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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
CAPTIVE COCK
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Chapter Two
Greg found himself in a medical building, in one of the rooms
upstairs, and he�d agreed to undress and he was now sitting, wrapped in
just a towel, on the edge of a gynecological table. Tabitha�s dad was a
doctor. He apparently was going to be her first patient. Greg mused over
the girl�s name. Tabitha. That was an excellent name for the damn little
brunette. She was indeed like something straight out of Bewitched. And
the blonde wasn�t badly named either. Gwen. Her name reminded him of
the good witch in the wizard of Oz, although he couldn�t remember exactly
if that indeed had been the witch�s name. Sugar and Spice would have been
good names too, Greg mused, straight out of Batman Forever, one girl good,
the other bad, one naughty, the other nice.
The nice one appeared first. She walked into the examining room
wearing just her bra and her too-short schoolgirl�s dress, plus her bobby
socks and shoes. She had barrettes in her hair and she had pinned on a
nurse�s cap. She was holding a tablet, but Greg doubted that putting his
name on it for her would get him out of the jam he now found himself in.
His cock was too stiff for that. It was sticking up from between his legs
and jutting into his towel, lifting it, showing itself despite his attempts
to keep himself modest in front of these girls.
�Is this topless day at the doctor�s offic?� Greg asked wryly. He
was in the clutches of these vixens now and he figured he may as well try
to have a sense of humor about his situation. If anybody found him with
them, it would be curtains for him. Off the playing field and into the
prison yard. The building was stuffed with people. He�d gotten an odd look
coming in, not because of his football uniform (players did get injured
sometimes) but because his two companions were so young. Catholic
schoolgirls weren�t usually the sorts of people who accompanied a
football player with a torn tendon to the hospital.
Yet now, tucked away in the middle of the building, in a suite of
offices Tabitha�s dad leased, they were safe, for the moment. Her dad had
gone to a medical conference and, rather than pay his staff to loaf while
he was gone, he closed the place. Greg wondered what he�d think if he
knew his daughter had reopened it, with herself and her friend as the
nurses.
�Hmmm, and what seems to be ailing you today, Sir?� Gwen asked
Greg. Then she eyed his stiff cock prodding at the underside of his towel.
�Oh, I see. Cockitis. Yes, that�s a terrible affliction in young men.� The
girl began writing on her pad. Greg watched her hand move fluidly across
the pad. Her breasts, captive in her bra, but with much of her tit flesh
showing, for the cups seemed to have been outgrown by them, jiggled.
Greg looked at her belly where she�d asked him to write his name with his
sperm. He wondered if the panties she wore underneath her short skirt
were white like her bra was.
Tabitha entered the room. She had removed her blouse too, and wore
a slinky black bra that obviously had come from a lingerie store. It hadn�t
been outgrown. There was hardly anthing to outgrow. It barely contained
Tabby�s tits and it was made of a soft chiffon thru which Greg could see
her pink nipples. Tabby had tied her hair back in a pony tail. As she
padded into the room, her heels clicking, her hair flouncily bouncing in a
tail in back of her, her chest juddered with eye-popping appeal.
Suddenly, with a sinking feeling, Greg realized both girls were
virgins. Only virgins would put on this kind of an elaborate show. They
were hiding their fear of sex, disguising it behind tales of cock torture
and wicked little-girl plans to open up Daddy�s medical suite and trap a
big football player in it.
And he�d fallen for it. These two knew no more about real sex than
some nerd who jacked off to Mayfair and posted on alt.sex.stories.
�Cockitis?� What kind of �affliction� was that? But he had to hand it to
them, these two cherry bombs were creative. Look at them! Both in
nurses caps, both with stethescopes dangling down between their boobs.
But what he�d figured would be a quick fuck with two experienced girls
was rapidly turning into some kind of weird game, with himself and his
dick at the center of it.
Greg cleared his throat. He didn�t really want to get any deeper into
the shit with these girls. At first he�d been sure they were virgins, and
tried to shoo them away. Then he�d decided, what with cable T.V. and MTV
and all, they were probably not virgins, and just wanted a quick poke, and
what the Hell, better him than some rival of his. He didn�t go in for little
girls at all but he didn�t want some dude entertaining these two while
they smirked at him, from a distance, letting him know he�d let such a
luscious pair get away and now he could never have them. He figured,
�okay, fuck them. then I can say I�ve had them. I�ll see them with some
other guy, maybe, but so what? I�ve done them already. Or, probably, when
I get done fucking them, they�ll be so blown away that they�ll go back
wherever they came from and I won�t need to think about them anymore.�
But now Greg realized both these girls were total cherries and the
idea of quickly dropping their dresses and plying his rod with their hands
and getting him up inside themselves was something they weren�t familiar
with. The �Gas Up and Go� strategy wasn�t going to work here. Both of
them were probably a little scared of the thought of getting laid and so
they were going to draw the whole thing out, and tease him, and maybe
he�d never get anything from them, maybe they�d just torture his cock, like
Tabitha said they would, and then leave him lying here, to be found by the
cleaning lady.
Greg swallowed hard. He resolved to speak up and tell these girls
that they�d better both drop their skirts and accept him now, if they
wanted him, or let him leave, if they didn�t. He glanced at the room where
he�d left his clothes. Had Tabitha locked that door after he�d stepped out?
It was a dressing room, accessible however from two sides. This side,
where the exam room was, and the other side, which was the doctor�s
office space. Had the damn little bitch locked his clothes up? He�d have
to demand she unlock the room so he could dress and leave.
�Tabitha,� Greg said.
�Please don�t disturb me when I�m reading your chart, Gregory,�
Tabitha said in a soft, reserved voice. She bent over the shoulder of her
blonde friend and looked with interest at what Gwen had written.
Greg found his heart beating fast. This was so strange! Two little
virgins, both scared of sex, and so playing this curious game with him and
his cock!
�Hmmm, do you really think it�s �Cockitis?�� Tabby asked Gwen.
�Well, just look at him, ma�am,� Gwen said. She pointed her pencil
at Greg�s loins. Sure enough, Greg�s big penis was like a rod of iron under
his towel, lifting it up like a tent.
�Hmmm, that will require extensive treatment, I�m afriad,� Dr.
Tabby answered. She put a finger to her lips and thrust out her hips. Her
skirt swished on her hips, forward, then back. Greg realized she�d traded
her schoolgirl shoes and socks for long black stockings and heels. Yes,
high heels. He�d heard them clicking as she came in but it hadn�t quite
registered with him. She�d really put some thought into this! Good God,
lingerie on a 13-year-old, plus heels. Greg wished Victoria�s Secret
wouldn�t sell to such young girls. But, he had to admit, she had a chest
most women would be proud of. If the bra fits, wear it.
�Yes, see?� Gwen said, pointing. �It just sticks right up. Nothing he
can do about it.�
�Have you asked him?� Tabitha said.
�Well, no,� Gwen answered. Gwen, at least, Greg saw, was dressed
in her schoolgirl bra, though she�d obviously outgrown it. And she wore
her school socks and shoes. He valued her modesty. A 12-year-old in
lingerie was more than even he, in his rapidly perverting state, could
stomach.
�Well you must *examine* the patient, Nurse!� Tabitha declared.
�Don�t just write down stuff on your pad by looking at him.�
�I�m sorry,� Gwen answered.
�Here�s let�s see for ourselves,� Tabitha said. She strode up to Greg
and every fiber of his being screamed. Could he really let two junior high
girls at him? The moment was here. It was no longer theory. No longer a
manly monologue inside his head of how he�d get their panties down quick
and give them a fuck and be gone, to boast about them to a rival, if he had
to, to preserve his status. �Sure I had them too, I had them before you,
they were okay, too young but okay. If you�re a creep you can keep them,
but remember I had them first,� he�d say. And he�d do the girls quick, yes.
Quick, before he could feel guilty about it.
Slowly Tabitha lifted his towel. She held it very lightly by the tips
of her fingers and Greg noticed her nails were well polished, although
Gwen�s polished nails had flecked a little, like the fingernails of a little
girl who gets into mom�s nail polish and then goes out and swings in a
tree.
Greg�s pulsing rod appeared from under his towel. Tabitha gasped. It
seemed to be even bigger than her dreams had imagined. Gwen drew close
to see and then hopped back, as if startled.
Tabitha gazed at Greg�s dick in wonder and then, as if recovering
herself at last, she flung his towel back. The tie Greg had made with the
towel along the side of his waist was broken and the towel, which was
pink, was cast off him as if unsuited for him. Greg found himself sitting
naked on the exam table, which was a gynecological table, with his dick
upright and pulsing, naked as he himself was, ready for action.
