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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Family Services - A Dental Care Sequel - by - The StoryMaster

   Chapter One

   "Uhhgg!  Oh, my goodness gracious me, my child!" Dr.  Martin Greeley
commented huskily.  "We are certainly feeling feisty this afternoon," he
chuckled.  Reaching under her tee-shirt, the middle aged doctor placed the
palm of his right hand onto her soft, rounded belly and pushed forward with
his hips.  As he did so he felt her strong abdominal muscles flex hard
beneath his hand.  "Mmm...  that's right, Tracy," he murmured as the lovely
girl clamped down on his manhood in a marvelously firm vaginal embrace. 
Greeley flexed his own muscles, causing himself to swell and twitch deep
inside of his pretty young lover.

   Looking to his left the doctor commented casually, "I don't think I will
ever tire of making love to your daughter, Jack.  She's such a joy to be
with." Then with a somewhat surprised look he said, "Oh, my!  I do believe
she's about to cum for me again." Greeley moved his hands to the pretty
blond's slender waist in preparation for the impending event.  "Yes indeed,
here she goes," he declared happily when the girl's shapely hips lurched
forcefully, once...  twice." Dr.  Greeley glanced downward when he heard
the first of several moist, squishing sounds and reveled at the site of his
dark, wiry pubic hair mingling with his young partner's golden curls.

   The doctor had witnessed those very same curls become damp and matted as
their love making progressed.  Past experience had demonstrated that this
luscious young lady possessed highly active Bartholin's and hymen glands,
capable of producing prodigious amounts of lubricating vaginal mucous.  In
fact, at that very moment, as Greeley held himself lodged deeply inside of
the winsome girl, he felt a small gush of warm fluid escape from around his
manhood and trickle down his tightly constricted scrotum.

   "I'm glad the two of you get along so well, Martin," Jack Merrick
responded, looking toward the specialized examination chair in which his
attractive, fifteen year old daughter reclined.  "It sounds like Tracy's
having a pretty good time today," he added with a wink.  He and the doctor
were on a first name basis now and had become close friends.  "I know how
wet she can get when she's excited," Jack commented before turning back to
his own partner for the afternoon.

   "Indeed she does, my friend," Doctor Greeley said as he drew his hips
back slowly extracting himself from the wet, clutching sheath of Tracy
Merrick's vaginal passage.  Glancing downward again, Greeley noted that his
heavily veined shaft was uniformly coated with a heavy silken sheen,
slightly milky in color.  "It's one of the things I enjoy most about young
Tracy actually," the good doctor remarked as he cycled his hips and began
another ingress into the lovely young blond.  He moved slowly and with a
purpose, wishing to enjoy every rippling inch of her athletic vagina.  For
not only was Tracy Merrick marvelously moist, but additionally she
possessed unparalleled vaginal muscle tone for a girl of such a tender age.
Greeley often envisioned a rhythmically contracting tube filled with hot
mayonnaise.  Such was young Tracy Merrick.

   The sound of a soft groan abruptly caught Dr.  Greeley's attention. 
Alert to the possibility of a problem, the doctor looked to his left where
his friend Jack Merrick stood over his own young partner.  Glancing first
at the IV apparatus which hung from a stand at the head of the second
specially modified examination chair, Greeley checked to be certain that
the tiny droplets of anesthetic continued to drip steadily inside the flow
regulator.  Satisfied that all was well there, he followed with his eyes
the length of thin catheter tubing which lead down from the clear vial of
the regulator, curling once before disappearing beneath a wide piece of
surgical tape covering the IV needle.

   "Is everything alright, Jack?" Dr.  Greeley asked the father of his
current love interest.

   "Just fine, Doc," Jack Merrick replied.  "Kim is just letting me know
how she feels about me," he added with a smile.

   "It's gratifying to watch a young lady discover herself along with one
or two of life's mysteries," Greeley said with a smile.  "It appears that
Miss Lai is going to be able to accommodate you."

   "Sure she will," Jack responded.  Pausing for a moment to allow his
young partner to adjust, he reached down and stoked her soft hair with the
backs of his fingers.  "We just need to take our time, that's all," Jack
added in an affectionate tone of voice.

   Kim Lai was fifteen and a half, and Jack had been with her three times
to date.  Each of their prior engagements had been the stuff that dreams
are made of, but today, Jack wanted to try something new.  Before him on
the smooth surface of the specialized examination apparatus, lay a truly
stunning sight.  Kim Lai lay face down on the apparatus with her raven
black hair spread across her back like an ebony cape.  The good doctor had
just recently modified his exam chairs so that an occupant might relax in a
greater variety of positions.  Taking advantage of this new development,
Jack had arranged his young lover such that she knelt upon a padded lower
section of the apparatus fashioned from the chair's leg supports, while her
hips and torso were supported by the seat and seat back which had been
lowered into the fully reclining position.  The upper extremity supports of
the exam chair had also been lowered to support the girl's arms, one of
which was restrained by soft bands and velcro closures.  It was her right
arm, and from under the tape in the crotch of her elbow lead the thin
tubing filled with clear liquid.  As long as that liquid flowed, Jack could
be reasonably certain that his young lover would remain cooperative and
accommodating.

   Jack flexed the muscles of his thighs and back and pushed forward with
his hips, but not in a violent thrust.  To the contrary.  As Jack gazed
down at the body of his sweet young lover, with her slender waist, flaring
hips and flawless porcelain skin, he applied an easy, but steady pressure.
This pressure was transferred down the length of his fully erect penis, and
after a moment, successfully advanced its rather bulbous head another inch
into the warm interior of Kim's nether passage.

   He'd entered her just moments ago which had prompted that precious
little groan that he and Martin Greeley had heard, and although he and Kim
had been together before, this was a whole new experience for both of them.
The lovely Kim Lai was the first girl of Asian descent that Jack had been
involved with, and each time they were together he found yet another
quality about the enchanting fifteen year old lotus blossom that he
admired. At first it had been her utterly hairless vulva which wasn't
unusual for a girl of Kim's lineage.  Jack found that performing
cunnilingus on Kim was one of the most satisfying things he'd ever done. 
The feel of the smooth, resilient flesh of her heavy labia majora beneath
his tongue never failed to thrill him, and when they made love those same
heavy lips hugged his manhood in a warm embrace.

   Vaginally, Kim was nothing special.  She was adequately snug as any
fifteen year old should be, but she lacked the internal athleticism and
vaginal aptitude that his daughter, Tracy possessed.  Jack had taken his
daughter many times during his early days with the Family Services Clinic,
and at times he still longed for her company.  However, now that Tracy was
a regular in the Family Services Pool, there were fewer opportunities for
them to get together.  Tracy was very popular, and when her appointments
came around on the schedule, she was always asked for by name.

   Jack was at that very moment staring in the direction of the table to
his right, watching while Dr.  Greeley enjoyed his young daughter's
considerable charms.  Tracy's legs were splayed widely apart, cradled in
the lower extremity supports of her exam chair, and the good doctor stood
between them.  The tails of his white lab coat began to flap as he
gradually got up a rhythm, and the slurping and spluttering sounds of their
love making became more pronounced and more numerous with each passing
minute.  While Jack looked on, Dr.  Greeley reached down and grasped the
bottom of Tracy's sleeveless teeshirt and tugged it upward, exposing first
her tummy and then her pretty pale blue brassiere.  After arranging the
tee-shirt above her collar bones, and taking care not to disturb the thin
plastic tubing taped to the inside of her left elbow, Greeley deftly
unfastened the little catch between the soft cups of her brassiere and
uncovered Tracy's smallish breasts.

   "The man's an artist," Jack caught himself thinking as Dr.  Greeley
pinched his young daughter's pink nipples into full erection, one at a
time, and all without ever breaking cadence.

   Jack was lost in the tantalizing sight of Tracy's shapely little
breasts, jerking and bouncing to the rhythm of the good doctor's love
making when suddenly he practically fell onto the lovely Miss Kim Lai. 
Catching himself with his hands before he managed to hurt his pretty Asian
princess, Jack glanced downward and saw that the fronts of his hairy thighs
were pressed firmly against the two china white orbs of Kim's buttocks. 
Her face was turned away from him, unfortunately, so Jack was unable to
witness her expression, but a more visceral grunt escaped Kim's lips as she
and Jack unexpectedly became fully acquainted.

   While Jack had been watching Dr.  Greeley and his daughter, he'd
continued to apply pressure with his hips, and although Kim had
instinctively and valiantly resisted his intrusion for several minutes,
eventually her gates fell.  As far as Jack knew, Miss Lai had never taken a
lover anally before, and he'd fully intended to be gentle with the sweet
fifteen year old.  In fact, in addition to making love to her vaginally for
a short time in an effort to collect a bit of her own natural lubrication,
Jack had asked the good doctor for some K-Y Jelly to make things go a
little smoother.

   Perhaps it was because he wasn't paying attention coupled with Kim's
initial successes at staving off the invasion of her hitherto unexplored
passage, but it seemed to Jack that one second he was gazing down at the
dark shaft of his considerable manhood, protruding from between those two
charming white orbs and the next, he and Kim were one.

   The pretty oriental teenager unconsciously arched her back, trying to
relieve the sudden all consuming pressure that seemed to explode within her
depths.  "Easy, Kimmie San," Jack said, using his pet name for the girl,
and with his right hand he pressed downward on the small of her back,
coaxing her down onto exam chair and relieving the torque she'd exerted on
the shaft of his penis.

   "Everything alright," Dr.  Greeley said, taking a moment to check on his
friend.

   "Yeah," Jack said somewhat hoarsely.  "She's pretty tight back there,"
he added, moving his hands to Kim's buttocks.  "It's a little different
than the normal way.  Isn't it," Jack commented sheepishly.  It was his
first time too.  Jack spread the young girl's firm buttocks apart and
stared down at the circle of her anal sphincter clamped tightly around his
manhood.  It almost hurt.  Unlike her vagina, Kim wasn't so soft and
pliable back there.  To the contrary, it felt more like she was clutching
him with a fist, and Jack wasn't at all sure he'd be able to pull out of
her.  Not that he wanted to all that badly.

   He glanced in the good doctor's direction and noticed that the man was
smiling at him.  "Just take your time, Jack.  She'll stretch out.  They all
do," Dr.  Greeley said with a knowing smile.

   A chill suddenly whispered down Jack's back as an unbidden memory washed
over him.  It had happened almost a year ago, but the image in Jack's mind
was as clear as though it were yesterday.  It was only shortly after his
friend Ray Barrette introduced Jack to Dr.  Martin Greeley and his Family
Dentistry Service that Jack learned of the "additional services" available
from the good doctor.  Secretly in love with his teenage daughter, Tracy,
since she was age ten or eleven, when the opportunity presented itself for
him to spend a little "quality time" with Tracy without her ever being the
wiser, Jack decided to take the plunge.  Hesitantly at first, for he would
be going where others feared to tread, Jack eventually began to have
regular sex with Tracy under the watchful eye of Dr.  Greeley.

   Tracy proved to be an exceptionally gifted lover, but the fact that he
could have her pretty much at will and without her knowledge was especially
exciting for Jack.  He particularly enjoyed it when Tracy would complain
about having to go to the dentist so often, and then when asked what the
problem was, the pretty blond would clam up altogether.  Jack suspected
that some inherently female alarm bell was sounding in Tracy's
subconscious, hinting to her conscious mind that something wasn't quite
right, and Jack was thrilled to know that he was responsible for ringing
her bells.  He loved the little waddle in her step when she walked to the
car following an appointment, and Jack always walked behind her so he could
watch.  Jack Merrick loved his little girl...  as often as he could.

   Then one day, his friend Ray Barrette rocked Jack's world by suggesting
that perhaps Jack might like to spend some time with Tina Barrette, Ray's
fifteen year old adopted daughter.  Tina was friends with Tracy and was a
reasonably good looking girl.  Obviously of Hispanic descent, Tina
Barrette, had long, jet black hair, big dark brown eyes, and a somewhat
demure temperament.  Her figure was more slender that Tracy's, and her
breasts were smaller, but on the occasions that Jack had seen Tina in a
swimming suit, those small cones appeared to be very firm and pert.

   At first Jack declined his friend's offer, but Ray wouldn't hear of it
and pestered him unmercifully, claiming that Jack needed some variety, and
that Tina was exceptional in bed.  Finally Jack capitulated, and an
appointment was scheduled for Tina with Family Dentistry Services.  Perhaps
he was just being obtuse, because it wasn't until the actual day of their
appointment that Jack considered that maybe Ray Barrette had some kind of a
trade in mind.

   In fact, he came very close to calling the whole thing off when Ray
proposed that the two of them swap sack time with their two teenage
daughters.  Even before their own relationship started, Jack was pretty
sure that Tracy was sexually active, and although the thought of his pretty
daughter lying with a young teenage boy didn't bother him too much, the
mental image of Ray Barrette thrashing away between Tracy's legs was more
than Jack thought he could bare.  How he'd ever allowed himself to be
talked into going through with the arrangement was still unclear to him,
and even as he made passionate love to the lovely Tina Barrette, her
youthful anatomy responding enthusiastically to his amorous attentions,
Jack was troubled by thoughts of his sweet Tracy in the arms of Ray
Barrette just a couple of doors down the hall.

   After finishing with Tina, Jack had waited patiently for the doctor's
return.  He'd used the time to clean the pretty dark haired girl, in
preparation for the moment when Dr.  Greeley would revive her.  Tina, like
his own daughter would be a little sore down there, and would probably
suspect that something was amiss, but as always there would be no physical
evidence of their time spent together.  While he waited, Jack amused
himself for awhile by pushing his fingers into each of Tina's openings,
just to say that he'd done so.  Tina, like most teenage girls tended to act
rather aloof toward him, since he wasn't dating material.  Jack would
experience a wonderful sense of power when the next time he talked to the
pretty brunette, he would be content in the knowledge that he'd personally
explored the most intimate areas of her female anatomy.

