Chapter 6
Doctor James Conrad was running out of material. During the days before Kim's next visit he strained his imagination to come up with something so incomprehensible to her quick mind that it would at least stun her into a state of confused naivete long enough for him to really enjoy himself.
But what? What could shame her so thoroughly? He went to the bookstore one evening and bought several erotic novels. They were interesting, especially when it came to feats of athletic endurance and easily obtained sexual partners. But none of them offered the solution to his particular problem; in fact, none were concerned at all with methods of dampening a female's voracious sexual appetite and lust for more.
He began to realize just how different, and impossible, his desires were. Do I want a perpetual virgin? he asked himself. Am I destined to have to find a new girl of innocence each time I want real sexual satisfaction? The questions still buzzed in his mind as he went into the X-rated movie theater.
The film was about a young virgin and the nineteen or twenty men she succumbs to. But each time she displayed the same sweet innocence and virtuous expression. However James saw through it; she was a fake, something worse than a whore who says she loves you the best. Even as the girl was being plowed in the ass by one stud, in the cunt by another, down the throat by a third as a fourth sat in the wings beating his cock, she made whimpering moans like it was her first time. But that cock-gulping asshole grabbed for it like a money-lender's fist, and the emit never resisted. The mouth only paused to let out groans between slurps and sucks.
He considered chains and whips and voodoo masks, but figured she'd take it all as some thrilling game. The thought of reversing it, having her beat him, crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. No, he didn't need that. His head hung low with depressed gloom and he was about to give up his dream when he saw the answer in the store window.
Obscene, horrendous, something no female would ever admit to owning or using. He bought two and plenty of batteries. They were large, pink, hard and plastic ... almost duplicates of his own shaft, but much more stream-lined. The girl on the box was pictured with the pink vibrator point massaging her neck. James chuckled. It would be like scratching your back with one finger ... no, these were designed for inside work.
Kim was also aware of her great advancement in sex. Her warm pussy no longer burned with curious lust; now it was a fire of experience and knowledge. She knew what if felt like and why so many people would do anything for it. But she had also sucked on a man, taken his long stick right down her throat; that was extra points on the sexual prowess charts.
If the girls at school ever had any idea that she sucked one it would be unbelievable! Some would retch, others would call her a liar, but they'd all eventually ask the same question, "How was it? What was it like?"
She hugged herself in her warm bed on Wednesday morning and pretended to answer. "Oh, it was okay. But nothing compared to getting it in the ass."
She giggled to herself; they'd die! She could imagine the admiration she'd command from them, a girl who has had it everywhere! All three holes and still lives to tell about it! She stretched and felt her nipples budding up with excitement. If only she had someone to confide in, someone to share her wonderful feelings and stories with. But no, she had promised.
Jan, her younger sister, was curious when she picked her up last Friday, but Kim kept silent. "I just went to see a friend," she finally said.
"Oh?" Jan's freckled nose crinkled. "A guy?"
"None of your business."
"Come on, you can tell me. Some guy who works there?" she persisted.
"I promised not to tell," Kim finally said. Now it was Wednesday and she was on her way to see the handsome doctor again. She recalled telling him she loved him when she left last time. He was sweet and kind as she was going, she knew he had some love for her deep in his heart. He was just having a difficult time telling her. After all, she must remember that she was only sixteen and he a grown adult.
As she came nearer and nearer the medical center she wondered what new things he had dreamt up for her to do. Each time he came up with something shocking, something she would never even think of doing. That's what she liked, the suspense, the worry, the fear of the unknown. It was a true test of her devotion and Kim was determined not to fail him.
James worked on his plan and it kept getting more and more elaborate. He was desperate; yes, the vibrators might embarrass her, but for how long? He went back to the same store and studied the various gadgets they offered for sale. He bought a prophylactic which looked like a creature from the deepest depth of the ocean. It was bright blue and covered with wiggling little spines of hard rubber from top to bottom. This was no French Tickler, it was a full scrub brush designed to drive any cunt insane.
They had artificial vaginas too and he toyed with the idea of strapping one across her mouth, but dismissed it. Too expensive, and the cunt she had was more than adequate. But something did appeal to him at the last minute, a tube of Sauve. It was a desensitizing cream for use by men, smear it on and your cock gets numb. A hard-on can then last much longer.
And something that works for the goose should work for the gander. He stopped at the supermarket and bought cans of instant whipped cream, a jar of maraschino cherries, chopped nuts. James was going to have himself a lot of fun, whether she responded the way he wanted or not.