Yet Greg did not control the action. He really didn�t dare, in the end.
After all, the girls were both obviously virgins. They�d just seen their
first penis. His. Perhaps, Greg told himself, that was enough. He could
dress and leave now. He�d brag to himself that, forever after, these two
would measure all other men�s penises against his. And his was very
impressive. Greg was certain of that. He was probably the biggest on his
team and some had said he was the biggest in the whole League, but he
knew that couldn�t be true. There were some black players in the League
who surely surpassed him in size.
Tabitha straightened up and assumed an officious air. �I�m afraid
we�re going to have to give him a male GYN exam,� Tabitha told Gwen.
Gwen scribbled quickly on her pad, making her breasts wiggle in their
cups.
�There is no such thing as a male GYN exam,� Greg said.
�Please don�t speak unless you�re asked to, Mr. Cock,� Tabitha said to
Greg. �It�s most distressing to my chain of thought.� Tabitha glanced
down at Greg�s stiffly presented penis, then looked away, as if thinking.
�Yes,� she continued. �We�ll need a complete examination of his
reproductive system. Particularly of the organ.� She gave his cock a
sidelong glance. Gwen scribbled merrily, as if taking notes, although Greg
suspected she was just doodling.
�Mr. Cock,� Tabitha said. She turned and faced Greg but, rather than
looking him in the face, she gazed instead at his �ailment.� As if his
�medical condition� was he himself. Rather like the doctor who addresses
the patient while gazing at the patient�s set leg, after a break, gazing at
the cast and saying, �Now don�t put it in water, don�t walk on it, I�ll see
you back here in three weeks.� Except Greg had no problems with his
penis, and his doctor was a 13-year-old girl wearing lingerie. �You�ll
please lie back on our GYN table for your examination, Mr. Cock,� Tabitha
said to Greg. �Please just lie back and relax and make yourself as
comfortable as you can. The procedure will take a while, I�m afraid, and I
can�t promise it won�t hurt, but when we�re finished here today you
shouldn�t have that stiffness anymore that you�re obviously suffering
from.�
�No, I don�t think I would,� Greg answered. �I don�t think I would at
all.� Just a long term in prison to think about it all. But he was in deep
already, he figured, too deep, yes, too damn deep! And that�s how far he
wanted to put his cock into that damnable Tabitha, too. He�d show her
what a Man could really do with a weapon like this. And he would have,
too, but she was so young and small, except for her breasts, that he laid
back instead, onto the cold hard plastic table.
Greg felt the white paper sheet under his back. Yes, the girls had
picked a wonderful place for two virgins to explore a man without
committing themselves. What a plot! Here he was, a big strapping
football player, and yet it wasn�t them who were flat on their backs, but
himself!
�Please open your legs, Sir,� Tabitha said with easy grace to Greg.
He felt her small fingers on his ankle and he Gwen bend over his other foot
and her breasts, overflowing in her outgrown bra cups, brushed lightly
against his hairy foot. Satin against hairy sandpaper. Greg let the two
little waifs open his legs and spread them and he heard them gasp as his
big bulging balls were presented in all their glory. Every other patient
who�d ever laid down on this table had exposed just a slit, but Greg was a
man, and his reproductive equipment was quite large and incongruous on
this table made for women.
Greg felt his feet fitted into the table�s stirrups. They were large
for the stirrups but they just fit, and he felt the girls wrap the straps
attached to the stirrups around his feet and buckle them in. When they
were finished, Greg tried to lift his feet and found he couldn�t. Both girls
bent and kissed his feet and Tabitha said,
�Try to relax, Mr. Cock. This is for your own good.�
�He has smelly feet. Should I write that down to?� Gwen asked
Tabitha.
�All men have stinky feet,� Tabitha replied. �It�s his organ I�m
worried about. How can something stick up like that?�
�I don�t know,� Gwen answered, in a voice that sounded like honest
amazement. Greg eyed the girl over his hairy chest and saw she was
sucking the tip of her pencil.
�Now let�s do his chest, and then his arms,� Tabith said.
�What?� Greg asked. It was bad enough he was lying here totally
naked, with his dick standing up, and his feet buckled into stirrups made
for a woman. He wasn�t about to have himself strapped down to the point
where he was actually their prisoner!
Greg felt a soft hand descend to his belly, just missing his cock. It
tugged at his pubic hairs and then ran up to his navel, explored it a
moment, and then passed up over his chest, feeling his muscles there. A
sot kiss came to his cheek. It was Tabitha.
�I�ve helped my dad out with local anesthetics before,� she told
Greg. �Giving them to patients. But I�d hate to immobalize such a cool
dude as you. Would you please put your hands up above your head so I can
strap them down? There�s no needle with a strap, and you can move your
arms immediately the moment I release them.� She kissed him again,
almost imploringly. Greg knew neither girl stood a chance of tying him
down unless he allowed it.
Greg threw his arms over his head and let out a giant sigh. This was
too much. He thought he�d conquered the Himalayas of sex, laying
Playmates even, but these two little cherries were more than anything
he�d ever imagined. Would he mind putting his hands over his head, unless
he�d prefer a local? What nonsense! And lying on a GYN table, with his
balls on display? The guys in the locker room would laugh their heads off
if they heard that. That was nothing to brag about. But Tabitha was so
alluring, in her innocence combined with wickedness, that Greg found he
coulnd�t resist. And so he laid his arms up over his head.
Tabitha and Gwen set to work tying Greg�s arms. Although Tabby had
spoken of straps, in fact they used rubber tubing, tying Greg�s wrists to
the metal bars along the side of the table. They tied his arms at the very
ends of each bar, then ran tubing from one wrist across to the other to
secure each wrist to the other, to keep Greg from sliding his bound wrists
down the metal bars.
As Greg was tied he felt his cock throbbing between his legs. The
girls were right. Only �Cockitis� would ever put a man in this position.
Greg was desperate to cum yet these girls were virgins, and he was twice
their age, and he wasn�t about to force them to him. Even if he�d
succeeded in the �quick fuck� strategy it would have had to be consensual.
He didn�t believe in just yanking some 12-year-old�s panties down and
fucking her against her will. Yet the �quick fuck� strategy hadn�t
materialized. Not willing to rape them, and too stiff to leave, Greg had let
them tie him down to the GYN table instead.
When Greg was tied at both ends the girls lifted a heavy belt-like
leather strap from underneath the table and laid it across his chest. They
buckled it and Greg found he was unable to move. Only his cock could
move, and it throbbed mightily, wishing to spend. It stuck up at the
ceiling and Greg could only stare at it now. It was in the hands of two
junior high girls who had little idea, he feared, what to do with it.
�Temperature time, Mr. Cock!� Gwen said. Happily she pushed a
thermometer into Greg�s mouth.
�Not there, silly,� Tabitha said. �We�re not operating on his mouth
today.�
�Oh, yeah,� Gwen said. She blushed. �I was kinda scared to touch
it,� she admitted. She removed the thermometer from Greg�s mouth and
walked down to the middle of the table. She leaned over his waist.
�What are you doing?� Greg asked.
Gwen popped the thermometer, wet with Greg�s saliva, into his
penis. There was a big red ball on the end of it to keep it from being
swallowed up inside his cock.
�She�s taking the temperature of your penis,� Tabitha said to Greg.
�Please be quiet so I can arrange my surgical instruments properly.�
Greg looked over at Tabitha. The girl had wheeled a small table out
from a corner of the room. Atop it was a shiny steel box. Tabitha guided
the table to Greg�s waist and opened it. Greg saw the gleam of surgical
equipment inside.
�He does have a big penis,� Gwen mused, waiting while her
thermometer registered Greg�s temperature.
�Do you think there�s too much of him?� Tabitha asked. She lifted a
scalpel from the box.
�Yes, I do,� Gwen answered. �He�s so big and it�s obviously giving
him problems.� She looked at Tabitha. �You remember how he kept having
to adjust his jock strap.�
�Hmmmm,� Tabitha said. �Well, we�ll just have to see. First,
though, we must give him a little shot.
�Okay,� Gwen said. She turned, leaving the thermometer sticking up
out of Greg�s dick, kept from sliding all the way down into him only by the
presence of the red ball at the end of it. Gwen walked over to a formica
countertop against the wall. Greg watched her bottom as she walked. Her
skirt swished behind her, lifting just enough to give him a glimpse of her
panties. They were white. Schoolgirl panties. What a way for two girls
to play hookey. He wished he could bend them both over a desk and cane
them for being truants.
