AUTHOR: Fygero
TITLE: Like Mother, Like Daughter (Mg12,preteen)
PART: 5 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: 6555

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 (5 of 5) 
by Fygero

   Pete let himself in the squeaky garden gate and approached the porch via
a cobbled path lined with rosebushes.  He spied both the brass knocker and
the doorbell early enough to resolve the internal conflict over which to
use.  Obvious choice, really.  Knockers are ornamental.  A doorbell can be
heard even when the family is out the back.

   Bing ... bong.

   The sound did indeed come from deep inside the house.  Pete waited a few
seconds in silence, and for a moment wondered whether he had the date and
time right.  Sarah had sent the invitation via private text, so he'd had to
copy it manually to his calendar.

   Footsteps.  Quiet ones.  Bare feet on hardwood floors.  He detected
shadows moving on the other side of the opaque glass doorframe before he
heard a bolt clunk and a safety chain rattle.

   The door opened a crack on the chain, and a blue eye peeked out from
behind horn-rimmed glasses.

   "Hey, Lucy," Pete said.  "It's me, Dr.  Pete.  Did Mom tell you I was
coming over?"

   The door clunked shut, the chain rattled, and a moment later it was
pulled wide by a beaming Lucy, looking radiant in a blue and white
cheerleader skirt and crop-top, leaving her tummy bare.  "Hi, Dr.  Pete."
Her long hair was done up in some kind of elaborate braid that probably had
a name.

   "Wow, cheerleader.  You made the squad already?"

   Lucy wrinkled her nose.  "Tryouts aren't till next month, but Mom says
I'll get plenty of use out of it even if I get cut."

   Mom shaysh.  Pete smiled and shook his head.  He'd forgotten about the
lisp.  "I wouldn't worry, Sweetie.  Something tells me you won't get cut."
There might be prettier girls in Lucy's middle school, but none as
adorable. With the school taking 10% of what she made on her back, they'd
be mad to cut her, even if she had two left feet.  "Hey, can I come in?"

   Lucy pulled the door wide and stood aside.

   "I love your hair," Pete said, touching it on the way through.

   She shut the door behind him.  "It's a mermaid braid," she said, leading
him down a long central hallway.  "Mom helped."

   "You look beautiful." Pete watched her ass all the way down the hallway,
the flimsy cheerleader skirt flipping left and right, always threatening to
flash her ass, but never actually delivering.  He felt the first stirrings
of a hard-on.

   Lucy led him through a set of double-doors into an open-plan family
area, with a dining table and chairs, a warm TV area surrounded by sofas,
and a modern, white kitchen off to the side.  "Mom, Dr.  Pete's here to
finish off our thing."

   Sarah was in the kitchen, separated from the living area by a breakfast
counter.  "Hi, Dr.  Pete."

   "Just Pete'll do."

   Lucy went to the dining-room side of the counter where she had a little
plastic step set up, bringing her up to a comfortable height to work at the
counter.  She took up a vegetable peeler and resumed work on a half-peeled
potato.

   "You found the place okay?" Sarah asked, opening the obligatory
chitty-chat.  Pete had done a few home-visits like this one.  They were
almost always awkward, being less formal, but things usually loosened up by
the time he got their daughters' panties off.

   "God bless Google Maps," he said, pulling out a straight-backed chair.
He laid his bag on the table and sat a few feet behind Lucy, intending to
enjoy her lovely ass some more.  "I love your house.  Is it just you two?"

   "Lucy's brother Ben is staying with a friend." Sarah gave him a wink. 
"I told him we were watching Frozen."

   Pete laughed, suddenly remembering where he'd seen Lucy's hairstyle
before--not from the movie, but from the countless animations on Pornhub of
Queen Elsa getting her tiny, hairless cunt reamed.

   "Can we, though, Mom?" Lucy ventured.  "Watch a movie?"

   "We've got a guest, Punkin.  I don't think Dr.  Pete came over to watch
Disney."

   "Yeah, but after we've had sex ..."

   Sarah smiled apologetically at Pete, who waved it off.  "No, don't worry
about it," he said.  "That is why I came.  Are you looking forward to it,
Lucy?"

   Lucy looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile that was all braces,
and, he noticed for the first time, lipstick.  "I've been taking the pills,
one in the morn--"

   "Uh-uh-uh!" Pete and Sarah silenced her with stop-sign hands from both
directions.  Lucy's face fell, distraught she'd done something wrong
without knowing what.

   "Sweetie," Pete said, "we don't talk about the pills, not even with your
friends." He zipped his fingers across his lips and threw away the
imaginary key.  Lucy nodded warily and copied the gesture.

