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Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



This continues the introduction of Cindy in GINNY TURNS PRO, Ch. 3. Just click on my name and go to the link to read that one. Many thanks for your votes and feedback. We welcome them.

I’m proud of myself. I turned down a generous offer of sex from a beautiful young woman – girl, really – which could easily have upset my conventional, yet entertaining, life. I didn’t refuse her because of a noble principle. I’m not sure what that might be anymore. Instead, I rejected her out of fear of being caught fucking her either by my family, friends or business acquaintances. 

Such a conflict is not new to me. My current marriage is stable, largely because of lessons learned from many infidelities during previous marriages. My wife, Lee, close to my own age of 50, is happily involved with her family, having a married daughter and son Mike, soon to be wedded. My business is successful and allows me access to a rich tapestry of activities, not the least important of which is enjoying the company of women. I’ve elsewhere described myself as a “pussy junkie,” though the current vernacular might be “horn dog.” Regardless, my habit of being unfaithful has become so regular that it seems only when I break it – by declining a woman’s carnal request – does it result in a quandary that is taxing if not insoluble.

Though pleased with my decision to turn down the enticing and vivacious Cindy, an 18-year-old ice skating student of my prospective daughter Ginny, I fear that in doing so I may have created a greater problem than I’d anticipated. Because Ginny and I are ourselves in the midst of a blistering, two-month-long affair, recently complicated by including her married ice skater friend, Carol, I wonder if I might find a more graceful resolution to the situation by informing all three women that I’ve decided to cease all extramarital activities. That might prove the end of the whole, ridiculous soap opera. 

But it wouldn’t be very exciting. Nor would it do justice to the stunningly exquisite Cindy, whose young life already has been molded by the exigencies of raging hormones, wealthy, spoiling parents, and the bitter perils facing an intelligent though naïve, barely-legal beauty in a show business environment peopled by the conniving and rapacious.

Last Sunday Cindy propositioned me in my offices after I concluded an afternoon-long sexual debauch with Ginny and Carol, both principal organizers of an ice show under my direction that starred the 18-year-old. Now Cindy is prepared to audition with professional ice companies. I’d gotten to know the girl from a distance due to her father’s involvement as lead financial backer of the show and, unbeknownst to Ginny and Carol, she’d engineered a meeting with me after my two paramours had left my photo studio. Visibly hurt when I refused her advances, she said she’d contact me about a “thank you” party soon to be thrown by her doctor father. 

So, I wasn’t surprised when late in the day on Thursday Cindy called the office. “Jay? Daddy asked me to call and see if you could come to the house for cocktails tonight,” she said in her high, sing-song voice.

“Uhh, I guess I can make it, Cindy,” I said. My wife, Lee, has sorority meetings on Thursday nights, so I was free. “Are Ginny and Carol coming?” I questioned, implicitly making their presence a condition of my attendance.

“Mm-hmm, on their way,” she said, quickly. “It’s real windy out here, so we probably can’t swim.”

“That’s okay,” I snickered. “I’d be uneasy with all you gorgeous babes in swim suits, anyway,” I confessed, glad that the blustery, late October weather might force everyone to remain discreetly clothed.

I left the office early to make the 25 mile trip, and had some minor difficulty driving into the hot winds that in autumn blow into California from the eastern deserts. An annual fire hazard, in southern California they’re called “Santa Anas,” and in the north, “Diablo winds,” or the more benign “offshore flow.” Whatever. For a couple of weeks they cause police departments to have fits, and jail cells to swell, as they make people crazier even than during full moon cycles. 

I arrived at Cindy’s parents’ house and it was blowing hard. It was dusk, and I dodged a couple of fallen tree branches as I made my way to the front door. Carol’s car was nowhere to be seen, I observed, casually. Three rings of the doorbell brought no one. Walking around to the side of the house, I heard music coming from the pool area, barely audible over the howling wind. I yelled for Cindy a couple of times, went back to the front door, and rang the bell again. A light came on in the foyer and the door opened to reveal Cindy, her chest rising and falling from running.

“Sorry! I was in the pool and heard ya’ call me! Did ya’ wait long?” she asked. She wore a white, floor-length terrycloth robe and her black, Dutch-boy haircut and pert, foxy face were dripping with water. The belted robe accentuated her exaggeratedly curvy figure.

“Nope,” I said, stepping inside as the wind-driven door slammed behind me. “Everybody in back?” I asked, as she turned and skipped toward the rear of the house and the pool deck.

I caught up with her at the dimly-lit bar just inside the french doors leading to the deck. She turned quickly and gasped excitedly, “Before ya’ say anything…I lied.” Smiling guiltily, she admitted, “Mom and Daddy are still at the lake…an’ you’re the only one I called.”

“Damn it, Cindy! I told you we couldn’t do this!” I blurted to her. “Lying to me only makes it worse!”

“Oh, Jay, I’m sorry! But, how can I…how can I…talk to you if you always push me away?” she whined, stepping toward me. I exhaled disgustedly, shaking my head, and turned away. Then she bribed me by asking, “Want a drink?”

“Yeah, okay, scotch…over ice,” I said, exasperated but thirsty. 

“Single malt okay?” she asked, emptying what was left from a bottle into a large tumbler.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, wanting to say I didn’t drink single malt with ice. She passed the glass to me, caressing my hand as she did so.

“Come relax. Please!” Cindy said, as she glided over to a couch, pointing for me to sit as she plopped onto a nearby ottoman. Her long, white robe parted in front to reveal her muscular skater’s legs from toe to high on the thigh. My groin pulsed as her knees glistened.

“First, about last Sunday,” she chirped, “Sorry I was so pushy. But I’d wanted ta’ talk to you when we were rehearsing the show and didn’t have a chance. Like I said, I know about you and Ginny and, while I was waiting outside for her to leave with Carol, I met your neighbor and we talked for the longest time,” she confessed, looking at me for a reaction.

The room was silent except for the howling winds outside. I looked at her, clinking the ice as I sipped, and asked, quietly, “Which neighbor?”

“You know, the pretty, dark lady…Erica…the doctor,” she said, trying innocently to hide some secret in the deep blue eyes that glinted from behind long, black lashes.

I took a long gulp from my glass, listening to the wind, and thought, Christ! Erica! That manipulative wench! What plot have you two dreamed up? “What’d you guys talk about?” I asked, probingly.

“Well,” Cindy purred, pursing her round, red mouth, “She said you were real popular in the neighborhood and that you’d…ya’ know…been together.” She said this softly, groping for a delicate way to put it, as she placed both hands in her lap and leaned forward with embarrassed emphasis.

“And I’ll bet you two just happened to be outside when we were ‘wrapping up the afternoon,’” I accused, euphemistically referring to Sunday’s wild threesome and wanting to expose Cindy’s duplicity.

“Well…yeah, we started to knock but it sounded like you were…ya’ know…busy, so we just went back to my car and talked,” she continued, fingering her black bangs, which by now had dried. “An’ later we went to her place for a cup of tea.”

“Mm-hmm,” I acknowledged, draining my glass and feeling more relaxed.

“Want another?” Cindy asked.

“You finished the bottle,” I said, wanting to retain all my sober faculties for this situation.

“C’mon, Jay. Daddy buys it by the case,” she giggled. “He, uhh…drinks a lot.”

My mind reeled at the ramifications of that statement, but I just filed it away. “Okay, Cindy, you’ve got your audience. Tell me more!” I said, as she got up to open another bottle and refresh my drink. The sash untied and her robe opened as she rose. Her succulent, young body flashed at me as she passed, and my breath caught as her breasts and loins showed only the briefest, black bikini. Outside, the winds grew in intensity and the dim light over the bar flickered from some brief power interruption.

“Well, like I said, I’ve got lotsa’ friends, but they’re all so young,” she said, repeating herself from the previous Sunday. She passed me the double scotch over the back of the couch and came around to stand in front of me as she retied her robe. She then sat next to me, slowly sitting on one underlying leg, which reopened her robe to reveal her front to her vulva, covered only by the thin, black triangle of her bikini bottom. Her probing look silently questioned the effects the calculated move had on me. “The guys I know are all so silly and selfish. They just don’t know how to treat me. An’ I know you do. I mean, everybody says…”. Then, catching herself, she tried another tack: “An’ I’ve always liked older men! Ya’ know…Daddy’s friends…”. Deciding against continuing in that vein, she snorted, breezily, “It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything!” trying as a teenager does to emulate her version of a worldly woman.

Unimpressed, I challenged in a monotone, “How old are you, Cindy? You say you’re 18. Prove it to me!” Though weakening, I found it impossible that this beauty could in any way need an old man’s sexual favors except, perhaps, to win a bet. 

She sighed, then left the room for a moment, returning with her purse. I’d gotten up to look at the pool and wind-swept trees through the french doors, desperately needing some air to relieve my simmering hostility and the pervasive sexual tension. Showing me her driver’s license, I saw that she was, indeed, of legal age. “Where are your birth control pills?” I demanded, assuming – though ambivalently – that she had them.

Reaching into her purse, she produced the plastic container, which I studied closely. “Been on ‘em since I was 16!” she bragged, flashing a proud smile.

“And Ginny? What about Ginny?” I asked, probing for a guilty reaction. “She’s worked with you for years, prepping you to be a pro, and now you want to nail her…her lover…behind her back!” 

“Ginny’s my coach, Jay, and I love her!” Cindy gushed. “But I’m gonna be gone a whole year, I hope! Soon as I get with an ice company! I just can’t see myself going on tour when I’m so…so…”. Her voice trailed off, wheedling to nothing as she sought the right word.

“Sexually inexperienced?” I blurted out, relieved to pierce her mendacious veil. I hesitated to state that a one-year tour would provide her with ample opportunities to gain a world of practice.

“Umm, yeah…I guess,” she said, uncertainly, curling one hand toward me and moving her hips in that slow, self-conscious, equatorial circle that she’d done a few days earlier when attempting her seduction of me. 

Jeezus! I thought. Another horny female who wants to borrow me! “I need some air, Cindy,” I mumbled, opening the french door onto the deck and stepping outside. I walked to a large picnic table and placed my half-full glass on it, shrugging out of my jacket to let the wind cool me off. I love the hot wind, I thought to myself. So pure, so cleansing, so…arousing!

Cindy slipped to my side, took my arm and, looking at the pool, pressed to close the sale. “Ginny doesn’t have ta’ know, Jay. Nor does Carol.” She turned to look in my eyes, “C’mon, I know you’re doing her too! Besides, Ginny’s getting married! I’ll be gone a year and then I’m off to college. You’ll probably never see me again after a coupla’ weeks!” she rationalized, speaking above the gusting wind. 

I looked down at her innocent-looking, beguiling face, and decided not to tell her of Ginny’s plans involving me, especially after her marriage. The wind blew through my hair, and Cindy reached up to tenderly move a lock off my forehead. “I just wanta’…,” she said, with pleading blue eyes.

I’d like to say that the wind made me crazy. Not true. It only momentarily intensified my month-long sexual hunger for this kid. Yeah, she was a kid. But, as I pulled her to me, reaching inside her robe to pull it off her shoulders and let it fall to the table top, I knew that once again I was about to receive a wanton, woman-creature’s sublime gifts. The wind only made it a bit more romantic; no, wilder, more savage. Though Cindy wanted “help,” as she put it, I sensed that she also wanted a memorable tryst, and I was now prepared to provide her with a singular experience.

It was hot for nighttime, maybe 80°, and we were both perspiring a bit. I placed my hands on her neck, causing her to whimper, and moved them lower to her strong shoulders. Her body was a study in firmness. Her color was of fine alabaster, occasionally showing a bright vein or artery pumped full of her hot, youthful blood. She closed her eyes and sighed as my hands moved down her upper arms, and her 36C-cup breasts beckoned to me as I stroked inside her arms and down her torso to her impossibly small, 22” waist. She gasped as my fingers moved to her hard tummy, bisected by the subtle, vertical, muscular crease I’d detected weeks before while she was in her skating costume. The sudden flare of her hard hips filled my palms before my hands moved behind her to caress her lavish behind, squeezing its expanse with my fingers to judge its resilience. She moaned above the wind as I retraced my fingers’ paths and moved upward to her sublime breasts, heaving now with deep breaths.

I swiftly unfastened her top, and Cindy’s tits sprang forth with glorious abandon, topped with bright pink nipples and small, slightly darker aureoles. I leaned down to kiss her, breathing my scotch-soaked breath into her as she groaned deeply in her throat and threw both arms around my neck. Cupping her tits and softly rubbing her nipples, I licked my way down to her cleavage and detected a hint of chlorine from her earlier swim. Licking around and under each breast, I looked up to see her watching me with studied fascination until she closed her eyes and groaned again while I sucked with increasing pressure on one nipple, then the other. She began to tremble slightly and gasped, “Jay…my legs…my knees…ooh, I’m so…weak,” then she stiffened as I slipped her bikini thong off to drop to the deck.

