AUTHOR: Fygero TITLE: Like Mother, Like Daughter (Mg12,preteen) PART: 3 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: 1704 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 (3 of 5) by Fygero "Hop up on the table, Luce," Dr Pete said. "Pop your feet in the stirrups, just like Mom did." Pete pushed the stirrups close together so that Lucy wouldn't have to stretch. She clambered up via the step, her school dress sliding up one cocked leg and offering Pete a tantalizing flash of the plump crease where her thighs met. She settled into the seat with her feet up, still in her white socks and sandals. Her lips pulled back in a nervous smile that threatened to collapse with every breath. Pete rolled his office chair up close to her knees, which were still pink and dimpled from kneeling on the carpet to suck his dick. "Are you nervous?" She nodded, cutting her eyes across to Sarah. "You want Mom to hold your hand?" Sarah didn't wait for the answer - she just moved in close to Lucy's shoulder and clutched her daughter's hand in both hers. "You're going to be fine, Punkin. Dr Pete's going to be really gentle, right Dr Pete?" Pete winked at Lucy. "You bet." He wound the Velcro ties around Lucy's ankles to hold her feet in the stirrups, and swallowing back his own nerves, he cranked them apart. Lucy allowed her feet to part but kept her knees together, her breath coming in a ragged whistle now as she was quickly coming to realize what it meant to open her legs for a man. Her school dress was still smoothed down over her thighs and Lucy probably thought her modesty was intact, but from Pete's angle, he had the perfect view between her ankles at the lovely clamshell of her pussy, tucked primly between a pair of slender girlish thighs. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. Pete's cock gave a small jerk of approval. Lucy's slit still glistened from her mother's earlier ministrations. Had Sarah fingered her? Or had she just rubbed her clit? Pete hoped it was the latter. He wanted to watch Lucy's eyes the first time he squeezed a finger through her entrance. She probably knew girls had a hole down there, (probably - more like certainly) but in Pete's experience, girls Lucy's age never really understood the reality of it until someone showed them. More than anything else in this job, Pete loved being that someone. Coming up from underneath, he stroked Lucy's silky cunt lips for the first time, making her jump. Her hem slid into her lap and her thighs parted - almost involuntarily it seemed - before snapping closed again. "Punkin," Sarah said softly in her ear. "You have to open up if you want Dr Pete to lick you down there." Lucy shot her a worried look. "It's embarrassing," she whispered desperately. "Mine doesn't look like yours, Mommy." "They all look different, Sweetie." "But ... what if ...?" "What if, what?" Sarah asked, her voice still an indulgent whisper. Lucy writhed, clearly reluctant to give voice to her worries. "What if he doesn't like it?" she whispered. "Oh, Sweetie," Sarah said, knitting her eyebrows. "I don't think that's very likely." Pete placed his hands on Lucy's knees, offering a token pressure to let her know which direction they would be going. "Lucy?" He gave her a friendly smile. "It's going to be fine, I promise." Lucy relaxed her thighs and let Pete draw them apart. Oh, fucking hell. This is what heaven looks like. She was ... There was no other word for it - Lucy was perfect. As she spread her legs, her pussy resolved into a single tight crease, separate and distinct from the slim globes of her ass. It was tiny, barely a couple of inches from top to bottom and sitting open like an expectant lover's kiss. Her delicate inner lips glowed a deep pink, glistening with her own juices. Pete swallowed. The poor girl looked beyond horny. She didn't need tongue - she was open and ripe, ready for business. Pete wondered whether she'd mind if he gave her a little cock first. Just the tip. Maybe a few inches. He closed his eyes and had a vision - so strong it was virtually a premonition. It was Lucy coming with his dick inside her, her heaving cunt clutched tight around his shaft while she trembled through the throes of a powerful climax. That never happened. Very small girls needed a patient teacher to help bring them to climax on a cock , but Lucy might be different. He'd never seen a girl so obviously gagging for it. Lucy sniffed. "Dr Pete? Is it okay?" Pete swallowed hard again. "It's perfect, Luce. I was just admiring it. You've got a very pretty pussy." "Really?" That seemed like the very last thing she'd expected to hear. "I was trying to think when I'd seen one so pretty, and you know what?" "What?" She stifled a flattered giggle. "Yours is the prettiest." The giggle found its way out this time. She waggled her bottom, teasing Pete mercilessly with a wink of her pussy lips. "You're just saying that." He leaned closer. "Can I kiss you?" "Um? On my li--?" "On your pussy. Can I kiss you down here between your legs?" Lucy's