   It'd be Sarah's job to discreetly let the johns know that Lucy had a
stent.  Pete had prescribed the pills to Sarah, of course, not Lucy, but he
would also fit the stent - probably later that evening - so it was a flimsy
defense that wouldn't hold up to close inspection in a court.

   "Have you been practicing, Luce?" Pete asked, getting the conversation
back on topic.

   Lucy nodded, turning back to her potato peeling.  "Mom and I have been
doing it after Benji's bedtime.  Just, you know, with our mouths.  Mom
likes when I eat her out." Lucy wiggled her ass proudly, flipping the skirt
and flashing what Pete thought was the curve of her bare buttocks.  Was she
wearing a thong?

   "I bet she does," he said, crossing his legs and stretching the top one
out to lift Lucy's skirt.  "I remember how good at it you were the first
time.  You must be amazing now you've had practice."

   Sarah caught Pete's eye and nodded.  "Amazing, is right.  I've retired
my Magic Wand."

   Pete got his toe under Lucy's skirt and raised it the few inches needed
to see where her legs met, and there it was, her tiny pussy, tucked up high
and tight in her thigh-gap.  She'd already taken off her panties for him,
it seemed, probably when she'd heard him at the door.  Pete was instantly
hard for her.

   "Pete," Sarah went on, "will you stay for supper?"

   Lucy for appetizer, Sarah for dessert--or maybe both together.  "Yeah,
that'd be nice." Pete hadn't taken a Viagra, so a break between courses
would be welcome.

   "I wanted to get your thoughts on a few options for ... you know,
marketing."

   Pete smiled.  It seemed they were on the same page.  With the stent,
Lucy was suddenly premium product.  Even without it, men would still pay a
lot of money for sex with a little cutie, but to feel their cockhead slip
past her cervix, to drop a load directly in her young womb, they'd pay a
fabled king's ransom.  "Don't you plan on going through the school system?"
he replied, making sure of his guess.  "I thought she was trying out for
cheerleaders."

   Sarah wrinkled her nose.  "Mmm, that was the plan, but then ..." She
zippered her lips and rolled her eyes playfully.  "It just seems like a
waste, if you get my meaning."

   "Loud and clear," Pete said.  "Five G's is a big motivator."

   Sarah's eyes bulged.  "Five?"

   Pete laughed.  "That's just the premium on top of the base.  And it goes
up from there if Lucy gets certified to Level-2 or 3."

   Sarah seemed surprised.  He reckoned that once she got Lucy's college
fund loaded up, she might be planning a European vacation to celebrate. 
And maybe a European car to match.  "Good God," she said, taking the peeled
potatoes from Lucy to wash them.  "Where do we find people who can afford
that?"

   "You'd be surprised." Pete stood and moved next to Lucy at the bench,
placing his hand on her ass.  It fit perfectly in just the one hand. 
"Girls like Luce" - he winked, implying `girls with a stent' - "are prized.
And most of them aren't nearly as pretty." He squeezed Lucy's ass and
smiled down at her.  "They'll come find you," he said, directing his
attention back to Sarah.  "Especially if they see her in the cheer squad
but not for sale."

   "Won't the school be suspicious if she's not ... making herself
available?"

   Pete shrugged.  "Not if they're compensated."

   Sarah looked shocked.  "I'm supposed to offer them a bri--"

   "Uh-uh!" Pete held up a hand to silence her - the one not fondling
Lucy's ass.  "Nothing untoward.  You still bank whatever you charge via
their account.  Sticker rate for the first game or two, then when word gets
around and a queue begins to form, you make a silent auction of it.  The
school gets their cut, so they're more than happy.  Then you ask if you can
drop Lucy from the roster but keep your charge-account open.  If they say
yes, you say thank you, wait for the whales to find you, and keep banking
through the school account whatever you make at the game."

   Lucy looked up at Pete.  "Are we talking about having sex for money?"

   Pete smiled.  "Yes, Sweetie." He lifted her skirt and cupped her bare
bottom, the middle finger finding the soft meeting point where her cheeks
curved up into her pussy.

   "I don't really know how to do it yet," Lucy said.  "Does that mean we
won't make as much money?"

   "Not in the slightest," Pete said, shaking his head and trying not to
laugh.  "In fact, most men like a girl who's just learning.  If you're good
at play-acting, you can pretend it's your first time even when it's not."

   That silenced her for the moment, and a look came over her face
suggesting this was her first realization that sex was more multi-layered
than she imagined.  He moved his hand down and stroked her pussy.  She
wasn't wet yet, but she welcomed his touch, rising on her toes, and Pete
figured some fragrant pre-teen musk was probably not far away.

