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Journal 1 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
I am finally getting around to writing this because
it has been a somewhat busy week for me. I promised
myself I would try to chronicle my next relationship,
so that's why I'm lying here, tapping at the keyboard
of my laptop, gently baking my body and my mind in the
warm desert sun. It is mid-May in the desert
southwest, perfect weather for tanning. I hear the
patio door hiss open and I stop typing to watch a young
girl walking towards me from the house. She is twelve, on that exquisite
cusp between pubescence and
adolescence. She is clad in a black bikini that she
was too self-conscious to wear only yesterday. It is
demure by my own standards, but for her it is daringly
bare, and that is the important thing.
I take a hit from the bong lying on the deck next
to me and resume typing as she strides past me and
pauses at the edge of the pool. Her bikini bottom
clings snugly to hips that still carry baby fat. Her
breasts, small, nearly perfect hemispheres, thrust
against the triangular cups of her top. She dives in
and remains submerged, swimming a complete lap
underwater. She surfaces at the edge of the pool
nearest me and tosses her hair back. Fractal
geometries dance for a moment in the interface between
air and water as sunlight is refracted by the cascading
droplets. Briefly, her head is surrounded by a mandala
of rainbows, rigid Newtonian trajectories imposing an
aesthetic order on the chaotic system of head, water,
and light. The effect is startlingly beautiful. She
speaks.
"What are you writing?"
"How startlingly beautiful you are."
"Be serious." She blushes, and I feel my libido
surge.
She climbs out of the pool and lies down next to me
on the big double lounger. I glance down the length of
her young body, taking in the curve of her breasts, the
flatness of her tummy, the thrust of her mons against
the material of her bikini bottoms. She is conscious
of her bareness, but is only vaguely aware of the
effect it is having on me. I will soon let her know,
though, in no uncertain terms.
"I am serious. She is gazing at me intently, so I
return her gaze with a steady one of my own.
I return to my eyes to the laptop's screen. The
child-woman next to me shuts her eyes and drifts off to
sleep. I type. Occasionally, I glance at her,
watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she
breathes, tracing the projected path of my lips along
her body. With an effort, I force myself to
concentrate on my journal.
* * *
I was the doctor on duty when she arrived at the
emergency room with her mother. I watched from across
the waiting room as the triage nurse gathered her
vitals. She was young, early teens, and quite pretty.
I saw the nurse ask her a question and from across the
room I could see her blush. She beckoned the nurse to
lean down. She whispered something to the nurse who
immediately nodded reassuringly and then caught my eye.
I am the only female MD on this shift, and blushing
teenage girls are my specialty. I walked over and
introduced myself, and then took her by the hand to
lead her back to the examination room. In the
examination room, I helped her up onto the table. She
was wearing a short plaid skirt and a white blouse, and
some kind of school blazer. I turned to draw the
privacy curtain, and when I turned back to her, she was
alternately rocking her hips and tugging at the hem of
her short skirt in a charming display of modesty. I
caught a glimpse of the very tip of her panty-clad
pubis.
I took my stethoscope out and warmed up the
accumulator in the palm of my right hand. With my left
hand, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse,
and then slipped the accumulator under her bra, resting
it against the side of her left breast. I listened to
her heartbeat for a moment.
"So, tell me, what is your name?"
"Caryn, with a y."
"Ok, Caryn with a y, what can I do for you?"
"I...I...that is my...well, I think I hurt myself."
"Where, dear?"
"My breasts. My nipples, actually."
"Then we'd better get this blouse off of you." I
finished unbuttoning her blouse, and then slipped it
from her shoulders. Her hands were crossed in her lap,
so the blouse hung suspended against her back, caught
in the crooks of her elbows. She was wearing a bra
with a front closure. I undid the hook, and slipped
the cups to the sides. Leaning closer, I examined
each nipple. Her winedark aureoles were the size of a
nickel. The nipples were very red, the tissue
obviously inflamed by some kind of mechanical trauma.
I began to form a tentative hypothesis. Her breasts
were small, but were fully mature. I cupped each one
gently, applied an upward pressure, and then released
it. Her nipples moved several centimeters as I did
this. Next, I examined the inside of one of the cups.
I was looking for, and found, a raised seam at the
center of the cup.
"I think I know what the problem is. Are you a
jogger?"
"I'm on the track team."
"What is your event?"
"Cross country." Aha. A distance runner.