Kim was early again and sat watching the graceful moves of Nurse Phillips. She secretly wondered if the nurse was getting suspicious. After all, Kim was coming rather frequently, it could be something to wonder about. But the nurse seemed preoccupied with her work and hardly paid any attention at all to Kim.
The nurse disappeared for a few moments, and when she returned she smiled at Kim. "Follow me, please," she said.
"Yes, ma'm," Kim answered. As she followed Miss Philips down the corridor Kim asked, "Does it take long to become a nurse?"
Nurse Phillips smiled, "A few years. Why?"
"Oh, I've been thinking about becoming one," Kim said. "I bet it's a good job."
"I like it," Phillips said. "There are some very good nursing schools I can give you the names of if you're interested."
"Oh? Wonderful, I'd like that."
"Next time you come I'll have them for you." Miss Phillips said as she opened the door to Doctor Conrad's office.
James was at his desk as usual, staring down at papers. He looked up and nodded to Kim, then said to Nurse Phillips, "That's all, Nurse...."
"Yes, I know. I can go home now," Miss Phillips interrupted. With an amused wink at Kim, she closed the door.
Kim watched James stare at his papers and waited. When he looked up she said, "Hi. I'm here."
"I see you, Kim. Get naked."
"Uh...." She was caught off guard. Already he had her on the defensive and the melting look of shyness invaded her eyes. "Okay," she quietly answered, and started for the screen.
"No, right there where I can watch."
"Yessir."
Watching her strip was perhaps the most enjoyable part of his experiences with her, James figured. It was because it always came first, while she was still uneasy and not quite comfortable in the sterile office surroundings. Also, it came before he touched her, before her sexual juices were aroused and she was completely oblivious to his hungry stares.
But now, as she unbuttoned her blouse, she was fully aware of his eyes on her, of his distant position and analytical attitude. Kim opened the blouse and shook it off her shoulders; then she removed her white bra. The firm, jostling meat of the large, high breasts with their succulent pink nipples rocked back and forth as she placed the clothing on the chair. James inhaled. The tits were massive beauties, soft, white, tender.
She removed her shoes and socks, then started to unzip her short skirt. Kim felt like she was standing before an audience of a hundred men, a stripper on a stage, an object designed for nothing more than excitement and arousal. The feeling didn't bother her, though; in fact, she was beginning to enjoy it.
He stared at the stretching-full seat of her white panties, at the way each round cheek of her ass pressed out to fill the satin briefs almost to the point of invisibility. The shadowed, deep crevice of her ass was easily detected, mysterious, inviting. Kim gave her rump a twist and thrust it back while daintily hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband.
He felt the anger rising in him. His pulse started to pound with fury. The little bitch was teasing him, swinging her little ass before his face like some bar-room broad, like a female dog in heat. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered the undies halfway down her ass until the upper part of the crack was exposed. Then her body swayed and she turned to face him. The panties just covered her brown pubic hair, a mischievous, aroused smile on her tender face ... and not one sign of innocence.
James clenched his fists under the desk and held the anger inside as her antics continued. Kim pressed her slender, flat-bellied hips forward, the mound of her crotch and hair pushed out against the panties as she slowly rolled them lower and lower. The wisping brown hair, then the puffy flesh of her cunt, finally the pink lips with a few glistening sparkles of already dripping juice were all stripped bare.
Kim felt wonderfully wicked. She knew she was acting like a brazen whore, but it was fun. He'd see she was just fooling around and enjoy it too. Only harmless-fun. The panties were rolled down her sleek, firm legs and again she kicked them into the air. They missed the chair and landed on Doctor Conrad's desk. He looked down at the empty pile of satin, then back up at her totally bare body.
She stood there, realizing she had gone too far, her arms straight down at her side, the firm melon-like breasts jutting directly out from her chest. The flatness of her belly, the curving hips, the smooth, long legs were all motionless as James leaned way back in his chair and said, "Slut."
Kim's eyes went wide. He meant it. He wasn't kidding. She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Then, with a soft gasp, she felt the swelling in her throat, the pressure of tears building up to her eyes.
James loved it. That was what he wanted, to have the young beauty on the verge of crying, at the breaking point, balanced between the confidence of womanhood and the insecurity of her real age.
"I was just playing," she meekly said.
He wanted to fuck her right then, while she looked like a trapped lamb, helpless, scared. But he knew it would dissolve as soon as she felt the reassurance of his plunging cock. James opened his desk drawer and took out one of the vibrators. "Play with this," he said, placing it on his desk.
The pink pillar of plastic looked like a rocket ship as it balanced on the flat bottom end in front of her wide-eyed gaze. Kim's mouth dropped open; slowly she closed it. The thing was like a sleek, headless cock. "What is it?" she asked.