   "And that works?" Sarah asked.

   "What, pretending you're a virgin?  Sure, I mean, you have to--"

   "No, the thing with the school.  Going off-roster and waiting for people
to ask."

   "Not every game.  And especially not at Lucy's price.  She's a unicorn -
pretty, petite, and she's very, very tight.  She's going to be popular
until she hits puberty, and even then, if she stays smooth ..." He teased a
bead of juice from Lucy's cunt, and was using it to spread and separate her
plump pussy lips, greasing her whole slit without touching her clit. 
"Ten's gonna be entry price," he went on.  "You'll need to hunt if you're
looking for proper whales, but you should find a handful of regulars that
Lucy likes, who'll pay for something extra."

   "You mean like a fantasy?" Sarah asked, adjusting the temperature on the
oven.  "Isn't she already the fantasy, though?  The schoolgirl, or the
cheerleader?"

   "Or the kid sister," Pete said, waving his free hand speculatively.  "Or
the daughter." He tickled Lucy's soft opening without penetrating her. 
"Luce, do you think you could pretend a man you were having sex with was
your father?"

   "Daddy, don't," Lucy hissed, sotto voce.  "You're not supposed to be
touching me ..." - she rolled her eyes - "down there."

   Pete and Sarah laughed together, out loud and from the belly.  Lucy was
a natural.  Pete was already hard, but the look of daughterly betrayal in
her eyes when she'd called him out made his dick lurch with desperate want.

   "I saw that on YouTube," she explained, smiling proudly."

   Sarah frowned.  "So, incest fantasies are where it's at, huh?"

   Pete waggled his hand - comme ci comme ça.  "Incest fantasies are just
another variation on a costume," Pete explained.  "Cheerleader, first
communion, school uniform.  Her behavior -reluctant, curious, Lolita -
that's another layer, and so is the relationship.  She can be a lost child
seeking help from a stranger, a daughter, a student - they're all part of
your base offering."

   "Sorry, I don't get it." Sarah drizzled olive oil over the vegetables in
a roasting pan and put them in the oven.  "I thought the fantasies were all
extra."

   Pete worked a fingertip into Lucy's hole, making her gasp and drop to
her elbows on the kitchen counter.  "Proper fantasies are bigger - all
afternoon, or even all night." He stopped fingering for a moment.  "Luce,
what would you think if a man wanted to pretend to be your dad and take you
to the carnival.  You could go on rides and stuff together, eat candy-floss
- you know, normal family stuff."

   Lucy pursed her lips in thought.  "Do we have to have sex at the
carnival?"

   "No, no.  Nothing like that.  But he might want you to sit on his lap on
the Ferris wheel, and if no one was watching, he might touch you a little."
Pete used the hand not in Lucy's pussy to demonstrate, cradling her ribcage
and stroking her breasts.

   "Is that all?" She looked from Pete to Sarah, then back again.  "And I'd
get free candy-floss?"

   "Yes, free candy-floss," Pete said, laughing.  "And you'd get paid. 
"But you'd also have to give him a BJ and have sex when you got home."

   Lucy thought it over.  "And I'd have to call him Daddy and pretend I
didn't want to do it?"

   "Or pretend whatever he asks for," Pete explained.  "Some men like a
Lolita.  Do you know what that is?"

   Lucy shook her head.

   "It's when he pretends he doesn't want to, and you have to talk him into
it."

   Lucy bit her lip, suppressing a smile.  "Like by forgetting my panties
and letting him see up my skirt?"

   Pete had a moment of realization.  The cheerleader skirt, Lucy standing
up on the plastic step - he'd been played by a twelve-year-old.  Sure, he'd
come with the intention of molesting her anyway, but in truth, the finger
in her pussy wasn't his doing, it was hers.

   Sarah came to the counter opposite Lucy and held both her hands.  "So
the more elaborate the fantasy, the more ... valuable?  If it was a Mommy
and Daddy thing, like a family outing ..."

   "Exactly what I'm talking about," Pete said, fucking Lucy deeper,
working his knuckle through her opening.

   Lucy moaned and sank lower on the counter, and Sarah pulled her arms
straight, stretching her out like on a spanking horse.  The idea of Lucy's
mother holding her down for him - while they were talking about child-sex
fantasies, no less - was erotic beyond even his experience.

   Pete tried to keep his mind on the conversation.  "I know your son is
young, but if you did a whole family outing with a client, like the
carnival, or better, to the beach or a water-slide park ..." He conjured a
mental image of Lucy in a little bikini, perched in his lap to go down a
water slide and squealing all the way.

