how long? He went back to the same store and studied the various gadgets they offered for sale. He bought a prophylactic which looked like a creature from the deepest depth of the ocean. It was bright blue and covered with wiggling little spines of hard rubber from top to bottom. This was no French Tickler, it was a full scrub brush designed to drive any cunt insane.
They had artificial vaginas too and he toyed with the idea of strapping one across her mouth, but dismissed it. Too expensive, and the cunt she had was more than adequate. But something did appeal to him at the last minute, a tube of Sauve. It was a desensitizing cream for use by men, smear it on and your cock gets numb. A hard-on can then last much longer.
And something that works for the goose should work for the gander. He stopped at the supermarket and bought cans of instant whipped cream, a jar of maraschino cherries, chopped nuts. James was going to have himself a lot of fun, whether she responded the way he wanted or not.
Kim was early again and sat watching the graceful moves of Nurse Phillips. She secretly wondered if the nurse was getting suspicious. After all, Kim was coming rather frequently, it could be something to wonder about. But the nurse seemed preoccupied with her work and hardly paid any attention at all to Kim.
The nurse disappeared for a few moments, and when she returned she smiled at Kim. "Follow me, please," she said.
"Yes, ma'm," Kim answered. As she followed Miss Philips down the corridor Kim asked, "Does it take long to become a nurse?"
Nurse Phillips smiled, "A few years. Why?"
"Oh, I've been thinking about becoming one," Kim said. "I bet it's a good job."
"I like it," Phillips said. "There are some very good nursing schools I can give you the names of if you're interested."
"Oh? Wonderful, I'd like that."
"Next time you come I'll have them for you." Miss Phillips said as she opened the door to Doctor Conrad's office.
James was at his desk as usual, staring down at papers. He looked up and nodded to Kim, then said to Nurse Phillips, "That's all, Nurse...."
"Yes, I know. I can go home now," Miss Phillips interrupted. With an amused wink at Kim, she closed the door.
Kim watched James stare at his papers and waited. When he looked up she said, "Hi. I'm here."
"I see you, Kim. Get naked."
"Uh...." She was caught off guard. Already he had her on the defensive and the melting look of shyness invaded her eyes. "Okay," she quietly answered, and started for the screen.
"No, right there where I can watch."
"Yessir."
Watching her strip was perhaps the most enjoyable part of his experiences with her, James figured. It was because it always came first, while she was still uneasy and not quite comfortable in the sterile office surroundings. Also, it came before he touched her, before her sexual juices were aroused and she was completely oblivious to his hungry stares.
But now, as she unbuttoned her blouse, she was fully aware of his eyes on her, of his distant position and analytical attitude. Kim opened the blouse and shook it off her shoulders; then she removed her white bra. The firm, jostling meat of the large, high breasts with their succulent pink nipples rocked back and forth as she placed the clothing on the chair. James inhaled. The tits were massive beauties, soft, white, tender.
She removed her shoes and socks, then started to unzip her short skirt. Kim felt like she was standing before an audience of a hundred men, a stripper on a stage, an object designed for nothing more than excitement and arousal. The feeling didn't bother her, though; in fact, she was beginning to enjoy it.
He stared at the stretching-full seat of her white panties, at the way each round cheek of her ass pressed out to fill the satin briefs almost to the point of invisibility. The shadowed, deep crevice of her ass was easily detected, mysterious, inviting. Kim gave her rump a twist and thrust it back while daintily hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband.
He felt the anger rising in him. His pulse started to pound with fury. The little bitch was teasing him, swinging her little ass before his face like some bar-room broad, like a female dog in heat. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered the undies halfway down her ass until the upper part of the crack was exposed. Then her body swayed and she turned to face him. The panties just covered her brown pubic hair, a mischievous, aroused smile on her tender face ... and not one sign of innocence.
James clenched his fists under the desk and held the anger inside as her antics continued. Kim pressed her slender, flat-bellied hips forward, the mound of her crotch and hair pushed out against the panties as she slowly rolled them lower and lower. The wisping brown hair, then the puffy flesh of her cunt, finally the pink lips with a few glistening sparkles of already dripping juice were all stripped bare.
Kim felt wonderfully wicked. She knew she was acting like a brazen whore, but it was fun. He'd see she was just fooling around and enjoy it too. Only harmless-fun. The panties were rolled down her sleek, firm legs and again she kicked them into the air. They missed the chair and landed on Doctor Conrad's desk. He looked down at the empty pile of satin, then back up at her totally bare body.
She stood there, realizing she had gone too far, her arms straight down at her side, the firm melon-like breasts jutting directly out from her chest. The flatness of her belly, the curving hips, the smooth, long legs were all motionless as James leaned way back in his chair and said, "Slut."
Kim's eyes went wide. He meant it. He wasn't kidding. She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Then, with a soft gasp, she felt the swelling in her throat, the pressure of tears building up to her eyes.
James loved it. That was what he wanted, to have the young beauty on the verge of crying, at the breaking point, balanced between the confidence of womanhood and the insecurity of her real age.
"I was just playing," she meekly said.
He wanted to fuck her right then, while she looked like a trapped lamb, helpless, scared. But he knew it would dissolve as soon as she felt the reassurance of his plunging cock. James opened his desk drawer and took out one of the vibrators. "Play with this," he said, placing it on his desk.
The pink pillar of plastic looked like a rocket ship as it balanced on the flat bottom end in front of her wide-eyed gaze. Kim's mouth dropped open; slowly she closed it. The thing was like a sleek, headless cock. "What is it?" she asked.
James smiled, "Come on, Kim, you're not that stupid," he said. "It's a vibrator, a fake cock for you to fuck."
"That's...." she stammered.
"Pick it up," James said.
"No ... please...." she whined.
His pulse was ripping through his veins. The vibrator was making her cheeks turn pink with discomfort; it was obscene, distasteful, awful to her. "I said pick it up, Kim!" he snapped.
With a childish whimper Kim reached forward and lifted the long rod by the head. He could see she was aghast at the size, the lifeless ugliness, the embarrassing purpose. She held it out at arm's length like it was a stick of dynamite.
"Turn the end."
Holding it in one hand, she twisted the bottom with the other. The pink cock hummed and vibrated with the force of new alkaline batteries. It seemed to make her arms shiver; the tips of her tits bounced up and down as the vibrations carried throughout her torso. She gulped. She knew he was going to make her use it, make her slide it inside herself....make her climax on a pink plastic vibrating cock.
"Now he down on the floor, Kim," he said with an even voice.
Her eyes were wet, tears streaked down the mellow flesh of her soft cheeks as she pleaded, "Please ... Not this. No, I don't want this...."
"Get on the floor!"
Her chest heaved with a deep, shuddering breath. He saw a moment of defiance in her eyes, then it melted and she eased her nude, slender body down to the carpet. James got up and walked to her side; he looked down at her meek, helpless face. She seemed ten years old, frightened, appalled by what he was making her do. He loved it.
"Spread your legs. Spread them open."
Kim's eyes closed and pinched at the running tears. Her legs moved apart and James viewed the pink snatch, the red, tight lips, the folded meat of her haughty rump. She was holding the vibrator in both hands, hugging it against her stomach; ripples traveled up her body to make the breasts jiggle like upset gelatin mounds with delicious fruit tips.
"That's right, Kim. You're doing fine. Now press the end of the vibrator down on your nipples, make your tits really go wild, make them happy."
Her eyes opened, and she begged, "Please, please, no ... Why do you make me do these things?"
"Have I made you do anything you didn't eventually enjoy?" he asked.
She sniffed. "No," she quietly answered. "Then do as I say."
The pointed vibrator moved up to her breasts and pressed into the meaty base of one to send it into a flurry of bounces. The jiggling nipple started instantly to draw together as the machine climbed the meaty mountain. It poked into the succulent flesh of the nipple and sent spasms of constant motion throughout the whole breast. Kim's mouth closed and she took a deep breath; the buzzing cock was making her whole breast boil with thrills.
James went to his desk and withdrew the second vibrator. He turned it on and placed it in her other hand. "Do the same with this one," he said.
Kim pressed the artificial cock into her meaty tit. Now they were both shaking around the stabbing points, rumbling with avalanches of churning excitement. She could feel the vibrations as far down as her belly and all up along her neck. They were insistent, non-stop, relaxing and arousing.
James grabbed the rest of his gadgets and went to the floor between her legs. First, the desensitizing cream. He squeezed it out in a large gob onto his fingers, then pressed them up into the warm skin of her pussy. Kim's legs opened wider, she lifted her hips up as his hands drove further pleasure into her already hungry body.
He smeared it deep and thick, then removed his fingers. The excess goop dribbled from the bottom of her crack. He stood up and quickly undressed as she lay below him, her hips started to twist; she was breathing hard and her face showed wonderful signs of uncontained humiliation.
His cock was hard, hot, eager as it pronged out under his stomach. Kim peeked up and saw thes looming shaft, the real thing, one of flesh and blood, not plastic and batteries. She hoped he would put it in her, make her body respond hotly to it rather than the ugly instruments in her hands.
James kneeled down at her feet and observed the juicy flow from her cunt. It was so firm, so sparsely -haired, so young. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and shook it well before moving the plastic exhaust tip down to the lips of the sweet cunt. With a blast of gas and fluffy white whipped cream he filled the slit and chasm beyond.
James was disappointed. It wouldn't stay inside. He moved the can up to her belly and made his initials. Kim saw what he was doing, the fluffed cream, the happy grin on his sweaty face. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, not knowing what to think.
He covered her tits with mounds of white until they looked like French pastries with vibrators buried inside. The whipped cream was nice but it didn't perform as he wanted; he wanted to fill her cunt and asshole with it but the stuff just streamed back out. It was a good idea, but ineffective. He put the can down and grabbed one vibrator from her hand.
Kim went stiff, she knew where he'd put it. The tip trailed down her belly, into the navel, back out and lower. She strained to keep herself from reacting, prayed it wouldn't make her climax. No, she didn't want that.
James pointed the thing into the red lips of her cunt and eased it inside slightly. Her pussy tissues yawned wide apart around the fat shaft; they strained into a thin line of gulping red. He pushed it deep with a steady pressure and Kim felt the violent tremors take over possession of her body.
Her ears tingled, her toes jiggled, everything in between was vibrating without stop. Shafts of heated excitement crashed inside her torso, but for some reason her pussy wasn't as aroused as she expected. It felt the stretching shaft, it hugged it helplessly and fully, but the usually uncontrollable heights of joy in her sensitive cunt were gone.
