Chapter 4
Kim felt absolutely wonderful. It was Tuesday, and tomorrow would be Wednesday, and Wednesday was now very important in her life. That's when she and James decided would be a good time for her appointment, Wednesday at five and Friday at four-thirty. Two days a week!
Everything was so perfect. He was a man, a real, mature man ... and not only that, a doctor! Her head had been spinning until Monday morning when she had to go to school. But even school seemed okay now that she had her secret romance going with the handsome young doctor. She inspected her body every morning and was pleased to see she was no different-physically, that is. Inside, in her mind, her heart, she was now a woman.
The smug-faced girls at school who were always bragging about what they did with their boyfriends would die with envy; they'd actually scream, if they knew. But Kim had promised Doctor Conrad, solemnly promised that she'd tell no one, not even her younger sister or best friend.
She liked that, being trusted with such a responsibility. He'd really get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out he was having sex with a sixteen-year-old girl ... woman. Of course he did say he'd deny everything and expose the reason for her original visit, say that she was doing this because he refused to treat her without parental consent. But Kim was sure he said that just to scare her, just to let her know he was the boss. He was so cute when he acted stern.
Even Jimmy seemed to notice the difference in her, the way she walked with her head held high and smiled with such contentment. He made a point of running into her in the cafeteria and asking if she'd done anything about the "problem."
"Problem? What problem?" she asked.
He looked around uneasily and shifted his feet. "You know, the thing I called you about."
A finger went to her moist lips and she pretended to think. "Let's see, oh yes! You did call me, didn't you? What was that about?"
"Dammit, Kim you know what it was about! Did you go see a doctor?"
"Why?" she innocently asked. She wanted to force him to say it, wanted to hear the words from his stinking lips.
"Aw, shit, Kim! The VD! Did you get checked out for VD?" he blurted.
"Oh!" she threw her hands in the air and laughed. "That! You silly boy, why didn't you say so in the first place?"
His face was red with fury as he insisted on knowing. "Well? Did you find out?"
Her eyes narrowed and suddenly Kim felt the wonderful power of a loved, desired, beautiful woman. "Listen to me, you filthy creep," she hissed. "I'm so clean my pussy squeaks and I doubt if you've ever had anything worse than jock-itch from your filthy underpants."
Jimmy's mouth fell open, his eyes went wide with awe. The last thing in the world he'd ever expected was to hear such language from the pristine lips of Kimberly Lewis. He was so shocked that her words didn't sink into his befuddled brain for several moments. He finally closed his mouth and sat back with a renewed sense of respect for the girl with the eternal-virgin reputation.
"How'd you figure it out?" he asked.
She stared off into space like she was being bothered by his dumb questions. "Figure out what?"
"That I was lying. That I was just trying to make you go through with the examination and the hassle with your folks."
A burning rage flared up suddenly inside Kim, she wanted to scratch and rip the bastard's eyes right from the sockets and stomp them flat on the floor. "It was simple," she said while containing the fury. "I knew you were upset because I rejected you and expected some juvenile revenge out of you."
"You rejected me?" he stammered. "That's not true. I rejected you after ... after we...."
"After we what?" she asked, while staring off again.
He leaned forward and whispered it. "After I fucked you, dammit!"
"Hah!" she scoffed. "You didn't fuck me, silly boy. I let you wet the tip of your little peter and you exploded. It takes a real man to fuck me, fuck me right."
"I don't get you," he finally said. "I think you're nuts, really nuts."
"And I think you're a childish asshole," she said, while walking away in her most mature stride.
Kim had time to go home and shower on Wednesday before the appointment. She dressed in her finest, silkiest underpants and briefest, laciest bra. Over that she wore a tight sweater and very short skirt, one which lifted up nice and high when she bent over in front of the mirror. Her fanny showed, all snug and wrapped up in pink undies; she knew James liked her rump and wanted to make sure it pleased him.
She took her mother's car after being told to be home by seven-thirty for dinner. "Sure, mom!" she called out as she danced down the driveway and sped off to her rendezvous.