�I like this one best,� Tabitha said. She lifted a big cleaver from
within the steel box. Greg guessed she, or someone with a sense of humor
had secreted it there. It was a big kitchen knife. It had no place in a box
of precision surgical equipment. Tabitha pranced over to Greg�s loins and
placed the edge of the knife right against his dick. Against the shaft,
about halfway between the head of his penis and the base. Lightly she
stroked his shaft with the kitchen knife and Greg shuddered. The feel was
sensual. He�d never imagined a knife could feel that way. Was it the fear,
he wondered, or the shapliness of the little lass who was weilding it. The
knife touched his sensitive organ and Tabitha giggled and said he should be
�cut down to size.�
�Is this the shot for him?� Gwen asked Tabitha.
�Yes,� Tabitha said, looking up from Greg�s cock. She still held the
knife against him and he hoped she didn�t drop it. His balls didn�t need any
holes poked into them. �That�s Solumedrol,� she explained. �I want you to
stick it right in the vein of his arm, right in the inside of his elbow. It
will put him on edge, make him even more virile than he already is.� She
smiled at Greg. �We�ve got to see how huge you get when you�re in an
extreme state of arousal. Then we can decide if any of you needs to be
lopped off.�
�Girls,� Greg said. �I don�t want a shot. I don�t need a shot. Untie
me and let me get up!�
�Please, I haven�t done this before,� Gwen said to Greg. �Keep your
arm still.�
�She�s only practised at my house, on a dummy,� Tabitha said to
Greg. �But she did good on the dummy and you�re sort of a dummy, for
letting us tie you down, so hopefully she�ll get your vein on the first
stick.�
Greg groaned. He was forced to hold his arm still for a shot he didn�t
even want. And which he hardly needed. His dick felt like it was going to
explode! Here he was, lying without permission on some doctor�s exam
table, on a GYN table no less, and playing with the doctor�s daughter. Of
course she wasn�t 18, or 22, but 13, and decked out in black lingerie. And
of course, the girl trying to jab a needle into his arm wasn�t a nurse, just
dressed like one. She was barely out of elementary school, and still had
her schoolgirl dress on, although she�d shortened it to the point that her
panties showed when she walked.
�Ouch!� Greg said. His mind hadn�t really registered the alcohol pad
that Gwen had prepared his arm with but it most certainly registered the
needle.
�Tch! Such a big guy like you, complaining over a little needle,�
Tabitha scolded. She continued to scrape at Greg�s dick with her knife.
�I got it!� Gwen announced. Slowly she squeezed the Solumedrol into
Greg�s vein. Greg felt a flush come over him. And then, gradually, after
the needle had been withdrawn and Gwen had given his arm a second wipe,
he felt his penis grow increasingly agitated. He really needed to cum now!
He ground his teeth and, even though Tabitha held a knife right against his
cock, the sharp edge touching his skin, Greg twisted his hips. He was hard,
so hard, and he needed to shoot his load very badly.
Of course, with the girls being cherries, that wasn�t exactly what
they had in mind. Instead they wanted to play with him and explore him.
Gwen asked Tabitha something (Greg was no longer listening, his cock was
the focus of his thoughts now) and then she pranced back to the counter. A
moment later she returned. She held a small powder blue pill in her
fingers. And a cup of water to wash it down with.
�This is... how do you pronounce it?� Gwen asked Tabitha.
�Zaroxolyn,� Tabitha said, still slicing very lightly at the sensitive
skin of Greg�s hugely bloated organ.
�Zar... whatever,� Gwen said. �It will help you go to the bathroom.�
�I don�t need any help going to the bathroom!� Greg said. He needed
to cum, dammit, and these two little cherry vixens weren�t even thinking
of that.
Gwen pushed Greg�s lips apart and, though he tried to keep his teeth
together, she finally persuaded him, with a kiss on his cheek, to open his
mouth. She popped in the pill.
�We need to take a urine sample,� Gwen told Greg in a serious voice.
�This will help you pee out of your penis.� She tilted the cup and Greg felt
cold water splash over his face. Some of it went in his mouth and he
swallowed the pill.
�Do you think he needs Castor Oil too?� Gwen asked Tabitha.
�No, I don�t want him shitting on my dad�s table,� Tabitha answered.
�The cleaning lady would wonder if she came in and saw shit on a table in
an exam room that�s supposedly locked up for the week.� Tabitha looked
up and smiled. �However, if there�s a few sperm stains on the white paper
I imagine they�ll just blend in,� she said.
Greg was oozing precum out of the tip of his penis despite the
thermometer jammed down into it. He trembled.
�Don�t move, dear,� Tabitha warned him. �I�m measuring your dick
with the knife in case I have to cut any of it off.�
�Tabby,� Greg groaned. This was definitely a �pay now or pay later�
girl. He could fuck her, or live to see his rivals have her instead. He could
move now, and be cut, or not move and be cut later.
�Yes, Mr. Cock?� Tabitha asked quite sweetly. Apparently she was
pleased that he�d been so cooperative with his plans. She�d gotten to play
with her cleaver, and her surgical kit, and give him shots and take his
temp. Greg hoped she was running out of ideas.
�I...� Greg didn�t know what to say. Finally decided to fake needing
to pee. �I have to go to the bathroom. Can I get up and go?�
�Tch, of course not,� Tabitha said. �Not after me and Gwen did all
that work tying you down. We still have to ride you, after all.�
�Ride me?� Greg asked.
�Yes, like riding a horse,� Gwen explained in an anxious voice.
�Except we�ll be sitting, well, where THAT thing is,� she said. She
pointed rather nervously at Greg�s huge, stemming erection.
�And we�re wondering if you�re too big for us,� Tabitha added,
scraping the knife across Greg�s cock again.
�That wouldn�t help, believe me,� Greg said.
�We�ve both been on the Pill for a week in anticipation of it,� Gwen
told him. �We saw your photo in the paper, winning last weekend�s game,
and decided you were the one to... you know... to get us laid and stuff.�
�But we think it�s best to tie you down for it. Too many girls I�ve
talked to didn�t like their first time, because the guy was too fast, and too
much thinking about himself,� Tabitha said. �But you�ll have plenty of
time to think, Greg dear. And to pee, too. Gwen, get him a cup. He needs
to pee!�
�Ohkay,� Gwen said with a small, heartfelt sigh. She pranced over to
the countertop and rummaged around in a drawer for a pee cup. She found
one, broke it out of its plastic wrapping, and returned. �Oh, yeah. I forgot
to take the thermometer out,� Gwen said. She stood on tiptoe and reached
over Greg�s waist. Her fingers rose to the top of his penis and she tugged
on the bright red ball. �Ooops! I think it�s stuck,� Gwen said. Then she
pulled again and the thermometer came rising up out of Greg�s penis, slick
with his pre-cum. �No, it�s not stuck,� Gwen said. �Hmmm, I wonder what
his temperature is, though?� She got the thermometer free of Greg�s
urethra and drew it close to her eyes. She stared at it intently.
�Tabby, I mean, Dr. Tabitha, do you know how to read a
thermometer?� Gwen asked her friend.
�No, Dad always just has me stick that gun-thing in the patients�
ears,� Tabitha replied.
�Oh well, you�ve got a good temperature, I�m sure,� Gwen told Greg.
She shook the thermometer. Then she flounced back over to the formica
counter and laid it beside the sink. Greg watched her as she walked.
Again the wriggling of her bottom made her skirt flip up and show him her
virginal panties. How he wished to yank those down! The Solumedrol was
really beginning to take hold of him. If he weren�t tied down he was sure
he would rape her now, never mind that consensual crap. She was small
and lovely and so delicate, yet with a high-set, pumpkin ripe bottom and
delicious tits that jiggled in her too small bra.
Tabitha was just as lovely. As if to drive Greg further insane, she
suddenly placed the knife on Greg�s stomach, the point aiming at his penis,
and reached behind her back. She unsnapped her bra. Greg gasped as she
popped her bra cups from her tits and exposed her bosoms. They were
young, lovely, uptitled cones of white flesh. Atop each one grew a perfect
cherry nipple. Each was hard, despite the soft jiggling of her bosoms.
�Oh, shall we go topless?� Gwen asked. She reached behind herself
and, while maintaining a look of complete innocence, unsnapped her bra.
Her cups, too small for her newly grown tits, came off her bosoms like
caps blown from twin heads in a gust of wind. Pop! Pop! Went each bra
cup, and Greg was left with a mouth-watering sight of the young girl�s
newly grown breasts. Again they were white, again they quivered with
soft fleshiness, but each had a perfectly hard little nipple stem at its tip.
Gwen saw Greg gazing at her and blushed. �I�ve never shown my tits
to a guy before,� she admitted.
�I showed mine to the boy down the street,� Tabitha said.
�Who?� Gwen asked.
