AUTHOR: Fygero
TITLE: Like Mother, Like Daughter (Mg12,preteen)
PART: 2 of 5
SUMMARY: It's the near future.  The age of consent has been lowered to
12, and sex-ed has moved from the school to the local medical practice.
Nobody is happier about this than Dr Pete.  KEYWORDS: Mg(12), MF/g(12),
M/Fg(12), 1st, Inc, Ped, Preteen, Cons, Piv, Creampie, Oral, Womb 

WORDS: 5055
WARNING: This story contains explicit sex scenes with a minor.  If this
is likely to offend you, please close this file of click BACK on your
browser now.

SYNOPSIS: *** CONTAINS SPOILERS*** Lucy is like any twelve-year-old
who's walked into Pete's practice - sweet natured, perky, and lovely in
her youthful innocence.  Walking her through sex-prep will literally be his
pleasure, especially if he can encourage her gorgeously petite mother to
take part as well.  It is the near future, and the age of consent for girls
has been dropped to twelve, resulting in attitudinal and cultural changes
that nobody could have anticipated.

   Men - not just some, but all of them - have finally come out from behind
the curtain of denial and confronted their buried desires.  No longer is
there a stigma to want for the skinny pre-teen temptresses running around
the beach in tiny bikinis - the lovely middle-schoolers with their budding
breasts, bundled into last year's uniform and forever forgetting to sit
with their knees together - and the lithe, flat-chested gymnasts, leaping
about in gleaming leotards that caress every curve and crevice of their
tiny, hairless cunts.  A door has been opened, a chance for every man to
have what he'd never dared to dream.

   The girls themselves haven't changed though.  They're only children, and
they don't see the sublime beauty of their young, developing bodies - they
don't know the deep, sexual hunger they stir, just by being themselves.

   To achieve their full potential, they need to be shown, and it is the
medical profession - men of skill and knowledge like Dr Pete - who have
been entrusted to kindle the spark of sexual awakening that glows inside
their burgeoning breast.

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are
fictional; and resemblance to actual people or events is entirely
coincidental.

   AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy.  Although many men may think
and act like the character Pete, young girls do not think and act like
Lucy. Her highly biddable and sexual nature is a fantasy that does not
exist; in fact, it would be dangerous to believe that it does.  If the
Synopsis above makes you cringe, close your browser now - it only gets
worse.  If, however, you enjoy this type of fantasy, I encourage you to
read the story; it is very erotic, very graphic, and thoroughly enjoyable.
If you have trouble distinguishing between the fantasy of Lucy and the
reality of real girls then you probably need help from a medical
practitioner.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER (2 of 5) 
by Fygero

   Lucy watched him intently.  She swallowed heavily.  "O-o-o-kay."

   "Do you want to practice with me?"

   She nodded eagerly.  "Okay." She seemed inordinately keen to discover
what it felt like to get eaten.

   Pete patted her bottom.  "Hop down on the floor and I'll show you."

   Lucy got down on her knees in the middle of the office, blinking up at
Pete with an expectant look.

   Pete laid his white coat over the back of the chair and kicked off his
shoes.  "What you just did for your mom," he said, adopting an
instructional tone he thought Lucy might need now the stakes were rising,
"you can do for a guy, too.  Do you know what I'm talking about?"

   Lucy nodded.  "I think so."

   "Kids at school talk about it?"

   She shrugged, which seemed to be Lucy's version of `Yes, but I'm too shy
to talk about it.'

   "What do they call it?"

   Lucy glanced at her mom and then back at Pete, her brow creased with
worry lines.  "I think it's a bad word."

   "We're in a safe place here, Luce.  I don't think you're going to get in
trouble." He really wanted to see her pretty mouth form the words.

   "I think ... I don't ever say it, but I think they call it
cock-sucking."

   She caught Pete mid-swallow and he almost choked on his own spit.  "Oh!"
He coughed, clearing his throat.  "Yeah, that one maybe is a swear word. 
Cock-thucking.  Pete's dick heaved.  The perky, bespectacled
middle-schooler talking about sucking his dick was divine, but the lisp was
the icing on the cake.

   "I think we should call it a BJ," Sarah said archly.

   "What's a bee-jay?"

   "It's short for blow-job," Pete said.  He looked up at Sarah, who'd
taken her feet out of the stirrups now and put her skirt back down.  She
still had her tits out, though, so that was nice.  "What do we reckon, Mom,
is that one a swear, too?"

