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"Take Your Daughter to Work Day" (MFf;teen;cons;mast;anal;voy?)

PART TWO

by Schulzie



Oh, God, she sees it, Carl thought, realizing that the young teen spied 
the beginnings of his erection.

Dr. Young looked at Carl's half-erect state and explained. "Courtney, 
that's a very natural occurrence. It's not unusual at all for a man to 
get an erection during an examination like this, especially since it's 
being conducted by a woman...well...two women. You see, Mr. Walters is 
in the first stage of the human sexual response and..."

Courtney cut her off. "I know that, Mom. Remember, you had me read 
"Masters and Johnson" if you'll recall. I'm talking about the skin at 
the end of his penis. Does Mr. Walters have an uncircumcised penis?"

It was true. Carl did have an uncut cock. The obstetrician who delivered 
him was an old European doctor who didn't believe in circumcision, and 
he convinced Carl's parents not to have the operation performed.

"Why, yes, dear. He IS uncircumcised. I was wondering if you would 
notice that."

Courtney looked up at Carl and just smiled. Carl returned the smile, 
weakly. Even though Courtney was no longer holding his balls, his cock 
was still growing.

"You see," said Dr. Young, reaching for Carl's penis, " an uncircumcised 
man's penis has this extra amount of skin here near his glans, or head, 
of the penis," she said, grasping his foreskin right under the head of 
his dick. "Now, normally when a penis is in its flaccid state, the head 
of his penis is covered and hidden by the foreskin...like this." With 
that, she pulled the foreskin forward, up over the head of Carl's dick, 
until the head was completely hidden from view.

"Now, when a man gets an erection, like Carl is now, the skin retracts 
somewhat, allowing the head of his penis to be visible...like this," and 
Dr. Young proceeded to pull Carl's foreskin back to expose the head of 
his rapidly hardening cock. "See?" She let Carl's dick go, and now it 
was nearly totally erect.

Then Courtney reached for Carl's cock, taking hold of the foreskin below 
the head of his dick. "So, Mom. When an uncircumcised man masturbates, 
is this how he does it?" Courtney began to move the foreskin, back and 
forth, over the head of Carl's cock. Carl fought hard to suppress a 
moan.

"That's right, honey," answered her mother.

"But, Mom. With all that extra skin wrinkling up around the head of his 
penis, doesn't it get dirty?" asked the curious teenager.

"Not if he keeps it clean," responded Dr. Young. "Look. Take his 
foreskin and retract it. Pull it all the way up near the base of his 
penis. Hold it there." Carl was in the middle of two feelings: ecstacy 
and misery. The feeling of Courtney's forefinger and thumb, holding and 
squeezing his cock felt wonderful. Yet, at the same time, there was 
nothing he could do about it. Part of him wanted to beg her to stroke 
his dick, to jerk him off, to make him come. But he could never bring 
himself to do that, not with a young teenaged girl, and certainly not 
with her mother in the same room.

"Now with his foreskin fully retracted like that," Dr. Young continued, 
"it looks like a circumcised penis, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," said Courtney.

"Now look closely. Do you see this horizontal ridge right at the edge of 
the head of his penis...you see?...where the head meets the shaft of his 
penis?", said Dr. Young, touching it to point it out to Courtney.

Courtney nodded.

"That's called the corona. Now, right next to that, at the beginning of 
the shaft is where some uncircumcised men have a hard time keeping 
themselves clean. Dirt, sweat, urine and semen can collect there and 
form a cheesy substance called smegma."

"Smegma?" Courtney asked.

"That's right. But an uncircumcised man who practices good hygiene can 
easily keep his penis clean. Everyday, when he's taking a shower, he can 
retract his foreskin - like you're doing now - and clean that area. As 
you can see, Carl is very clean there, so he must take care of his penis 
properly, don't you, Carl?"

"Uh-huh," Carl mumbled.