"Well, Caryn-with-a-Y, I think I know what the
problem is. As you run, your breasts are moving inside
your bra and your nipples are rubbing against the
material of the cup. Here, run your finger across the
inside of your bra cups. Feel that raised seam? That
is what is doing it. Technically, it's called repeated
mechanical tissue trauma, but you can call it runner's
nipple. It is quite common and you can prevent it by
wearing a jog bra when you are working out or
competing. In the meantime, I will give you
something for the pain, plus something to help them
heal. "
I wrote her a prescription for the pain, and then I
rubbed a topical analgesic gently into her nipples.
Her nipples erected, and I looked up to see her blush.
"Why are you blushing?"
"That...tickles." Another blush.
I had obviously aroused her. I wondered how
aroused the pelvic exam was going to make her.
I quickly finished anointing her nipples, and said
briskly, "Well, that's that. Let's finish the rest of
your examination. I suggest you finish undressing so I
can complete your examination. You can leave your
panties on for now. Ok?"
She got off the exam table, then reached to her
waist to unfasten her skirt. It fell to her feet with
a soft rustle of fabric. I picked it up and laid it on
a chair. I stood behind her and helped her shrug out
of her blouse and bra. The blouse and bra joined the
skirt on the chair. Beneath her skirt, she was wearing
a rather brief pair of white cotton panties. She
climbed back onto the exam table. She looked very
vulnerable sitting there.
"Just relax, Caryn, and lie back." I pushed her
back gently, until she was lying down on her back. I
continued with my exam. She was tense, which was
understandable, so I said, "Relax, dear. Believe me,
this won't take long, and I promise it won't hurt."
Chatting with a patient helps them relax, and
verbalizing everything I am doing keeps me proficient
in my practice. Eventually she began to relax, which
was good, because during the pelvic I dislike having to
use a speculum.
When I was ready to do her pelvic, I slipped my
hand along her abdomen, and then under the waistband of
her panties. I identified by touch first her pubic
hair, and then the soft swell of her mons and the
gentle curves of her labia, and, surprisingly, a hint
of moisture in her vaginal cleft. She was more aroused
than I thought. When I could feel her anus with the
tip of my middle finger, I stopped. Her labia nestled
themselves firmly against my palm.
* * *
Caryn stirs, and I gaze down at her sleeping form.
I can still remember that first intimate touch, the
soft round curves of her pudenda revealing themselves
to my fingers. At the time, I was sorely tempted to
masturbate her right then and there, but I suppressed
the desire. Instead, I gave her a routine pelvic
exam, and satisfied myself with the occasional,
seemingly random caress of her clitoris. She gasped
each time I touched it.
At my side, Caryn is still dozing. I lift my
fingers from the laptop's keyboard and trail them
languidly up and across my stomach, letting them come
to rest against my breasts. I slip a finger under the
cup and gently rub a nipple. I am growing excited.
The game is about to begin, and I know the outcome. I
give my nipple a quick pinch. Getting Caryn to spend
an afternoon with me was not difficult. In the course
of our conversation during her follow-up visits, I
discovered she liked to swim, but was too shy to
frequent the public pools very often. I casually
invited her to swim at my house, and she readily
accepted.
For me sex is very simple, because I have only one
rule: Sex should be a rewarding experience for all
parties concerned. From a biological perspective, sex
is mostly friction between mucous membranes in sliding
contact with each other. It is a tribute to our
creativeness as a sentient species that we have come up
with so many delightful ways to generate friction with
each other. I have definitely made up my own mind
about sex, and I have decided I prefer sex with members
of my own gender, preferably ones that are still young
enough to be open to new experiences. In my culture,
the vast majority of the population frowns upon this
preference with almost religious fervor. Yet I am in
little danger of discovery...I have been seducing girls
like Caryn since I started my pediatric practice 11
years ago. I am 36 now, and have slipped my hands into
the panties of thousands of ten-to-sixteen-year-olds as
a pediatrician.
In fifteen or twenty minutes from now, I will be
easing my fingers under the waistband of her bikini.
She is so young, and so very female. For her, sex is a
fascinating mystery, a topic to be speculated about
with her friends, and to be scrupulously avoided in
conversations with her parents, especially her father.
Her social life is pretty much spent in search of a
clue to this mystery -- junior high dances, forbidden
books, wild speculation at slumber parties, and
solitary, daring experiments in a locked bathroom.