�Dalton,� Tabby replied.
�Oh, him. He visits the Hustler web site and tells me he knows more
about my body than I do,� Gwen said. �But I don�t think he does. I mean, if
he�s just staring at photos...�
�I know,� Tabby said. �He showed his dick to me. But then he got
excited and spurted his stuff all over my panties.� She smiled. She looked
at Greg. �So you get to take me instead.�
Gwen stood looking at Tabitha. �You mean you DID it with him?�
�No, I just *tried* to do it with him,� Tabitha said. �That�s when I
decided I needed a real man to do the job, not Dalton.�
�Oh, yes! Well I think we�ve found one,� Gwen said. She looked at
Greg. �And he�s all ours, too. Aren�t you Greg�wy?� The girl�s voice took
on an infantile air. She sidled up to him and poked a finger into his face,
into one of his nostrils. She kissed him again. Clearly she was anxious
about the prospect of riding him and sought solace in pretending to be a
small child. �Greg�wy, do you love me?� she asked.
�No,� Greg gasped. �I�m just dying to fuck you.�
Gwen slapped Greg. He gasped again. His ears rang.
�He doesn�t love me!� Gwen told Tabitha.
�He�s a football player, silly,� Tabitha replied. She was still
entertaining herself by sliding a kitchen knife along Greg�s cock.
�Football players get lots of girls. Nonetheless, whether he loves us or
not, we�re both going to pop our cherries on him. And you�re going first.�
�Waht?! I don�t want to go first,� Gwen said. Tabitha placed her
knife back into the tray of surgical gear. She walked around Greg�s feet
and over to Gwen. She reached out and grabbed hold of the hem of Gwen�s
skirt. Bending, she yanked it down.
�You�re going first!� Tabitha said to Gwen. Greg, meanwhile, stared
in abject admiration of the blonde�s bottom. It was as he�d pictured it in
his mind. She had a very narrow waist, with flaring hips that shaped
themselves into the loveliest, roundest pair of hind cheeks he�d ever seen.
Across them, stretched tight, themselves a little small, just as her bra
had been, were Gwen�s panties. They were white, and caught in her ass
crack a little, and he had no doubt in her pussy lips too, for Gwen stood
with her thighs almost crossed, and wiggling her bottom anxiously as she
argued with her friend.
�But I CAN�T go first,� Gwen said. �I�ve never had anything to do
with a boy, except playing post office. You�ve actually had Dalton squirt
his stuff on you.�
�That hardly separates us, my dear,� Tabitha said in a grown-up
voice. �You�re going to go riding on Greg if I have to whack your hiney to
make you!�
�Noooo!� Gwen cried. She tried to dash away from Tabitha but her
skirt was down around her knees and she fell. Tabitha pounced on her like
a cat. She yanked down Gwen�s panties, giving Greg a clear view of the
girl�s virgin white buttcheeks. Down came Tabitha�s hand, and Greg
winced as he saw it leave a bright red mark on the girl�s bottom.
�Ow!� Gwen wailed.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! �You�re GOING to take him first,� Tabitha said.
�No, I won�t!� Gwen hollared. �I won�t! I won�t! I won�t!�
Tabitha held still. She sat atop her friend, who lay sprawled on the
floor underneath her. Gwen�s feet were encirled by her skirt and her knees
were bound with her descended panties. Her lovely blonde hair stuck out
from her head on either side in twin pigtails. Her back was a like the
inside of a shell, sloping along in a concave expanse of smooth flesh until
it drew inward at her waist and then expanded again to form the bulging
cheeks of her now blushing bottom.
�Shhhh! Someone will hear you yelling!� Tabitha warned. There was
a sound of feet out beyond the door of the examining room. �I thought you
locked the front door to my dad�s office!� Tabitha said to Gwen.
�Ooops,� Gwen said in a small voice.
�You mean you didn�t?� Tabitha asked.
�I forgot,� Gwen admitted.
SLAP! Indifferent now to the fate of the three of them upon being
discovered, Tabitha gave little Gwen another slap on her ass.
�Oooo!� Gwen yelped, but tried to suppress her yelp all the same, for
there were indeed feet just outside the exam room�s door.
�Maybe they won�t come--� Tabitha said, wishing she hadn�t slapped
her friend, for the feet were very close now. Suddenly, before she could
finish her whispered sentence the door opened.
�What th--?!� a woman�s voice asked. Greg�s head snapped from his
right side, where the two girls lay hidden behind the GYN table, to his left,
where in the door now stood one of the loveliest, most mature women he�d
ever seen. She had long dark hair and it was loosely piled into a bun. She
wore glasses, but they seemed to add to her allure as she peered over
them at Greg�s naked form on the exam table. She had a white medical
coat on but it was unable to suppress a view of her sumptuous breasts,
which stood up from her chest like ripe watermelons waiting to be picked.
She had on a blouse and, Greg guessed, a bra underneath, but the blouse,
like the coat, was decollette in front, leaving an alluring expanse of tit
flesh available to the eye.
�Hello Miss Dumpkins,� Tabitha�s voice piped up from behind the
exam table. Her head rose and she peered over the flat expanse of Greg�s
hairy belly.
�Hello Miss Dumpkins,� Gwen chimed. She couldn�t rise, Tabitha
being still over her, if not actually sitting on her anymore, and she seemed
rather resigned to her place on the floor.
�Tabitha? Gwen? What are you two doing here? The office is
closed this week,� Miss Dumpkins said in a voice laced with astonishment.
Yet, gazing at Greg, almost ignoring the girls as she asked the question,
she had a sensuous lisp to her words, for Greg was all spread out before
her and as naked as a jay, with his cock sticking up like a steeple.
�Hello, Ms. Dumpkins, I�m-- pleased to make your acquaintance,�
Greg said in a halting voice.
�Why, aren�t you--?� Miss Dumpkins began. She pointed at Greg.
�Yes, I won last week�s game against the Rams,� Greg admitted.
�Greg Cook --er.�
�My, I�ve always wanted to meet you,� Miss Dumpkins said. A man
appeared behind her.
�What�s up, dear? Do you want to fuck in here?� He had just gotten
his last words out when he saw Greg.
�Good God, this is kinky! You want me and some other guy to do
you?�
�I-- I didn�t know he was here, darling,� Miss Dumpkins said, turning
to the man behind her. He was young, obviously a doctor, wearing a white
coat and with a stethescope.
�We�re studying the reproductive system,� Tabitha explained. She
stood up fully.
�The male reproductive system,� Gwen said from the floor.
�I-- I think you�ve chosen an excellent specimen for your study,�
Miss Dumpkins said.
�Hey, aren�t you--?� the doctor asked Greg.
�Yes, I�m Greg Cook. I won last week�s game agains the Rams,� he
said.
�I ought to kick your ass,� the man said to Greg.
�I know,� Greg admitted. He glanced at the two girls. Slowly Gwen
was getting up from the floor, her panties around her knees and her skirt
wrapped round her ankles.
�I bet on the Rams,� the doctor said. �Thanks to your damn last
minute touchdown I lost $500!�
�Oh,� Greg said. �We�ll you should have bet on me. The Cock,� Greg
said. He gave his penis a glance. Maybe he wouldn�t lose it with this
doctor and Miss Dumpkins here now.
�Cock of the Walk! That�s what the announcers all said, after the
game,� Miss Dumpkins exclaimed. �Yes, I liked that! But I didn�t know
they meant it so literally.� She gazed again at his cock.
�Well, I�m not small,� Greg admitted, looking down over the hair of
his chest at his penis. Then he looked at the doctor. �And I do win. Bet
$1,000 on me next time.�
�I will,� the doctor said. He approached Greg, Miss Dumpkins on his
arm. �I�m Doctor Johns,� he said. He extended his hand. Then, with a
small utter of �Oh,� he drew it back, seeing Greg�s hands had been tied to
the rungs running along the sides of the table.
Miss Dumpins, on the doctor�s arm, was coterminous with Greg�s
cock. She gazed at it with a mixture of wonderment and appreciation. The
doctor noticed, pulled her back a little from Greg.
Tabitha came round one end of the table and Gwen around the other.
Tabitha was still wearing her skirt but Gwen, kicking her skirt off, was
pulling up her panties.
�God, if I was a pervert I think I�d be in heaven,� the doctor
admitted, looking at the two girls.
�She spanked me, Miss Dumpkins!� Gwen said. She turned and, with
her panties pulled up to her slit in front but still under her bottom in back,
she showed Miss Dumpkins her well-slapped bottom. It looked like a bowl
of jiggly white cream, heart-shaped, with a split up the middle. It had
hand prints on it, visibly, red on the white flesh of her ass.