James shoved the vibrator so deep she grimaced with pain and tried to pull away; he hit her pelvic bone. He released the end and watched as the muscles of her shaking cunt slowly expelled the pink intruder. He pushed it back inside and let it ease back out again. Even with the desensitizing cream her vagina was reacting. Rivers of juice flowed from her, carrying traces of whipped cream and the numbing Sauve.
He knew it would be only a matter of minutes before her draining twat rinsed everything out and the usually over-sensitive hole would start to crack with fire. He grabbed the second vibrator from her hand, then moved the empty hand down to hold the cock inside.
Kim obeyed. She wanted to scream with anguish, he was being so filthy, using her like some kind of experimental lab animal. But it was starting to feel good, very good. She just couldn't understand why he needed to play such games, why he didn't satisfy himself with fucking her in the normal manner.
"Ahhhhhh!" she screeched as she felt the tip of the second vibrator at her asshole. "Please! No! No! Don't!"
James shoved the pointed end into the straining, fighting muscle of her ass. But Kim's hips were flaying from side to side, she clamped her legs together and struggled away. The vibrator buried in her cunt hummed steadily when she pulled her legs together it hurt as her cunt compressed tight around it.
"No!" she cried.
James shoved her kicking legs apart, but she only clamped them back together. Then Kim suddenly sat up and whipped her hand out in a last effort to preserve her dignity. She slapped him across the face. Doctor Conrad was stunned for a second before his hand cracked across the soft flesh of her protesting face.
"Ahhh!" she howled. Her head jerked back and she almost fell flat on her back. Panic, fear, shock flashed in her brown, wet eyes.
James felt a surge of power in his body. She was fighting him, even striking out; her deeply held sense of juvenile propriety was tremendously offended. He shoved the legs wide apart and watched as the folds of her meaty ass separated, but the anus was too low. James pushed her legs up and back until they crushed down toward her shoulders.
He had had her in this position before. "Grab your legs," he ordered.
Kim's face was stinging with pain from his slap, but she was more bothered by her own actions. She'd actually slapped him, struck him first, lost control. She knew her impulsiveness was juvenile, stupid, the fact that he only slapped her back was deserved punishment, but not enough. Guilt flooded her; she'd slapped the man she loved, she showed she wasn't capable of complete sexual expression or activity.
Kim grabbed her legs and pulled them tight against herself. The knees mushed into her tits and squashed them out to the sides. She felt the second vibrator nudging down to the exposed crack of her ass, down to touch against her tense, trembling hole. She inhaled and held it, tried to relax and let herself be loose. It was her only way of apologizing.
James didn't want any apology, he wanted to see more of the girlishness in her eyes, he wanted more proof that he finally had her at the point of breaking. If she revolted he would know exactly what to do each time he desired the freshness of inexperience. He gave the vibrator a stabbing shove.
"Auuuuuugh!" she groaned, as it burrowed straight up her ass and riveted into the super-delicate tissues.
He saw how she strained to hold the legs from kicking out, how the area of flesh around her asshole went pale with pain, how her eyes strained shut and tears immediately flooded out. James put his palm against the end of the vibrator and pushed until it was totally imbedded inside her throbbing rectum.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhh! It hurts!" she cried with pain.
He pushed his hand against the vibrator half-lodged in her twat and gave that a shove. When both buzzing machines were swallowed by her holes Kim felt like she was a tooth with the dentist's drill boring deep inside. Her whole body hummed and ached in time to the steady vibrations.
The desensitizing cream was gone, her cunt walls were thrashing violently, the anal canal was one constant throbbing ache, and her nipples screamed like they were in a vise. With a howl her mouth flew open, the hips hoisted up, and she arched her back high over the floor. Floods of sweat beaded on her face and belly.
"Ooooooooh! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhh...."
James was overjoyed as he watched her writhing between pain and the complete release of pleasure. The beauty of her thrashing body with the buried cocks was something to behold as the agonized cries of childish fear came from her mouth.
As her climax started he released the pressure on the vibrators and watched them start to slide from her cramped holes. He knew what she'd do. Kim's hands went down fast to cram them back inside. To keep them where they provided the most pleasure.
James crawled up to her head and wrapped his hand around the pounding base of his hard cock. He stroked fast; her eyes opened. With a pleased cry she lifted up, opened her mouth, threw her face at his cock and lashed her tongue across the splendid meat. He was stunned by her famished mouth as it collapsed lustfully over the cockhead and started sucking.
She wanted even more! Her cunt and ass were stuffed and now she wanted her mouth filled! James felt a scream starting in his own throat; the face was no longer innocent and afraid, it was a driving, lust-filled face of animal passions as it burrowed down deep on his howling cock.
He shoved her hands away from the plastic-packed crotch and the vibrators slipped slowly from her cunt and anus. Then James pushed her head away from his cock and rolled on top of her warm, still-humping body. His anger was so intense, so near the breaking point he only knew of one way to vent it. Fuck her! Slam his cock so hard and so brutally inside her that she screamed for him to stop.
Kim threw her cunt up at him, thrills of anticipation shuddering in her guts as she saw he was going to put the beautiful cock into her aching twat. That's what she wanted, that's the best way, a real cock from a real man. A flesh and blood pecker to drive her box insane with joy.
James heaved his hips down and felt his long stick cut between the hugging walls of her moist, juice-gushing cunt. She blasted up at the same time and their bodies merged together. Each time he pounded down she heaved up and twisted. Her hips were moving faster than his, drinking from him, whipping his cock into a frenzy of pulsating nerves.
Damn! Damn! Damn! James screamed inside as he faced his defeat. She was smiling, humping, fucking back at him like a totally unashamed professional. And, worst of all, it was working. His pecker head felt twice the normal size as it scraped up and down the shuddering muscles of her cunt. He was going to climax inside her, cream his guts into hers without the added pleasure of her innocent eyes.
"Come on, come on!" she sighed. "You make me feel so good! I love it! I love your cock! Do it hard and deep!"
"Shut up!" he screamed.
She didn't hear him, her head was whipping from side to side and the words were rolling from her gasping lips. "Cream inside my pussy! Fill me up with sperm!"
"Shut up!" he howled as his cock did just what she cried for. With an abrupt lunge his hips were glued to hers and the imbedded cock pumped its molten fury deep inside her writhing, sucking box.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes! I feel it!" Her mouth slammed shut as another climax wracked her into senseless twists.
James hugged his arms around her and held tight. He tried to squeeze her thrashing body until it popped, but she only loved it. His pecker made vomiting lunge after lunge into the whirlpool of her glorying hole until it was drained of every last drop of the prized fluid.
His fury was still there, though. The orgasm only put it off. James was determined somehow to destroy the overwhelming pleasure she obtained even from the most insulting things he could think of. He had one last idea, one last thing which might shake her off-balance.
He wanted to wait for the right time. After pulling his spent, jism-dripping cock from her still-lifting cunt, he lay on his back. She followed like a famished animal and instantly started ticking the silver splashes and spots of sperm dripping from his balls, cock and pubic hair.
James relaxed and stared at the ceiling while feeling her nimble tongue lapping along his softening pecker, her teeth straining his thick crotch hair, the lips sucking his balls inside and scrubbing them clean, finally the soft tip of her tongue sliding inside his anus to scoop and massage.
"Kim," he finally said.
"Yes, James?" she said after her tongue stopped licking.
"Next time we meet I want you to bring something."
She laid her nude, calmly breathing body next to his and snuggled contentedly up next to him. Her breasts squashed against his chest, she seemed to purr her answer. "Okay. What do you want me to bring?"
"A very important addition to our pleasure. It will enable us to go much further in our field of sexual enjoyment."
"Gee, I think we've gone pretty far. How much further can two people go?" she asked.
"That's just it. Two people are limited. We need a third to help us explore."
He could feel the shock in her body; the idea was unthinkable to her, absolutely forbidden. "Another person? But...."
"Don't question me, just do as I say. Next time I want you to invite your sister."
"What! What?" She sprung up with a lurch, her tits slammed high in the air and flopped down with a meaty slap. "No! No, I won't do that!"
James looked off and slowly got up. He slid his pants and shirt on while acting as if she didn't even exist. Finally he said, "If you don't bring your little sister with you, don't bother to come yourself."
"Please...." she whined. "I can't get her involved in this, she's only fourteen."
"She's old enough to drive a car without a license, isn't she? It's about time she learned about life ... and I'll even give her a license with my own personal stamp."
"You bastard! You dirty damned bastard!" Kim cried.
But James played it cool, lit a cigarette and watched as she angrily dressed and fumed from the office. By next Friday he'd know if the game was going into extra innings or if he had lost.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kim watched her younger sister, Jan, undressing for bed that night. They were in Jan's bedroom, talking about nothing in particular, just visiting. Jan kicked off her tennis shoes and rolled socks from her bare feet. They were skinny little feet with knobby toes and pink flesh.
"There's this guy in my class, Tom Brinks, he just broke up with Georgina Torres and I think he's interested in me now," Jan was saying.
"Oh?" Kim said as she lay across the bed.
"Yeah. He's really cute ... and tall. He'll probably go out for basketball."
"How old is he?"
"Fifteen, I think," Jan answered. She unbuckled the belt around her bleached, tight jeans and started pushing them down over her round, proud backside.
Kim saw the fullness of her young sister's hips, the curving hump of her rear end and the way the satin panties hugged it tight. She remembered how such a short time ago she was built in the same awkward way. Awkward not because of anything wrong, just because of the sprouting growth sitting on a still-immature structure.
Jan dropped the pants to the floor and stepped away from them. Her legs were too slim; they curved, but lacked the full sweeps of beauty of Nurse Phillips' legs, a beauty which Kim felt forming on her legs ... maturity, womanliness.
"Do you like him?" Kim asked.
"He seems nice," Jan replied. "I just think we should wait a while. After all, he just broke up with-Georgina and I wouldn't want her to get mad at me, maybe think I tried to steal him away."
She hoisted the sweater off her head and all Kim's speculation about her breasts was confirmed. The bra had an easy job; in fact it looked like the tits were supporting it. When Jan undid the white halter and threw it aside the breasts hardly jostled. Pink, extremely sensitive-looking nipples poked out from each breast like small sugar cones. They were buds, evolving teats on still-inflating foundations. But Kim could see her sister might possibly possess breasts larger than her own some day soon.