Courtney let go of the grip on his penis, and now his cock was 
completely erect and stiff, pointing proudly toward the ceiling. Under 
normal conditions, Carl would be feeling pretty smug right now. If he 
had a beautiful woman, alone, in his bedroom back home, he'd be proud to 
have her see his seven-inch organ standing stiffly at attention. But 
these were not normal conditions. Instead, he was standing in the middle 
of a cold, sterile examination room, nervously displaying his 
fully-erect dick to a doctor and her teenaged daughter.

"Now. Back to the examination," said the doctor to her daughter, paying 
little attention to Carl's stiff dick right in front of her.

"Well?" said Dr. Young, to her daughter, "Why don't you really impress 
Carl and give us your diagnosis, Dr. Courtney?"

Without missing a beat, Courtney looked at her mother and said, 
"Prostatitis."

Prostatitis?!?!? How did she come to that conclusion, Carl asked 
himself. Surely she can't be right.

"I think you're right," said the doctor. "Carl, I agree with Courtney, 
but there's only one way to be sure." Then she grabbed Carl by the 
shoulders and turned him around to face the exam table. His still hard 
dick was pressed against the edge of the table.

"I'm going to perform a rectal exam on you, Carl, to see if your 
prostate is enlarged. If it is, then my..." Dr. Young stopped and looked 
at Courtney, "...I mean, "our" diagnosis was correct. The good news is, 
with a man of your age, we should be able to solve your problem fairly 
easily. With a prostate massage from me, and antibiotics from the 
druggist, you should be feeling much better by tomorrow."

After all he had already been through this morning, here was the final 
humiliation. The pretty doctor was about to stick her finger up his ass, 
and her equally beautiful teenaged daughter was going to watch. Carl 
looked over at Courtney who again was sitting on the stool writing 
something in her notebook.

Dr. Young went over to the supply cabinet, opened it, and pulled out a 
rubber glove from a box. Then she reached for a tube of K-Y jelly and 
walked back over to where Carl was waiting. Waiting to have his anus 
invaded by the female doctor. And still waiting for his erection to 
subside. But it was just as stiff and swollen as before.

Putting the glove and K-Y down on the table, Dr. Young stood next to 
Carl and prepared herself for the procedure. Carl watched as she put the 
rubber glove on her hand, making sure the index finger of the glove was 
pulled taut over her own index finger. Then he saw her open the tube of 
K-Y jelly and smear a large dab all over her gloved index finger.

"Now, Carl," she said, "I need for you to bend over the table. That's 
right, good. Now please spread your legs a little. A little more, 
please. Okay, fine. Carl, you're going to have to unclench your buttocks 
for me, alright? Just relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I'm going to 
smear some of the K-Y jelly around your anal opening before I perform 
the rectal exam. It will make it easier for my finger to slide in and up 
your rectum, okay?"

Carl tried to relax, but only once before had he undergone a rectal 
exam. Before he went into the Navy, he had to go through a medical exam 
with a military doctor who had an enormous finger, and very little 
concern whether he was hurting him. The pain he experienced then was 
excruciating, and it was very hard for him to relax, even though he knew 
he was about to be penetrated anally by a kind, gentle woman with a much 
smaller finger. 

Carl looked over at Courtney who had stopped writing and was now 
watching her mother preparing to shove her finger up his asshole. From 
her point of view, Carl realized she could see everything as Dr. Young 
spread his buttocks apart and spread some K-Y all around and just inside 
his anus. The coolness of the K-Y surprised him at first, making him 
jump a little. But the sensation of the doctor's finger applying the 
lubricant to the sensitive nerve endings around his asshole was exciting 
him. He found the movement of Dr. Young's finger around his anus highly 
erotic. Looking over at Courtney, he could see that the young teen had 
gotten off the stool and had step forward to get a closer look at her 
mother spreading the K-Y around his asshole. His cock, pushed up against 
the examination table, throbbed each time the doctor circled her 
lubricated, gloved finger around his puckered anus.

Then he felt what he had been nervously anticipating. Dr. Young, slowly 
and carefully, began to insert her dainty forefinger into Carl's anal 
cavity. At first, he froze from the initial sensation of her fingertip 
penetrating his asshole. But with her gentle approach and her well-lubed 
finger, it didn't feel as bad as he thought it would. In fact, it felt 
good. He liked it. 