Cindy blushed as I brushed the thin, vertical, patch of her otherwise shaved pubic area. Perfect for a skater, I thought, remembering her daring splits during her ice skating routine. Then I embraced her fully, drawing her up on tiptoe and crushing her body to me in a powerful embrace as I assaulted her mouth once again with my tongue. My clothed, erect cock pressed into her belly and, quickly, my hand slid to her labia, which were slick with her collected, teenage juices. She relaxed completely and let me hold her up as I groped every part of her. Then she began hunching her vulva against my hand, accompanied by rapid little gasps. We clinched together, mouths fused and tongues plunging, and she opened her legs more, all the while grinding her mound against my fingers, now probing her vaginal folds. The wind blew a horrendous series of gusts and scattered elm leaves around us as I held her aloft…and she arched her back with her first orgasm. She emitted three high squeaks through clenched teeth as she peaked, gripping me hard by the shoulders and closing her eyes. Just a warm-up, I thought, as she thrust her pelvis a few more times, groaning gratefully.

I spread Cindy’s robe open fully on the table and pushed her back to lay down, her ass even with the table edge. Leaning over her and standing between her legs, she once again accepted my deep kisses as I proceeded to cover her upper body with my mouth and tongue. After spending many seconds sucking at her mouth, neck and tits, I licked downward toward her vulva and then laved wetly the shaven creases on either side of her vagina, at which she moaned loudly, “UuUNNH,” and lifted her legs so her calves were under my armpits. “God! I’m so hot for you, Jay!” she gasped. “Oooh, I need to touch you!”

I dropped my pants and boxers and my erection sprang forth proudly, its crown pulsing in the dim light. Cindy cooed a childlike sigh and raised up to grip my shaft in both hands, moving them from pelvis to glans with soft, loving strokes. “Oooh, you’re so big!” she said in wonderment, as a single drop of liquid oozed from the end to coat her thumb.

“Just enough for you, little girl,” I groaned above the wind. “Now…let me taste you.” She reluctantly disengaged her hold on me, leaving my dick to flop in the turbulent air.

Her pussy was a model of perfection. As close to virginal as I’d seen, I imagined. No surplus creases, no discolored labia to indicate even moderate usage. It was just a plump, succulent, slit between two pink – almost red – fleshy halves that nearly cried out for attention. And attention I gave it. Her clitoris emerged proudly from under its hood, pumped full of fresh blood, and I flicked it with my tongue, causing her to fling her hips up at me and utter a soft cry. I then moved my extended tongue downward to suck away the accumulated juices and reveled in her sweet taste as she moaned my name: “Ooh, Jay…ooh, Jay…ooh, it’s…yes!” she exclaimed, as once again the dim interior lights flickered from the storm.

There was just enough light on the covered deck to see Cindy’s phenomenal body, aided by the harvest moon. On her back, her breasts poked at the dusky sky, with near-red nipples hardened into plump, corky nubs. Her abdominal muscles strained to push her drooling cunt to my mouth as I sucked down her pungent, teenage fluids. Her hard, fleshy thighs repeatedly clamped against my ears as she felt the joyous throes of a mounting orgasm. The cords in her calves flexed as her toes pointed behind my head, then flexed again as she drew them back toward her breasts, trying to suck my lashing tongue into her voracious center. I grabbed her exquisite ankles in both hands, pushing them further upward so the plane of her crotch was entirely open to my demanding mouth. Her high whimpers and gasps became peeps and squeaks as I lashed her clit and alternately sucked her dripping inner labia past my lips to lightly nibble them with my teeth. As I grasped her nipples to twist and turn them, she exploded into a raging climax at the same moment that a blast of wind tore two fronds from a 20-foot palm tree and cast them into the pool. The noise was horrific, and surprise momentarily diverted my attention from her thrashing and yelping throes. “My God…my Godd…my Goddd,” she groaned, quivering and arching her body upward as she descended from her peak.

As she relaxed, I placed Cindy’s legs in the crooks of my arms and regarded her beauty. Weeks before I’d thought of her as a Winona Ryder lookalike. But, on conscious reflection, I remembered a porn star from the 70s who could’ve been her predated double. Desiree Costeau, I believe was her name. At 5’6”, with a 36-Cx22x36 physique, this girl was definitely a physical twin, given the characteristic roundness of all her parts. Tits, ass, thighs, calves, eyes, mouth, cheeks, her ski-jump nose, even her small, fox-like chin, were all delightfully round…yet the flesh was firm. There seemed to be no fat anywhere on her. As I gazed down at her flowery pussy, now open with engorged inner lips protruding, even it was especially plump looking. This was an alpha woman. And I wanted her. My month-long lusting for the vixen was about to end. And her lascivious, childlike curiosity was soon to be satisfied as my psyche screamed for that first touch of my cock to her sweet, teenage cunt.


Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 01



She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and nodded her head slowly at me, smiling down at my pulsating, veiny rod. The moment was here, and every nerve in my body shrieked as I placed the bulging head of my cock at the opening of her wet crevice. With one slow, purposeful push I entered her hot, slick tightness and she keened a long, high, pronounced whimper: “Uhh-huuee.” I then withdrew, leaving just the head inside her slurping inner lips as they emerged to lave me, and reentered her with a bit more vigor, determined to bring her up slowly yet resolutely.

I moved very slowly in and out of Cindy, gaining more depth into her hot, clasping vagina with each push. I got the feeling that I was plumbing virgin territory as I proceeded deeper toward her cervix. I imagined my member some ultra-sensitive piece of medical equipment, used solely to gauge the succulent topography – the peaks and valleys – as well as sensitivity of her young vagina. Satisfied that I was familiar with her terrain, I began stirring her to enlarge her for more vigorous fucking when the time came. She was astonishingly moist, emitting copious streams of juice with each circular withdrawal. The junction of our loins was soaked as her fluids dripped down to blend into the fabric of her underlying robe. She closed her eyes and canted her head slightly to one side, uttering little high, gasping moans each time I entered her. “Unh…unh…unh,” she softly exhaled, slowly breaking into a joyous smile that gleamed on her face. Moonbeams caught her upper body, which began to glow with light beads of perspiration. And, as I looked down at my aging, rampant barb deeply splitting the folds of her woman flesh, the wind died down, allowing us both to hear the liquid, slapping sounds of her youthful cunt paying rhythmic homage to my invasive, gnarled cock. 

I placed Cindy’s ankles on my shoulders and braced myself with my hands on the table on either side of her waspish waist. She took the hint and grasped the edge of the table on each side of her buttocks. The leverage was perfect. There would be no fumbling…no embarrassing need for re-engagement. She began mewling and meeting me thrust for thrust as I plunged into her. Her soft keening escalated into sharper cries and the beatific smile on her face changed into a more serious, plaintive expression that indicated her rise to a higher level of passion. Her brows took on a worried look that under different circumstances might have revealed a concern about her not climaxing before her partner…or not having an orgasm. She opened her glazed eyes and looked at me, as I dripped sweat on her tits from my brow, and closed them once again, smiling broadly when realizing that that would not be the case at all. There would be the orgasm she was waiting for.

I hammered Cindy now, hoping that she understood the lesson I was trying to administer: to tease me was easy; to lie, to manipulate, to treat me as a hired – or borrowed – stud...could be painful. So, I fucked her with feral abandon, drilling her so the table legs raised from the deck and scraped with wood-on-wood protestations as I punished her body. Her small but strong form was mine, and she knew I would do with it what I wished. She began her ascent easily, crying in her deepest tones, “Oooh, Jay! Oooh, Jay! I’m…yeah…oooh, I’m…yeah…ooo-oww…ooo-oww…Jay!” 

Signaling both of us, the sensuous wind rose again and I began plunging as deeply into Cindy as she’d take me, pounding away at her cervix. “Ahhh, God!” she howled. “Ow, Jay! It…oow…oh,

Do…me! Now…Jay! Now…now…NOW! NOW!” I obliged her, throwing my hips roughly at her and driving my meat into her fresh, young gash, reaming it as she screamed with the wind: “Cu,

cum…ming…CUMMMMMMMING…CU’INNNG! Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, oh-nng…nnnggh…nnnggh, nnngghaah, aaahh, aaahh…mmmnn…mmmnn…mmmnn.” 

This was too good! The clenching, drooling little love hole between Cindy’s legs became all of her. Every trembling muscle in her receptive body seemed to focus itself on pulling from me the boiling contents of my balls as she flopped about on the table, now creaking and groaning from the stress of our violent coupling. I seemed to grow twice my normal size as, finally, a huge load of seed fired from me, accompanied by my shouts of “Eeeyeah! Yeah! Yea-uhh! Eeyeah-uhh!” As my bursting cock torched the entrance to her womb with rapid-fire spurts of scalding cum, and our shrieking mouths echoed our ecstasy, there was a sudden loud explosion from nearby and the night was filled with a blue-white glare as the lights went out. I lay on Cindy’s sweating form, my shirt soaking up our combined effusions, as she hugged me closely, with both of us panting and moaning. My legs were bloodless and threatening to collapse, and I giggled, which caused her to do the same.

“Mmmmy…God! I’ve…never…had an…orgasm…like that!” she gasped. “Wow!…An explosion!

And…fireworks! Mmm-ooh…what was it?” she murmured.

“Must have lost a transformer,” I mumbled. “Wind blew it out.”

“Oooh…God…wowww…awesome!” she beamed. “Mmmm, Jay. Jaay…mmmm. Ooh,” she said, shivering, “Can we go inside? I’m gettin’ kinda’ cold.”

Grabbing her robe and discarded bikini, Cindy stumbled inside in the dark, with me following awkwardly while holding up my drooping pants and jacket. “C’mon!” she whispered, leading me upstairs through the darkened house. We entered her room and, as I undressed, she wiped away a thick stream of my spunk from her thigh and stuck her fingers in her mouth to slurp them noisily. “C’mere!” she beckoned, perching on her knees in the midst of her king sized bed. I stood in front of her as she cooed, “Mmm, nice!” admiringly, stroking my chest, one of my better physical features. “And, ooh, this…your cock…is beautiful!” she mewled, gently holding my package with both hands from underneath as if it were a small, furry animal. 

My flaccid dick jumped involuntarily as she caressed it and she exhaled a small breath to lick her fleshy lips, forming them into a perfect “O.” The moon lit the room through the window and bathed everything in an azure light, reminding me of an old “blue” movie, as Cindy first warmed me with her hot breath, then engulfed the head and half of my cock with her babyish mouth. “Mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmmm,” she moaned as she pushed her head forward and backward with agonizing slowness, cleaning my member of its fuck juice and bringing it renewed, stiff life. Her raven hair, brows and lashes provided a stunning contrast to her flawless, milky skin and fired my lecherous libido once again. As I looked down at her and she up at me, I thought that – but for her curvaceous body – she looked no more than 14 years old in the blue light. I groaned at the image and, taking the cue, she smiled devilishly and hurried her moist movements which caused a couple of streams of saliva to drip from the corners of her mouth to her thighs. The moonlight caught them and they shown silver as they coursed from her lips, down over her knees, to pool into the bedspread. Pulling off for air, she wanked me fully and gasped, “Sorry…can’t take all of you. Maybe later…”.

“God, kiddo…don’t worry. We’ll get to it,” I moaned, afraid I’d explode from sensory overload. “Cindy, baby, please lie on your back,” which she did. I placed a pillow under her fulsome ass and whispered, “Masturbate for me, honey. I know you like to.” 

“Oooh…hoo-hoo, Jay, you’re so dirty. I love it!” she murmured, licking her fingers and delicately strumming her clit, slowly at first. “Mmmm, feels so gooood, Jay. I’m pretending you’re fucking me with your big cock!” she said with a groan. “Oooh, I’m gonna’ cum real fast! I always do! Mmm.” At that she closed her eyes and tilted her head toward the window so that her face was entirely illuminated by the moon. Outside the wind had died and the only sound in the room, other than her heavy breathing, was the rhythmic smacking of her greedy cunt lips as her fingers brushed them repeatedly, smearing my leaking cum and her young juices over her well-manicured mound. 

My hand went to my cock as Cindy began grinding her hips up and down in a hunching motion. I stroked my full length as she slipped first two, then three, fingers into her dripping snatch and opened her slack-jawed mouth, pushing her lips out in a circular expression of lust. I was going to take her again, and wanted to be fully ready when the time came. And it came sooner than I expected. I kneeled on the bed before her spread legs as her thighs began to tremble, and the movement caused her to open her eyes to slits and regard my rampant prick. Sensing what I was planning, she closed her eyes once again and began grunting from deep in her lungs “Uuu-hunnh…uuu-hunnh…uuu-hunnh…uuu-hunnh,” then, “uh-huuunh…uh-huuunh…uh-huun-huh, uh-huun-huh, nnngh, nnngh, nnngh.” Then she peaked, throwing her legs out stiffly and her head back as one hand went to maul the nipple and aureole of one breast. 

I chose that moment to penetrate her. Grabbing her hips, I pierced her fully with my angry cock, driving myself into her to her cervix. “Eeee-yeeeaaah!” she screamed as I struck home. I yanked her hips toward me, hoisted with help from the pillow, and began to pull her onto my cock. In my priapic excitement it had formed a slight upward curve, reminding me of a scimitar, a sword poised to cut and slash at the tender flesh of an imaginary infidel. And that’s how it acted, almost disembodied. With no subtlety, I gored the young girl at will, gouging her resilient inner folds with each thrust. I sliced at her female cleft as she heaved about, screaming guttural nonsense as my cock head struck her G spot repeatedly and drove her into a crying, gibbering state. She continued to climax, shrieking “Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah,” until she could no longer breathe, and collapsed beneath my brutal plunges to moan…and moan…and moan some more. 

