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WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom


                         "Good Doctor Wayne"
				Part seven of seven
BY TIFFANY
     April received a call from Dr. Wayne at noon the next day. 
"Hello, April, this is Steve.  I've got good news to report."
     "Great, I could use it."
     "You can forget about the Jennifer incident.  We have
everything under control.  I have all the pictures and the film."
     "How did you do it?"
     "It was too easy.  I'm good, what can I say.  I told her
that she came between a doctor and patient, exploited a sick
person, and bent that person's illness to satisfy her perverse
desires.  I told her that if word of that got out she could spend
her youth in juvenile detention, probably until she was twenty-
one.  She was already feeling guilty about what they'd done.  She
believes everything I say.  I turned her over to Marsha for
training.  She has her till Sunday.  Right now, Jennifer is buck
naked, bound hand and foot, and being kept under Marsha's desk. 
Marsha's not wearing panties.  She's been drinking coffee all
morning and hasn't made a pit stop since she got Jennifer.  You
figure it out."
     "My God, is Marsha urinating on Jennifer?"
     "She better not be.  I just had this place carpeted.  No, I
happen to know that Marsha is a piss freak.  My guess is she has
Jennifer drinking from the tap - recycled coffee."
     "Jesus.  That's sick."
     "Hey, I'll decide what's sick.  I'm a doctor, you know."
     "So I've heard."
     "I just called to let you know, I've got it all figured out. 
It's so simple, it's beautiful.  Blackmail, plain and straight."
     "I need it simpler."
     "Look, I've got the pictures.  All I have to do is threaten
to expose you by turning these over to the police.  If I did,
you'd go directly to jail.  When you bring Terry to the office,
I'll confront you with the pictures, make my threats, list my
demands, bingo, I've got a whore.  You'll do what I say to stay
out of jail; Terry will do what you say to keep you from going to
jail.  It's beautiful."
     "She'll be devastated to learn that you are a blackmailer. 
She admires you."
     "Yeah, well, she'll admire me more when I get eight inches
up her twat.  Besides, who gives a shit if a whore admires you. 
She's just a fuck."
     "Come on, Steve.  I know you are deeper than that."
     "All right.  Look, it's the best I can come up with.  I'll
just tell her that I had to have her no matter what, even to the
point of stooping to blackmail."
     "That might soften the blow.  It is rather flattering.  I
still can't act, you know."
     "Okay, I'll make it easy for you.  Let's just make it real
blackmail.  You just have Terry in my office next Friday night at
eight.  She should be healed nicely by then.  Just be yourself,
but don't think I'm kidding around.  If I don't get my whore,
your ass will go to jail.  Bye love!"
     April hung up the phone.  She didn't quite know how to take
his threat, but for her own peace of mind, knowing what she had
to do, she opted to take him seriously.  Her finger slipped into
her panties and she went in search of Terry.

     At six-thirty, thirty minutes before the men were to arrive,
April put the finishing touches to her makeup.  Terry was
handling the dinner.  April thought it best if Terry wore loose-
fitting jeans and a sweat shirt.  Her hair was uncombed, she wore
no makeup, and her breasts were bound flat with an ace wrap
bandage.  They went out of their way to make Terry look
undesirable.  They were successful to a degree, but Terry's
natural beauty and femininity showed through.  April, on the
other hand, went out of her way to look attractive.  Her short
dress accented her fine legs, and the open bodice showed cleavage
and the creamy swells of her breasts.  She wore high heels and
pattern stockings, applied expensive perfume liberally, and did
her nails.
     She entered the kitchen and did a twirl for Terry.  "How do
I look?"
     "You look like you want to get laid."
     "I suppose that is the idea.  I mainly wanted to look better
than you.  I'm not sure I managed to do that.  Maybe a mud pack
on your face would even us up."
     "Oh, Mom, stop it."  Terry smiled, then turned her attention
to stirring gravy.
     April came up behind her, slipped her arms around her a
cupped Terry's breasts, whispering softly in her ear, "Terry,
darling, Mommy's horny again."
     "Mom, you're always horny, I've got to finish this unless
you like lumpy gravy."
     "I just need a little clitty suck.  You can let that simmer. 
I'm not wearing panties.  We can do it right here, just kneel."
     "Mom, Daddy's in the next room."
     "So, he knows we're lovers."
     "Mom, I wish you'd stop using that term and calling me
darling.  I'm your daughter; you're my mother.  We love each
other, we enjoy sex together, but we aren't lovers, okay?"