"It would be stupid to get serious," Kim said. "After all, you're only fourteen and there are a lot of guys."
Jan cocked her head and snickered. "I know. But why can't I get serious about lots of them?"
Kim giggled. "Because then they get serious about you and it's hard to get rid of them."
Jan squirmed her undies down her legs while asking, "Why would I want to get rid of them? I like guys."
"You know what I mean. A fifteen-year-old boy can be a pain in the butt sometimes. Especially when he won't take no for an answer."
"Yeah...." Jan giggled.
"Yeah? Have you had trouble with them already?" Kim was surprised, she hadn't got into any serious necking until last year. Up to then there never was any problem because nothing worth stopping had ever started.
"Just once," Jan said. She sat on the bed next to Kim and almost blushed. "Last month, when I was at the beach with Lenny."
Kim could see the sprouting hairs of a light beige color in Jan's crotch. It was like a fine spray of mist across the white, full flesh and swollen tissues of her completely grown pussy. There was no question in Kim's mind that Doctor Conrad was right; Jan was old enough to drive without a license and have sex without any problem or permit.
"What happened?" she asked her younger sister.
"Nothing too much. He tried getting out of line with his hands. I let him go a little too far, I guess," Jan said.
"How far?" Kim was curious.
"Promise you won't tell?" Jan whispered confidentially.
"I promise. What did you let him do?"
"He wanted to feel my breasts real bad. He kept trying to put his hands on them, so I finally decided to let him. Why not? Actually I was dying to find out how it felt."
"Did he do it?" Kim asked. Her little sister was impressing her, she hadn't even dreamed of such a thing until she was a year older.
"Sure! It was wonderful! I thought I was going to" explode it felt so nice. Then he got under my shirt and squeezed them in the bra...."
"Yeah....?"
"Well, I was so excited I let him. Next thing I knew his fingers were in there, then his whole hand! All he had to do was push up and I was bare! God, I never felt anything so fantastic ever! I knew I should have stopped him right then but I liked it, I didn't want to."
Kim swallowed; her sister jumped right in and threw caution to the wind. "What did he do then?"
She blushed; obviously there was a lot more to tell. "He pushed my shirt up so he could look at them, then he kissed each one real soft ... and ran his tongue across my nipples. I thought I was going to melt, even my crotch was going crazy. I couldn't stop him even when I tried, I was too weak to even say anything."
"Wow," Kim sighed. "How far did you let him get?"
"I sort of drifted off, I was gasping, my vision was blurry. Then these feelings were in me, real wild feelings, I could feel my vagina trembling ... then I was twisting and groaning and feeling so wonderful that I just relaxed and let him suck on my nipples. It was so good that I didn't even notice his hand slipping down inside my jeans."
"He got his hand in your pants?" Kim excitedly asked.
Jan nodded. "Way in. I felt his finger curl up and push into me ... I was going crazy! I didn't want him to stop, but I knew I had to get his hand out of there fast! My body was jerking out of control, I couldn't get my breath, and the finger kept slipping in there deeper and deeper!"
"What did you do?"
"I rolled away, but his hand stayed there, he wouldn't pull it out even when I lay on my belly. He was being real pushy, stabbing it up in there while I moaned and pleaded for him to get it out! I couldn't stop him from poking it in and out, making me real wet, making my body go crazy again."
"Why didn't you kick him?" Kim asked.
"Because it felt too good. He got it real deep and pressed it all around. It felt great but I knew how wrong it was. I mean, he's nice in a way, but I don't love him, I didn't want him getting that personal!"
"Did he stop?"
"Yeah, after a while. First he pushed himself up real tight against my butt, I could feel his thing all hard and stiff rubbing against me as I twisted and shoved back to get him away. But he didn't try to go any further, he just pushed and twisted back at me with his big thing rubbing against my buns and into my crack."
"You had your pants on, didn't you?" Kim quickly asked. "
"Sure, but it didn't seem to matter. Anyway, my jeans are real tight, I could feel everything ... I guess he did too."
"Did he have his pants on?"
Jan looked surprised. "I thought so ... but I really don't know if he did or not. It felt so close to me, you know, so real, maybe he didn't."
"What happened then?"
"Well, he kept his finger inside me and just rubbed his thing against my ass until I heard him gasp. Then he rolled away and I started crying. I made him take me home after that."
"He climaxed," Kim said. "He dry-fucked you on the butt."
"Huh? Is that what you call it? Dry-fucking?" Jan asked.
Kim nodded. "He finger-fucked you and dry-fucked you. At least that's how he'll put it when he tells the guys."
Jan was greatly impressed with her sister's knowledge of such things. Admiration showed in her eyes and half-open mouth. "Gosh, Kim, you know so much about these things. How did you find out?"
Kim was dying to tell, but she remembered her promise. "I'll tell you some time, Jan, but I can't right now. I promised not to say anything."
But Jan wasn't stupid. "Does it have to do with your visits to that doctor's office? Huh?"
Kim looked away; she could allow that much information to leak to her sister after all the confidence Jan had just released. "Yes, but I can't say anything more."
Jan stood up and crossed to the closet. Kim watched the slim, supple body with the haughty rump and light bulb breasts. Her sister was beautiful, blossoming. She realized her duty to guide her sister, to make sure she avoided the senseless pitfalls of adolescence.
Jan draped a robe around her nude body and asked, "Will you take me with you sometime? So I can learn these things too?"
Kim swallowed hard. She pictured Doctor James Conrad spearing pink vibrators into the sugarcoated lips of her little sister's fresh pussy. "No! Never! I'm sorry, Jan, but I'll never take you there!"
On Friday afternoon Kim sat alone in the reception area of the medical center across from Nurse Phillips. She had a set, unhappy expression on her face, one of determination. Kim was ready to tell Doctor Conrad off, she was through with his sick games. She would give him a choice, either treat her right or let her go. He could make all his threats about telling her parents, about abortions, pregnancies, VD, anything he wanted, but she wouldn't fall for it. He was involved too deep now, he could never explain all the visits she'd made. He'd get in a lot more trouble than she would.
Doctors, nurses, patients were leaving, the reception room was empty except for Jan and Nurse Phillips when four-thirty finally arrived. The nurse checked her schedule, then looked up at Kim. "Do you have another appointment?" she asked. "Yeah," Kim answered.
"That's another one he forgot to tell me about," Phillips dryly said. Then she looked at Kim with a friendly smile. "Never let anyone tell you that doctors are organized. They're the most scattered-brained people on earth."
Kim giggled; Nurse Phillips really meant it. "Isn't that because they're always thinking about their patients?" Kim asked.
"Hah!" the nurse replied. Then she picked up a small sheet of paper and handed it to Kim. "These are the names of the nursing schools I told you about."
"Oh, thank you."
"Follow me, I'm sure the doctor is getting nervous."
After being led into the office Kim stood alone, nervous, apprehensive, while James shuffled the papers on his desk. Finally he looked up, looked around, and looked back. "I see you're alone," he said.
"Yes."
"I told you to bring your sister."
"I won't do it. I can't," Kim said with all the courage she could draw up.
James stared at her as she stood there in defiance with a short yellow skirt hardly covering her thighs and a hugging sweater accenting the curves of her youthful breasts. She was disobeying him, committing an act of rebellion, something she was obviously unaccustomed to doing. He was an adult and she was a child, a child who was misbehaving.
Of all the things Kim could have done to anger Doctor Conrad she chose the one thing which drove needles of happiness into the head and length of his cock. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her full lower Up jutting out in a stern pout. Her bravado was paper thin, she was bluffing and therefore showing more vulnerability than he had ever seen before.
"You know why I asked you to bring her?"
"I have a good idea," she answered.
James stood up and removed his smock. Then he deliberately unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. "Because I wanted to have her suck this," he quietly said, while stroking it with his squeezing hand.
Kim's eyes glanced down and quickly away. He saw the hunger in her face and the exciting way she tried to repress it. This was what he wanted: she was attracted yet afraid. She was trying to protect the virtue of her little sister; he had found the secret formula to Kim's vulnerability purely by accident.
His heart leaped with joy. "I wanted to push my cock inside her virgin cunt."
A tremble of fury mixed with passion overtook Kim's body. He was saying terrible things, things which made her furious. Kim wanted to scream at him, spit, cry, howl. She also wanted to help him stroke the long tube of stiff muscle in his hand.
"And up her tight little asshole, until she begs for mercy."
Kim stamped her foot and cried, "Stop it! I won't bring her here ever!"
James came from around his desk and approached. Kim's eyes were darting up at his face, at the cock, back to his face. He had never seen her so uneasy before, so emotionally worked up. James stopped in front of her and slipped his free hand up under the flap of the skimpy skirt. A tremble shook her.
His fingers touched against the smooth satin of her panties and he rubbed back and forth against the matted hair inside, saying, 'I'd touch her like this. Real gentle, just enough to make her get wet and hot."
Kim sucked in a deep breath, but it was no help. The fingers were doing to her just what he said they would do to Jan. Her twat was tingling, the lips of her covered cunt were seething inside as the first drips of vaginal fluid started to trickle down. She hated him for doing this, talking about her innocent sister this way.
She was frozen with fear and it thrilled James beyond belief. He pushed one finger between her thighs and lifted up to press into the slithering skins of her juicy hole. It was working beautifully. An unwanted shudder of passion made the thighs clap against his hand.
"I'll just touch her snatch to make sure she's ready for my cock," he said.
"No, I don't want you touching my sister," she moaned.
His hand moved up around the rise of her rump and found the waistband of the panties. He pulled down and they slid over the cool buns and away from the cooking snatch. Conrad pushed the panties to her ankles. He could smell the ripe flow of her cunt even before he pushed her skirt up and tucked his head under.
He was facing the splendid perfection of her eager little crack and could feel the heat against his face. "Then I'll use my tongue to taste her unspoiled pussy and lick away all the tensions."
"Please leave her alone...." Kim groaned. She felt weak, afraid for her sister. Her knees were unsteady as his tongue came up against the burning skins of her pussy. All Kim could imagine was his tongue licking across the freshly-haired vagina of poor, unknowing Jan.
James ran his tongue up hard between her legs and curved it into the welcoming lips of the twat. His hands came up to cup her ass and drive the cunt at his lashing tongue and kissing lips. She was submitting herself to him in a passive, apprehensive manner and James loved it. She had never tasted so sweet; she didn't open up and behave eager at all.
