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

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

Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's gonna burp a lot on the way home," Jack mused.  "And she always
gets such a precious look on her face from that funny taste in her
mouth," Jack recalled with a smile.  
A lot had changed since Jack's first visit to the Family Dentistry
Clinic.  He and Dr. Greeley had become good friends, and Jack had
eventually assumed a more proactive roll in the activities around the
clinic.  It was he who'd come up with the idea to advertise special
rates on cosmetic orthodontics for adolescent and teenage girls during
the summer months of last year, and the resulting flood of new
patients had dramatically increased  the number of participants in the
"Special Services" pool.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack did as the doctor asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Five

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

"Sssplop!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End... SM


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