     April backed away, hurt.  She said, "Sure, whatever you
say."
     Terry took the gravy off the burner and turned to face her
mother.  She reached out and took her shoulders, saying, "I'm
sorry, Mom.  I didn't mean it to come out that way.  It's just
that I don't like thinking that what we have is some lesbian love
affair.  It's so dykie sounding.  Look, let me get you off real
quick."
     Terry dropped to her knees and went under April's skirt and
soon had April's clit between her sucking lips.  April quickly
forgot her hurt feelings and raised her skirts to watch.  She
widened her stance and thrust out her pelvis.  Terry sucked
voraciously, taking a big mouthful, sucking hard, and shaking her
head.  April cooed, "Ohhh, yesss!  Oh, honey, yes!  Suck Mommy's
cunt, baby.  This makes twenty-two I owe you."
     Terry stopped to say, "Nine, Mother.  I told you that I
don't want two for one, and if you're going to keep track, at
least keep track properly.  We did it four times last night,
three this morning, one after your bath, and this makes nine."
     "You talk too much.  Go back to sucking."  Terry buried her
head in her mother's loins and sucked all the harder.  April
said, "I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt.  I didn't
know you were counting."
     Terry broke contact again to say, "I wasn't counting, and I
don't want to count.  I don't want you to count either.  Let's
just do it when we feel like it, okay?"
     April pulled at Terry's shirt, saying, "Come on, get up.  I
can tell you aren't into this."
     "I was in the middle of cooking dinner, Mom."
     "I know, I was just on edge.  I thought it might help."
     "Mom, don't you think you should put panties on, maybe
pantyhose, too?  If they see this, they'll think you want it.  I
thought you were going to come across as a descent woman that got
a crazy idea, then changed her mind."
     "I am.  I was going to put panties on, but not before a
clitty suck."
     "You better hurry.  They'll be here any minute.  Did you
tell Daddy what's going on?"
     "Yes, I told him everything.  He understands.  He just wants
them out of here as quickly as possible."
     "Does he know you might go to a motel?"
     "Yes, he knows.  Look, I better hurry.  Fix that gravy."
     At ten after six, the door shook under a heavy fist.  April
rose and said, "I think that's for me."
     She opened the door and saw two large men in fresh work
clothes.  They wore embroidered name patches over their left
breast.  One said Buck, the other said Earl.  Buck was a tall,
tattooed, burly, barrel-chested man.  Earl was shorter, stockier,
and had a full, long red beard.  They both eyed April up and down
appreciatively.  Buck said, "Monica said you were a fox, but you
are one classy fox."
     April extended her hand like a lady and said, "April
Jennings.  I see that you must be Buck, and you must be Earl."
     The other one said, "Actually, I'm Buck, and he's Earl.  We
wear each other's shirts to throw people off."
     "Well you sure fooled me.  Look, could we talk outside for a
moment?"  She eased out and closed the door.  She turned to face
the two men and said, "Look, I'm afraid there's been a
misunderstanding.  I said some crazy things to Monica, just
trying to freak her out.  I never intended it to go this far.  It
was a joke.  Before I could stop it, she went out of town.  I had
no idea how to contact you guys.  I did cook dinner.  You're
welcome to stay and eat with us.  I feel just terrible about
this."
     Earl, the un bearded tall one, said, "We missed out on a
cock fight for this.  We showered and everything.  We were
promised food, beer, and pussy.  If we don't get food, beer, and
pussy, we are going to become very nasty, ain't that right,
Earl?"
     "I'm Buck; you're Earl, remember."
     "Ain't that right, Buck?"
     "That's right,lady.  We get real mean without beer, food,
and pussy, mostly pussy, hugh Buck?"
     "I'm Earl, you Idiot."
     "Says Buck on your shirt."
     "Fuck the shirt, I'm Earl, You're Buck."
     "I don't want to fuck no shirt, Buck.  I want to fuck this
lady's pussy."
     The tall one said to April, "Well, you heard him, ma'am.  He
want's to fuck your pussy.  Once Earl makes up his mind about a
pussy, the only thing the owner can do is get the legs out of the
way."
     April found their crude silly banter amusing.  They
instantly put her at ease.  She remembered how taken with them
Monica was.  She remembered her saying they were well hung and
could fuck her into a stupor.  A mischievous smile spread across
her face.  She said, "Are you sure that's Earl?"
     "Yes, ma'am, says so right on his shirt, there, E-A-R-L,
Earl."
