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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
CAPTIVE COCK
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Chapter Two
Greg found himself in a medical building, in one of the rooms
upstairs, and heÕd agreed to undress and he was now sitting, wrapped in
just a towel, on the edge of a gynecological table. TabithaÕs dad was a
doctor. He apparently was going to be her first patient. Greg mused over
the girlÕs name. Tabitha. That was an excellent name for the damn little
brunette. She was indeed like something straight out of Bewitched. And
the blonde wasnÕt badly named either. Gwen. Her name reminded him of
the good witch in the wizard of Oz, although he couldnÕt remember exactly
if that indeed had been the witchÕs name. Sugar and Spice would have been
good names too, Greg mused, straight out of Batman Forever, one girl good,
the other bad, one naughty, the other nice.
The nice one appeared first. She walked into the examining room
wearing just her bra and her too-short schoolgirlÕs dress, plus her bobby
socks and shoes. She had barrettes in her hair and she had pinned on a
nurseÕs cap. She was holding a tablet, but Greg doubted that putting his
name on it for her would get him out of the jam he now found himself in.
His cock was too stiff for that. It was sticking up from between his legs
and jutting into his towel, lifting it, showing itself despite his attempts
to keep himself modest in front of these girls.
ÒIs this topless day at the doctorÕs offic?Ó Greg asked wryly. He
was in the clutches of these vixens now and he figured he may as well try
to have a sense of humor about his situation. If anybody found him with
them, it would be curtains for him. Off the playing field and into the
prison yard. The building was stuffed with people. HeÕd gotten an odd look
coming in, not because of his football uniform (players did get injured
sometimes) but because his two companions were so young. Catholic
schoolgirls werenÕt usually the sorts of people who accompanied a
football player with a torn tendon to the hospital.
Yet now, tucked away in the middle of the building, in a suite of
offices TabithaÕs dad leased, they were safe, for the moment. Her dad had
gone to a medical conference and, rather than pay his staff to loaf while
he was gone, he closed the place. Greg wondered what heÕd think if he
knew his daughter had reopened it, with herself and her friend as the
nurses.
ÒHmmm, and what seems to be ailing you today, Sir?Ó Gwen asked
Greg. Then she eyed his stiff cock prodding at the underside of his towel.
ÒOh, I see. Cockitis. Yes, thatÕs a terrible affliction in young men.Ó The
girl began writing on her pad. Greg watched her hand move fluidly across
the pad. Her breasts, captive in her bra, but with much of her tit flesh
showing, for the cups seemed to have been outgrown by them, jiggled.
Greg looked at her belly where sheÕd asked him to write his name with his
sperm. He wondered if the panties she wore underneath her short skirt
were white like her bra was.
Tabitha entered the room. She had removed her blouse too, and wore
a slinky black bra that obviously had come from a lingerie store. It hadnÕt
been outgrown. There was hardly anthing to outgrow. It barely contained
TabbyÕs tits and it was made of a soft chiffon thru which Greg could see
her pink nipples. Tabby had tied her hair back in a pony tail. As she
padded into the room, her heels clicking, her hair flouncily bouncing in a
tail in back of her, her chest juddered with eye-popping appeal.
Suddenly, with a sinking feeling, Greg realized both girls were
virgins. Only virgins would put on this kind of an elaborate show. They
were hiding their fear of sex, disguising it behind tales of cock torture
and wicked little-girl plans to open up DaddyÕs medical suite and trap a
big football player in it.
And heÕd fallen for it. These two knew no more about real sex than
some nerd who jacked off to Mayfair and posted on alt.sex.stories.
ÒCockitis?Ó What kind of ÔafflictionÕ was that? But he had to hand it to
them, these two cherry bombs were creative. Look at them! Both in
nurses caps, both with stethescopes dangling down between their boobs.
But what heÕd figured would be a quick fuck with two experienced girls
was rapidly turning into some kind of weird game, with himself and his
dick at the center of it.
Greg cleared his throat. He didnÕt really want to get any deeper into
the shit with these girls. At first heÕd been sure they were virgins, and
tried to shoo them away. Then heÕd decided, what with cable T.V. and MTV
and all, they were probably not virgins, and just wanted a quick poke, and
what the Hell, better him than some rival of his. He didnÕt go in for little
girls at all but he didnÕt want some dude entertaining these two while
they smirked at him, from a distance, letting him know heÕd let such a
luscious pair get away and now he could never have them. He figured,
Ôokay, fuck them. then I can say IÕve had them. IÕll see them with some
other guy, maybe, but so what? IÕve done them already. Or, probably, when
I get done fucking them, theyÕll be so blown away that theyÕll go back
wherever they came from and I wonÕt need to think about them anymore.Õ
But now Greg realized both these girls were total cherries and the
idea of quickly dropping their dresses and plying his rod with their hands
and getting him up inside themselves was something they werenÕt familiar
with. The ÔGas Up and GoÕ strategy wasnÕt going to work here. Both of
them were probably a little scared of the thought of getting laid and so
they were going to draw the whole thing out, and tease him, and maybe
heÕd never get anything from them, maybe theyÕd just torture his cock, like
Tabitha said they would, and then leave him lying here, to be found by the
cleaning lady.
Greg swallowed hard. He resolved to speak up and tell these girls
that theyÕd better both drop their skirts and accept him now, if they
wanted him, or let him leave, if they didnÕt. He glanced at the room where
heÕd left his clothes. Had Tabitha locked that door after heÕd stepped out?
It was a dressing room, accessible however from two sides. This side,
where the exam room was, and the other side, which was the doctorÕs
office space. Had the damn little bitch locked his clothes up? HeÕd have
to demand she unlock the room so he could dress and leave.
ÒTabitha,Ó Greg said.
ÒPlease donÕt disturb me when IÕm reading your chart, Gregory,Ó
Tabitha said in a soft, reserved voice. She bent over the shoulder of her
blonde friend and looked with interest at what Gwen had written.
Greg found his heart beating fast. This was so strange! Two little
virgins, both scared of sex, and so playing this curious game with him and
his cock!
ÒHmmm, do you really think itÕs ÔCockitis?ÕÓ Tabby asked Gwen.
ÒWell, just look at him, maÕam,Ó Gwen said. She pointed her pencil
at GregÕs loins. Sure enough, GregÕs big penis was like a rod of iron under
his towel, lifting it up like a tent.
ÒHmmm, that will require extensive treatment, IÕm afriad,Ó Dr.
Tabby answered. She put a finger to her lips and thrust out her hips. Her
skirt swished on her hips, forward, then back. Greg realized sheÕd traded
her schoolgirl shoes and socks for long black stockings and heels. Yes,
high heels. HeÕd heard them clicking as she came in but it hadnÕt quite
registered with him. SheÕd really put some thought into this! Good God,
lingerie on a 13-year-old, plus heels. Greg wished VictoriaÕs Secret
wouldnÕt sell to such young girls. But, he had to admit, she had a chest
most women would be proud of. If the bra fits, wear it.
ÒYes, see?Ó Gwen said, pointing. ÒIt just sticks right up. Nothing he
can do about it.Ó
ÒHave you asked him?Ó Tabitha said.
ÒWell, no,Ó Gwen answered. Gwen, at least, Greg saw, was dressed
in her schoolgirl bra, though sheÕd obviously outgrown it. And she wore
her school socks and shoes. He valued her modesty. A 12-year-old in
lingerie was more than even he, in his rapidly perverting state, could
stomach.
ÒWell you must *examine* the patient, Nurse!Ó Tabitha declared.
ÒDonÕt just write down stuff on your pad by looking at him.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Gwen answered.
ÒHereÕs letÕs see for ourselves,Ó Tabitha said. She strode up to Greg
and every fiber of his being screamed. Could he really let two junior high
girls at him? The moment was here. It was no longer theory. No longer a
manly monologue inside his head of how heÕd get their panties down quick
and give them a fuck and be gone, to boast about them to a rival, if he had
to, to preserve his status. ÔSure I had them too, I had them before you,
they were okay, too young but okay. If youÕre a creep you can keep them,
but remember I had them first,Õ heÕd say. And heÕd do the girls quick, yes.
Quick, before he could feel guilty about it.
Slowly Tabitha lifted his towel. She held it very lightly by the tips
of her fingers and Greg noticed her nails were well polished, although
GwenÕs polished nails had flecked a little, like the fingernails of a little
girl who gets into momÕs nail polish and then goes out and swings in a
tree.
GregÕs pulsing rod appeared from under his towel. Tabitha gasped. It
seemed to be even bigger than her dreams had imagined. Gwen drew close
to see and then hopped back, as if startled.
Tabitha gazed at GregÕs dick in wonder and then, as if recovering
herself at last, she flung his towel back. The tie Greg had made with the
towel along the side of his waist was broken and the towel, which was
pink, was cast off him as if unsuited for him. Greg found himself sitting
naked on the exam table, which was a gynecological table, with his dick
upright and pulsing, naked as he himself was, ready for action.
Yet Greg did not control the action. He really didnÕt dare, in the end.