"Please...." Kim sighed, as she felt her cunt walls gripping with fire at his manipulations. She didn't want this, not this. Not his eating her while pretending she was Jan, no ... not this.
A trembling climax whipped through her body as tears of helplessness streamed down her cheeks. Her face was soft, beaten; he was enjoying Jan even if she wasn't there, he was eating her and making her climax. Whether it was real or not made no difference to Kim, the foul thoughts and rotten lusts of the doctor were enough to insult the virginity of her sister.
James stood after Kim's climax passed and eased her stunned, unwilling body over to the examination table. He pushed her sweater up above the cups of the bra and reached behind. It unsnapped and fell away to leave the husky tits exposed. He pressed his hands against them, squashed them flat and rubbed hard. A moan of pleasure came from Kim's closed mouth.
"Yes, this is what I'd do to Jan's tits. I'd make them pucker up so hard that she'd groan too, and then she'd beg for my cock. Beg me to fill her hot pussy with it."
"Please...." Kim sighed. "Please...."
"Please what? Say it."
"Please fuck me."
Her back was to the table and James jammed his hips forward. The head of his cock dipped down under the skirt and came up to feel the boiling heat. Kim made her first move of compliance, opening her legs as best she could while standing. But the tears kept coming from her eyes, the half-opened mouth didn't close. She felt like he was about to destroy Jan's virginity.
He cinched it. "Okay, Jan, here I go." He lifted up and sent the blood-gorged head of his pecker into the dripping softness of the quaking cunt.
"Noooooooo! Please...." Kim moaned as the cock separated the gasping lips. James was almost expecting a hymen as his cock muscled deep into the sobbing crack. He jammed it to full penetration and felt her body disobediently respond. She made an attempt to pull away, but it was futile, he was already too far inside. A crying whimper came from her lips as he slammed his cock deep and hard.
"Ohhhhh ... It hurts!"
He pushed at her shoulders until she fell back across the table and her legs lifted part way off the floor. She was arched at his cock as he pounded it into her box with repeated fierceness. Each time she yelped, cried, moaned and bit her lip. Kim was drifting off into that world of helplessness Jan had talked about.
He pushed the skirt up to her waist so he could see how the red lips of her tight box slid out with his cock and tucked back into the cunt as he pushed in. She was grinding against him, in a state of constant climax, creaming, shivering, bucking her assaulted cunt up for each of his thrusts.
But she wasn't going at it like a hungry animal. Instead she was responding physically by begging him to stop. That's what he wanted, the virgin attitude, for real-not like the crap in the movie he'd seen. Kim was finally where he wanted her. James sent his long rod deep inside the hugging snatch and paused, the pressure of his own climax rising. She had drawn a fast arousal from him; he was hot, close, about to cream.
He heard the door open, but didn't believe it until he heard it close. Then he looked up. "Hello," Nurse Phillips said. "Performing a little operation?"
His mouth opened to speak but it was impossible. Her timing couldn't have been worse. The deep pecker lunged with pleasure and stream after stream of pumping cream made his hips lurch, his back strain, his rump flex with stabbing contortions. James felt his face turn red. The flashes of clammy cold hit him, and finally a fire started at his toes and raged upward through his fucking body.
"Get out! What do you mean...."
"Shut up!" Phillips barked. "How long do you think I was going to keep quiet about you and your little filly? Huh? She's just a child and you've been screwing her up and down the walls for weeks now!"
"I said get out!" James screamed.
Phillips grinned. "I've got your medical ass in a wringer, Doc. Throw me out and I go straight to Doctor Blake."
James gulped. Doctor Blake was the head of the medical center. He would see to it that Doctor James Conrad quickly became Mister James Conrad. Or worse, sent him to jail. And to top it all off it was common knowledge that Nurse Phillips was the personal property of Doctor Blake. They were lovers-he fucked her, she fucked him. Doctor Blake would believe what Nurse Phillips told him.
Phillips smiled warmly at Kim, then turned to James. "Have you figured out how bad your position is?" she asked.
James nodded. "What do you want? Money?"
She laughed. "Hell no, keep your damned money! You work hard to rip off your patients. I just want a share of the goodies, that's all."
"Her?" he asked, pointing at Kim.
Phillips nodded. Her tongue washed across her hungry, red lips. "Exactly. I'd also like to drink from the fountain of youth."
"What is going on?" Kim asked as she rose up.
"Take a seat, doctor," Phillips said to James. Then she turned to Kim and smiled. Her hand soothed the young girl's perspiring brow. "Just relax, honey. I've come to show you what the doctor can't. I'm going to show you how lovely it can really be."
"Huh?" The fog was lifting from Kim's head. She remembered James' filthy words, the way he talked about Jan. When Nurse Phillips' hands started gently to caress her thighs and remove her clothes, Kim was surprised, but she didn't know what to do.
The nurse kissed Kim's open mouth, a soft, light kiss. Kim didn't react. The tongue finally touched her lips and slid inside her mouth to dance across her tingling tongue. Kim realized that it was the tongue of a woman, that this was a lesbian act, that it was abnormal. But it felt so good that she sucked her lips closed and drew the moisture from the feminine organ.
Phillips' mouth was like a tender vibrator as it traveled over Kim's tear-soaked cheeks and up to her ear. When the tongue slid inside the sensitive opening Kim's body heaved up, her arms wrapped hungrily around the nurse's head, and swirls of blasting ecstasy bounded through her limbs, torso, crotch.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...." Kim sighed.
James dumbly sat in his chair and watched. The damned nurse had just stepped right in and shoved him out of the way. And what choice did he have? None. None if he wanted to keep the diploma on his wall ... keep the wall, for that matter. If she spilled the beans he could have bars instead of wall.
The most angering thing was Kim's response. He could see the confused hesitation and vulnerable doubt in her face; she was acting, at last, exactly how he wanted. After a few moments' thought he realized that maybe Phillips was doing him a great favor; together they could keep Kim balanced on the fence between child and woman. There was plenty of that young, vibrant body to go around.
Nurse Phillips slid down low on Kim's body and buried her head into the proffered, sperm-filled crotch. She scooped her tongue inside and withdrew a puddle of sticky paste. With a slurp the cream disappeared into her mouth and she used her tongue to spoon more inside. The nurse washed away all the traces of masculine presence before jabbing the flexed tip of her tongue into Kim's burning, hard clitoris. Kim responded with a full-bodied climax.
Phillips lifted her head from between the shaking, hugging thighs and realized she had just moved in on a gold mine. The little girl was a virtual orgasm machine, one touch and pow! She stood up and quickly undid the buttons of her white uniform. She stripped it off, unhitched her bra and shed the white pantyhose.
James' eyes bulged. He knew Nurse Phillips was built, but in the nude she was unbelievable! Her breasts were giants! They lumbered out of the bra like rolling tanks and appeared as solid. Her waist was incredibly narrow and her hips swooped out so abruptly and fully he couldn't believe they belonged on the same body. As she squirmed out of her pan ties and shoved the full, wide expanse of fully ripe, completely mature buttocks at him he had to blink.
She grabbed Kim by the legs and laid her completely out on the table. Now James knew the answer to the frequent speculation among the young doctors who were all attracted by the nurse's light blond hair and were known to wonder if it was real, if she was blonde down where it counts.
She wasn't. A thick, curly pile of jet-black hair literally filled the crotch of Nurse Phillips. There was so much of the abundant growth that it obscured her pussy lips. There was no question about the fact that Nurse Phillips was as mature as one can get.
And she wasn't wasting any time. Once Kim was laid out on her back the nurse hunched over and started trailing her working lips across the supple, slim body. She kissed the stomach and gave each high breast a long, powerful suck.
Once again she kissed Kim's willing mouth, then moved up to the ear. The young girl's body wrenched out of control, spasms moved along her soft flesh. Kim had never felt anything so gentle in her life. She thought James was tender at times, thought his hands and mouth seemed to know exactly what to touch, what to kiss and suck. But Nurse Phillips was making the excitement he drew from her body feel like only an ember in the middle.
Kim peered into the intent, happy eyes of the nurse after she removed her mouth. It was wrong, she knew that, but it was worth the consequences. Nurse Phillips was treating her like a woman, a grown, mature woman.
The nurse leaned over the table and lowered the balloon-sized tits down to Kim's waiting, curious face. Kim was dying to kiss them, slide her tongue around the gigantic, meaty nipples and suck them inside. Her mouth opened to receive the warm press of soft, smooth meat.
She had never done such a thing. The pillows of smothering tit buried her face in downy comfort, and she kissed them. Nurse Phillips pressed down harder, and the jostling masses rubbed across Kim's nose, eyes, cheeks and grasping lips. Then one of the brownish, cooking nipples found the suction of Kim's wet mouth and slid deep inside to feel her inspecting tongue.
"Ummmmmmm ... Yes ... the nude nurse sighed.
Kim was elated by the groan of approval. She was pleasing Nurse Phillips, she was making this full-bodied woman happy. Kim's mouth grew more courageous, and she sucked the nipple until it crowded into her mouth and enveloped her taste buds with hot flesh flavor.
James realized his cock was growing hard again. The lesbian actions were arousing him, inspiring a new excitement in his body. Kim was experiencing something completely new, and the apprehension and awkwardness were apparent in all her moves.
Nurse Phillips was calm, practiced, a professional who knew precisely what to do. The combination was perfect, a dreamed-of contrast between youth and experience.
The nurse let Kim chew on her tits, lick them until they glistened with a coat of saliva. Then she climbed onto the table and swung her knee across Kim's startled, inquisitive face. Phillips lowered her head down between Kim's open thighs and pressed her full lips into the juice-streaming gash of the youthful twat.
Kim stared up at the looming, black-haired cunt and ass just above her face. The hair was everywhere, it billowed out over the red-lipped slit and seemed to trail around it like a picture frame. Then it trickled in little black wisps up into the ass-crack and thinned out around the anus. Kim knew she was looking at the ultimate in development.
Her mouth was filled with saliva as she tried to get the courage to lift her head and kiss cunt. She kissed, then drew away. The thick taste of the ripe cunt flooded her lips, and she licked it off and swallowed. Her mouth tingled with excitement; it was tart, overwhelming, then mild and light like nectar.