Looking back over his shoulder, he could see Courtney standing just a 
few feet away, next to her mother, watching as Dr. Young gradually put 
more and more of her finger up his ass, twisting it left and right 
against his rectal wall to help ease its way into his anal passage. 
Finally, he could tell that she had succeeded in getting her entire 
finger up his ass, and was now turning it over so her fingertip could 
touch his prostate.

"Carl? We were right. Your prostate is enlarged, very enlarged as a 
matter of fact. So much so that it's pushing against the wall of your 
lower intestine which probably explains why you feel the need to have a 
bowel movement, but can't."

Carl was glad to hear that it was something that simple and not 
something more serious.

"Now, what I'm going to do is massage your prostate. This will help 
relieve the inflammation and you should be feeling much better within a 
few hours. Now, this won't hurt at all. Frankly, you might even find it 
pleasurable."

Dr. Young was right. Within seconds of her finger beginning to massage 
his prostate gland, he felt an extremely wonderful sensation. The 
movement of her fingertip applying firm, gentle pressure on his prostate 
was overwhelmingly sensational. He had never felt anything comparable in 
his life. The sensation was also causing his already erect cock to 
stiffen even more as it pressed against the exam table, throbbing.

As Dr. Young continued her massage, Carl -lost in an erotic dream world 
- closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure the beautiful doctor was 
giving him. He wasn't even aware that he was beginning to moan with each 
stroke of the doctor's finger on his prostate.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned, as Dr. Young applied just a little more pressure to 
his enlarged gland. Carl now began to rub his cock up against the 
padding on top of the exam table. Each time the doctor stroked his 
prostate, his dick rubbed up against the padded table, doubling the 
pleasure he felt.

"Mmmmmm," he continued moaning, unaware that he was doing so.

Courtney stood next to her mother, her eyes wide, her mouth open, as she 
watch Dr. Young move her finger around inside the depths of Carl's 
rectum.

"Mom? Can I try it?" asked Courtney.

Dr. Young stopped and looked at her daughter. "Are you sure you want to, 
honey? You don't mind putting your finger in Carl's rectum?"

Courtney shook her head.

"Carl?" asked Dr. Young. "Do you mind if..." But she didn't get a chance 
to finish the question.

"No...please...that's fine...go ahead...I don't care."

Carl didn't care anymore. The pleasure he felt from the prostate massage 
was so good, he didn't want it to stop. He didn't care anymore what 
Courtney did, as long as it felt good.

"Okay, honey," Dr. Young said, "Go get yourself a rubber glove from the 
cabinet and let me put some K-Y on it." While Courtney went to get a 
glove, the doctor slowly removed her finger from Carl's ass, causing him 
to moan in disappointment.

Courtney got herself a glove and carefully put her hand inside, being 
sure that the fingers of the glove fit snugly. Her mother spread the K-Y 
all over the index finger until it was completely covered.

"Now Courtney," her mother told her, "go slow. Take the tip of your 
finger and ease it slowly into Carl's anus." Courtney carefully pushed 
her finger forward into his puckered asshole. With her finger being 
smaller than her mother's, and with all the lube spread around and in 
Carl's ass, Courtney's finger slip in quickly and painlessly, causing 
him to moan again with pleasure.

Once her finger was buried to the hilt up Carl's ass, the doctor told 
Courtney to carefully turn her finger over so she could feel Carl's 
prostate.

"Courtney, I want you to - very gently - make a 'come here' motion with 
your finger against Carl's prostate gland. As soon as the young teen 
did, Carl moaned loudly.

"Am I hurting him, Mom?"

Dr. Young grinned. "No, honey. I think you're helping to relieve Carl's 
discomfort. He's moaning because it feels good."

With that bit of information, Courtney went to town on the massage, her 
finger repeating, over and over, the "come here" motion her mother had 
told her to use. Carl moaned louder and louder with each stroke of 
Courtney's finger against his gland.