   Sarah waggled her hand.  Maybe.

   Lucy frowned again.  "I don't think they're the same thing."

   "I don't get you, Luce."

   "Well, isn't one, you know, sucking - and the other one blowing?"

   Pete laughed, and Sarah joined in.  "You're absolutely right," he said,
ruffling her hair.  "Whoever called it a blow job really messed up."

   "So, you're supposed to suck it, then?"

   Pete nodded.  "You're definitely supposed to suck it."

   "'Cause Amber says you can just hold your mouth open and let him put it
in."

   Pete blinked.  "Well, I mean, you can do that--"

   "But it feels nicer when you suck," Sarah finished.

   Pete smiled.  She was doing half his job for him.  "And if you really
want him to lick yours--"

   "Then you do what feels nicest," Lucy finished, nodding slowly and
smiling.  "Sneaky, huh?"

   "Are you going to give it a try?" Pete asked.  "Do you want to try
sucking mine?"

   "You mean bee-jaying yours?" Lucy said precociously, the delight at
correcting a grown-up making her eyes sparkle.

   "I think we can say `sucking'." Pete gave her a wink.  "It's the other
word that's the swear."

   Lucy licked her lips, making them shine.  She just knelt there, looking
at Pete's trousers, then up at Pete, then back down again.

   "Do you want me to get it out?  Because I don't mind if you do."

   Her eyebrows knitted.  For a moment she was paralyzed by indecision, but
then she shuffled forward on her knees in front of him.  Her hands stopped
just an inch from his zipper.  "Do I just...?"

   "Yep, just unzip me."

   She struggled a moment with it, touching him half a dozen times though
his trousers before she finally slid it down.  Exploring gamely, she
slipped a hand inside and found his hard dick, now tucked safely back in
his shorts.  She probed around blindly and grabbed his cock and balls a few
times without finding the opening.  "I can't ... seem to ..."

   "I'll give you a hand," Pete said.  He unbuckled and stepped out of his
trousers off, draping them over the chair with his coat.  And then, only
because he was too hard to properly enjoy Lucy's fumbling, he pulled down
his shorts and kicked them off.  His dick swung free in front of her face -
God, that was better.  It was so hard, it gleamed.

   Lucy sat back on her heels and peered anxiously over at Sarah.

   Pete touched her hair.  "What's the matter, Luce?"

   "Mom, it's too big.  I thought it was going to be like Benji's."

   Sarah caught Pete's eye.  "Ben is her little brother." To Lucy, she
said, "Punkin, Benj is only nine.  He's a little kid.  His'll be just as
big when he grows up." She looked at Pete's bobbing cock and then up at
Pete, a half smile forming.  "Maybe."

   "I don't want to anymore, Mommy."

   Oh, this was not good.  Not good at all.

   "Luce," Pete said, "it's really not that scary.  Why don't you just hold
it and--"

   Sarah silenced him with a hand.  "Lucy, Sweetie, you don't have to do
anything you don't want to." She kneeled down next to her daughter and they
hugged.  "It's scary the first time, isn't it?"

   Lucy nodded, her face buried between Sarah's breasts.

   "I was scared too.  Did you know that?"

   Lucy shook her head.

   "I really was.  I was older than you, but I wasn't with a nice man.  He
wasn't very gentle."

   Lucy spoke in a tiny voice.  "What happened?"

   "He tried to put it in too far."

   "Is that bad?"

   "It is if you're not ready.  It made me feel like I was going to be
sick."

   Lucy shook her head again.  "I don't want to be sick."

   "You know what, Punkin?  I don't think Dr Pete is like that man.  I
think he'll be much gentler."

   Lucy pulled her face from Sarah's breasts and looked up at her
beseechingly.  "Can we go back to school, Mommy?  Please?  I don't want to
do it anymore."

   Sarah sighed.  "Okay, but do you mind if I try?  I like sucking cock."

   Pete smiled.  Things were looking up.

   Lucy's eyes bulged.

   Sarah gave her a look of mock indignation.  "What?  I'm a grown-up.  I'm
allowed to say it."

   "But you said it's a bad--"

   "If you can suck it, you can say it.  That's my new motto.  Now move
over - I want to suck Dr Pete's cock."

   Pete turned to Sarah so she wouldn't have to make an ungainly shuffle on
her knees, hovering his dick a few inches from her mouth.