Doctor James Conrad had had a hell of a day. Busy, one patient after the other. Old, wrinkled bodies and oozing sores and athletes foot and hemorrhoids. The only thing that got him through the day with a smile on his face was the five o'clock appointment. That was worth it all, the reason he had to cram his appointment schedule to make time. He wanted to have from four to five free, time to shave and brush his teeth and make his plans.
By five most of the other doctors were on their way home, even Nurse Phillips would be gone by that time. The place would be deserted except for him and his nymphet, his hungry, willing-to-learn baby-doll. And he had his lesson plan for the day all figured out by ten to five.
Kim's eagerness got her there early and she sat in the reception area for fifteen minutes staring at the blond hair and full, red lips of Nurse Phillips. She knew she was looking at a real woman, a mature female about thirty years old, one who had been around and most likely knew her stuff. The idea of some day being such a worldly and still-beautiful woman appealed to Kim; Nurse Phillips was alright.
Nurse Phillips went about her work and ignored the large-eyed stare of the little girl. It was almost five and she wanted to clear out fast, it had been a hell of a day. And that new doctor sure didn't help, having her re-adjust his appointments so he could have four to five free. Now, to beat it all, he has a five o'clock appointment show up, one that wasn't even scheduled. If he expected her to sit around and wait he had another think coming, no way. The patient goes into his office and Nurse Phillips gets her tired butt home.
She stood, it was five. "Right this way, please," she said to the child.
Kim admired the way Nurse Phillips' full, round backside filled out her crisp, white nurse uniform. The dress was of modest length, but still, ample amounts of her curving calves and the back of her knees showed with their filmy white covering of nylon hose. And she stood tall and proud and walked with such a confident step. Yes, Nurse Phillips, with her mature, experienced body, was someone to admire.
Kim found herself considering a career as a nurse when she was led into Doctor Conrad's office. Nurse Phillips smiled politely and closed the door behind her. James waited until she was gone before looking up from his papers and grinning. Kim nervously shifted her weight and smiled back; James liked her slight display of uneasiness.
"Sit down," he said.
She went to the chair and did as he instructed. Her short skirt moved up high on her soft thighs and his eyes drank in their clean loveliness. Kim squirmed and slowly crossed the legs, very slowly and very wide, so that he could have the pleasure of viewing deep under the scant cover of the skirt.
James saw the pink panties stretching around the puffy fullness of her little twat. Her mellow inner thighs and compact buns showed their untanned area of stark white against the pinkness, tender, melt-in-your-mouth flesh of such texture and softness even a kiss would leave a red mark of excitement. The panties were so tight against her crotch that he could make out the subtle bulge, then the abrupt indentation where the pussy lips beckoned hungrily against the pink satin.
The pleasure of her uneasiness was destroyed by this obvious display of herself. She was trying, in a rather juvenile way, to turn him on, and he didn't like it. James knew he would have to go to some rather far-out extremes to drive this girl's sense of propriety back to the forefront of her personality. He decided on humiliation.
His expression became stern and a tingle of excitement ran up Kim's spine. She was getting a reaction. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. "Are you trying to accomplish something by showing off your cunt like that?" he asked.
Kim swallowed. She didn't expect him to sound so offended. But she had decided during the past few days to be completely honest with the handsome doctor, to tell him anything and everything so he could properly guide her toward womanhood. She nodded as a blush came across her cheeks. "Yes...." she whispered.
"Trying to turn me on? Act worldly and free?"
Her eyes looked down at the floor and she closed her legs together. "I guess so. I'm sorry."
James was thrilled. His cock started to stiffen and bend upward in his pants. He had her going now, she was embarrassed and off her guard; if he could only keep it that way. "Well, you're not" he said. "You're making an effort but it's far short of what I like to see."
"I'm sorry," she quietly mumbled.
"I want you to take the panties off," he stated.
Her pussy fluttered with intoxication at his order, a spear of electricity tingled at her anus. She started to stand and do as he directed.
"No!" he snapped. "Stay sitting. Squirm out of them in the chair."
