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A manuscript of this story was found in a bottle floating in the
Atlantic off the coast of Newfoundland. It was transcribed verbatim =
as
follows:
This story contains an account of sexual play between an adult human
male and multiple teenage females and is intended for mature =
audiences.
Others should skip to the next posting in the news group. Anyone =
reading
this document while legally underage will be sent to timeout to the =
full
extent of the law. So there. All standard disclaimers apply.
This is a rewrite of an original story by Amy.
It is being posted here in this form with her permission
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The Physicals
by Amy and Larry
It had been a long, tough, frustrating job, but I had wrapped it
up ahead of schedule and under budget, with a tidy little bonus in my
pocket to show for it. It was time for a quiet little evening of =
getting
pleasantly sloshed and listening to some bar music, and I was breaking
in a new place. An acquaintance had suggested that I might find =
Harry's
Place to my liking, and so far her suggestion was pretty well on =
target.
It was small, dark, with three guys splitting duties on bass, guitar,
piano, drums and sax, and a generally appreciative crowd. The =
secondary
smoke worriers would have collapsed within seconds of walking in the
place, but I thought it had atmosphere. The bartender had earned =
himself
an early tip by asking the right question when I sat at the end of the
bar and ordered a martini. Or rather by not asking the wrong question.
His winning line was "Olive or twist?" which was ok. If he had hit me
with the ugly "Vodka or gin?" I would have changed my order to a Wild
Turkey and water. A martini is a drink; a vodka martini is a different
drink. A bartender that doesn't understand that simple little basic
can't be trusted to make either.
I had actually been one of the early arrivals, hitting the seat
before eight thirty, but the place started filling up pretty quickly.
Besides the groups at the tiny tables, there was a couple sitting at =
the
opposite end of the bar from me, and a guy sitting between us with a
couple of stools between him and me. As the martinis started to gain
momentum the guy and I struck up an off-and-on conversation. Turned =
out
he was a doctor. I thought when he confessed to it, that I was glad =
that
he wasn't my doctor. The idea of a guy I'm trusting with my bod =
sitting
in a gin mill getting plastered wasn't appealing. Then I happened to
think that my doctor could well be doing the same thing in a bar
somewhere else while we talked and I'd never know about it. That =
thought
somehow struck me as funny, and put me in an even better mood. My new
buddy's mood, though, kept getting worse as the night went on. As his
words became more slurred they also became more frequent. Turned out =
his
problem was the usual one: sex. "I just can't get my wife to fuck the
way I want her to," he confided tactfully.
"But Doc," I said, "in your job you see naked women all the
time. Doesn't that turn you on and make it better?" He shook his head
violently back and forth in denial. Seems his wife was a lovely girl =
who
thought sex was a wonderful thing as long as conditions were just =
right,
which would sometimes happen as much as twice a year. He said that in
fact he did have a lot of beautiful patients. Beautiful, sensuous
patients. Beautiful, sensuous, wonderful patients who turned him on no
end. Who turned him on no end, then sent him home to his wife who =
turned
him on even more, but wouldn't give any up. Which was why he was =
sitting
here packing in the JD Black.
"And you know," he went on, "I contribute to the community, and
I get screwed there, too. I mean I don't get screwed there, too. Well,
you know what I mean. Like tomorrow. You know what I'm going to be =
doing
tomorrow? I, John R. Martin, MD, am going to be giving physical exams =
to
a group of high school students. And you know what that group is? A
bunch of cheerleaders. That's right. You got it. The junior varsity
cheerleaders over in some noname high school over in Westchester have =
to
have physicals before they can show their twats to their horny fans. =
And
I, John R. Martin, MD, have been selected to perform that onerous =
task.
And after a full day of lusting over teenage ass, I'm going to go home
and my lovely wife is going to shoot me down cold."
I sat there trying to count how many martinis I had had, and =
figure
whether there was some magic number of martinis that would put the =
kind
of ideas in my head that I was getting. Finally, I said the hell with
it. "Doc, we just might be able to do a little business."
He looked confused, but interested. Then he said warily, "What
kind of business is it that you think we might be able to do?" He =
looked
proud of himself for getting that sentence out without stumbling.
"If you had the opportunity to pick a woman to spend a little
time with, say a day or two, what would be your dearest dream?" I =
felt a
little proud myself to get that one out, to tell the truth.
"I like blonds. Angie's a blond. Angie's my wife, you know.
She's blond. And sophisticated, you know. I mean I like sophisticated,
not that Angie's sophisticated. Well, she is a little I guess, but I
think mainly she's just stuck up. And hard-bodied. I mean I like
hard-bodied, not that Angie's hard-bodied, but she is. God is she. She
works out and plays tennis and shit, and she has a build. Wish I could
use it a little. Anyway, what do you have in mind?" I think that it =
was
starting to dawn on him what I had in mind.
"Well, Doc, I've got some friends who might be able to take care
of you tonight, and tomorrow for that matter. If you had to, could you
convince your wife you might not be able to make it home for a couple =
of
days?" I was watching his eyes, and I was pretty sure I had him.
"Hell, yes, I can. She wouldn't give a shit, anyway." I could
see the wheels turning, and they were starting to hum nicely.
"Tell you what. Let me call a couple of friends, and if I can
find somebody to take care of you, I'll do the physicals for you
tomorrow."
He broke into a broad grin. "Yeah, I bet you would. Really think
you could pull it off?"
"Yeah, I think I can." Really, I thought I could. I'd done similar
things before, and anyway, it was worth a shot. "You game?"
"Hell, yes! Why not? Make your damn calls. Let's go for it."
I called the bartender over and asked if I could use the phone.
He reached beneath the bar and pulled out a phone and plunked it down.
"Local only, ok?"
It was local. I dialed a number from memory. I didn't know what
the doc thought of that, if anything, but I had a memory for numbers I
could use for party tricks. A familiar voice answered. "Hey, Holly.
Jerry Cohen. You gonna be free for tonight and tomorrow?"
"This for you or for a friend, Jer?"
"For a friend this time, Holly. Nice guy. On me."
"I'd like to, Jer. Really I would, but I'm kinda tied up tonight.
Maybe tomorrow?"
"Nah, Holly. Gotta be tonight. Don't worry about it. I'll catch
ya later, ok?"
"Sure, Jer. Great talkin' to ya. Really. Don't be a stranger,
ok?"
"Hey! You know me! I'll be around." I made a kissing sound in
the mouthpiece, pressed the button, waited for another dial tone and
pushed numbers again. The phone rang several times this time before I
heard another familiar voice.
"Hello, Terri. This is Nick Conti. How have you been?" I saw
some wrinkles start to appear in the brow of Dr. John R. Martin.
"Nicky!!! God, where have you been?"
"You know me, Terri. Listen, I got a favor to ask. A friend of
mine is looking for a date for tonight and tomorrow. Think you could
help him out?"
" 'Speak for yourself, John'...Yeah, sure, hon. You know you can
always count on me if I'm free. You gonna bring him by or want me to
pick him up."
I glanced over at the doc, made a quick assessment of his driving
ability and put my hand over the phone. "You're not planning on going
anywhere special tonight, are you? Why don't we have Terri pick you up
and she can bring you back to get your car whenever you're ready."