After all, the girls were both obviously virgins. TheyÕd just seen their
first penis. His. Perhaps, Greg told himself, that was enough. He could
dress and leave now. HeÕd brag to himself that, forever after, these two
would measure all other menÕs penises against his. And his was very
impressive. Greg was certain of that. He was probably the biggest on his
team and some had said he was the biggest in the whole League, but he
knew that couldnÕt be true. There were some black players in the League
who surely surpassed him in size.
Tabitha straightened up and assumed an officious air. ÒIÕm afraid
weÕre going to have to give him a male GYN exam,Ó Tabitha told Gwen.
Gwen scribbled quickly on her pad, making her breasts wiggle in their
cups.
ÒThere is no such thing as a male GYN exam,Ó Greg said.
ÒPlease donÕt speak unless youÕre asked to, Mr. Cock,Ó Tabitha said to
Greg. ÒItÕs most distressing to my chain of thought.Ó Tabitha glanced
down at GregÕs stiffly presented penis, then looked away, as if thinking.
ÒYes,Ó she continued. ÒWeÕll need a complete examination of his
reproductive system. Particularly of the organ.Ó She gave his cock a
sidelong glance. Gwen scribbled merrily, as if taking notes, although Greg
suspected she was just doodling.
ÒMr. Cock,Ó Tabitha said. She turned and faced Greg but, rather than
looking him in the face, she gazed instead at his Ôailment.Õ As if his
Ômedical conditionÕ was he himself. Rather like the doctor who addresses
the patient while gazing at the patientÕs set leg, after a break, gazing at
the cast and saying, ÒNow donÕt put it in water, donÕt walk on it, IÕll see
you back here in three weeks.Ó Except Greg had no problems with his
penis, and his doctor was a 13-year-old girl wearing lingerie. ÒYouÕll
please lie back on our GYN table for your examination, Mr. Cock,Ó Tabitha
said to Greg. ÒPlease just lie back and relax and make yourself as
comfortable as you can. The procedure will take a while, IÕm afraid, and I
canÕt promise it wonÕt hurt, but when weÕre finished here today you
shouldnÕt have that stiffness anymore that youÕre obviously suffering
from.Ó
ÒNo, I donÕt think I would,Ó Greg answered. ÒI donÕt think I would at
all.Ó Just a long term in prison to think about it all. But he was in deep
already, he figured, too deep, yes, too damn deep! And thatÕs how far he
wanted to put his cock into that damnable Tabitha, too. HeÕd show her
what a Man could really do with a weapon like this. And he would have,
too, but she was so young and small, except for her breasts, that he laid
back instead, onto the cold hard plastic table.
Greg felt the white paper sheet under his back. Yes, the girls had
picked a wonderful place for two virgins to explore a man without
committing themselves. What a plot! Here he was, a big strapping
football player, and yet it wasnÕt them who were flat on their backs, but
himself!
ÒPlease open your legs, Sir,Ó Tabitha said with easy grace to Greg.
He felt her small fingers on his ankle and he Gwen bend over his other foot
and her breasts, overflowing in her outgrown bra cups, brushed lightly
against his hairy foot. Satin against hairy sandpaper. Greg let the two
little waifs open his legs and spread them and he heard them gasp as his
big bulging balls were presented in all their glory. Every other patient
whoÕd ever laid down on this table had exposed just a slit, but Greg was a
man, and his reproductive equipment was quite large and incongruous on
this table made for women.
Greg felt his feet fitted into the tableÕs stirrups. They were large
for the stirrups but they just fit, and he felt the girls wrap the straps
attached to the stirrups around his feet and buckle them in. When they
were finished, Greg tried to lift his feet and found he couldnÕt. Both girls
bent and kissed his feet and Tabitha said,
ÒTry to relax, Mr. Cock. This is for your own good.Ó
ÒHe has smelly feet. Should I write that down to?Ó Gwen asked
Tabitha.
ÒAll men have stinky feet,Ó Tabitha replied. ÒItÕs his organ IÕm
worried about. How can something stick up like that?Ó
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Gwen answered, in a voice that sounded like honest
amazement. Greg eyed the girl over his hairy chest and saw she was
sucking the tip of her pencil.
ÒNow letÕs do his chest, and then his arms,Ó Tabith said.
ÒWhat?Ó Greg asked. It was bad enough he was lying here totally
naked, with his dick standing up, and his feet buckled into stirrups made
for a woman. He wasnÕt about to have himself strapped down to the point
where he was actually their prisoner!
Greg felt a soft hand descend to his belly, just missing his cock. It
tugged at his pubic hairs and then ran up to his navel, explored it a
moment, and then passed up over his chest, feeling his muscles there. A
sot kiss came to his cheek. It was Tabitha.
ÒIÕve helped my dad out with local anesthetics before,Ó she told
Greg. ÒGiving them to patients. But IÕd hate to immobalize such a cool
dude as you. Would you please put your hands up above your head so I can
strap them down? ThereÕs no needle with a strap, and you can move your
arms immediately the moment I release them.Ó She kissed him again,
almost imploringly. Greg knew neither girl stood a chance of tying him
down unless he allowed it.
Greg threw his arms over his head and let out a giant sigh. This was
too much. He thought heÕd conquered the Himalayas of sex, laying
Playmates even, but these two little cherries were more than anything
heÕd ever imagined. Would he mind putting his hands over his head, unless
heÕd prefer a local? What nonsense! And lying on a GYN table, with his
balls on display? The guys in the locker room would laugh their heads off
if they heard that. That was nothing to brag about. But Tabitha was so
alluring, in her innocence combined with wickedness, that Greg found he
coulndÕt resist. And so he laid his arms up over his head.
Tabitha and Gwen set to work tying GregÕs arms. Although Tabby had
spoken of straps, in fact they used rubber tubing, tying GregÕs wrists to
the metal bars along the side of the table. They tied his arms at the very
ends of each bar, then ran tubing from one wrist across to the other to
secure each wrist to the other, to keep Greg from sliding his bound wrists
down the metal bars.
As Greg was tied he felt his cock throbbing between his legs. The
girls were right. Only ÔCockitisÕ would ever put a man in this position.
Greg was desperate to cum yet these girls were virgins, and he was twice
their age, and he wasnÕt about to force them to him. Even if heÕd
succeeded in the Ôquick fuckÕ strategy it would have had to be consensual.
He didnÕt believe in just yanking some 12-year-oldÕs panties down and
fucking her against her will. Yet the Ôquick fuckÕ strategy hadnÕt
materialized. Not willing to rape them, and too stiff to leave, Greg had let
them tie him down to the GYN table instead.
When Greg was tied at both ends the girls lifted a heavy belt-like
leather strap from underneath the table and laid it across his chest. They
buckled it and Greg found he was unable to move. Only his cock could
move, and it throbbed mightily, wishing to spend. It stuck up at the
ceiling and Greg could only stare at it now. It was in the hands of two
junior high girls who had little idea, he feared, what to do with it.
ÒTemperature time, Mr. Cock!Ó Gwen said. Happily she pushed a
thermometer into GregÕs mouth.
ÒNot there, silly,Ó Tabitha said. ÒWeÕre not operating on his mouth
today.Ó
ÒOh, yeah,Ó Gwen said. She blushed. ÒI was kinda scared to touch
it,Ó she admitted. She removed the thermometer from GregÕs mouth and
walked down to the middle of the table. She leaned over his waist.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Greg asked.
Gwen popped the thermometer, wet with GregÕs saliva, into his
penis. There was a big red ball on the end of it to keep it from being
swallowed up inside his cock.
ÒSheÕs taking the temperature of your penis,Ó Tabitha said to Greg.
ÒPlease be quiet so I can arrange my surgical instruments properly.Ó
Greg looked over at Tabitha. The girl had wheeled a small table out
from a corner of the room. Atop it was a shiny steel box. Tabitha guided
the table to GregÕs waist and opened it. Greg saw the gleam of surgical
equipment inside.
ÒHe does have a big penis,Ó Gwen mused, waiting while her
thermometer registered GregÕs temperature.
ÒDo you think thereÕs too much of him?Ó Tabitha asked. She lifted a
scalpel from the box.
ÒYes, I do,Ó Gwen answered. ÒHeÕs so big and itÕs obviously giving
him problems.Ó She looked at Tabitha. ÒYou remember how he kept having
to adjust his jock strap.Ó
ÒHmmmm,Ó Tabitha said. ÒWell, weÕll just have to see. First,
though, we must give him a little shot.
ÒOkay,Ó Gwen said. She turned, leaving the thermometer sticking up
out of GregÕs dick, kept from sliding all the way down into him only by the
presence of the red ball at the end of it. Gwen walked over to a formica
countertop against the wall. Greg watched her bottom as she walked. Her
skirt swished behind her, lifting just enough to give him a glimpse of her
panties. They were white. Schoolgirl panties. What a way for two girls
to play hookey. He wished he could bend them both over a desk and cane
them for being truants.