When Nurse Phillips felt the exploring mouth at her aching hole she moaned into Kim's spasming cunt and pressed her hips down onto the juvenile face. A whipping, digging tongue slid far into the yearning depths of her wanton snatch; it scooped, trailed, twisted and jabbed. She felt her body growing with lust, building itself up toward a great release.
The two nude bodies, one slim and Umber, the other full and mature, pulled tight together and the heads burrowed deep between outstretched thighs. James sat nude in his desk chair and slowly stroked his cock, wishing to join in on the fun. When Kim ran her tongue up into the crack of Phillips' ass and probed into the puckered hole, the nurse's body started to roll and twist with abandon.
"Ummmmmmmm...." the nurse groaned.
Kim's tongue washed against the surrounding hairs and matted them flat against the cheeks of the ass. Then she poked into the taut muscle, squeezed and squirmed her tongue until it slipped well into the churning crevice.
Nurse Phillips felt like her anus was being drawn right out of her body. The tiny tongue was whipping her whole ass, her whole cunt into a froth of fizzing effervescence. She realized just how much Doctor Conrad had taught Kim, just how far he had taken her in a short time. She was impressed; obviously she had underestimated the doctor's talents.
Kim's hands were grabbing tight at the nude cheeks of her ass and separating them, spreading them wide apart so she could slap her tongue up and down the whole chasm. She plunged her tongue deep up the ass and scooped, then slid it back down to the chaining, quivering snatch. The black hairs tickled her face as she sucked the pussy lips into her mouth and speared her tongue into the fiercely excited hardness of the clitoris. "Oh! Oh!" Phillips groaned as she felt her guts being bombarded with tremors of joy. "I...." she gasped, "I'm ... coming! Oh, it feels so good!" Kim's slender legs jerked up and collapsed together on each side of the nurses eating head. She heaved her cunt up to the whipping tongue and the two naked bodies slammed together, merged, bounced with mutual climaxes.
The next thing Kim knew Doctor Conrad was there, lifting Nurse Phillips' hips into the air, pushing her rump forward until she was on her knees. Then his knees passed over her head, and his balls, ass, and cock hung over her face. The bared cunt and ass of Nurse Phillips sat just in front of his stiff, red pecker.
His thick-headed cock moved close until it pressed against the still dripping lips of the black-haired cunt. James pushed into it slowly, deliberately, giving Kim plenty of time to watch. The juicy snatch opened up into a yawning ring of stretched tissue around the glans as it popped inside. Then the lips relaxed a second until the thicker part of the shaft pushed inward.
James marveled at the comfortable, gentle friction of the box. It wasn't any squirming, wrenching hug of newness; no, this was a cunt with age, like worn leather, fine wine, one which grows better and better each time. Nurse Phillips finally made her move; she sat back on his driving rod and let it sink completely into the welcoming grasp of her soft-tissued pussy.
As their tempo increased Kim wanted to join in, and all she had was her tongue. She raised her head up and licked at his cock as it emerged from the now-sucking pussy. His balls trailed across her nose and she gave them a thick-tongued swipe. James felt the added treat between his legs, the curious, probably lonesome tongue and nose. He gave his cock a quick shove into the burning tissues of the throbbing snatch and felt the nurse's ass crash back. Now Kim would have something to watch.
He pounded forward and she slammed back, in a slapping crescendo of buttocks against hips and thighs. The gurgle-gurgle of air being forced from her hole spilled out, and a spray of cooking liquid covered Kim's thrilled face. She licked up and caught the balls, then speared back to lick his asshole.
Nurse Phillips was shocked by the fullness his cock gave her. It was a powerful, hard shaft which just fit. One fraction of an inch more would have been painful, one fraction less would have meant unused cunt. Doctor Conrad had a lot to offer, and she wondered why he wasted it on beginners.
Her tits were rumbling across Kim's heaving belly and she licked down into the crack of the fresh, firm ass. The tiny anus was pink and new, Offering extreme tautness as her tongue stabbed inside. Kim's hips lunged up and the legs seemed to do into a perfect splits to provide her with total access. Phillips grabbed the cheeks and dug her fingernails into the white fleshiness.
"Ahhhhhh...." Kim groaned, as she felt the sharp nails gouge her buns. But she knew it was a signal, Nurse Phillips was close to climaxing and wanted Kim to watch closely.
Kim tilted her head back to avoid getting in the way and managed to push the tip of her tongue into the upper skins of the cock-filled crack. She could just touch the clitoris, just enough to wiggle back and forth against it. An increased flood of lubricating oils trickled from the gash onto her tongue.
Nurse Phillips was throbbing, in the cunt, in her head, inside each breast, and most of all right inside her guts. It was a perfect way to end a hard, tiresome day. A cock in her cunt, a tongue on her clitoris, a snatch at her mouth. Yes, she realized, this little trio could be very enjoyable indeed.
"Oh! Uuuughhhhh!" the" nurse groaned as the first quakes forced into her box.
James crammed deep and hard, the swirling muscles of the hole grabbed and hugged, her round ass shuddered and clipped against him. Kim forced her tongue alongside the imbedded cock and whipped at the pounding clitoris while nudging the sac of balls with her pug nose. Everything-cock, cunt, tongue-drew in close as the nurse's guts started to split open and cry tears.
James leaned into her thrusting ass and kept the cock at full depth while she banged her head up and down in Kim's crotch. Kim felt the fingers ripping at her ass, felt teeth nipping her cunt lips, felt tits smashing down flat on her belly. Nurse Phillips was going berserk with happiness.
James waited until the soft meat of her ass stepped beating the rapid rhythm against his hips, then pulled back. He had climaxed once already today but his spike was screaming to do it again. He poked back into the whirlpool of dripping flesh and felt his cock belch a sudden, wrenching billow of steaming jism from the burrowing tip. His hips slammed up against her ass and the pecker hit full depth as a second spraying ejaculation bombarded her innermost area.
"Yessssss!" she cried out happily. "I feel your cream in me! I feel your cock blasting inside me!"
The jism filled Nurse Phillips' hot cunt to the maximum and the churning cock whipped it into white froth as it seeped back along the clogged passage toward the waiting lips. Kim saw the sparkling glimmer of the first drip as it oozed from the snatch and trailed with sticky slowness down along the soaked base of the cock. Then, as the cock shoved back inside, the drip broke free and Kim's pink mouth opened; she caught it and swallowed with contented smugness.
James worked his meat into the relaxing crack until it started to lose the stiffness and collapse into a satisfied warmth. With a sperm-spattering pop the wrinkling cock slid from the satiated cunt and allowed more of the seepage to drain down into Kim's swallowing mouth.
The doctor looked down at the gulping face under the black-haired snatch and spiked ass of the nurse. He saw something he detested; the innocence, the vulnerability was gone from Kim's large brown eyes. Instead there was a sparkling twinkle of fascination and lust. The girlish virgin now considered herself the complete female, the fully initiated sexual partner.
James climbed off the table and watched as Nurse Phillips lovingly kissed Kim's thighs. She was still at it, still eager even though he had just bombarded her swollen pit with happiness from his powerful post. He shook his head; he knew he had a problem. As a trio they worked well, but it was too dangerous. Nurse Phillips was too intelligent, too experienced to put up with his elaborate attempts to keep Kim shaded with innocence. No, she'd put a quick stop to that and try to develop the child into a ravishing, starved creature constantly on the trail of sexual pleasures.
But he didn't know what to do. He couldn't force the nurse out because she had the goods on him. He was helpless. Doctor Blake was a son-of-a-bitch when it came to flaunting ethics, ethics James doubted the old turd ever followed himself. He'd chew James up and spit him out like bitter tobacco just to make an example of him in front of the rest of the doctors.
James could only think of one solution, and he hated it. He'd have to break it all off, send Kim packing, let Nurse Phillips have her and be in the clear. He would have to dream up something so repulsive that Kim would refuse to ever see him again. That would avoid any retribution on the young girl's part, the revenge of a scorned woman.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No, I won't be able to join you on Wednesday," Nurse Phillips said when Kim asked.
Doctor Conrad looked up; that was good news. "Oh? Why not?" he casually asked.
The nurse gave him a knowing look and half-smiled. "I have a conference to attend with Doctor Blake."
"I see," James answered.
"But I'll be here Friday for sure," the nurse added. "After all, I wouldn't want you two to get lonely."
"You know, at first I was really scared," Kim cried excitedly. "I'm glad you did it the way you did. I don't know what I'd have done if you asked me or gave me a chance to get away. You just came in and showed me how great it is."
James watched the young girl beam with pride at the nurse. She was doing it again, acting worldly, experienced. But that didn't matter anymore. He knew when the game was over. Little Kim could have her nurse, her doctor was bailing out. The only problem was how to do it gracefully, how to get Kim to do it and leave him rejected but safe.
He watched Nurse Phillips dress in her white uniform and wondered if some day he might be able to lure her back alone. She was a magnificent creature, a wild and woolly fuck. James had no illusions about her, no expectations of anything but pure, furious experience and wholehearted aggression. That was acceptable from a thirty-year-old woman, not a sixteen-year-old child.
The nurse smiled at James and-said, "I'll see you tomorrow, doctor."
"Yes, nurse."
She turned to Kim. "And I'll see you on Friday, dear."
"Won't you be at your desk Wednesday?" Kim asked. "Even if you can't join us?"
Nurse Phillips nodded. "Yes, I guess I'll see you then ... but on Friday we'll really see each other."
The nurse left and Kim slid her still nude body from the examination table. "Wow, that was some work-out," she sighed.
James watched as she padded in bare feet to her clothing and started dressing. "Wait a minute," James said. "Come over here, I'd like to talk."
She looked at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late...."
"It will only take a minute." He leaned back in his desk chair and reached out to her. Kim came to him with a happy lunge and he pulled the nude little kitten down onto his lap. Her bare ass snuggled across his thighs, her haughty breasts jiggled before his face.
James slipped his hand down between the lus cious thighs and touched her still warm cunt. Kim looked surprised; the legs opened up, his finger found her clitoris and started to run against it. The little knob stiffened against his pressure, Kim's breath rate increased.
"More?" she asked with bewilderment. "I mean...."
James laughed. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm exhausted, I couldn't even if my life depended on it." The finger moved far into her snug crack and drew down moisture.
"Then why...."
"I just want to talk. This Wednesday may be the last time you and I are alone, Kim. If I know Nurse Phillips she won't miss any more of our meetings."