Satisfied that her daughter was doing it right, Dr. Young went around to 
the other side of the exam table and stroked Carl's head. Leaning over 
close to his ear, she asked softly, "Does that feel good, Carl?"

"Mmmmmm," was all he could say.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes, and the whole time, Courtney just kept 
up that rhythmic stroking with her dainty fingertip.

Though he was barely cognizant of his surroundings, Carl became aware 
that his steel rod erection was beginning to ooze pre-cum. He could feel 
it flowing out of the head of his cock onto the tissue paper covering 
the examination table. He knew he might come at any second and he didn't 
care. He didn't care if he had an orgasm right in front of Dr. Young and 
Courtney. He didn't care if he shot his cum all over the examination 
table. He was beyond caring. All he knew was that the tiny finger inside 
his ass was giving him more and more pleasure, and his dick was nearing 
the point of explosion.

Then, suddenly, he heard Dr. Young say to Courtney, "Honey, I think 
Carl's had enough. That massage was more than enough to reduce his 
inflammation and shrink his prostate."

Carl groaned as Courtney removed her finger from his ass. Carl just laid 
across the examination, unable to move.

"Carl," said the doctor, "take a few minutes to recover while I write 
you out a prescription for an antibiotic. Don't rush. It'll take me a 
few minutes to complete your chart and write the prescription. Come on, 
Courtney. Come over here and sit by my desk with me while I fill out the 
paper work."

So they both walked over to Dr. Young's desk. The doctor began writing 
notes on Carl's chart while Courtney resumed her writing in the 
notebook.

It took him a couple minutes, but slowly Carl began to come to his full 
senses. Carefully, he stood up straight, and reached for some tissues 
nearby to wipe the K-Y jelly from around his asshole. As he threw the 
used tissues away in the waste can, he became painfully aware that he 
still had an erection. A full, totally erect hard-on...still pointing 
straight up at the ceiling.

Dr. Young became aware that Carl was standing up next to the exam table. 
First, she looked at his face and smiled. Then, looking downward, she 
noticed his cock, standing at attention, throbbing. Then she looked at 
his face again. "Oh, I see you're up."

The play on words went right over Carl's head. He was groggy and still 
not totally recovered from the prostate massage Dr. Young and Courtney 
had given him.

"Come on over here," said the doctor, "and let's talk about the rest of 
your treatment.

In spite of his enormous erection bouncing up and down in front of him 
as he walked toward her desk, Carl didn't care anymore if Dr. Rogers or 
Courtney could see his hard-on. What did it matter? They had already 
seen it and touched it.

Courtney, who had continued writing away in her notebook, looked up at 
Carl as he approached, and noticed his huge, stiff dick. "Mom, what is 
that stuff coming out of Mr. Walter's penis?"

Dr. Rogers turned to look at Carl's dick. "Courtney, you know when a man 
has an orgasm, his penis ejaculates semen?"

"Uh-huh," said Courtney. "Is that what that is? Semen? Did Mr. Walters 
have an orgasm?"

"Not exactly, dear. That's what is called 'pre-ejaculate' which seeps 
out of a man's penis when he's sexually excited. It acts as a kind of 
lubricant so his penis can more easily enter a woman's vagina."  

"Is it the same thing as semen?" Courtney wanted to know.

"Yes, dear. Only it doesn't have as many sperm cells mixed in with it as 
the semen that is ejaculated at orgasm does."

"Oh," said Courtney, as she continued writing in her notebook.

Dr. Young looked again at Carl's erection and handed him a tissue from 
her desk. "Carl, why don't you take this Kleenex and wipe off your penis 
with it?" Carl accepted the tissue and stood there cleaning his cock 
off. An hour ago, he could not have imagined that he could so casually 
stood in front of a woman and her daughter, wiping pre-cum off his erect 
dick right before their eyes. But it didn't seem to make a difference 
anymore.