   After awhile Jack began to get a little worried about the amount of time
that had passed.  Then suddenly icy fingers of panic clutched at his heart.
"Something has happened to Tracy!" Leaving the slumbering Tina to her own
devices, Jack bolted down the hallway and stopped short in front of Exam
Room Three.  Hearing nothing upon pressing an ear to the heavy wooden door,
Jack tried the handle.  His heart was pounding furiously in his chest. 
Surprisingly the handle moved, and the heavy door opened so quickly that it
caught Jack off guard such that he practically fell into the examination
room.  It was then that Jack received a shock.

   For some reason, Jack had never considered that Dr.  Greeley would wish
to fraternize with his patients.  Why, he didn't know, because in
retrospect he recognized that after all, Martin Greeley was a man, and all
of his patients were youthful, fresh, and very attractive.  It would stand
to reason that the man who conceived of and who made possible the
exceptional "additional services" that his office provided would enjoy a
little recreational companionship from time to time.  But until the day
that Jack Merrick burst into Exam Room Three of the Family Dental Services
office and discovered his sweet daughter, Tracy in the company of not only
his friend Ray Barrette, but the good doctor Martin Greeley as well, Jack
was oblivious to the possibility.

   "What's going on, Ray?" Jack Merrick asked in a strange tone of voice.

   "Jack, ole' buddy," Ray Barrette exclaimed.  "Hey, buddy, I can explain
everything," he went on sheepishly.  "The Doc and I were gonna tell you all
about this, really." He looked away from the growing animosity on Jack's
face as he approached.

   Between the two men lay the unconscious form of Jack's daughter, Tracy.
The pretty, blond, fourteen year old was seated in Dr.  Greeley's lap,
reclining against his chest, and her calves rested in the cradles of the
chair's lower extremity supports.  When Jack fell into the room, Ray
Barrette, who had been actively humping Tracy, pulled out of her and
stepped back, giving Jack a more or less unobstructed view of his daughter
and the good doctor as he approached the chair.  But it took a moment for
Jack's mind to process what he saw, because it was so completely
unexpected.

   Dr.  Greeley remained silent as Jack's eyes scanned down his young
daughter's body.  Her neck and shoulders were flushed a rosy shade of pink
as were her breasts.  The otherwise satiny skin of her small areolae was
tightly drawn, and her nipples were erect.  Tracy was obviously in an
advanced state of arousal.  Just above the good doctor's right shoulder
hung the IV bottle with its steadily dripping flow regulator, and Jack
followed the thin catheter down to the crotch of Tracy's left elbow with
his eyes.  Continuing downward Jack noted that the insides of his
daughter's shapely thighs were smeared and wet, and her light golden pubic
curls were dark and matted down with mucous and perspiration.  Jack knew
very well that his young daughter was a very wet little girl, for he'd made
love to Tracy on many an occasion.  Jack had stood in that very spot many
times, gazing upon his daughter's loveliness after having spent quality
time with her, but something was different here.  For a moment, Jack
couldn't see the forest for the trees, then suddenly the fog lifted.  As
Jack stared down at the captivating sight of Tracy's moist pink flesh, he
noticed that her labia were still parted, her lover having only recently
exited her.  Just below that heavenly portal the fronts of Tracy's shapely
buttocks swelled.  Jack visualized the many times he'd let his thighs slap
noisily against those marvelous shock absorbers.

   "But what was this?" Jack's mind queried.  Between those supple cheeks
there was a dark cylinder.  "It seemed so out of place there," Jack mused.
It wasn't long, but it was thick, perhaps two inches around.  At its base
was a veritable forest of dark curling hair, and nestled in that thick
clump of hair Jack spied two fleshy eggs.

   "Do you like what you see, Mr.  Merrick?" Dr.  Greeley spoke at last,
gazing at him from around Tracy's right shoulder.  Then while the father
looked on in growing astonishment, Martin Greeley reached around, cupped
his little girl's right breast and began to kneed it affectionately.  Jack
was speechless as the good doctor released Tracy's breast after a minute
and then dropped his hand between her legs.  "Your daughter is quite
talented, Mr.  Merrick as you well know," Greeley commented in a
conversational tone of voice.  Jack watched him start to swirl his middle
finger between Tracy's labia majora at the point where the two meaty lips
met.  Then casually Greeley slipped his finger into her vagina.  Reaching
inside as deeply as he could, he began to finger fuck the slumbering
teenager purposefully.

   "That's my girl, Tracy," the doctor murmured into the girl's right ear
when he felt her react to his touch.  "Fuck me, Tracy," Greeley prompted
and kissed her behind her ear.  Then he looked back in the direction of the
stunned father.  "As a rule, we like to inform the parent before graduating
a patient into our Family Services Pool, Mr.  Merrick, but your lovely
daughter seemed like such a natural, so accommodating and easy to be with,
that I made a professional decision to move her forward.  I hope you don't
mind." As he spoke, Dr.  Greeley used his other hand to lift Tracy's right
thigh just enough to help her to get settled.  Jack watched enthralled as
another inch of the meaty cylinder between his little girl's buttocks
vanished inside of her.  Tracy groaned softly, and her tummy heaved in
response to the forces at work inside of her.  "Like I said, Mr.  Merrick,
Tracy is a very talented young lady for her age, and if I had to guess, I
have to say that she is fairly active sexually.  A girl simply doesn't
exhibit this kind of muscular enthusiasm without practice," Dr.  Greeley
went on in a conversational tone of voice as his finger continued to plunge
in and out of the pretty blond's vagina, making telltale wet, sticky
sounds. "It would be a shame not to allow Tracy to explore her full
potential as a woman, so with your permission, Mr.  Barrette and I will
continue to evaluate your daughter's abilities.  Even at fourteen years of
age, she seems fully capable of entertaining multiple lovers," Greeley
stated in a clinical manner.  When Jack didn't answer the good doctor
added, "We do need to proceed with all possible dispatch, Mr.  Merrick, as
we are nearing the time limit for the anesthetic." Then quite unexpectedly
he asked, "Of course if you would prefer to participate, I'm sure Mr. 
Barrette would be willing to accommodate you.  Wouldn't you, Mr. 
Barrette?"

   Ray Barrette who'd been standing nearby, attempting to become invisible
until he saw how Jack was going to react to the situation, piped up
nervously, "Sh...sure," Jack, buddy.  No problem.  You go right ahead." As
he spoke though, his eyes were locked between the thighs of the lovely
Tracy Merrick.

   Just minutes ago, Ray had been in heaven between those thighs.  Never
before had he experienced a young girl so hot and wet, and upon entering
her he'd quickly assumed an enthusiastic cadence.  The added sensation of
the considerable mass of Dr.  Greeley's cock just millimeters away sheathed
inside Tracy's nether passage was incredibly stimulating for Ray, and
before he could put the brakes on, he ejaculated unexpectedly deep inside
of the comely young blond.  Ray had disguised his climax quite effectively,
however, and as far as he knew, no one was the wiser, except, oddly enough,
for Tracy, perhaps.  Ray glanced sheepishly at the good doctor who smiled
at him but gave no indication that he knew.  Then as Ray's second and third
offerings coursed into Tracy Merrick's interior, he looked down just in
time to see her tummy bulge outward in response to the liquid heat
spreading inside.  There were no other outward signs, except for perhaps a
couple of somewhat more pronounced spluttering sounds that "spooched" from
around his cock shaft as he continued to stroke into Tracy slowly and
evenly so as not to alert anyone to his blunder.

   Ray wanted nothing more than to slide back into that warm, wet
wonderland, but he knew very well that Jack was teetering on the edge of
balking at the whole program, and Ray needed to be considerate of his
friend's sensibilities.  Ray unconsciously stroked himself as he waited for
Jack's decision.

   "Perhaps you might kiss your daughter, Mr.  Merrick, while Mr.  Barrette
and I finish up with her.  It might serve to stimulate her, by making use
of all of her openings.  One never knows," Dr.  Greeley suggested.  "After
all, in spite of our methods, we do like to think that our patients will
derive a certain amount of fulfillment from their experience,
subconsciously if nothing else."

   Jack was still very confused and flustered, but when he looked at
Tracy's face, he fell in love all over again.  Her high cheekbones were
rosy pink with ardor, and her pouty lips were parted invitingly, providing
Jack with a glimpse of her pearly teeth.  Jack wasn't entirely certain just
how he felt about the prospect of seeing two grown men have their way with
his pretty fourteen year old girl, but then again since his initial
introduction to Dr.  Martin Greeley and the Family Dental Services program,
a whole lot of the values which Jack once held sacred, had changed
significantly.  Jack was no longer certain how he felt about a great many
things.

   "So, what do you want to do, buddy?" Ray asked cautiously.

   "I...I dunno, Ray," Jack answered absently.  Then he looked toward the
good doctor who smiled and nodded, indicating that Jack should look down.
Martin Greeley slowly extracted his middle finger from the depths of the
lovely girl's vagina.  Then as the confused father looked on, he used two
fingers to spread her ample labia apart, exposing Tracy's moist intimate
flesh to the light of day.  Jack licked his lips and tried to make a
decision as his eyes fastened themselves onto his daughter's vaginal
opening.  Suddenly Tracy contracted, probably a result of her connection
with Dr.  Greeley, but in any case the result was that a considerable
quantity of a milky and viscous substance issued from her vagina, drooled
between her labia minora and then dripped onto the testicles of the good
doctor.

   Jack saw it and mistook it for his young daughter's tendency to produce
excessive amounts of vaginal fluid.  Ray saw it and quicky looked away,
knowing exactly what most of the milky mixture was.  Dr.  Greeley felt it
when the warm substance dripped onto his testicles, for he had been the one
to provoke the contraction in the first place by flexing himself deep
inside Tracy's rectal passage, and causing her to reflexively bear down on
him.  He smiled at the entranced expression on Jack Merrick's face as he
removed his fingers, allowing Tracy to close.

   "Come now, gentlemen," Dr.  Greeley exclaimed, returning his right hand
to one of Tracy's tender breasts.  "One of you needs to help fulfill this
sweet child." With his thumb and index finger he pinched her nipple and
shook her breast playfully.  Then after a moment of silence, Greeley lost
patience.  After all he had two patients under his care, and very soon he
would have to revive them.  The two girls would naturally have to be
cleaned up prior to awakening them, and then there was the matter of at
least giving their teeth a cursory cleaning for show.

   "Mr.  Merrick, step around beside the exam chair and kiss your daughter,
please," Dr.  Greeley said, taking command of the situation.  "Mr. 
Barrette, kindly re-enter Miss Merrick, and let's spend what little time we
have left providing her with an experience she'll remember in the core of
her femininity."

   The memory of that day would be forever etched in Jack's mind.  It was
the first time he'd ever seen his little girl in the arms of another man,
and although it had been a tremendous shock initially to the father figure
in him, Jack was eventually able to surmount his misgivings and
inhibitions. Before very long he would come to realize that no harm would
befall Tracy, or any of the patients at the Family Dental Services Clinic,
either physically or emotionally, and over time as he was introduced to
more of Dr.  Greeley's patients, Jack would finally see the true beauty of
this exceptional cooperative program.

   A soft whimper suddenly wrested Jack Merrick away from his daydreams,
and brought him back to the present, and a rather pleasant present it was
too.  Young Kim Lai squirmed in the exam chair, and again her powerful anal
muscles contracted in an effort to eject Jack from her body.  Once again
the lovely Asian teenager tried to arch her back in an unconscious effort
to relieve the pressure inside of her, but this time Jack was ready for her
and easily held her down with his right hand.

   "Try rubbing her back, Jack," Dr.  Greeley suggested from where he stood
with Tracy to Jack's right.  "That'll usually make them relax a little. 
Stroke her hair and massage her shoulders for a minute before you get
started.  You'll be pleasantly surprised at what a calming effect it will
have on her, even though she's already a little sleepy right now."

   The two men exchanged a smile at Greeley's quip, then Jack gazed down at
the enchanting young girl lying face down in front of him.  She was so fair
that her smooth skin practically glowed, and no matter how hard Jack
looked, not a single blemish could he find anywhere.  Starting at her waist
Jack spread his hands out on her warm skin and slowly worked his way up her
back, rotating his thumbs in small circles on either side of her spine.  He
continued all the way up to her neck, pausing to brush the thick mane of
raven black hair aside, before starting to work on her broad shoulders. 
"Kim looks like she might be a swimmer," Jack thought idly to himself. 
"For a young girl, she's powerfully built in the upper body." Jack actually
began to enjoy himself as he continued to kneed the girl's soft flesh, and
exactly as the good doctor had suggested, in less than five minutes he felt
her begin to relax.  Her shoulders were first, then her arms and finally
her back, and then gradually the crushing grip on his embedded manhood
began to lessen considerably.

   "That's my girl, Kimmie San," Jack murmured after a minute.  Then he
placed a hand on each of her shapely hips and hooked his fingers around the
fronts of her thighs.  "Let's have a little fun now sweetheart," Jack
whispered as he pulled back with his hips, extracting a couple of inches of
himself out of the lovely oriental teenager.  He felt a tremor pass through
her body as he drew all but an inch out of her.  "Oh, do you miss me,
sweetheart?" Jack cooed.  "Well then let's not keep a pretty girl waiting."
With that, Jack cycled his hips and pushed back into her in one fluid
motion.  Pulling her back by her hips, he drew the lovely Miss Lai onto
himself, tucking that last inch away deeply inside.  There was no question
that Jack had an easier time of it on his second penetration.  As the good
doctor had eluded to, the pretty fifteen year old was starting to stretch
out to accommodate him.  She was incredible back there, Jack thought was he
pulled out for the second time.  She had a rubbery tightness about her that
was different from vaginal tightness, and Miss Lai was no slacker in that
department either.  In fact as their love making progressed, Jack elected
to try alternating passages.  He'd seen a couple do it in a porn video
once, and it looked like fun.