   Lucy's moans were coming louder.  She arched and angled her hips,
inviting Pete's finger deeper.  He went all the way to the webbing and then
worked on getting a second one in - a task more easily imagined than
achieved.

   "I like the idea of being involved," Sarah said.  "Not just to keep an
eye on her, but now we've been practicing together, I think it'd be fun to
share her with a man."

   Pete knew a cue when he heard one.  He pulled his fingers out of Lucy
with a slurp and quickly stripped, while on her side of the bench, Sarah
pulled over a gas-lift stool and adjusted it to counter-height.  She sat
and lifted her dress to reveal she too was panties-free, and shimmied her
ass closer to bring her pussy beneath Lucy's mouth.

   "Eat me, Punkin," she said, grapping Lucy's arms and hauling her closer.
"Just like we practiced." Lucy, up on her toes now on the plastic step,
dipped her tongue into her mother's tight seam, making her gasp.  "Mmm,
there's Mommy's good girl." She bit her lip and let a shudder take her
body. "What would this be worth?" she asked Pete, releasing Lucy's arms and
lacing her fingers through the girl's hair, guiding her tongue to her clit.
"The two of us together?"

   Pete stroked Lucy's pussy again.  He wasn't yet ready to fuck her until
he'd exhausted the possibilities of this unexpected situation.  "Basic
extras usually go around $250 each.  Like kissing, using his fingers and
mouth on her, having a parent watch."

   "Watch?" Sarah cried out probably louder than she'd intended when her
clit disappeared between Lucy's sucking lips.

   Pete laughed.  "It's semantic, I know.  But it's not worth as much as
you'd imagine.  The kind of men who want Lucy ..." He shrugged, not wanting
to say, `don't like them older than fourteen.' "The premium extras," he
went on, tickling Lucy's clit and making her squirm, "are all for letting
him go further."

   Sarah raised her chin, silently asking the obvious question.

   "You know, ropes and stuff ..."

   Sarah sniffed.  "That needs a Level-3 certification, doesn't it?"

   "Soft restraints are only Level-2.  I'd be happy to take her through
it," Pete said.  "We can try it out tonight if you like - start out with
you holding her down ...?"

   Sarah looked like she was thinking it over, but she didn't seem
convinced.  She sank lower in the bar stool.  "Go deeper, Punkin," she said
in a soft voice.

   "Or toys?" Pete suggested.  "Spanking?  They're both Level-1.  Popular
with the daughter kink, too.  I brought a little plug if you want to try."
He fished in his bag and found a slender blue anal-plug, just wide enough
to accommodate a AAA battery.

   "Lucy?" Sarah asked, stroking her hair.  "Dr.  Pete wants to know if
it's okay to smack your bottom."

   "Hmmph?" Even with a mouthful of pussy, Lucy's shock was apparent.

   "He won't do it hard, Sweetie."

   Pete lifted her skirt and gave her a little smack, aiming it low and
over her pussy.

   Lucy moaned and plunged deeper into Sarah's folds.

   "I think that's a yes," Sarah said.

   Pete slid the little toy in and out of Lucy's cunt, greasing it up with
her own nectar, and smearing some more Lucy-juice around her ass with his
finger.  "This is going to feel nice inside you," he said, pressing the
tapered tip to her puckered hole.  "Try to relax, okay?"

   Lucy's moans became louder and more plaintive as he pressed harder, and
as he squeezed the tip inside, she broke contact with Sarah's cunt and
cried out, grabbing on tight to the counter.

   "That's it, Sweetie," Pete said, pressing it gently home until her
sphincter squeezed tight around the narrow neck, and the nickel-sized base
sat flush against her skin.  He tapped the end to start it up on Slow, just
a low, background vibration.

   Lucy came up for breath.  "Mommy," she said excitedly.  "It's buzzing
inside me."

   "I know, Punkin.  Does it feel nice?"

   Lucy thought about that for a moment and nodded.

   "Are we going to let Dr.  Pete spank you, now?"

   Lucy nodded again.  She was panting.

   "Good girl." Sarah passed the nod on to Pete.

   Pete raised her skirt up over her lower back and gave her another soft
smack.  He used his whole palm, spreading the blow over both buttocks,
rubbing her there and deliberately grazing her pussy.  Lucy moaned into
Sarah's cunt, and Pete felt a fresh wellspring of hot juice wet his
fingers. He spread it round, mauling her puffy lips and diddling her clit.

   "Smack her again," Sarah demanded.

   "Mmm!" Lucy complained, her mouth full of pussy.  The look of ecstasy on
Sarah's face suggested she was receiving a hummer directly on her clit.

