Chapter 1
Dr. Peter Drake eyed the luscious teenager sitting in the waiting room. He surveyed her warm, creamy thighs which were well exposed by her short mini-skirt. Her large breasts jutted provocatively beneath a tight fitting blouse.
Peter grinned and silently plotted her examination. He had waited a long time for this day. It had taken a lot of skillful maneuvering to get Melissa McIntyre to bring her young daughter, Kitty, in for a check up and now he was going to take full advantage of this opportunity.
Peter glanced at Melissa sitting beside her daughter. They were quite a pair, especially whorish Melissa. Peter was uncertain about Kitty. He knew she didn't like him, but he wasn't so sure that she was the sweet, innocent little girl she pretended to be.
Well, he would soon find out how innocent she was. He formed a mental picture of her spread legged on the stirrups on his examining table. Just the thought of examining her sweet little pussy sent a hot ripple of desire through him. His prick gave a slight jerk.
Kitty was nervous. The sharp pains in her stomach were nothing more than acid indigestion, but her mother had insisted that she see a doctor. In the back of her mind Kitty was certain that her mother believed she was pregnant. It would never occur to her that it was possible for Kitty to be a virgin at sixteen, yet it was true. Kitty had never let a boy touch her, not in that way at least. It wasn't that she was prudish about sex. It was simply that she was determined to show everyone that she was not a tramp, not a whore, like her mother.
Kitty felt no love for her mother. They had never been close. Her mother had always been too busy with men to worry about her young daughter.
There had always been men in her mother's life, men like Dr. Peter Drake. Kitty disliked Peter Drake almost as much as she disliked her mother. If it was really necessary for her to see a doctor, why did it have to be him?
Kitty glanced at her mother, sitting beside her, dressed in her usual, gaudy manner. She looked like just what she was, a whore. Kitty noticed the disapproving stares of the other women in the reception room.
When her name was called, Kitty gave a startled jerk. She took a deep breath and rose slowly to her feet. A nurse led her down a long, narrow hallway and ushered her into a small examining room. Kitty glanced back over her shoulder and saw her mother whispering to Peter. Peter glanced down the hall at Kitty, grinned and nodded his head slowly.
In the examining room Kitty was told to sit down on the edge of a paper covered, cushioned table. She modestly tugged at the hem of her short skirt as she twisted back onto the table. With a sly grin and a quick, understanding wink the nurse left the room. A nervous flutter churned in the pit of Kitty's stomach. She twisted her hands in her lap and cast a furtive glance about the tiny room. A nauseating odor of antiseptic permeated the air. Kitty wrinkled her nose.
A minute later the door opened and Peter Drake entered. He flashed a quick, knowing grin at Kitty.
"Well, well, Kitty! what seems to be the problem?" he asked with an implied undertone that Kitty did not like.
Peter sat down at a small desk and began writing something on a medical form. He glanced up at Kitty. She felt his eyes burning into her. The nervous flutter in her stomach became more intense. She wished she was not here. Damn her mother anyway.
"I just have an upset stomach," Kitty replied slowly, avoiding Peter's penetrating gaze.
"How can you be so sure it's not something else?" Peter asked.
Kitty caught the sinister implication in his question. She felt a quick flash of anger. He wrote something else on the form then rose from the desk and approached her. He grinned at Kitty's obvious nervousness.
"Now there's nothing to be afraid of, Kitty. I thought you and I were old friends. I'm not going to hurt you."
Kitty glared at him with cold eyes. He patted her leg and let his hand rest on the warm flesh of her bare thigh. Kitty tried to draw away.
"Just relax," he said quietly. "Here, lay back and let me make a couple of quick, painless tests."
Kitty was wary. She did no trust Peter. There was a look in his eyes which said he was interested in more than just a routine examination. She finally lay down after making a feeble protest.
With a wide, fixed grin Peter placed his hands on her belly and pressed lightly.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, pressing again, a little harder.
Kitty shook her head.
"How about here?" he moved his hand lower.