   Once Miss Lai was sufficiently broken in and had ceased to resist his
repeated intrusions Jack took the greatest pleasure in popping out of one
opening, shifting up or down as required, re-positioning himself and then
thrusting fully into the lovely young girl.  Her immaculate snugness tended
to cause air to become trapped and then compress ahead of Jack's advancing
manhood.  Eventually the pressure built to the point where it overcame the
seal formed around him by the walls of whichever passage he was visiting at
the time, and issued forth around the root of his shaft with some
remarkably loud spluttering sounds.  In the exam chair to Jack's right Dr.
Greeley attended to Tracy Merrick, and thanks to the girl's overactive
lubrication system, the couple generated some extraordinary love sounds of
their own.  At one point, Jack looked at the good doctor, grinned and then
shot his hips forward, producing fizzing sound followed by a loud pop. 
Greeley picked up the challenge, and as he delivered three or four rapid
strokes to his wet young lover, he moved his hips quickly from side to side
and up and down.  The resulting sticky, snapping report from between
Tracy's thighs resembled the sound of a large jar of mayonnaise being
whipped with a wooden spoon.  A kind of contest quickly ensued, and the two
men played their respective young partners like musical instruments.  What
resulted was a veritable staccato, love symphony that went on until both
men were reduced to tears of laughter.

   Eventually the two returned to the business at hand and finished up with
their sweet companions, Jack electing to ejaculate into the lovely Miss
Lai's rectal passage.  He did so after first spreading the girl's
immaculate white buttocks widely apart with his hands, then thrusting
himself into her as deeply as was humanly possible.  Even in her heavily
sedated state Kim reacted, grunting softly as Jack compressed her luscious
derriere against the fronts of his thighs.  Jack wanted to inject his
offering deeply enough into the pretty teenager that he could be relatively
certain a part of him would remain with her for at least a few days.

   For Jack this was the most rewarding aspect of making love to his
"sleeping beauties", as he referred to the girls.  The knowledge that
afterward they would unknowingly carry a part of him within themselves,
gave him an incredible sense of union with them.  Sitting at the dinner
table with his pretty teenage daughter while she bitched about this
boyfriend and that, Jack was confident in the knowledge that a few hours
earlier, he'd taken incredible liberties with her, delving into places so
intimate and personal as to give him a knowledge of her that probably no
man would ever have.  Or perhaps he'd watch her with another man, for he'd
begun to enjoy that quite a lot.  Jack had accumulated literally hundreds
of indelible mental images of his daughter, and how she reacted to a
lover's touch.  The way her hips rolled and her belly heaved when she
climaxed.  These were the things that most fathers never know about their
little girls, and Jack felt incredibly close to Tracy as a result of this
private and personal knowledge.  It was their little secret.

   Jack decided to loiter in the waiting room until Mr.  and Mrs.  Lai came
to pick up their young daughter following one of their sessions together.
This way he would get a chance to talk to Kim.  Over the past few months
Jack had made an effort to get to know the lovely Miss Lai, and he liked
her very much.  Like most young ladies of Asian descent, Kim was very
polite, spoke softly and with deference to her elders.  She was also quite
shy and never failed to blush whenever Jack told her how pretty she was. 
Jack often wondered how hotly Kim would blush were she to discover just how
well he really knew her.  There probably wasn't a deep enough shade of red
within the visible spectrum.

   Jack came harder than he had in a long time.  His knees became so
rubbery from the tumultuous release of carnal energy that he was forced to
lower himself down on top of his young princess for a few minutes.  Her
exquisite body was so warm and soft beneath him, that Jack felt he could
lie there forever, nuzzling his face into her shining raven hair and
breathing in her delicate floral perfume.

   As Jack rested atop young Kim for a short while, he allowed his eyes to
wander to the scene in the chair next to them.  Even though some very
efficient contraceptive drugs were available and at his disposal, Dr. 
Greeley chose to use a method of sharing his seed with his partner that
Jack Merrick himself had devised.  While the proud father looked on, Martin
Greeley raised a small paper cup to Tracy's lips.  With his free hand he
carefully pinched her nostrils closed, and a couple of seconds later she
opened her mouth to breathe.  "There we are, my dear," the good doctor
purred as he tipped the little cup and poured a goodly portion of its
contents into the waiting mouth of Tracy Merrick.  She choked a bit at
first on the viscous semen, but even from several feet away Jack could see
his pretty daughter's throat move as she began to swallow her lover's
offering.

   "She's gonna burp a lot on the way home," Jack mused.  "And she always
gets such a precious look on her face from that funny taste in her mouth,"
Jack recalled with a smile.

   A lot had changed since Jack's first visit to the Family Dentistry
Clinic.  He and Dr.  Greeley had become good friends, and Jack had
eventually assumed a more proactive roll in the activities around the
clinic.  It was he who'd come up with the idea to advertise special rates
on cosmetic orthodontics for adolescent and teenage girls during the summer
months of last year, and the resulting flood of new patients had
dramatically increased the number of participants in the "Special Services"
pool.

   The group of men who partook of these services remained small, however,
since Dr.  Greeley insisted on hand picking those who would be admitted
into that closely knit circle to share in its secrets and delights.

   "We'll be seeing a new patient tomorrow morning, Jack.  Are you free?"
Dr.  Greeley asked casually as he used a sponge to clean the mixture of
bodily fluids from the insides of Tracy Merrick's thighs.

   "I dunno.  I'll have to check," Jack replied.  He'd just finished
rolling Kim onto her back and went about adjusting the special chair so as
to bring her into a seated position in preparation for reviving the girl.
"What time's the appointment?" Jack asked.  While he awaited the good
doctor's reply he spread Kim's legs and checked to see that she wasn't
leaking.  Everything looked just fine, so Jack closed her knees together
and stooped to retrieve her panties from the floor where he'd dropped them
earlier.  Kim Lai cleaned up well.  She rarely perspired, and she
self-lubricated just enough to be accommodating.  A dab here and a wipe
there, and she was as good as new.  In fact it never ceased to amaze Jack
just how quickly and efficiently the female reproductive anatomy recovered
its integrity, concealing any traces of amorous activity.  By the time Kim
regained consciousness not a shred of evidence would remain of their
coupling, at least not on the outside.  She would probably be sore for a
few hours, and she might even spot her panties, but other than perhaps the
abstract uncertainty that something "funny" had happened to her," Kim Lai
would never know for sure that she'd taken a lover.

   This was due in part to another improvement which came to pass only
recently, and that was the acquisition of a far more efficient and
controllable sedative drug.  With it Dr.  Martin Greeley was able to manage
the levels of consciousness of his patients without the worry of overdosing
and other problems associated with the general anesthetic he'd been using.
Additionally, the new drug had far better amnestic qualities.  It really
was a vast improvement.

   "Ten o'clock, I believe, but you can check with Nurse Blackwell,"
Greeley answered as he fastened the small catch between the cups of Tracy's
brassiere, taking a moment to adjust her breasts, and tucking her in where
needed.  Then turning to face the father of his pretty young lover, Dr. 
Greeley added, "This is one you're not going to want to miss, Jack."

   "Why is that, Martin?" Jack asked as he buttoned the top button of Kim's
white cotton blouse.

   "You haven't enjoyed the company of any of our younger patients yet,
have you Jack?"

   "Well...  I," Jack began sheepishly.

   "You don't know what you're missing," Greeley said.  "You'll never
experience anything so erotically stimulating and emotionally fulfilling as
you will by helping a young lady to discover what it means to be a woman."

   "I..  I don't know, Martin, I.." Jack began until the good doctor
interrupted him.

   "Hold on there, my friend," Dr.  Greeley exclaimed.  Then he added more
seriously, "Step over here for a moment."

   Jack did as the doctor asked.

   "Look at your daughter, Jack," Greeley said calmly.  "Doesn't she look
lovely?"

   Jack nodded absently.  It was so easy for him to become lost in Tracy's
rare beauty.

   "Here," Dr.  Greeley said, lifting her pleated skirt.  "Slip your hand
into her panties."

   Jack had no idea where this conversation was heading, but he'd learned
to trust Martin Greeley, finding him to be both astute and intuitive. 
Placing his palm onto Tracy's warm and rounded tummy he rubbed her gently
before sliding his hand under the thin satin band of her panties.  Dr. 
Greeley had done a fabulous job at cleaning her up as usual.  Tracy was
still a little damp, but considering that only a few minutes ago, she was
sopping wet and sticky from one knee to the other, she wasn't in bad shape.
Jack loved the feel of her thick soft bush against his hand, and she was so
very full and resilient down there.  Jack smiled warmly at his pretty
daughter as he rubbed her affectionately for a moment until Dr.  Greeley
interrupted his daydreams.

   "You love you daughter, don't you, Jack," he said.

   "Y..  Yes, of course," Jack replied, giving his friend a curious look.

   "And do you remember how you felt about making love to Tracy the first
time I suggested it?"

   Jack thought he understood what the good doctor was getting at.  "Well,
sure, Doc.  I was hesitant at first.  I mean it's not something you do
every day," Jack added with a nervous laugh.

   "That's correct, Jack.  There are a lot of societal prejudices and
taboos surrounding this sort of thing.  It's no wonder that it takes awhile
to unlearn much of what we've been led to believe is sacred.  But look at
you now, Jack," Greeley said, nodding toward where Jack's wrist protruded
from inside his daughter's panties.  Jack smiled and shrugged, but kept his
hand where it was.

   "Consider this, my friend," the good doctor went on.  "The Shogun
leaders of ancient Japan would insist upon sleeping with a young virgin at
least once each month, claiming that it reaffirmed their manhood and
restored their confidence and vigor." Greeley stared at his friend in all
seriousness.  "And do you know what, Jack?" the doctor said.  Jack looked
up at him questioningly.  "They were right," Dr.  Greeley said with a wry
smile.  "Do yourself a favor, Jack.  Be here tomorrow morning, and at least
have a look at the girl.  Her name is Miss Emily Brand.  Miss Brand is
twelve and a half years old, and I understand she's a truly lovely little
pixie."

   Absent mindedly, Jack slipped a finger through the moist curls and then
between the ample labia of his daughter's pretty pussy.  "God, she's still
really wet," Jack mused.  He thought about asking Dr.  Greeley if he might
have a moment with his daughter, maybe while the doctor got Kim ready to
wake up, but reconsidered.  Then he thought about his friend's proposal for
a moment.  If the truth be known, Jack had often wondered what it might be
like to be with a girl in her formative years.

   "I..  I'll think about it," Jack said at last.

   "Fine," Dr.  Greeley responded with a smile.  "You can call and let us
know in the morning if you'd like to spend some time with Miss Brand." Then
as though he'd read Jack's mind, the good doctor added, "Would you like to
have a moment with your daughter, Jack?  I can begin with Miss Lai and give
you two about ten minutes, if you wish."

   Jack shook his head and looked up at his friend, the doctor.  "No... 
no, that's OK.  Thanks anyway, Martin, but today we'll let Tracy go home
with your gift to her.  There'll be other days," he added, smiling
affectionately down at his sweet daughter.  Then after taking a moment to
swirl his finger about at the top of Tracy's carnal canyon, Jack removed
his hand from his daughter's panties.

   Before leaving, Jack returned to Kim Lai's side to say goodby.  Kim had
a wonderful mouth, and Jack loved to kiss her.  He'd been unable to during
their love making, since he'd chosen to take Kim from behind today, and
he'd missed the sweet taste of her.  Jack massaged one of Kim's small
breasts through her blouse while his tongue danced over her sparkling
teeth. Using one of Dr.  Greeley's tricks, he pinched her nose closed for a
moment until she opened her mouth for him.  Out of the corner of his eye,
Jack saw Martin Greeley disconnect the IV drip which hung above his
daughter's chair.  It wouldn't be long now.

   So after taking one final "spin" around the interior of Kim's Lai's
mouth, Jack stood.  "I guess I'll see you in the morning," he said to
doctor's back.  "And I'll see you again in a week or two, Kimmie," he
whispered to the sleeping girl.  Reaching down, Jack gave her an
affectionate little squeeze between her legs then headed for the door.

   Chapter Two

   Jack Merrick did his very best to remain hidden behind the copy of
"Yachting" magazine that he pretended to be reading, while at the same time
taking periodic covert glances at the stunning young girl standing hand in
hand with her father on the opposite side of the waiting room.  Her father
was engaged in conversation with Dr.  Martin Greeley, DDS, and while the
two adults talked business, the little girl glanced around the room
curiously.

   When she and her dad first walked through the door of the Family Dental
Services Clinic, Jack wasn't overly inspired by the girl.  "I mean, she's
cute and all," he mused as he peeked over his magazine.  She looked so
small and delicate standing next to her father.  She was about five feet
tall and slender as a willow branch.  Jack guessed she weighed no more that
seventy pounds soaking wet.  Perhaps it was the lighting, Jack would never
be certain, but where once there stood a fairly unremarkable little girl,
suddenly before Jack's very eyes she was magically transformed into a
breathtakingly stunning young lady, and Jack unexpectedly found himself
unable to take his eyes off of her.

   He'd gone to great lengths to arrive at the Family Services Offices
early, and he'd grabbed the perfect seat in the waiting room from which to
study this new patient that Dr.  Greeley had spoken so highly of.  Jack had
chosen the biggest magazine from the pile on the low table to use as
concealment, and his inspection of the father and his lovely daughter had
been discrete as always.  Then suddenly it happened.  "Busted!" Jack
thought to himself when he unexpectedly found himself staring into the
biggest pair of brown eyes he'd ever seen.  Only a few seconds passed as he
gazed transfixed into those warm brown pools of innocence, but to Jack it
seemed like hours.  Held fast like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming
truck, time stood still, but in that instant of compressed reality Jack
beheld a flicker of smoldering passion in the dark eyes of this bewitching
child that shot through him like a lightning stroke, finding ground at last
in the roots of his groin.  Jack wasn't sure, but he thought his mouth had
fallen open.  One thing he was sure of though, he suddenly had a raging
hard on.