He looked at me curiously and said, "What did you say your name
was?" I reached in my pocket and flipped him my card, the one that =
said
Edward A. Miller, Attorney. As he tried to focus on it, I turned back =
to
the phone and told Terri where we were.
She said that we should meet her out front since she would never
be able to find a parking place, and I agreed. She asked if half an =
hour
was ok, and I said it was. If it was anybody but Terri I would have =
said
that there was no way she would make it in half an hour, but this was
Terri.
The doc looked up at me, then back at the card. "You're a =
lawyer?" I
could see the wheels turning in a different direction.
"Yeah, but not that kind of lawyer," I answered, and winked.
He giggled conspiratorially and pitched the card back to me. =
"Honor
among thieves,=B2 he said profoundly. I had no idea what he meant, =
and I
doubt if he did either, but as long as he was happy I was happy. He =
slid
over to the stool next to me and pulled out a note pad. "Here's what =
you
have to do tomorrow." As he talked, he made notes, and his handwriting
was legible enough that I began to doubt that he was a real doctor. =
But
maybe it was just because he was drunk. He went into great detail =
about
the procedures for the exams, and I had to admit that it looked like =
he
really wanted me to do a good job. I was beginning to respect the guy =
a
little more, but then I decided that I was just drunk, too. I glanced =
at
my watch and motioned toward the door. He tore off the pages from his
notebook, folded them over, and stuffed them in my shirt pocket.
"One thing, John," I said. "This is on me, but feel free to tip
if you think you want to. Terri won't mind either way." He nodded
carefully.
We stood up and walked to the door silently. As we stepped =
outside,
a powder blue Bimmer pulled up and double-parked right in front of the
door. The driver popped open the door and came around the front of the
car to greet us. As she cleared the front fender, John mumbled under =
his
breath, "Holy Shit!" I grinned. That was a typical reaction to Terri.
She stepped sharply up to us, said "Hi, Nicky," and pulled my head =
down
and let her lips brush my cheek.
"Hi, Terri. This is John Martin. John, Terri Anderson." Terri
extended her hand, and John nearly collapsed as he shakily took it in
his.
"Nice to meet you, John. Have you been waiting long?"
John earned himself a couple of major points in my eyes when he
replied, "All my life, Terri." Not bad for a drunk. Didn't think he =
had
it in him. I glanced over at him, and he looked stone-cold sober. =
Shock
will do that sometimes. Wouldn't last long though.
Terri laughed musically and asked if John needed to get anything
from his car. He said that as a matter of fact he did, if she didn't
mind waiting. He walked just a couple of parking spots away and opened
the door on a Pontiac. I didn't think doctors drove Pontiacs. You =
live,
you learn. He fumbled around in the back seat and came back carrying a
black bag and a white lab coat. I saw him drop something in his =
pocket,
and figured that it was either recreational or resuscitative. What the
hell, he was a doctor. When he came back he handed me the coat and bag
and said, "You'll need these. I'll get them back from you in a day or
two. Just act like you know what you are doing."
Terri watched the exchange with a strange look in her eye, then
shrugged her shoulders, shook her head, and whispered, "Nicky, Nicky,
Nicky...." Then she put her arm through John's, said "Let's party...,"
walked him to her car, stuffed him in the passenger's seat, got in
herself, and drove smoothly away. I walked off to hail a cab, =
whistling
a happy tune.
The next morning, I got up early to make the drive to Westchester =
by
7:30AM, the time the day's activities were to commence. I pulled up in
front of the school, parked my Caddy in a visitor's slot and walked
through the front door, carrying the doc's black bag and wearing a =
white
lab coat (not the doc's, though). I told the receptionist that I would
like to see the principal and that I would be taking Dr. Martin's =
place
today, and was more than mildly surprised when she said brightly, "Oh,
yes. Dr. Martin called earlier to explain that you would be filling in
for him, Dr. Miller." Dr. Martin was a surprising guy. I wouldn't have
thought that he would be in any shape to make early phone calls.
Unfortunately I didn't have any cards with the Edward Miller name that
had an "M.D." on them, so I would just have to do without. The
receptionist ushered me into the principal's office and told me that =
he
would be with me very shortly. And he was.
The principal was a youngish ruddy guy with thinning red hair
who looked more like a used car salesman than an academic, but then
appearances could be deceiving as I well knew. He made some small talk
about how much they appreciated Dr. Martin, and how much they
appreciated my being willing to come in on such short notice to fill =
in.
"Can't even get my teachers to do that," he added, and I nodded
understandingly. I told him that I had always been involved in sports =
in
high school myself and knew how much it meant to the guys, and that I
wouldn't want anybody to miss out on the fun of playing varsity
football, just because a doctor couldn't make a schedule. "Yeah, well.
Doc Martin got the last of the football team last week. 'Fraid you're
gonna have to do the JV cheerleaders this week." He gave me a wink =
and a
nudge, and I gave him a cold stare. I wondered if maybe he wasn't a =
used
car salesman after all. When he got my reaction, he was all business. =
He
picked up a folder from his desk and handed it to me, saying that it =
had
all of the necessary forms, including the applications the girls had
filled out, then he escorted me down to an office off the gym where =
the
examinations would take place. He left me there, saying that the girls
would be there at eight o'clock, and walked off. I thought that he was
more than a little envious.
I opened the folder and started going over the list of girls who
would be getting examined. There were twelve of them in all. As I
started to read the details my erection started to build. Not a good
thing, but unavoidable. I'd just have to keep it in check once the =
girls
arrived. For the time being I was just going to enjoy the hard-on. =
Most
of the girls were right around a hundred pounds and from about five =
even
to five three. Their dental records showed that several of them had
braces, which for some reason sent a little shiver down my spine. They
ranged from fourteen to seventeen, and from Freshman to Junior. The
thought of browsing at will among their naked bodies was getting to me
already. I went over the list, which seemed to be in just the order =
the
girls had signed up, and had to make a conscious effort not to drool:
Amy Gallagher, 16 Ruth Bagby, 17 Sheri Adams, 15 Shelly White,
14 Janice Yarber, 15 Ally Costa, 14 Jenny Tinsley, 16 Susan Kane, 16
Vicki Williams, 16 Michelle Rowe, 17 Shawna Thomas, 15 Elle Michaels, =
14
As I glanced through their files, they seemed a nice enough group.
All very wholesome. All very delicious, too. Delicious and wholesome,
too. Sounded like breakfast cereal. Made me hungry.
I quickly glanced over the notes the doc had made for me to =
confirm
that I knew the agenda. I did. The girls' coach would put them through
some standard stretching and warmup drills, then the tests would =
begin.
I would check pulse and heartbeat after ten minutes of strenuous
aerobics, then again after a one-mile run. (Timing would be a factor
there, I would have to stagger the girls' start times for the =
aerobics,
then hope that they didn't cluster up too much during the run.) Once =
the
preliminaries were out of the way, we would get down to the good =
stuff.