I lay on her, bracing myself on my elbows, still deeply buried in her, and licked away her tears, snot and drool. She continued moaning until her breathing again became regular. “God…Jay,” was all she said. Taking that as an affirmative sign, I pulled out of her, causing disappointed surprise, then – somewhat roughly – turned her over and hoisted her to her knees, at which she groaned, “Oh…Jay…”. With her head laying on her forearms and ass in the air, I spread her knees apart and poised myself at the aperture of her cunt. Her slick inner lips pouted at me in an inverted “V,” and I split them, pushing my spongy cock head back into her still-quivering heat. 

Ah, yes! This was to be a superb doggie fuck! I thought. If what you wanted was “help,” my sweet little pooch, this is how I administer it at MY kennel. And, growling like some wild canine, I gripped her miniscule waist, my fingers nearly meeting around it, and began to fuck her compliant body until she lost all tensile strength in her muscles. She flopped before me with each of my feral thrusts as my loins smacked noisily at the round globes of her magnificent ass. She trilled and yipped her satisfaction like a driven bitch until she had nothing left to give or say. Finally, she froze midway during one of my plunges, threw her head back, forth, and in a circular motion as drool flew from her mouth. Then she yelped, “Ah, GOD! GOD! MM-GOD! MM-FUCK! OOH! OOHMM! AHMM! NNMM! Nnmm…nnmm…nnmm,” just as I felt the hints of my long-awaited second climax of the night. Perversely seeking a new depository, I pulled out to her “NOOO!” and picked her up bodily, turning her around so that her face was at my crotch, and plunged my erupting cock at her mouth. Two shots covered her face and hair, gluing closed one eye, as she struggled to clamp her lips on me. She was soon successful, as her sucking gullet vacuumed the remains of my load into her belly. She pulled at me longingly and relentlessly until my balls began to ache, at which point I unceremoniously collapsed beside her.

We stroked one another softly, saying nothing for the longest time. “My God, Jay. So that’s what it’s about,” she said quietly. “I had no idea…no fucking idea.”

“I thought that you and Dr. Erica had talked,” I said, cynically. 

“Well, yeah. She said you were great, but…incredible…awesome!” Cindy said, once again employing the catchall adolescent adjective.

“Well, sweetie, much as I enjoyed this little ‘cocktail party,’ I’m going to give Erica a call and chew her out for encouraging…no, coaching you,” I warned.

A cup of coffee refreshed me. The wind had stopped and the night felt as quiet as my libido. At the door Cindy looked sleepy, full-lipped and well fucked. Her movements had taken on a softer, less-rehearsed manner and she kissed me with real feeling as she reiterated that her father wanted still to have his “thank-you” party for all of us involved in her ice show.

In the car, driving home, I phoned Erica at her place and admonished her for her role in Cindy’s plot to seduce me. “Don’t be silly, Jay! You’re a careful man. I spoke with her moments ago and understand that you had a nice time! Isn’t she darling?” she asked. “I’m very anxious for her to visit you at your studio. Of course, mmm, I’ll want to see her…to…participate. And you know how I like to watch…and take pictures!” she exclaimed, referring to her voyeuristic habits. 

Her carefree, though calculating, attitude deflated me. Things were getting truly complicated. And I didn’t yet know what I was going to do about the dangerously manipulative Cindy.

Cindy’s story continues soon in DOING THE DOCTOR’S DAUGHTER, Ch. 2. Please vote and send feedback. Your suggestions for future episodes are great!



Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 02



This is the second of a three chapter series. Please read DOING THE DOCTOR’S DAUGHTER, Ch. 1, for an introduction. Just click on my name and go to the link. And, please remember to vote and send feedback. It’s the only way we know how to please our readers.

I got a call at my offices on Friday from Cindy, the 18-year-old ice skater who’d lured me into a fuck session at her parents’ house the night before during a horrific windstorm.

“Uhh, hi, Jay!” she bubbled. “How’re you today?”

“Okay, Cindy,” I said, conscious of being heard by my employees. “How can I help you?”

She giggled at the word “help,” since that’s the euphemism she’d used when first she’d tried to seduce me a week before. “Oh, you helped me a lot last night! Daddy called this morning and asked me to invite you to a party on Sunday. Ya’ know, a swim and a barbeque!” she chirped.

“Just a second. I want to take this on another phone,” I said, putting her on hold.

Closing the door to my private office, I sat and continued: “I hope at least Ginny and Carol will be there. Because if they’re not, I’m not coming,” I warned her. As hot as the previous evening had been with this horny teenager, I knew the conniving little trollop continued to spell trouble for me. 

“No more lies, Jay,” she promised. “Call ‘em yourself if you don’t believe me!” she challenged. 

“No. You have Ginny call and let me know if she’s going to be there. If she is, I will be too,” I said, continuing the silly game. “What time?”

“Oh, Daddy said about 4,” Cindy said. 

“Okay,” I agreed. “Did the windstorm damage get cleaned up?” 

“Uh, yeah,” she said, distracted. “The landscaper came this morning. Mm, Jay? I’m coming out to practice at the ice rink today and wondered if I could, ya’ know, stop by and see you,” she wheedled.

“Sorry, Cindy,” I demurred. “I’m jammed to the max today,” not wanting to encourage her further. “I’ll see you and your folks Sunday at 4. Bye, kiddo,” I said breezily, hanging up.

Later on Friday Ginny, my prospective daughter and Cindy’s ice skating coach, called to confirm Sunday’s party, puzzled that Cindy had asked her to do so. She also said that after two weeks she and Carol had almost fully recovered from their bladder infections, brought on by a fantastic marathon threesome we’d had. Admitting to being unbelievably horny since, on doctor’s orders, she’d abstained from sex during that time. I looked forward to seeing her and her statuesque, pregnant friend Carol, regardless of my stepson Mike’s planning to be there with Ginny, his bride-to-be. Ah, well, the conflicts resulting from my dissolute life had to be atoned for somehow, I thought; though I did long for Ginny’s spontaneous sexual appetite.

Sunday was a beautiful Indian summer day. As usual, my wife Lee would be having Sunday dinner out with her aging father, so wouldn’t be accompanying me to the barbeque. I hoped, absently, that Carol’s husband wouldn’t be there, so that I might be her informal escort. 

Arriving a bit late, I met Cindy’s dad, Cliff, at the door and he immediately pressed a tumbler of scotch into my hand as he poured a tall, ice-filled glass for himself. We watched the tail end of a football game, then went outside on the deck, but not before Cliff again refreshed his drink. The pool was full of teenagers as well as Mike and Ginny. Carol sat alone on the other side of the pool, looking resplendent in a yellow miniskirt and loose, yellow, sleeveless top that disguised her four month pregnancy yet emphasized her full breasts. When Cindy saw me she squealed and bounded out of the pool in a brief red bikini. Hugging me and soaking my shorts and Hawaiian shirt, she admonished Cliff, “You didn’t tell me he was here, Daddy!” which caused both Ginny and Carol to look at her quizzically. The girl was even more gorgeous in daylight than on Thursday evening, though her bikini covered a bit more than the one she’d worn then. 

“Sorry, Cin,” Cliff slurred. “Didn’t know you were waitin’ for him.”

“Hey, everybody!” Cindy screamed, “This is Jay!” 

A few kids looked up and said, “Hey, dude!” no doubt as confused as the rest as to who the late-arriving old man was, and went back to their splashing and giggling.

Cindy suddenly became serious, and rebuffed the entreaties of her youthful peers to rejoin them in the water. “Hey, Cindy,” I said, “Why don’t you go entertain your friends? I want to talk with your dad and say hi to Ginny and Carol.”

“Ohh-kay,” Cindy pouted, jumping up and casting a glance back to see if I was watching her pull her bikini bottom down over her stunning buttocks. She then dove into the water and returned to the teenage bedlam, though periodically I caught her looking at me. 

I waved at Mike, who was playing water polo with some kids, and knelt to get a wet hug from the bikini-clad Ginny, who whispered, “Mmnn, hi! Missed you! You look great, big guy!” Then I went to Carol, reclining on a deck chair, and gave her a tasty nip on her tan neck, breathing in her flowery bouquet.

“Feeling better?” I asked, referring to her bladder infection.

“Mm, yeah, thanks,” she responded. “It’s amazing. I didn’t even get an infection on my honeymoon. Of course, after two weeks Ginny and I are so horny we could scream! I’ve turned into such a slut, Jay!…thanks to you!” she smirked. 

“’Scuse me, Carol. Better keep our host company,” I said, changing the subject and getting up to rejoin Cliff, who was staggering with a huge platter of steak and chicken to the grill. “Gotta’ tend to some meat,” I joked, to which she raised an eyebrow. My God, what a delectable woman! I thought, as I scanned the long, tan, muscular skater’s legs emerging invitingly from under her short skirt. 

Cliff’s housekeeper placed salads and buffet dishes on a long side table as Cliff started to barbeque the meat. He told me that his wife had stayed at their place in Tahoe, since they practically lived there anyway. “And, it gives me a chance to play a little,” he joked, looking pointedly at Carol across the deck. As he said this, he refilled his glass with scotch and leered at me as if to share a male-only secret. “Wow, look at that Carol!” he slurred drunkenly. “Bet she’s a wild one! And Ginny! Sumpm’ else! Great lookin’ pieces of ass, ‘uh?” 

I responded by asking him if he wanted me to cook, since he’d already dropped two filets and a piece of chicken on the deck. “Sure…sure, Jay. Go for it!” he said, collapsing in a groaning aluminum deck chair and swilling more scotch. 

We all sat at one long table. Cindy’s friends who stayed to eat occupied the far end. As host, Cliff sat at that end, with me at the other. Carol escaped his clutches to sit on my left, with Mike and Ginny next to her, and Cindy grabbed the chair on my right. The pool and deck lights came on at dusk and we commenced the feast. Wine and juices were poured, and announcements and toasts were made. Cindy had scored auditions with Disney and Holiday on Ice, which we all applauded. Mike announced the wedding date he and Ginny had set six weeks hence, which met with oohs and aahs as Ginny looked wistfully at me. We all sang Happy Birthday to Ginny, celebrating her 21st birthday a few days late. It was at this point that Cindy blatantly ran her hand into the leg of my shorts and grabbed for my cock. I jumped slightly and almost knocked over a glass of wine. In the dim twilight, no one saw her groping, but Carol looked at me knowingly. And, as if to test my reflexes, she slowly wrapped one shapely calf around my left leg and stroked it back and forth with the utmost smoothness. My dick pulsed a few times at the tantalizing touches of both women and I exhaled deeply, fogging the inside of my uplifted glass. 

Cindy’s teenage friends started leaving, and soon the crowd had dwindled to just Cliff and Cindy, Mike and Ginny, Carol and me. Cliff staggered to his feet and joined us at our end of the table, barely negotiating his chair, only to continue drinking and telling dirty jokes. The table was cleared by the housekeeper and – after a while in the kitchen – she left, her Sunday work done. 

After a few foul stories from Cliff, the uncomfortable Ginny pulled Mike toward the pool to take another swim. At that point, Carol excused herself for a walk in the garden. I needed a stretch too, but thought that Cliff could use the company, though he could hardly hold his head up. Then, the lascivious Cindy capitalized on her father’s drunkenness and our relative privacy to reach all the way to my crotch under the table and begin slowly masturbating me. After a few minutes, she excused herself and returned with a tube of lotion, asking me to rub some on her shoulders, slightly pink from the afternoon sun. I obliged her, and reseated myself only to feel her hand, now sloppy with lotion, back in my shorts. Cliff had dozed off, his chin propped heavily on his chest, and Cindy started whispering to me. “I talked to Erica today an’ she wants to meet at your studio next Saturday. Okay? Don’t tell Daddy! An’ tonight, can you stay after? Daddy’ll pass out in bed, and I really wantcha’ to…ya’ know,” she murmured, stroking my length wetly as her dad snored. Then she got really lewd: “I wanna’ suck you all the way into my mouth. Mmm, I know you’ll like it! I wanna’ drink all your cummm,” she said, drawing out the last word, rightly convinced that it would turn me on. 

Before I could answer, Cliff snorted, tried to get up, and fell heavily out of his chair to the deck. Mike and Ginny, alarmed, stroked to the pool edge as he bellowed, “Cin! Baby girl! Help me… upstairs!”

I leapt up, struggling with Cindy to heft his dead weight, and we got him to his feet. The teenager, suddenly all business, helped him inside, saying, “It’s okay, Jay. I can handle him. I do it all the time. I’ll just put him to bed,” she said, and disappeared with him into the unlit house. 

No longer concerned, Ginny and Mike returned to their swim, and Carol came to sit with me, mildly amused at the scene. She and I talked quietly for a while, with her telling me future plans, which included her re-entering college next fall. She also confided that she was wrestling with a profound sexual awakening since Ginny had included her in our threesome. She remained remarkably guilt-free, she thought – given her pregnancy and neglectful husband – and looked forward anxiously to our next encounter. It looked as if the next few months might prove interesting, I mused, demanding much of my scheduling ability, while happily attending to the lustful needs of these two extraordinary women. 