   Then with a shy smile she released him, leaving Jack stunned and mildly
incredulous that a girl so young could have such an effect on him.  "Maybe
she is a pixie," Jack mused as he ducked behind his copy of "Yachting".

   "We have an excellent reputation, Mr.  Brand.  Of that you may rest
assured," Dr.  Martin Greeley said to the handsome middle aged man.  "We'll
take good care of young Miss Emily," he added affectionately then reached
out and gave the girl a little squeeze on the shoulder.  "Just ask Mr. 
Merrick there," Jack heard the good doctor say.  "He has a daughter who
visits us regularly.  In fact Tracy Merrick is one of my star patients,
isn't she, Jack."

   "What the hell's he doing!" Jack thought to himself as he peered from
around his magazine.  "This isn't the way it's supposed to happen." The
trio approached.

   "Jack, say hello to Bill Brand," Martin Greeley said cordially.  "Mr. 
Brand, this is Jack Merrick." Jack started to struggle to his feet.

   "Don't get up, please," the man said politely as Jack looked up at him.
Reaching down, he offered Jack his hand, saying, "Name's Bill Brand, and
this is my daughter, Emily."

   Jack took the man's hand, but his eyes were on the girl.  She was so
close he could smell her.  "Jack Merrick," he responded absently.

   "Emily, say hello to Mr.  Merrick," the girl's father instructed.

   "Hello," the enchanting beauty murmured shyly and held out her hand to
him.

   Jack was sure he felt an electrical charge pass between them as he took
her tiny hand in his.  "God, she's so warm!" Jack thought to himself as he
gave the little beauty a winning smile.  "And her skin is so incredibly
soft," he thought as he innocently rubbed the back of her hand with his
thumb.  "Hello, Emily," Jack said politely.  "You don't have to worry," he
added.  Dr.  Greeley is an excellent dentist.  "You won't feel a thing.  I
promise," he smiled.  "My daughter, Tracy loves coming here," Jack went on,
catching the doctor's eye.  "Some day maybe you two can meet.  Tracy's
about your age, I think.  How old are you, honey?" Jack asked.

   She didn't seem to mind his use of a term of endearment, nor did she
object for the moment to his holding onto her hand.  Jack's mouth went as
dry as the Mojave desert as she raised her dark brown eyes to his.  "I'm
almost thirteen," the little pixie answered with a surprising air of
confidence.

   "Well you certainly are an attractive young lady, Emily," Jack said
warmly and gave her little hand an affectionate squeeze just before she
pulled it away.  "I hope I'll be seeing you again, my dear," he added.

   The air in Exam Room Three was whisper quiet as Jack carefully closed
the door behind himself and turned.  As always, the lights were dimmed
while the anesthetic was being administered in order to help the patients
relax.  Dr.  Greeley's back was to him, and his body partially blocked his
view of the examination chair that was positioned near the center of the
room.  Even from the door, however, Jack recognized the girl's small feet
and cute little sandals, for he could see her legs from the knees down,
resting comfortably on the wide, padded leg support of the dental chair. 
As Jack quietly approached, the doctor raised his hand to the IV bottle
hanging from a rack beside the chair and adjusted the flow regulator. 
Inside the small glass cylinder the clear liquid dripped steadily as Jack
stepped up beside Martin Greeley.  From the bottom of the IV unit a thin
catheter tube carried the specialized sedative drug to the fine bore needle
the doctor had inserted into a vein in the inside of the patient's elbow.
The needle in turn was held in place by a piece of wide surgical tape.

   Jack's heart rate increased ten fold as he gazed down at the exquisite
young girl.  She was even lovelier than before, if that was possible, as
she lay peacefully cradled on the anatomically shaped exam chair.  Her big
brown eyes were closed, and she was breathing slowly and evenly.  Jack
noted the steady rise and fall of her tummy where her flawless skin was
exposed below her blouse.

   "Is she...?" Jack whispered to his friend, Martin Greeley.

   "Patience, Mr.  Merrick," the doctor chided good naturedly.  "The new
sedative takes a little longer," he explained unnecessarily.  Then he
reached out and placed the palm of his right hand onto the girl's cheek. 
"Can you hear me, Miss Brand?" he asked, speaking softly as he gently
stroked her soft skin.

   Jack was surprised when the little girl's eyes fluttered open.  For a
moment or two she lay staring blankly up at the two of them.  Then slowly
those marvelous windows to her soul closed, and she took a deep breath.

   "Miss Brand?  Can you hear me?" Dr.  Greeley asked again without
removing his hand from her cheek.  This time her eyes remained closed, but
she parted her sparkling pink lips ever so slightly as though she were
trying to speak.

   The room was hushed, and Jack thought he could actually hear the
dripping of the anesthetic drug that would be his key to mysteries and
wonders beyond his imagining.  Turning to his friend, Jack whispered in
anticipation.  "D..do you think I...  I can, you know?" He gestured toward
the lovely sleeping beauty.

   "Touch her, you mean, Jack?" Dr.  Greeley said with a little smile.  "I
don't see why not, but perhaps you'd better ask her father first." His eyes
sparkled, and his smile turned into a grin.

   "What the...!?!" Jack gasped in astonishment and shock when Bill Brand
stepped from the shadows.

   "Please, Mr.  Merrick, don't be upset by my presence," the father of the
young girl spoke in a hushed voice as he moved to the opposite side of exam
chair.  "I'm mostly here to observe, you see, but I'd be obliged to you if
I could just make sure my little girl's comfortable before you two get
better acquainted.

   Jack didn't know what to say.  Besides, he was still thoroughly stunned
by the man's surprise appearance.  "Sh...sure," he responded rather lamely
when at last he found his voice.  Then as he went to back away from the
chair and its beautiful young occupant, Jack felt the doctor's hand on his
shoulder.

   "No..  No, Jack.  Stay close by, please," Dr.  Greeley insisted.  "Mr.
Brand will only be a moment.  Then he'd like for you to take over.  Isn't
that right, Bill?" the doctor asked with a smile.

   "That's correct, Dr.  Greeley," the man answered quietly as he gazed
down at his pretty daughter for a minute before looking up.  "Jack...  Do
you mind if I call you Jack?" he asked with a nervous smile.

   Jack was too dumb founded to answer so he simply shook his head.

   "Jack I'd very much like for you spend as much time as you wish getting
to know my little girl," the man offered much to Jack's amazement.  "In
fact, I might be able to give you a few pointers along the way.  You
know... things she likes and stuff," he explained.  With a warm smile he
gazed down at the sleeping youngster and murmured, "How's my little
princess." Then he placed a hand onto her soft belly.  "Are you ready to
show Mr.  Merrick what a big girl you are, Emmie?" he whispered tenderly,
as he rubbed his daughter's tummy.  "Have you ever seen such a perfect
little figure, Jack?" Bill Brand asked, glancing up at him briefly.  "She's
just like her mother, so petite and feminine," he added.

   Jack certainly couldn't argue with that.  In fact he was just noticing
how genuinely lovely Miss Emily Brand really was.  Like her father pointed
out, Emily had a slender build, but she wasn't at all frail looking.  In
fact she was almost perfectly proportioned.  Her shoulders were fairly
broad, her arms and legs were long and willowy.  Her waist was exquisitely
slender and her hips remarkably well shaped as was her pretty little
derriere, at least what Jack had seen of it out in the waiting room. 
"She's certainly a stylish dresser," Jack commented, noting her grey
patterned blouse and matching skirt.  His mouth was exceptionally dry.

   "Yes she is," her father agreed.  "Her mother wants Emily to go into
modeling when she's a little older," he explained.  Then with one hand Bill
Brand carefully lifted the bottom hem of his daughter's blouse and slipped
his other hand underneath.

   Jack watched enthralled as the lump formed by her father's hand moved
slowly upward under the soft fabric.  Jack had already admired the pleasant
swellings of the little girl's developing breasts beneath her blouse, and
that of course is where her father's exploring hand halted its upward
progress.

   "Emmie rarely wears a bra," Bill mentioned casually as he spread his
palm over one of her petite cones of supple flesh.  "Sometimes her mother
makes her wear a training bra, but I know for a fact that she hates it. 
Don't you baby," he cooed.  Jack watched as the lump formed by Bill's hand
inside of his daughter's blouse began to move slowly.  "I also know that
Emmie likes to have her little titties rubbed."

   While Jack and Doctor Greeley looked on Bill Brand went about slowly
massaging his little girl's budding breasts.  "She also likes it when you
pinch her nipples," the father said matter-of-factly.  The lump under
Emily's blouse paused over her right breast.  Suddenly the youngster
whimpered softly, and once again, her brown eyes fluttered open.  Whether
or not she knew what was happening to her was debatable, because as the
little pixie stared upward at the three faces leaning over her, her big
brown eyes appeared distant and out of focus.

   "Daddy's here, baby," Bill cooed and shifted his hand to her other
breast.  Her eyes opened a little bit wider, but still there was no
evidence of recognition in her facial expression.  "You like it when Daddy
touches you, don't you sweetheart." Beneath her pretty blouse, Bill rolled
a tiny nipple between his thumb and index finger.  "Daddy's watched you and
Ricky play games together, baby.  You like to play those games, don't you
Emmie, sweetheart?  Don't you?" he whispered.  Then he leaned down and
kissed the little girl on the lips.  When Bill straightened up after a few
seconds, Emily's eyes had closed.  Glancing up at Jack and Doctor Greeley,
the father explained, "She and her older brother have been experimenting
together since Emily was nine.  I've been watching the two of them secretly
for awhile now, and using concealed cameras I've recorded a good many of
their liaisons.  Not sure why," he shrugged.  "I've considered using the
material to encourage Emily to pursue some more progressive games, possibly
with a couple of friends of mine, but now that I've found Dr.  Greeley and
his remarkable family service, that may not be necessary," Bill Brand
concluded as he removed his hand from under his daughter's blouse.  "You
see, Jack, I much prefer to observe while another man entertains my little
girl.  It's just my thing, that's all," he said with a shrug and a grin. 
"In fact, why don't you go ahead, Jack.  I think Emily's ready to learn
some new games."

   "I...  I don't know," Jack answered, feeling suddenly very
self-conscious.

   "Now don't you worry about me, Jack," Bill Brand insisted.  "I'll just
stand over there," he said, nodding at some unknown point outside of the
circle of soft light which bathed the area around the exam chair and its
stunning occupant.  "I won't say a word, unless you want me to, so you can
just pretend I'm not even here, Jack." With that, the father of the
luscious little girl stepped back and all but disappeared.

   Jack's mind raced as he wrestled with indecision.  "Could he actually do
this?  Could he really get intimate with the young girl with her father in
the same room?" Minutes slipped away while Jack stared sightlessly down at
the specialized dental exam chair.  In fact, he barely noticed when the
intensity of the examination light increased.  And it was the voice of his
friend, Dr.  Martin Greeley that finally broke up Jack's mental
deliberations.

   "Come, come, Jack," the good doctor said in a jovial tone of voice as he
stepped up to the chair and into the circle of light.  "What are you
worried about?  Unlike the majority of my patients you've spent time with,
this time you have her father's permission.  What could be better?" he said
with a wry smile as he stood gazing down at the slender young beauty. 
Looking into the shadows, Dr.  Greeley commented, "You have a lovely little
girl, Mr.  Brand." Then after a brief pause the doctor asked.  "Do you mind
if I...?" he asked nodding down at the sleeping girl.

   "Not at all, Doc," the father's voice answered from the dim perimeter.

   "She's such a little pixie," Greeley murmured as he placed a hand onto
the youngster's right knee.  "Look how sleek and slender her legs are," the
good doctor offered to no one in particular as he shifted his hand to the
young girl's thigh then slipped it up under her skirt.  "She's mighty warm
down here, Jack, and her skin is as soft as silk," he murmured as he
allowed his fingers to play over the surface of her inner thigh just above
the hemline of her skirt.  Her leg twitched in response to his touch. 
"Come on, Jack.  Just look at her.  She's waiting for you.  Sweet Emily's
waiting for you." Dr.  Greeley glanced up at Jack and smiled as he removed
his hand from beneath the girl's skirt.  "Make her daddy happy, Jack.  Mr.
Brand wants you to teach his little girl.  Step up here and make Emily
happy too, Jack."

   Unexpectedly the good doctor reached out, took Jack by his right wrist
and placed his hand onto the young girl's bare tummy in the space between
the hem of her blouse and the waist band of her skirt.  Then with a little
wink, Dr.  Greeley withdrew, leaving Jack staring down upon the lovely
girl.

   Her flesh was on fire beneath his palm, and Jack's hand might just as
well have been glued to the child's belly judging from the difficulty he
experienced when it came time to remove it and press on.  No one could ever
doubt the intuitiveness of Dr.  Martin Greeley.  All it took was that one
touch to ignite Jack's desire for the lovely Emily Brand.

   "Well, Emily, my dear," Jack began after clearing his throat.  "It seems
that you and I are destined to become friends," he murmured softly. 
Tearing his hand from her warm tummy, Jack used the backs of his fingers to
stroke her pretty face, caressing her cheeks and lips ever so softly. 
"You're very pretty, Emily," he whispered affectionately and leaned down
and kissed her on the lips.  As he did, he inhaled a deep draft of her
delicate perfume, allowing her girlish bouquet to flood his senses.  Jack
began to kiss the slumbering girl on her cheeks and then her neck, slowly
working his way down inside the collar of her pretty blouse.  Pushing the
fabric aside, he kissed the sides of her neck and the tops of her shoulders
as far as he could reach into her collar.  The warm fragrance of her nubile
body wafted up from the inside of her blouse and caused Jack to become
drunk with desire.  He had to see more of Emily, and right away.

   A quick inspection of the child's blouse revealed that it was a
pullover, and that the fabric from which it was made didn't appear to be at
all elastic.  Initially Jack tried to tug the hem of the blouse up, taking
care not to disturb the length of clear plastic tubing that connected the
IV bottle hanging from the overhead rack to the needle which was carefully
inserted into a vein in Emily's arm.  But try as he might, he was only able
to work the girl's blouse about mid way up her rib cage.