     "All right, you two.  You'll get your food.  You'll get all
the beer you can drink.  And, yes, you'll get all the pussy you
want, but not here, at least not the pussy.  I want to make it
clear that my daughter is not a part of this, now or ever, take
it or leave it."
     The bearded one said, "Fair enough.  You sure you got enough
pussy to go around?"
     "Yes, I'm sure.  After you eat, we'll get a motel, okay?"
     "Sure thing," said the tall one, "but we ain't sleepy, are
we Buck?"
     "Not so fast, Buck.  After we drink all her beer, eat all
her food, and fuck her pussy raw, we probably could use a nap in
that motel."
     "You're right, Buck.  She looks like she has a real squeeze
box.  Them tight pussies wear me out.  Ma'am, if you'll do the
driving, we'd love that motel offer."
     "You get the pussy at the motel."
     "Here that Earl.  We're getting pussy at the motel too."
     "Shit, Earl.  I ain't never had pussy in my sleep before"
     April laughed and stomped her foot.  "Stop it you clowns.
You know what I mean.  My family is in there.  You behave
yourselves.  Come on, lets get you guys watered and fed."
     April led the way.  Just inside the door the tall guy goosed
her hard.  April jumped two feet, spun around and playfully shook
her finger at him.  She led them into the dining room.  Charlie
and Terry were already seated - Charlie at the head, Terry to his
right.  April said, "Terry, Charlie, these are my friends, Buck
and Earl.  Don't ask which is which, they don't know and the tags
don't matter."
     The tall guy went right up to Charlie and took his hand with
both of his, shaking it hard and fast, saying, "It's a pleasure
to meet you, Chuck.  You're a hell of a guy, sharing your food,
beer, and pussy with a couple of bums like us."
     Charlie sat dumbfounded.  April placed a hand to cover her
smile and shook her head.  The Bearded one stepped up and
likewise shook Charlie's hand, saying, "I can tell by looking at
you that you are a real buddy.  You know what a real buddy is
Chuck?"  Charlie shook his head weakly.  "A real buddy is one
that goes out and gets two blow jobs, comes back and gives you
one."  Beard slapped Charlie's back and cried, "Ain't that a
scream?"
     Tall went around to Terry and helped her to her feet.  He
picked her up in his arms, hefted her, and said, "Look at this
Earl, It's a miniature version of April.  Feel how light she is."
     With that, Tall tossed Terry across the table into the arms
of Beard.  Terry let out a squeal as she flew through space. 
Beard caught her with ease, hefting her for himself.  He said,
"Damn, Earl, I think she's hollow."  He held her cradled in one
arm, flipped up her sweat shirt, baring her taunt belly, and
thumped it like a watermelon.  "She ain't hollow, but she's
ripe."
     April said, "Okay, put her down."
     Beard set her down.  "Just having a little fun, April. 
Earl's the child molester.  He's the one you gotta watch."
     Tall said, "That's right, if you turn your back, Earl will
have her screwed, blewed, and tattooed before you can say my
Terry is not that kind of girl."
     Beard said, "That's right, before you can get it out of your
mouth, she will be.  You better keep a sharp eye on Earl."
     April suppressed a laugh and said, "Will you two sit down so
we can eat.  I'll get you a beer."
     They took seats side by side across from Terry on Charlie's
left.  Tall said, "Better put a six pack on the table.  We don't
want you putting any unnecessary milage on that pussy going back
and forth for beer."
     Beard leaned over to Charlie and said, "It's a proven fact,
Chuck, with every step a woman takes, she rubs two microns of
pussy away.  I knew this marathon runner woman once. You could
stick your head in and wiggle your ears, that's no shit.  Say,
Chuck, has April done any heavy walking or running?"
     April returned with a six pack and said, "I heard that.  The
answer is no, but if you two don't behave, I'm taking a few laps
around the block."  
     April leaned across Tall to set the six pack between the
two.  Tall pulled her onto his lap on her back and shoved his
hand up her skirt.  April kicked, squealed and giggled as Tall
wormed in under her panty legband and entered her wet pussy.  He
said, "Hell, we haven't checked you out, yet.  We might want you
to take a few laps.  Can't stand no Black and Decker pecker
wrecker chewing the skin off my weasel."  Tall ripped the panties
off April and returned to fingering her pussy.  April relaxed and
let him have his way, enjoying the lewd attention.  Tall said, "I
don't know, Buck, she's awful damn tight.  Maybe you better
check."  Tall lifted April by the hips and turned her up-side-
down.  Her skirts fell over his arms exposing her naked ass as he
passed her to Beard.  Beard took the hand-off and laid April on
his lap with her head resting in Tall's lap.  He jammed his thump
up her twat and said, "Damn tight pussy, Buck."  He looked at
April and asked, "Are you sure you're married?"