I would give each girl a very much hands-on physical examination. By =
the
time I had gone over the notes, I could see the girls gathering in the
gym through the large observation window in the office. I moved back =
to
the inner office where I would actually do the physicals and checked
over the equipment. It was shabby but serviceable. I went back to the
outer office where I could see and be seen and pretended to look =
through
their files again. A couple of minutes before eight a fifty-ish woman =
in
a sweat suit appeared in the gym and began talking to the girls. I
guessed that she was their coach. I guessed wrong.
I walked out of the office and up to the woman in sweats, stuck
out my hand and said, "Miss Collins?" I figured that doctors didn't =
have
to bother with petty etiquette rules.
There was a chorus of giggles from the girls that the woman =
ignored
as she shook my hand and replied, "No, I'm Laura Jackson, the =
basketball
coach. Miss Collins should be here shortly. I just stopped by to chat
with the girls; I keep trying to steal them for my team." There were
more giggles. About this time a door at the far end of the gym opened
and another woman in sweats walked in. If this one was Miss Collins, I
might take up cheerleading myself.
She glided up to me, thrust out her right hand and said, "I'm
Sue Collins. You must be Dr. Miller."
I took her hand, and used all the self-control I could muster to
give it a businesslike shake. "Yes," I said, "Very nice to meet =
you." I
had never been more sincere in my life. She was a peaches-and-cream
redhead with emerald green eyes and a tidy body whose perfection
couldn{t be masked by the sweat suit. I started to wonder if there
shouldn{t be a rule that the coaches had to pass physicals, too. There
was a sly twinkle in her eye that made me think that she knew the =
effect
she was having on me, and I had the feeling that the lady could =
probably
handle herself rather well.
Sue told me that she would take about thirty minutes to let the
girls warm up (I was thinking of her as "Sue" already) and that she
hoped I didn{t mind waiting. "They should have told you to be here at
eight-thirty, and you wouldn{t have had to wait," she said in a tone
that told me she had very little use for people who would make such a
mistake.
"That's all right," I said. "Really it is. There's not much I'd =
be
doing between eight and eight-thirty anyway, you know."
"Nevertheless. At any rate, you're here now, and you'll have to
wait. I have to make sure they don't pull anything. Despite what you
might think about cheerleaders, these girls are really athletes, and
good ones at that. I think I have them all in pretty good shape, but
don't try and do anybody any favors by letting them slip through =
without
meeting standards. I don't want them getting hurt."
"I'll show no mercy," I assured her.
She had taken on a rather serious look during her previous speech,
and she nodded seriously in acknowledgment of my promise. Then, as
though someone had flipped a switch, she broke into a bright smile, =
said
"Thanks!", turned to the girls and started whipping them into shape. =
She
was half drill-sergeant, half animal trainer, and all business. And =
she
knew her business, too.
The girls were in a variety of outfits: some in cutoffs, some in
spandex, some in a mixture, and a couple were even in their uniforms.
Sue may have been trying to get the girls warmed up, but she was
succeeding in warming me up pretty well, too. The young bodies bounced
and vibrated and stretched and sweated and I tried to keep my =
admiration
concealed as I continued to shuffle through the papers. Sue called =
her
charges by name as she led them through their paces, and I started
trying to match the names on my list to the faces on the girls. There
was an absolutely stunning blonde wearing tight black shorts and a =
black
bikini top who turned out to be the Amy Gallagher at the top of the
list. She was sixteen according to the chart, but I could have =
dressed
her up and passed her for twenty-four at any club in town. She =
appeared
to be the natural leader of the group as well, though technically the
seventeen year old Ruth Bagby was the head cheerleader. One of the
younger girls, Ally Costa, was wearing an all=ADspandex outfit that =
made
her look like she had violet skin; I made a mental note that she would
be the first one in the back room. As the warmups continued, I put the
rest of the girls in order, saving the delicious Amy Gallagher for =
last
- for dessert, so to speak.
After half an hour Sue had all of us thoroughly warmed up, and
she called a halt to the exercises, then walked over to turn the girls
over to me. I told her that I would need to stagger the start times =
for
their aerobics as well as their run so that I would be able to get
readings from each girl as soon as she had finished. She nodded
understandingly and asked how much time I needed between girls. I told
her that two minutes would be plenty, and handed her the list I had
drawn up with the order I wanted the girls for their examinations. She
glanced at it, then took a closer look, probably trying to figure out
the pattern. Then she turned back to the girls and announced that she
was going to start them off two minutes apart for the aerobics but =
would
only do the first seven and after that Ally, who was first on the =
list,
would take over and start the others since she would be finished by
them. She went on to assign Amy the duty of starting the girls out on
their run, since she would be running last. Then she turned back to =
me
and said that she had to leave, and asked me if I would bring the
completed exams by her office when I was finished. I assured her =
that I
would, and she motioned to Ally to start her timed exercises. Two
minutes later she started the next girl, and so on.
When Ally finished her ten minutes, she came over to me sweating
heavily, but hardly breathing any harder than when she started.
Something I could not claim for myself. I wrapped the cuff of the
sphygmomanometer tightly around her arm and began pumping it up as I
pressed a stethoscope over her artery. This was really a job for a
nurse, not a doctor, but as my arm brushed lightly against her breast =
I
resigned myself to the degradation. I marked Ally's numbers down on =
her
chart, thanked her, and waited for the next girl.
This phase of the exams went smoothly. I had a chance to lay
hands on the girls to size them up, and after they were checked they
went back to some low-intensity exercises on their own to keep from
tightening up before their runs. Talk about a three-ring circus:
watching one group of girls right in front of me giving it their all,
holding a single girl next to me, and watching another group on the
periphery doing free-forms.
As I wrapped the cuff on Amy Gallagher's arm, I had a feeling
that the other girls were paying a bit more attention than they had
been, but it might have been my imagination. By that time my =
attention
was a little frayed, but it was good enough to tell me that Amy looked
every bit as good up close as she did at a distance. I may have =
taken a
bit more time on her blood pressure and pulse than was absolutely
necessary. I considered checking her heartbeat, but decided that it
would be unseemly; I would check all of them after the run. As soon =
as I
finished with Amy, she spun away and told Ally to take the track, and
the girls wandered out the door to begin their runs. I followed
nonchalantly, carrying the paperwork.
I was actually glad for the temporary separation from the girls.
I would have a few minutes until Ally finished her mile, and I spent
the time thinking about the pleasures to come. The girls were flying
around the track, as though they were competing for the best time; I =
was
almost sorry to see Ally come across the finish line for the fourth =
time
and head back inside. Almost, but not quite. I beat her to the door,
but followed her through it. She was panting happily as I checked her
bloodpressure, pulse, and yes, heartbeat. So was I, but I hoped not
too obviously. When she turned away to head for the showers I was
tempted to slap her on the bottom just like one of the guys, but I
stopped myself and just imagined the feeling. And thought about the
chance I was going to have very soon to explore that taut little =
body.
Kid in a candy store? Nah. Better. Way better.
The dozen girls came by in a steady stream at their designated
two minute intervals and I fell into a rhythm. A very pleasurable
rhythm. All the time I was measuring the pulses in that sweaty
girl-flesh, I had visions of them in the showers getting ready for =
their
exams, and of them coming to me to be examined. All of the girls =
seemed
happy and excited, and in my professional opinion in very good health.