I've had her type so many times that I should be jaded,
but that is the magic of sex. When I coax her to an
orgasm, I know that I will climax with her and that I
will come as hard or harder than I have ever come in my
life. Sex is the most addictive drug in the world --
every time is like the first time.
The anticipation is already arousing me. It is
time. I feel a warm fire centered in my vagina. I
place the laptop on the deck beneath the lounger. I
take another hit from the bong, exhaling the smoke in
two thin streams from my nostrils. I roll to my side
and place my hand on Caryn's cheek. Her eyes flutter
open, and I ask her to spread some suntan oil on me.
She readily agrees. I roll onto my back and place my
arms behind my head. Caryn is momentarily confused.
I watch as she debates with herself, figuring out what
she should do. Eventually, she picks up the bottle of
suntan oil and squeezes out a generous amount into the
palm of her hand. She leans over me, and tentatively
begins to coat my shoulders and upper arms with the
oil. When my arms are done, she turns her attention
to my torso. She very carefully avoids my breasts, and
the area between my navel and the waistband of my
bikini.
I enjoy her attentions for several minutes. She
is standing beside me now, applying oil to my legs.
When she turns away to get more oil, I slip my top off.
I can sunbathe nude because my house sits on 4 acres of
land high up in the foothills of a mountain range north
of the city. My nearest neighbor is half a kilometer
away and dozens of meters downslope. I like my
privacy, and my salary is sufficient to indulge myself.
When she turns back, she is surprised to see me
casually tossing my top to the side. She hesitates,
staring at my breasts. I lean back, arms again
crossed behind my head. I nod at her reassuringly, and
thrust my breasts upwards slightly, tacitly inviting
her to cover them with the oil. Again she hesitates,
longer this time. Finally, I watch as her modesty
surrenders shortly to her curiosity, and she reaches
tentatively towards me. Hesitantly, she lays her hand
on my right breast, and then slowly begins to rub the
oil in. I smile at her, and then close my eyes. I
feel her hand continue to move across my breast. Her
touch is light at first, but grows firmer as her
confidence builds. My nipples erect almost
immediately, which she does not seem to notice. She
takes her time, but soon my breasts are glistening with
oil. I gesture towards the island of dry flesh between
my navel and my bikini bottoms.
"I think you missed a spot."
This time there is no hesitation. As she spreads
the oil across my abdomen, I contemplate the immediate
future and a smile comes to my face. She sees it.
"What are you smiling at?
"The future."
"What is in the future?"
"Pleasure. "
She finishes oiling my abdomen and then lies down
on the lounger next to me. I roll over on my side and
reach across her body to the table where she set down
the oil.
"Are you sure you don't want some oil, sweetheart?"
I hold the bottle poised just above her breasts.
"Well.." She is hesitant, but acquiesces. I tilt
the bottle, and squirt some oil directly on her chest
between her small breasts. With the index finger of my
left hand, I begin to rub it into her skin. I watch
her eyes as I slip my finger down towards the shallow
cleft between her breasts. I hold her gaze until she
drops her eyes. I rub the oil against the insides of
her breasts, and her eyelids flutter. As she begins
to blush, I send my finger under her top in search of a
nipple. I find it and press it gently. She gasps. I
slip my finger over to her other breast, and this time,
I gently pull the cup to the side, exposing her nipple
and aureole. I circle her nipple with my finger tip,
delighting in the way the oil makes her aureole glisten
in the sun. With my right hand, I reach behind her
neck and undo the top's ties. I lift the ties from
around her neck, pulling them down until both her
breasts are exposed.
She starts to speak. I remove my finger from the
tip of her breast and place it against her lips. She
remains silent, but is watching me very, very,
intently. I return her gaze with a steady one of my
own.
I drop the ties, and now I have both hands free to
work on her. I capture one of her breasts in the palm
of my left hand and squeeze it. Again she gasps, and I
pinch the nipple between my fingers quite firmly. Her
gasp becomes a moan as I tug on the nipple. I let my
other hand slip down her torso. I caress the flat
expanse of her tummy, while I continue to pinch her
nipple.
She is breathing quite rapidly now, so I release
her nipple, and reach around and underneath her to undo
the remaining set of ties of her top. I pull the top
from her body, and her arms automatically come up to
cover her breasts. Gently, I grab both her hands in
one of mine and firmly but gently stretch her arms up
and over her head. With my free hand, I recover the
bottle of oil and squirt some in a line down her torso,
starting between her breasts and ending just above the
waistline of her bikini bottom.