After fifteen or so minutes, I grew fidgety with Carol’s confessions. My curiosity got the best of me and I made the excuse of visiting the bathroom. Going upstairs, I walked past the partially open door of the dimly-lit master bedroom and was shocked to see Cliff, squat, naked and hairy, on his back on the bed. He was not asleep, but was moaning, his head turning back and forth as his nude daughter Cindy knelt on her knees between his legs, stroking his half-erect member up and down with her little hand. She very slowly moved from his balls to the head, milking his flopping glans gently in time with his groans. Periodically she moved her open mouth down to the corona, lubricating it with her sweet saliva, then pumped her daddy’s prick until her hand became tired. She then used the other hand to wank him slowly, clearly responding to lessons she’d learned previously. 

I stood transfixed at the erotic sight, stimulated by alternate feelings of curiosity, lust and envy. So Cliff was doing his daughter! I thought. Then I remembered her mentioning her attraction to older men – “Daddy’s friends” – and decided the reason she’d included me in her carnal collection was perhaps just a response to her quest for sick thrills…merely an added, mature notch on her bedpost. But this scene wasn’t just with a mature man. This was a case study in sexual taboos. And my immediate part in it provided a number of curious options: 1) I could slip in the bedroom and watch openly, which would either augment or destroy whatever mood it was that drove Cindy on; 2) I could slip in quietly and mount her from behind as she pleasured her dad, something that would doubtless ruin their tryst and overplay my hand; or 3) I could remain where I was and arouse Carol's, then Ginny's, suspicions as to why I’d been gone from downstairs for so long. I decided that I’d enjoy the moment for a while, then discuss it at a later date with my voyeuristic friend Dr. Erica. This would be one for her book. 

The pale bedroom light outlined Cindy’s exquisite form beautifully. The single lamp illuminating the incestuous scene back-lit her entire body in a sepia tone as she serviced her father. Her splendid breasts hung down to brush his hairy thighs, blunt pink nipples grazing their rough skin. Her magnificent ass beckoned to me as it thrust its fecund curves at the ceiling. The black petals of her Dutch-boy haircut caressed his kinky pubic batch as she stooped to lave him with her full, sensuous mouth. I focused on her extended lips and hollowing cheeks as she sucked his flaccid prick into her mouth and pulled off to rub spit onto the glans. “Wanna cum in my mouth, Daddy? Huh?” she questioned, softly, to his groans. “Want me to swallow your cum? Huh?” she asked, reaching down to flick at her clit, which caused her muscular round ass to move up and down in response. Father Cliff was too far gone to respond. He groaned and moaned incoherently, trying unsuccessfully to stiffen his resolve…and his member. And after a few moments he was there. Though not erect, he began pumping copious rivulets of cum from his cock, not shooting them, but oozing them out and down over his daughter’s busy hand. She looked at his face as he moaned drunken epithets and, as the thick spunk spewed from him, asked: “Is that better, Daddy? You feel good now? Hmmm? Hmmm? I love making you feel good, Daddy. I love you ya’ know,” she cooed.

Surprised and excited, I walked downstairs with an erection, only to find Carol in the dark behind the bar, leaning on it on one arm and watching Mike and Cindy outside in the pool. “How’s it going up there?” she asked, haltingly. 

“Mmm, dunno’,” I mumbled. “She’s probably got him bedded down. None of my business.”

Then I looked closely at Carol. Behind the counter, her butt stuck out over the bar wells and one hand had just emerged from under her skirt, where she’d obviously been busily rubbing her pussy. A ray of light glinting from outside showed her lusty brown eyes, and shoulders blessed by the deep tan that I knew covered her entire body, save for pale lighter creases on either side of her tight vagina and in the crack of her ass. Her breasts rose and fell from heavy breathing, as she’d already worked herself into a very excited state.

As I looked outside at the pool, in the shallow end I saw that Mike and Ginny were just beginning the act of love. Ginny was bent forward, her hands braced on a high underwater step, and Mike was preparing to mount her from behind while pulling aside the crotch of her bikini bottom. “Look at them! Aren’t they cute?” Carol giggled, as if describing a litter of mongrel puppies. The expression on Ginny’s face was impatient, not bored, as if she wanted to cue her fiance on some technical procedure while he yanked his trunks down to mid-thigh. Having done her so many times in this position, I could read the implicit needs of the little blonde and stifled an impulse to stride outside to the edge of the pool and lecture the young man on his moves. But, of course, I didn’t.

I moved behind the bar and embraced Carol as she melded her body closely to mine. She’d put one foot on the lower rung of a short step ladder the housekeeper had used to store dishes in an upper cabinet, giving her greater access to finger her demanding slit. She gasped and moaned as I grabbed her free hand and licked the smelly residue from her fingers. My hands then reached under her top and unfastened her bra, freeing her tits to bound from their restraint into my palms. As I kneaded them and twirled her nipples, she groaned and turned her face toward me to slurp her tongue into my mouth, murmuring in her inimitable way about how she’d missed me. “God, Jay! This is crazy…doing it here…but I…really can’t…stop. It’s…like a drug!” she gasped, as my hands stroked down over her slightly pregnant belly. “We’re only supposed…to do this…when Ginny’s…around, but…oh, Jeezus!” she exclaimed, as I reached under her skirt to quickly peel her bikini panties down past her knees. 

Outside, Ginny and Mike began pumping one another, a basic in-and-out thrusting. Every few seconds, Ginny would look around, checking to see if they were being watched. Mike, on the other hand, was single-minded, striving toward a quick orgasm. Well, he should, I thought. Since Ginny probably had cut him off while recuperating from her infection, the poor kid had been left high and dry for a couple of weeks. As they pressed toward what I hoped would be a pleasurable conclusion for both, I nevertheless felt some lustful envy – perhaps even some jealousy – at the fact that my illicit lover, Ginny, was being serviced by my son and her future husband. And, of course, I transferred that visceral feeling to Carol, clearly the most mature, most beautiful, and most rational of all three of these ice skaters…who by this time was flinging her hips at my fingers which had replaced hers on her sloppy pussy. 

“God, Jay!” Carol rasped, “Will you…fuck me? I really need you…to fuck me,” she said hungrily, as she again turned her head and shoulders around to bury her tongue in my mouth. 

Forgetting everything: time, place, people, the position of the stars, I let her drop to her knees, growling as she ripped open my shorts and boxers and – yes – taking me all the way in, pausing at the top of her throat to tease me slightly before admitting me fully. I was in her heavenly mouth, again, as this gorgeous, tanned brunette pulled me deeply into her face ‘til her nose buried itself in my fur. “Can’t fuck you down there, sweet,” I whispered. Though I truly wanted to let her suck me to completion, since she’d begun swallowing, thus wringing my cock with her unique, draining contractions. 

Bringing her up to face the doors to the pool deck, I once again leaned her on the bar and placed one of her feet on the short step ladder. Lifting her brief, yellow skirt, I placed my pulsing head at her clasping, wet opening and pushed into her, expecting to be met with her usual tight resistance. With a hand on each side of her satiny, tan ass, I was pleasantly surprised as I shoved all the way in to stop at her cervix, to which she groaned, “Ahh, fuck!” and began thrusting back onto me. “Oooh…shit…Jay, it’s so… good! God, I’ve…missed you! Oooh…yeah…fuck me!” she exhorted, “Ah!…ah!…ah!…ah!…ah!” as her cunt squished audibly with each of her backward plunges. Her cries grew in intensity and caused me concern. What if Cindy and her dad heard us? I wondered. Better to muffle our passion. I grabbed a wooden spoon from a container of utensils and, while Carol was mewling and pounding her sodden pussy against my pelvis, wrapped the spoon in a tea towel that was laying on the counter. I placed the makeshift gag between her teeth, allowing her to moan and grunt as we fucked, now with much less volume than before.

Outside in the pool, we witnessed Mike thrust one final time and fill Ginny with his pent-up load. He threw his head back and pumped several shots into her, gritting his teeth as she bounced back on him. I knew the pleasure he was feeling, since I’d felt Ginny’s muscular, rapidly-pulsing cunt milk quarts of cum from me over the past many weeks. Unfulfilled this time, she looked around at him with a look of mild disappointment, and stood up as he foundered back into the water. She then turned – straightening her suit over her beautiful blonde snatch that I knew so well – and sat down on the underwater step to splash herself with cool water as Mike paddled about, mouthing words that we couldn’t hear. 




Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 02



Carol saw Mike’s orgasm and it escalated her excitement. With the spoon-gag in her mouth, she started grunting toward her own climax. “Nnnghk…Jehk…fekh…nnnghk…cuhngh, cuhngh, nnnghk…” she uttered. Now hoping to bring her off quickly, in case Mike and Ginny decided to come inside prematurely, I grabbed her hips firmly and began whipping my meat into her. My loins slapped her luscious cheeks rapidly and a portion of my tight balls actually split her generously open gash on a few strokes. Her slit began to palpitate as she climaxed, and she rasped deep exhalations from her lungs: “Nnnguuhk, nnnguuhk, nnnguuhk, nnnguuhk,” she uttered, then “nnng…nnng…nnng…nnng…nnng,” as she relaxed and came down. And though I hadn’t cum myself, I found it wonderful that I’d been able to assist Carol in her moment of apparently desperate need.

Shrinking weakly in my embrace, Carol removed the gag from her teeth, once again turned her upper half toward me and stirred my mouth with her tongue, lapping at me gratefully. As she found strength in her legs she turned toward me fully, crushing her sumptuous breasts against me and spotting her yellow skirt with the juices that drenched my erect cock. “Christ, Jay,” she muttered in throaty tones, “You’re…so good…to me. We’ve…gotta’…have a weekend, soon, please…”.

I didn’t respond. And the reason I didn’t was because I was looking into the round, penetrating eyes of Cindy, dressed in a robe and looking at us in the dark from around a pillar that separated the base of the stairs from the bar area. I had no idea how long she’d been standing there but, suffice it to say, she’d probably seen just about everything. She said nothing as Carol donned her panties and fastened her bra in a flash. I whispered to Carol, “Time to go, sweetheart.” 

Cindy went to the doors leading to the deck and switched on a low inside light, which allowed Carol to slip into a bathroom and freshen up. The light also alerted Mike and Ginny outside that the evening was likely at its close, and they started to make their way inside. Before they entered, Cindy turned to reveal a more mature face to me, now made up with deep red lipstick and eye shadow. She looked at me and said, chillingly, “If you don’t stay a while, I’ll blow your whole cover, Jay.” Not wanting to acknowledge the threat while Mike and Ginny were still there, I turned and made myself a drink, seething inwardly.

Tense and sipping my drink, I sat on the couch in the room fronting the bar as Mike and Ginny, then Carol, came in and made excuses to leave. Cindy said to them, “Jay’s gonna stay a while and help me with Daddy. He’s real sick and I’m kinda’ worried. Thanks, you guys, for coming. Sorry it turned out so weird.” 

Ginny and Carol looked at me just before they left, as if I’d become the embodiment of a sacrificial lamb. In my calm, opaque way I shrugged off their looks of concern and told them I’d speak with them in a day or two. Always pour oil on troubled waters, I mused, as they departed.

Cindy ran upstairs when the door closed, and came down soon after. “Just checking to see if they left” she exhaled, coming to me and embracing me fully.

I stiffened as she did so. “Don’t ever threaten me like you did just now!” I scowled, shoving her away. “I saw you upstairs sucking your father’s dick! It’s me who should be the blackmailer! If we’re going to fuck, it’s got to be on my terms!” I exhorted, approaching her menacingly.

Cindy shrank and broke into a sob. “Oh, Jay! I’m sorry! I don’t know what I’m saying! I saw you and Carol, and…I got so…jealous! I mean, she really enjoyed it and…like, this was my party!” she whimpered. “I mean, you’re my…”.

“Your what?” I almost shouted. “Grow up! Turn off the lights!” I demanded. When she’d done so I grabbed her and stripped off her robe to reveal her voluptuous, nude body, throwing her face down on the couch. I grabbed the wooden spoon Carol had used as a gag and started spanking her with it. Even in the dark it started to discolor her butt. I threw it aside and my hand smacked her twitching bottom several times as I grunted out my anger: “If you’re gonna’ be a bitch, you’ve gotta’ be punished!” I rasped, stinging her pale cheeks with blow after blow. She shrieked each time I hit her, then began hunching her luscious bottom up and down, whimpering and beginning to enjoy the perverse attention. She put one hand under herself and began to diddle herself, mewling with pleasure and thrusting upward to meet my stinging palm. It was clearly time to cease what had become fun for her. 

Standing over her, I growled, “I’m in a hurry! Ginny’ll call when she gets home and I don’t want her to know I’m here! You’re gonna’ be taught a lesson! Undress me!” I ordered.