ÒI like this one best,Ó Tabitha said. She lifted a big cleaver from
within the steel box. Greg guessed she, or someone with a sense of humor
had secreted it there. It was a big kitchen knife. It had no place in a box
of precision surgical equipment. Tabitha pranced over to GregÕs loins and
placed the edge of the knife right against his dick. Against the shaft,
about halfway between the head of his penis and the base. Lightly she
stroked his shaft with the kitchen knife and Greg shuddered. The feel was
sensual. HeÕd never imagined a knife could feel that way. Was it the fear,
he wondered, or the shapliness of the little lass who was weilding it. The
knife touched his sensitive organ and Tabitha giggled and said he should be
Ôcut down to size.Õ
ÒIs this the shot for him?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
ÒYes,Ó Tabitha said, looking up from GregÕs cock. She still held the
knife against him and he hoped she didnÕt drop it. His balls didnÕt need any
holes poked into them. ÒThatÕs Solumedrol,Ó she explained. ÒI want you to
stick it right in the vein of his arm, right in the inside of his elbow. It
will put him on edge, make him even more virile than he already is.Ó She
smiled at Greg. ÒWeÕve got to see how huge you get when youÕre in an
extreme state of arousal. Then we can decide if any of you needs to be
lopped off.Ó
ÒGirls,Ó Greg said. ÒI donÕt want a shot. I donÕt need a shot. Untie
me and let me get up!Ó
ÒPlease, I havenÕt done this before,Ó Gwen said to Greg. ÒKeep your
arm still.Ó
ÒSheÕs only practised at my house, on a dummy,Ó Tabitha said to
Greg. ÒBut she did good on the dummy and youÕre sort of a dummy, for
letting us tie you down, so hopefully sheÕll get your vein on the first
stick.Ó
Greg groaned. He was forced to hold his arm still for a shot he didnÕt
even want. And which he hardly needed. His dick felt like it was going to
explode! Here he was, lying without permission on some doctorÕs exam
table, on a GYN table no less, and playing with the doctorÕs daughter. Of
course she wasnÕt 18, or 22, but 13, and decked out in black lingerie. And
of course, the girl trying to jab a needle into his arm wasnÕt a nurse, just
dressed like one. She was barely out of elementary school, and still had
her schoolgirl dress on, although sheÕd shortened it to the point that her
panties showed when she walked.
ÒOuch!Ó Greg said. His mind hadnÕt really registered the alcohol pad
that Gwen had prepared his arm with but it most certainly registered the
needle.
ÒTch! Such a big guy like you, complaining over a little needle,Ó
Tabitha scolded. She continued to scrape at GregÕs dick with her knife.
ÒI got it!Ó Gwen announced. Slowly she squeezed the Solumedrol into
GregÕs vein. Greg felt a flush come over him. And then, gradually, after
the needle had been withdrawn and Gwen had given his arm a second wipe,
he felt his penis grow increasingly agitated. He really needed to cum now!
He ground his teeth and, even though Tabitha held a knife right against his
cock, the sharp edge touching his skin, Greg twisted his hips. He was hard,
so hard, and he needed to shoot his load very badly.
Of course, with the girls being cherries, that wasnÕt exactly what
they had in mind. Instead they wanted to play with him and explore him.
Gwen asked Tabitha something (Greg was no longer listening, his cock was
the focus of his thoughts now) and then she pranced back to the counter. A
moment later she returned. She held a small powder blue pill in her
fingers. And a cup of water to wash it down with.
ÒThis is... how do you pronounce it?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
ÒZaroxolyn,Ó Tabitha said, still slicing very lightly at the sensitive
skin of GregÕs hugely bloated organ.
ÒZar... whatever,Ó Gwen said. ÒIt will help you go to the bathroom.Ó
ÒI donÕt need any help going to the bathroom!Ó Greg said. He needed
to cum, dammit, and these two little cherry vixens werenÕt even thinking
of that.
Gwen pushed GregÕs lips apart and, though he tried to keep his teeth
together, she finally persuaded him, with a kiss on his cheek, to open his
mouth. She popped in the pill.
ÒWe need to take a urine sample,Ó Gwen told Greg in a serious voice.
ÒThis will help you pee out of your penis.Ó She tilted the cup and Greg felt
cold water splash over his face. Some of it went in his mouth and he
swallowed the pill.
ÒDo you think he needs Castor Oil too?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
ÒNo, I donÕt want him shitting on my dadÕs table,Ó Tabitha answered.
ÒThe cleaning lady would wonder if she came in and saw shit on a table in
an exam room thatÕs supposedly locked up for the week.Ó Tabitha looked
up and smiled. ÒHowever, if thereÕs a few sperm stains on the white paper
I imagine theyÕll just blend in,Ó she said.
Greg was oozing precum out of the tip of his penis despite the
thermometer jammed down into it. He trembled.
ÒDonÕt move, dear,Ó Tabitha warned him. ÒIÕm measuring your dick
with the knife in case I have to cut any of it off.Ó
ÒTabby,Ó Greg groaned. This was definitely a Ôpay now or pay laterÕ
girl. He could fuck her, or live to see his rivals have her instead. He could
move now, and be cut, or not move and be cut later.
ÒYes, Mr. Cock?Ó Tabitha asked quite sweetly. Apparently she was
pleased that heÕd been so cooperative with his plans. SheÕd gotten to play
with her cleaver, and her surgical kit, and give him shots and take his
temp. Greg hoped she was running out of ideas.
ÒI...Ó Greg didnÕt know what to say. Finally decided to fake needing
to pee. ÒI have to go to the bathroom. Can I get up and go?Ó
ÒTch, of course not,Ó Tabitha said. ÒNot after me and Gwen did all
that work tying you down. We still have to ride you, after all.Ó
ÒRide me?Ó Greg asked.
ÒYes, like riding a horse,Ó Gwen explained in an anxious voice.
ÒExcept weÕll be sitting, well, where THAT thing is,Ó she said. She
pointed rather nervously at GregÕs huge, stemming erection.
ÒAnd weÕre wondering if youÕre too big for us,Ó Tabitha added,
scraping the knife across GregÕs cock again.
ÒThat wouldnÕt help, believe me,Ó Greg said.
ÒWeÕve both been on the Pill for a week in anticipation of it,Ó Gwen
told him. ÒWe saw your photo in the paper, winning last weekendÕs game,
and decided you were the one to... you know... to get us laid and stuff.Ó
ÒBut we think itÕs best to tie you down for it. Too many girls IÕve
talked to didnÕt like their first time, because the guy was too fast, and too
much thinking about himself,Ó Tabitha said. ÒBut youÕll have plenty of
time to think, Greg dear. And to pee, too. Gwen, get him a cup. He needs
to pee!Ó
ÒOhkay,Ó Gwen said with a small, heartfelt sigh. She pranced over to
the countertop and rummaged around in a drawer for a pee cup. She found
one, broke it out of its plastic wrapping, and returned. ÒOh, yeah. I forgot
to take the thermometer out,Ó Gwen said. She stood on tiptoe and reached
over GregÕs waist. Her fingers rose to the top of his penis and she tugged
on the bright red ball. ÒOoops! I think itÕs stuck,Ó Gwen said. Then she
pulled again and the thermometer came rising up out of GregÕs penis, slick
with his pre-cum. ÒNo, itÕs not stuck,Ó Gwen said. ÒHmmm, I wonder what
his temperature is, though?Ó She got the thermometer free of GregÕs
urethra and drew it close to her eyes. She stared at it intently.
ÒTabby, I mean, Dr. Tabitha, do you know how to read a
thermometer?Ó Gwen asked her friend.
ÒNo, Dad always just has me stick that gun-thing in the patientsÕ
ears,Ó Tabitha replied.
ÒOh well, youÕve got a good temperature, IÕm sure,Ó Gwen told Greg.
She shook the thermometer. Then she flounced back over to the formica
counter and laid it beside the sink. Greg watched her as she walked.
Again the wriggling of her bottom made her skirt flip up and show him her
virginal panties. How he wished to yank those down! The Solumedrol was
really beginning to take hold of him. If he werenÕt tied down he was sure
he would rape her now, never mind that consensual crap. She was small
and lovely and so delicate, yet with a high-set, pumpkin ripe bottom and
delicious tits that jiggled in her too small bra.
Tabitha was just as lovely. As if to drive Greg further insane, she
suddenly placed the knife on GregÕs stomach, the point aiming at his penis,
and reached behind her back. She unsnapped her bra. Greg gasped as she
popped her bra cups from her tits and exposed her bosoms. They were
young, lovely, uptitled cones of white flesh. Atop each one grew a perfect
cherry nipple. Each was hard, despite the soft jiggling of her bosoms.
ÒOh, shall we go topless?Ó Gwen asked. She reached behind herself
and, while maintaining a look of complete innocence, unsnapped her bra.
Her cups, too small for her newly grown tits, came off her bosoms like
caps blown from twin heads in a gust of wind. Pop! Pop! Went each bra
cup, and Greg was left with a mouth-watering sight of the young girlÕs
newly grown breasts. Again they were white, again they quivered with
soft fleshiness, but each had a perfectly hard little nipple stem at its tip.
Gwen saw Greg gazing at her and blushed. ÒIÕve never shown my tits
to a guy before,Ó she admitted.
ÒI showed mine to the boy down the street,Ó Tabitha said.