Kim sat back down and slowly lifted her skirt up to reach the elastic waistband of the pink undies. She felt somewhat obscene, foolish, the blush on her cheeks grew more visible. As she hooked her fingers into the waistband and started to work the panties under her abundant ass James inhaled. She was shaken, he had her on the right path; the little girl was being beautifully awkward.
She had to rise up slightly to tug the undies from under the gentle roundness of her rump before pushing them along the soft fullness of her limber thighs. When they came away from her pussy she felt the cooler air of the room wash across the slight wetness and hungry yearning of the lips. The chair was deep and had a soft cushion forcing her to lift her legs up to get the panties completely off.
James saw the wetness already glistening on her choice little box with the crown of wispy brown. She leaned forward to remove the panties from her foot, then sat back holding them, confused, not knowing what to do. The doctor held out his hand and she placed the pink ball of satin in it.
With a feeling of absolute power James let the undies drape across his hand with the crotch, the part which snuggled so tight against her pussy, stretched out on his palm. He held them there where she could see and gave her another order. "Now cross your legs. Now try to turn me on."
Kim gulped. Her fanny felt hot, sweaty; she knew she was juicing up fast and he'd see everything. She didn't want him to treat her this way, to try and make her feel dumb, but he had to know what he was doing, she had to trust him. Slowly she drew one leg up and bent it across the other. Her cunt was exposed to his view and she couldn't look him in the face.
"Real nice," he said. "Now that's a beaver shot.
Your pink pussy is sitting there like a little begging puppy asking for a bone from the master."
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to...."
"Quiet!" he snapped. "Just do as I say and don't concern yourself with anything else."
"Yessir."
"Now jack off."
"What?" her eyes came to his with an expression of wide surprise and confusion.
"You've masturbated before, haven't you?"
"Uh ... uh ... oh, why are you doing this to me?" she asked with a shrill cry.
He grinned, she was really going now. "Whatever I do is for your own good, Kim. Now tell me, have you ever masturbated?"
She closed her mouth and nodded.
"Don't nod, tell me."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what?"
Her answer was a whimper. "Yes ... I've masturbated."
"Good. Now do it right there, show me how you jack your cunt off."
Tears built in her brown eyes as she speared a finger between the lips of her twat and started rubbing, worked the pinkness into a yearning red sea of juice-oozing tissue. She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling as the finger inflamed her hole, as she felt herself moving closer and closer to the orgasm he wanted.
"Hook your legs over the arms of the chair," he said. "Open yourself way apart so I can see it all."
She did as he instructed and like the petals of an early spring tulip the legs parted to exhibit the delicate interior. Her fingertip was stroking the nub of her clitoris; the glazed, hot lips of her twat hung below like gasping guardians of the pleasures inside the cavity. Kim felt totally humiliated but refused to disobey. It was pleasure, it felt good to subject herself to his cruel orders.
"Now look at me," he said.
That was the hardest thing for her to do, to meet his grey eyes with her own while she sat there playing with herself. But it was an order, and she forced herself to stare at him. She saw he was near the point of laughing at her, really making a fool out of her, turning the whole thing into some obscene joke all at her expense.
The tears broke from her helpless eyes and she moaned, "Please, please, don't laugh at me."
"I want to see your ass jerking around with a climax," he said. "Make yourself forget I'm here." He knew she could never do that and the more she tried the more foolish she'd feel.
She was briskly stroking herself. Splattering rivulets of wet dew were dripping from the assaulted box to drain down the cheeks of her ass and collect on the chair cushion. But her eyes never left his as they rained with tears and displayed all the fear and inexperience James could hope for.
As her hips started to grind and twist uncontrollably and she gasped for each deep breath James performed the coup de grace. He brought the crotch of the panties to his face and sniffed; a tremble overtook her mellow-cheeked face as she watched. Then he licked his tongue across the satin.
"Ohhhhh...." she whimpered as she watched him suck the pink crotch of her panties into his mouth and drain saliva through the material to drink away the tastes of her body.