�Well, you should both be spanked, for what you�ve done,� Miss
Dumpkins said. �Greg too, I imagine, but he�s rather indisposed at the
moment.� She gave an appreciative glance again at Greg�s cock. The
doctor gazed in wonderment at Gwen�s pretty bottom.
Suddenly, making a decision, Miss Dumpkins reached out and grabbed
Gwen�s arm. The doctor, sensing her decision, perhaps throwing care to
the wind, reached out and grabbed Tabitha.
Miss Dumpkins laughed. �I think I�ll spank you both, for what you�ve
done. What a pleasant entree it would be to an afternoon of sex! And I
don�t think, little Tabitha, that your father would scold me too badly for
doing it either, particularly since he sees me on the nights his wife is too
frigid for him!�
�Oh, I knew you were doing him!� Tabitha said. She seemed not to
mind the revelation, but she did mind the doctor holding her by her arm.
�Don�t spank us, Miss Dumpkins!� Gwen cried. The dark-haired
woman was pushing the struggling girl ahead of her, still holding her arm,
pressing her at last up against the left leg extension on the exam table.
Gwen was flung over Greg�s left thigh. Her bosoms hung down between his
widely-spaced thighs, one of them brushing against his testicles. Miss
Dumpkins reached for surgical tubing the girls had left on the floor. She
bound Gwen�s wrists, outstretched, around the thigh of Greg�s other leg.
Greg felt Tabitha�s tits plop onto his stomach as the doctor laid her
torso across him. Quickly the doctor pulled Tabby�s wrists out in front of
her and bound them to the railing on the far side of the table with surgical
tubing. Like Gwen, Tabitha was forced to stand on tip-toe by the height of
the table. The doctor took hold of Tabitha�s skirt and lowered it with
relish. The huddling cheeks of her bottom were revealed. She wore black
panties, matching her now discarded bra. The doctor grabbed her panties
and pulled them down. The white cheeks of her bottom were displayed to
his eye and, indirectly, to Greg�s, who lay watching, his cock between the
two struggling girls� heads.
�Yes, aren�t they pretty?� Miss Dumpkins asked aloud. �Such lovely
tushies. And never caned, I�ll bet. Well we can change that.� She lowered
Gwen�s panties to the girl�s ankles and then left them there. Gwen,
perhaps feeling some humiliation in this, struggled to lift the panties
back up with her heels and finally, unable to do that, stepped daintily out
of them.
Tabitha�s skirt and panties coiled around her feet. Like Gwen she
seemed to decide having no clothes at all was better than having them
round one�s ankles, and she stepped, with a little difficulty, for they were
tangled within each other, out of the garments. Both girls kicked up their
nude white legs and begged to have their wrists released.
�Not a chance,� Miss Dumpkins answered. �Don�t you agree, doctor?�
�Indeed,� he said. �I�ve never seen two naughtier bottoms. Or ones
so young,� he added.
�Well I hope not,� Miss Dumpkins said. �I�d hate to think you�re a
child molester.�
�Hardly,� the doctor answered. �But I do know an opportunity when I
see one. Eh, Cook?�
�I�m just lying here,� Greg said truthfully.
�With that cock of yours sticking up as an inspiration to us all,�
Miss Dumpkins laughed. The doctor laughed. Even little Tabitha and Gwen,
stuck on either side of Greg, tied down, let out a laugh. Then they watched
with trepidation as Miss Dumpkins walked to a supply closet.
�Believe it or not, Tabby, your dad likes to get his ass flogged on
nights when he�s not home,� Miss Dumpkins said to the girl. She opened
the door to the supply room and reached inside. She looked back at the
girl. �Did you know that?� she asked.
�No,� Tabitha admitted.
Miss Dumpkins drew a long thin cane from the darkness of the closet.
�Don�t worry, I won�t do you any harder than I do him,� she said.
�Ohhhh, PLEASE don�t spank us, Miss Dumpkins!� Gwen begged.
Miss Dumpkins flexed her cane. �This, my dear, isn�t a spanking
thing, it�s a caning thing, and if the good doctor decided to take his belt
off, I might give you a whipping. Spankings are done with the hand. This
hurts much worse.�
�Ohhhh! My bottom already hurts!� Gwen said truthfully.
�I know, my dear, but not enough,� Miss Dumpkins said. She reached
up and unpinned her hair. To Greg�s suprise, he saw the doctor take off his
gown and hang it up on a clothes rack. Then Gwen took off her coat and
hung it next to his. Together they took a moment to undress. The girls
could only watch, gasping first as Miss Dumpins showed them, for the
first time, her boobs, then her ass and cunt, while the doctor took off his
shirt and pants. He proved to be no slouch when it came to penis size and
the girls found themselves all staring at his dick with almost as much
admiration as they displayed for Greg�s.
�Now this is going to hurt, girls, but I want you to think of it as
more than just discipline for trying Mr. Cook down and playing with his
penis,� Miss Dumpkins said to the two maidens. She walked round behind
them, still wearing heels, and black stockings, which were matched by
black stockings Tabitha wore. Neither female needed a garter belt. The
stockings on both were elasticized. They rose to the tops of their thighs.
Above their cunts showed lewdly and, behind, their bottoms bulged
brazenly. Miss Dumpkins flexed her cane again. She swished it through
the air, a practise stroke, hitting nothing, but the doctor, approaching her,
was forced to step back.
�There is pleasure in pain, girls, provided it�s properly applied,�
Miss Dumpkins said to her newfound pupils. �I want you both to savor
these strokes. It�s taken me months of practise, mostly on your father,
Tabitha, to perfect a stroke that stings without leaving a welt on the
bottom.� She turned to the doctor. �Doctor Johns, would you please get
some alcohol and a rag and wet down the girls� bottoms for me? It will
accent the sting when I deliver the blows.�
�Sure,� Dr. Johns answered happily. Greg guessed that, as a doctor,
he felt he could be permitted greater liberties than most people. Two
nude girls were just two more patients, in his eyes, and he was entitled to
view them and work his will on them as medical science or, at least, his
own physical needs dictated. He didn�t seem to feel the conflicted
worries that Greg felt.
Both girls turned their faces toward each other. Their childish
breath breathed hotly across the stem of Greg�s penis.
�Oh, pelease don�t whip us,� Gwen said again, but her voice sounded
resigned now, for Miss Dumpkins was practising her stroke behind the girl
and each swish of the cane came closer to connecting with her bare seat.
Doctor Johns returned with the alcolhol.
�Rub it in good,� Miss Dumpkins told him. �I want these girls to feel
a little remorseful when I�m through. They really shouldn�t be in here
fooling around with Tabby�s dad�s expensive medical equipment. Or older
men,� she added, looking at Greg.
Doctor Johns put a liberal dousing of alchohol on the fresh cotton rag
he�d brought. Then he wiped it across Gwen�s seat.
The blonde shrank at the contact. �Ohhh, no please don�t!� she
begged. Yet the doctor continued, wetting her entire bottom with broad
swaths of the alchohol-drenched rag. He even rubbed it against her slit.
�Oh, not on my pussy! Oooch!� Gwen protested. Then Dr. Johns, oblivious
to the girl�s pleadings, wet the rag again and wiped within the crack of
her bottom.
�Ooooch! It�s getting into my hole! It stings!� Gwen said, wiggling
her fanny.
�As well it should,� Miss Dumpkins said. She appeared to be growing
impatient with the extensiveness of the doctor�s attentions and she gave
him a swishing crack of the cane across his bare buns.
�YeeeeOW! What�re you doing that to me for?� the doctor asked.
�What, you don�t like to get your hiney whacked? Doctor Adams
loves it,� Miss Dumpkins giggled.
�No, I don�t,� Doctor Johns answered. He switched from Gwen�s
bottom over to Tabitha�s. She�d been closer but he�d passed her by,
favoring Gwen first, perhaps to let Tabitha �wriggle on the vine,� while
she watched her friend get wiped down. Now, staring balefully back over
her shoulder, she shuddered as the alcohol rag came wetly against her
bottom.
�Oh, that stings!� Tabitha complained.
�Bear up and take it like a good girl,� Miss Dumpkins said. �Put it
liberally on her, Doctor Johns, all over her bottom. I know she�s the one
who thought of this naughty idea.�
Tabitha strained on tip-toes as the alcohol was rubbed across her
ass and then into her slit and finally into her nether hole. �How do you
know I thought it up?� Tabitha asked through pursed lips.