Of course on the critical health question I was ethically bound to
reserve judgment until the exams had been completed. Until very =
thorough
exams had been very thoroughly completed. I couldn't wait. Finally the
lovely Amy appeared in front of me, and I deliberately slowed my pace.
Because she was worthy of my full attention of course, but most
importantly to prolong the exquisite agony of waiting to start the =
final
act. By the time Amy headed for the showers it had been well over half
an hour since Ally had left, and she still wasn't back. Then within a
couple of minutes after Amy disappeared through the door, Ally came =
back
through with two of the other girls. They had all changed out of their
sweaty exercise clothes into more conventional garb, but they looked
just as good as they had before. A couple of paces into the room, =
Ally
broke into a trot toward me and came up to ask brightly "Are you going
to do me first, Dr. Miller?"
I had to bite my tongue, but confirmed that she was indeed first. =
I
showed her the screen set up in the outer office where she could =
change
into the examination gown, and told her that as soon as she was ready =
to
knock on the door to the inner office where I would be waiting. She
grabbed a gown and headed behind the screen, and I walked into the =
inner
office to prepare myself for the ordeal. In only a few seconds, there
was a knock on the door and when I opened it, Ally bounded in, bare =
feet
making slapping sounds against the tile floor, hopped up on the table
and sat down. She was wearing her bra and panties under the gown.
"You are Ally Costa, right?" I asked. She admitted it. "And =
you're
fourteen, right?"
"Yes, but I'll be fifteen in November, so I'm okay for cheerleader
as long as I'm fifteen before December, you know."
"Cool," I said. "How long have you been wearing braces?"
"Over a year!" She grimaced.
"Hey, that's all right. They're kind of cute, you know."
"Cute!? Yuk! I can't wait to get rid of them. They're a pain."
"Well, I think they look good on you. Don't be in too much of a
hurry." She grinned, and flashed her braces. "You looked pretty good =
out
there, Ally. How long have you been working on your moves?"
"A long time. I used to want to be a gymnast, but I think
cheerleading is more fun."
"You mean there are more guys on the football team than on the
gym team, right?"
She flashed another grin. "Yeah."
"Well, Ally. Let's make sure you're in shape to make the team.
Ready to go?"
"Yep!"
"You're going to have to remove your bra and panties, you know.
I understand that you might be a little shy, but we want you to make =
the
team."
"Oh, yeah! I forgot!", she said, and slipped her panties down
and dropped them on the floor, dropped the gown to her waist, took off
her bra and dropped it on top of her panties, then pulled the gown =
back
up. She forgot? John R. Martin, you old reprobate!
"Good. Let's get started. Scoot up a little and lie down so
that your heels are on the table." She followed instructions well. I
pulled the gown up and felt her thighs. "Seems like pretty good muscle
tone, Ally. Ever get cramps?" She shook her head. "Not after working
out, or maybe sometimes at night?" She again denied it. "OK. Let's =
lose
this gown. It's going to be in the way for the rest of the exam." She
showed her braces again, crossed her arms in front of her and pulled =
the
gown off and pitched it at a chair. Now she was lying on her back on =
the
table, completely naked. The room was cool, and she had some obvious
goose bumps. Her breasts were small, and sported delicate little =
nipples
which stood proudly erect from the cool air. As the man in charge, I
decided that I would blame arousal rather then the air for her erect
nipples. She had very thin, light pubic hair, but even so it appeared
that she had trimmed it, probably for a summer bikini and now just =
from
habit. Her labia were very pink and showed no signs of excessive wear
and tear. The exam was off to a good start, but now it was time to get
down to business.
"I'm going to check your breasts now, Ally. Tell me if you
experience any discomfort." She nodded okay, and I let my hands cover
her breasts with her erect nipples pressing lightly into my palms. =
"Does
that hurt?" She shook her head. I began massaging her breasts, =
squeezing
them gently with my fingers and rotating my palms across her nipples.
"Any discomfort there?" She shook her head again, but her lips were
pressed tightly together. Her nipples were getting harder. "You have
nice firm breasts, Ally. As long as you wear a properly fitted bra, =
you
shouldn't have any problem during your routines. Have you ever had any
problem with pain in your breasts after one of your workouts?" Again =
she
shook her head, and this time a smothered "No" escaped from between
clenched teeth. "That's good, and what I would expect. If you continue
to take good care of them, you'll have beautiful breasts for a long
time." I continued to work them with my fingers as I talked, and now I
was letting my thumbs flick lightly back and forth across her nipples =
as
I massaged them. She was lying back now with her eyes closed, =
breathing
heavily. For a couple of minutes I was silent, but continued to tease
her breasts, gradually slowing down until my hands were still and back
as they started, covering them. "Now I need for you to spread your =
legs
so I can check your privates, Ally." She immediately opened her legs
without a word to give me access, and I could see that her labia were
now glistening with moisture. I slid one hand down and began to gently
caress her belly, and ran the fingers of the other idly through her
silky pubes.
"I'm going to have to ask you some personal questions now, Ally.
I need the answers for my evaluation, but they won't be in the report
and neither your parents nor your coach will have access to them."
She still had her head thrust back hard against the table with
her eyes tightly closed, but she opened her mouth to say "OK" in a =
husky
voice.
"Are you a virgin, Ally?"
She nodded a couple of times and then said, "Yes."
"Have you ever masturbated before?"
She came back a little quicker than I expected with "Uh-huh, a
couple of times."
As I was asking my questions, my fingertip was working up and
down on the outside of her crack, spreading the moisture which was now
flowing freely. "Do you manipulate your breasts as you do it, or just
your pussy? Excuse me, your privates?"
"Both." She now appeared to be in somewhat greater difficulty.
"Tell me how you do it, Ally. I need to make sure that you're
doing it right so that you don't hurt yourself."
In a voice that seemed to come from a great distance, she began
to speak in fragments. She said that sometimes at night after she had
gone to bed she would slip out of her pajamas and lie naked between =
the
sheets. She would massage her breasts until her nipples were hard, =
then
roll them between her fingers and pull on them. She would feel herself
getting wet and move one hand down to her pussy (her term) and rub it
while she kept playing with her nipples with the other. "Do you ever =
put
your finger inside?" I asked.
"Uh-huh. Sometimes. Most of the time. My friends say that's ok.
It's ok, isn't it?"
"Sure it's okay. That's as normal as can be. Does it feel better
when you do that?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you ever put more than one finger inside?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid to. Even with one finger it feels tight." For the
first time in a long time she smiled and giggled. "Good, but tight." I
chuckled in appreciation of her humor.
"Has anyone else ever put a finger in you?"
She hesitated a second, then said, "Yeah, once."
"Did that feel good?"
"Oh, yes! But I didn't do it again, anyway."
"Has anyone ever put his mouth on your pussy?"
There was a much longer hesitation, then "Yes, but it wasn't =
=8Chis',
it was =8Cher'. And the finger was a girl, too. Does that mean I'm =
gay? I
really like boys, but once my friend and I were talking about what we =
do
to feel good, and we were like showing each other, and she was just
showing me stuff, and..." She began speaking more slowly and =
haltingly.