     "Yes I'm sure."
     "How long?"
     "Eighteen years."
     "No way."  Tall got up and went to Charlie.  He lifted
Charlie to his toes by his collar, unbuckled his belt, released
the pants snap and pulled the zipper down.  With one motion, he
dropped Charlie's pants and underwear.  Terry cupped her hand
over her mouth.  April got up to see what Tall was doing. 
Charlie's penis was shriveled and drawn into the pubic hair,
making him look like a little boy.  Charlie's face was beet red
as Tall said, "Well here's your problem, April.  Your husband's
got no dick.  This here is a pecker.  You need a cock to properly
break in a pussy."
     With that, he set Charlie down.  Charlie hurriedly gathered
up his pants as Tall opened his fly.  All eyes watched as Tall
dramatically reached in and drew out a thick slab of man meat. 
He slapped it on the table by Charlie's plate.  It wasn't even
hard and was ten inches long.  April got up and turned for a
better look, obviously impressed.  Tall said, "This is a cock,
April."
     April got on Beard's lap and leaned over the corner on her
elbows.  Her eyes feasted on the magnificent cock.  Her hand came
down and stroked it.  She curled her finger around it and lifted
it free of the table.  Blood pumped into the mighty member.  Her
hand squeezed, feeling his pulse.  It grew in her fist, prying
her fingers open.  It rose, arching towards the ceiling as April
began pumping.  Tall stood tall and put his cock on proud display
as it reached full erection of thirteen inches and as thick as a
large cucumber with a head the size of a small apple.  
     April, as though magically drawn to it stood, and leaned
over the cock.  She took it in her mouth, just managing to get
the head inside.  She pumped and moaned delicious noises as Beard
fumbled with her skirts and set his cock at her pussy.  He drew
back on her hips and sank his head in her stretched cunt, making
her groan.  Tall said, "Of course, mine ain't near as big as
Earl's."
     April looked up as Beard drew back for another plunge.  He
sank eight inches in her, knocking her breath out and making her
fall forward on the table.  She cried, "Oh Lord!"
     Beard forced another two inches in her and had four left
out.  He began sawing in and out, gaining further entry with each
instroke.  April groaned with every thrust, but arched her ass
back to meet him.  Tall walked around to Terry and stood at her
side with his cock in her face, bobbing under her nose.  "Ever
see one this big, Terry?"
     She looked up sheepishly and said, "No, I didn't know they
got that big."
     April looked over and saw Tall rubbing his cockhead against
Terry's lips.  She wanted to say something but Beard made another
lunge, making talk impossible.  She watched Terry gradually turn
head-on and open her mouth wide.  Her lips ran over the crown and
she took in the massive head, bulging her cheeks.  Tall placed
her hands on his shaft and Terry began jacking and sucking. 
April's pussy slowly adjusted to the huge intruder and she never
felt anything so erotic and exciting.  Her ass wiggled on the
plunging shaft while she watched Terry sucking Tall.  The action
grew in intensity from both groups.  Charlie sat between them,
stunned and alarmed, feeling totally helpless.
     April came first, crying out, "Oh, God!  Fuck me!  Earl,
Buck, whoever you are, fuck me hard, please!"  
     Terry pumped faster and sucked harder.  The cock swelled and
burst hot sperm deep down her throat.  She could feel the streams
jetting up his urethra and into her mouth.  She sucked and
swallowed, but some leaked out at the corners and drooled down
her neck.  April was awed by the sight and shouted, "Suck that
cock, Terry!  Suck it, baby!"
     After their release. they stripped and then stripped April.
They settled down to eat and drink as April fawned over them and
their cocks.  After a hearty meal, Tall laid April on her back on
the table and screwed her silly.  After Tall, Beard flipped her
over and screwed her from the rear.  They drank another six pack
and told dirty jokes, then took April, two six packs, and left.
     Terry and Charlie were still in their seats.  They got up
and walked into the living room.  They sat on the sofa together. 
Terry drew her father into her shoulder and kissed his forehead. 
She stroked his bangs and said, "Are you all right?"
     "I'm okay.  Your mom was having fun.  I don't blame her."
     "Mom loves you Daddy, you know that."
     "I know, honey, but a woman needs more than love."