"Courtney, " said her mother, "I need to speak privately with Carl for a 
few minutes about his treatment. Why don't you go out to the hall and 
find Nurse Spellman and tell her I'll be out in a few minutes to see the 
next patient. I'll follow you shortly, okay?"

Courtney set down her notebook on the edge of her mother's desk and left 
the room. Dr. Young beckoned Carl over and indicated he should have a 
seat. Still nude and still erect, Carl sat down in the chair that 
Courtney had been sitting in.

Handing him a prescription, Dr. Young said, "Carl, I want you to take 
these antibiotics, three times a day for ten days. I want you to take 
ALL of them until they're gone. Just because you'll be feeling better in 
a few days doesn't mean the infection will be cleared up. You 
understand?"

Carl nodded.

Then, handing him a sheet of paper, she added, "Here's a summary of the 
treatment I gave you. Take this and give it to your family doctor when 
you get home so he'll have a record of it."

Then she pulled her chair closer to his. "Carl, medical research shows 
that the more often a man ejaculates, the less likely it is that he will 
suffer from enlargement of the prostate gland. My advice to you is to 
ejaculate often. Don't be shy about masturbating if you need to, there's 
nothing sinful or shameful about it at all. Do it as often as you like. 
Take my word for it, you won't go blind." Then she got up from her desk 
and headed for the door. Before she opened the door, she turned around 
and, looking directly at his still raging hard-on, said, "As a matter of 
fact, Carl, take as much time as you need getting dressed, understand?" 
Punctuating that remark with a wink, she opened the door and started to 
leave. But not before turning back toward him, saying, "Oh, and Carl? 
Thanks for being so sweet and nice to Courtney." And having said that, 
she was gone.

Her parting remarks were not lost on Carl. He took the hint. He knew she 
was telling him it was okay if he wanted to stay in the examination room 
a little while longer and jerk off. And that's exact what he intended to 
do. There didn't seem to be any way his erection was going to disappear 
unless he stroked his cock until it exploded.

Sitting there in the chair, he wrapped his hand around his dick, 
stroking it slowly at first, but not for long. He was so worked up by 
everything that had happened in this room, he knew it wouldn't take long 
before he would bring himself to a powerful orgasm. As he stroked his 
stiff cock, he noticed on the corner of the desk, sitting there in plain 
view, the notebook that Courtney had been writing in. At first, he 
thought it would be a terrible invasion of her privacy if he read it 
without her permission, But he was overcome by temptation, and he 
reached over to pick it up and read it.

What he read absolutely floored him. What she had written in her 
notebook were her thoughts and impressions of the examination he had 
just gone through. He could not believe what she had written about the 
events that had just transpired. As he began reading from the beginning, 
he stroked his dick.

	"I just walked into the examination room behind Mom, and sitting on 	
the exam table is a REALLY good looking guy. God, he is so hot looking 
even if he is twice my age...."

 	"I can tell he's naked under his examination gown because I can see 	
his boxer shorts laying on top of the pile of clothes on the chair in 	
the corner."

	"I'm glad he said it was o.k that I could stay and watch. I hope Mom 	
needs a reason to look under his gown, I'd like to check out his penis. 	
I've never seen a penis before...only pictures of them in Mom's 	medical 
journals."

Carl was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what this seemingly, innocent 
teenager had written about him. He was surprised to read that she wanted 
to look at his penis. As he read on, he began to jerk off a little 
faster, his breathing getting heavier by the minute.


	"He was checking me out while I was standing there. I know he was. He 
was looking me over from head to toe. I know a lot of guys my age tell 
me I'm cute, But this older guy was checking ME out!"


Carl didn't realize he had been so obvious about it. Damn, he thought. 
Oh well, at least she seemed to be flattered. Carl kept reading and 
stroking.


	"He just walked over to the scale so Mom could take his weight. Holy 	
shit! I can see his butt! It's so cute. His butt muscles look hard. I 
bet 	he works out. I'd love to get my hands on his butt cheeks and give 	
them a squeeze."