I chuckled again. "Nope. Once again perfectly normal, Ally. =
Happens
all the time. After all, playing is fun, and it can be a lot safer to
play with girls than boys."
She thought about that a second, then giggled again. "Yeah, I
guess so, but all the same I don't think I'll do it again with a girl.
God, you know I'm just as wet now as then, anyway."
"That's the way it's supposed to work, Ally. When you get older
that will make it easier for a penis to slide inside. Mother Nature =
has
it all planned out. And it works out well for now, too, because I want
to check inside you, and that will make it much easier." I had the
proper tools for the job in the bag, but I figured that I had fingers
for a reason, so with that I bent over until I was staring right at =
her
pussy, then gently pulled it open with my fingers and began to make a
show of carefully looking inside. "When your friend was giving you a
little mouth action did she do anything with your clitoris, or just =
lick
you a little?"
"I don't think she touched my clit...I don't remember for sure,
but I don't think she did."
"Then she didn't, Ally. If she had, you would have remembered
it. What I've been doing so far feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
She grinned again, "Oh, yeah..."
"Well, I haven't touched your clit yet..." With that, I let my
finger slide up to =8Cthe little man in the boat' and began circling
around and around. Ally gave a sharp gasp of surprise and her hips
jumped. "Feel good?" She just moaned in response. I moved my thumb up =
to
massage her clit, and let my middle finger slide into her up to the
first knuckle. She clamped down on it and began to pulsate. I inserted
my forefinger alongside the other and began to work both fingers =
deeper
into her. She was writhing back and forth on the table, humping my =
hand
and driving up into me, moaning voicelessly. "If I kept this up, you
would probably have an orgasm," I said casually. I kept working her =
clit
for another few seconds, then said, "But I'm here to certify your
condition, not to fingerfuck you, so I'd better stop and finish this
up."
"No! Please don't stop... That feels really good. Don't stop
yet...ok? Just a little more..."
"Well, I suppose just a little more wouldn't hurt." Her pussy
was beginning to tighten even more, and to squeeze my fingers
rhythmically.
"I feel funny.... Light... Far away... Oh, God! Something's
happening to me!"
"I think you're probably having an orgasm, Ally... Just relax
and enjoy it."
"Don't stop! My God!! Don't stop" She was speaking through =
clenched
teeth now. She suddenly reached beneath her head and yanked the flat
pillow around and bit into it hard. She continued to shout and moan,
but now into the pillow to muffle the sound. Then suddenly she =
shuddered
and relaxed. She trembled for a few seconds, then gave another mighty
shudder and relaxed again. She pulled the pillow from her mouth, =
sucked
in a couple of deep breaths, sighed, and asked, "Orgasm?"
"Yep. I believe it was, Ally. But you'll experience much better
ones as you get older and learn more. And let's face it: fingers are =
no
substitute for a penis." I smiled smugly.
"Well, anyway. You're even better than Janice."
I mentally went back over the list. "Janice Yarber?" I thought
maybe I'd get the other side of the story later.
"No, silly! She's another cheerleader. This is a different Janice
altogether. You don't know her. But you are better than she is. Better
than Dr. Martin, too. All he does is talk."
John R. Martin, you cowardly old reprobate! Perhaps that was =
unfair,
maybe he was a principled old reprobate. But I'd vote for cowardly. =
But
he was still my guy. He got me the job, after all.
Ally continued to chatter incessantly, but purely out of good
feeling. I assured her that not only had she passed her physical and
qualified to be a cheerleader, but that she was a remarkably =
attractive
and healthy young lady who had just experienced an orgasm while
retaining an intact hymen and remaining a technical virgin. I put the
examination gown back on her, patted her on the back, and gently moved
her out the door as I asked her to have the next girl come in when she
was ready.
One down, eleven to go.
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As it turned out, the first was the best...or at least the most
fun. The other girls followed in order; the sound of bare feet on tile
was burned into my mind by the end of the day. I managed to get a
healthy massage in on all the breasts, and at least slide a finger
through all the pussies, but most of the girls seemed disconcerted if
not reluctant, and only three let me go as far as Ally had. Of the
three, only Janice Yarber had let me bring her to an orgasm. Elle
Michaels I think really, really wanted to, but was so nervous she never
got there. The last member of the group was Amy Gallagher. She seemed
totally delighted with the whole thing, and was the only one who
admitted to being a non-virgin. More importantly, while I was fingering
her and talking about orgasms she said that she was really enjoying
everything, but it usually took a little longer to get her to finish.
While that would normally have rendered me impotent for days from
embarrassment she was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that I
took it in stride. At the end of the day I felt that I had my money{s
worth, but I wasn{t finished. The doc hadn{t called, and I had all my
calls to that number forwarded to a cell phone tucked in the black bag
so I hadn{t missed him. I decided to push my luck just a bit more.
The exams had (for some reason) dragged on a little longer than
expected, so by the time I had finished with Amy not only was Sue
Collins back in the gym, but so were the parents, waiting to get the
word on their daughters{ qualifications. Shortly after Amy had exited
the outer office and stepped into the gym I picked up a clipboard and
walked out in front of the bleachers and the assembled multitudes. As I
did, I noticed Amy in close conversation with her coach. At first I felt
a surge of panic, but it was apparent that the conversation was full of
good humor so I relaxed and gave my speech. First I congratulated all
the parents and coaches (Laura Jackson was sitting there as well) for
keeping their girls so fit, then I announced that all had passed their
exams. Then I asked for Amy Gallagher, Janice Yarber, Ally Costa, and
Elle Michaels to see me with their parents before they left. The other
girls and their parents wandered out of the gym, while the selected few
remained in their seats. As did Sue Collins.
When the select group and I were left alone, I delivered my speech.
I had been doing research on the relationship of physical conditioning
to aerobic measurements and the four girls I had named had exceptional
characteristics that I very much would like to include in my paper. I
would therefore like to have the girls do some additional tests for me
if it was agreeable with all concerned. The tests would take at least
two to three hours uninterrupted. I realized that family considerations
would come first, but if it was agreeable with everyone if the parents
could get the girls to the outside door of the gym at eight o{clock, I
would guarantee to get them home before midnight myself; the parents
would not have to pick them up. This appeared to precipitate
considerable discussion, but then my favorite cheerleader coach spoke up
with a proposal of her own. She suggested that when the tests were
finished, the girls could spend the night with her; she lived nearby, so
the girls could be safely off the streets well before midnight. I
thought it rather a strange suggestion, but it turned out that slumber
parties at Sue{s house were a common event, so that was immediately
accepted as the plan. Once that had been decided, I tried to get to her
to thank her for her help, but she had disappeared. I went by the
office, explained the situation to the nice ladies there, and got the
necessary keys and authorizations to use the building after eight.
Amazing.