   "This just won't do, Emily," Jack murmured as he gave up on the blouse
in favor of making a quick tactile investigation.  A smile spread on his
face as he slid his hand beneath the soft warm fabric.  "Oh, my, Emily,
sweetheart," Jack breathed heavily as he rested his hand on one firm little
breast.  "Your Daddy is right, honey.  You have very nice little titties,
Emily." Jack pinched the tiny nipple playfully and secured a precious
little moan for his efforts.  Pressing down with two fingertips, he then
swirled the tiny bud slowly around and around, feeling the firmer
developing mammary beneath the softer fatty breast tissue.  Small though
they were, Emily Brand's little breasts were indeed exquisite.

   "This just won't do, Emily," Jack repeated after a moment as he peered
off into the shadows of the exam room.

   "Dr.  Greeley," he called.  "Martin, are you there?" Jack asked of the
dimness.

   "Yes, Jack.  I'm here," the good doctor said, stepping forward into the
circle of light.  "What can I do for you?"

   "Would it be possible for you to disconnect the IV long enough for me to
remove her blouse?" Jack asked, nodding toward the thin catheter.

   After a moment's consideration, the doctor answered, "I suppose that can
be arranged, Jack, but I'm not sure I understand why."

   "She's so lovely, Martin," Jack Merrick murmured, gazing down at the
girl adoringly.  "You said it yourself.  She's an exquisite little pixie."

   "Yes, Jack.  She is indeed," the good doctor agreed, also gazing
appreciatively at the slumbering child.  "Now, about your request, Jack?"

   "I...  I want to take all her clothes off, Martin," Jack said.  Then to
the shadows, he added, "I want to see your little girl completely naked and
natural, Mr.  Brand.  Do you mind?"

   "Of course not, Jack," the father answered from the shadows.  "And
please, call me Bill."

   "Her blouse doesn't stretch, and there aren't any buttons or snaps,"
Jack explained.  "We need to remove the IV for a couple of seconds so I can
sit her up and slip her shirt over her head."

   The doctor thought about his friend's request for a second and then
replied, "Very well, Jack, but we'll need to move quickly." Jack nodded his
understanding.  "Let me take care of her IV first," Dr.  Greeley said. 
Jack waited patiently while the doctor first clamped off the catheter just
below the IV bottle, and then pulled the fine tubing out of the flow
regulator, taking great care not to allow any air to enter the system. 
Holding the end of the catheter tubing up, Greeley turned to Jack and said,
"When I tell you to, I want you to lean Miss Brand forward.  Then while you
pull her shirt over her head, I'll feed the tubing through the sleeve.  Do
you understand?"

   "I..  I think so," Jack replied.  He was a little nervous and very
excited.  "Just say when."

   "Do you need my help?" Bill Brand asked, stepping up to the opposite
side of the exam chair.

   "No, I don't think so, Mr.  Brand, but you might stand by just in case,"
Greeley responded.  "Are you ready, Jack?" Jack nodded.  "Move her
carefully then," the good doctor instructed.

   Happily, everything went like clockwork, and in less than a minute Dr.
Greeley was reattaching the catheter tubing to the IV bottle.  "That went
well," Greeley commented off-handedly as he removed the small clamp from
the tubing and restarted the system.  Then after making sure that the glass
flow regulator was dripping steadily, the doctor turned back to his
patient.

   "Oh, my goodness gracious me," Martin Greeley exclaimed, his voice
wavering a bit.  "Now there's a pretty sight," he commented appreciatively
as he operated the control that reclined the back of the specialized exam
chair.

   The other two men appeared to be speechless, as they watched the chair
lower the girl into a reclining position.  Jack held her blouse in his
hands, and as he gazed down at the slender, semi-naked body of the lovely
Miss Emily Brand, unconsciously Jack brought the soft fabric up and pressed
it to his lips.  The blouse was still warm, and when Jack inhaled his head
was inundated with her subtle bouquet.

   "Well," Bill Brand spoke up, interrupting Jack's revery.  "If you'll
excuse me, I'll let you two get acquainted."

   Jack would never know whether or not he answered the man, for he was
utterly enthralled by the vision of loveliness before him.  Jack moved in
slow motion, dreamlike, as he dropped the girl's blouse into a container
nearby provided for that purpose.  As though he was seeing through the eyes
of another man, he watched his arms extend and his hands close around her
waist.  He recalled marveling at the slenderness of the lovely child, as
his fingertips touched behind the small of her back and his thumbs met over
her tummy.  "You're a very pretty girl, Emily," Jack heard himself whisper
as he slid his hands slowly up her sides, feeling the contours of her ribs
beneath satin smooth skin.

   Pausing, Jack licked his lips, his mouth suddenly becoming very dry as
his eyes locked onto the two little cones of snow white flesh.  They were
superb, perfectly shaped and blemish free with the exception of one tiny
brown mole just below the slightly puffy areola of the left breast.  Jack
had never handled such petite titties and was a little unsure of how best
to proceed.  Then with a shrug, he decided simply to go with his instincts,
and let the slumbering youngster "tell" him her likes and dislikes.

   "It's all part of getting to know each other," Jack thought to himself
as he extended his thumbs and pressed carefully against the lower curves of
the two delicate cones.  With his fingers resting lightly on either side of
her torso Jack began to rotate his thumbs, pressing down every so gently
against the incredibly resilient flesh.  Gradually he expanded his circles,
and her little breasts flowed like warm milk under his thumbs.  Pressing
down a little harder, Jack felt the firmer mammary glands beneath the
softer fatty tissue.

   The sweet little pixie must have felt his touch, because for a second
she squirmed weakly in his hands.  Jack smiled and leaned closer to the
sweet child.  With his lips practically touching hers, Jack murmured, "You
like it when I touch you, don't you Emily." He slid his thumbs over her two
tiny nipples simultaneously.  "Yes, baby," Jack whispered, letting his lips
brush lightly against hers.  Her sweet breath was warm and fragrant against
his mouth, and dismissing yet another of the moral platitudes he'd listened
to all his life, Jack kissed the enchanting twelve year old full on the
mouth.

   Using one of the good doctor's favorite tricks, Jack reached up and
gently pinched the girl's nose closed.  Seconds later her pretty mouth
popped open and Jack was there waiting.  "Mmm, Emily," he purred into her
mouth as he swirled his tongue slowly around its warm interior.  She tasted
so very sweet.  "I recognize that taste," Jack thought as he located the
girl's tongue and began to toy with it.  "Bubble gum," he thought happily.
"Emmie tastes like bubble gum."

   Jack was in heaven.  He'd been with a number of young ladies recently,
thanks to Dr.  Greeley and his Family Services, but none held a candle to
this fresh little maiden.  Fairly certain that he was the first man to kiss
Emily in any kind of meaningful way, Jack took his time with her.  Using
his tongue he thoroughly explored her tender mouth, licking the backs of
her sparkling teeth and sucking gently at her pink lips.

   Meanwhile, Jack's hands were busy also.  In no time at all Emily's tiny
nipples firmed up under his expert tactile tutelage.  As he rolled the tiny
nubbins between his fingers, Jack discovered that she would exhale little
puffing breaths into his mouth each time he pinched her nipples.

   Raising his mouth from hers for a moment, Jack whispered, "You have such
pretty little titties, Emmie.  You wouldn't mind if I kiss them, would you
baby?" Jack showered her pretty face with tender kisses, and Emily moaned
softly when he pinched her breasts.  He kissed her slender neck, nuzzling
his face into her warm, fragrant hair.  Then he licked along the tops of
her dainty collar bones, and nibbled at the tops of her shoulders.  Jack
leaned over the young princess, resting his elbows on the surface of the
exam chair on either side of her slender body, her small breasts just
inches from his lips.  Jack paused for a moment just to admire the two
perfect little points up close and personal.  Then leaning down he took the
tiny nipple of the left breast between his pursed lips and shook his head
gently from side to side.  She squirmed beneath him delightfully.  Her
breasts were so tiny that Jack was able to completely cover each in turn
with his tongue, compressing the resilient little cones against her rib
cage.  Then he suckled each breast into his mouth, and finished up by
sipping tenderly at each erect nipple with pursed lips.

   Jack was surprised at how fascinated he'd become with this engaging
young lady.  When he took a moment to glance at his wristwatch, Jack was
shocked to find that nearly forty-five minutes had passed while he'd been
investigating Emily Brand's breasts.  It was time to move on.

   He stood beside the chair and gazed down at the pretty twelve year old.
Her tiny tits glistened with his saliva, and already she was showing a bit
of color in her cheeks.  Jack traced lightly over Emily's flat tummy using
the backs of his fingers and was delighted to feel her abdominal muscles
ripple beneath her warm skin in response to his touch.  The new sedative
drug that Doctor Greeley was using allowed Emily to feel and respond to the
physical sensations of their love making without being saddled with a lot
of unnecessary emotional baggage.  It was a highly satisfactory arrangement
in Jack's opinion.

   "Let's see about your pretty skirt, Emily," he muttered as he ran his
hands over her shapely hips, searching for a zipper.  Her little body was
marvelously firm beneath the soft linen skirt.  "You're such a stylish
dresser, Emmie," Jack purred, then he found it.  "Here we are, sweetheart,"
he whispered as he grasped the small metallic fob at her waist and zipped
the small zipper down over her right hip.  There was one small hook located
under the skirt's waistband at the top of the zipper, and Jack fumbled with
it for a minute before it came loose.  Moving down even with the girl's
knees Jack grasped the hem of the skirt and began to tug.  "Let's just see
what your big brother's been getting so worked up about, Emmie," he
mumbled.

   Inch by enticing inch the soft fabric slid down over the bewitching
curve of her hips, slowly exposing what turned out to be the most charming
pair of blue satin panties that Jack had ever laid eyes on.  They weren't
"little girl" panties either as Jack had expected.  To the contrary, Emily
Brand was growing up, and her choice of undergarments reflected her desire
to appear mature and worldly.  The shining satin covered only the important
parts, and then just barely.  Consisting of a tiny triangle in the front
and a waist band that resembled a shoe string, the thong cut panties were
simply stunning, especially on such a slender frame.

   It was at that moment as Jack stood gazing at the enchanting little
girl, after having deposited her skirt in the container along with her
blouse, that he realized just how flawless Emily's little body was. 
Everything was perfectly proportioned shoulders, waist, hips, legs
everything was exquisitely formed, a symphony of femininity in miniature.
Placing a hand on her right calf where it rested on the lower extremity
support of the exam chair, Jack reveled once again in the incredible warmth
of the girl as he slid his hand slowly up the outside of her leg and over
her hip, caressing her soft skin.  Smiling affectionately down at the sweet
child, Jack took the shoe string waist band of her panties in his
fingertips.  He wasn't sure what he'd uncover, for he'd never ventured down
this particular road with one so young before.

   Jack recalled what his own daughter, Tracy, had looked like in the buff
when she was Emily's age, because he'd taken a few discrete peeks from time
to time.  Although Tracy had later grown a lovely coat of golden curls,
when she was twelve, she was almost completely devoid of any pubic
covering.

   "Here we go Emmie," Jack murmured as he licked his lips and tugged
downward on the thin blue band.  Keeping his eye riveted to the fetching
little bulge beneath the small blue satin triangle, Jack exposed Emily
Brand to the light of day.

   "Oh my, Emily,: Jack said breathlessly as he gaped wide eyed at the
young girl.  Beneath the blue satin triangle of Emily's panties lay another
far more enchanting triangle.  Jack's mouth suddenly became as dry as the
Mojave Desert as he stared in awe at the precious child.  The bulge in
Emily's panties had been the result of two immaculate, full labia swelling
beneath a proud and prominent pubis mons.  At "almost thirteen", as Emily
liked to announce, she was still in that delightful period of early growth.
At this stage of her maturation, her pubic coat consisted of only a
delicate wisp of dark brown curls, covering the very center of her broad
pubic arch.  The soft fur narrowed immediately, such that it concealed only
the inside edges of her ample lips.  Emily's knees were together so Jack
couldn't tell how far down between her legs the feathery little Mohawk
extended, but he intended to find out soon enough.

   Unable to resist the raw magnetism of the lovely child, Jack's hand
moved toward her like a moth to a flame.  "You're so very nice and soft
down here, Emmie," Jack purred as he allowed the backs of his fingers to
caress the delicate down covering.  Then leaning down he brushed his lips
ever so gently across the child's soft brown fur.  Her wispy curls tickled
his nose as he nibbled at the edges of the charming little Mohawk, and the
engaging aroma of freshly bathed little girl filled his senses.  "Mmm,
you're such a lovely young lady, Emmie," Jack murmured into her downy fur
as he nibbled and kissed his way up to her prominent pubic arch.

   Meanwhile, after slipping a hand carefully between the young teen's legs
just above her knees, Jack moved it slowly up the inside of her thigh
closest to him.  So far the girl hadn't exhibited any significant reaction
to his attentions, but as soon as his finger tips touched the fabulously
soft skin in that special little pocket located on the inner thigh adjacent
to the labia majora, Miss Emily stirred.