   She looked up at him hopefully.  "Do you mind if I get something from my
bag?"

   A condom?  Jesus, a blow job with a condom was as dull as a half-sucked
popsicle.  "Yeah, sure," Pete said, trying to keep the disappointment from
his voice.

   Sarah popped to her feet, breasts jiggling again - God she was hot - and
fussed about in her tote.  "I used these all the time when I was a junior
making money for college."

   Pete sighed.  The Viagra was starting to kick in and his dick throbbed
like a motherfucker.  He'd gone from almost bare-backing a twelve-year-old
to a raincoat blow-job from her mom.  He could look forward to an
uncomfortable afternoon with an infinity-boner.

   Sarah cast him a self-conscious backward glance.  "It's silly," she
said, "but they make me feel younger." She pulled out a metallic red and
gold bundle, which she separated into a flimsy nylon crop-top and
cheerleader's skirt.

   Things just got better again.

   She modelled the crop-top over her breasts.  "Is that okay?  It's not
weird or anything?"

   "It's perfect," Pete said.  "You could totally make the squad back in
high school."

   "Oh, I never cheered in high school." Sarah waved off the idea, pulling
the top over her head.  "I was still a double-A cup when I graduated." The
filmy garment was far too small and had no elastic - it hugged her breasts
but hung loose, just barely covering the nipples.  "I wore this in junior
high.  It used to come down a lot further then." She shimmied her chest,
offering Pete tantalizing glimpses of her wobbling under-breast.  "If you
wore a bra then it wasn't quite so ..."

   "Arresting?"

   "Still," she went on, dropping her skirt and stepping into the obscenely
short, red and god uniform, "it's not like today.  The seniors at Lucy's
junior high have their booking numbers printed on the back.  Cheerleaders
make crazy money after a game - especially if the team wins."

   "That so?"

   The skirt was shorter than the crop top, and Sarah's hips weren't as
narrow as they'd been when she was thirteen, so he could see the silky
lobes of her pussy beneath the hem.

   "Sorry, one more thing," Sarah said, holding up an apologetic finger. 
"Promise I'll be quick." She fished around again in her bag and found some
hair ties and a comb, and with a speed borne of years' practice, she tied
her bouncing blond locks up into twin pony-tails, tying them off with red
and gold ribbons that matched the uniform.

   She presented herself front-on for Pete, perky and smiling.  "Worth the
wait?"

   "Okay," said Lucy.  "Now we look like sisters."

   "I wasn't joking before," Pete said.  "Walk around a high school car
park like that after the game and you'll make enough for a holiday in
Aspen."

   Sarah shrugged, kneeling again in front of Pete.  "Not like Lucy will. I
dunno, maybe we'll do some ménage stuff together if the price is right."

   "Mom, can I try out for cheerleading next year?"

   "We'll see, Punkin," Sarah replied.  "See how you go today, though. 
Junior High cheerleading is a lot different to when I did it.  The girls
need a whole extra skill set."

   "Like giving bee-jays?  Don't the boys all have to play football,
though?"

   "Not the players." Sarah frowned.  "Geez Lucy, don't go giving it away.
Cheerleading's not for the players, it's for the men in the stands.  Hell,
they don't come for the sport."

   Lucy's lips narrowed.  "Mom, I thought you were going to suck Dr Pete's
cock."

   "I am." Sarah took Pete in hand and flashed Lucy a look.  "And you watch
your language, young lady."

   Pete's dick bucked in her fist.  He hadn't been listening very
attentively because Lucy's dress still hung wide open, and from where he
stood above her, he could see straight down the middle to her pussy.

   "Once you've got his dick," Sarah said, using this as a teachable
moment, "you can just stroke it with your hand for a bit." She jerked his
cock slowly, using the full length and allowing the cock skin to float
freely over the hardened shaft beneath.

   Lucy shuffled closer.  "I thought Dr Pete said it was better to use your
mouth."

   "With boys you need to build up slowly." She moved her grip closer to
the end, making space down by the root.  "Do you want to help me?"

   Lucy's face took on a worried look, like maybe she was being tricked. 
She took a hold anyway, her fingers almost able to close around the girth,
and together they worked his long cock as if they were one.

   "Do you want to try on your own?"

   Lucy didn't take her eyes off it.  She just nodded.  "Shivers," she
gasped when Sarah let go.  She shot a look at her mom.  "It's heavy."

   "Why don't you get closer?  Take a better look."