James smiled, "Come on, Kim, you're not that stupid," he said. "It's a vibrator, a fake cock for you to fuck."
"That's...." she stammered.
"Pick it up," James said.
"No ... please...." she whined.
His pulse was ripping through his veins. The vibrator was making her cheeks turn pink with discomfort; it was obscene, distasteful, awful to her. "I said pick it up, Kim!" he snapped.
With a childish whimper Kim reached forward and lifted the long rod by the head. He could see she was aghast at the size, the lifeless ugliness, the embarrassing purpose. She held it out at arm's length like it was a stick of dynamite.
"Turn the end."
Holding it in one hand, she twisted the bottom with the other. The pink cock hummed and vibrated with the force of new alkaline batteries. It seemed to make her arms shiver; the tips of her tits bounced up and down as the vibrations carried throughout her torso. She gulped. She knew he was going to make her use it, make her slide it inside herself....make her climax on a pink plastic vibrating cock.
"Now he down on the floor, Kim," he said with an even voice.
Her eyes were wet, tears streaked down the mellow flesh of her soft cheeks as she pleaded, "Please ... Not this. No, I don't want this...."
"Get on the floor!"
Her chest heaved with a deep, shuddering breath. He saw a moment of defiance in her eyes, then it melted and she eased her nude, slender body down to the carpet. James got up and walked to her side; he looked down at her meek, helpless face. She seemed ten years old, frightened, appalled by what he was making her do. He loved it.
"Spread your legs. Spread them open."
Kim's eyes closed and pinched at the running tears. Her legs moved apart and James viewed the pink snatch, the red, tight lips, the folded meat of her haughty rump. She was holding the vibrator in both hands, hugging it against her stomach; ripples traveled up her body to make the breasts jiggle like upset gelatin mounds with delicious fruit tips.
"That's right, Kim. You're doing fine. Now press the end of the vibrator down on your nipples, make your tits really go wild, make them happy."
Her eyes opened, and she begged, "Please, please, no ... Why do you make me do these things?"
"Have I made you do anything you didn't eventually enjoy?" he asked.
She sniffed. "No," she quietly answered. "Then do as I say."
The pointed vibrator moved up to her breasts and pressed into the meaty base of one to send it into a flurry of bounces. The jiggling nipple started instantly to draw together as the machine climbed the meaty mountain. It poked into the succulent flesh of the nipple and sent spasms of constant motion throughout the whole breast. Kim's mouth closed and she took a deep breath; the buzzing cock was making her whole breast boil with thrills.
James went to his desk and withdrew the second vibrator. He turned it on and placed it in her other hand. "Do the same with this one," he said.
Kim pressed the artificial cock into her meaty tit. Now they were both shaking around the stabbing points, rumbling with avalanches of churning excitement. She could feel the vibrations as far down as her belly and all up along her neck. They were insistent, non-stop, relaxing and arousing.
James grabbed the rest of his gadgets and went to the floor between her legs. First, the desensitizing cream. He squeezed it out in a large gob onto his fingers, then pressed them up into the warm skin of her pussy. Kim's legs opened wider, she lifted her hips up as his hands drove further pleasure into her already hungry body.
He smeared it deep and thick, then removed his fingers. The excess goop dribbled from the bottom of her crack. He stood up and quickly undressed as she lay below him, her hips started to twist; she was breathing hard and her face showed wonderful signs of uncontained humiliation.
His cock was hard, hot, eager as it pronged out under his stomach. Kim peeked up and saw thes looming shaft, the real thing, one of flesh and blood, not plastic and batteries. She hoped he would put it in her, make her body respond hotly to it rather than the ugly instruments in her hands.
James kneeled down at her feet and observed the juicy flow from her cunt. It was so firm, so sparsely -haired, so young. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and shook it well before moving the plastic exhaust tip down to the lips of the sweet cunt. With a blast of gas and fluffy white whipped cream he filled the slit and chasm beyond.
James was disappointed. It wouldn't stay inside. He moved the can up to her belly and made his initials. Kim saw what he was doing, the fluffed cream, the happy grin on his sweaty face. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, not knowing what to think.
He covered her tits with mounds of white until they looked like French pastries with vibrators buried inside. The whipped cream was nice but it didn't perform as he wanted; he wanted to fill her cunt and asshole with it but the stuff just streamed back out. It was a good idea, but ineffective. He put the can down and grabbed one vibrator from her hand.
Kim went stiff, she knew where he'd put it. The tip trailed down her belly, into the navel, back out and lower. She strained to keep herself from reacting, prayed it wouldn't make her climax. No, she didn't want that.