ÒWho?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒDalton,Ó Tabby replied.
ÒOh, him. He visits the Hustler web site and tells me he knows more
about my body than I do,Ó Gwen said. ÒBut I donÕt think he does. I mean, if
heÕs just staring at photos...Ó
ÒI know,Ó Tabby said. ÒHe showed his dick to me. But then he got
excited and spurted his stuff all over my panties.Ó She smiled. She looked
at Greg. ÒSo you get to take me instead.Ó
Gwen stood looking at Tabitha. ÒYou mean you DID it with him?Ó
ÒNo, I just *tried* to do it with him,Ó Tabitha said. ÒThatÕs when I
decided I needed a real man to do the job, not Dalton.Ó
ÒOh, yes! Well I think weÕve found one,Ó Gwen said. She looked at
Greg. ÒAnd heÕs all ours, too. ArenÕt you GregÕwy?Ó The girlÕs voice took
on an infantile air. She sidled up to him and poked a finger into his face,
into one of his nostrils. She kissed him again. Clearly she was anxious
about the prospect of riding him and sought solace in pretending to be a
small child. ÒGregÕwy, do you love me?Ó she asked.
ÒNo,Ó Greg gasped. ÒIÕm just dying to fuck you.Ó
Gwen slapped Greg. He gasped again. His ears rang.
ÒHe doesnÕt love me!Ó Gwen told Tabitha.
ÒHeÕs a football player, silly,Ó Tabitha replied. She was still
entertaining herself by sliding a kitchen knife along GregÕs cock.
ÒFootball players get lots of girls. Nonetheless, whether he loves us or
not, weÕre both going to pop our cherries on him. And youÕre going first.Ó
ÒWaht?! I donÕt want to go first,Ó Gwen said. Tabitha placed her
knife back into the tray of surgical gear. She walked around GregÕs feet
and over to Gwen. She reached out and grabbed hold of the hem of GwenÕs
skirt. Bending, she yanked it down.
ÒYouÕre going first!Ó Tabitha said to Gwen. Greg, meanwhile, stared
in abject admiration of the blondeÕs bottom. It was as heÕd pictured it in
his mind. She had a very narrow waist, with flaring hips that shaped
themselves into the loveliest, roundest pair of hind cheeks heÕd ever seen.
Across them, stretched tight, themselves a little small, just as her bra
had been, were GwenÕs panties. They were white, and caught in her ass
crack a little, and he had no doubt in her pussy lips too, for Gwen stood
with her thighs almost crossed, and wiggling her bottom anxiously as she
argued with her friend.
ÒBut I CANÕT go first,Ó Gwen said. ÒIÕve never had anything to do
with a boy, except playing post office. YouÕve actually had Dalton squirt
his stuff on you.Ó
ÒThat hardly separates us, my dear,Ó Tabitha said in a grown-up
voice. ÒYouÕre going to go riding on Greg if I have to whack your hiney to
make you!Ó
ÒNoooo!Ó Gwen cried. She tried to dash away from Tabitha but her
skirt was down around her knees and she fell. Tabitha pounced on her like
a cat. She yanked down GwenÕs panties, giving Greg a clear view of the
girlÕs virgin white buttcheeks. Down came TabithaÕs hand, and Greg
winced as he saw it leave a bright red mark on the girlÕs bottom.
ÒOw!Ó Gwen wailed.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! ÒYouÕre GOING to take him first,Ó Tabitha said.
ÒNo, I wonÕt!Ó Gwen hollared. ÒI wonÕt! I wonÕt! I wonÕt!Ó
Tabitha held still. She sat atop her friend, who lay sprawled on the
floor underneath her. GwenÕs feet were encirled by her skirt and her knees
were bound with her descended panties. Her lovely blonde hair stuck out
from her head on either side in twin pigtails. Her back was a like the
inside of a shell, sloping along in a concave expanse of smooth flesh until
it drew inward at her waist and then expanded again to form the bulging
cheeks of her now blushing bottom.
ÒShhhh! Someone will hear you yelling!Ó Tabitha warned. There was
a sound of feet out beyond the door of the examining room. ÒI thought you
locked the front door to my dadÕs office!Ó Tabitha said to Gwen.
ÒOoops,Ó Gwen said in a small voice.
ÒYou mean you didnÕt?Ó Tabitha asked.
ÒI forgot,Ó Gwen admitted.
SLAP! Indifferent now to the fate of the three of them upon being
discovered, Tabitha gave little Gwen another slap on her ass.
ÒOooo!Ó Gwen yelped, but tried to suppress her yelp all the same, for
there were indeed feet just outside the exam roomÕs door.
ÒMaybe they wonÕt come--Ó Tabitha said, wishing she hadnÕt slapped
her friend, for the feet were very close now. Suddenly, before she could
finish her whispered sentence the door opened.
ÒWhat th--?!Ó a womanÕs voice asked. GregÕs head snapped from his
right side, where the two girls lay hidden behind the GYN table, to his left,
where in the door now stood one of the loveliest, most mature women heÕd
ever seen. She had long dark hair and it was loosely piled into a bun. She
wore glasses, but they seemed to add to her allure as she peered over
them at GregÕs naked form on the exam table. She had a white medical
coat on but it was unable to suppress a view of her sumptuous breasts,
which stood up from her chest like ripe watermelons waiting to be picked.
She had on a blouse and, Greg guessed, a bra underneath, but the blouse,
like the coat, was decollette in front, leaving an alluring expanse of tit
flesh available to the eye.
ÒHello Miss Dumpkins,Ó TabithaÕs voice piped up from behind the
exam table. Her head rose and she peered over the flat expanse of GregÕs
hairy belly.
ÒHello Miss Dumpkins,Ó Gwen chimed. She couldnÕt rise, Tabitha
being still over her, if not actually sitting on her anymore, and she seemed
rather resigned to her place on the floor.
ÒTabitha? Gwen? What are you two doing here? The office is
closed this week,Ó Miss Dumpkins said in a voice laced with astonishment.
Yet, gazing at Greg, almost ignoring the girls as she asked the question,
she had a sensuous lisp to her words, for Greg was all spread out before
her and as naked as a jay, with his cock sticking up like a steeple.
ÒHello, Ms. Dumpkins, IÕm-- pleased to make your acquaintance,Ó
Greg said in a halting voice.
ÒWhy, arenÕt you--?Ó Miss Dumpkins began. She pointed at Greg.
ÒYes, I won last weekÕs game against the Rams,Ó Greg admitted.
ÒGreg Cook --er.Ó
ÒMy, IÕve always wanted to meet you,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. A man
appeared behind her.
ÒWhatÕs up, dear? Do you want to fuck in here?Ó He had just gotten
his last words out when he saw Greg.
ÒGood God, this is kinky! You want me and some other guy to do
you?Ó
ÒI-- I didnÕt know he was here, darling,Ó Miss Dumpkins said, turning
to the man behind her. He was young, obviously a doctor, wearing a white
coat and with a stethescope.
ÒWeÕre studying the reproductive system,Ó Tabitha explained. She
stood up fully.
ÒThe male reproductive system,Ó Gwen said from the floor.
ÒI-- I think youÕve chosen an excellent specimen for your study,Ó
Miss Dumpkins said.
ÒHey, arenÕt you--?Ó the doctor asked Greg.
ÒYes, IÕm Greg Cook. I won last weekÕs game agains the Rams,Ó he
said.
ÒI ought to kick your ass,Ó the man said to Greg.
ÒI know,Ó Greg admitted. He glanced at the two girls. Slowly Gwen
was getting up from the floor, her panties around her knees and her skirt
wrapped round her ankles.
ÒI bet on the Rams,Ó the doctor said. ÒThanks to your damn last
minute touchdown I lost $500!Ó
ÒOh,Ó Greg said. ÒWeÕll you should have bet on me. The Cock,Ó Greg
said. He gave his penis a glance. Maybe he wouldnÕt lose it with this
doctor and Miss Dumpkins here now.
ÒCock of the Walk! ThatÕs what the announcers all said, after the
game,Ó Miss Dumpkins exclaimed. ÒYes, I liked that! But I didnÕt know
they meant it so literally.Ó She gazed again at his cock.
ÒWell, IÕm not small,Ó Greg admitted, looking down over the hair of
his chest at his penis. Then he looked at the doctor. ÒAnd I do win. Bet
$1,000 on me next time.Ó
ÒI will,Ó the doctor said. He approached Greg, Miss Dumpkins on his
arm. ÒIÕm Doctor Johns,Ó he said. He extended his hand. Then, with a
small utter of ÒOh,Ó he drew it back, seeing GregÕs hands had been tied to
the rungs running along the sides of the table.
Miss Dumpins, on the doctorÕs arm, was coterminous with GregÕs
cock. She gazed at it with a mixture of wonderment and appreciation. The
doctor noticed, pulled her back a little from Greg.
Tabitha came round one end of the table and Gwen around the other.
Tabitha was still wearing her skirt but Gwen, kicking her skirt off, was
pulling up her panties.
ÒGod, if I was a pervert I think IÕd be in heaven,Ó the doctor
admitted, looking at the two girls.