   In the "old days", back when Jack first began to explore the personal
charms of his own teenage daughter, he would have frozen in terror, fearful
that Tracy was about to wake up and discover her father taking liberties
with her.  But that was then and this is now.  Jack had long since learned
to trust in the good doctor's abilities, and in the effectiveness of the
anesthetic.  The fact that Emily was able to squeeze her legs together,
trapping his hand temporarily in a marvelously soft and hot environment,
was not an indication that she was regaining consciousness.  Dr.  Greeley
had taken the time to educate Jack about the innovative new sedative
compound he'd chosen for his family service practice, explaining that the
girls would probably be a little more animated than what Jack was used to
under the old anesthetic.  So, when after a few seconds, he felt the
youngster relax her "grip" on his hand, he wasn't the slightest bit
concerned about moving on until the edge of his index finger made contact
with the resilient lobes of Emily's labia majora.  The sweet "almost
thirteen" year old flinched when Jack first touched her, as somewhere deep
in her psyche her female alarm sounded the alert.  Then as he began to
apply a bit more pressure against her intimate person, the fetching little
pixie moaned softly, and again she clamped her thighs tightly together in
an unconscious effort to immobilize his offending hand.  Unfortunately or
fortunately, depending upon who's views you share, it was too late.  Jack
was already there in that warm, slightly moist vestibule immediately
outside of her gates.  His finger tips were actually in the "socket" the
natural alcove formed by the intersection of the inner thighs, the labia
majora and the buttocks, designed to accept the male appendage and direct
it into the vagina.

   Emily moaned again, a little louder this time, when Jack began to move
his hand in a slow, sawing motion, urging the edge of his index finger
between her outer gates and into that most pleasant environment of velvet
softness and intimate feminine warmth and moisture.

   "Shh...shh...shh," Jack whispered as he gazed down upon the enchanting
young girl.  While he looked on, Emily furrowed her little brow and parted
her lips, revealing her twinkling white teeth.  "You're a good girl,
Emmie," Jack murmured softly as he continued to move his hand between her
legs, the edge of his finger gliding over rose petal folds as smooth as
silk.

   Chapter Three

   Jack was perfectly content simply to gaze upon the bewitching young
girl. With his hand tucked between her slender thighs he stood over her
drinking in her tantalizing beauty, and probably would have remained
utterly lost in her had the good doctor not spoken up.

   "Are you alright, Jack?" Dr.  Greeley asked when he saw his friend and
client standing trance-like beside the examination chair and its comely
occupant.

   "Uhh...yeah, Martin...I," Jack responded, shaking out the cobwebs.

   "I don't want to rush you or anything, but even the new anesthetic has
its limits," the doctor commented, glancing at his wristwatch.

   "I...I understand, Doc," Jack answered, looking a bit sheepish.  "I'll
tell you, I do believe I could spend the whole day just looking at Emily.
Then to the shadows he added, "You have an enchanting young daughter,
Bill."

   "Thanks, Jack," Bill Brand replied from a discrete distance.

   "Let me give you a hand with the lower extremity supports," Dr.  Greeley
offered, stepping up beside his friend.  "Oh, my yes," the good doctor
murmured.  "She is a lovely girl.  They're so cute at this age, aren't
they," Greeley asked rhetorically as without compunction he reached down
and began to pluck gently at the slumbering youngster's wispy curls.  "I
simply adore a pretty little Mohawk," he commented offhandedly.

   Together the two men retrieved and attached the specialized stainless
steel leg supports to the examination chair after first removing its
regular padded lower section.  Next they adjusted the supports upward and
locked them into place.  Then carefully raising Miss Emily's legs the two
men placed her calves into the molded fiberglass cradles designed for that
purpose.  No restraining devices were required.

   "That should do it," Dr.  Greeley said after reclining the chair's
backrest and adjusting the arm supports.  "You two have a nice time now,"
he added with a wink.  Before turning away, Greeley took a moment to
inspect the IV drip.  Then after glancing at his wristwatch the good doctor
said, "We'll need to think about waking her up in about sixty minutes."

   "Thanks, Martin," Jack replied a bit absently, for his eyes were
fastened on the lovely child reclining in the specialized chair.

   In its current configuration, Miss Emily Brand was cradled in a
pleasantly accommodating position Her torso was supported in a
semi-recumbent attitude by the chair's padded back rest such that her
pretty face was visible and her lovely little breasts accessible to her
partner.  Emily's hips were positioned even with the bottom edge of the
seat, created when the lower end of the couch-like exam chair was removed
and replaced with the tubular steel leg supports.  Her pretty little bottom
overhung this padded threshold by a few inches, further insuring
accessibility.  There was no chance that Emily might slide down and out of
the seat because her knees were elevated and her calves supported at a
level slightly above that of her shoulders, and her slender thighs were
spread to a comfortably obliging width.

   Jack gazed down at the enchanting display of adolescent loveliness for
perhaps a minute, before placing one hand onto the youngster's right leg.
Not for the last time, he noted just how soft and warm the girl's skin was
as, while trailing his hand down the top of her calf, Jack stepped to the
foot of the chair then up between her knees.  Bringing both his hands then
up to the sweet girl's knees Jack gaped slack jawed at the heavenly cradle
of Emily Brand's femininity.

   Thanks to the wonderful examination chair, the bewitching little lady
lay before him open for inspection.  Jack licked his lips, for his mouth
was quite dry as he noted that his previous assumption had been accurate.
Emily's cute little Mohawk extended only a very short distance between her
slender thighs, leaving the remainder of her labia majora unfettered by
pubic curls.  Jack was very pleased, for ever since entering into a
relationship with the lovely Miss Kim Lai, he'd developed a sincere
appreciation for young ladies who were smooth and unencumbered.  They were
an absolute joy to be with, in Jack's opinion, and additionally they were
much easier to clean following their amorous little trysts.

   The pale and luscious lobes of Emily's outer gates were presently
slightly parted; enough, in any case, that Jack caught a glimpse of the
darker pink folds responsible for maintaining the youngster's abdominal
integrity.  "You're so pretty, Emmie, sweetheart," he said in a hoarse
whisper as he slid his hand slowly down the insides of the slumbering
girl's legs.  "Suppose we let Uncle Jack see what a big girl we are so we
can make your Daddy happy, Emmie, honey." The immaculately smooth flesh of
her inner thighs trembled slightly when Jack used his thumbs to spread her
open a little more.  "That's my girl, Emmie," he purred as he knelt between
the little girl's legs and pressed his lips to the amazingly soft skin
immediately adjacent to her labia majora, first on one thigh then on the
other.  It was at that moment that Jack received his first intoxicating
hint of her adolescent bouquet.  "God!  She's marvelous!" Jack exclaimed
silently, moving his lips to within centimeters of the source of that
superb perfume.

   At the tender age of "almost thirteen" the enchanting youngster hadn't
yet become acutely aware of or self-conscious about her feminine scent, and
as a result Jack was treated to a heady aroma, both rich and moist.  Later
in life Emily, like most young ladies, would regrettably make a concerted
effort to eliminate or disguise this inspiring fragrance, but for now Jack
was fortunate enough to partake of Emily in all of her youthful potency and
vitality.

   The sharp and zesty flavor of the young girl literally exploded into
Jack's mouth, when at last, while gazing at her innocent face over her
tummy, he extended his tongue between Emily Brand's intimate folds.  In
spite of the highly effective sedative compound that she continued to
receive at a precisely controlled rate, the young beauty's tactile senses
were still functioning.  Granted, in a greatly reduced capacity, but
clearly enough to allow Emily to share in the experience.  No sooner had
Jack's tongue made contact with her inner petals than Emily's narrow hips
lurched upward off the seat of the exam chair.  Jack took the opportunity
to slide his hands beneath her elegant little derriere.  Then as Emily
unwittingly pressed herself upward against his lips, Jack cradled her in
his palms like a ripe melon, allowing her exquisite tanginess to flood his
senses.  Once again he lost all track of time as his lips and tongue danced
over the most intimate and private areas of Emily Brand's budding
femininity.  More than once her hips bucked and rolled in his hands as the
impulses resulting from Jack's loving attentions made inroads into her
psyche.  While Jack feasted on the immaculate little girl, he imagined how
she would react were she to discover the true nature of their newly formed
relationship.  Obviously she would be mortified at first, but would she
later come to accept him?  "I doubt it," Jack concluded as he took two or
three suckling sips of her just over her vaginal opening.  He made a mental
note to speak with Emily afterward, for Jack enjoyed chatting with his
young partners and derived a great deal of contentment from having shared
with them on such a deeply personal level.

   "That's her favorite game," Bill Brand's voice spoke from nearby,
scaring the hell out of Jack.  He'd closed his eyes minutes ago, allowing
his entire being to center around the magnificent flavor and texture of his
nubile companion.  When Jack did open his eyes and spied Bill Brand
standing beside the exam chair, he suddenly became extremely
self-conscious. He found it rather uncomfortable maintaining intimate
contact with the lovely pre-teen with her father standing right beside
them, even though the man seemed content to fidget with his daughter's tiny
nipples which by now were quite hard.  Jack stood up quickly, and then
realizing that his mouth and cheeks were wet with a mixture of Emily's
intimate moisture and his own saliva he wiped his face on his shirt sleeve.


   "Don't stop on my account," the father of Jack's tender lover insisted.
"It looked to me like Emmie was having a pretty good time."

   "Well, I.." Jack began lamely.  He knew that he was blushing hotly.

   "Like I said, that's one of Emily's favorite games.  In fact, I've
probably got a couple of hours of video of her older brother showing Emmie
a good time just like that.  If you'd like to borrow one, I can drop a
couple of tapes off with Dr.  Greeley.  You really should see the one where
her brother talks her into oral sex the very first time.  It's priceless,"
Bill Brand commented as he dropped his hand down to his daughter's tummy
and began to rub her affectionately.

   Jack stood watching the man, not knowing exactly how to proceed.  It was
an awkward situation, and one which might have ended his liaison with the
lovely Emily prematurely had not the father once again spoken up.

   "So, Jack.  Are you going to make love to my little girl?" Bill Brand
asked as though he were asking for the time of day.  Meanwhile, he slipped
his hand between his daughter's legs and extended a finger between her
labia.  "I'd say she's ready for you, Jack," the man commented casually as
he held up his hand for Jack to see.  Clearly the youngster was beginning
to self-lubricate, for her daddy's finger was coated with silky fluid.

   "Well, I...  I don't know, I.." Jack stammered self-consciously.  He
certainly had entertained the thought, but looking down at the petite young
lady, Jack wasn't sure she would be able to accommodate him without injury.
"Has she?  I mean, is she...?"

   "If you're asking me whether Emmie's a virgin or not, Jack, I really
couldn't tell you," Bill said with a shrug as he returned his hand to his
daughter.  "I've seen her brother lie on top of her a time or two, but I
have no idea if she actually let him take her, and I know that Jeff
wouldn't force himself on his sister."

   Jack stared dumbly at the Bill Brand.  He was having a hard time
understanding how the man could speak so nonchalantly about his own
daughter.  But considering how far he himself had come with regards to his
daughter, Tracy, Jack kept an open mind.

   "I know one sure fire way to find out if my little Emmie's been a good
girl, Jack," Bill said with a wink.

   "Well, yeah, I...  I suppose I could take a look," Jack offered.  "But
honestly, I'm not sure I know what to look for."

   "That's not what I meant, Jack," Bill Brand explained with mock
exasperation.  "I don't want you to look at Emily, Jack.  I want you to
fuck her!"

   Jack was stunned by the man's bluntness, but glancing downward he
watched as Bill Brand rubbed his little girl with more authority.  There
was little doubt that sweet Emily felt it too, for her slender body had
begun to twist and writhe beneath her father's loving caresses.

   "That's right, Jack.  Just look how pretty my little Emmie is?" Bill
Brand said as he skillfully manipulated the young girl's private flesh such
that Jack got an eye full of moist sparkling pink folds surrounding a small
and inviting entryway.  "Go ahead, Jack.  Emmie's waiting for you.  I know
my little girl.  I've seen her many times with her brother, and I promise
you, Jack.  She likes it.  Emmie likes to play "big girl" games."

   Unconsciously Jack had unzipped himself, and as he listened to Bill
Brand's words of encouragement he stroked himself to full erection, all the
while keeping his eyes fixed upon his petite target.

   "There you go, Jack.  Look at her little hips move.  Emmie wants to fuck
her Uncle Jack.  I can tell."

   Jack glanced up at the man, but quite honestly he barely heard what he
was saying, for Jack was concentrating.  In his right fist he gripped his
erect manhood, keeping himself rigid while he rubbed the somewhat bulbous
head up and down over folds of flesh as soft as silk.  Bill Brand, in the
mean time, moved toward the head of the exam chair where he busied himself
with his daughter's little breasts.

   "You don't mind if I stick around, do you Jack?" he asked as he swirled
one small and supple cone beneath two finger tips.  "You know, at least
until that "special moment"."

   "OK," Jack answered absently.  Secretly he wished the man would be
quiet. He was ruining the mood.  Bill had been right about one thing
though. Emily's hips were definitely on the move.  At the moment she
appeared to be instinctively mirroring with her pelvis, the up and down,
hunting motion of Jack's manhood.  At last Jack felt he was ready.  Once
the moral ramifications were justified and the decision made, his thoughts
became remarkably well ordered.  Pushing himself downward between Emily's
thighs he allowed the head of his penis to settle into the little girl's
"socket".  So far she was a perfect fit.  Gently, Jack pushed against her,
testing her resistance to penetration, and felt Emily begin to dilate. 
Immediately the youngster seemed to freeze as if in preparation.  Jack
tightened his grip on his shaft, although he couldn't remember ever having
been so hard before.  With his free hand, he grasped his young partner
above her right hip.  Then, since Emily's father was standing only a few
feet away, Jack looked up at the man and asked in all sincerity, "Are you
sure you want me to do this, Bill?  It's not too late to call the whole
thing off.  I am quite content, having had the privilege of getting to know
your lovely daughter as much as I have," he offered.

   "I wouldn't hear of it, Jack," Bill Brand responded resolutely. 
"Emily's been experimenting with her older brother for nearly four years,
and it's time she quit playing kid's games and grew up.  You have a
daughter of your own with whom you've developed a special bond, so I can't
think of anyone better suited to usher my little girl into womanhood.  I
know you'll be careful and gentle with Emily.  After all, you're her Uncle
Jack," Bill concluded with a smile.