�Because you�re a little tramp,� Miss Dumpkins said. �Or a tramp in
the making.� She laughed. �You remind me of myself at 13.�
Greg wished he could spare the girls their fate. He saw them
wincing at the contact of the alcohol pad and he knew they�d really wince
when they�d felt the cane. He�d dated a dominatrix, briefly, and he knew
how much a slim whippy cane could sting. Yet, Miss Dumpkins was right,
if applied with care, it could skim the seat and cause pain without even
leaving marking the skin. He doubted Miss Dumpkins� few months of
training on Tabby�s dad had given her that level of skill. But he knew she�d
apply the cane with care. Yet he�d still have spared the girls� squirming
seats if he could have. They seemed too young to him to be subject to such
torments, especially since both of them were still virgins.
Doctor Johns stepped back. Warily he eyed Miss Dumpkins and her
cane.
�Ready, girls?� Miss Dumpkins asked.
�Nooooo,�
�Nooooo,� both girls replied in unison.
�Oh, I almost forgot, they must be gagged,� Miss Dumpkins said.
�They�re not old enough or trained enough yet to keep silent. Even Tabby�s
Dad had to be gagged at first.�
Doctor Johns fetched two strips of cloth from a drawer underneath
the formica cabinet. Returning, he bound Gwen�s mouth first, then
Tabitha�s. The girls tried to twist their faces away from him but,
stretched out over Greg and tied down, they had little chance of evading
him. When he was finished both girls faced each other again, and Greg,
seeing the eyes of Gwen, knew she was resigned to her fate. Along the
side of the table, her long thin legs rubbed together, then crossed.
Tabitha�s did the same.
�Excited, girls?� Miss Dumpkins asked. �I would be too, if it were
my first caning. Let us proceed, then. Remember, this is for your own
good. And my pleasure,� she added. She looked at Doctor Johns. �You may
play with yourself if you wish, Doctor Johns,� she said. �I�m going to, and
these little ones would love to, if they only could.� Miss Dumpkins,
holding her cane in one hand, deftly placed her other hand within her slit.
Immediatley she let out a small gasp of pleasure and flung her head back.
Then, composing herself, but still frigging herself too, she lifted the cane
she held.
�Legs apart, girls!� Miss Dumpkins said. �Don�t try to frig
yourselves by rubbing your thighs together!�
WHICK! The cane came down before either girl could comply.
�Whooo! Hoooo!� Gwen cried. Small puffs of her breath escaped from
behind her gag and washed over the shaft of Greg�s penis.
�Oooooh!� Tabitha groaned. She responded with a shapely buck of her
hips as the cane made contact with her bare bottom and then bounced off.
Her thin legs tensed, her toes curled. She settled down on the balls of her
feet at last, looked over her shoulder, gazing at Miss Dumpkins with
frightened anticipation.
�My, you looked like you almost liked that, Tabby,� Miss Dumpkins
said. �I know you have a cruel streak in you. Are you imagining already
learning the technique of the cane yourself, and applying it to your
friends? Well I�m afraid you�ll have to learn to follow before you can
lead, my dear.�
SWIIIISH! The cane struck Gwen again and the blonde arched her back
and, after the cane had left her, thrust out the cheeks of her bottom. Then,
like a dancer, she kicked up her feet; one to the right and the other to the
left, each foot doing a dance of its own. Miss Dumpkins laughed at her
antics. The balloon of Gwen�s bottom showed twin streaks where the cane
had touched it.
�Yes, Tabitha, time for another stroke for you, too,� Miss Dumpkins
said to the dark-haired girl. Tabby waited with a softly huddled bottom,
standing straight up on her toes.
SWIIICK! The cane came, left a mark in its wake. Tabitha danced.
Her breath puffed over Greg�s shaft.
�Dr. Johns, please lubricate your shaft,� Miss Dumpkins said to her
male companion. �I want you to give these two a little taste of what it
will be like to ride atop Greg.�
�Sure,� Doctor Johns answered. He quit stroking his cock and went
to the counter and rummaged around �til he found a jar of petroleum jelly
and, in addition to that, a tube of KY. �Think I should wear a condom?� he
asked. He began to rub lubricant on his penis.
�No, you won�t need it,� Miss Dumpkins said. �You�ll be taking them
in their bottoms.�
�Ooooh! Nooo!� Gwen�s voice howled within her gag. Tabitha seemed
no less pleased at her announced fate, uttering up a screamy whimper.
�Girls, you cannot pick and choose every man,� Miss Dumpkins said.
�To be proper tramps you must let yourselves be a little free.� She gave
each girl�s seat a fresh whack, more impressive than the previous ones,
and the girls set to dancing like puppets on the end of strings. Their
breath continued to puff out around the stem of Greg�s cock and he wished,
for once, they wouldn�t look at each other as they struggled under the
cane.
Doctor Johns used his hands to turn his penis into a slathered well-
oiled machine. It looked rather like a sausage dipped in heavy grease and,
since he was otherwise naked, the gleam of his wet penis stood out in
sharp contrast to his otherwise dry stomach and thighs. Only the palms of
his hands shared the wet look his penis now bore.
Miss Dumpkins gave each struggling girl ten well-placed whacks
with her cane. She might have continued, but suddenly she threw the cane
down on the floor and ran up beside Tabitha. She kissed Greg�s hairy
chest, then licked his neck and finally forced his mouth (not unwillingly)
to engage with hers in a deep-tonguing kiss.
�Oh, I can�t stand being all hot and bothered and not having a well-
stung hiney,� Miss Dumpkins breathed hotly when she at last came up for
air. She turned and looked over her shoulder. �Doctor Johns, would you
please whack my ass while I kiss Greg?� she asked.
�It would be-- an honor,� Doctor Johns admitted truthfully. With his
cock waggling wetly, he walked over to where she�d cast the cane and
picked it up from the floor. Then he flexed it once and, before turning to
her, gave each young virgin trussed across Greg a quick smack.
�ooooh!� Gwen uttered, but not as wailingly loud as before for,
fearing he might hurt them, Doctor Johns had struck quite lightly. Tabitha
only grimaced, said nothing. She was learning, Greg realized, with a
shiver than ran down to his loins and then up to the tip of his cock, to take
the cane.
�Hard, please,� Miss Dumpkins instructed Doctor Johns. Greg saw
Tabitha�s eyes widen, thinking she was speaking of what she wished for
her. Then the junior dark-haired girl realized Miss Dumpkins was speaking
of herself.
�Mmmmweawyharf,� Tabitha said through her gag to Doctor Johns.
Greg couldn�t make out the words. But he guessed, knowing Tabitha, that
the girl had begged Doctor Johns to strike her companion very hard.
WHACK! The first blow fell and it was not a light one, for Doctor
Johns had not mastered the technique. Miss Dumpkins cried out but
otherwise seemed not to mind. She ground her hips and pressed her mouth
hard to Greg. She cradled his head with her arms. She drove her tongue
into Greg�s mouth. He reeled under the assault. He�d never been so invaded
by a woman before. Yes, he�d dueled with many, but Miss Dumpkins seemed
to possess a fire all her own. Her fury and his condition, tied between the
two underage girls with his cock at full attention, hearing the sound of
the cane cracking across Miss Dumpkins� bottom, was suddenly too much
for him. Twisting his hips on the table, hoping desperately not to cum, he
suddenly found himself spouting cum like a geyser. It was humiliating.
Nobody was even touching him. Yet his cock, sensitized to the extreme by
the Solumedrol the girls had injected him with and the luridness of his
surroudings, fired off a cannonade of sperm. The two virgins bound above
and below his privates shrieked as they felt hot globs of his sperm
splatter down onto their faces and pretty hair.
�Yes, love, yes! You are so naught to cum! You must be caned too!�
Miss Dumpkins told Greg. This only made him more aroused, and he ejected
yet more sperm, shooting off a whole week�s worth of seed upon poor
little Tabby and Gwen.
�That�s one Hell of a reproductive system,� Doctor Johns crowed,
admiring the display of Greg�s eruption. He laughed. Then he gave each
young maiden tied across Greg�s body another swift crack of the cane on
their bottoms to keep them occupied while he set about doing the same to
Miss Dumpkins. The two girls screamed, despite their gags, for Doctor
Johns had thrown caution to the winds this time, and given them the cane
with the force he desired, rather than with a timid hand, as before. As
Tabby and Gwen wriggled their hips unhappily, tears bursting from their
eyes, Doctor Johns turned back to Miss Dumpkins. He gave her a blow of
the same force. Abruptly she lifted her face from Greg, drawing her
tongue out of his mouth, and shrieked. Her bottom became a tumult of
motion, her cheeks contracting under the blow, then bounding out as the
cane bounced away, then squeezing fiercely. A bright line crossed over her
heinie. Doctor Johnson guessed it would welt and the thought excited him
and he looked at the twin virgins and saw he�d marked them in a similar
manner, his stroke brighter than those given by Miss Dumpkins, more
deeply impressed.