James pointed the thing into the red lips of her cunt and eased it inside slightly. Her pussy tissues yawned wide apart around the fat shaft; they strained into a thin line of gulping red. He pushed it deep with a steady pressure and Kim felt the violent tremors take over possession of her body.
Her ears tingled, her toes jiggled, everything in between was vibrating without stop. Shafts of heated excitement crashed inside her torso, but for some reason her pussy wasn't as aroused as she expected. It felt the stretching shaft, it hugged it helplessly and fully, but the usually uncontrollable heights of joy in her sensitive cunt were gone.
James shoved the vibrator so deep she grimaced with pain and tried to pull away; he hit her pelvic bone. He released the end and watched as the muscles of her shaking cunt slowly expelled the pink intruder. He pushed it back inside and let it ease back out again. Even with the desensitizing cream her vagina was reacting. Rivers of juice flowed from her, carrying traces of whipped cream and the numbing Sauve.
He knew it would be only a matter of minutes before her draining twat rinsed everything out and the usually over-sensitive hole would start to crack with fire. He grabbed the second vibrator from her hand, then moved the empty hand down to hold the cock inside.
Kim obeyed. She wanted to scream with anguish, he was being so filthy, using her like some kind of experimental lab animal. But it was starting to feel good, very good. She just couldn't understand why he needed to play such games, why he didn't satisfy himself with fucking her in the normal manner.
"Ahhhhhh!" she screeched as she felt the tip of the second vibrator at her asshole. "Please! No! No! Don't!"
James shoved the pointed end into the straining, fighting muscle of her ass. But Kim's hips were flaying from side to side, she clamped her legs together and struggled away. The vibrator buried in her cunt hummed steadily when she pulled her legs together it hurt as her cunt compressed tight around it.
"No!" she cried.
James shoved her kicking legs apart, but she only clamped them back together. Then Kim suddenly sat up and whipped her hand out in a last effort to preserve her dignity. She slapped him across the face. Doctor Conrad was stunned for a second before his hand cracked across the soft flesh of her protesting face.
"Ahhh!" she howled. Her head jerked back and she almost fell flat on her back. Panic, fear, shock flashed in her brown, wet eyes.
James felt a surge of power in his body. She was fighting him, even striking out; her deeply held sense of juvenile propriety was tremendously offended. He shoved the legs wide apart and watched as the folds of her meaty ass separated, but the anus was too low. James pushed her legs up and back until they crushed down toward her shoulders.
He had had her in this position before. "Grab your legs," he ordered.
Kim's face was stinging with pain from his slap, but she was more bothered by her own actions. She'd actually slapped him, struck him first, lost control. She knew her impulsiveness was juvenile, stupid, the fact that he only slapped her back was deserved punishment, but not enough. Guilt flooded her; she'd slapped the man she loved, she showed she wasn't capable of complete sexual expression or activity.
Kim grabbed her legs and pulled them tight against herself. The knees mushed into her tits and squashed them out to the sides. She felt the second vibrator nudging down to the exposed crack of her ass, down to touch against her tense, trembling hole. She inhaled and held it, tried to relax and let herself be loose. It was her only way of apologizing.
James didn't want any apology, he wanted to see more of the girlishness in her eyes, he wanted more proof that he finally had her at the point of breaking. If she revolted he would know exactly what to do each time he desired the freshness of inexperience. He gave the vibrator a stabbing shove.
"Auuuuuugh!" she groaned, as it burrowed straight up her ass and riveted into the super-delicate tissues.
He saw how she strained to hold the legs from kicking out, how the area of flesh around her asshole went pale with pain, how her eyes strained shut and tears immediately flooded out. James put his palm against the end of the vibrator and pushed until it was totally imbedded inside her throbbing rectum.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhh! It hurts!" she cried with pain.
He pushed his hand against the vibrator half-lodged in her twat and gave that a shove. When both buzzing machines were swallowed by her holes Kim felt like she was a tooth with the dentist's drill boring deep inside. Her whole body hummed and ached in time to the steady vibrations.
The desensitizing cream was gone, her cunt walls were thrashing violently, the anal canal was one constant throbbing ache, and her nipples screamed like they were in a vise. With a howl her mouth flew open, the hips hoisted up, and she arched her back high over the floor. Floods of sweat beaded on her face and belly.
"Ooooooooh! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhh...."
James was overjoyed as he watched her writhing between pain and the complete release of pleasure. The beauty of her thrashing body with the buried cocks was something to behold as the agonized cries of childish fear came from her mouth.
As her climax started he released the pressure on the vibrators and watched them start to slide from her cramped holes. He knew what she'd do. Kim's hands went down fast to cram them back inside. To keep them where they provided the most pleasure.