Carl's mouth just dropped open when he realized that Courtney had been 
thinking lewd thoughts about his ass while he was standing on the scale. 
He knew she could see it, but he had no clue she had been sitting there 
thinking how great it would be if she could grab it. And now, his hand 
began to pump his cock a little harder and a little faster as he flipped 
to the next page.


	"I love it when Mom lets me use her stethoscope to listen to 	people's 
hearts and lungs. But this time it was really awesome. Mom 	let me 
listen to the sounds in his lower abdomen. All he has on is the 	exam 
gown barely covering him down there. I thought I saw some of 	his pubic 
hair peeking out from the gown. I wish there had been a 	way I could 
have pulled the gown off of him so I could see his dick. 	That's what 
some of the girls as school call a penis. I like it a lot 	better than 
'penis' but Mom would get mad if I didn't use the 	'clinical' terms as 
she calls them."


Carl was really ready to shoot his wad now. He realized that Courtney 
had deliberately tried to get a look at his cock. Now he picked up the 
pace, beating his meat even faster, his hand sliding his foreskin more 
rapidly over the head of his dick.


	"OH MY GOD! I saw his DICK! Mom told him she needed to check him 	for a 
hernia and made him put the gown on the table. And his dick 	was right 
in front of me, just hanging there. I don't know if he saw 	me staring 
at it or not. I don't care. I don't know when I'll get the 	chance to 
see a dick again. I wonder what it looks like erect."


	"I've never seen Mom examine a man before...at least below the 	waist. 
It was really strange when she was checking him for a hernia. 	My Mom 
had a guy's BALLS in her hand. I wonder if Mom used to hold 	Daddy's 
balls like that when they were married..."


Damn, Carl thought, realizing that Amy Young, M.D. was a divorcee. Maybe 
I can get her home phone number before I leave. The thought of fucking 
that gorgeous physician excited him, causing him to stroke his dick 
harder now, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm.

	"...I wish I could find out what his balls feel like. I stood right 
next 	to him when Mom was checking him for a hernia. They look so funny 	
close up. The skin on his scrotum looks like hairy chicken skin..."

	"...I'm really kinda surprised his dick's not hard because Mom was 	
touching his balls..."

	"I wonder if Mom would let me check him for a hernia. She's always 	
trying to find ways for me to learn about medicine and anatomy..."


Carl put the notebook on his lap so he could read the last two pages, 
stroke his cock, and play with his balls at the same time. He knew he 
was about to come, so he really started to work his dick now.


	"I can't believe it. Mom taught me how to check Carl for a hernia. 	And 
I can't believe what I did. After I got his balls in my hand, I was 	
looking at his dick, still wondering what it looked like with an 	
erection. I remember reading in one of Mom's sex manuals that guy's 	
like to have their balls tickled, so I used my finger to tickle his 	
balls. It worked. His dick started getting hard. I didn't notice it at 	
first, but then I saw it start to stand up when Mom made him 	cough..."

	"It felt really funny when his balls jumped in my hand,,,that was so 	
cool..but I really liked the way his dick got bigger and harder..."


Carl was breathing very heavily now, sweating profusely, as he realized 
how very interested Courtney had been during the examination. He was 
amazed to learn that she had intentionally tickled the hair on his balls 
to make him hard.


	"I wanted to touch his dick...to see how hard it was. But I couldn't 	
think of an excuse to get Mom to let me touch it. Then I thought about 
how Mom always likes to explain medical stuff to me, so I came up with a 
plan..."


	"Mom thought I was talking about his dick getting hard when I 	pointed 
at it. Once she started explaining about circumcisions 	and foreskins 
and stuff, I knew she'd let me touch it..."


	"I thought Mom was going to have a cow when I reached up and grabbed 
his dick, stroking his foreskin, and asking if uncircumcised 	guys 
masturbated that way, but she was cool about it..."