I rub the oil into the skin of her torso. I coat
her abdomen, paying careful attention to her navel.
She slips her hands free of my hand, and reaches over
her head to grasp the top edge of the lounger's
backrest. I bring my hand back down to her chest and
begin to caress her breasts. Her nipples are rigidly
erect. She gasps as I tweak each one.
I take the bottle of oil in my hand again and
stream some oil along each thigh. I abandon the
delights of her small breasts and bring both hands
together around one of her thighs. I move my hands
slowly up and down her thigh, sliding them down to her
knee, and then slipping them ever higher towards her
swimsuit clad mons. At the top of my stroke, I let the
backs of my fingers rub gently against the swell of her
pubis beneath the thin material of her bikini. She
immediately clamps her thighs together, but I gently
force them apart. I switch to the other leg, and
again, as my hands travel up her thigh towards her
crotch she brings her legs together, and I again coax
them apart, this time moving my body to kneel between
them.
Reaching in front of me, I grasp the waistband of
her bikini and slip it down her hips, until it is just
eclipsing her vaginal cleft. Again, I take the bottle
of oil and stream a thin line of oil parallel to the
waistband of the bikini. I begin to rub the oil into
the flesh of her lower abdomen with the finger tips of
one hand. I rest my other hand softly on the tip of
her pubis, and begin to lightly stroke her labia
through the Lycra of the bikini. She moans quietly and
I smile.
When her body is covered with oil, I pause, and
admire the view. Caryn's eyes are closed, and she is
breathing quite rapidly. Her small breasts are
heaving. Suddenly she opens her eyes, and I see her
desire, mixed with confusion, and not a little fear.
She blinks rapidly. She is ripe, and I pluck her.
I sit on the edge of the lounge, and pull Caryn's
legs into my lap. I ease her bikini bottoms down until
they are at mid-thigh, completely baring her pudenda.
With a finger, I caress her vaginal cleft. With my
other hand, I reach to her mouth, and insert three
fingers. When I feel Caryn's vaginal muscles relax, I
remove my fingers, glistening with her saliva, from her
mouth. I lean to the side, and we are suddenly two
spoons, Caryn's pert derriere resting against my
abdomen. I reach my wet fingers over the rise of her
hip, and let them come to rest against her mons.
Slowly but firmly, I spread her outer labia, then her
inner labia, and insert my middle finger a centimeter
into her vaginal canal. She groans as I penetrate her,
and then gasps twice as my index and ring finger join
their companion on the threshold of her vagina. I
feel her hymen detach, and I feel her tense up with the
pain.
I locate her clitoris, and begin to friction my
fingers across its hood. Very quickly, the erectile
tissue suffuses with blood. Her clitoris pushes past
the hood and Caryn experiences the direct contact of my
fingers against her clitoris. I smile as she moans,
and I feel the muscle tissue in her vagina spasm as she
climaxes.
She turns towards me, and I rearrange my grip on
her mons to allow her to do so. She throws her arms
around my neck, and buries her face against my breasts.
With my free hand on the nape of her neck, I pull her
even closer, guiding her lips towards a nipple. I feel
her lips tentatively grasp at my nipple, and then,
delight upon delight, her tongue as it begins to circle
around it.
I begin to fuck her with my fingers, using long,
slow strokes. She begins to thrust her hips against me in
rhythmic counterpoint. I coax her on and on and again
she comes, this time moaning aloud. I roll over on top
of her, and then slide down the oil-slick length of her
torso, until my eyes are even with the tips of her
breasts. I extend my tongue, and capture a nipple.
Caryn's breasts are small, and I take the entire breast
into my mouth. I can taste her perspiration, and the
suntan oil. She is a meal, and this is just the
appetizer. I release her breast, and slip farther down
her torso until I am gazing at her tiny thatch of pubic
hair.
My gaze slips lower as I continue to piston my
fingers into and out of her. Her labia cling
intimately to the three fingers I have buried inside of
her. As my hand withdraws on the up stroke, and her
pelvis sinks away, I watch them conform to the changing
contours of my fingers. Her labia are bright red. They
glisten from the suntan oil. It is beautifully
obscene.