A climax cracked through the lithe limbs of her exposed body like high voltage rips of electricity.
The legs kicked spasmodically across their perch of chair arms, her ass lifted up and jammed the singing pussy forward into the blurring hand, and she whipped her head from side to side and sent the long brown hair into a whirlwind of beauty.
"Ohhhhhh ... Ahhhhhhhh...." she sighed through clenched white teeth. But her eyes never once left the panty-sucking mouth of the handsome-doctor.
James drenched the crotch of the undies with his spit until the slight flavor of her pussy flooded his taste buds. And he watched with total pleasure the lifting heave of her tight ass and finger-filled pussy. She was a wildcat, one of the most easily aroused females he'd ever seen.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
She blinked, it looked like tears were again about to flow as she responded in a meek voice, "Yes."
"Good. Now get on your hands and knees like a little kitten, Kim. And purr."
"Huh?" she was dumbfounded.
"You heard me! Now do as I say!" James snapped with loud, commanding tones.
Kim's eyes spilled the tears as she silently slid from the chair to her hands and knees. He sat behind the desk and looked at the silly sight, her long hair hanging alongside her head, the full expanse of rear thigh with the tender folds of her buttocks just visible. "Now purr, Kim, purr like a kitty."
A tremble shook her as she swallowed and let out a soft, low purr. "Very good," James said. "Now crawl around my desk to me. Crawl to your master like a good kitty."
She crawled on hands and knees around the desk as the tears from her blurred eyes dripped onto the carpet. She had no idea why he was doing this, why he was treating her so badly. Kim wanted to stop and ask him why, wanted to demand an explanation, but she knew he'd only get angry and say things to make her feel even more insignificant.
As she reached the foot of his chair James said, "Stop."
Kim held still and slowly looked up at his looming, relaxed form. He was grinning at her, smug, pleased with her performance. "Now reach up to my zipper and open my pants, Kim. I want you to take my cock out and suck it."
Her arms felt so weak she almost fell forward. Suck his cock? She whimpered and quickly looked away, the idea of doing such a thing seemed horrendous to her. She knew people did such things with each other, in fact he'd used his mouth on her the other day, but to do it like this, dressed, on her hands and knees like a scullery maid, seemed obscene, perverted.
James saw the shock on her face and knew exactly what she was thinking. He had her going full steam now; she'd come here expecting to get laid, probably dreaming of some romantic entanglement on a bed with soft lights and classical music. Well, so much for her ambitious plans, she was now acting her age and he loved it.
"Did you hear me?" he asked.
She nodded, then asked, "Why?"
He smiled. "Because I like my cock sucked, that's why. And you want to learn about sex. So start sucking it, little girl."
She felt so small, so insignificant as she reached up with a trembling hand and found his zipper. The large knob of his swollen pecker was easily detected as it brushed against her wrist. She pulled down on the zipper and saw the white of his underpants inside. Suddenly she pulled her hand away and covered her mouth as a full-bodied retch lashed through her stomach.
James gave her time to recover, then said, "Come on, Kim, show me what you're capable of."
The words were meant in jest, but they were fatal words. Kim drew a deep breath and thought them over. He'd goofed, he'd challenged her to defy his nasty treatment, to take it and love it ... like a real woman would. Her head snapped up and she sniffed; then with a loud purring sound she reached up to the cotton of his underpants and dug inside.
She knew his cock was big, but she had never held one before. It was massive, a mammoth shaft so large she couldn't believe it was ever inside the pants. Her thin fingers clamped around the hard base, squeezed, felt the pulsating heat and smooth, muscular skin. And the head, it was like the end of a shovel, the top of an asparagus, a swollen helmet like they wear in the army ... a crash helmet!
"Stroke it if you're curious," he sighed. "But not for long, I want to feel your mouth on it pretty fast."
His words were barely heard by her through the wondrous fascination bubbling in her brain. It was gorgeous, stupendous, a pillar as beautiful as any that ever held up the Roman coliseum. Her hand moved up and down softly to explore the alluring trunk, and she realized just how much pleasure it would give her to run her mouth against it, to lick it, to kiss and suck it. Kim now understood why women took cocks in their mouths.