	"When I let go of his dick, it just stood straight up. It was all hard 	
and stiff! It must be seven or eight inches long!"
	(Underneath, she drew a freehand drawing of Carl's erection and 	
captioned it: "Carl's Big Dick") 

Reading Courtney's words on paper brought back memories of the event she 
was describing. He could picture in his mind Courtney's hand on his 
cock, her little stroking motions. He wished she were here now, using 
her hand to finish him off, to make him come. But he kept stroking his 
dick, feeling his cum begin to churn inside his balls, waiting to shoot 
out.


	"I think Mom was as surprised as Carl when I said I thought he had 	
prostatitis. From all that I've tried to learn about male anatomy, I 	
remembered reading about the prostate gland, remembered the 	symptoms, 
and took a lucky guess..."


That little devil, Carl thought, still rubbing the length of his dick, 
getting ready to come any second now.


	"I didn't recall reading about treating enlarged prostates, so I 	
almost peed my pants when I saw Mom stick her finger up Carl's 	
butthole. I thought it was gross at first, but then I realized it was 	
just another body cavity..."

	"I can feel my little cunny getting wet. Playing with Carl's dick and 	
his balls is kind of exciting...but for some reason, watching Mom 	
wiggling her finger around inside of Carl's butt is really getting me 	
hot."

	"Carl's moaning...that sounds so sexy...Can a guy have an orgasm by 	
having his butthole fingered? I hope so...I'd like to see THAT!"

	"I just know Mom's not going to let me massage his prostate. 	Checking 
him for a hernia and holding his balls is one thing, but I 	know 
Mom...no way is she gonna let me stick my finger in his 	butthole..."

Carl's body was beginning to tense and tremble now as he felt his orgasm 
building.


 "God! Mom didn't care, neither did Carl. Mom told me to get the 	rubber 
glove so I could stick my finger in his butt..."

	"I watched my finger go in and out of his butthole. I wonder if it 	
looks the same when a boy's dick is going in and out of a girl's cunny?"
	
	"I must have had my finger up his butt for 10 or 15 minutes. Carl 	just 
kept moaning and moaning. Everytime I rubbed my finger against 	his 
prostate, he moaned some more. I don't know why Mom made me 	stop."


Carl began to feel the cum rise up from his balls. He was almost there!


	"Carl's dick is still HARD! Doesn't it ever go down?"


	"I thought he had an orgasm when I saw that fluid dripping from the 	
head of his dick...but Mom explained about 'pre-ejaculate', and I was 	
kind of disappointed. I would've like to have seen Carl have an 	
orgasm."

	"I wish Carl would masturbate right now. I'd like to see him rub his 	
dick real hard and show me how a guy shoots his semen out of his 	
dick..."

That did it. Those words took Carl over the top. Just as Carl started to 
come, the door to the examination room opened, and in walked Courtney.

"Excuse me, I forgot my notebook and..." 

Courtney walked in just in time to see the first blast of cum erupt from 
Carl's swollen cock. Courtney gasped as she watched the first hot creamy 
glob of cum shoot up, three, maybe four feet, almost suspended in 
mid-air before falling back down, landing right on the middle of the 
page of her notebook.

Then another blast of Carl's jism shot up into the air, then another, 
and another. Each shot followed almost the exact same trajectory, flying 
up in the air and landing on her open notebook. Courtney stood there 
watching as Carl kept stroking his dick in front of her, not caring that 
she was watching him, his hand rubbing his cock quickly as a few more 
wads of his cum came spewing out and covering the words she had written 
down on the pages of her notebook.

As Carl's hand finished jerking off his cock, Courtney closed the door 
behind her, and walked toward Carl who sat exhausted, slumped in the 
chair, trying to catch his breath.

Courtney reached down and picked the semen-stained notebook up from his 
lap. She took a minute or two to study the globs of cum laying on the 
open pages, looking at the patterns the several splats had made on the 
paper.

Then, she took her finger and scooped some of Carl's cum off the page, 
and stuck it in her mouth, tasting it and swallowing it.

Then she looked at Carl and said, "I won't tell Mom if you won't."


The End


Stories by Schulzie specializes in stories about teens, incest, 
exhibitionism, voyuerism, masturbation and oral sex.

http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/schulzie.htm




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