I was going to have several hours to kill before eight, so I
went back to the exam room and began writing up my reports. There
wasn{t really much to do; I could probably have finished all of them in
ten minutes if I had been pressed for time but I wasn{t, so I didn{t. As
I went through the girls{ records, I replayed the sessions in my mind,
merging memory and fantasy. I saved the records of the four elect for
last, and as I was going over them, I thought about what I might be able
to pull off when they came back. At that pace, I killed more than two
hours. I expected to see people coming by the office wondering what I
was doing, but not a soul appeared the entire afternoon. A little before
six o{clock I decided to leave and find a place to grab something to
eat. It would have been convenient if Sue Collins had been around
somewhere to ask for suggestions, but she wasn{t so I decided to just
drive around the area and see what I could find. What I eventually found
was an Italian restaurant with a strong West Coast influence. West Coast
Italian didn{t seem to be a big attraction around here judging by the
sparse crowd, but the food turned out to be edible anyway. I took my
time, but skipped the wine, even though I allowed myself a single
martini before dinner. I managed to time it just about right, and left
myself with time to arrive back at the school around quarter till eight.
I parked the car in the same slot I had left earlier, but this
time it was the only car in the lot although I could see I couple of
cars in another lot at the side of the building. Being a skeptic, I had
checked the keys I had been given before I left so when I tried the main
door and found it locked it was a comforting feeling. At least somebody
around here believed in locking things. I unlocked the door, entered,
and locked it behind me. I strolled through the empty, near-dark halls
to the gym and used another key there to get in. I had left the light on
in the office, and it was still on. I played with light switches to get
a bank of lights turned on near the outside door, but left the others
turned off. When I walked over and opened the outside door, all four
girls were already waiting, together with Sue Collins. No parents were
visible. For a moment I was afraid that Sue would want to stay for the
"exams", but as soon as I opened the door she gave me a brief nod of
acknowledgement, told Amy to call her when they were ready to be picked
up, turned, and left. The girls bounced through the door into the gym.
Just as I was ready to start my little speech, Amy spoke up and
said, "I don{t really like this big gym when there{s no one here. It{s
kind of creepy. Why don{t we use the girls{ locker room instead? There{s
plenty of room in there but it{s not like this." The other girls
chattered agreement.
The thought struck me that while I{ve been in many places in my
life, I{d never been in a high school girls{ locker room. I ruefully
said that it would be fine with me to use whatever room they wanted, but
I didn't have a key for the locker room. Amy flashed a brilliant smile.
"That's ok. I do." She twirled a key on a piece of chain around her
finger. "Come on, let's go."
Perhaps I should have been suspicious. Certainly I should have
been suspicious. I wasn't. Shows what happens when you think with your
hormones. "Lead the way, Amy. You seem to know what you're doing." I
followed her through a door and down a dark hallway with the rest of the
girls in trail. There was no light at all in the hall once the door had
closed, but Amy turned on a small flashlight and walked rapidly along.
The hallway made a turn to the left, then ended in a cross corridor.
Amy flashed her light once quickly to the left, said "That's the boys'
locker room down there", and then turned to the right. This hallway made
a turn to the left, then a little further on we stopped in front of a
door on the right which Amy quickly unlocked with her key. She walked in
and flipped a light switch and the rest of us followed her into the
room.
The room was very well equipped, particularly in comparison to
the rather shabby office I had used for the exams. There were lockers,
of course, and a shower room off to the left, but there was also what
appeared to be an AV room, an exercise floor, and what appeared to be a
training room complete with a whirlpool. It was nevertheless a locker
room. It smelled different than the locker rooms I was used to, but it
was a locker room. I could feel myself begin to stiffen. Amy led the way
on to the exercise floor and said, "OK. Are we all ready to get
started?" There was a trio of voices saying "Yeah!" Then she turned
directly to me and said, "Did you have fun today?" They all watched me
expectantly.
I was suddenly at a loss for words. While I was trying to think
of something to say, she continued, "We certainly did, didn't we?" The
others nodded agreement. "And that's why we're here, isn't it?" This was
clearly directed at me.
I started to replay my spiel about the paper I was doing, but
Amy interrupted, "Knock off the bullshit. We don't have time for that
tonight." I stopped and stared. "Let's get this all out in the open, OK?
Remember last summer in Aurora Hills? I was there for a couple of weeks
staying with my aunt and you were there driving a UPS truck. And you
weren't a UPS driver, either. Because I wanted to find out who you were
so I asked my uncle, because he's the local UPS manager there."
There was nothing I wanted to say. Actually, that's not exactly
true: there were several things I would have loved to say, but none of
them were nice. I knew that damned UPS thing was going to be a problem,
but I never thought it would come back to haunt me like this. "You must
have seen my brother. He works for UPS." I wanted to take the words back
as soon as I heard them. I began to wonder how I had ever survived this
long.
"Then it certainly wasn't your brother, because whoever was driving
that truck didn't work for UPS. And besides, it was you. I recognize
that little scar by your left eye." I said nothing.
"Now then, let's get started, OK? Today was fun, but there were
a couple of things that were kind of left unfinished, you know?" She
started unbuttoning her blouse, and the other girls followed her lead.
"It's only fair that you finish what you started." She kicked off her
shoes, dropped her jeans and slipped out of them. "And besides, we've
got some other things we've thought of that we want to do, too." She
shrugged out of her blouse, reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
"And we kind of thought that you would help us out, just to be nice."
She dropped the bra, and hooked her thumbs in her bikini briefs. "And
besides," she pulled the briefs down and stepped out of them, "we
wouldn't want you to get in any kind of trouble, you know." All four
girls were standing naked in front of me. "So we thought that you would
probably do it, just for us."
My mind had shut down completely. The synapses were just not
firing. Then a hazy thought or two fought its way to the surface. I was
being blackmailed. Me. Blackmailed. Totally humiliating. Infuriating.
But it definitely had an upside. I still stood dumbly listening to Amy,
but conscious at some very primitive level of the raw power being
mustered up against me. After waiting for a few seconds for a response,
Amy suggested gently, "Don't you think you should get ... Comfortable?
We can help if you like." With that she walked up to me, reached up and
slowly began to loosen my tie. Janice came up and helped me out of my
jacket, while Ally and Elle began taking off my shoes and socks. Amy
began very slowly unbuttoning my shirt as Ally and Elle opened my belt
and pants and began to slide them down. I obediently lifted each foot in
turn so they could get my pants off. Janice eased me out of my
undershirt, and the two fourteen-year olds couldn't repress their
giggles as they pulled down my briefs and took them off.
Amy had backed away a step or two and stood surveying her new
territory. "There! Now isn't that better?" Still speechless, I nodded
slowly. "Good! Now then.... Let's start with unfinished business. I
think Elle has the top priority. You didn't give her an orgasm today,
and she really wanted one, and now she really needs one, so the first
thing you need to do is give her a nice orgasm. I think you should start
again at the beginning, but since we're all friends now you can you use
your mouth, too. Actually, I think that should apply to all of us. I
move that Doc UPS here should make full use of his mouth as well as his
hands in carrying out his duties this evening." Ally seconded, and the
motion carried unanimously among the eligible voters. I would have voted
for it myself if I had had a vote. "Elle," Amy asked, "where do you want
to start, on the floor, or on a table?" Elle said that she preferred the
floor since we would have a lot more room. That wasn't a bad choice,
since the floor was covered with exercise pads and the girls immediately
began spreading sheets from the tables over the pads.
Elle lay down on the sheets, and motioned that she was ready.