Cindy unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers and unbuckled my shorts, sliding them off my legs and removing my sandals. My flaccid cock, still slippery and smelly from Carol’s juices, slapped against one thigh. “Suck it!” I grunted, threateningly, as she knelt and wrapped her full, liquidy lips around me, lightly stretching my hardening member as her heated mouth began its work. “Like the taste of Carol?“ I demanded, obscenely, to which she mumbled something around my embedded prick. “You’ll be lucky if you become half the woman she is!” I grunted, disparaging her efforts. “Harder! Leave your lipstick on me!” I urged, as I looked down to see my nasty, dark probe stabbing more deeply into her beautiful alabaster face. “Watch me when you do it!” I groaned, as her deep blue eyes probed me with genuine concern for signs of pleasure that she wanted to elicit. “Now! In your throat!” I barked, which caused her to thrust at me and gag. 

“Slowly! Suck it to the back, take a breath, and ease it down, a little at a time” I groaned, looking at the telltale ring of lipstick on my erect cock. She did so and I gasped, “Yeah! Now do it…again…mmm…take a deeper breath…then do it again!” I snarled, as her throat opened, still tightly but yielding more with each succeeding forward movement of her head. “That’s it! Now pull off me…suck me…tongue me…and do it… again! That’s it. That’s it. Mmm, that’s it, girl!” I praised. As my cock grew ever larger, and her movements became ever more fervent and efficient, I marveled at what a great motivator the element of fear provided. This little girl might quickly become an expert cocksucker! If only her daddy could see her learning…if only he could see her taking me into her throat! 



I would fill her mouth and belly with my cum, I thought. I’d shoot my load into her so she’d long remember the taste of this night. Then we’d start all over and I’d fuck her deeply, I hoped. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do. “Throat me, you little slut!” I said, with visions of her licking and pulling her dad’s rod roiling in my brain. “I don’t give every little cunt this kind of training!” I groaned, amused at my absurd pronouncements. “Now, Cindy, I’m gonna’ cum in your throat. Don’t swallow it all! I wanta’ see it in your mouth!” I coached, lewdly. Cindy began moaning and thrusting, moaning and thrusting, breathing as best she could until I felt the tingles begin in my legs. I tried to continue to stand to maximize my dominance over her kneeling form, but couldn’t. Instead, I half-slid onto the arm of the couch with her still engaged and plunging onto me, as she looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights, hoping she could satisfy me. Then the first shot rose through my angry dick to splash into her mouth. She hummed wantonly as it slid down her throat with a quick swallow, followed by another pulse, then another. She had listened. Her round little cheeks filled with spunk, bulging with their spermy contents. Then I pulled the still-dripping glans from her mouth with a slurpy “pop,” and she looked up at me with thick rivulets of cum dripping from its corners. I painted the residue of my balls generously on the ski-jump of her nose and chin, then ordered: “Open your mouth!” 

She held her head back, breathing deeply through her nose, and opened for me. A viscous pool of my cum, with strings stretching from her teeth to her epiglottis, filled her oral cavity and she wantonly stirred it with her little pink tongue. “Okay,” I gasped. “Swallow, then show me!” She did so, showing a few remaining strands of jizzum and I complimented her by saying, “That’s a good little girl.” She then grabbed me around both my thighs and hugged me closely, with her head in my groin, murmuring her thanks. 



“Now! We’re going to your dad’s room!” I said, as the phone rang. “If that’s Ginny, Carol or Mike, tell ‘em I’ve already left!” I warned.

Cindy answered the phone and, as ordered, lied to Ginny and said I’d just left. After she’d hung up, I grabbed her by the hand, dragging her up the stairs and into her father’s room. He was dead to the world, raising the roof with his snores. Sitting in an armless chair close to his bed, I faced a full-length mirror across the room. “Suck me again, more softly,” I said quietly, and she did. This time I watched her lovely back in the mirror, subtly lit by moonlight. Sitting on her heels, her curvaceous ass flared inward to her miniscule waist, then gradually outward and up to strong, straight shoulders. The top of her buttocks were indented by two deep dimples that made the muscles on either side of her spine look like two fleshy exclamation marks as they coursed upward. I daydreamed for a moment that she was of the finest breeding stock, so deserving of a womb full of fertile sperm without benefit of birth control, then remembered that at base I was furious, and mistrusted this…this shallow, bitchy piece of teenage trim. I watched the back of her head covered with short, thick black hair, pistoning up and down onto my crotch. “Are you wet?” I asked. She mewled positively and nodded her head. I leaned forward, reached down between her legs and discovered that she wasn’t just wet, she was soaking, with girl juices running out of her excited quim to drip where they would. 

I pulled her onto me so she straddled my thighs. In the mirror across from us I saw her pink inner lips stretching out of her cunt, ready to accept the large, arrow-shaped head of my cock into her. No preparation was necessary. I merely pulled her body down onto me, stretching her teenage gash to the maximum as I cruelly joined with her. As her sumptuous young vagina captured me, she threw her head back and uttered a satisfied “Ahhhhhhh!” as her split lips opened to engulf me nearly to my balls. “Ooooh…yeah, Jay. Oh, fuck…me…it’s so good. God! So…big! Oooh, fuck…me…hard!” she exclaimed, gaspingly. 

“I’ll fuck you hard!” I threatened. “Mmuhh! Gonna’ take your ass too!” I growled, as I slid a finger well into her clenching little rectum. “Like that?” I murmured. “Want it in your ass?” She squealed positively as, in the mirror, I watched her plunge her muscular little body onto two of my cruel probes. Her puffy inner lips pulled out on each upstroke and I wanted her to see the act. “Turn around and watch in the mirror,” I said. She twisted around and grinned, watching our two bodies, over 30 years apart in age, combine in a lewd, most unnatural coupling so close to her sleeping, drunken father. “Keep watching…and listen…” I said, wanting her to hear and appreciate the slippery, audible, percussive lapping of our organs.

“God…this is…so…sexy,” she mewled. “It’s so…fucking…sexy…dirty…good…oh, God, Jay, I think I’m…gonna’ cum!” she warned, increasing her tempo and beginning to grind herself against my pubic bone as she pulled her sucking gash upward. Her breasts bounced against my chest with each plunge and I gobbled one into my mouth, sucking and teething it roughly, while gripping the other and twisting its nipple. Then I switched breasts, nibbling her little pink peaks very hard until they became stone-like and erect. I squeezed both tits with clawing fingers, feeling the firm, inner fat and muscle give under my insistent pawings. She finally groaned from pain and I returned to biting her nubs.

Then she peaked: “Oh, yeah! Jay! Jay! God! Can’t…scream!” she said to herself. “Oh! Cumming! Cumm…! Ooh! Yeah! Fuck me! Ooh, cummmming! Cu’…ing! Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhnn…ahhhnng, ohh, ahh, oooh…oooh…oooh…oooh, mmmnn, mmmnn,” she cried in her throat, all the while syncopating her father’s snoring and wheezing exhalations. I held her writhing form close to me as she came, planting her dripping slit all the way down until my cock pierced the clenching aperture of her cervix. She tried to thrust up off me, but I kept my rod implanted deeply in her as she then trembled and twitched soundlessly through the finish of what was a mighty orgasm.

We sat clinched for a few minutes, and I eased her off me. I left her to her own devices and went to a dresser, fumbling in the dark for what looked like a bottle of her mother’s lotion. Satisfied with my choice, I bent her over the chair, with one knee on its seat, and squirted the lubricant on my still-erect dick. I then spread her glorious buttocks to reveal her rectum, which showed light blue in the moonlight. I smeared some lotion on it, to which she mewled and hunched back toward me. “Please be careful, Jay. I’ve never done it. Don’t hurt me…please!” she pleaded. Not at all in the mood to be gentle, I nevertheless was not a sadist, I thought. I’d break her in considerately. And I slowly began to enter her until her father snorted violently in reaction to some apniatic seizure…then resumed my probing into her virgin anus. 

She was more disciplined, inside, than even Ginny or Carol. These ice skaters certainly knew what to do with their muscles! I reflected. Though she gasped repeatedly as I pushed into her, each obstacle yielded a palpitating internal flutter, then the muscles relaxed, and allowed further penetration. Finally I was all the way in. My pubic batch rubbed against her magnificent globes and she sighed, flexing an untold number of internal colonic cords to massage the thousands of nerve endings in my rampant cock. I hesitated to move, lest her sublime massage cease, yet I did, and her ministrations continued. I pulled out, leaving only the corona inside her sphincter, and she moaned so deeply that I instantly questioned whether I was boning the chirping, girlish Cindy or a mature woman with a much lower voice. Then I probed into her all the way, much to her groaning delight. 

This was an ass fuck of memorable proportions! Never had I taken a more ready, willing, woman in this fashion who’d become an instant expert! All thoughts of punishment vanished as I began plumbing her dark depths. I turned her and the chair 90° to the right and pointed to us coupling in the mirror. She looked, mumbled softly, and began backing onto me as would a bitch in heat, calling to me in feral grunts. She watched my cock enter her in the dim light and, smiling, began to pant softly, expelling air from her lungs each time I reached maximum depth. “Reach over and touch your dad!” I whispered, and she did – softly on his arm – to which he again reacted with a snort, then continued sawing away as she withdrew her hand. “Is it good?” I asked quietly. She uttered a soft squeal and nodded her head in response, then quickened her thrusting pace. “Touch yourself, baby,” I said, and her hand went immediately to her slit into which she poked two wiggling fingers.

“Oooh, God, Jay! You’re…gonna make…me cum…again,” she sang out in a stage whisper as her fingers flew. “Nnn-yeah! Oooh, Yeah! I’m gonna…cum so…much! I…can’t…help it! So quick!” she exclaimed as her open cheeks pounded back against me. Her asshole had opened to fully admit me on each thrust and, as her vaginal muscles began to expand and contract rapidly, her anus did the same, causing us to make little farting sounds as our bodies struggled toward a sodomic climax. Pfffrt…pfffrt…pfffrt…pfffrt went my coupling cock in her ass, air streaming around it. And I soon realized I’d cum with her. Then we did, almost silently. She peeped a high squeak, and I exhaled like a bull as I planted my probe in her as deeply as I could and pulled her butt up to me, pumping it full of thick, creamy, jizzum. We thrust upward together, Cindy releasing her grip on the chair, and rose with legs quivering to let me hold her off the floor as I grunted the last few drops into her now clasping dark hole. I held her trembling form up for half a minute, then released her to her feet with my flagging cock pulling from her ass with a liquid slurp. She turned around and we kissed, exhausted, then tiptoed gingerly from her dad’s room.

Downstairs I dressed quietly and Cindy donned her robe. Neither of us spoke much, both satisfied that we’d learned lessons: she, not to threaten or use me as a tool; and I, not to take her for granted as a vaporous, naïve teenager. Once again, our parting embrace was relaxed and almost touching. 

We agreed to talk later in the week and, if possible, to meet the following Saturday with her new friend and my neighbor, Erica, the medical doctor and voyeur. 

Cindy will return soon in Chapter 3, where she meets with Erica before going on her professional tour. Please vote and continue to send your great feedback.



Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 03



This is the last of a three chapter series. It brings together characters from previous stories. For good continuity, Chapters 1 and 2 should be read first. For full effect, also read FLASH MOB ORGY, especially Ch. 2, which introduces the sexy voyeur Dr. Erica. Just click on my name and go to the link for these background episodes, and please don’t forget to vote. 

My neighbor Erica, a stunning, 26-year-old East Indian resident physician at a nearby hospital, dropped by my office late in the week and offered to take me to a picnic lunch. I hadn’t seen her for a month, since we’d spent an amazingly hot night together. By chance, she’d met and talked with Cindy, a horny, 18-year-old ice skater that I’d taken to bed, then later discovered was having an incestuous relationship with her wealthy doctor father. Erica was quite open with me about her desire to meet privately with the insatiable Cindy and me, since she was gathering material for a project on human sexuality as part of her Ph.D. in psychiatry. Of course, Erica’s interest went much beyond the academic. She was a phenomenally sensuous and beautiful woman, as well as a shameless voyeur. 

So, we adjourned to a nearby, sunny park to plan an upcoming Saturday meeting with Cindy. As always, Erica was dressed breathtakingly. She wore a short, rust-colored skirt that accented her smooth, caramel-colored legs and a tank top of the same color that highlighted dusky brown shoulders and stretched over her full, 36-C breasts. On her feet were a pair of black sandals with straps that caressed her ankles from instep to calf. Her long black hair cascaded down her back and glinted in the sunlight. As we sat on a blanket in the midst of several acres of green grass, the sights and sounds of mothers with trams and barking dogs chasing frisbees provided an easy backdrop for our serious conversation. 

“I have spoken with Cindy several times this week, Jay,” she said in her elegant, accented English. “She appears to be quite taken with you,” apparently aware of much that had transpired between the girl and me.  

“You know me, Erica,” I responded lightly. “Always willing to please!”

“Do not be coy, Jay. You forget,” she said, “I have been a willing recipient of your charms,” referring to an earlier tryst we’d had. “Please tell me what you know of her.”

“Well. For one, she’s one of the most physically appealing young women I’ve met,” I said. “She has a very lurid sexual imagination, and is willing to act on it. And, she’s a compulsive liar.”

“Mm-hmm,” she acknowledged. “Is there anything else?”

“Uuh, how to put this?” I hedged, not wanting to gossip, but realizing that Erica’s quest for information had at least some professional basis. “She tried to blackmail me last Sunday if I didn’t…didn’t ‘bed’ her. And…,” I hesitated for the longest time, “I’ve caught her performing an incestuous act with her father.”