With a cruel gleam coming over his eyes Doctor Johns fisted his cock
and resolved to give Miss Dumpkins the caning she really deserved. He was
no expert at it, but he guessed simply by using his surgical mind and
applying the blows with force he could give her an experience she�d
remember long after their ways parted. He drew up his arm and, his stiff
cock jaggling up and down like a tuning fork, he brought the slim cane
down across Miss Dumpkins� plump ass.
�Yeeeeooch!� Miss Dumpkins yelled, with obvious surprise. Her hands
were forced to leave Greg�s face and fly to her ass. She rubbed it like a
child fresh from the Principal�s office. Her feet pranced and she did a
little dance beside Greg�s head. Tears sprung from her eyes and ran down
her cheeks. She wore waterproof makeup, of course, expecting perhaps to
cry, if her lover were strong enough with her, and Doctor Johns found
himself disliking her for taking such a precaution. He wanted her mussed,
messed. She was still too much in control, too much in charge.
�That hurt!� Miss Dumpkins said ruefully. She looked back over her
shoulder at Doctor Johns.
�It�s supposed to,� he answered.
�Not THAT much!� Miss Dumpkins said. Greg thought he heard, behind
her gag, Gwen say to Tabby, �Lookthwhothtalkinth,� which he interpreted
to be �Look who�s talking.� He smiled. His dick, even though beginning to
shrink, felt great. His balls felt relieved. Even though he hadn�t speared
the girls he had showered their hair with his seed. They were too young,
he told himself, for a real ride. Better they go back to riding real horses
and ponies, their hymens intact. And then he remembered that a girl�s
cherry sometimes pops doing things liked riding a horse. And again,
though he tried to fight the thought, he found himself thinking, �Well, if
they�re going to pop anyway, why not do it for real?� The thought made
his cock stiffen up. The girls watched it, wide-eyed, tied on either side of
his loins. He wondered if they were grinning at each other beneath their
gags. They had, after all, chosen him for their maiden ride.
Despite her newfound fear of Doctor Johns, Miss Dumpkins once
again put her mouth over Greg�s and cradled his head in her arms. With
great bravery she stuck out her damaged tushy at the doctor. He seemed to
have forgotten the Hippocratic Oath, but perhaps she�d been looking for a
man who would. The doctor paced back and forth behind her. He flexed his
cane. His cock stuck out lewdly from his body, waiting for its turn at the
woman. He lifted his arm and brought the cane down hard again.
�OOOOOOYH--YEEEEE!� Miss Dumpkins cried out. But this time,
despite the severity of the blow, she managed to hold onto Greg�s head.
Her mouth tore from his and Greg watched, her arms clinging round his
head, as she screamed at the ceiling.
�Miss Dumpkins, please do control yourself. You�ll be heard all over
the building,� Doctor Johns said.
�Oh, I can�t!� Miss Dumpkins wailed. �It hurts too much!�
�Then I shall have to forbare, but not for the sake of your bottom,
only for my cock, which is dying to have you,� Doctor Johns said.
�Oh, no, the girls!� Miss Dumpkins said. �Do them, not me, they must
be trained!� But Doctor Johns was no pervert and he was upon her in a
flash, the cane cast away, his cock prying between her clenched thighs to
find her cunt.
�Give me your cunt or I�ll fuck your ass,� Doctor Johns warned.
�Nooo, the girls!� Miss Dumpkins said.
Greg watched as the woman, her head lifted above his, suddenly
gasped. The doctor had yanked her thighs apart, pulled her butt back, and
found an opening. Greg wasn�t sure which.
�Oooooh! Please not my hole!� Miss Dumpkins said.
�Yes, your hiney-hole it will be then, to punish you,� Doctor Johns
said. �You wish the same for the girls. Well, try it yourself.�
�No, I�ve never had it th-th-tha-at way!� Miss Dumpkins gasped.
�What? God, you�re so tight! I think you�re telling the truth!� Doctor
Johns said. �You didn�t want to �train� the girls, you wanted to watch
them suffer and see what it was like!�
�I know, I know,� Miss Dumpkins confessed.
�Amazing,� Doctor Johns said. �To think you�d play at being such a
vixen, yet be an innocent, at least in your bottom,� Doctor Johns gasped.
His cock was truly being squeezed now. Greg knew the feeling. He�d
porked girls every which way there was and the bottom was as inviting as
a virgin�s slit. Especially if it was virgin itself. Doctor Johns groaned.
Despite all his years as a student and a resident, nothing had prepared him
for this. He was, Greg guessed, a virgin himself when it came to sticking
himself up the female butthole. Greg laughed. He was bound, trussed up
like a turkey, on GYN table no less, but it was hilarious to an experienced
pro like himself to see a Doctor, A Doctor (!) struggle with his first anal
entry.
�There�s an outer ring and an inner ring, doctor,� Greg said to the
man. �The outer one can be gotten open but the inner one requires coaxing.
Go slow, you�ll get it. Otherwise you might tear it and harm her.�
Little Gwen and Tabitha stared at Greg with wide eyes. He realized
what they were thinking. They�d chosen the right man for the job. Not
Dalton, apparenlty some 13-year-old who completely lacked sperm
control, and not even Doctor Johns, who despite his medical license
apparently had great gaps in his practical knowledge. No, it was Greg
they�d decided upon, hatching their little plot, and now they saw he was
the man to take their virginity from them. In two ways, not just one, as
they�d intended. Greg realized that, for their sakes, if nothing else, he
owed it to them to open them up properly. They were no longer just
children to him anymore. They were young ladies, seeking knowledge, and
he didn�t want to see them left to Dalton or, God forbid, to some other
dude who might injure them. Greg�s cock stiffened. The girls watched it
rise and their eyes, though still smarting from the cane, appeared
mirthful.
The two girls watched attentively as Miss Dumpkins received her
first ride on the male prong. Slowly, taking Greg�s advice, Doctor Johns
forced his way up inside her ass.
�Yes, yes, take it my sweet,� Doctor Johns urged Miss Dumpkins.
Bravely she let the weight of her bottom protrude into his urging hands.
His spear impaled her. Greg guessed the woman was hardly �his sweet,�
though indeed sweet to fuck. It was a fling, nothing more. Greg had spied
a wedding band on the man�s finger and knew he wouldn�t be doing anything
more than taking his share of Miss Dumpkins, so he could boast to his
friends that he�d had her, a woman who was obviously the best-looking in
the building, if not in the entire state.
�Ohhhh, no, it�s-- it�s so big I can�t take it all,� Miss Dumpkins
sighed.
�You know you can, I can feel, God, you�re so tight, ah, I must have
your shit all over my dick,� Doctor Johns groaned. �Mmmm, I�m up high,
gonna pull back a little, then ram it up!�
�Oooof! Please don�--� Miss Dumpkins urged, but he was already
quick-thrusting in her, drawing back and then lunging up within her again.
She shrieked. Gwen and Tabitha�s eyes were as big as saucers.
�Hethdointhherthgooth!� Gwen said thru her gag to Tabitha. Tabitha
nodded.
�Ah, up and back, in and out, my sweet, yes, move your hips!� Doctor
Johns said to Miss Dumpkins. Together they began to move in unison. His
cock would draw back as her hips tightened and drew away. Then, in an
increasingly fluid movement, he would jab his big thing up her as she
boldly pushed her bottom out to him. Greg sighed. It was glorious to
watch. But his penis was becoming rock hard again and he felt a new
desperation. He wished he could at least bring his legs together to
console the stirring within his balls. Even a squeeze of his own hairy
thighs upon them would be some releif. But instead they bulged anew,
refilled by his youth and the Solumedrol the girls had injected him with.
His dick stood up ramrod straight and he wished he could poke it in
anything, anything at all. Even the privates of the two little virgins who
gazed (when they weren�t staring at the doctor and Miss Dumpkins) so
attentively at it.
�HethgettinthweallthBIGagainth!� Gwen said to Tabitha, turning her
eyes to Greg�s growing cock. Tabitha, sharing the same mindset as Gwen,
easily understood her and nodded. Doctor Johns, meanwhile, driving within
Miss Dumpkins with passionate force, brought himself to the brink of
climax. The girls turned their eyes, watched. Greg heard the doctor groan,
laughed, felt Miss Dumpkins shudder against him as she received his seed.