"Oh. Do you mind if she comes?" Kim asked.
"No, not if it doesn't bother you," he said.
"I like her."
"Good. But as for next Wednesday, it's your last chance." He emphasized his words with a fierce jab of his finger. Kim grimaced and sucked for air between clenched teeth.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned. "That hurts!"
He stabbed again. "It's your last chance to prove you can be trusted," he said. "And to prove your trust you have to do as I say or I'll make sure you never see me or Nurse Phillips again! Understand?"
"Auuuuugh!" Kim howled as two more fingers joined the first to scrape along the blistering walls of her gurgling pussy.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried.
He twisted the ringers back and forth as the cunt flowed with creaming juice and Kim's hips started to grind and writhe, her ass across his thighs. She was getting close to the state of climax.
"Bring your sister with you!" he yelled in her ear.
Kim bolted sideways and tried to tear herself away from his digging, ripping hand. But he had her helplessly gripped on his lap and hissed, "So, I can put my cock in her hairless pussy."
"Noooooo!"
"And up her tiny asshole!"
"Please don't...." she whimpered.
James saw the girlish vulnerability return to Kim's soft face as he delivered his last words. "And in her soft-lipped mouth to fill it up with sperm."
"Oh...." she moaned, as the climax cracked through her. The tears on her face flushed in trickles of humiliation, and she gasped and tried to contain the overwhelming jolts of her body; but it was impossible. She was creaming on his lap as he said those terrible, unthinkable things about dear Jan.
He let her go with a slap on the meat of her ass and laughed as she quickly dressed. "Why do you do these things to me?" she finally sobbed.
"To make a woman of you, Kim. And to make a woman of your younger sister."
"Leave her out of this!" she cried.
"If you don't bring her I'll make sure you regret it," he threatened. "You'll wish you had."
With a flurry of temper Kim whipped around and yelled, "And what if I don't come? What if I decide you're not worth it?"
James laughed again. "Fine. Go find yourself some high-school boy with pimples and try to get him to make you feel the way only I can!"
Her mouth opened to scream back but she stopped. Her eyes went soft as she realized how much he had shown her, how far down the path of sensuality he had led her. She didn't scream, but she was also convinced that she couldn't let him show Jan the things she now knew. No, each girl chooses her own teacher and Jan had the right to find her own. She silently finished dressing and left the office without saying another word.
James sat back. Next Wednesday would either provide him with a new plaything or he'd see to it Kim walked out for good.
Kim's fingers were twitching with nervousness as she sat in the reception area Wednesday afternoon. She was alone. She was early, Jan had dropped her off. Her younger sister's curiosity was growing; again she had asked what Kim was doing and expressed an interest in coming along some day. Kim knew how simple it would be for someone like Doctor Conrad to seduce her coquettish little sister, how quickly he'd have her undressed and heaving with uncontrollable passion and lustful fire.
There was no way on earth Kim would submit Jan to that. No, not with Doctor Conrad, not the way he behaved. Acting so kind and understanding at times, then the next second becoming an insulting, crude, snarling beast. Kim wouldn't let innocent Jan submit herself to such' humiliation. In fact, Kim was very near the point of quitting herself, but now that Nurse Phillips was a member of the group she hoped things would start to get under control.
That's why Kim had come this afternoon, to keep the meetings going. Even if she had to face the wrath of James for not bringing Jan it would be worth it, Nurse Phillips would be there on Friday and every day after that. Things would be different, excitingly different, she told herself.
The nurse strolled into the reception area and sat behind her desk. She looked over at Kim sitting sadly on the couch and winked. Kim managed a half-hearted smile, but the worry and apprehension were in her eyes, and Nurse Phillips noticed.
A tall, handsome doctor stopped by the nurse's desk and mumbled something. Nurse Phillips smiled, let out a dignified laugh and whispered back. He was older, at least in his forties, Kim figured. His head of thick, wavy, brown and grey hair made him look like a senator, a man of influence, fatherly, understanding. She saw the name tag on his jacket lapel, "Dr. Blake."
After he left, Nurse Phillips motioned to Kim to come closer. Kim sat in a chair next to the desk and the nurse smiled. "Why the glum face?" she asked.
Kim's eyes started to water, and she felt the lump grow in her throat. She had to tell someone how cruel he was being, had to let the tears of frustration and failure flow. Nurse Phillips was now a party to their meetings, it was okay to talk to her. With a trembling lip Kim stammered, "I don't make him happy! He wants me to bring my little sister with me, but I can't do that!"
Nurse Phillips reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Kim's arm. "Tell me all about it," she softly said.
James was ready. It would cost him twenty dollars and a bottle of wine, but he knew his plan would send Kim running. She'd never want to see him again after this, he'd be free of the threat from Nurse Phillips, and he'd find himself a new nymphet to draw the innocence out of. Only one thing could destroy his plans, if Kim showed up with her younger sister in tow. If she did James was ready to scrap his rotten scheme and put up with the nurse's intervention. But he knew deep inside that Kim would never bring Jan.
His suspicions were confirmed when Nurse Phillips brought Kim into his office, then left her standing alone and frightened at the center of the floor. James played it cool, smiled, softly said, "I see you failed me, Kim. Let me down."
"I can't do it," she cried.
He stood. "I understand, Kim. I guess I really never expected you to bring her. That's why I'm not surprised or angry."
She sniffed. He wasn't being furious, he hadn't said one nasty thing. A glimmer of hope formed in her breast; was he finally being nice, or was it an act? "She's too young," Kim said. "She's only fourteen and doesn't know about anything."
"Yes, I know," he whimsically answered. "She'd be frightened, scared, confused...."
"Yes," Kim looked up at him. He really was understanding, kind. She wiped away the small tears from her eyelids and gulped the lump out of her throat.
"Today I want to show you something new and fun," he gently said, while wrapping her slim, forlorn body in his arms.
Kim leaned into him and felt her heaving breasts squash against his strong frame. He was so handsome, so manly, anything he wanted was his. Their mouths met in a warm, impassioned kiss and James felt her worming little tongue wiggle inside his lips. The rate of her breathing increased instantly.
His lips moved around to her ear and covered it. As his tongue tip danced into the opening she wrenched her inflamed hips into his body, and a twisting surge of arousal threw her body into writhing passions against him.
"You like having your ear kissed, don't you?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "It makes me crazy."
"Get undressed and let's see how crazy we can make each other," he said.
They stood before each other and removed their clothing. As she lifted her sweater and removed the bra his cock lurched into a firm hardness. The pink nipples bounced before his eyes. She was indeed a splendid creature, too bad it was all going to end. But he valued his career more than the thrills of her supple, well-endowed body.
James pulled the chair to the center of the rug and made sure it faced his desk. He took the willing girl by the hand and lead her up to it. She stood nude behind the chair; the padded, high back came up to her navel.
"Lean over it," he said.
Kim bent forward and felt the upholstery against her stomach, the full roundness of her pert ass pushed back as an offering of white, soft meat.
"Way over," he said with kindness. "Reach down and grab the arms of the chair. Shift your weight onto the back until you're balanced up there."
"What if it falls backward?" she asked.
"It won't," he said. "Believe me. If your weight is on the arms it won't fall."
Kim did as he instructed. She leaned so far forward that her forearms rested on the chair arms.
Her dainty feet lifted just off the floor, her hips rested on the back of the chair and the crimson slit between her legs showed clearly under the heaped fullness of her spiked rump.
She craned her head up and asked, "Like this?"
"Perfect," he answered.
When he took out the thick, white adhesive tape she had no idea what he was going to do. He tore off long strips and laid them over each arm. Then he knelt in front of the chair and brought his mouth up to hers and kissed. It felt so warm, so wonderful, Kim forgot about the tape. When he moved away her arms were strapped down to the arms of the chair; she couldn't move them.
"Why did you do that?" she asked in a shrill voice. "I'm not trying to get away."
James grinned. She saw the first glint of evil in his eyes and her heart sank. "Not now, but who knows? You may want to leave all of a sudden when you see what I have for you."
Her face went pale. She couldn't touch the ground with her feet and her weight was too far forward to shift back. But the doctor was prepared for that possibility; she heard the adhesive tape being torn from the roll again. Then he pulled her feet forward and strapped the ankles to the crossbeam running between the chair legs. Her thighs wide apart, the juicy ripeness of her cunt and ass was peeled open.
She was helpless, totally helpless, and a tremor of panic began in her throat. "Please!" she stammered. "Let me out of this! I don't like it! Let me go or I'll scream!"
The sudden slap of adhesive tape across her mouth came as a complete shock. Her words were trapped inside her lips as the though bandage muffled everything. She felt his hands rubbing her rump, trailing down deep between the heaving lumps of flesh, touching her anus, poking her pussy. He was just playing and she knew it, he never would have tied her up if he intended doing anything normal back there; he knew she'd willingly allow that.
The terror inside her body was roaring. She tried to twist her fanny away from his pinching fingers but found it impossible to move. Hot sweat streamed from her pores. Kim realized she was completely at his mercy and prayed for the strength to live through it.
His hand left her soaked rump and pussy, and she heard him walk away. Kim couldn't look back, she had no idea what he was doing. Then she recognized the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, and the footsteps returned.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Kim. I'm going to make your little pussy go crazy with pleasure," he said.
"Mmmmmmmm?" she moaned. "Why? Are you asking me why I've strapped you down?" he asked. "Because I think you'll like it better this way."
Kim felt the end of the hard, swollen prick touch her perspiring pussy lips. She was dripping and the cock washed against the free-flowing juice, drenched the head in slick vaginal liquids. Her heart started to pound fiercely, quick gasps of air whistled into her nostrils, and the nipple of each swaying tit started to pucker with excitement.
The cock took its time and entered very slowly so that Kim could feel each throbbing, stretching inch. Her blood-red box separated like an opening flower to welcome the spear-headed advance of stiff muscles. It widened her cunt canal with a deliberate, constant push.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." she groaned, as her whole box seemed about to rip wide open. His cock was enormous, stuffing her, making the walls scream with pressure. Kim had received his pecker before, but it had never felt this gigantic.
"See how wonderful it feels in this position?" James asked from behind her.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned. The cock made a deep, slamming thrust. It was the deepest thing she had ever felt. Deeper than the vibrators, deeper than he'd ever put his cock before. And thicker; her cunt lips were drawn into a circle so tight around the now-withdrawing cock she thought they might tear. Kim was so packed with pecker she was deathly afraid to move.