   Pete smacked Lucy again, a little harder than the last one, raising a
pink glow on her cheeks.  This time when she cried out, Sarah cried with
her, "Yes, Punkin!  Oh my God!"

   Pete rubbed her ass and fingered her pussy hole, in and out, round and
round, making her legs quiver.  "Have you been a naughty girl, Lucy?"

   "Mm-mmm!" The denial was automatic.

   "She has," Sarah panted.  "She was wearing panties before you arrived."

   "Mmmm!"

   "Lucy, really?  Did you take them off to try and tease me?"

   "Mm-mmm!"

   Pete landed another smack, much louder than it would have been painful.
He held his hand against her ass while she squealed her pain and
excitement, letting the warmth of his touch stimulate her now-sensitive
flesh.  He stroked his cock, gliding the tip through her wet cunt lips,
adding his own pre-cum to the slick cocktail of juices weeping steadily
from her hole.

   Lucy pushed back onto his dick, and he let it slip inside.  Just the
tip. She felt every bit as magical as he remembered - tight and wickedly
hot.  It was all he could do not to just shove the rest in.

   "Lucy?  Answer me, Sweetie.  Did you take your panties off to tease me?
Be honest, or I'll have to smack your bottom again."

   "Mmmm!"

   Her mother held her fast, fingers twined in her blond hair, never
letting her up for air.  "She hid them under the cushion," Sarah said,
indicating the chair Pete had been sitting on.

   Pete flipped over the cushion and found them - a flimsy scrap of simple
white cotton with a pink Hello Kitty embroidered on the front.  "Lucy, I'm
very disappointed in you.  I think I'm going to keep these, now." He found
a leg hole and looped it twice around his cock, sliding it all the way down
and over his balls till it nested in his pubes.

   Little-girl panties wrapped around his cock.  Oh my God.  Pete's balls
boiled.  He knew what was coming - Lucy's cervix, soft enough now to
penetrate and let him drive all the way into her core.

   He rubbed her bottom again, letting her anticipate what was about to
happen.

   Lucy whined pitifully but never left off licking her mother's pussy.

   "I'll tell you what, Luce, make Mommy come, and we'll forget all about
your punishment."

   "Mmm-hmmm."

   That sounded like a yes.  Pete wound up and gave her three more.  Smack!
Smack!  Smack!  The squeals and snorts came.  Lucy, gasping for air in
Sarah's cunt and expelling it just as quickly with cries of rapture and
outrage, utterly immersed in the unanticipated bad-girl fantasy.

   Sarah arched, eyes shut.  She was right on the brink.

   Pete slid two fingers into Lucy and fucked her hard and fast.  No more
gently-gently; he plunged her tiny cunt, plowing right into the webbing,
diddling her clit with his ring finger at the bottom of each stroke.

   Lucy lost control, crying and shaking, struggling to regain her balance
on the plastic step so she could drive back against Pete's hand.

   Sarah tipped back her head, gasping and moaning.  "Yes, baby!  Mommy's
coming." She bucked her cunt into Lucy's sucking, slurping lips.  Her
thighs shook, and with a long, low wail, she came all over her daughter's
face.

   Lucy wasn't far behind.  Finally free of her pussy-munching obligations,
she turned her head in Sarah's lap, whimpering and moaning in time with the
pounding fingers in her cunt.  Pete touched the toy in her ass, raising the
speed and eliciting a surprised, `Oh!  Oh!' from Lucy, whose hips pumped
madly in a furious imitation of the fucking motion.

   "Come on, gorgeous," Pete said.  "Your turn." He got down on his knees
and plunged his tongue in to Lucy's center, licking her succulent lips,
slurping her tiny, pink clit.

   "M-o-o-o-m-m-y-y-y!" Lucy cried as Pete ground the length of her slit
with his nose.

   "I know, Punkin.  Let it go, sweetheart.  Make it snow."

   Perhaps Lucy had a Queen Elsa fantasy, too, because her mom's Frozen
reference tipped her over the edge.  With a shudder and a long, quavering
moan, she came, her squeaky, pre-pubescent voice tracking the three, no,
four glorious peaks of her climax.

   Pete licked her out thoroughly as she crested the final summit, swirling
his tongue around and beneath her clitoral hood, munching her soft lips,
finding and drilling her little hole until he'd slurped up every drop of
her sweet, little-girl musk.

   "That's it, Punkin." Sarah's voice.  "Ride it out."

   Pete retreated as she came down, nuzzling her opening, kissing and
laving her plump, pink lips with his tongue.  "Did you like that, Luce?" he
asked, standing and patting her ass.  He touched the toy in her asshole
twice more, switching it off.