ÒShe spanked me, Miss Dumpkins!Ó Gwen said. She turned and, with
her panties pulled up to her slit in front but still under her bottom in back,
she showed Miss Dumpkins her well-slapped bottom. It looked like a bowl
of jiggly white cream, heart-shaped, with a split up the middle. It had
hand prints on it, visibly, red on the white flesh of her ass.
ÒWell, you should both be spanked, for what youÕve done,Ó Miss
Dumpkins said. ÒGreg too, I imagine, but heÕs rather indisposed at the
moment.Ó She gave an appreciative glance again at GregÕs cock. The
doctor gazed in wonderment at GwenÕs pretty bottom.
Suddenly, making a decision, Miss Dumpkins reached out and grabbed
GwenÕs arm. The doctor, sensing her decision, perhaps throwing care to
the wind, reached out and grabbed Tabitha.
Miss Dumpkins laughed. ÒI think IÕll spank you both, for what youÕve
done. What a pleasant entree it would be to an afternoon of sex! And I
donÕt think, little Tabitha, that your father would scold me too badly for
doing it either, particularly since he sees me on the nights his wife is too
frigid for him!Ó
ÒOh, I knew you were doing him!Ó Tabitha said. She seemed not to
mind the revelation, but she did mind the doctor holding her by her arm.
ÒDonÕt spank us, Miss Dumpkins!Ó Gwen cried. The dark-haired
woman was pushing the struggling girl ahead of her, still holding her arm,
pressing her at last up against the left leg extension on the exam table.
Gwen was flung over GregÕs left thigh. Her bosoms hung down between his
widely-spaced thighs, one of them brushing against his testicles. Miss
Dumpkins reached for surgical tubing the girls had left on the floor. She
bound GwenÕs wrists, outstretched, around the thigh of GregÕs other leg.
Greg felt TabithaÕs tits plop onto his stomach as the doctor laid her
torso across him. Quickly the doctor pulled TabbyÕs wrists out in front of
her and bound them to the railing on the far side of the table with surgical
tubing. Like Gwen, Tabitha was forced to stand on tip-toe by the height of
the table. The doctor took hold of TabithaÕs skirt and lowered it with
relish. The huddling cheeks of her bottom were revealed. She wore black
panties, matching her now discarded bra. The doctor grabbed her panties
and pulled them down. The white cheeks of her bottom were displayed to
his eye and, indirectly, to GregÕs, who lay watching, his cock between the
two struggling girlsÕ heads.
ÒYes, arenÕt they pretty?Ó Miss Dumpkins asked aloud. ÒSuch lovely
tushies. And never caned, IÕll bet. Well we can change that.Ó She lowered
GwenÕs panties to the girlÕs ankles and then left them there. Gwen,
perhaps feeling some humiliation in this, struggled to lift the panties
back up with her heels and finally, unable to do that, stepped daintily out
of them.
TabithaÕs skirt and panties coiled around her feet. Like Gwen she
seemed to decide having no clothes at all was better than having them
round oneÕs ankles, and she stepped, with a little difficulty, for they were
tangled within each other, out of the garments. Both girls kicked up their
nude white legs and begged to have their wrists released.
ÒNot a chance,Ó Miss Dumpkins answered. ÒDonÕt you agree, doctor?Ó
ÒIndeed,Ó he said. ÒIÕve never seen two naughtier bottoms. Or ones
so young,Ó he added.
ÒWell I hope not,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒIÕd hate to think youÕre a
child molester.Ó
ÒHardly,Ó the doctor answered. ÒBut I do know an opportunity when I
see one. Eh, Cook?Ó
ÒIÕm just lying here,Ó Greg said truthfully.
ÒWith that cock of yours sticking up as an inspiration to us all,Ó
Miss Dumpkins laughed. The doctor laughed. Even little Tabitha and Gwen,
stuck on either side of Greg, tied down, let out a laugh. Then they watched
with trepidation as Miss Dumpkins walked to a supply closet.
ÒBelieve it or not, Tabby, your dad likes to get his ass flogged on
nights when heÕs not home,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to the girl. She opened
the door to the supply room and reached inside. She looked back at the
girl. ÒDid you know that?Ó she asked.
ÒNo,Ó Tabitha admitted.
Miss Dumpkins drew a long thin cane from the darkness of the closet.
ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt do you any harder than I do him,Ó she said.
ÒOhhhh, PLEASE donÕt spank us, Miss Dumpkins!Ó Gwen begged.
Miss Dumpkins flexed her cane. ÒThis, my dear, isnÕt a spanking
thing, itÕs a caning thing, and if the good doctor decided to take his belt
off, I might give you a whipping. Spankings are done with the hand. This
hurts much worse.Ó
ÒOhhhh! My bottom already hurts!Ó Gwen said truthfully.
ÒI know, my dear, but not enough,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. She reached
up and unpinned her hair. To GregÕs suprise, he saw the doctor take off his
gown and hang it up on a clothes rack. Then Gwen took off her coat and
hung it next to his. Together they took a moment to undress. The girls
could only watch, gasping first as Miss Dumpins showed them, for the
first time, her boobs, then her ass and cunt, while the doctor took off his
shirt and pants. He proved to be no slouch when it came to penis size and
the girls found themselves all staring at his dick with almost as much
admiration as they displayed for GregÕs.
ÒNow this is going to hurt, girls, but I want you to think of it as
more than just discipline for trying Mr. Cook down and playing with his
penis,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to the two maidens. She walked round behind
them, still wearing heels, and black stockings, which were matched by
black stockings Tabitha wore. Neither female needed a garter belt. The
stockings on both were elasticized. They rose to the tops of their thighs.
Above their cunts showed lewdly and, behind, their bottoms bulged
brazenly. Miss Dumpkins flexed her cane again. She swished it through
the air, a practise stroke, hitting nothing, but the doctor, approaching her,
was forced to step back.
ÒThere is pleasure in pain, girls, provided itÕs properly applied,Ó
Miss Dumpkins said to her newfound pupils. ÒI want you both to savor
these strokes. ItÕs taken me months of practise, mostly on your father,
Tabitha, to perfect a stroke that stings without leaving a welt on the
bottom.Ó She turned to the doctor. ÒDoctor Johns, would you please get
some alcohol and a rag and wet down the girlsÕ bottoms for me? It will
accent the sting when I deliver the blows.Ó
ÒSure,Ó Dr. Johns answered happily. Greg guessed that, as a doctor,
he felt he could be permitted greater liberties than most people. Two
nude girls were just two more patients, in his eyes, and he was entitled to
view them and work his will on them as medical science or, at least, his
own physical needs dictated. He didnÕt seem to feel the conflicted
worries that Greg felt.
Both girls turned their faces toward each other. Their childish
breath breathed hotly across the stem of GregÕs penis.
ÒOh, pelease donÕt whip us,Ó Gwen said again, but her voice sounded
resigned now, for Miss Dumpkins was practising her stroke behind the girl
and each swish of the cane came closer to connecting with her bare seat.
Doctor Johns returned with the alcolhol.
ÒRub it in good,Ó Miss Dumpkins told him. ÒI want these girls to feel
a little remorseful when IÕm through. They really shouldnÕt be in here
fooling around with TabbyÕs dadÕs expensive medical equipment. Or older
men,Ó she added, looking at Greg.
Doctor Johns put a liberal dousing of alchohol on the fresh cotton rag
heÕd brought. Then he wiped it across GwenÕs seat.
The blonde shrank at the contact. ÒOhhh, no please donÕt!Ó she
begged. Yet the doctor continued, wetting her entire bottom with broad
swaths of the alchohol-drenched rag. He even rubbed it against her slit.
ÒOh, not on my pussy! Oooch!Ó Gwen protested. Then Dr. Johns, oblivious
to the girlÕs pleadings, wet the rag again and wiped within the crack of
her bottom.
ÒOoooch! ItÕs getting into my hole! It stings!Ó Gwen said, wiggling
her fanny.
ÒAs well it should,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. She appeared to be growing
impatient with the extensiveness of the doctorÕs attentions and she gave
him a swishing crack of the cane across his bare buns.
ÒYeeeeOW! WhatÕre you doing that to me for?Ó the doctor asked.
ÒWhat, you donÕt like to get your hiney whacked? Doctor Adams
loves it,Ó Miss Dumpkins giggled.
ÒNo, I donÕt,Ó Doctor Johns answered. He switched from GwenÕs
bottom over to TabithaÕs. SheÕd been closer but heÕd passed her by,
favoring Gwen first, perhaps to let Tabitha Ôwriggle on the vine,Õ while
she watched her friend get wiped down. Now, staring balefully back over
her shoulder, she shuddered as the alcohol rag came wetly against her
bottom.
ÒOh, that stings!Ó Tabitha complained.
ÒBear up and take it like a good girl,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒPut it
liberally on her, Doctor Johns, all over her bottom. I know sheÕs the one
who thought of this naughty idea.Ó
Tabitha strained on tip-toes as the alcohol was rubbed across her
ass and then into her slit and finally into her nether hole. ÒHow do you
know I thought it up?Ó Tabitha asked through pursed lips.