   Lucy rose up on her knees, bringing her face very close and giving Pete
a brief fantasy of coming over her glasses.  She raised his dick straight
up, and still stroking it, she cupped his balls with her other hand.

   "Do you know what those are?" Sarah asked.

   Lucy nodded.  "It's where the stuff comes from." She shifted her
attention to the other end, watching Pete's cockhead magically fold away
and reappear, over and over.

   Sarah leaned forward and kissed the tip, then sat back on her heels.

   Lucy kept pumping, but she watched her mom cautiously for a few moments,
perhaps waiting to see what would happen next.

   Sarah just looked back at her daughter, her face unreadable.

   Lucy brought Pete's cockhead to her lips and kissed it too.  She glared
back at her mother.  You didn't need to speak twelve-year-old to read her
expression.  You happy now?

   Sarah closed her hand over Lucy's to hold Pete's cock still, and she
treated the top few inches to half a dozen slow, wet kisses, finishing with
her lips over the tip.  Pete watched rapt as her tongue snaked out and
licked three or four slick circles around his knob.

   Again, she sat back and looked at Lucy.

   "I know what you're doing, Mom.  I'm not stupid."

   "I never said you were, Punkin." She nodded at Lucy's hand.  "That cock
tastes nice.  You should try some."

   Lucy gave her a withering look.  She turned her attention back to Pete's
dick, wrinkling her nose.  "I'm doing this because I'm curious," she said
flatly.  "Not because you tricked me."

   Frankly my dear, thought Pete.  I don't give a damn.  You can blow me.
Har har.  Get it?  Blow m-- JESUS CHRIST!

   Lucy had taken his dick in her mouth and sucked the head like a
lollipop. With long, deep slurps, she drew his tender knob-flesh down the
channel of her tongue, working the shaft with her lips and getting it wet
all over.  God, he'd never been sucked so furiously.

   His balls boiled.  He was going to come if he wasn't careful.  Jesus! 
Stop looking.  The sight of the gorgeous middle-schooler eating his cock
was pre-ejaculatory kryptonite.  Her little hand around his too-big cock,
her lips stretched over the knob, working like mad - it was too much.  Pete
groaned, utterly conflicted between the need to hose Lucy down with a hot
load of cum and the overwhelming desire to keep ravaging her tiny, willing
body.

   She kept at it for how long - ten seconds?  twenty?  It couldn't have
been much longer because Pete had stopped breathing and he would've passed
out.  At the critical moment, right when he felt that first warning
contraction in his balls, Sarah moved in and placed her hand over Lucy's.

   "Slow down a little Punkin.  It's not a race."

   Lucy took her mouth away and the volcano in Pete's ball-sack bubbled
back down to a simmer.  He took a shaky breath.  Shit, that was close.

   Sarah let Lucy keep a hold while she gave Pete a long lick up the
underside.  "Pretend it's an ice-cream cone," she said.  "Go too fast and
you'll get brain-freeze."

   Lucy giggled.  "And if I go too slow will it melt in my hand?"

   "You don't know how true that is." Sarah took over holding Pete, just
her thumb and forefinger in a circle, way down low to expose his full
length.  "Watch Mommy, Punkin."

   Sarah closed her mouth over Pete's dick and set to work with a slow, wet
blow job.  Using her hand and mouth in a hypnotic rhythm, she bobbed her
head and slithered her tongue around his knob, the whole time maintaining a
sweet suction that enveloped his cock in wet, tropical heat.

   Lucy watched on closely, occasionally licking her lips as she waited her
turn.

   Pete caught her eye and winked.  "Your sister's very good at this,
Lucy." He felt Sarah's soft mouth harden in to a smile.  Looking down at
the cheerleader and the schoolgirl, a couple of skinny ice-blonds in pony
tails - from his angle, the illusion of being sucked off by twin pre-teen
sluts was almost perfect.

   He delved into Lucy's dress to fondle her breasts and she rose up on her
knees to help him reach, cupping his balls in one hand and stroking behind
them with her fingers.  Sarah gave a jealous moan and looked up from her
mouthful of cock, so Pete caressed her tits as well, gaining the easiest of
access beneath the dangling hem of her cheerleader's crop-top.  The
comparison from mother to daughter was exquisite.  Sarah was firmer, fuller
- the curve underneath each one describing shallow arcs that met in the
middle.  Lucy's were tiny and soft - mouthfuls, really - little islands of
desire set far apart in the flat sea of her skinny chest.