   "Mmm-hmm." Lucy remained flat-out, bent over the counter with her head
in her mother's lap.

* * * *

   "Come on, Punkin," Sarah said, stroking Lucy's mermaid braid.  "Let's go
to the bedroom and Dr.  Pete can finish off your certification."

   Pete caught her eye.  "Actually, she's perfect just the way she is.  He
stroked his cock using her twisted panties, touching the tip between her
legs and milking pre-cum into her slit.

   "Sweetheart?"

   "Mmmm?" Lucy's voice was drunk and sleepy.  Her eyes fluttered and then
closed again.

   Sarah spoke softly.  "Do you want Dr.  Pete to do you bent over the
counter?  It'll be just like Mommy back in his office."

   Pete didn't care.  He wanted her now.  "Lucy, reach back for me,
Sweetie, and spread your cheeks."

   Lucy did as he asked, straight arms, fingers in her thigh-gap, spreading
herself down there and peeling open her puffy lips.  It exposed her clit
and the closed eye of her entrance.  A fresh trickle of juice leaked out
and ran down her thigh.

   Pete lined up his dick, the crown bulging twice the size of Lucy's tiny
hole.  He slotted it between her lips and found the soft, yielding
depression of her vestibule.  Lucy gave a little moan, wriggling her hips
to help him get it seated.  Jesus Christ, Pete was falling in love.  This
tiny, blond angel just wanted him inside her.  With all the lovely,
pre-teen girls he'd fucked, he didn't think he'd ever encountered one this
hot - this hungry for cock.  He lifted her braid and ran it through his
fingers.

   "Are you ready, Queen Elsa?" Pete asked.  Lucy lay with her head to the
side, and he could see the smile curling at her lips.  The blond Disney
Princess was exactly who she was channeling when she did her hair.  "Do you
know the words to the song?"

   A bigger smile, this time.

   Sarah rolled her eyes.  "Oh, brother.  Here we go."

   "Hey Google," Lucy giggled.  "Play Let It Go."

   Google was every bit as ready to please as Pete was.  In a trice, it had
queued up the warm mezzo-soprano snow queen, ably accompanied by Lucy's
sweet child-soprano.



The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen



   Pete pushed, slowly stretching her untrained hole to take his big
cockhead, watching her tiny lips spread under the mounting pressure.  On
the second bar of the song, her entrance yielded; the blind eye peeped open
and Pete eased his thick tool inside.

   Lucy kept singing, a crack in her voice the only concession to the slab
of meat now splitting her young, hairless peach.



A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen



   Pete moved his cock in and out.  Two, three inches at most, pulling back
and letting Lucy's elastic opening almost squeeze him out, and then pushing
back inside, stretching her all over again, as if for the first time.  She
was smooth as silk, warm as melted butter -wet and tight beyond his wildest
imagining.  Sweet pussy-musk glistened off his shaft and trickled down to
his balls.



The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried



   With the rising tempo of the song, Pete ventured deeper, sinking nearly
half his dick in the gorgeous twelve-year-old.  Lucy grew short of breath,
panting out her lines.



Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be



   "Yes.  Good girl," Pete breathed, gripping her girlish hips, fucking her
a little faster, a little harder.  He found her depth, filling her utterly
with barely half his manhood, however this time her cervix was a spongy pad
beneath his cockhead, softened and dilated with the hormones she'd been
taking.

   Lucy's voice dropped, either sensing what was coming next, or perhaps
forewarned by Sarah.



Conceal, don't feel
don't let them know



   Pete nuzzled his cock against the gateway to her womb--



Well, now they know



   --probing, shifting his angle, finally finding the opening.  Pressing,
stretching her most intimate hole.



Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore



   Suddenly, the resistance was gone, and Pete sank deep into heavenly,
silken warmth.  He gazed down, disbelieving, as inch after inch of rearing
meat disappeared into her tiny, straining cunt hole.



Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door



   How?  Jesus Christ, he held her tiny ass in his hands, for fuck's sake.
She was a Barbie doll - a pixie.  She wasn't big enough to take so much
dick.



I don't care
what they're going to say
Let the storm rage on



   And then, incredibly, he was there.  Balls-deep in a twelve-year-old,
her little hole convulsing around his thick root, squeezing, milking
pre-cum down his length and into her hot womb.

   Lucy, what a gorgeous, pedo's delight.  Slim and lovely, skirt raised,
bent over the counter and taken from behind, with her own Hello Kitty
panties twisted around her molester's cock.  Like a trooper, she gasped out
the last line of the chorus.



The cold never bothered me anyway



   Sarah stroked her hair.  "Punkin, are you okay?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "How does it feel?"