Kim's nose picked up the human aroma of the meaty rod and it made her senses reel with a confusion of repulsion and desire. Her mouth hung suspended over the pointed head in a moment of hesitation. Then her mouth started to water and she knew she had to taste it, had to have it filling her lips with the lustful flavor.
Her mouth opened wide and she brought it down in one move. Even completely open, her lips were unable to encompass the whole pulpy head; she had to push and force it inside. It filled her mouth and pressed against her tongue to drive it back and up. The slick, saline taste made her lips tingle and drew more of the flowing saliva from her glands.
James loved it, he had himself his own sucking machine, a frightened little kitty to lap at his milk stick. He was proud of the way he'd reversed the false air of eagerness she'd shown last week. Now she was sixteen again, experiencing things she never knew existed. And best of all his humiliation brought forth a true and silent obedience; that was nice.
Kim drew up and let her lips slide around and off the glans before pushing back down again. It felt so good, so soft and smooth sliding into her mouth like that. She tried to compare it to when he put it in her cunt ... this was different, and it did offer several things she didn't experience down there, like the feel of the cock, the wonderful detail of the head and slick skin. In her pussy all she felt was the filling, stuffing size. Now she knew exactly what a cock was.
Her tongue wrapped around the glans and explored the underside of the flare. Then she touched the tip where the tiny hole was. In her desire to see just how much she could take she pushed down hard and felt her mouth fill to the point of choking, and still only the upper fourth was inside.
James saw her experimenting, her growing eagerness, her lack of hesitancy, and didn't like it. He rested his hands on the back of her head, softly at first. Then suddenly he grabbed handfuls of the shining hair and pushed her face down. His cock slid deep, all the way to the point she had sucked it to. Then he pulled up and it slid to the front of her mouth, and pushed back down, then up, then down.
He could feel her struggling, gasping lips trying to resist, trying to cry out for mercy.
Kim was helpless. His hands were tearing at her hair and he was bobbing her head up and down with rapid, fierce strokes. The cock was slamming in and out, fucking her mouth, leaving her little time for pleasure and exploration. Then he pushed down harder than ever before and the broad head hit the back of her throat.
She twisted her shoulders and pulled away as best she could when the gag started choking her. She thought she was going to die, to smother, to throw up, but he lifted her head away and she was once again able to breathe.
"Breathe through your nose," he said. "And relax your throat, because it's going down there, Kim ... all the way down."
"No ... please...." she moaned. But he pushed down on her head and she felt the cock rigidly pressing at her lips. She held them tight to refuse the entry, but it was useless; he jerked up with his hips and speared the stout shaft inside. She tried to remember his words ... relax ... breathe through the nose....
The filling cock kept coming and stuffing into her soft, wet throat; again she gagged, and he lifted her up slightly ... only enough to get a breath of air to her lungs through the nose. Then he pushed down violently on her head and Kim felt her tender throat expand with the digging cock.
James was on top of the world; she was grabbing at his ass with her drowning hands, probably didn't even know it, getting her mouth fucked completely by his long, happy cock. She had to strain up to her feet and bend awkwardly down as he fed her like a seagull, just kept stuffing the stick down her throat. The new position straightened the passage and relieved her pain, plus it caused her skirt to ride up nice and high.
Once his cock was totally in her mouth and her dainty nose was buried in his pubic hair, James let go. She slowly pulled up and drew her tear-streaked face from his crotch. With a quivering red lip she asked, "Why did you do that?" A sob enveloped her whole peach-complected face.
"Because that's the way you suck cock," he said. "Now get back down there and do it without my help." j "I don't think I want to!" she cried. "You're being mean and cruel! Why?"
He grinned. "Because that's what you need."
She spun on her heels to leave as she moaned, "Nooooo ... not like this! I'm going!"
He caught the rear of her skirt with his hand and held tight while hissing, "You walk out on me now and you know what will happen? You'll regret it the rest of your life."
"But you're being mean!" she whimpered.