Slowly the two detached themselves from each other. Greg heard
the familiar �pop� as the doctor withdrew himself from Miss Dumpkins�
(formerly) virgin butt. The thought that two young virgins remained, to be
trained to receive the male in all their holes, kept the doctor at half-staff
even after he�d cum. Greg watched the man�s tumescent prick warily. He
wasn�t sure he wanted the less-than-good doctor doing his chicks. Greg
felt very solicitous of his twin virgins now. They were young,
adventurous. In the wrong hands, hands like the doctor�s, untrained and
mean-spirited, they could wind up getting much more than they deserved.
Yet Greg was tied to the GYN table. He twisted his wrists in the
tubing but the girls had done an excellent job of tying him down. He
suspected that in Girl Scouts, perhaps even in Brownies, the girls hadn�t
been learning how to tie knots with the purest of intentions. Their Scout
Leader might have admired their virtue in learning so well such an
obviously innocent skill, but the girls themselves were practising for
when they�d put a man into bondage, just like they�d read on (Greg
suspected) alt.sex.stories.
Greg tried moving his ankles and found they were just as secure. He
tried rising. No luck. His chest was as tightly bound as his arms and legs,
leaving him just enough room to take a deep breath. Greg watched with
envy as Miss Dumpkins, nursing her behind, helped Doctor Johns untie the
girls from Greg�s body. The girls� hands flew to their bottoms as soon as
they were released. Still wearing her gag, Gwen said,
�Thathhurth!�
Tabby nodded, clutching at her own bare behind.
�Wewy, wewy BADTHLY!� Gwen added. She lifted one of her saddle-
shoed feet and then the other. She still wore her bobby sox. They were
folded into little folds around her ankles. Tabitha still wore her slinky
thigh-high stockings.
�Mmmm, Doctor Johns, I do believe you�ve given each of these girls
their first welt,� Miss Dumpkins said in an admiring tone. She turned each
girl, still gagged, but with her hands free and briskly rubbing her bottom,
and gazed at their seats. �Yes. I didn�t dare, but you did. Typical of a
man. Best for them, though, I suppose,� Miss Dumpkins said.
Tabitha managed, with Miss Dumpkins displacing her hands from her
bottom to see her welt, to lift up her hands. Gwen still kept her hands
round her bottom, hoping, despite Miss Dumpkins� inspection, to somehow
keep continuously rubbing it, perhaps forever.
Tabitha got her gag untied and pulled it off. �Oh!� she blurted. �My
bottom feels like a hot iron�s been placed across it!�
�Yes, dear, that�s what a welt feels like,� Miss Dumpkins said
consolingly. �I have one too, and so does Gwen. Doctor Johns was meaner
to you than I expected he�d be.�
Miss Dumpkins let go of the rubbery cheeks of Tabitha�s bottom. She
stepped over to Gwen and put her hands to the back of the girl�s neck. She
untied Gwen�s gag, as Tabitha gave Doctor Johns a rueful raspberry.
�Well, the same to you, except I�m going to preserve my modesty and
not actually deliver it,� Doctor Johns said. �I�m not 10 anymore like you
are.�
�Oh!� Tabitha said. She darted around behind Doctor Johns and
slapped his hairy ass.
Gwen, inspired by her friend, darted from Miss Dumpkins, leaving her
gag in the woman�s hand.
�Take this, you dirty old man!� Gwen announced. She seized the cane
lying on the floor and went chasing after Doctor Johns.
�Whoa! Girls! Don�t--� Doctor Johns cried. �YEEEOWCH!� He
clutched his bare ass as Gwen whacked it with the cane. She struck again,
hitting his hands. �Stop! Stop!� Doctor Johns said.
�I don�t like you,� Gwen said to him. She stuck out her tongue and
gave him an even bigger display of raspberries than Tabitha had.
�That�s it, I�m leaving,� Doctor Johns said. He grabbed up his clothes
from the floor and his medical smock from the clothes rack. �Miss
Dumpkins, pleased to make your acquaintance,� he said. He nodded to the
woman.
�The pleasure was all mine,� Miss Dumpkins answered. She smiled.
�Including the little present you left imprinted on my backside and inside
it as well.�
�I�ll be going now,� Doctor Johns said. He was going to insult the
girls� ages again but Gwen lifted the cane menacingly. He darted past her,
she swished it, struck again.
�God DAMN! Little 10-year-old whore!� Doctor Johns said. He
grabbed the handle on the exam room door and turned it.
�I�m not 10-years-old, I�m 12!� Gwen announced. She was about to
chase after him but Miss Dumpkins but a hand to her shoulder.
�Don�t dear, let him go,� Miss Dumpkins said. �It�s time for your
pony ride.�
Gwen shivered. She let the cane fall from her hands. Doctor Johns,
apparently interested only in his own pleasure, and reasonably satisfied,
closed the door behind him. Greg was glad. He could handle three women.
He wasn�t sure he could handle the less-than-predictable Doctor Johns.
When the door had closed Miss Dumpkins stood a moment, waiting,
stroking and pulling at Gwen�s pony tails with her fingers. Then she went
to the door and locked it from the inside.
Miss Dumpkins turned and looked frankly at Greg. �Poor boy, you�ve
suffered so much,� she said. She walked over to him, drawing a shivering
Gwen along with her as she went. She stood over his head, gazed down
into his face. Greg thought she was going to kiss him. He watched the
fruit of her breasts jiggling slightly beside his head. �Should we do this
here?� she asked frankly.
�Huh?� Greg asked.
�I don�t entirely trust Doctor Johns,� she said. �He could report us.
Should we stay, or go?�
�Cum!� Gwen said, putting a hand to her pussy.
�Mmmm,� Tabitha agreed. She nodded her head and, quite casually,
put a finger to her cunt and diddled it within the lips.
�Girls, I know you�re wet and your little cunts are hungry,� Miss
Dumpkins said. �But It�s too risky to stay here now. We must go
someplace else for your denoument.�
�But where?� Gwen asked frankly. �My parents are both home.� She
kept fingering herself, hoping for immediate pleasure.
�I don�t know... let me think,� Miss Dumpkins said. �My boyfriend�s
staying in my apartment. He�s a jealous sort. He�d beat me if he knew I
had another man in my life.� She smiled at Greg. �That�s why I like him.�
�My mom�s home,� Tabitha said. She looked at Greg. �How about
your place?�
�Um, no luck. I have a girlfriend and while she woulnd�t beat me
she�d never understand me porking two girls just out of puberty,� Greg
said.
�Am I out of puberty?� Gwen asked. Miss Dumpkins smiled.
�I don�t know, dear, but you�ve got a fine pair of breasts that long to
be kissed and a little puss you�d be wasting if you kept it to yourself any
longer. Hmmm, there�s a dungeon downtown. You know, a sex place. For
married couples and stuff. I don�t know if the proprietess would agree
with two, well, two �minor children� getting porked in her place. But we
could try. Otherwise,� she said, with a glance at Greg, �It�s the Holiday
Inn, and you and I, dear, had sex together when we were these girls� ages,
and we�re their parents.�
�Oh, yes. I�m sure they�d fall for that,� Greg said. �While dialing
911.�
�You never know, with me along it might work,� Miss Dumpkins said.
�Let�s try the dungeon place,� Greg said. �At least if she turns us
away she won�t report us.�
�Okay, then,� Miss Dumpkins said. �Back into your panties, girls!
And help me untie your friend here, too. I know less about knots than I
think you two do, judging from how well they�re made.�
�I�m an honor scout!� Gwen said.
�I�m sure you are, dear,� Miss Dumpkins said. �But get your panties
on first, and your skirt, in case someone knocks.�
Dressing as best they could, and with rather regretful looks on their
faces, the girls helped Miss Dumpkins free Greg.
Greg sat up. It felt great to be free. He flexed his arms, his legs. He
felt his wrists. He cast a sidelong glance at the surgical kit Tabitha had
played doctor with.
�We�ve got to wash this sperm out of our hair!� Gwen announced.
Miss Dumpkins nodded.
�What am I going to do about this?� Greg asked frankly.
�Your cock?� Miss Dumpkins said.
�It�s hard as a rock,� Greg said. He gazed down at himself. Behind
him, the girls turned on the sink and untied their hair.
�Ouch! Let me go first!� Tabitha said. �Don�t bump your head against
mine.�
�Well if someone comes in I don�t want them to see just ME with
sperm in my hair!� Gwen said.
�Well, we�ll share then, as best we can, but remember it�s MY dad�s
sink!� Tabitha warned her friend. Bumping their heads together, they
managed to both somehow alternately catch the water in their hair from
the handicapped-equipped sink. Although pubescent girls with sperm in
their hair had doubtless not been one of the handicaps the government
intended to address when mandating handicapped-equipped sinks, it was
perfect. The girls picked up a bottle of soap and squirted it on their heads.
They washed diligently. Miss Dumpkins told them to hurry.
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