   "Full," Lucy whispered.  She wriggled her ass, unsuccessfully, for the
most part, because the lower half of her torso was skewered all the way to
the belly-button.  "I can't move, Mommy."

   "You don't need to, sweetheart.  Just hold on tight to the counter and
let Pete fuck you."

   "Mommy!"

   Sarah laughed.  "What?  It's not a swear word when you're doing it."

   Lucy reached back again, spreading her cheeks, easing the strain on her
overstuffed holes, for the plug was still in her ass.  "It feels so
naughty."

   "Saying fuck?"

   Lucy shook her head.  She whispered to Sarah, "Dr.  Pete put something
in my ass.  When I squeeze, it feels like I'm going to come again."

   "Do you want to switch it back on?" Pete offered.  He'd been listening
patiently, welcoming the opportunity to settle the turmoil in his balls. 
"Just touch the end."

   Lucy looked up hopefully.  "Mommy?"

   "Of course you can, Punkin.  You do what feels nice."

   Lucy stole a shy glance back at Pete, a big grin lighting up her young
features.  She reached between her ass cheeks and touched the base of the
plug - "Mmmm" - bringing it to life on Slow, with a low, buzzing vibration.
Everything down there was so tight, so packed full with flesh and latex, it
set Lucy's insides aquiver, massaging Pete's cock as if from her magical
cunt itself.

   "Lucy, are you ready?" Pete certainly was.  It was time to complete her
education - the serious business, the reason Sarah had brought her into the
clinic.  Yes, Sex Prep was about learning to let men fondle her tits and
touch her pussy.  For some girls, that was as far as it went.  For the ones
who wanted to go professional, though, they needed to be certified by a
professional.  As part of his service, Pete would let them suck his cock,
he'd come in their mouth or on their face, and he'd use his tongue to show
them how to achieve orgasm, but those were only extras.  They qualified the
girls for nothing.  His primary service was making sure their tight,
twelve-year-old cunts could take a cock.  He was paid, in other words, to
teach little girls how to spread their legs and take a long, vigorous
fucking.

   It was why Lucy's certificate was still in his bag, unsigned.  Because
it wasn't enough to let a man put his thing inside you - she'd done that in
the clinic.  Now she had to bend over and take it all like a grown woman.
Willingly, and under adult supervision, she had to let a man invade her
little fuck-hole and pound her till he came.

   "Lucy?" Sarah said, stroking her cheek.  "If you're not ready,
sweetheart, you don't have to."

   Lucy reached back and touched the toy up to Medium.  Gripping the
counter with both hands, she looked over her shoulder and offered Pete a
determined face.  "No, I'm ready."

   Sarah sighed.  "That's my girl."

   Pete stroked his hands up her sides, and sliding beneath the crop-top,
he fingered the budding nubs that were her boobs.  "You're going to be
fine, Luce," he said.  "But if you want me to stop, you just say."

   Lucy nodded.

   Squeezing her tits, Pete eased his cock out of her womb and then slowly
fucked her there, stretching and desensitizing that delicate gateway with
his slick knob.  He'd insert the stent later, a permanent collar to hold
her cervix open, but for now he'd train her on his cock, taking her young
womb over and over until it was supple and open.

   Lovely, hot, pre-teen cunt enveloped his cock, sucking, distending,
clinging to his shaft with every stroke.  He went deep again, burying the
entire eight inches and making Lucy moan.  "Squeeze me, Sweetie," he said,
screwing it in tight.

   Lucy arched, trying to find her secret muscles.  Pete pumped his dick,
making it swell, and the next time she arched, her womb contracted and
clamped down on his cock, wringing pre-cum from his burning knob.

   "That's perfect, Luce.  Good girl." He grabbed her panties, still
wrapped around his dick, and with both hands, tore them apart, letting him
drill her deeper still.  He leaned into his work, rising up on his toes and
using his weight to plow Lucy hard, slapping her ass with his pubis and
mashing her into the counter.

   Lucy cried out.  "Ugh!  Ugh!  Yes!  Yes!" Pete pinched her nipples and
made her squeal.  She flopped like a landed fish, writhing on his cock,
squirming and trembling and squeezing his shaft.

   Sarah pried her hands from the counter and handed them to Pete. 
"Level-2?" she mouthed, signaling to Pete she wanted Lucy Light-Bondage
certified.

   Pete twisted them behind her back, holding both wrists in one hand and
riding her like a cowboy.  Hard and fast, he got down low and fucked
upwards into her cunt, drilling her, lifting her onto her toes with
powerful blows that rang out in the kitchen.