ÒBecause youÕre a little tramp,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒOr a tramp in
the making.Ó She laughed. ÒYou remind me of myself at 13.Ó
Greg wished he could spare the girls their fate. He saw them
wincing at the contact of the alcohol pad and he knew theyÕd really wince
when theyÕd felt the cane. HeÕd dated a dominatrix, briefly, and he knew
how much a slim whippy cane could sting. Yet, Miss Dumpkins was right,
if applied with care, it could skim the seat and cause pain without even
leaving marking the skin. He doubted Miss DumpkinsÕ few months of
training on TabbyÕs dad had given her that level of skill. But he knew sheÕd
apply the cane with care. Yet heÕd still have spared the girlsÕ squirming
seats if he could have. They seemed too young to him to be subject to such
torments, especially since both of them were still virgins.
Doctor Johns stepped back. Warily he eyed Miss Dumpkins and her
cane.
ÒReady, girls?Ó Miss Dumpkins asked.
ÒNooooo,Ó
ÒNooooo,Ó both girls replied in unison.
ÒOh, I almost forgot, they must be gagged,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
ÒTheyÕre not old enough or trained enough yet to keep silent. Even TabbyÕs
Dad had to be gagged at first.Ó
Doctor Johns fetched two strips of cloth from a drawer underneath
the formica cabinet. Returning, he bound GwenÕs mouth first, then
TabithaÕs. The girls tried to twist their faces away from him but,
stretched out over Greg and tied down, they had little chance of evading
him. When he was finished both girls faced each other again, and Greg,
seeing the eyes of Gwen, knew she was resigned to her fate. Along the
side of the table, her long thin legs rubbed together, then crossed.
TabithaÕs did the same.
ÒExcited, girls?Ó Miss Dumpkins asked. ÒI would be too, if it were
my first caning. Let us proceed, then. Remember, this is for your own
good. And my pleasure,Ó she added. She looked at Doctor Johns. ÒYou may
play with yourself if you wish, Doctor Johns,Ó she said. ÒIÕm going to, and
these little ones would love to, if they only could.Ó Miss Dumpkins,
holding her cane in one hand, deftly placed her other hand within her slit.
Immediatley she let out a small gasp of pleasure and flung her head back.
Then, composing herself, but still frigging herself too, she lifted the cane
she held.
ÒLegs apart, girls!Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒDonÕt try to frig
yourselves by rubbing your thighs together!Ó
WHICK! The cane came down before either girl could comply.
ÒWhooo! Hoooo!Ó Gwen cried. Small puffs of her breath escaped from
behind her gag and washed over the shaft of GregÕs penis.
ÒOooooh!Ó Tabitha groaned. She responded with a shapely buck of her
hips as the cane made contact with her bare bottom and then bounced off.
Her thin legs tensed, her toes curled. She settled down on the balls of her
feet at last, looked over her shoulder, gazing at Miss Dumpkins with
frightened anticipation.
ÒMy, you looked like you almost liked that, Tabby,Ó Miss Dumpkins
said. ÒI know you have a cruel streak in you. Are you imagining already
learning the technique of the cane yourself, and applying it to your
friends? Well IÕm afraid youÕll have to learn to follow before you can
lead, my dear.Ó
SWIIIISH! The cane struck Gwen again and the blonde arched her back
and, after the cane had left her, thrust out the cheeks of her bottom. Then,
like a dancer, she kicked up her feet; one to the right and the other to the
left, each foot doing a dance of its own. Miss Dumpkins laughed at her
antics. The balloon of GwenÕs bottom showed twin streaks where the cane
had touched it.
ÒYes, Tabitha, time for another stroke for you, too,Ó Miss Dumpkins
said to the dark-haired girl. Tabby waited with a softly huddled bottom,
standing straight up on her toes.
SWIIICK! The cane came, left a mark in its wake. Tabitha danced.
Her breath puffed over GregÕs shaft.
ÒDr. Johns, please lubricate your shaft,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to her
male companion. ÒI want you to give these two a little taste of what it
will be like to ride atop Greg.Ó
ÒSure,Ó Doctor Johns answered. He quit stroking his cock and went
to the counter and rummaged around Ôtil he found a jar of petroleum jelly
and, in addition to that, a tube of KY. ÒThink I should wear a condom?Ó he
asked. He began to rub lubricant on his penis.
ÒNo, you wonÕt need it,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒYouÕll be taking them
in their bottoms.Ó
ÒOoooh! Nooo!Ó GwenÕs voice howled within her gag. Tabitha seemed
no less pleased at her announced fate, uttering up a screamy whimper.
ÒGirls, you cannot pick and choose every man,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
ÒTo be proper tramps you must let yourselves be a little free.Ó She gave
each girlÕs seat a fresh whack, more impressive than the previous ones,
and the girls set to dancing like puppets on the end of strings. Their
breath continued to puff out around the stem of GregÕs cock and he wished,
for once, they wouldnÕt look at each other as they struggled under the
cane.
Doctor Johns used his hands to turn his penis into a slathered well-
oiled machine. It looked rather like a sausage dipped in heavy grease and,
since he was otherwise naked, the gleam of his wet penis stood out in
sharp contrast to his otherwise dry stomach and thighs. Only the palms of
his hands shared the wet look his penis now bore.
Miss Dumpkins gave each struggling girl ten well-placed whacks
with her cane. She might have continued, but suddenly she threw the cane
down on the floor and ran up beside Tabitha. She kissed GregÕs hairy
chest, then licked his neck and finally forced his mouth (not unwillingly)
to engage with hers in a deep-tonguing kiss.
ÒOh, I canÕt stand being all hot and bothered and not having a well-
stung hiney,Ó Miss Dumpkins breathed hotly when she at last came up for
air. She turned and looked over her shoulder. ÒDoctor Johns, would you
please whack my ass while I kiss Greg?Ó she asked.
ÒIt would be-- an honor,Ó Doctor Johns admitted truthfully. With his
cock waggling wetly, he walked over to where sheÕd cast the cane and
picked it up from the floor. Then he flexed it once and, before turning to
her, gave each young virgin trussed across Greg a quick smack.
Òooooh!Ó Gwen uttered, but not as wailingly loud as before for,
fearing he might hurt them, Doctor Johns had struck quite lightly. Tabitha
only grimaced, said nothing. She was learning, Greg realized, with a
shiver than ran down to his loins and then up to the tip of his cock, to take
the cane.
ÒHard, please,Ó Miss Dumpkins instructed Doctor Johns. Greg saw
TabithaÕs eyes widen, thinking she was speaking of what she wished for
her. Then the junior dark-haired girl realized Miss Dumpkins was speaking
of herself.
ÒMmmmweawyharf,Ó Tabitha said through her gag to Doctor Johns.
Greg couldnÕt make out the words. But he guessed, knowing Tabitha, that
the girl had begged Doctor Johns to strike her companion very hard.
WHACK! The first blow fell and it was not a light one, for Doctor
Johns had not mastered the technique. Miss Dumpkins cried out but
otherwise seemed not to mind. She ground her hips and pressed her mouth
hard to Greg. She cradled his head with her arms. She drove her tongue
into GregÕs mouth. He reeled under the assault. HeÕd never been so invaded
by a woman before. Yes, heÕd dueled with many, but Miss Dumpkins seemed
to possess a fire all her own. Her fury and his condition, tied between the
two underage girls with his cock at full attention, hearing the sound of
the cane cracking across Miss DumpkinsÕ bottom, was suddenly too much
for him. Twisting his hips on the table, hoping desperately not to cum, he
suddenly found himself spouting cum like a geyser. It was humiliating.
Nobody was even touching him. Yet his cock, sensitized to the extreme by
the Solumedrol the girls had injected him with and the luridness of his
surroudings, fired off a cannonade of sperm. The two virgins bound above
and below his privates shrieked as they felt hot globs of his sperm
splatter down onto their faces and pretty hair.
ÒYes, love, yes! You are so naught to cum! You must be caned too!Ó
Miss Dumpkins told Greg. This only made him more aroused, and he ejected
yet more sperm, shooting off a whole weekÕs worth of seed upon poor
little Tabby and Gwen.
ÒThatÕs one Hell of a reproductive system,Ó Doctor Johns crowed,
admiring the display of GregÕs eruption. He laughed. Then he gave each
young maiden tied across GregÕs body another swift crack of the cane on
their bottoms to keep them occupied while he set about doing the same to
Miss Dumpkins. The two girls screamed, despite their gags, for Doctor
Johns had thrown caution to the winds this time, and given them the cane
with the force he desired, rather than with a timid hand, as before. As
Tabby and Gwen wriggled their hips unhappily, tears bursting from their
eyes, Doctor Johns turned back to Miss Dumpkins. He gave her a blow of
the same force. Abruptly she lifted her face from Greg, drawing her
tongue out of his mouth, and shrieked. Her bottom became a tumult of
motion, her cheeks contracting under the blow, then bounding out as the
cane bounced away, then squeezing fiercely. A bright line crossed over her
heinie. Doctor Johnson guessed it would welt and the thought excited him
and he looked at the twin virgins and saw heÕd marked them in a similar
manner, his stroke brighter than those given by Miss Dumpkins, more
deeply impressed.