"You came here voluntarily today. You came here to learn and I'm teaching you. But you're acting like a snot-nosed baby! If you can't take it, go! Get your juvenile ass out of my sight! I'll just mail your records to your home!"
She turned around and faced him. "Please...."
"Bend back down and show me how well you can suck my cock, Kim. Take the whole thing inside your throat ... I showed you it could be done, now do it like a real woman."
Kim's sobs stopped and she slowly bent over. James kept his hands from her head and watched as her pink, soft lips once again sucked tight around his burning pecker. She took it inside in small, grabbing gulps until it reached her throat. She paused, inhaled, plunged down and engulfed it. James beamed.
He reached back to her fanny and lifted the skirt away. The bend of her ass left it in the perfect position for him to slide his fingers deep into the crack. He pressed a finger into her cunt and felt the melting heat and hard cord of the clitoris. She was very aroused, fully wet, close to another climax already.
Kim liked it better without his hands on her head. At least she could now draw up when she needed air, she could wrap her wet tongue around the plunging rod and feel it glide like a well-oiled piston. After a few self-initiated plunges she even began to enjoy the stretching warmth deep in her throat.
James worked at her cunt until she was starting to tremble and leak freely. Her head was bobbing with a steady pace on his cock and it felt damned good, terrific. She was sucking it eagerly, happily, taking it all in stride. That was a bad sign, the girl had put up a little fight, but now he'd have to fight to get her away from it. Now was the time for the added surprise.
Kim was so close to climaxing that she had to pump faster on the cock to accommodate her gasping lungs. She slammed down and held, then pulled up, gasped, slammed back down. It was working well, she grew hotter and hotter with each plunge. Then she felt the finger shoving inside her anus.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned on her mouthful of sliding cock.
But it was too late, he'd caught her totally unprepared and had his finger buried deep inside the screaming pinch of her pink asshole. She tried to pull up, but his other hand came down hard to hold her in position; the finger twisted, threw her hind end into flashes of howling panic.
"Ummmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhh!" she protested. Then the orgasm hit her body like a flood of hot milk. She was swept away with thousands of exploding sensations in her body. Her anus clamped tight on his finger, her lips sucked hungrily at his cock, she pushed her ass back for more and her head down until no more cock was left out, while the rest of her body shuddered around the creaming, leaking pussy which held nothing.
James loved the way she struggled forward when the finger dug into the tenderness of her anus. It only caused more of his cock to shove into her throat. Then she tried to back away and only got more finger. Then, when the orgasm hit, she wanted more in each end.
His cock was throbbing with compressed pressure. He was so damned close he knew she'd have her throat coated with jism in less than two strokes. He gave his finger the fiercest jab yet, made sure it hurt by bending it into the sensitive tissues of her rectum.
"Uggghhhhhmmmmmm," she moaned. His cock blew up in her mouth. Kim was suddenly choking, gagging, gasping over the thick spurts of white glue he creamed into her sucking throat. She tried to lift away and felt the hand; he didn't have to push down, she did it herself.
Then the taste and temperature of the steaming jism filled her lips and gums and nose. The cock issued another gush and it started to drool from her lips ... but it was great. Her eyes went wide and she inhaled through her nose before sucking up hard to draw the invigorating paste deep inside where it felt so creamy and hot and tasty.
James thought she'd revolt and scream. But she was lapping at his spewing pecker like a thirsty animal, kissing the jobs of running sperm, licking it up, sucking it down her throat and humming ... no, purring! Purring like a kitten at a warm bowl of milk!
Kim wallowed in the smeared, sticky jism. It dripped from her lips and the tip of her nose. Some trailed off her chin. Her mouth sucked up and down the draining pecker to get it all, every speck of the beautiful treat.
She finally lifted away from his cock and licked down to grab at the adhering splatters in his pubic hair. Then she used her fingers to steer the overflow from her chin and cheeks into the gulping lapping suction of her drinking mouth. James was silent, awed, and upset, but the final blow came as she made her last grateful swallow, and another climax shuddered through her body.