   Sarah came up for air, drawing Pete's dick from its wet heaven with a
loud plop.  "Mmm, Dr Pete's got clever fingers, hasn't he Lucy?"

   "Uh-huh." Lucy's body swayed like a reed, teased into motion by the
breeze that was Pete's clever fingers.

   Sarah drew her closer with a touch beneath her chin, and together they
shared Pete's cock, kissing and licking it all over.  "Do you think he has
a clever tongue, too?"

   "Mie-mummo." I dunno, Lucy said through a face-full of dick.

   "If you're nice to him then he might use his clever tongue on you."
Sarah's hand disappeared between beneath Lucy's school dress, forcing a hot
gasp from the girl's nostrils and bathing Pete's wet shaft in the blast. 
Sarah's voice took on a teasing, sexy tone.  "Do you think you'd like
that?"

   "Mm-hmm." Lucy didn't break contact with her kissing and licking.

   "Do you want him to lick it all over?  Do you want him to suck you ...
here?"

   Lucy flinched and let out an excited squeak.  She broke contact for a
second, just long enough to breath the one word.  "Yes."

   Sarah kept going, whispering in Lucy's ear and stroking her cunt.  "He
knows just how girls like it, long slow licks all over ... here ... and
here ..."

   Lucy whined with rising pleasure.  She slid Pete's cock in her mouth,
socked into her cheek, licking and slurping on it like a chicken drumstick.

   "Do you feel a tingle inside?"

   "Mm-hmm."

   "That tingle is like paddling at the beach - it's just getting your toes
wet.  When he sticks his tongue inside you ... here ..."

   Lucy whimpered.  Her jaw quivered, and Pete slipped deeper into her
mouth.

   "... a big wave is going to pick you up and carry you away, and it'll
feel like a million tongues and a million pairs of lips are kissing you all
over.  Does that sound nice?"

   "Mmmm." A note of urgency turned her moan into an erotic plea for
release.

   "Boys love when you suck their cock.  You know that?  They'll do
anything for a girl who sucks them off.  If you do that for Dr Pete, he'll
do all of those things for you - he'll eat your pussy till you come like
Mommy did."

   Sarah got out of her way and handed over control of Pete's cock.  Lucy
took hold down near the base, just like her mom had shown her, and she set
about copying her example, gliding a couple of inches of thick meat through
the slick cavern of her virgin mouth.

   Sarah got behind her and cradled her in both arms, fondling her cunt,
her breasts, and whispering words of encouragement in her ear.  "Lucy,
you're such a good cocksucker.  Are you sure you haven't been practicing on
the boys at school?"

   "Nn-nnn."

   "Isn't she good, Dr Pete?  Have you ever had a BJ this good?"

   Pete gulped.  "I don't think I have." Pete had had his dick in a lot of
inexperienced mouths, but never like this.  He quite literally had his own
gorgeous cheerleader, a teen look-alike, rooting for him to fuck her
daughter's face.

   "What do you like the most, Dr Pete?  Is she using her tongue?"

   Pete felt Lucy's tongue go to work, snaking down his dick, darting past
her lips to follow a rigid vein along the underside.  "Uh-huh.  She's
really good with that." He felt Lucy smile around his cock.

   "Is she sucking hard enough?"

   The pressure tightened around his shaft and Lucy's cheeks sucked in.

   "It's just right.  Exactly how I like it."

   "You're doing great, Punkin," Sarah whispered.  "I think Dr Pete really
likes it.  See if you can suck him deeper.  Boys like it when you suck it
down."

   Lucy gobbled a little more, her tiny mouth stretched wide around the
thickest part of his cock.  Pete's knob sank into the silky heaven of her
soft palate.  He flexed his dick, making it swell in Lucy's straining jaws.

   "Guk!"

   "Careful Punkin." Sarah put a warning hand on Pete's hip and pushed him
back to a safer depth.  "Did you almost sick up?"

   "Mmm."

   "There's a trick to not sicking up.  You want me to show you?"

   Lucy nodded and pulled Pete's cock out of her mouth.

   "Put your fingers here," Sarah said.  "On my throat." She held her hand
over Lucy's and leaned over her shoulder to take Pete back in her mouth,
quickly sliding him in and out and wetting his cock down in her own saliva.
Bringing him to the back of her mouth, she held him there and swallowed
down on his cock - twice, three times - before drawing him back out.