With a cruel gleam coming over his eyes Doctor Johns fisted his cock
and resolved to give Miss Dumpkins the caning she really deserved. He was
no expert at it, but he guessed simply by using his surgical mind and
applying the blows with force he could give her an experience sheÕd
remember long after their ways parted. He drew up his arm and, his stiff
cock jaggling up and down like a tuning fork, he brought the slim cane
down across Miss DumpkinsÕ plump ass.
ÒYeeeeooch!Ó Miss Dumpkins yelled, with obvious surprise. Her hands
were forced to leave GregÕs face and fly to her ass. She rubbed it like a
child fresh from the PrincipalÕs office. Her feet pranced and she did a
little dance beside GregÕs head. Tears sprung from her eyes and ran down
her cheeks. She wore waterproof makeup, of course, expecting perhaps to
cry, if her lover were strong enough with her, and Doctor Johns found
himself disliking her for taking such a precaution. He wanted her mussed,
messed. She was still too much in control, too much in charge.
ÒThat hurt!Ó Miss Dumpkins said ruefully. She looked back over her
shoulder at Doctor Johns.
ÒItÕs supposed to,Ó he answered.
ÒNot THAT much!Ó Miss Dumpkins said. Greg thought he heard, behind
her gag, Gwen say to Tabby, ÒLookthwhothtalkinth,Ó which he interpreted
to be ÒLook whoÕs talking.Ó He smiled. His dick, even though beginning to
shrink, felt great. His balls felt relieved. Even though he hadnÕt speared
the girls he had showered their hair with his seed. They were too young,
he told himself, for a real ride. Better they go back to riding real horses
and ponies, their hymens intact. And then he remembered that a girlÕs
cherry sometimes pops doing things liked riding a horse. And again,
though he tried to fight the thought, he found himself thinking, ÒWell, if
theyÕre going to pop anyway, why not do it for real?Ó The thought made
his cock stiffen up. The girls watched it, wide-eyed, tied on either side of
his loins. He wondered if they were grinning at each other beneath their
gags. They had, after all, chosen him for their maiden ride.
Despite her newfound fear of Doctor Johns, Miss Dumpkins once
again put her mouth over GregÕs and cradled his head in her arms. With
great bravery she stuck out her damaged tushy at the doctor. He seemed to
have forgotten the Hippocratic Oath, but perhaps sheÕd been looking for a
man who would. The doctor paced back and forth behind her. He flexed his
cane. His cock stuck out lewdly from his body, waiting for its turn at the
woman. He lifted his arm and brought the cane down hard again.
ÒOOOOOOYH--YEEEEE!Ó Miss Dumpkins cried out. But this time,
despite the severity of the blow, she managed to hold onto GregÕs head.
Her mouth tore from his and Greg watched, her arms clinging round his
head, as she screamed at the ceiling.
ÒMiss Dumpkins, please do control yourself. YouÕll be heard all over
the building,Ó Doctor Johns said.
ÒOh, I canÕt!Ó Miss Dumpkins wailed. ÒIt hurts too much!Ó
ÒThen I shall have to forbare, but not for the sake of your bottom,
only for my cock, which is dying to have you,Ó Doctor Johns said.
ÒOh, no, the girls!Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒDo them, not me, they must
be trained!Ó But Doctor Johns was no pervert and he was upon her in a
flash, the cane cast away, his cock prying between her clenched thighs to
find her cunt.
ÒGive me your cunt or IÕll fuck your ass,Ó Doctor Johns warned.
ÒNooo, the girls!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
Greg watched as the woman, her head lifted above his, suddenly
gasped. The doctor had yanked her thighs apart, pulled her butt back, and
found an opening. Greg wasnÕt sure which.
ÒOooooh! Please not my hole!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
ÒYes, your hiney-hole it will be then, to punish you,Ó Doctor Johns
said. ÒYou wish the same for the girls. Well, try it yourself.Ó
ÒNo, IÕve never had it th-th-tha-at way!Ó Miss Dumpkins gasped.
ÒWhat? God, youÕre so tight! I think youÕre telling the truth!Ó Doctor
Johns said. ÒYou didnÕt want to ÔtrainÕ the girls, you wanted to watch
them suffer and see what it was like!Ó
ÒI know, I know,Ó Miss Dumpkins confessed.
ÒAmazing,Ó Doctor Johns said. ÒTo think youÕd play at being such a
vixen, yet be an innocent, at least in your bottom,Ó Doctor Johns gasped.
His cock was truly being squeezed now. Greg knew the feeling. HeÕd
porked girls every which way there was and the bottom was as inviting as
a virginÕs slit. Especially if it was virgin itself. Doctor Johns groaned.
Despite all his years as a student and a resident, nothing had prepared him
for this. He was, Greg guessed, a virgin himself when it came to sticking
himself up the female butthole. Greg laughed. He was bound, trussed up
like a turkey, on GYN table no less, but it was hilarious to an experienced
pro like himself to see a Doctor, A Doctor (!) struggle with his first anal
entry.
ÒThereÕs an outer ring and an inner ring, doctor,Ó Greg said to the
man. ÒThe outer one can be gotten open but the inner one requires coaxing.
Go slow, youÕll get it. Otherwise you might tear it and harm her.Ó
Little Gwen and Tabitha stared at Greg with wide eyes. He realized
what they were thinking. TheyÕd chosen the right man for the job. Not
Dalton, apparenlty some 13-year-old who completely lacked sperm
control, and not even Doctor Johns, who despite his medical license
apparently had great gaps in his practical knowledge. No, it was Greg
theyÕd decided upon, hatching their little plot, and now they saw he was
the man to take their virginity from them. In two ways, not just one, as
theyÕd intended. Greg realized that, for their sakes, if nothing else, he
owed it to them to open them up properly. They were no longer just
children to him anymore. They were young ladies, seeking knowledge, and
he didnÕt want to see them left to Dalton or, God forbid, to some other
dude who might injure them. GregÕs cock stiffened. The girls watched it
rise and their eyes, though still smarting from the cane, appeared
mirthful.
The two girls watched attentively as Miss Dumpkins received her
first ride on the male prong. Slowly, taking GregÕs advice, Doctor Johns
forced his way up inside her ass.
ÒYes, yes, take it my sweet,Ó Doctor Johns urged Miss Dumpkins.
Bravely she let the weight of her bottom protrude into his urging hands.
His spear impaled her. Greg guessed the woman was hardly Ôhis sweet,Õ
though indeed sweet to fuck. It was a fling, nothing more. Greg had spied
a wedding band on the manÕs finger and knew he wouldnÕt be doing anything
more than taking his share of Miss Dumpkins, so he could boast to his
friends that heÕd had her, a woman who was obviously the best-looking in
the building, if not in the entire state.
ÒOhhhh, no, itÕs-- itÕs so big I canÕt take it all,Ó Miss Dumpkins
sighed.
ÒYou know you can, I can feel, God, youÕre so tight, ah, I must have
your shit all over my dick,Ó Doctor Johns groaned. ÒMmmm, IÕm up high,
gonna pull back a little, then ram it up!Ó
ÒOooof! Please donÕ--Ó Miss Dumpkins urged, but he was already
quick-thrusting in her, drawing back and then lunging up within her again.
She shrieked. Gwen and TabithaÕs eyes were as big as saucers.
ÒHethdointhherthgooth!Ó Gwen said thru her gag to Tabitha. Tabitha
nodded.
ÒAh, up and back, in and out, my sweet, yes, move your hips!Ó Doctor
Johns said to Miss Dumpkins. Together they began to move in unison. His
cock would draw back as her hips tightened and drew away. Then, in an
increasingly fluid movement, he would jab his big thing up her as she
boldly pushed her bottom out to him. Greg sighed. It was glorious to
watch. But his penis was becoming rock hard again and he felt a new
desperation. He wished he could at least bring his legs together to
console the stirring within his balls. Even a squeeze of his own hairy
thighs upon them would be some releif. But instead they bulged anew,
refilled by his youth and the Solumedrol the girls had injected him with.
His dick stood up ramrod straight and he wished he could poke it in
anything, anything at all. Even the privates of the two little virgins who
gazed (when they werenÕt staring at the doctor and Miss Dumpkins) so
attentively at it.
ÒHethgettinthweallthBIGagainth!Ó Gwen said to Tabitha, turning her
eyes to GregÕs growing cock. Tabitha, sharing the same mindset as Gwen,
easily understood her and nodded. Doctor Johns, meanwhile, driving within
Miss Dumpkins with passionate force, brought himself to the brink of
climax. The girls turned their eyes, watched. Greg heard the doctor groan,
laughed, felt Miss Dumpkins shudder against him as she received his seed.
Slowly the two detached themselves from each other. Greg heard
the familiar ÔpopÕ as the doctor withdrew himself from Miss DumpkinsÕ
(formerly) virgin butt. The thought that two young virgins remained, to be
trained to receive the male in all their holes, kept the doctor at half-staff
even after heÕd cum. Greg watched the manÕs tumescent prick warily. He
wasnÕt sure he wanted the less-than-good doctor doing his chicks. Greg
felt very solicitous of his twin virgins now. They were young,
adventurous. In the wrong hands, hands like the doctorÕs, untrained and
mean-spirited, they could wind up getting much more than they deserved.