   Jack returned the man's smile and shrugged.  "Well, Emmie, sweetheart,
it appears that we have your father's blessings, so perhaps it's time you
and I become really good friends." Jack squared his shoulders and was about
to take the plunge, when suddenly he had an afterthought.  "Say, Bill,
would you be good enough to hand me that tube of K-Y there in the
instrument tray on the right." Temporarily easing his pressure on the young
girl's gates, Jack took the tube from Emily's dad and spent a minute
anointing himself with the water base lubricant.  "Thanks," he said handing
the tube back to Bill Brand.  "It might make things go a little easier for
her," Jack explained.

   Bill smiled.  He knew he'd picked the right guy to be with his lovely
daughter.

   Chapter Four

   Thanks to the remarkable design of the external female reproductive
system, Jack found himself guided directly to his young partner's vaginal
portal with minimal effort.  "OK, Emmie," he murmured as once again Jack
pushed against the tiny opening.  "Easy, sweetheart," he whispered when he
felt the girl's body grow tense.  Sliding his free hand from her hip to the
soft flesh of her lower abdomen, Jack began to massage Emily's tummy just
above her pubic arch.  He pushed a little harder, and again he felt the
telltale dilation against the head of his penis.  "That's my girl," Jack
spoke soothing words of encouragement.  "Only twelve years old," he
thought, feeling a pang of compunction.  Unexpectedly Jack had an almost
overwhelming notion that he was going to seriously hurt the pretty young
girl.  In fact he was about to abort his efforts when suddenly the head of
his cock literally exploded into the exquisite little brunette.

   "Oh, Emmie," Jack groaned as several things happened at once.  As soon
as he felt her defenses crumble, Jack ceased all forward pressure such that
only a little over an inch of his manhood advanced into the hot confines of
Emily's previously unexplored vaginal passage.  Simultaneously the young
girl's hips lurched upward and to one side as she accepted her first lover
into her nubile body.  What was most disconcerting to Jack, however, was at
the moment of her transition into adulthood, Emily's huge brown eyes flew
open wide and staring.  He doubted very seriously if she had any idea what
was happening to her, but Jack held perfectly still as the lovely girl
gazed up at him blankly for one very long minute.  Then after a small
wince, slowly Emily's eyes closed, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief. 
He'd been terrified for a second that she would put two and two together
and react badly, but thankfully it had merely been an instinctive reaction
to the intrusion into her female spaces.  When all was said and done, Emily
wouldn't remember a thing about loss of her innocense.

   Jack looked down his glistening shaft, protruding from between the young
girl's heavy labia and noticed a tiny amount of blood welling from around
his manhood.  He realized then that he had indeed deflowered the girl, and
he would always cherish the knowledge that he had been her first.  The
physical act itself, though, had been rather unremarkable In fact, Jack
hadn't even noticed when his impaling member tore through Emily's virgin
barrier.  It had simply happened.  One second he was outside and the next
he was inside, and that was that.

   The interior of enchanting twelve year old was unquestionably a
delightful place to be, however, and as Jack gazed down upon the little
beauty, he felt her adjust herself around the unfamiliar mass inside.  Her
tummy heaved a couple of times, possibly due to some minor cramping, but
soon thereafter she seemed to settle down, her young body at last accepting
his presence.  The spasmodic vaginal contractions he'd experienced upon
initial penetration subsided, and as soon as he felt her relax, Jack made
his move.

   Returning his hands to the youngster's hips, he marveled once again at
the incredible slenderness of her waist as he thrust forward carefully with
his hips.  Delighting in the sensation of her supple vaginal walls
separating and then folding around him, Jack advanced another two inches.
Then feeling resistance, he paused, allowing his tender lover to adjust. 
While he waited, Jack took a second to admire young Miss Brand again.  So
willow thin, and petite she was.  Her flawless skin seemed to glow in the
softened overhead light.  Her diminutive breasts were flushed a soft shade
of pink, their tiny nipples erect and firm from all of the attention they'd
been getting.  Her face was nothing short of angelic, her soft lips parted
slightly as she lay in innocent repose.  It was the kind of idyllic setting
that one could only experience at the Family Services Clinic, and as Jack
watched Bill Brand stroke his young daughter's face tenderly and then felt
the sweet child contract firmly around him, Jack felt fully alive.

   "How is she, Jack?  How's my little Emmie?" Bill Brand asked softly. 
Then, giving Jack a friendly smile, he reached down and toyed with one of
Emily's little breasts.

   His reverie interrupted for the moment, Jack looked up at the expectant
father.  "She's delightful, Bill," he assured him.  "I would never have
imagined that a girl Emily's age could be so accommodating," Jack added,
choosing his words carefully.  After all, he needed to consider the man's
sensibilities.

   Glancing downward, Jack extracted an inch or so of glistening cock from
inside his tender companion.  As he did, he felt Emily close down behind
him.  Although her unseasoned vaginal muscles lacked the fitness which
comes from regular exercise, her youthful elasticity provided ample
compensation.  Cycling his hips, Jack moved slowly back into the adolescent
beauty, and this time he managed a slightly more penetrating foray into
those warm, clutching depths before pausing to let Emily's anatomy
reconcile itself to his presence.

   Again Jack glanced in Bill's direction, trying to think of something to
say under the circumstances, but thankfully the man held up his hand,
bidding Jack to remain silent.

   "I'm going to leave now Jack, now that I know my little girl is in good
hands," Bill Brand said.  "I'll be out in the waiting room, and I'll see
you after you're finished.  You kids have a wonderful time." Before
departing, Bill placed a hand on Emily's cheek and murmured, "You be nice
to your Uncle Jack, Emily.  Show him what a big girl you are." Then with a
wink in Jack's direction, Bill Brand turned and walked away.

   Jack was a little puzzled by the man's behavior, but considering the
ongoing relationship that he himself had with his daughter, Tracy, Jack
decided that in his own way, Bill Brand loved his little girl.  One thing
Jack was sure of, however, was now that the father was no longer around to
distract him, Jack certainly intended to love her.

   Jack began slowly and gently in deference to Emily's youth and lack of
experience.  A couple more test soundings gave him a pretty good feel for
the actual capacity of his young lover.  Jack had always considered himself
to be reasonably well endowed, and he was still concerned about hurting the
young girl.  He was pleasantly surprised then upon discovering that Miss
Emily seemed capable of handling about half of his nine inches without
difficulty.

   "That's my girl," Jack murmured affectionately as he seated the head of
his cock solidly into the deepest part of her nubile vaginal canal.  "Half
will be fine for now, sweetheart," Jack whispered.  He felt certain that he
and Emily would be seeing each other again, and that there would be plenty
of opportunities for the two of them to work on that other half in the
future.

   Applying an ever so slight pressure against her resistance, Jack
imagined the broad head of his manhood pressing firmly against Emily's
cervix.  When he then placed the palm of his right hand onto her warm,
rounded tummy, he felt her youthful abdominal muscles flex hard beneath his
fingers, indicating that she was full.

   "You're my little pixie, aren't you Emmie," Jack whispered as he began a
slow, smooth rhythm.  "Uncle Jack's gonna make you very happy, baby," he
said to her.  As if in answer, Emily parted her pretty lips and began to
breathe through her mouth in time to his love making.  It required a good
deal of self-control for Jack to refrain from increasing either the
forcefulness or frequency of his thrusts, for every fiber of his being
screamed for him fuck Emily like there was no tomorrow.  He found, though,
that gazing down on the girl and watching her slender body move slowly
beneath him, reminded him of her innocense and youth.

   It was a big day for Miss Emily Brand.  Taking a lover for the first
time only happens to a girl once, and Jack wanted to make it really special
for her.  Granted, Emily was unaware, for all intents and purposes, of his
true feelings for her.  However, thanks to the superb new sedative compound
the good doctor used on his young patients nowadays, Jack suspected that
Emily received at least some of the physical benefits resulting from their
time together.  She was young and inexperienced, but none the less, she was
female, and as Jack continued to deliver slow, measured strokes to her,
Emily's inner female began to respond.

   "That's my little pixie girl," Jack said, his voice slightly hoarse. 
"You're learning, baby." He felt her untried vaginal muscles begin to
respond, testing their bounds, compensating instinctively for the steadily
alternating increase and decrease in internal mass.  The first moist,
sticky sound from between her slender legs, supported high and widely
separated by Doctor Greeley's wonderful chair, was music to Jack's ears,
leading him to believe that Miss Emily was beginning to participate.  The
K-Y Jelly he'd used on himself to help facilitate a trouble free entry had
done its job very well, and Jack was glad he'd taken the time to apply it.
But the fact that Emily was beginning to self-lubricate indicated that
signals were arriving in the pleasure centers of her brain from her
reproductive anatomy, which in turn was being instructed to prepare her for
insemination.

   Inside of young Miss Brand things were in motion.  During sexual arousal
the cervix (entryway to the womb) will lift upwards, and the fornix
(vestibule to the uterus) may also extend upwards into the body as long as
is necessary to receive the increased mass of the penis.  To either side of
the vaginal opening are the Bartholin's glands, which produce small amounts
of lubricating fluid, apparently to keep the inner labia moist during
periods of sexual excitement.  Further within are the hymen glands, which
are responsible for secreting adequate quantities of mucous to lubricate
the entire length of the vaginal canal, keeping it navigable.  Following
intercourse, the contraction of the vagina will allow the cervix to rest
inside the fornix, which in its relaxed state is bowlshaped, perfect for
the pooling of semen.

   Having a reasonably good working understanding of the female
reproductive anatomy, Jack was understandably delighted by the increasing
frequency of the soft, liquid, sputtering reports which issued from Emily's
vagina.  He'd returned his hands to her waist a few minutes earlier, so he
noticed right away when the slender beauty started to move her hips,
rocking her pelvis in time to his gentle cadence.

   There was no doubt in his mind that she was both aroused by and
responding to his attentions.  A minute ago, she'd rolled her head to the
side and begun breathing deeply, regularly and audibly through her mouth.
From time to time Jack would pause, propel himself fully into his luscious
lover and hold for a moment, and each time young Emily's hips would
continue in motion.

   "That right, baby.  Fuck me, Emmie.  Fuck me, honey," Jack coached his
tender young partner.

   Judging by the marked increase in the level of her participation in
their love making, Jack thought that the sweet youngster might be closing
on orgasm, but since this was their first time together he didn't know
Emily's signs.

   Every girl cums in her own special way, much like every good tennis
player has his or her own individual service motion.  There are, of course,
a few general indicators of impending climax, like regular and rapid
vaginal contractions, for example.  But unless you've been with a
particular young lady before it can be difficult to predict the exact
moment.  Furthermore, some women get their jollies by faking orgasm in an
effort to gain control over the timing and/or duration of the engagement.
Be that as it may, unless she is willing or able to feign every climax,
eventually every girl will begin to ramp up toward sexual apogee, and at
that time her special signs will become clearly evident.  She will surely
show her sexual service motion.

   Jack's daughter, Tracy, who for the most part was a fairly athletic
lover, would freeze abruptly just before that magic moment.  Then when the
first wave hit, her hips would lurch and roll a couple of times quite
violently.  Jack had almost been expelled from his little girl the first
time it happened, but after their second or third coupling, he learned to
recognize Tracy's signs and to hang on tight.

   Miss Emily was definitely exhibiting many of the outward physical signs
of female arousal.  Her breathing rate was decidedly rapid.  Her mouth
remained open most of the time now, and she'd begun to roll her head slowly
from side to side regularly.  Her normally milky white complexion had taken
on a goodly amount of color especially in her shoulders, neck and face. 
The nickel sized areolae which sat atop her delectable little breast cones
had lost their satiny appearance, their once smooth skin becomming taut and
constricted.

   "Are you getting ready to cum for Uncle Jack, honey?" he asked his
slumbering young partner tenderly.  "She's got to be close," Jack mused. 
He certainly was.  The slow, steady rhythm he'd maintained for almost
fifteen minutes had allowed him to feel every fluffy, convoluted cubic inch
of Emily's supple interior, and Jack was beginning to sense those telltale
fiery fingers tickling at the edges of his loins.

   Then a mildly disturbing thought occurred to him.  "Can twelve year old
girls have orgasms?" Jack wondered.  He thought they could, but he wasn't
positive.  "Maybe Uncle Jack needs to help his little pixie a bit," Jack
muttered.  He knew what Tracy liked.  At practically any point during their
love making, if Jack were to start with his thumb over Tracy's clitoris, he
could have her bucking like a wild filly in seconds.  Perhaps Emily would
enjoy that as well.  Jack decided it was worth a try.  After all, he wanted
his newfound love to enjoy his company.

   It was tiny and undeveloped and hidden beneath a thin shroud of
incredibly smooth skin, but it was there.  Borrowing a bit of her own
natural lubricant from the side of his slowly pistoning cock shaft, Jack
slipped his thumb between Emily's rose petal labia minora then moved it
slowly upward in the direction of her pubic arch.  At first the bewitching
girl gave no indication that she felt his touch upon her most intimate
flesh until the tip of Jack's thumb arrived at the juncture of the two
supple folds of moist flesh.

   Her sudden whimpering cry and the abrupt motion of her pelvis actually
startled Jack, causing him to jerk his hand away.  "Well, we know that
works," he chuckled as he returned his hand to his tender young companion,
and no sooner had he re-located that special spot than Emily reacted
audibly once more.  This time, however, Jack held his ground and pressed
down firmly over the tiny bundle of ultra-sensitive nerve endings.

   "Cum for me, Emmie, darling," Jack coaxed as he began swirling his thumb
around and around.

   It began as an almost "buzzing " sensation, very subtle and located deep
inside of the lithe little beauty.  But then like the shock wave of a
nuclear explosion, it flashed up the length of her vaginal passage,
intensifying exponentially.  Before Jack knew what was happening, he found
his cock enveloped in a rapidly vibrating sheath of searing hot flesh which
soon began to contract and dilate rhythmically around him.  It was like
being milked with a hot vibrator, and it caught Jack completely off guard.
The only outward indications that the youngster was going super-nova that
Jack noticed were the pursing of her lips, and the soft kind of purring
sound she made.  But even those signs he recalled only in retrospect.