“Mmm,” Erica said, as she handed me a pita bread sandwich from her basket, filled with some exotic lamb and vegetable mixture. “I have done some quiet inquiry into the life of her father, who in the past has been a very successful plastic surgeon.”

“Aren’t they all successful?” I asked, cynically.

“The fact is, Jay, that he has had a lot of personal troubles,” she responded. “His son, Cindy’s elder brother, was killed while driving drunk and all of his attention has gone to Cindy. To make it worse, his wife has nearly abandoned him because of his doting on his daughter and – with the added burden of his heavy drinking – this has assisted in a hideous breakdown of the family.”

“So that’s why Cindy said she could do no wrong with her father,” I said, suddenly aware of the depth of the pathetic story.

“Exactly!” Erica said. “She has taken the place of his wife in all respects and, though she feels guilty about the prurient details, she dictates his life,” she continued, handing me an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir and a corkscrew to open it. 

“Poor kid,” I said, genuinely sorry for the twisted circumstances of Cindy’s development.

“The damage is done, Jay. Only with lifelong therapy will Cindy be able to function as anything but a Jezebel,” exclaimed Erica. “And, she sees you as a very strong man – somewhat above her – who is only occasionally affected by her wiles…in the bedroom. You challenge her and she wants to conquer you. She will not stop trying to force you to do her bidding, so long as you allow it.”

“Sounds as if I should cut off all contact…and immediately,” I said, handing Erica a glass of wine and pouring one for myself. I decided not to tell her about my physical discipline of the girl the previous weekend.

“There is one more thing,” she said. “An immediate termination might make her psychotic, like the woman in that movie…Fatal Attraction. She just got a contract with Holiday on Ice, skating for a year, and will be leaving soon. After that, she plans to go away to college, mostly to escape her incestuous family environment. When she leaves for her tour, you must wish her all the best in her life and offer to be her friend and confidant. But, never again be her lover, if you know what is good for you.”

“I agree. That’s kind of how she rationalized our first fling two weeks ago,” I said. 

“She has no intention of ending the relationship, Jay. She is obsessed with you. If she is encouraged by you beyond Saturday – after she leaves – she might do anything to stay in physical contact with you…returning in a year to make your life unbearable,” Erica concluded. “Another pita?” she asked, handing me one, for which I thanked her. 

“Other than professional curiosity, what’s your interest, Erica?” I queried.

“Well, Jay,” she looked down, embarrassed, “I am not normally attracted to women but, like you, I find her extremely beautiful…so fresh…so inviting. And, I have selfish reasons…very naughty ones…for wanting to remain your…friend.” Hesitating, she said, “You know my interest in watching people make love, no…have sex. I want to observe you two on Saturday. I also want to help her have a final sexual experience with you that embeds in her mind that she doesn’t need power over a man to love him.” 

“She doesn’t know what ‘love’ is,” I asserted. 

“True. But I suspect that you do not either,” she said. “Otherwise, why would you be such a roue…such a rake?”

“You’ve got me there,” I admitted. “More wine?” I asked, which she declined with a shake of her head. I poured myself another glass.

“I have a question, Jay. Not really off the subject,” she said. “Do you like my skirt, or merely what’s underneath it?” she smiled. “Your hot eyes have been looking my crotch so long you have made me wet!” she stated, devilishly, opening her legs lustily so that I could see a moist spot on her orange, silk thong. “I so enjoy the earnest, hurt expression on your face when you glimpse my private parts. I can hardly wait until Saturday!” 

Busted! I thought. “Okay, what are we gonna’ do then?” I asked.

“Make your studio, its video and digital cameras available, and I will bring snacks…and my equipment,” she said. “Cindy knows of my research interest and is fully aware that we will be recording intimate activities. Some may be rather...kinky. You will know what to do. Oh, and bring some wine…some of this nice Pinot. But we must not allow her to get drunk.” 

I glanced at my watch and Erica noticed it. “You have to get back to your office,” she said.

“I really should,” I said. “What time on Saturday?” I asked, rising to stow the picnic trash and fold the blanket.

“About noon. Cindy will come to my place earlier, and I will prepare her,” she said, carefully. 

“Noon it is,” I agreed, thinking that Erica’s therapy might be a bit too intrusive to be professionally clinical. 

As we walked back to the office, Erica linked an arm through mine and said, “You know, Jay, we are much alike. Both have intellective turns of mind, yet are extremely devoted to sensual pleasures. I feel fortunate in knowing you, and want it to continue,” she murmured, looking up at me.

“Likewise, I’m sure, Doctor,” I said, somewhat discomfited by her compliment, since she, herself, was becoming a bit possessive of me.

As I left her at her door to enter my nearby office, she said, “Until Saturday, my dear,” and gave me her characteristic finger-wagging wave. My heart beat rapidly as her jasmine scent wafted past my nose.

************ 

I arrived at the studio Saturday an hour early to set up. In the center of the room, I replaced the dirty spread on the 8’x8’ futon-covered platform and linked several video cameras, each focused on the futon from a different distance, to VCRs with four hours of blank tape. I also loaded one handheld videocam. Spider mikes, plus one omni-directional suspended overhead, were placed discreetly in plants and on equipment cases to make them unobtrusive. I did a volume check on each. Digital cameras with spare batteries were at the ready. I’d never before done anything resembling a pornographic production, so was a bit out of my element.

I set the thermostat at 70°, made a pot of coffee and poured a cup, opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe, and – growing restless – stepped outside for a cigarette. It was about 12:20 when Erica and Cindy walked under the overhanging trees toward the studio. Each carried a small duffel bag. Erica also had her picnic basket, and – but for their racial difference – the women looked as familiar as sisters, engaged in lively conversation. They spied me, smiled and waved, and Erica said something I couldn’t hear to Cindy, which caused the girl to giggle. We embraced, with Erica issuing a muffled sigh. Cindy whispered, “Mmm, God, you feel so good…,” letting her arms linger too long around me. I invited them in, locking the door behind us. 

I’d dressed very simply: a navy sport shirt and khakis with topsiders. Cindy wore a pleated, plaid micro-mini skirt in blue-gray tones that showed her fine, muscular legs almost to her crotch. On top she wore a sleeveless, gray, ribbed sweater that stretched over her bosom so that the ribs over her breasts were twice as wide as those, say, across her tummy. She wore black dancing slippers on her small feet. Her makeup made her look more mature than her years, yet still young. Her eyes were lightly done with blue shadow and her lipstick was a dark pink. In her ears were small, gold hoops. She didn’t look like a Jezebel…or a porn star, I mused.

Erica was a bit more exotic. She wore a very tight, light green, silk blouse with billowy long sleeves. It fit snugly over her ample breasts, torso and hips, and a pair of skin-tight black satin pants hugged her legs most attractively. On her slender feet were black sandals. She’d pulled back her long hair on the sides and fastened it with a bow clip at the back of her head that matched her top. Green shadow and black liner enhanced her eyes. Diamond studs pierced her ears. 

I offered coffee and both declined, seeming anxious to get down to business. I quickly stifled my cigarette breath with some spray before proceeding.

Mostly to Erica, I pointed out the equipment and how to operate it. I was especially solicitous of Cindy though, since she was the primary research subject. Erica quickly understood the simple instructions and we made ourselves comfortable on the futon, eager to follow her direction. She asked for music and, at her request, I turned on a classical station to very soft volume. She then asked Cindy to just be comfortable. Cindy sat, butt-on-heels, on her knees, rather stiffly, and said, “I’m a little nervous…ya’ know…with the cameras and stuff.” 

“Why?” Erica asked. “Because Jay is here? You and I have talked at length about your life, Cindy. Jay is your friend. You have nothing to hide from him,” she said, convincingly. Turning to me, she said, “Jay, see if you can help make Cindy comfortable, please.” 

I leaned back, almost reclining, and took Cindy’s hand and opened it, bringing it to my lips to kiss her damp palm. I licked it slightly and moved my lips across her wrist, tickling it, to which she shivered, whimpered, and closed her eyes. I moved further up her pale arm, slowly to the inside of her elbow, where I softly kissed a pulsing vein. I brushed it with my moustache hair, and she shivered again, emitting a slight moan as goose bumps formed. I then pulled her off her knees, toward me, and she unfolded her body against me, looked down and, opening her mouth slightly, kissed me most gently. I felt the futon move slightly as Erica rose to switch on the fixed cameras and linked mikes. Cindy then took the initiative and molded her body to me, breathing heavily and probing my mouth with her tongue. I pulled her rigid little form on top of me and she clamped her legs around one of mine to hunch her vulva against me as she moved her head back and forth to kiss me more deeply and fill my mouth with her sweet saliva. She was heating up very quickly.

I stroked down to her waist, over her hips, and pulled up her short skirt to reveal a black thong. She moaned as I caressed her silken butt, pulling her cheeks apart slightly to feather her crack with an exploring finger. She clenched her rectum as my digit touched it and once again hunched her mound against me. I pulled the front of her skirt up to her waist so that her thong-covered pussy was in contact with my pants and felt hot moisture through the material. I pulled the thong to her knees and felt her oozing juice already, though we’d just begun. Conscious of our being taped, I knew that any rapid disrobing might disrupt the continuity, so I proceeded slowly. 

But Cindy was following a different program. She wanted to cum, and she wanted it soon. She commandeered my mouth again, this time roughly as she panted, and her muscular hips began thrashing against my clothed groin, which had swollen with my first prominent erection of the day. She began grunting into my mouth, drooling all over it with her feverish tongue lashings, and squealed as she reached a touching, girlish orgasm, much like one I’d experienced with a virgin dacades before. Her little body stiffened as she peaked, and she broke contact with my mouth, wailing, “Ahh-aah! Ahh-aah! Ahh-aah! Ohhhh, ohhhh, oooh, oooh, mmm, mmm, mmm…Jaaay,” and collapsed on my chest, with spittle running from one corner of her mouth. She clutched at me, holding me by the shoulders, and it felt as if she were trying to burrow inside me for protection. She lay on me, moaning, for quite a few minutes.

It was Erica who broke the silence. Coming to the futon, she whispered, “That was beautiful, darlings. Now, please undress…slowly.”

I kicked off my shoes and slowly removed my pants, now soaked in front by Cindy’s effusions. She peeled off her sweater, showing her flushed, post-orgasmic upper chest, and her fulsome tits bounced as they struggled to stay bound by their black bra. I reached to unclasp its front and she groped for my erection through the fly in my boxers, grabbing it quickly. As she dropped to my crotch, I stripped off the shorts and she took me in her mouth. I spun her around, with her still on top, and unzipped her skirt, pulling it and her thong off her thrashing legs to render her naked. In a flash I’d unbuttoned my shirt but had to leave it on as she rapidly pushed her yawning pussy down onto my face. Sometime since I’d last seen her the girl had shaved her pubic “landing strip” to leave just a small “V” of short, black hair above her slit. Most attractive, I thought, as I regarded her baby-smooth quim, its pink lips dribbling clear, girlish nectar. I clamped my mouth over her small, swollen opening and slowly sucked teaspoons full of her succulent juice into my mouth as she deliberately moved her velvety lips up and down my rigid cock with agonizing slowness.

Erica was tripping around us, capturing close-ups with a digital camera. She was like a dark, playful sprite, murmuring encouragement to us as she focused first on Cindy’s artful fellating of me, then on my tonguing of the girl’s cunt, which now flexed open to reveal her erect clit and flowery inner lips. Her smelly juices flushed out to cover my face, encouraging me to probe ever more deeply into her clasping hole. Erica moved so closely to my head, snapping away at my licking of Cindy’s snatch, that I was distracted. But it made no difference to Cindy, whose crescendo of moans was no doubt pushing the sensitivity meters on the microphones into the red overload zone. I moved my head up and began poking my tongue at the girl’s tight pink anus, which tasted slightly of mint, and caused her to squeak abruptly in her throat and pull off of me. Of course! Erica had given her an enema before they’d arrived and then used some of her medicated, nerve-enhancing gel on her rectum! I glanced quickly at Erica and she smiled and whispered to me, diabolically, “Yes, Jay! She is very clean…and very ready!” snapping another shot at my surprised look.

At that point, Cindy began hunching her clit against my chin, grinding it hard enough that her lips opened to me and immediately allowed insertion of two fingers into her cunt. I pulled them apart as she ground against me, peering into her vagina to witness her internal muscles begin pre-orgasmic spasms. She then lifted her mouth off me and strained her head and neck upward to groan peals of rapture, which prompted Erica to leap around to the girl’s face and capture her look of joy as she ascended. “Oh-aah!” she screamed. “Oh-aaah! Hahhh! Oooh-ah! Mmm-aah! Mmm-aah! Ohh…ohhh…ohhhh…oooh…ooohmmm…oohmmm…mmmm…mmmmnn…mmnn,” she continued, pounding her tender flesh down on my chin, driven by the substantial muscles in her ass. Erica then stood back to photographically capture Cindy’s rapidly twitching loins as they gradually lessened their spastic fusings with my sucking mouth.  