I can smell her, now too -- blood from her torn
hymen, perspiration, her own lubrication -- a chaotic
mix of esters that triggers an almost reptilian
response in my limbic system. I rest my head against
the inside of her thigh, and breathe deep, sighing
happily. I feel another orgasm shudder through her,
and then extract my fingers from her vagina. I slip
them into my own mouth, and taste her essence. Salty
and sweet, with a coppery tinge from the blood. I
take my fingers from my mouth, and insert them in my
vagina. I am more than ready, and my vagina relaxes to
easily admit them. Caryn is almost quiescent now. I
can hear her breathing. Deep, slow breaths punctuated
by a sharp gasp every now and then as her limbic system
still sporadically responds to the friction my fingers
generated against the sensitive tissues of her
clitoris.
I lower my face to her mons, and lick the mucus and
blood from her labia. With two fingers, I part her
outer labia. Delicately, but firmly, I thrust my
tongue into her vagina. She is ambrosia, and I drink
her deep. I nibble at the bud of her clitoris,
probing it softly with my tongue, and feel her arch her
back in response. I hear a low moan, and it is music
to my ears, because I know how to play this tune very
well.
I bite down on her clitoris. The moan is choked
off with a gasp. I bite down again, and she gasps
again. Caryn finds the new rhythm, and soon the gasps
smooth out. I hear a long, delicious,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and then just a small gasp as
Caryn climaxes. With my free hand and arm, I elevate
her legs and hips, bringing the puckered muscles of her
anus within reach. Slipping my wet fingers from my
vagina, I penetrate her anus with my ring finger. I
feel her rectum spasm at the intrusion, and hear Caryn
grunt in surprise. I alternate between licking and
biting her clitoris, while continuously penetrating her
rectum with my finger. In this manner, I coax her to
orgasm after orgasm. After the sixth one, she is
exhausted, and panting to catch her breath. I withdraw
my tongue from her vagina and my finger from her
rectum, wiping the clinging fecal matter on a towel.
While she is resting, I stand up long enough to take my
bikini off, and then lie down again between her legs.
Sliding upwards along her torso, I briefly
recapture one of her nipples between my lips, and smile
inwardly as I feel her hands wrap around behind my neck
and pull my face harder against her breasts. I release
her nipple and ease upward along her body until our
eyes are even. She wraps her legs around my body, and
I feel her ankles locked against the small of my back,
her wet genitalia pressing urgently against my abdomen.
Her vulva slides along my torso, leaving a trail of
pre-coital lubrication and blood. I kiss her deeply,
open mouthed, and she responds, her tongue darting
eagerly against mine.
We kiss, and then I release her lips, and pull
myself up to a kneeling position astride her. I edge
forward on my knees, until my pubis is centimeters from
her face. She looks up at me, and I see the
uncertainty in her eyes. Hesitantly, she reaches up
and touches my exposed labia with her fingers. I place
my hand behind her head and pull gently, until her lips
are almost touching my mons. She lowers her eyes, and
I wait. I am rewarded as I see her tongue emerge from
between her lips. Tentatively, she touches my labia
with the tip. Then, more boldly, she licks their
entire length. The sensation is exquisite. She stops
and looks up, almost as if seeking approval, and I nod
encouragingly. She resumes, and I reach behind me and
find her vagina. She is still very wet, so I slip my
index finger inside her. But she seems oblivious. I
feel her bring one of her hands to my mons to part my
labia, and then I feel her tongue against my clitoris.
She is young and inexperienced, but her eagerness
to please is compensation enough. I whisper direction
to her, guiding her lips to my clitoris. She is a
quick study...soon I am writhing in pleasure. I lose
count of my orgasms. When I finally glance down at her
again, I see my lubrication glistening on her cheeks
and chin, an amazingly erotic sight.
I stop her with my hand, and then slip off her. I
pull her to her feet and lead her inside to the
downstairs bathroom, where I tell her to take a shower
and then come find me, so we can talk about what just
happened. She nods, and I return to the deck, where I
retrieve my laptop. I return to the house, and climb
upstairs to the master bedroom. I rinse off quickly in
the master bedroom's bath and then sit down on the bed
with my laptop, and start to type furiously. In the
background, I hear the shower running downstairs. By
the clock on the dresser, she is in there for nearly
twenty minutes. Eventually I hear I her footsteps on
the stairs, and a few moments later, she walks into the
bedroom. She is naked, and glowing.
I close the laptop, and motion for her to climb
into the bed beside me. She joins me on the bed, and I
gather her into my arms, and ask her if she understands
what has just happened. She nods, and says simply, "Do
it to me again. Please?"
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