     "I suppose.  She did look happy."  They sat in silence, each
thinking personal thoughts.  Terry got up and whipped her
sweatshirt off, saying, "I've got to get out of this damn
wrapping, and these pants are chafing my you know what.  I may
need some doctoring.  Do you mind?"
     "No, not at all.  I'll get the stuff."
     Terry stripped and cleared a space on the table.  Charlie
brought out the surgical soap and cream.  Terry climbed up on the
table and laid on her back with her knees drawn up and spread. 
Charlie filled a bowel with warm water and came over.  He
immediately set to work, gently lathering her pussy.  Terry
watched him work with love in her eyes.  She looked past to his
crotch and noticed the bulge.  She got up on her elbows and said,
"Daddy, I want you to make love to me."
     He stopped and looked up.  "What?"
     "You heard me.  I want you."
     "Honey, we can't."
     "Yes we can.  Just clean your penis with the surgical soap
and put it in.  I want you to do it."
     "Are you sure, Terry?"
     "I'm positive."
     Charlie dropped his pants, scrubbed his cock and balls, then
fucked his daughter.  They came together and collapsed in a
lover's embrace.  Terry said, "I love you, Daddy.  I want to be
your mistress.  I'll never turn you down."
     "I love you, Terry.  Your mother said she wouldn't mind.  I
believe her.  I think I'd like that.

     One week later, Charlie, Terry and April arrived at Dr.
Wayne's office.  They weren't alone.  Besides Dr. Wayne, there
were twenty-two others, including Monica.  Two chairs were
centered on Dr. Wayne's desk.  He stood before the desk, leaning
back against it with folded arms.  He motioned April and Terry
into the seats.  April looked properly nervous.  Terry was also
nervous.  The people were all around, some standing, some
sitting. Terry recognized the two men from the waiting room. 
April saw the elderly couple from the first day.  Charlie joined
those standing as Terry and April took the seats.
     Dr. Wayne dropped a packet of eight by ten photos on April's
lap and said, "Look them over."  
     April was genuinely shocked at the pictures she saw.   Terry
looked in from the side.  Steve said, "Needless to say, if the
authorities ever got a hold of those, you'd be put away for many
years, April.  I truly hate to put this to you this way, but the
fact is you have something I want, and I'll do whatever it takes
to get it."
     "What, you know we don't have much money."
     "I don't want money, I want your daughter."
     "What, you can't be serious."
     "Oh I am.  Let me be more specific, April.  I want Terry at
my beck and call ready to suck or fuck me or anyone I designate. 
In short, I want ownership of her body.  You can maintain her,
but you must relinquish her to me on demand."
     Terry sat in stunned disbelief.  April showed equal concern
and put a reassuring arm around her daughter.  She said, "If this
is some kind of sick joke, Dr. Wayne..."
     "It's no joke, April.  I'm ready to call the police right
now unless you agree with my terms unconditionally.  I'm dead
serious."
     Sweat beaded on April's brow.  She looked to Charlie for
support.  Charlie, as usual, looked helpless.  Steve said, "I
want your answer in five seconds or I'll have Marsha make the
call.  Once the call is placed, I'm withdrawing the offer. 
One...two...three...four..."
     "All right.  I'll agree."  She turned to Terry and said,
"I'm sorry, Terry, but he has us over a barrel."
     "I know, Mom.  It's all right.  It's not your fault, it's
his."  Terry glared at Steve.
     Steve took his finger off the intercom button and said,
"Good, now strip your daughter and bind her to my couch.  The
bindings are attached.  Cuff her hands at the top."
     April stood and helped Terry to her feet.  Terry stood
passive as April stripped her.  She let her mother place her in
position but began trembling.  April first secured her wrists
over her head, then brought her left leg back near her shoulder
and looped a velcro strap around her ankle, pining her foot in
line with her head.  When she did the same with her right leg,
Terry let out an anguished groan.  Her sex was lifted, totally
open and vulnerable.  April stood back and said, there, are you
happy?"
     "I'll let you know after I fuck her.  I see she healed up
nicely, fresh shave."  He dropped his pants as the crowd pressed
in.  He knelt at her ass and aimed his cock at her hole.  Other
men were getting out of their pants and getting in line as Steve
entered her. Terry moaned as he sank in to his balls in her
aroused pussy.  She looked into his eyes and said, "I guess this
makes me your whore now, huh?"
     Steve stroked in and out, then said, "That's right, Terry. 
Do you have a problem with that?"
     "No, it seems to be my destiny."
                          
                         THE FINAL END

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