Amy looked at me and said, "You're on, stud. Do it good." I figured that
good wasn't good enough. I was by damn going to give a magnificent
performance. I sat down next to Elle, then lay beside her, slipping my
arm under her neck and turning her to me. I kissed her on the forehead
and began running my fingers through her hair, tracing the curves of her
ear. She began to purr contentedly. I gradually let my hand fall lower
and follow her shoulder down to the curve of her elbow; as I did so, my
arm moved across her breasts, coming to rest on her very erect nipples.
I nuzzled her ear, then let my lips trace the curve of her throat down
to the hollow. I slid down slightly, and moved my hand to cover one of
her breasts while my lips worked their way down to cover the nipple of
the other. Elle was breathing very harshly, panting irregularly, and
beginning to produce an almost inaudible moan. With my hand I began to
tease one nipple, and with my mouth I covered the other. I sucked it in,
and pressed it out with my tongue, then began to suck it in and circle
it with my tongue while working with my lips. Her moans were no longer
inaudible. I released her breast and let my hand caress its way down
along her waist, past her hip, and all the way down until my fingers
rested behind her knee. Then I started slowly kissing my way down from
her breasts across her belly to the inside of her thigh. I let my cheek
rest against her mound, now soaking wet, as I licked her thigh with
long, slow strokes. Her moans were now sharp, resonant, gasps. I could
hear the murmur of conversation from the other girls, but I couldn't
make out what they were saying. I didn't really care at that point,
anyway. My licks along her thigh grew longer, approaching closer and
closer to the source of all that wetness. She was beginning to move her
hips more and more strongly, to the point that I could no longer
restrain her. I decided it was time. I moved up to cover her mound with
my mouth, now letting my tongue make long slow passes up through her
slit, stopping just short of her clit. Then I began to press my tongue
into her, and at the same time press her clit with my upper lip. I had a
trick or two that I still hadn't used when she began to shudder and
quake in the onset of a full-blown orgasm. Another followed within
seconds. She clamped her legs around my neck, pulling me tightly into
her, then had another mighty orgasm, which seemed to be more powerful
than the first two. After that, she seemed to relax, so I slid up to
where I could put my arm around her shoulders, then held her close to me
while she came back down. After a minute or two, she looked up at me,
smiled, and said, "Thanks."
Amy smiled, too, and said to me, "I like to see a man who takes
pride in his work. But we have another couple of items of unfinished
business. This morning you gave Ally a very nice orgasm, but you also
got her mind all filled with penises and fucking and you left her a
virgin. I'm afraid you're going to have to fuck her tonight." My eyes
were already glazed over, but I tried desperately to give them a
questioning look. "That does raise a problem, you understand. I have a
condom you can wear, of course, but it doesn't seem fair to Ally to have
her first fuck with a condom. Here's the deal. If you are absolutely
certain, and I mean absolutely certain, that you have no diseases that
she could catch, you fuck her with no condom. Otherwise, she just has to
suffer. If you fuck her without a condom, and she catches anything at
all, I will personally guarantee that you will spend a very long time in
a place where you will be raped nightly by very large, very ugly, very
AIDS-ridden men. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded affirmatively. "Do
you need a condom?" I shook my head. I was pretty sure. "OK, then. Go
fuck her however she wants to be fucked."
I looked over at Ally. She showed me her ironworks, then said
coquettishly, "First do me like you did Elle, OK?" Sounded fair to me.
Just like I did Elle, I did Ally... Right up until after the
first orgasm. Then I moved over her, let my cock slide up through her
slit, then into her just an inch or so. She had tensed up as I started
to penetrate her, so I stopped without even the head completely inside
her. I began caressing her and kissing her until she relaxed a bit, then
slid in a bit more. Once the head was completely in, I was able to slide
in until I could feel her hymen without any problem. Ally was moving her
hips rhythmically and making sounds that were almost singing. I was
moving out and in, out and in, each time stretching her hymen just a bit
more. Then, once we were moving in perfect sync, I pressed past it. She
gave a very short gasp, then looked up at me and said "That's it? We've
done it?" In response, I began to drive deeper and deeper. Now she
really started to enjoy it. And so did I. I held off as long as I could,
but on her next orgasm I lost it. I felt stream after stream pour deep
into her. She held me tightly, so tightly I was having difficulty
breathing. When both of our orgasms had subsided, she told me
conspiratorially "I could really feel that coming into me. That was
really, really neat." Actually, I thought so, too.
We lay still for a couple of minutes, then Amy's voice came ringing
in, "You guys finished? We've got a lot to do, and we're behind
schedule." Ally stretched, cat-like, and then turned over and held me
very close to her.
"OK, Ally. Give it up. You'll get another shot." This time Amy
was insistent, demanding. Ally languidly rolled over and released me.
Amy rapped on a desk top with a pencil and said, "New business.
We've agreed that as long as we have this opportunity, it would be
criminal to let it go unutilized. Doc UPS, there are a few experiments
we need to carry out on the male anatomy, and your male anatomy has been
the one selected." She looked at me, and still in shock, I nodded.
"Very good", she went on. "First we'll loosen you up a little.
Relax all those tired, tense muscles. Please lie face down on the mat."
I complied. I had my face turned to the side toward the girls, but all I
could see from my position was legs and feet. I told myself that all
things considered the view wasn't bad.
Amy's voice moved around toward my feet together with a complete
set of legs which were no doubt attached. "Now we'll do this one at a
time, but I want you to watch carefully while I demonstrate." She
stepped on to my legs, planting one of her feet firmly on each. "I want
you to kind of shuffle your feet as you move along. Don't slide them,
just kind of jiggle his muscles." She showed what she wanted. She walked
up the back of my thighs, doing her magic shuffle along the way, until
she stood firmly on my buttocks. Then she started shifting her weight
back and forth from foot to foot, which was doing interesting things to
my erection. "We want to get him nice and relaxed now because we've got
a lot that we're going to use him for, and we don't want to lose him
before we're finished. How are you doing, Doc?"
I mumbled that I was doing just fine, and she said, "Good," and
began walking up my back. When she reached my shoulders she moved her
feet in circles a couple of times, then jumped down with one foot
brushing the hair on the back of my neck, and the other directly in
front of my eyes. She pivoted and walked back over with the others.
"Janice, you're up." Janice hopped up on my legs and began to do her
little variation. She shuffled along as Amy had directed, but also dug
in with her toes at each step, wiggling and giving light little pinches.
As the routine progressed, I thought to myself that it wasn't exactly
working as advertised. Yeah, there were muscle groups that were relaxing
quite nicely, but my hardon sure as hell wasn't relaxing. When Elle took
her turn, she did turns and spins that I thought might lever me right
off the mat. Then Ally decided she was going to do some dance steps,
singing her own beat. The others joined in the singing, and Ally
prolonged her routine for a good five minutes. A couple of minutes into
it, I felt moisture on my back. At first I thought it was sweat, then I
realized that Ally was inadvertently giving me back what I had just
given her. It was all I could do to keep from losing it right then. I
gritted my teeth and tried not to think about where I was and what was
happening, desperately trying to hold on. Ally finally finished her
routine to general applause, then took her dismount. I remembered what
she had said about being a gymnast before.