breath whistled through her nose. Her voice came in a whisper. "Uh-huh." Pete leaned in and kissed her softly, down low over the top of her opening. He finished it with a smack of his lips, knowing she'd feel the vibrations through her clit. Lucy wriggled again in her seat, chasing Pete's touch as he withdrew. "Was that nice?" "Yes-s-s." Lucy sighed out the sibilant. "Can you do it again?" Never one to disappoint, Pete kissed over her parted entrance again, not so slowly this time. He grazed across her hairless lips and showered her pussy with tiny kisses until he reached her clit, where he held for a long moment before touching her there - flick, flick - with the tip of his tongue. Lucy grunted, deep in her chest, and she arched upward. Her open lapels fell away from her breasts and a tremor swept her thin frame. "Please," she whispered. The naked lust in her voice was the sweetest aphrodisiac. Pete stroked his palm over her smooth mound. His fingers cavorted upwards, dancing over her flat tummy, finding her navel and circling there. "That tickles," Lucy whispered. She didn't stop him though. He swept his hand higher and brought the other one into play as well, slipping through the narrow waist of her school dress and over the budding plums of her breasts. Lucy's nipples peaked beneath his fingers. He pinched them, unleashing a rolling wave of goosebumps across her thin chest. "Dr Pete," Lucy purred. "Please. My pussy..." Sarah swept back a lock of Lucy's blond hair. "It feels better when you take it slow, Punkin." Lucy looked up at her mom with pleading eyes. "I think I'm going to come again, Mom." "Just go with it, Sweetie. Let yourself go. Lots of girls have two in a row." Pete placed his open mouth over Lucy's pussy and slowly licked the length of her swollen labia, sucking the virgin girl-flesh into his mouth and lashing it all over with long, wet swipes of his tongue. Lucy's moan was a low, keening wail of potent need. He delved between her lips, raising her pitch an octave. Leaving her clit alone for the moment, he swept the tip over her tiny entrance, applying enough pressure to stretch but not to penetrate. Her unbroken hymen was like a drum, taut and firm beneath his tongue, just a crescent of opportunity that pulled her young canal tight without hindering gentle exploration. Pete was just such a gentle explorer - he would pleasure her with fingers and tongue, and then when she was ready, he'd follow it up with the something larger. He couldn't wait to be her first. Almost literally. He'd come only a few minutes earlier, but the exquisite throb in his balls reminded him of his own first time, an honor he'd shared with his fourteen-year-old cousin in a tent in his aunt's backyard. He ate Lucy like an apple, in long cunt-munching bites, pressing his lips deep between hers and slurping up her juices as they ran down his chin. Lucy wound her fingers through his hair and guided him, having him lap at her opening and nuzzle her rigid love-button with his nose. "Harder," she pleaded - it came out little more than a squeak. Pete mauled her soft, wanton pussy, peeling back her succulent girl-flesh to ravish the clinging virgin purse at her center. He tasted the acrid tang of her lust as fresh, pre-teen jizz spilled from her cunt, making a slick passage for the cock her ripe young body so desperately craved. "Oh! Oh! Yes!" Watching her angelic, pre-orgasmic face, Pete worked the tip of his finger into her glistening hole and stroked the knob of his first knuckle past the clutching crescent of her cherry. Lucy's eyes shot open and her thighs clamped shut around his ears. "Oh jeepers! You're in my... Ohmygo--" Pete slid past the knuckle, driving a squeal from her chest. Pulling against the clinging suction, he withdrew, then slid smoothly back inside, squeezing the second knuckle beyond that tightest barrier to earn himself another lustful cry. "Y-y-yes." Lucy's lips stretched tight across her teeth. Going for broke, Pete slurped up her clit and attacked it with his tongue. Driving deep into her cunt, he stroked her slick innards with his fingertip until she found her secret muscles and squeezed them around him. When he found her G-spot, Lucy cried and bucked, but the stirrups held her fast. Pete abandoned her breast to shove her legs open, hauling back mercilessly on the stirrups with a whir of metal ratchets until she was spread and helpless. Lucy's breath caught. Splayed and utterly vulnerable, she thrust her slender pre-teen body onto Pete's fingers and tongue, and then with an ululating cry of release, she finally tripped over the crest and climaxed. Her flat chest shuddered through the release and her cunt sucked down on Pete's finger like a wet glove, and then, with a surprised squeal, her first spray of girl-jizz shot forth and trickled down Pete's chin. * * * * fygero@protonmail.com (2018) POSTSCIPT: Readers, there's much more to this, however I don't have it all written yet. If you'd like notification as new parts arrive on ASSTR, drop me an email.