   Pete's balls lurched.  Sarah's action was hot and tight, and she'd taken
him at least an inch deeper than Lucy had.

   She slid him in again - swallow, withdraw, swallow, withdraw - each time
a little deeper, drawing him out at last with long wet slurp.  "Watch this,
Punkin." With a lick around his cockhead, Sarah went down again, swallowing
and withdrawing one more time before she tipped her head back and slid his
long dick straight down her throat.

   "Oh, shivers," Lucy breathed.  "Where'd it all go?"

   Pete's dick was in heaven.  Sarah wasn't just mouthing it, she was
sucking and swallowing, working the thick root with her lips, sliding out
her tongue to lick his balls.  He strained against the insta-gasm, pulling
his cock back through unbearable suction, but Sarah gobbled him back down,
cramming his thick tool down her throat and pressing her face into his
groin.

   "Oh God," Pete groaned.  He put his hand on the back of her head,
cupping the nape, pressing his dick deeper and preparing to unload a
steaming wad down her throat.

   "Mommy, no fair.  It's my turn."

   For the second time, just before Pete reached critical mass, the bliss
ended, and Sarah drew him out, disgorging long, glistening inches of
cockmeat as if from nowhere.  "I'm sorry, Lucy," she said, sitting back and
returning Pete's dick to Lucy's small fist.  "I got a bit excited."

   "You and me both," Pete muttered.

   Lucy put him back in her inexperienced mouth and sucked contentedly on
the first couple of inches until she had a tight fit.

   Pete was at the edge now, and more than ready to give Lucy her first
dose of tonsil cream.  He couldn't wait to see the look in her eyes when
the first shot went off in her mouth.

   He put his hand on the back of her head, as he'd done with Sarah.  As if
on cue, Lucy looked nervously upward through batting blond eyelashes

   "Don't you hurt my baby," came the low warning from below.

   Pete held Lucy's face still and fucked her slowly in the mouth, just the
first couple of inches.

   Lucy watched on, peering over the tops of her horn-rims, her wide eyes
never leaving Pete's.

   "You are so beautiful," he whispered.

   Lucy smiled and blushed.

   Pete pressed a little deeper, slowly feeling his way into the back of
her mouth.  The moment he sank into her soft palate, Lucy swallowed over
the top of his knob - good girl - caressing it with her silken muscles and
furiously working her tongue from beneath.

   Pete withdrew, slowly, no fuss, just like he had when it was only the
first couple of inches.  Trust me, Luce, he told her with his eyes.  Trust
me with your pretty little mouth.  He slid back in, swallow and squeeze,
then pulled out again.

   Sarah stroked her hair.  "Now you've got it." She tucked back in behind
and wrapped Lucy up her arms, one hand caressing her breasts, the other
beneath her school dress, teasing her cunt in ways Pete could only imagine
with burning envy.

   "Mmmm." Lucy responded to the sweet attention on her pussy, moaning
around her mouthful of dick and sending rich vibrations through Pete's
shaft.  Her action was tight and wet - almost perfect.  The boiling
pressure in his balls told him he wouldn't last much longer, although he
wasn't finished yet defiling Lucy's lovely mouth.

   "Keep swallowing, gorgeous.  You're doing great." Pete took her head in
both hands, signaling a change, and the next time she swallowed his knob he
left it in, making her do it a second time before he withdrew.

   Her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared, but she didn't panic.  A little
drool dripped from her bottom lip.

   Pete stroked her hair.  "You're such a good cock sucker, Luce."

   She smiled happily, sucking him harder, swallowing down the cocktail of
saliva and precum.

   He slid in deep again - swallow one, swallow two - and on the second one
he allowed his dick to get dragged in by pressure and channeled into the
back of Lucy's throat.  Reflexively, she swallowed a third time, and when
the hard muscles of her trachea closed over his knob and squeezed him
tight, Pete gently withdrew, letting her finish the action without his dick
blocking the way.

   "Careful," Sarah warned.

   "That was incredible," Pete said, smiling down at Lucy.  "Most girls
don't learn that till they're grown-ups." He kept fucking her mouth slowly
while she got her breath back and the worry lines on her brow softened. 
"I'm nearly finished, honey.  Just a few more big swallows."

   Sarah put her lips close to Lucy's ear.  "Get ready Punkin - it's gonna
squirt in your mouth."