   As you no doubt remember, Jack had been pretty close to cumming,
himself, and had been teetering on the edge, struggling for control for
several minutes.  He certainly never intended to inseminate Bill Brand's
pretty "almost thirteen" year old daughter.  In fact, Jack prided himself
in his ability hang in there, regularly outlasting even exceptionally
enthusiastic lovers like his daughter, Tracy.  Furthermore, he greatly
enjoyed making use of his now widely popular dixie cup system, not to
mention the possible risk of impregnation one of his sweet consorts.

   Chapter Five

   "Ohhhh!  S..s..shitttt!" Jack gasped and jerked his hips back, yanking
his manhood out of the sizzling pre-teen with an audible suctioning sound.

   "Sssplop!"

   Unfortunately it was too late.  Jack couldn't remember ever having cum
so hard in his adult life.  If semen were bullets it would have exited the
top of the girl's head and gone right through the wall, so powerful was the
force behind the twin eruptions he'd hurled into Emily Brand's vagina
before pulling free of her.  Jack's third and forth ropey white salvos
arced wildly through space, with most of it landing on the face, neck and
torso of his pretty young partner.

   "Oh, oh!  It looks like we've got a little mess on our hands," Doctor
Greeley said goodnaturedly from the head of Emily's exam chair.  Being the
professional man that he was, and having heard Jack's somewhat off color
exclamation, he'd come right over.  "Are you alright, Jack?" Greeley asked
when he noticed Jack's expression of concern.  "It's not a big deal,
really. We've got plenty of time left to get Miss Brand cleaned up, so
don't worry, my friend," the good doctor assured him, but Jack wasn't
listening.

   His knees had gone all rubbery as seeming his entire life force had been
ejected out of the end of his crank.  Dr.  Greeley had found him leaning
heavily against the Brand girl's right leg propped up by the extremity
support of the chair, and that is where he stood still.  The thought that
he might have just impregnated his young partner weighed heavily on Jack,
and looking up at last at his friend, Dr.  Greeley, he said in a worried
voice, "I came inside of her, Martin."

   The good doctor had never been one to panic, and he saw no reason to
start now.  His first action, therefore, was to pick up the girl's medical
chart from where it hung nearby, and leafing through the various forms
contained inside the aluminum binder, Dr.  Greeley searched for information
concerning Emily's state of sexual maturity.  Jack in the meantime tried to
gather himself together while he awaited the doctor's professional opinion.

   "Ahh.." Dr.  Greeley said after a moment, and then after closing the
metal clipboard, he returned it to its storage hook.  Looking up at Jack he
said in a calm, clinical voice, "Well, it appears that our little lady has
begun menstruating.  Additionally it is noted in her chart that Emily is
allergic to certain kinds of steroids, one of which is present in the
systemic contraceptive we generally give to our young patients.  So I
suppose the chance of pregnancy exists." Seeing Jack's pained reaction to
this news, Greeley held up a hand.  "Now hold on a minute, Jack.  There's
certainly no reason to get all worked up just yet," he said reassuringly.
"Miss Brand's records indicate that she began her monthly cycles only
recently, so it's entirely possible that she will not conceive at all. 
Additionally, there are a couple of measures we can take to help to ensure
a satisfactory outcome.

   "If you say so," Jack said quietly, regaining some of his composure. 
"Jeeze, I'm really sorry, Martin," he added.

   "Don't worry about it, Jack," Doctor Greeley said with a warm smile. 
"First of all, I can have Nurse Blackwell come in and give Miss Brand a
vaginal douche.  Unless, of course, you would prefer to do the honors."
That garnered a smile from Jack and made him feel a little better.  "Also,
there's a procedure we can try right now which has proven effective in the
past.  Here, let me have a look a tour girl, Emily" Martin Greeley said,
moving to the foot of the chair and swapping places with Jack.

   Jack stood quietly beside the chair and watched the doctor work.  He was
somehow reluctant to look at Emily.  He suspected he felt a little guilty
still.

   Leaning down between the pretty girl's legs, Dr.  Greeley removed a
penlight from his lab coat and began his inspection.  Using the index
finger and thumb of his left hand, the doctor carefully opened Emily's
labia majora and shined his light on the moist pink flesh between.  "Did
you dump your entire load into her, Jack?" Greeley asked with a little
chuckle, noting the small amount of viscous fluid which drooled from the
girl's tightly sealed vaginal portal.  Other than that, however, a slight
inflamation of the surrounding tissue and negligibly greater amounts of
moisture present were the only visible signs that the sweet child had even
had sex.  "Amazing," the good doctor muttered under his breath.  He would
always remain in awe of the female reproductive system.  "Hand me that K-Y,
if you would, please," Dr.  Greeley said to his friend.  "I'm going to try
to encourage Miss Emily here, to give up some of the little, ah..  "gift"
you gave her," he said with a grin as he squeezed a healthy dollop of
lubricant onto his first finger.  "You might want to watch this in case
something like this ever happens again," Greeley said to Jack, handing him
the blue and white tube.

   Jack returned the K-Y Jelly to the instrument tray beside the head of
the exam chair and then moved to the other end for a better view.  Peering
over Emily's left leg, he then watched the good doctor slip his lubricated
finger smoothly into the girl's rectum.

   "There we go, little one," Dr.  Greeley purred as he rotated his finger
slowly from side to side until he'd worked it all the way in to the hilt,
and his knuckles pressed tightly against the young girl's firm buttocks. 
Emily groaned softly, but otherwise lay still.

   Glancing up at Jack, the good doctor explained the technique he used as
though he were addressing a medical student.  "As you may or may not know,
Jack," he said in a clinical tone of voice.  "The muscles a young woman
uses to encourage the expulsion of excrement from the bowel are, what we
refer to as, sympathetically linked to the muscles of the birth canal."

   Jack watched, enthralled as the doctor rotated his hand palm upward, his
finger deeply implanted in sweet Emily's rear end.  As he looked on, he
noted the muscles in Dr.  Greeley's forearm begin to flex rhythmically, and
soon thereafter the little brunette's soft tummy bulged outward.

   "When Emily senses the mass of my finger inside of her little fanny, she
instinctively bears down with her rectal sphincter.  Simultaneously the
muscles responsible for vaginal contraction during both copulation and
childbirth will flex, and hopefully..." he paused for a moment.  Then,
"That's my girl," the good doctor cooed as a reasonably large quantity of
viscus fluid "spooched" from between young Emily's labia minora and drooled
down onto his palm.  Continuing his internal palpations, Dr.  Greeley, over
the next few minutes, was able to coax a significant amount of Jack's
little "gift" from inside the young girl, until at last a few milky bubbles
were all she could produce.

   "Thank you, sweetheart," Dr.  Greeley purred as he placed his other hand
onto Emily's tummy and then slowly extracted his finger from her clutching
rectal passage.  "You're a good girl, Emily," said the good doctor.  "And
now it's time to get you cleaned up, my dear," he added as he dried his
hands on a nearby hand towel.  Turning to Jack, he then said, "I think we
should go ahead and give her a vaginal douche, just for extra measure. 
Shall I call for the nurse?"

   "No, no," Jack replied.  "I was the one who made the mistake.  I should
at least take some active part in the solution."

   "Very well," said the good doctor with a smile and walked to one of the
many nearby cabinets.  Soon he returned carrying a disposable douche and
handed it to Jack.  "You'll find a bedpan over there," he pointed.  "Do a
thorough job, Jack, but do it with reasonable dispatch.  We need to revive
Miss Brand withing the next few minutes."

   Jack nodded his understanding, and after fetching the stainless steel
basin, he stepped back between the girl's legs.  After covering her lower
abdomen with a soft towel Jack placed the bedpan carefully onto her tummy.
Then using the thumb and index finger of his left hand, Jack gently parted
Emily's outer lips, opening her and exposing her moist inner folds and
diminutive vaginal portal.  Tiny strings of mucous stretched from the
inside of one resilient labial roll to the other as Jack moved the rounded
tip of the vaginal douche into position and then pushed it into her tightly
closed entrance.  Next he took the oval catch basin in his free hand and
held it beneath her small buttocks as he squeezed a goodly portion of the
cleansing solution contained with the disposable syringe into his pretty
partner.

   Jack couldn't remember ever having experienced anything quite so
erotically stimulating as assisting Miss Emily Brand with her feminine
hygiene.  "It would always be "their little secret" and another special
bond between the two of them," Jack mused as he took care to catch all of
the effluent that began to exude from around the plastic applicator tip and
dribble into the bedpan.

   After suctioning a quantity of the solution back into the syringe which
made some very pleasing slurping sounds, Jack then injected the remainder
of the cleansing agent into Emily.  Next he carefully extracted the slender
plastic applicator from within his sweet child/woman, and immediately she
evacuated with surprising pressure, spraying the vaginal douche solution
into the waiting catch basin.

   "Go ahead and get her toweled off, and then I'll help you with her
clothing.  We'll, of course, have to interrupt her IV again, so let me know
when you're ready," Dr.  Greeley instructed his client when he saw Jack set
the bedpan aside.

   "D..do you think she'll get...  you know...  pregnant, Doc?" Jack asked
anxiously as he took a moment to appraise his work.  The exquisite
adolescent slumbered peacefully before him.  The soft dark curls of her
narrow Mohawk were damp and slightly matted.  Her small white breasts
appeared to glow in the soft lighting and her tiny nipples were erect and
pointed.  Her innocent face was flushed and filled with the color of love
as were her slender neck and broad shoulders.  She was immaculate.

   "Only time will tell, Jack," Dr.  Greeley replied.  "But I will say
this. We've done everything we can to head off any difficulties.  We'll
just have to wait and see, I suppose," he offered.

   Considering the number of young ladies he "treated" every month, a
number that was growing very quickly, he felt confident in the measures he
took to ward off unwanted problems.  Greeley did, however, make a mental
note to look into a different brand of contraceptive, one that might agree
with Miss Brand.

   Chapter Six

   Jack sat in the waiting room of the Family Services Clinic trying to
concentrate on the pages of Sports Illustrated but was not having a great
deal of success.  Seated across from him Bill Brand waited expectantly for
the door marked "Treatment and Examination" to open.  The two men awaited
the arrival of a young lady who was special to them both.  Bill Brand loved
his young daughter, Emily, and recently only minutes ago, in fact so had
Jack Merrick.  When the two men caught each other's eye, suddenly, they
exchanged a warm smile, for they now shared a special bond in the carnal
knowledge of Miss Emily Brand.

   Abruptly the heavy office door opened and through it walked a slender
figure of exceptional loveliness.  Acknowledging her daddy's affectionate
smile, the splendid little beauty slowly crossed the room.  Jack noted the
healthy color in her cheeks as well as the charming somewhat bedazzled
expression on her sweet face.  Both men noticed the decided waddle to her
gait, and when her daddy stood, took her hand and led her over to the
check-in window, she stood with her feet spread apart a little bit wider
than a girl would normally.

   Pretending to read his magazine, Jack gazed discretely at the sweet
child's slender and shapely little derriere.  He imagined that deep inside
of her, the warm and convoluted walls of her delicate vaginal passage
cradled a part of him still.  He only hoped that as his tiny "beautiful
swimmers" moved within her that they would "stay out of trouble".  As
delighted as he was to know that this delicious young girl contained a
sample of his DNA, Jack was concerned about pregnancy for obvious reasons.
But recalling the good doctor's assurances that they'd done everything
humanly possible to avoid that unpleasant possibility, Jack relaxed a
little.

   Bill Brand finished his business with the nurse at the administrative
window.  He'd made another appointment for his lovely daughter in two weeks
in spite of the youngster's halfhearted objections.  Before leaving,
however, he directed his beautiful little girl over to where Jack sat. 
Then with his hand on his daughter's shoulder, Bill said, "You remember,
Mr. Merrick, don't you Emily.  Why don't you say hello."

   The enchanting brunette stood with her eyes downcast.  She squirmed a
little, partly out of bashfulness and partly because of the unusual, mild
cramping she was experiencing "down there".

   Jack gazed up at Emily from his seat, marveling at her exceptional
beauty, and remembering fondly how splendid she'd looked lying before him
in Dr.  Greeley's chair.  He recalled how her little tummy, exposed now
below the hem of her blouse, had flexed as she accepted him as her lover.
He remembered vividly the sight of his erect cock sliding slowly to and fro
below that exquisite little Mohawk of soft, dark fur.  Jack imagined that
even as the lovely young lady stood there before him, she was probably
spotting her panties a little, and that made him smile with a sense of
pride and fulfilment.

   "Hello, Emily," Jack said politely when he caught her eye.  "How did
your visit to Dr.  Greeley go, sweetheart?"

   Perhaps it was Jack's unexpected use of a term of endearment, or maybe
it was the way he smiled at her, as though he had a secret or something,
that caused Emily to give him a peculiar look, before answering.  Something
inherently female whispered to the young girl, hinting that she and this
man, Mr.  Merrick, shared something, something she didn't exactly
understand.  It was kinda like he knew her in a way, a different way, deep
down and very personal.

   Jack watched the lovely brunette's brow furrow slightly, and suspected
that she was, on some deeper level, remembering their time together as
well. Then as though she'd managed to shake off whatever was the cause of
her concern, Emily looked up at Jack and answered.  "OK, I guess."

   "God she's beautiful!" Jack silently exclaimed, as to Emily he said,
"That's nice, sweetheart.  A pretty girl like you should have pretty
teeth." Then with a glance upward at her father, Bill, he added.  "You run
along with your daddy now, honey, and perhaps sometime, I'll see you again,
OK?"

   After another of those curious looks, the exceptional young girl nodded.

   "Like Dr.  Greeley says," Jack reflected.  "Only time will tell."

   Miss Emily Brand's name would appear in the next issue of the highly
secretive newsletter of the Family Services Pool, and in two weeks time she
would be given another opportunity to meet new people and make new friends.

   End...  SM