"Everybody all ready to go now?", Amy asked. There was a chorus
of positive responses, then she said, "How about you, Doc? You OK?" I
nodded, with my cheek still pressed against the floor, and answered that
I was. "Ally, we're going to need your assistance to start this
off. Just lie back down exactly where you were while he was fucking you.
That's right. Right there." She turned her attention to me. "Now then,
lie down on your stomach between her legs positioned so that you can eat
her comfortably." I complied. My cock was, despite all, getting hard
again, and it folded up conveniently beneath me.
"Now then, ladies," Amy began, "we're going to explore the male
anatomy. You will find that men enjoy this, though they deny it. Just as
Doc UPS explored our pussies, each of us will get the opportunity to
explore him. Doc, you may begin eating Ally now." I needed no further
invitation; I began lapping madly. "Janice, I believe Doc gave you an
orgasm today, so you really should return the favor. Elle, if you would
hand me that Vaseline, please." I started to get worried. "Now then,
you'll each need to get lubed up, just as I'm doing now." She had a hand
on my ass, idly stroking me, then I felt Vaseline being smeared, and she
suddenly thrust a finger into my ass. "Doc, would you lift your hips
please? Pull your knees up to support you. That's a good boy." I was
now on my knees and elbows with my face buried in Ally's snatch, and my
hard-on probing thin air. "Now watch how his cock moves as I move my
finger." I wasn't able to watch, but I could damn sure feel it. "OK,
Janice, now milk him. Just wrap your fingers around it and pump him.
Keep it up until he spurts." I felt soft fingers circle my cock and
begin to move. Amy's finger in my ass was twitching in sync with
Janice's strokes. I knew I wouldn't be able to take much of this.
"That's good, Janice. Just like that. Doc, you just keep eating Ally,
don't pay any attention to us." That was a good theory, but she no
sooner had the words out of her mouth than I could feel myself spurting,
and spurting heavily. "Very good, Janice! Nice job!" Amy circled her
finger a couple of times and made my cock jump again. "Wasn't that
nicely done, Doc? Tell Janice thank you." My mouth was busy working
Ally's snatch, but I lifted my head enough to thank Janice, then went
back to work.
"Ok, girls, it's time to switch," Ally said. "Janice, you lube
up and finger his ass hole just the way I showed you. Ally, you come
back here and watch what Janice is doing while you milk him. Elle, you
take Ally's place and let him eat you." Everybody moved, except me.
I would have bet serious money that after screwing Ally and
being beat off by Janice that I wouldn't have had enough left to produce
again. I would have been wrong. Both Ally and finally Elle were able to
get a serious shot out of me. There was a sizeable pool of cum on the
mat beneath me by the time they had all finished, perhaps a tablespoon
or even more. Amy stirred it with her finger, then licked the residue
and smacked her lips. The other girls again followed her example. Amy
looked up and took pity on me for being left out; she dipped her finger
in again and asked me, "Want a lick?" I had the feeling that I had
better accept, so I did. When I did, she bent over, took the head of my
cock in her mouth and sucked and licked it briefly. She looked up and
smiled and said, "Hey! I can still taste Ally! Anybody else want a
taste?" Of course, they all did, with Ally first in line. When they had
all satisfied their curiosity, Amy looked up at the clock and said that
we still had time for me to fuck some more if anybody was interested.
Everybody was interested, including Ally. Amy decreed that everyone
would just have to take turns, with Ally last since she had already been
fucked once tonight. She furthermore decreed that since time was running
out, there wouldn't be any foreplay. I would just lie down on my back,
and as long as somebody could get my dick hard they could ride it.
Surprisingly, that worked out rather well. I don't think anybody managed
another orgasm (I know I didn't), but everybody had fun (I know I did.)
When Ally finally climbed off of me, Amy clapped her hands sharply and
said, "OK, everybody, let's hit the showers!" I suddenly realized that
Amy had been strictly the leader, and had not participated, other than
to demonstrate for the others. The other three girls trotted off toward
the shower room, and Amy nudged me with her toe, "Come on, Doc. You,
too." I looked up and she extended her hand to help me up, then walked
beside me into the showers. The water was already flowing when we
walked in, and so was the chatter. The day's activities seemed to be the
sole topic of conversation. Janice looked over when we walked in and
said "Hi, Doc!" and pitched me a bar of soap.
I was beginning to feel almost normal, if you can believe that.
After all doesn't everybody shower with four cheerleaders? Amy had
started soaping up, and since I seemed to be left out of the
conversation turned to me and asked, "Ever been in a girls' shower room
before, Doc?"
I answered truthfully, "Nope. Never."
"So your first time, and you manage to find one that's occupied,
huh? Some people are just lucky, I guess. Here. Get my back." She handed
me her soap. As I soaped that expanse of smooth flesh, I found to my
surprise that I was reaching a full erection again. When Amy turned back
around, she glanced down, grinned, and said, "Hey, look at this! Guess
we should have started at seven o'clock." There was another chorus of
giggles. "Guess you'll have to take care of that one yourself, Doc.
We're going to have to wrap this up for now." With that, they turned off
the showers and streamed out to towel off and get dressed.
By that time, we were actually running a little late, and Amy called
Sue for a pickup. As soon as she was off the phone, she called me off
into a corner. She took the lapels of my coat in her hands, pulled me
down, and kissed me on the lips. Then she said, "You know, we didn't
quite finish all the unfinished business. I still haven't had my
orgasm."
I suddenly realized she was right. "But you had plenty of chances
tonight, why didn't you..." She cut me off.
"The responsibilities of leadership", she said. "I had to take
care of everyone else first. Besides", she grinned, "I have a few
different things in mind. The doctor bit won't cut it again, you know."
I nodded. "You'll have to show a little creativity if you want to fuck
me." I nodded. "I do plan to take tennis lessons soon, so if you
happened to be a tennis pro that might help." I nodded, but I knew that
wouldn't work. "Anyway, I'm sure you'll think of something. When you do,
let me know and I'll handle my side of it."
"How can I let you know?"
"Send me email whenever you think of something."
"Sure. That will work. Address?"
"scoll92@aol.com"
"That's your email address?" It didn't seem likely.
"No. Not really. That's Miss Collins. But she'll make sure it
gets to me."
I wanted to ask a question, but I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted
to ask. I looked puzzled.
Amy grinned. "There's one more thing you need to know. If you
have any idea of fucking Miss Collins, you'll have to get unanimous good
reviews from us first before she'll even talk to you. And you won't get
a review from me until I can give an honest one. Got that?"
I couldn't have been more motionless if I'd been carved of
stone.
"From what I saw tonight, I think you would do okay, but most of
that was kid stuff. I couldn't vouch for you on just that, you
understand." I nodded. "Miss Collins is kind of picky, but I know what
she likes. You do good by me, and I'll do good by you. Understand?" I
nodded again.
The other girls had already gone outside, and a horn began to
honk. Amy took me by the hand and led me to the door. Everyone else was
already in the car. Amy stopped me directly under the outside light for
the door where we would be clearly visible, pulled my head down, and
gave me a long, lingering kiss, then got into the car and waved as it
pulled away.
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