   "Mmm!" Lucy's urgent cry might have passion or panic, it was impossible
to tell.

   "Get ready to swallow, sweetheart."

   Pete went deep again, squeezing his soft cockhead past her tongue and
down into her throat.  Lucy swallowed like a super-star and he rewarded her
by taking it out and doing it again.  Over and over, he pushed his
throbbing meat into her mouth and Lucy gobbled it all down.

   He held her head still, but the rest of her writhed erotically, and when
she wasn't swallowing cock she moaned in an increasingly frantic tempo to
the ministrations of Sarah's magical fingers.

   Jesus Christ.  She's about to come!  The realization was an instant
aphrodisiac - or maybe it was the Viagra talking.  Pete's balls boiled,
lifting in readiness.  Not yet!  Not yet!  He held his dick at
three-quarters, resting on the back of Lucy's tongue while he strained to
hold back the tide.

   "You're almost there, Punkin," Sarah urged.  "Let it go."

   Lucy closed her eyes.  Her breath came in shudders, then whimpers.  She
stiffened and arched, her tiny body trembling as she silently screamed into
the skin-flute lodged between her yawning jaws.

   Even if Pete hadn't been on the edge, the stunning sight of Lucy's first
orgasm would have been too much.  No sooner had he relaxed his balls than
they were seized by a powerful, heaving contraction.  The rush was
exquisite.  Hot cum flooded his cock, searing his vas - he gave an almighty
pump and hosed it into Lucy's waiting mouth.

   Still coming, Lucy jerked back, squealing and bubbling cum out her mouth
while Pete pumped helplessly, laying four more juicy ropes across her face
and glasses.

   "Oh, Punkin," Sarah said, folding her into loving hug.  "Your first
facial.  You've done it, baby, haven't you?"

   "Mm-hmm." Lucy laid her head back on her mother's shoulder, her face
loaded with cum like an artist's palette.

   "You're almost done.  Just suck him dry and you're finished."

   Following Sarah's lead, Pete put his softening cock back between Lucy's
lips.

   "That's it, my baby," Sarah whispered.  "Swallow it all down."

   Blinded by her cum-coated glasses, Lucy obediently sucked him back in
and laid his cock down the length of her tongue, milking the last weak
spurts of jizz from his balls with long, powerful sucks.

   "All done, baby," Sarah said softly.  "Let go now and Mommy'll clean you
up."

   Pete slid his dick free and passed the Kleenex from his desk down to
Sarah.  He still had an impressive semi from the Viagra, but he'd need a
few minutes to get back to peak.  He flopped back in his office chair and
held the wastebasket for Sarah while she wiped cum from her daughter's
face.

   He bent down to catch Lucy's eye.  "You were fantastic, Lucy. 
Congratulations."

   Lucy mumbled something that might have been thank you.

   "And you had an orgasm.  Did you know that was going to happen?"

   Lucy shook her head.  She took her glasses back from Sarah, mostly
streak-free, and put them on.

   "It felt good, huh?"

   She nodded.

   "Did you get a surprise when I came in your mouth?"

   Nod.

   "How did it taste?"

   Lucy shrugged.  "I dunno.  Okay, I guess."

   Pete had a middle-schooler suck his dick most days, and for the fifty
percent or so who were good enough to make him finish, he usually came in
their mouth.  Some took it better than others.  In terms of reactions, Lucy
was somewhere in the middle.  In terms of technique though, she'd just
raced right into his top ten along with her Mom.

   Like mother, like daughter.  Most girls don't show so much talent at her
age, but Lucy was a natural born slut.  She was going to swallow a lot of
cum in the next twelve or eighteen months.

   "I know it probably doesn't seem worth it now," he told her, "but when
you suck a boy off like that, you're putting money in the bank."

   "You mean, like getting paid for it?"

   More than you can imagine.  "I meant it figuratively, but yes, boys will
pay a lot for a girl who'll swallow.  What I meant was that after a blow
job like that, a fella feels grateful - like he might want to return the
favor."

   Lucy nodded uncertainly.

   "Do you want another orgasm?"

   "Um..."

   "Punkin?" Sarah leaned around from behind to see Lucy's eyes.  "Dr
Pete's asking if you want him to lick your hoo-ha?"

   A smile stole slowly across her face, and once Lucy had succumbed to it,
she nodded eagerly.

   Kids.  Pete smiled back and shook his head ironically.  They bounce back
so quickly.

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