The mammoth shaft plunged fast and hard, with a force which almost tipped the chair over. Volts of cracking pain shot up her back, a scream was muffled by the tape on her mouth. She felt his hands on her hips, balancing her, keeping her from going over onto her head. Tears of anguish dripped from the brown, panic-ridden eyes.
"Good, huh?" James asked. He was mocking her, making a joke of her torture.
All control was thrown to the wind as she felt the rod start to batter with ferocious speed into the walls of her cunt. He was slamming, pummeling her sensitive box with tissue-grinding stabs of a depth which made her hips and legs revolt with thudding agony.
"Mmmmmm! Nnnnnnnn!"
Each time she moaned the cock became more powerful and dug at her guts with meaner, crueler fierceness. He was smashing his hips up tight to her rump on each stab, driving the long, giant cock as deep as he could reach. Like the crack of thunder proceeding a sudden cloudburst Kim's twat exploded.
It was too much cock. Even the pleasure of her pussy-twitching orgasm caused her pain. The delicately fleshed walls drew tight against the monolith and were torn back with non-stop poundings. Her ass jerked, a slight movement overtook her hips, and the cunt made uncontrollable clips at the assaulting shaft. Kim couldn't help it, the climax passed through her like an unwanted hailstorm.
After it passed and the cuntal walls relaxed, everything seemed to get better. She was expanded; a minimum of relief came to her, for her amazing twat had adjusted to the overwhelming size.
"Feel good?" James tauntingly asked. "Is your pussy starting to enjoy it?"
"Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned softly.
The cock was gone. Her cunt suddenly felt emptier than she ever believed it could. A tremor of relief passed along the stretched walls. It felt good to have the cock in there but it felt even better to have it gone.
"MMMMMMMM! MMMMMM!" she howled when the tip of the fat cock pressed into her anus. There was no gradual, controlled insertion this time; the pecker shoved with insistence and power. It forced her pink asshole back, but she clamped it shut in fear. Kim was not going to allow it in there.
She felt hands on her ass-cheeks, felt them pulling the meaty flesh wide apart, felt her anus opening slightly. She tried to pinch it shut but the hands were too powerful for her. The head of the cock smashed at the taut asshole with mighty force, it bombarded the tender ring like a jackhammer.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" Kim screamed as the pinkness of her anus was smashed inside along with the thrusting cockhead. Her asshole just collapsed against the strain and lost all strength. The chunky rod rammed inside her twisting rump with a dull head and rectum-burning smash. He didn't back away at all. The cock kept muscling into her, forced itself deep and sent the walls of her rectum into furious revolt.
Kim closed her eyes, her head dropped weakly down and the soft brown hair fell around her face. She could feel the blood pounding in her head, a numbing pain in her ass.
"It's in your asshole, now!" James shouted. "Right up inside your hot little asshole!"
His laughter made Kim cringe. The cock was moving faster, digging with rapid-fire strokes in and out She could feel the soft skin of her rectum riding along with the massive push and pull of the pulsating column. It was drawing her screaming tissues in and out of the taut rim of her anus. She felt weak, faint, about to vomit.
She tore at the adhesive bindings around her wrists and tried to wrench her ankles free, but it was no good. She was strapped down firmly, helpless, nothing but a cushion of squirming flesh for him to pierce and pound with the inhuman organ. It dawned on her that it was too big to be James, he was using something else. No cock was that bit.
A log? A corn cob? His fist and arm? A thousand different images flashed through her sweltering mind as the battering-ram smashed with unstoppable insistence in and out of her wracked, screaming asshole. Then the muscles of her whole body started to jerk with erratic spasms. The thing inside her was drawing flames, even against her will she felt the pleasant undertones of a beckoning orgasm.
The climax was overpowered by the pains, but her body couldn't help itself. Her empty pussy sprayed moisture and the ovals of her insulted ass clipped up, eagerly enveloped the plunging pillar, took it all with a happy tremble of final release. It helped ease the pain slightly, but Kim prayed for only one thing, to have it get out of her body.
Her prayers were answered with an abrupt, popping pull. The enraged ring of her ass slammed shut with a flurry of pinkness and stinging relief. At least it was out, her rectum would slowly recover, and there wasn't much else the doctor could do to torture her. Kim inhaled slowly and felt the comfort of an empty asshole and cunt.
"How was it?" he was asking. "Did you like all the cock inside your eager holes? Huh?"
"Mmmmmmmm...." It was a beg for mercy.
"Want to see the cock? Want to see the big cock that made your cunt and ass feel so full?"
She didn't look up, her head hung limply down. Then she felt a hand in her hair, grabbing, lifting her up. His voice came from the rear, but when she opened her eyes she was indeed facing a cock. It was a giant, longer than anything she'd imagined, and thick, so fat she knew it would take both hands to circle it. And it wasn't circumcised ... and it was also black.
Kim tried to gulp but couldn't. She stared at the far-reaching pole and low-slung, dark sac of balls hanging under it. James had found the ultimate insult ... giving her body away to some stranger, some man she didn't even know. Thick tears of anguish blurred her vision as she stared down at the skinny, knobby-knead legs of the man. His flat feet looked beaten, aged, filthy. Dirt -rimmed each unkept toenail and large calluses bulged from around the dirty, crusted heels.
Her hair was pulled again. It was James standing behind her, forcing her to face the morbid, grotesque body which just fucked her. "Look, you cunt! Take a good look at your new lover! See what happens when you live for nothing but pleasure and experience!"
She saw his slightly bulging belly with tight curls of gray hair rimming the knotted navel, then his thin chest with the ribs showing and his emaciated shoulders and arms. His face was drawn, wrinkled, with sunken eyes red from liquor. His loose lips drew into a smile; half the teeth were gone, and the remainder were broken, brown, filthy.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned with disgust. She suddenly felt as filthy as the old, large-cocked derelict before her.
"Hey, man, she's just a little girl," the bum said.
Kim smelled the distinct odor of wine in his foul, stomach-turning breath. James laughed. "Hell, she was little before you put that big wad in her. Now she's nice and loose, as big as her nurse lover. She can go back to her high school now and let the boys dangle their pricks in her. She can take on two or three at the same time and still have room. Maybe the whole football team, with room left for the football!"
Kim was sure she was going to throw up, the stink of the man was overwhelming her. When she heard James give her the next command a tremor of violent repulsion ripped through her. "Open your little mouth, Kim," he said. "Open up and suck on the nice, big cock on this gentleman."
She twisted her head and fought as he tore the tape from her lips with a fast rip. Her mouth burned with agony as the tough glue tugged at the softness. She wanted to scream but was afraid to open her mouth. The pointed cockhead was right in front of her face, waiting, dying to plug inside her.
James pulled back cruelly on her hair and grabbed her under the chin. "I have ways of forcing your mouth open, Kim," he said. "But they hurt worse than anything you've felt so far. Open up like a smart girl or I'll get some wires and clamps like the dentists use. Do you want that?"
The old man sneered and giggled. "And if you bite me, little girl, I'll shit down your throat."
Kim's eyes closed, and she slowly opened her quivering lips. She knew it was useless to fight or scream. They had her hog-tied and utterly helpless. The slime-coated head of the man's cock pushed at her mouth until the lips yawned wide open. The heavy, fleshy odor of the dripping prick made her senses reel. He leaned into her soft face and snickered as his long pole forced deep inside the wet snuggness of her mouth and throat.
"Stretch your neck, baby," he chided her. "I like to put it all the way in, especially in pretty little mouths like yours."
Kim's head was drawn up tight and her throat provided him with a straight, uncurving tunnel. His hips jammed forward and the lengthy shaft plunged into her struggling gullet. Kim thought her neck would split open as the pounding cock forced inside the tight clamp of wetness.
The man withdrew slowly, and by the time the prick was clear of her throat Kim thought she was going to suffocate. She gasped for air just before the rod plunged back inside.
James looked at the juice-streaked lips of her twat, at the redness of fatigue. Then his eyes drifted up to inspect her anus; it was puffed, partially swollen where the soft tissues of her insides had been drawn down. He reached to his desk and grabbed the object he had almost completely forgotten about, the blue prophylactic with the thick rubber spines. It was like a prickly pear once he had it on, the scrub brush tentacles wiggling like a thousand dancing worms along the base and head of his well-wrapped pecker.
He waited until the black cock was drawn from her throat before violently ramming his packaged shaft straight into her recovering cunt.
"Auuuuuugh!" she howled as the multitude of spines whipped at the grated, stinging walls of her pussy. The cock at her lips now jammed ferociously into her throat to cut off the outcry.
As one went in the other pulled out. They worked her like a double-pistoned engine. One blasting the tenderness of her gullet, the other lashing endless bumps, stabs, spears, pins and needles into her stunned box. She tore against her bindings until the flesh of her arms and ankles turned white. She found no relief whatsoever; a cock was constantly inside her, smashing, torturing her flesh, driving it into outraged fury.
James was surprised at how few strokes it took to make a climax cascade from her crazed pussy. The white ass jerked suddenly, a deep moan growled from her half-filled throat, the spines of the blue rubber glistened with the thickness of her spilling cream. It was making her bellow with flames of passion.
He held his cock deep inside while the cunt walls slammed along the length. Then he rocked from side to side to make sure the spearing rubber-tips did their splendid job. He could see her anus drawing the exposed inner skins inside as it flexed and trembled along with her shuddering cunt.
And the old man was steadily plowing his meat in and out of her mouth, spreading her throat open wide, enlarging her capacity for sex. James knew when they Were through Kim would have all the training and physical ability for anyone or anything. She had wanted experience, and she was getting it.
He jerked his cock from the cunt and raised the awesome spectacle up to her quivering asshole. She knew it was going in there, she couldn't help but know it. But no matter how prepared she was the whipping monster was a shock as it raked her rear hole with the wiggling spines and re-inflamed the sensitive tissues with stings, pinches and eruptions.
The climax from her cunt spread upward along with the blue prick. Kim was beyond screaming now, her senses and body only felt the dull thud of entering poles, the non-stop pump of cock after cock stretching her unmercifully, tearing away any defense, drawing tears from crying holes.
The doctor's ass blurred with speed as he clipped deftly into her asshole. He was feeling good-Kim was receiving the cocks like a young girl should, with tears and groans-real ones. This was the ultimate in childishness, her mind fighting against it, her body eating it all up.