“Beautiful, Cindy!” she said, “But, look at Jay! He has helped you…not because you demanded it, just because he wanted to!” Tenderly moving Cindy off of me, Erica put the camera aside and slowly slid her mouth down on my erect, red member, looking at me with taunting black eyes as she did so. Pulling off to wank me, she murmured, “Let us be nice to him!” at which Cindy moved her head forward and, still panting, began to lick at my balls and trade long, wet mouths full of me with her lascivious East Indian ally. I groaned as they placed their lips on each side of my cock and began coordinating their movements, sliding them up and down its length with tongues lashing at its pulsing head. Until now I’d thought that the good doctor was merely going to observe. 

Erica knew exactly what she was doing. Her therapy session notwithstanding, she was preparing my imagination for a supervised afternoon debauch in concert with this compliant nymphet and wanted to capture all of the images electronically. She knew now that I would cum, and handed me the digital camera as I approached my orgasm, knowing that I’d assist her in her record-keeping. All four of their gentle hands covered my genitals, everywhere that their dribbling mouths were not. The soft, fluttery touches of their fingers and slurping tongues stroked my bloated balls, my taint, my full, erect member and lingered to lightly squeeze the palpitating head, eager to coax the steamy harvest of seed from me. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open and point the camera as, suddenly, the ropes of thick cum rocketed from my prick to cover both of their faces. Crying joyously, they competed with one another for each shot as I grunted loudly and snapped away, spattering hot strings of spunk into their hair until, finally, Erica took me in her throat and would not be dislodged by Cindy’s whining entreaties. She looked into my eyes and I watched the muscles in her throat milk me of the last few drops, as if making a point with her stare that she would not be denied sensual sustenance by a mere teenage girl…a wanton, young pretender. She was in control, and wanted to indicate as much. I shuddered a few times and groaned the end of my orgasm, stretching my taut limbs to relax, which prompted Cindy to do groan disappointedly. 




Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 03



We lay together for a while, caressing one another, until Erica rose, wiped herself clean, walked to the master panel and switched off all but one of the video cameras, the one focused on close-ups. “Now, perhaps some refreshment, then, back to work,” she said, pointing for me to open some sodas from her picnic basket. I poured myself a glass of wine and doffed my shirt, finally leaving me naked, and Cindy grabbed it, smoothing it out in a deliberate way as Erica said, “I would like to interview you on camera, Cindy. “You may slip something on, if you wish. I know you brought other clothing.”

“Uh-kay,” Cindy mumbled. “I’ll just wear this,” she said, possessively, slipping comfortably into my navy blue shirt. It was her color. 

I rose from the futon and – why I don’t know – put on my boxers and went to the master panel to fiddle with adjustments. Erica remained clothed…though delectable, totally at ease. I sensed that I was about to see a true professional at work. She sat on a high, drafting stool out of camera range and crossed her legs, one swinging languorously up and down as she posed her questions. Within a few minutes she’d gathered information on Cindy’s privileged though troubled life through high school, and then began probing for facts about her sex life. I switched on another camera to get a half-foreground perspective of the girl fetchingly propped up on one arm with shapely legs to the side. The close-up camera recorded each nuance of her face as she struggled to respond to some painful questions.

She admitted that she and her father had been fucking “for a while.” He’d introduced her to mind-altering drugs, particularly when first he’d approached her incestuously. She’d rebelled at this, given her athletic discipline and her fear of addiction, citing his alcoholic behavior. He’d engineered dalliances with a few of his friends, plying her with liquor, and had watched her perform on all occasions, which she’d considered first exciting, then hopelessly perverted. But, though she was convinced that he truly loved her – and she, him – she also believed that she owed him…that her body was currency for the comparatively lavish lifestyle that he provided her. It was this element, I thought, that had made her a power freak. As long as she was willing to pay, using the only means of exchange at her disposal – her body – then she could demand anything she wished. This dynamic grew in intensity as her dad’s drinking habits increased in severity and she became more demanding in terms of her material desires. 

I felt repulsed at hearing of her father’s sordid usage of Cindy, which doubtless had gone on for…how many years? At the same time, I was puzzled by the fact of her relative inexperience in some matters, particularly her ingenuous fellative and anal skills. “And what about Jay?” Erica questioned. “How does he compare with other men you have known?” I was embarrassed at this line of questioning, but Cindy appeared completely at ease in responding.

“Jay’s different,” Cindy answered, brightening. “He gives a lot of himself. I mean…with Ginny…and Carol…and now, me. With me…God!…he’s so…like, patient! Oooh, he’s so…cool!” she giggled. “An’ he’s always doing things that make people feel good! Like the ice show…he didn’t even get paid! Daddy wondered why! So did I!” 

I was thankful that she’d mentioned something about me other than my sexual prowess.

“Is that what you are doing now? Paying him for what he has done?” Erica asked. 

“Nooo. I want him. Ooh, he’s so hot! Sooo good to me, an’ I still can’t figure out why,” she said, somewhat self-contemptuously. 

I was silent, fiddling with the controls. This little girl still didn’t see me as a dirty old man, I thought, ruefully. Well, she’ll learn as she gets older. People are paid in many ways. When she learns this I’ll be well out of her life, just a distant memory of her perverse teenage years. 

“Very good, Cindy,” Erica stated. “Now, what would you like to do for the rest of the day?” 

The girl blushed bright red and muttered, looking over at me, “Well, ya’ know, you’re so easy ta’ talk to an’…like…umm, it’ll be a long time ‘til I see Jay again…”.

“I understand,” said Erica, walking over to me and, beckoning Cindy to follow her, stood up to bathe me in her jasmine breath. Looking in my eyes, she whispered out of Cindy’s earshot, “You owe me now, Jay. We make good partners, my magnanimous, studly American friend.”

Cindy caught up to us and our three skins met, bodies hugging and rubbing against one another. My cock began to swell and rise again, and Erica pushed my boxers to the floor. “This is nice, eh, Cindy?” she asked, fondling me softly as the blood filled me. Cindy mewled the high, cooing sound that is her trademark as Erica placed the girl’s soft, hot hand on me and stepped away to bring her duffel bag to the counter. She opened it and extracted, first, her speculum. She then withdrew an electric vibrator in the shape of a Norelco shaver with a plastic nob on it, a connection that could accommodate a number of latex attachments, which she soon produced. In addition, she pulled out an 18” long, double-ended, flexible dildo, black in color, and a traditional rigid plastic dildo that was battery-powered. “These I use when pleasuring myself, Cindy. I want to videotape you using them,” she said, evenly. “You told me that you liked to masturbate.”

“Yeah, but, Jay’s here,” Cindy countered. “Won’t…?”

“It will help my study, Cindy, and bring you much pleasure,” said the calculating doctor, leading Cindy toward the futon and looking at me. “Jay? The cameras?”, she said, signaling for me to activate them all while she plugged the vibrator into an extension chord. I slugged down the remains of my wine and switched on the cameras. Erica positioned Cindy comfortably amid several cushions, stroking her young body softly with long, caramel fingers. The girl’s chest began to rise and fall with her breathing and she looked worried, contemplating Erica’s calculating therapeutic manner. “Now, we’ll start with a simple clitoral stimulation,” said Erica, fastening a short, brush-like attachment to the small appliance. “Jay, will you provide us with an inducement?” she asked, smiling back at me.

Doing the only thing I could at the moment, I wrapped my fingers around my lengthening cock and stroked it, as Cindy reclined and accepted the humming vibrator. I switched the monitor to the close-up camera and a 21” image of her cunt appeared, with flowery lips oozing sweet nectar. She placed the brush against her clit and I jerked myself more quickly, with Cindy responding by gasping and twisting open her mouth jaggedly as a few early spasms hit her. 

Cindy was well on her way, as Erica then came to me and, up on tiptoe, kissed me deeply so that Cindy could see her tongue entering my mouth and her hand wanking me slowly from balls to glans. The sight caused Cindy to cry out in desperation, “Ah! So…good! Oh, Jay! You’re fu…fuck…ing…ME! Ooh! Yeah! ME, Jay! Ooh, gonna’…cum! Yeah! YEAH! AH! CUM-MING! CUMmm…ING! Oh, JAY! FUCK…ME! PLEASE! Nn-gaAH!” I looked at the monitor and saw the girl’s engorged lips part and ooze a stream of drippings from her slit. Erica looked back at her and quickly went to where she was lying to comfort her. As the troubled teenager twitched, moaning in her throes, Erica gathered her in her arms and gently held her and placed her head against her fulsome clothed bosom, which Cindy nuzzled like an infant as she descended from her joyous peak.   

Erica murmured to her, “Jay is a wonderful man, Cindy, but he is spoken for. You can not buy him. You can only have him for today. Then you must go on with your life,” she soothed. Turning to me she said, “Oh, Jay, I want to see inside Cindy. Please bring the speculum and the toys,” which I quickly retrieved from the counter. The atmosphere of trust was amazing. Cindy had bonded with Erica in a way that perhaps is only in the province of womanhood. She immediately dropped on her back and spread her legs, accepting the speculum into her vagina in a moment. She moaned as the doctor and I both looked inside her barely-legal depths and I was astounded at the multitude of muscles that writhed before me. They appeared as miniature snakes coiling around one another in a subterranean passage. “Please tongue her, Jay.” Erica urged, as she kept the speculum in place. “Cindy, darling, if I cause you any pain, please tell me,” as Cindy closed her eyes and reached up to knead her own breasts and twist her nipples. I leaned forward and brushed the girl’s clitoris lightly with my tongue, then began a quick, flicking lingual rhythm, lapping at her as softly as a butterfly as she thrust her alabaster legs apart even more widely, opening her blushing pink cunt completely to us both. 

The atmosphere of sex was thick in the air. Cindy had cum a couple of times and the flesh surrounding her crotch had collected a thin sheen of dried, odorous effusions. Yet she looked as baby-like and virginal – but for the small “V” of her pubic patch – as she had when arriving. I welcomed her rich smell and, contrary to reason, her juices appeared thicker. Grateful for any at all, I lapped them up while she strained to close the spring-loaded speculum as she was brought to another orgasm. I slid my hand under her thrusting bottom, as she mawled her tits, and stuck a finger slowly into her ass. That set her off, and she screamed a series of shrieks like a large, wounded bird as she came: “Awwwk…awwwkh…awwwkkkh…awwwnngh…awwwnngh, awnnngh, nnngh, nnnmm, mmmm, mmmnn, ooooh, oooh.” When she’d peaked, I pulled back to look in her spasming vagina and it reminded me of a pile of drowning worms, desperately trying to escape a flood in late fall. She turned on her side after her climax, groping for me to join her, and Erica released and withdrew the speculum to close up the heavenly cleft between her trembling legs. I held, kissed and nibbled at the totally limp girl for quite a while.   



Erica said quietly, “We must eat! We need energy!” and moved to open her picnic basket. 

Cindy rolled to one side and groaned, “Oh, I can’t! I’ve gotta’ keep my weight down for the shows! They weigh us every week an’ we get in trouble if we gain!”

Yeah, I thought cynically, these ice show girls are “professional figure skaters” by definition, but in reality are “professional booty shakers.” Their producers want them to lose muscle mass and deflate themselves to sexy waifs. And, if it takes becoming an anorexic to stay with the troupe, then so be it. The ones who don’t tow the line have to bribe their bosses with blow jobs and fucking. The health of my prospective daughter Ginny had suffered from a similar regimen when she was with the Ice Capades.

“I’ll just have another soda,” Cindy said. “Can I put on one of my new costumes while you guys eat?” she asked.

“Of course, Cindy, but have a couple of these brownies to go with that liquid sugar. Only two, because they’re ‘medicated’,” Erica said with caution, looking in my direction to clue me as to their cannabis content while handing me a sandwich.

“Mmm-kay,” said Cindy, popping one in her mouth and opening her duffel for her costume. It consisted of a blue, sequined bikini bottom, held together at the hips by two large, plastic rings, with three snaps that fastened between her legs. The blue, sequined, under-wired top covered her breasts just over the nipples and aureoles, stretched around her back, and was anchored by two spaghetti straps linked to a dog collar that snapped around her neck. She’d put on a pair of crotchless, fishnet pantyhose before slipping on the bottom. “These are mine…not part of the costume. Daddy got ‘em for me,” she giggled, blushing at me. Over her shoulders she fastened a blue and white sequined cape. She’d even brought her skates, lacing them up and leaving the wooden protectors on the blades. Then she put on a long, black wig that curled behind her neck to the middle of her back, and a peacock-like headdress that complemented the colors in her cape.  

Wow! I thought, as my eyes devoured her. She looks like a Vegas showgirl! I stood up, unconscious of my nakedness, to pour Erica and I some wine and discovered that the 5’6” little girl had grown to a height of 6’4” with skates, wig and headgear! I coughed, nonplussed, and Erica looked at me, bemused. 

“Right!” said Erica. “You are gorgeous, Cindy…and I believe we have had enough snacks. Have another brownie, darling. Would you like one, Jay?” 

“I’ll pass,” I said, going to the VCRs to see how much videotape we’d used. There was plenty left before we had to reload them. Invigorated and suddenly very stimulated by this child-woman’s beauty, I wanted to proceed. “Just walk around and give us a show, Cindy,” I suggested, as she began to pirouette and prance, turning repeatedly as if she were on ice. I recorded all of her breathtaking moves with the hand held videocam as Erica snapped away with the digital. She reminded me of a great bird, swooping serenely with her cape, her incredible musculature articulated by the strenuous movements. 