Yet Greg was tied to the GYN table. He twisted his wrists in the
tubing but the girls had done an excellent job of tying him down. He
suspected that in Girl Scouts, perhaps even in Brownies, the girls hadnÕt
been learning how to tie knots with the purest of intentions. Their Scout
Leader might have admired their virtue in learning so well such an
obviously innocent skill, but the girls themselves were practising for
when theyÕd put a man into bondage, just like theyÕd read on (Greg
suspected) alt.sex.stories.
Greg tried moving his ankles and found they were just as secure. He
tried rising. No luck. His chest was as tightly bound as his arms and legs,
leaving him just enough room to take a deep breath. Greg watched with
envy as Miss Dumpkins, nursing her behind, helped Doctor Johns untie the
girls from GregÕs body. The girlsÕ hands flew to their bottoms as soon as
they were released. Still wearing her gag, Gwen said,
ÒThathhurth!Ó
Tabby nodded, clutching at her own bare behind.
ÒWewy, wewy BADTHLY!Ó Gwen added. She lifted one of her saddle-
shoed feet and then the other. She still wore her bobby sox. They were
folded into little folds around her ankles. Tabitha still wore her slinky
thigh-high stockings.
ÒMmmm, Doctor Johns, I do believe youÕve given each of these girls
their first welt,Ó Miss Dumpkins said in an admiring tone. She turned each
girl, still gagged, but with her hands free and briskly rubbing her bottom,
and gazed at their seats. ÒYes. I didnÕt dare, but you did. Typical of a
man. Best for them, though, I suppose,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
Tabitha managed, with Miss Dumpkins displacing her hands from her
bottom to see her welt, to lift up her hands. Gwen still kept her hands
round her bottom, hoping, despite Miss DumpkinsÕ inspection, to somehow
keep continuously rubbing it, perhaps forever.
Tabitha got her gag untied and pulled it off. ÒOh!Ó she blurted. ÒMy
bottom feels like a hot ironÕs been placed across it!Ó
ÒYes, dear, thatÕs what a welt feels like,Ó Miss Dumpkins said
consolingly. ÒI have one too, and so does Gwen. Doctor Johns was meaner
to you than I expected heÕd be.Ó
Miss Dumpkins let go of the rubbery cheeks of TabithaÕs bottom. She
stepped over to Gwen and put her hands to the back of the girlÕs neck. She
untied GwenÕs gag, as Tabitha gave Doctor Johns a rueful raspberry.
ÒWell, the same to you, except IÕm going to preserve my modesty and
not actually deliver it,Ó Doctor Johns said. ÒIÕm not 10 anymore like you
are.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Tabitha said. She darted around behind Doctor Johns and
slapped his hairy ass.
Gwen, inspired by her friend, darted from Miss Dumpkins, leaving her
gag in the womanÕs hand.
ÒTake this, you dirty old man!Ó Gwen announced. She seized the cane
lying on the floor and went chasing after Doctor Johns.
ÒWhoa! Girls! DonÕt--Ó Doctor Johns cried. ÒYEEEOWCH!Ó He
clutched his bare ass as Gwen whacked it with the cane. She struck again,
hitting his hands. ÒStop! Stop!Ó Doctor Johns said.
ÒI donÕt like you,Ó Gwen said to him. She stuck out her tongue and
gave him an even bigger display of raspberries than Tabitha had.
ÒThatÕs it, IÕm leaving,Ó Doctor Johns said. He grabbed up his clothes
from the floor and his medical smock from the clothes rack. ÒMiss
Dumpkins, pleased to make your acquaintance,Ó he said. He nodded to the
woman.
ÒThe pleasure was all mine,Ó Miss Dumpkins answered. She smiled.
ÒIncluding the little present you left imprinted on my backside and inside
it as well.Ó
ÒIÕll be going now,Ó Doctor Johns said. He was going to insult the
girlsÕ ages again but Gwen lifted the cane menacingly. He darted past her,
she swished it, struck again.
ÒGod DAMN! Little 10-year-old whore!Ó Doctor Johns said. He
grabbed the handle on the exam room door and turned it.
ÒIÕm not 10-years-old, IÕm 12!Ó Gwen announced. She was about to
chase after him but Miss Dumpkins but a hand to her shoulder.
ÒDonÕt dear, let him go,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒItÕs time for your
pony ride.Ó
Gwen shivered. She let the cane fall from her hands. Doctor Johns,
apparently interested only in his own pleasure, and reasonably satisfied,
closed the door behind him. Greg was glad. He could handle three women.
He wasnÕt sure he could handle the less-than-predictable Doctor Johns.
When the door had closed Miss Dumpkins stood a moment, waiting,
stroking and pulling at GwenÕs pony tails with her fingers. Then she went
to the door and locked it from the inside.
Miss Dumpkins turned and looked frankly at Greg. ÒPoor boy, youÕve
suffered so much,Ó she said. She walked over to him, drawing a shivering
Gwen along with her as she went. She stood over his head, gazed down
into his face. Greg thought she was going to kiss him. He watched the
fruit of her breasts jiggling slightly beside his head. ÒShould we do this
here?Ó she asked frankly.
ÒHuh?Ó Greg asked.
ÒI donÕt entirely trust Doctor Johns,Ó she said. ÒHe could report us.
Should we stay, or go?Ó
ÒCum!Ó Gwen said, putting a hand to her pussy.
ÒMmmm,Ó Tabitha agreed. She nodded her head and, quite casually,
put a finger to her cunt and diddled it within the lips.
ÒGirls, I know youÕre wet and your little cunts are hungry,Ó Miss
Dumpkins said. ÒBut ItÕs too risky to stay here now. We must go
someplace else for your denoument.Ó
ÒBut where?Ó Gwen asked frankly. ÒMy parents are both home.Ó She
kept fingering herself, hoping for immediate pleasure.
ÒI donÕt know... let me think,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒMy boyfriendÕs
staying in my apartment. HeÕs a jealous sort. HeÕd beat me if he knew I
had another man in my life.Ó She smiled at Greg. ÒThatÕs why I like him.Ó
ÒMy momÕs home,Ó Tabitha said. She looked at Greg. ÒHow about
your place?Ó
ÒUm, no luck. I have a girlfriend and while she woulndÕt beat me
sheÕd never understand me porking two girls just out of puberty,Ó Greg
said.
ÒAm I out of puberty?Ó Gwen asked. Miss Dumpkins smiled.
ÒI donÕt know, dear, but youÕve got a fine pair of breasts that long to
be kissed and a little puss youÕd be wasting if you kept it to yourself any
longer. Hmmm, thereÕs a dungeon downtown. You know, a sex place. For
married couples and stuff. I donÕt know if the proprietess would agree
with two, well, two Ôminor childrenÕ getting porked in her place. But we
could try. Otherwise,Ó she said, with a glance at Greg, ÒItÕs the Holiday
Inn, and you and I, dear, had sex together when we were these girlsÕ ages,
and weÕre their parents.Ó
ÒOh, yes. IÕm sure theyÕd fall for that,Ó Greg said. ÒWhile dialing
911.Ó
ÒYou never know, with me along it might work,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
ÒLetÕs try the dungeon place,Ó Greg said. ÒAt least if she turns us
away she wonÕt report us.Ó
ÒOkay, then,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒBack into your panties, girls!
And help me untie your friend here, too. I know less about knots than I
think you two do, judging from how well theyÕre made.Ó
ÒIÕm an honor scout!Ó Gwen said.
ÒIÕm sure you are, dear,Ó Miss Dumpkins said. ÒBut get your panties
on first, and your skirt, in case someone knocks.Ó
Dressing as best they could, and with rather regretful looks on their
faces, the girls helped Miss Dumpkins free Greg.
Greg sat up. It felt great to be free. He flexed his arms, his legs. He
felt his wrists. He cast a sidelong glance at the surgical kit Tabitha had
played doctor with.
ÒWeÕve got to wash this sperm out of our hair!Ó Gwen announced.
Miss Dumpkins nodded.
ÒWhat am I going to do about this?Ó Greg asked frankly.
ÒYour cock?Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
ÒItÕs hard as a rock,Ó Greg said. He gazed down at himself. Behind
him, the girls turned on the sink and untied their hair.
ÒOuch! Let me go first!Ó Tabitha said. ÒDonÕt bump your head against
mine.Ó
ÒWell if someone comes in I donÕt want them to see just ME with
sperm in my hair!Ó Gwen said.
ÒWell, weÕll share then, as best we can, but remember itÕs MY dadÕs
sink!Ó Tabitha warned her friend. Bumping their heads together, they
managed to both somehow alternately catch the water in their hair from
the handicapped-equipped sink. Although pubescent girls with sperm in
their hair had doubtless not been one of the handicaps the government
intended to address when mandating handicapped-equipped sinks, it was
perfect. The girls picked up a bottle of soap and squirted it on their heads.
They washed diligently. Miss Dumpkins told them to hurry.
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