"Hey man, I'm close," the old derelict reported.
"Wait for me," James said. He tugged his cock from her anus and walked to the front of the chair while removing the hideous rubber.
"Gonna cream in her mouth?" the old guy asked.
"No. Neither are you," James said. "Pull out."
The emaciated bum did as he was instructed with an unhappy frown. "Now what? Where do I stick it now?" he asked.
"Stroke it, keep it ready," James said. He took the limp, juice-soaked rubber and stuffed it into Kim's half-open, numb mouth. "Here, Kim, blow this up!" he laughed.
He grabbed her hair into a pony-tail and held it in the air. Then, with a nod at the skinny old man, he said, "In her ears. Kim has real sensitive ears."
She felt the press of their wet cockheads on her ears and everything was quiet except for the sounds of their brisk strokes. Then, almost together, she felt the horrible gush and pressure, like mud being packed in her ears. Jism spurted from each cock to fill and drench, to blot out sound, to overflow in sticky streams down her cheeks to her lips. To drip with long, lazy flows from the soft mouth which refused to drink.
And her hair-she felt them creaming into her clean, soft hair. Sperm was flowing everywhere as they lashed their spilling cocks at her face, at her closed mouth with the blue rubber hanging obscenely out. Kim's tears of humiliation and torment mixed with the thick juice. But the worst thing of all was the thundering climax ripping throughout her thoroughly fucked, painful, limber young body.
James squeezed the final drops of jism from his expended pecker and smiled. Volumes of white goop trailed from her humbled head. He was convinced Kim would never want to look at him again, never even want to hear his name once her ears were cleaned out.
When the office door burst open he looked up with a start. It was Nurse Phillips, hands on hips, mouth drawn into a tight angry line. That was bad, but it was nothing compared to the outraged fury on the face of the man standing behind her. Doctor Blake.
Kim's head lifted, she twisted back and saw her saviors. "Oh! Nurse Phillips! Ohhhhhh...."
The nurse ran to Kim and cradled her semen-soaked head in her arms. The derelict stumbled for his clothes in the bathroom. James still had his hand wrapped around the shrinking base of his red cock as Doctor Blake frowned, looked at the bare and beautiful rump of helpless Kim, looked back up at Doctor Conrad. Frowned again.
"You're in deep trouble," the older doctor said. "Deep trouble."
"Uhhhhh...." James lost his voice. His knees felt weak, he had no explanation worth offering. All he knew was that Nurse Phillips had double-crossed him, she was blowing the whistle while Kim was blowing the mammoth cock.
"You better get dressed, doctor," Blake said.
"We'll see to it that the young girl is tended to. I want to hear her story first. Tomorrow I'll expect to hear your explanation of this insidious outrage."
"Yessir," James replied. He glanced at his diploma on the wall and realized it might be his last look.
CHAPTER NINE
When Kim woke up on Thursday morning she stretched and felt the slight ache in her limbs. But everything else was okay, her fingers reached down to inspect and feel the warm folds of her small cunt. It was fine, snug, happy. Her anus was also in tip-top shape, just like Doctor Blake and Nurse Phillips had said.
She closed her eyes and let the fingers dwell against the softness of the vagina while remembering how gentle the older, gray-haired doctor had been when he checked her out. He made sure she was thoroughly cleansed inside with a cool, refreshing spray of tingling liquid from an instrument he'd inserted in her. Everything flushed out of her all at once, the liquid, the stinging pains, the residue of the nasty cocks of James and his derelict pal.
Then Nurse Phillips bathed her and scrubbed her hair while she relaxed in a whirlpool bath. Kim was worried about Jan coming to pick her up and not finding her in the parking lot. Doctor Blake was so understanding. He had even gone out and brought Jan in; he had her wait in the reception area until Kim was dressed and all back together.
Kim rolled from the bed and started dressing for school. As she slid her fresh panties up her long legs she thought about James and the questions Doctor Blake asked. The dashing man suggested that Kim not tell anyone and avoid all the embarrassment something like this could cause. He assured her Doctor Conrad would regret his actions for the rest of his life. Kim agreed-Doctor Blake's determination seemed so fierce that she knew James would suffer an awful lot.
Thursday afternoon Doctor Blake called James Conrad into his office and told him to sit down. Silently, James obeyed. The stern-faced old man stared at him a long time, finally shook his head clucked his lips. 'I'll be damned if I can understand it, Conrad," he said. "But that innocent little girl has begged me, literally begged me, to go easy on you!"
James didn't believe it. "She did?"
"Yes. She actually shed tears when I said you would be thrown out of the profession and probably sent to jail."
"She cried?"
"Bawled like a little girl. I tried everything I know to get her to change her mind because I personally think you are a filthy, corrupt, indecent bastard!" Blake firmly stated.
James could tell hot air when he heard it. "Who are you trying to fool, you big asshole?" James responded.
Blake's mouth fell open and he had to remove his glasses and wipe them before regaining his composure. "Let's set personal feelings aside, Conrad...."
"Fine."
"She refuses to press charges."
"That's not her prerogative, Blake! That's a decision her parents have to make," James snapped.
"Dammit! She refuses to tell them! I tried to convince her but for some idiotic reason she won't do it!"
"Don't lay that bullshit on me, Doctor Blake," James said. "If she tells her parents the roof will cave in on me and on your pristine medical center too! You can't afford the scandal any more than I can!"
"Listen here, you...."
James interrupted. "Horseshit! Furthermore, if her folks hear about this they'll lock her up, put watchdogs on her! And that would keep her from getting here, wouldn't it? Then what would you and your big-assed nurse have to play with besides each other, huh? I know what you're up to, Doctor Blake," he sneered.
Blake stood up. "I resent the implication you are drawing about my nurse and myself. And I won't have you implying that I have any interest of an impure nature in that young girl!"
James Conrad exhaled; it was stupid to argue. His position was defenseless, he was caught in the act. But as a last effort at busting through the marble-faced facade of the old fart he said, "She loves to have her ears sucked."
Blake leaned forward, he pretended not to hear. "What did you say?" he asked.
"She likes to feel a tongue in her ear, doctor. It makes her crazy, she drops her pants and begs for cock if you just suck on her ear."
Blake looked away; his composure seemed shaken. James realized he had the old man going. "And she loves it up the ass ... right up inside the old rectum ... to say nothing about the throat, way down the old gullet with sperm popping on her tonsils...."
"I refuse to listen to any more of this scandalous hearsay," Blake mumbled.
"Hearsay? Shit, Blake, I fucked her, busted her cherry, and I created a monster, a Frankenstein! There was no holding her back, no way to return the innocence which had attracted me in the first place! You'll see! You'll see the burning lust in her eyes, the hungry, vulture stare and gulping mouth. She'll suck the skin right off your cock if you don't watch out!"
"Shut up!" Blake cried. "You are fired! Gone! I want you out of this center by tomorrow afternoon at the latest! Do you understand?"
James saw the bulging veins and red color spreading in the doctor's face and he knew he was right. Nothing was happening except that he was being dealt out, no reprimand, no record, no cops or trial or malpractice hearing. They were letting him get off scot-free so they could have Kim's big tits and heaving cunt to themselves. He smiled, and a great relief came over him.
"Fine with me," said James.
"Thank your lucky stars for our mercy. If we wanted you could be brought up on very serious charges!"
"Yep." James stood. "But like I said, you'd have the pleasure of nailing me to the cross but you'd lose the virgin. And that would make both you and Nurse Phillips very unhappy."
"Get out!"
James spend Friday clearing out his small office. He took his time packing and loading the car because every time Doctor Blake passed by he went into a fit of coughing. And Nurse Phillips refused to look James in the eye. She was scared, very scared. James knew what she was so afraid of, that he might mention to Doctor Blake the fact that his beautiful nurse had happened to join them once. That she took his cock and loved it.
Doctor Conrad toyed with the idea of saying something, of blowing Nurse Phillips' relationship with the crusty old bastard wide open. He knew he had undeniable proof; one mention of her thick patch of wild black hair would cinch it all.
By four o'clock James had his car packed and was ready to go, he waited in his bare office until Nurse Phillips passed by. "Uhhh, Nurse Phillips, I'd like to speak with you about something!" he called out.
She slowly returned to his open door and looked in. He saw a glimmer of fear and apprehension in her eyes; she seemed vulnerable as hell. James loved it. "Yes?" he asked.
He signalled her inside with a crook of his finger. "I'm wondering how aware you are of your weak position."
She gulped, the tongue came out to wash across her full but dry lips. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, nurse," he said. "Old Blake would go berserk if he knew I laid you, wouldn't he?"
"I guess he would. But I'd deny it," she answered in an attempt to appear confident.
"With blond on your head and black in your snatch? And I recall two moles and a tiny scar. I notice those things; after all, I'm a physician."
Her bravado broke. "Please...."
"Mercy? Is that what you're asking for after what you did to me?"
"Yes. I'll do anything...."
That's what James was waiting for. He jumped up. "Good. I want your address! We'll go out to dinner this weekend!"
"Huh?" She was stunned.
"Dinner, drinks, dancing and whatever else happens. I think it's time I started appreciating mature women! After all, every man has to start acting his age at some time!" he cried excitedly.
Nurse Phillips laughed with joy and wrote out her address. "I can't wait," she said. And she meant it. "I won't mind being with a man my age either!"
As James left the building he saw the blue car pull into the parking lot. Kim was driving, her long brown hair whipped in the wind through the open window. He knew he was right, it was Friday and she was keeping her appointment. But with a different doctor, older, wiser, more worldly.
His heart dropped like a lead weight in his chest when he saw both car doors open. Kim stepped from the driver's side and her tithe little sister, Jan, stepped from the passenger side. They both wore short skirts and appeared nervous. Kim was bringing along her young sister.
"Hi, Kim," James said as they passed. "Is this Jan?"
Jan beamed up at him with the eyes of a bunny, darting, anxious, awed and vulnerable. Kim grabbed her hand and quickly pulled the little doll away. "Don't talk with him," she said. "He's not a nice man!"
James laughed and called out, "Listen to your big sister, Jan! She'll make sure you learn everything the right way!"
He climbed in his car and took a last look at the medical center. He wouldn't miss it. And he was surprised how little he cared about Jan finally arriving when it was too late. He had better things to think about, like the coming weekend.