After several minutes of posing, Cindy sat on the futon, placing her legs in a folded position as only skaters and ballerinas can do, and blushed, suddenly realizing that she’d become high on Erica’s brownies. She giggled a bit and looked up at me with deeply glazed eyes, saying, “Ooh, Jay…I’m sorry to show off. I’m so horny…can we…uhh…fuck?”

“All in good time,” Erica soothed. “Come to the counter, Cindy,” she said, grabbing the vibrator, a couple of latex attachments and the long, double-ended dildo. Cindy strode to the counter and Erica seated her on the high drafting stool. “Now, we will use one of these,” said the doctor. “Jay, pick one for her.” I did, an 8 inch long studded model, the end of which stirred 360° in a slow circle when empowered, I discovered. “Good choice,” Erica said, as she smeared her medicated gel on it. “Jay?” she invited, indicating that she wanted me to embrace Ginny, which I did, standing in front of her as she perched on the edge of the high stool. 

As I kissed her she moaned and stabbed my mouth with her pointed little tongue, slurping noisily as her legs opened, inviting my now erect cock to poke her covered vulva. Her arms pulled me toward her, but not before I unsnapped the crotch of her costume bottom, exposing her moist cunt through the crotchless stockings. My fingers went to her moist labia and she groaned loudly, hunching toward me. Erica turned on the vibrator and placed it in my hand as we clinched again, this time to place the buzzing toy at her opening. It slid easily into her and she gasped, pulling back to look me in the eyes as I pushed it home. She exhaled ecstatically as it began its stirring and reaming, deeply within her tender box. She planted both skates on the floor and, using them for leverage, pulled her bottom off the chair and began very slowly moving her hips forward and upward at the same time, then backward and down to allow the attachment to work outward past her G spot to her opening. 

I just held the tool for her. She moved to meet it, stimulating her fiery inner tissues and causing deep, rasping breathing as her excitement grew. Wantonly, she climbed to a drugged plateau that centered in her clasping cunt, and was conscious only of the twisting, serpentine probe that awakened thousands of internal vaginal nerves. She moaned continuously, gripping me strongly around my neck and sucking my tongue into her mouth as if she wished to swallow it. Then she began a succession of vaginal orgasms…easy, languorous climaxes that built one upon another, as if they were slow waves washing clean the besmirched shoals of her incestuous libido. She stood, legs frozen in place, and continued to orgasm, gasping nonsensical words into my mouth, the only recognizable one being my name. 

At that point, Erica began to slide one end of the gelled 18” rubber dildo into her rectum. One gasp as it slid inside her sphincter was all I heard – felt, really – as the doctor’s gradual and insistent pushing inserted it as far as it could comfortably go in Cindy’s ass. After a moment she screamed: “Eeeeyeaaaah!” from deep within her lungs, and I pulled the electric toy from her vagina, laying it on the counter. She whimpered, frustrated, and pulled her legs up, locking her skates around my waist, and planted herself squarely on my erection to slip back and forth greasily. Showing her satisfaction with an “Mmmm,” I placed her back on the stool and she put her elbows on the counter to brace herself. Lifting her cunt up flat to meet me horizontally, her rectum – still stuffed with the dildo – was now bared so that Erica could resume her work. Handing me the free portion of the monster, the doctor then grabbed the digital camera to record the coupling as I probed Cindy with two tools, one my own and the other quite artificial. Other than Cindy’s repetitive moans, the only sounds in the room were the slapping of my loins against her costumed thighs, the slick, jellied sound of the dildo plumbing her colon, and Glazunov’s Petite Adagio from The Seasons playing softly on the radio.

Cindy was very stoned now and screwing like a mink. Her eyes were slitted, flashing at me ravenously as I plunged into her with my probe. She once again began muttering my name and, raising her skated feet up to rest them on my shoulders, leaned back further to open her flawless pink pussy more to my plundering loins. She then climbed quickly to her peak as I slipped past her cervix, now clearly deadened by Erica’s medicated gel. And…where was Erica? Of course, she was recording our outrageous coupling with the videocam. Could I cum? I wondered. I wanted to, but remembered Cindy’s boundless appetite and figured I’d save it for later. Cindy then began grunting, “Jay! Uh! Uh! Uh! Jaaay! Ooh…Jay! Mmmmgh…Jay! Ohhh. Fuck! Jay!…I’m, I’m, I’m…cumm…cummm…cummm in…me! Aaaaaagggggh! Aaaaawwwwwgggh!” Then she stiffened and squeaked a high note once, the corded muscles in her thighs trembling of their own involuntary accord, her hands gripping the edge of the counter, and collapsed backward, moaning and gasping for air. 

After a few moments I pulled her to me and carried her to the futon, where she lay dazed and mewling. I then removed her headgear, wig and skates, and massaged her legs, hoping to dispel cramps, which elicited thankful purrs. My sticky, smelly cock began to droop and I covered Cindy with a blanket in case she wanted to nap, while Erica and I spoke in hushed tones. It was only just before three o’clock and the afternoon had so far been unusually exciting. There was more to come, I thought, as Erica joined me next to the supine girl, kissing me and stroking my body gently. She whispered to me, “I want you both very much right now, but must maintain my professional distance.”

I got up and checked the VCRs, reloading them with new tapes and checking the batteries on the digitals. The equipment was taken care of, and it was time for refreshment. Cindy roused and had another brownie, though didn’t need it, Erica had a soda, and I drank some wine, glad for the respite. Cindy removed the rest of her costume. She looked so tasty and comfortable with us, I thought, and I was deeply grateful for Erica’s assistance in this delightful interlude. At this moment I truly believed that I liked the little teenage minx, and was sorry that I probably wouldn’t see her again.   

As if to punctuate my thought, Cindy found the jar of gel and lubed herself with it, also laving it on her ample breasts. Erica seemed content just to sit on the bed and watch us for the moment, which was fine with me. Though I had hours of video footage and an untold number of still shots of this stunning girl engaged in sexual acts, I wanted to imprint on my memory the feel of her in a final fling. From the first moment I’d seen her at her father’s house, I’d considered her body worthy of cloning. Now I wanted to partake of its ultimate desserts and satisfy my raging appetite for her sweetness. Were I a cannibal, I would have eaten her at this moment. 




Doing The Doctor's Daughter Ch. 03



And she probably would have obliged me. We embraced, locking our sucking mouths together, and our limbs entwined as our bodies flexed and surged at one another. Each of us placed a hand on the organs of the other as I became rigid in response to her oozing moisture. Of course, she heated quickly, huffing and gasping as her flesh yielded with alacrity to my searching hands. Then I realized that Erica had retrieved the double-ended dildo and it was there for my use. Cindy’s eyes flew open and she moaned disappointedly as I eased one end into her gash instead of my cock. She then smiled as I raised her buttocks to slowly push the other end inside her anal sphincter. Leaning back, I led one of her hands to the toy and she began inserting more of both ends into her two orifices, muttering vulgarly at its rude intrusions. “Oooh, God, Jay! I’m gonna’… take one of these…with me and…think of you…every time I use it! It’ll remind me of… your big cock! Oooh…God, that feels…so good!” she mumbled, as her hand pushed on the loop formed by both embedded ends, driving it deeply into her vagina and colon. “You love…watching me, huh! You’re so…dirty! God, I lo-o-o-ve it!” she keened, as her strokes became more rapid, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. 

“God, Jay! Can’t stop!” Cindy whimpered, “Gotta’ cum! Gonna’ cum! Yeah…oh, yeah! I’m…gon-na’…cum…NOW! YEAH! YEAH! AWW, JAY! Cumm…mming, cummmming, Jay! I’M…Uuuuuuuhhhhh…uuuuuuuuhhhhh…
uuuuuuuhhhhh…mmmmnn…mmmmnn.” As she thrashed through her climax, I grabbed her by the hips and closed her legs around the dildo, trapping it deeply inside her so that its ribbed shaft quivered with each of her palpitations. 

When she was finished, I pulled one end out of her anus and looked at Erica. I was now the director. I crudely flipped Cindy over, spreading her legs and lubing the end of my cock with the residue of gel that had run out of her ass. Pushing into her, she groaned deeply and rose to her knees to allow me full access to her dark passage. I plumbed her deeply for five minutes or so, then looked at Erica’s gorgeous brown face as she observed my cock entering and exiting Cindy’s clenching pucker. I wickedly grasped a handful of Erica’s dark hair and tried to guide her mouth onto my throbbing knob to suck the jellied juices from Cindy’s ass off of it. She pulled away and rasped, “Later, Jay…please!” I then plunged into Cindy’s pussy, reaming her deeply as her vagina continued its ceaseless clasping from another long orgasm. The screams she rent pierced our ears and rang off the walls. I hoped that her paeans brought to her mind those she and Erica had heard three weeks before as Ginny, Carol and I fucked our brains out.

I thought, then, that I should cum. My cock was getting sore and my balls and prostate ached. So, I moved to Cindy’s head and she raised up, taking me directly into her gullet as she stood on all fours. Her mouth and throat formed a straight, wet, velvet pipe into which I could plunge. But I was in no hurry. This had to last. I slowed and on each out stroke pulled completely out of the girl’s lips, which prompted her to begin a lewd conversation: “Ooh, yeah, Jay! Fuck…my mouth! I know…you love…my mouth! Fuckggh...m’…mouff…gllk…hard…cockggh…yeah! Nnnng, sluuup…fk…glllk…my…mmkgkth! Cum! Cum! Cunnghlk!” Her jaw tired after a while and her teeth began abrading my cock, so I dropped to my back and told her: “Please…tit fuck me, baby!” I gasped. And, quick young woman that she is, Cindy pressed both of her C-cup breasts around me, forming a fleshy passage to massage my throbbing prick. She drooled a glob of spit in the crevice forming a mixture of saliva and goo that greased my pole as I slipped repeatedly upward to her now smiling face.

“Get up on your knees, Jay,” said Erica, panning closely with the videocam to capture our slippery movements. I did so, and Cindy rose to press her breasts more tightly around my now vertical cock as it plunged toward her mouth. She looked up at me and broke into a loving half-smile, her eyes glistening, and began flicking my rubbery glans with her tongue as it probed above the firm tit flesh that she held together with her small hands. “Do him well, Cindy,” Erica encouraged, as my buns flexed rhythmically, driving me toward what I felt would be a paralyzing orgasm.

Then Cindy began thrusting her cloven tits up and down, alternating with my thrusting movements. She cooed and mewled soft nothings, pinching her nipples as she applied sublime friction to my gnarled barb. Her tongue now met me with each upstroke and the spongy knob grew dark red as occasionally she’d capture me between her lips. My thighs started to tingle, signaling an impending eruption, and soon reached my groin as I threw back my head and spurted the first shot vertically into the air, which curled down to land on Cindy’s black bangs, causing her to squeal with joy. “Aaaagh, shit!” I grunted, as another glob jetted up to decorate her ski-jump nose. She then gobbled me, allowing two more shots to fill her mouth, after which she wanked me with both hands, easing the remainder out on her shining face and erect, pink nipples while I ecstatically groaned my completion. She then hugged me as she’d done the week before, with her head in my crotch and arms around my butt.

Looking straight up at me, she murmured sloppily, “Think of me like this, Jay,” as she opened her mouth to reveal its load of cum. “I’ll always remember your taste,” she said, pointedly swallowing the creamy seed. I gently stroked her short black hair, incoherently mumbling my satisfaction.  

“Fantastic, darlings!” said Erica, turning off the videocam and putting it down. “I am finished for today.”

Cindy adjourned to the bathroom for a minute after scraping and eating the leftover cum from her face. I’d begun to dress when she emerged and registered her disappointment, saying, “God! I don’t want this ta’ end! Oooh, but my mom’s back in town an’ we’re goin’ out ta’ dinner tonight. ‘Cuz I’m leaving tomorrow.” I felt genuine sorrow as she began covering her sensuous body with her clothing. When dressed, she stood and packed her duffel with her costume, then came to me. “Can I stay in touch, Jay?” she asked, with searching, round eyes. 

“Sure, honey,” I said quietly. “Here’s my card; address, numbers, email address…everything’s on it. I look forward to hearing about your adventures. I’ll walk you to your car,” hugging her and leading her outside.

“Bye, Erica,” she said, hugging the doctor. “Ooh, God, thanks! You’ve taught me so much!” she said, as I walked her out. The parting scene at the car was a bit teary, and discomfiting as she professed her affection.

When I returned Erica was lying on the futon. She’d removed her sandals, let down her hair, and had undone the top several buttons on her top to reveal the generous swells of her magnificent breasts, unfettered by a bra. She was dreamily smoking a cigarette and said nothing. I poured a cup of coffee, gesturing with the pot to see if she wanted some. She shook her head, declining it, and stubbed out her cigarette, then began to slowly undress until naked. Looking at me, she said, “Please rewind the VCRs, Jay, and let us watch the tapes.” Then she very slowly fingered her purple-lipped vagina and ass with her mysterious gel, which caused me to look at her, surprised. “Well,” she purred softly, “You did not really think that I was merely going to watch, did you?”   

This concludes the Cindy saga. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it. Please let me know with your votes and feedback.