   Lucy climaxed again.  Her feet came off the step and she floundered on
the counter, held in place by Pete's restraining hand on her back and his
fat cock skewering her tiny, rosebud pussy.  Wailing, clenching her thighs,
she trembled through two separate peaks before he released her wrists and
instead grabbed her hips.

   His swollen cockhead passed effortlessly now from her clinging vagina to
deep in her womb.  Harder and harder, with long, full thrusts, he punished
her tight cunt and slapped his big, swinging balls into her mound.

   Not much longer.  By any measure, Lucy had passed levels 1 and 2.  She
was pre-teen royalty - a sweet little virgin snow-queen, ripe for any man's
plucking ... if the price was right.  For Pete, of course, the price was
free.  Lucy had spread her legs and sucked his cock, all for the privilege
of becoming a fantasy, twelve-year-old fuck-slut for cashed-up fathers who
couldn't or wouldn't fuck their own daughters.

   Pete grabbed one leg and lifted it high, scissoring his crotch into
Lucy's, driving his fat dick so deep, he could feel her supple cunt lips
lapping at his swollen balls.  He fingered the toy in her ass, taking it up
to Max, it's buzzing intensity ringing out in the kitchen like an angry
beehive, even over the sound of Lucy's plaintive wails, begging him to
"Come!  Please, come!"

   It was all the permission Pete's balls needed.  A tickle down low in his
sack became a tingle, and in a few pounding strokes - whap-whap-whap - it
became an undeniable pressure, the point of no return.  The snowball
started rolling, picking up speed, building in size.  His cock burned,
every inch lovingly caressed by Lucy's succulent, warm insides.

   He strained against the release, desperately building up his load,
wanting Lucy to feel him explode in her core.

   Ten more strokes!  If he could last ten more strokes ...

   Nine-eight-seven-six ... They came so fast, and yet the sweet heat and
pressure threatening to burst his balls made it seem a lifetime.

   Three-two-one ... And he released.  His vision went grey and his eyes
rolled back.  Pressure flooded from his balls into his cock.  For one
heartbeat, two, there was nothing, then ...

   Bliss.

   Thick, hot gouts of cum exploded from his cock, in an instant painting
Lucy's innards white and flooding her womb.  Long, burning ropes burst
forth inside her, seeding her tiny cunt for the first time.  He raised her
leg high and scissoring up from underneath, somehow squeezed his dick
deeper, lifting her by the pussy till her supporting leg kicked uselessly
over the step.  Four spurts of rich, creamy jizz.  Five, six, injected
straight into her hungry core.  Even when he thought he was done, his cock
kept spasming, draining his balls dry, and a few last lazy wads of spunk
seeped from his cockhead and deposited deep in Lucy's flooded purse.

   Lucy was gasping.  "Off.  Turn it off."

   Pete thumbed the ass-toy off but left it inside her.  He wasn't done
yet. He'd use it on her again, maybe diddle her beneath the table during
supper and tease her to a reluctant orgasm.  Or, if he was lucky, she'd
take it out and let him fuck her in the ass.

   So many possibilities.

   Pete slid his softening cock slowly free.  He helped Lucy regain her
balance and step down to the floor on wobbly knees.  "Are you okay,
Sweetie?"

   Lucy nodded, looking down between her legs where a thick rope of cum
hung from her hairless seam.  Sarah offered a box of Kleenex.  Pete plucked
a few and kneeled before Lucy, wiping carefully around and between her
pussy lips, cleaning her up.

   "Luce," he said, looking up and smiling.  "Pass my bag, will you?"

   Lucy handed it down from the table, and Pete fetched a soft, leather
strap-on harness and snapped a thick, eight-inch dildo into the internal
mount.

   "This'll keep your cervix open," he said, working the fat, latex cock
into her hole.  He fucked it slowly back and forth, found her cervical
opening, and slid the entire shaft inside.  "Hold this for me," he
requested, cupping the leather harness to her lips.

   Lucy held it in while he buckled up the straps.  "What's this thing on
the front?" she asked, indicating the ring and loosened straps for
attaching an external dildo.

   Rather than explaining, Pete showed her, picking out a studded, purple
cock which he snapped into the mount.

   "Oh!" Lucy exclaimed, gripping her new cock and waggling it up and down.
"Wow.  What's it for?"

   Sarah came around from the kitchen, smiling broadly.  "Sit down on that
chair, Punkin, and I'll show you."

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   That's all, readers.  I might reprise this universe when Lucy goes for
Level-3 certification, but for now, Like Mother, Like Daughter is done.  If
you were one of the patient souls reading along chapter by chapter, thanks
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