James crawled up to her head and wrapped his hand around the pounding base of his hard cock. He stroked fast; her eyes opened. With a pleased cry she lifted up, opened her mouth, threw her face at his cock and lashed her tongue across the splendid meat. He was stunned by her famished mouth as it collapsed lustfully over the cockhead and started sucking.
She wanted even more! Her cunt and ass were stuffed and now she wanted her mouth filled! James felt a scream starting in his own throat; the face was no longer innocent and afraid, it was a driving, lust-filled face of animal passions as it burrowed down deep on his howling cock.
He shoved her hands away from the plastic-packed crotch and the vibrators slipped slowly from her cunt and anus. Then James pushed her head away from his cock and rolled on top of her warm, still-humping body. His anger was so intense, so near the breaking point he only knew of one way to vent it. Fuck her! Slam his cock so hard and so brutally inside her that she screamed for him to stop.
Kim threw her cunt up at him, thrills of anticipation shuddering in her guts as she saw he was going to put the beautiful cock into her aching twat. That's what she wanted, that's the best way, a real cock from a real man. A flesh and blood pecker to drive her box insane with joy.
James heaved his hips down and felt his long stick cut between the hugging walls of her moist, juice-gushing cunt. She blasted up at the same time and their bodies merged together. Each time he pounded down she heaved up and twisted. Her hips were moving faster than his, drinking from him, whipping his cock into a frenzy of pulsating nerves.
Damn! Damn! Damn! James screamed inside as he faced his defeat. She was smiling, humping, fucking back at him like a totally unashamed professional. And, worst of all, it was working. His pecker head felt twice the normal size as it scraped up and down the shuddering muscles of her cunt. He was going to climax inside her, cream his guts into hers without the added pleasure of her innocent eyes.
"Come on, come on!" she sighed. "You make me feel so good! I love it! I love your cock! Do it hard and deep!"
"Shut up!" he screamed.
She didn't hear him, her head was whipping from side to side and the words were rolling from her gasping lips. "Cream inside my pussy! Fill me up with sperm!"
"Shut up!" he howled as his cock did just what she cried for. With an abrupt lunge his hips were glued to hers and the imbedded cock pumped its molten fury deep inside her writhing, sucking box.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes! I feel it!" Her mouth slammed shut as another climax wracked her into senseless twists.
James hugged his arms around her and held tight. He tried to squeeze her thrashing body until it popped, but she only loved it. His pecker made vomiting lunge after lunge into the whirlpool of her glorying hole until it was drained of every last drop of the prized fluid.
His fury was still there, though. The orgasm only put it off. James was determined somehow to destroy the overwhelming pleasure she obtained even from the most insulting things he could think of. He had one last idea, one last thing which might shake her off-balance.
He wanted to wait for the right time. After pulling his spent, jism-dripping cock from her still-lifting cunt, he lay on his back. She followed like a famished animal and instantly started ticking the silver splashes and spots of sperm dripping from his balls, cock and pubic hair.
James relaxed and stared at the ceiling while feeling her nimble tongue lapping along his softening pecker, her teeth straining his thick crotch hair, the lips sucking his balls inside and scrubbing them clean, finally the soft tip of her tongue sliding inside his anus to scoop and massage.
"Kim," he finally said.
"Yes, James?" she said after her tongue stopped licking.
"Next time we meet I want you to bring something."
She laid her nude, calmly breathing body next to his and snuggled contentedly up next to him. Her breasts squashed against his chest, she seemed to purr her answer. "Okay. What do you want me to bring?"
"A very important addition to our pleasure. It will enable us to go much further in our field of sexual enjoyment."
"Gee, I think we've gone pretty far. How much further can two people go?" she asked.
"That's just it. Two people are limited. We need a third to help us explore."
He could feel the shock in her body; the idea was unthinkable to her, absolutely forbidden. "Another person? But...."
"Don't question me, just do as I say. Next time I want you to invite your sister."
"What! What?" She sprung up with a lurch, her tits slammed high in the air and flopped down with a meaty slap. "No! No, I won't do that!"
James looked off and slowly got up. He slid his pants and shirt on while acting as if she didn't even exist. Finally he said, "If you don't bring your little sister with you, don't bother to come yourself."
"Please...." she whined. "I can't get her involved in this, she's only fourteen."
"She's old enough to drive a car without a license, isn't she? It's about time she learned about life ... and I'll even give her a license with my own personal stamp."
"You bastard! You dirty damned bastard!" Kim cried.
But James played it cool, lit a cigarette and watched as she angrily dressed and fumed from the office. By next Friday he'd know if the game was going into extra innings or if he had lost.