Again Kitty shook her head. "I'm not pregnant if that's what you're checking for," she said with thinly veiled sarcasm.
Peter chuckled quietly and shook his head. He returned to the desk. He made a couple of notes then looked up at Kitty again.
"By the way, your mother requested that I give you a complete physical while you're here. If there's anything wrong I'll find it out."
Kitty detected that certain implication again. Peter was just like her mother. He too thought she was pregnant. She also suspected the physical exam was just an excuse to try something else, something she would not permit. She had heard of doctors who were nothing but sex perverts. She also knew that Peter had just been waiting for an opportunity like this.
Kitty took a deep breath and let it out slowly. For a minute she was tempted to get up and walk out, but she had something to prove. She wanted Peter and her mother to know that she was still a virgin.
"Why don't you get undressed and slip into this," Peter said, handling her a white gown which opened down the back.
Kitty took the gown, but made no move to undress. Peter stared at her for a moment then shrugged his shoulders.
"It's okay," he said in a thick, overly sweet voice. "I've got some things to get while you change." He stood up and left the room. Kitty breathed a faint sigh of relief.
Alone in the room Kitty stared at the white gown in her hand. Did he want her naked under the gown? She gave a slight shrug. In the back of her mind was the nagging fear that he might try to rape her. Well, if he tried that he would sure wish he hadn't. Kitty suddenly decided to play along with this game, at least to a certain point. She stood up and began to slip out of her clothes.
After he left the examining room Dr. Peter Drake quickly slipped into a private office next door. He locked the door behind him then crossed the office to a large, scenic picture which hung on the wall. With a wide grin and a soft chuckle he pulled the left edge of the picture toward him. It swung away from the wall to reveal a window which looked into the examining room where Kitty McIntyre was beginning to undress. From her side the window appeared as a mirror.
Peter's thin lips curled in a wide, pleased grin as he watched the shapely young teenager slowly unbutton her blouse. How many times had he eyed Kitty at Melissa's home and dreamed of this moment?
Kitty opened her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Peter's breath was sucked away. Her large breasts overflowed the cups of her bra. There was a sharp, deep cleavage between her lush mounds. He felt a sudden desire to smother his face between those milky breasts.
A sudden tightness developed in his groin as Kitty unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her wide, flaring hips.
Clad in a skimpy lace bra and filmy white, bikini panties she stood in the center of the room. Through the translucent material of her panties he could see the faint shadow of her pubic triangle. Peter swallowed hard. His pulse quickened. He waited breathlessly for her to shed her bra and panties. Instead of removing her remaining garments, Kitty reached for the white gown. She slipped it on. Peter gave a faint groan of disappointment. Nonchalantly Kitty sat down on the edge of the table and waited.
A tight apprehension gripped Kitty when Peter came back into the room.
"Well, are you ready to begin?" he asked with a wide, smirking grin.
Kitty nodded. A tiny shiver passed through her.
"Now if you'll just lay back and make yourself comfortable, we'll get started," Peter said calmly.
Kitty lay down on the small table. She shifted her hips slightly and tugged at the hem of the gown. She was glad she had left her panties on.
Peter took his stethoscope and placed it just above her right breast. He listened for a moment without any visible reaction. He moved the stethoscope slowly over the upper slopes of her breasts, pausing to listen occasionally and flashing a wide smile at Kitty.
Kitty lay still. Her eyes followed Peter's slow, deliberate moves. A sudden tightness began to develop in her belly as he peeled the thin gown from her shoulders. She offered a faint protest. The gown was pulled away to expose her lush breasts encased in the tight whiteness of her bra.
Kitty noticed the way Peter's eyes fastened on the deep cleavage of her breasts. A faint tinge of pink appeared in her cheeks.
Peter's cool hands, wandering freely over her warm flesh, ignited a glowing warmth in the hollow of her stomach. Kitty closed her eyes. She felt his hands and the cold metal of the stethoscope on the exposed curves of her breasts. Peter instructed her to take a deep breath and to hold it. She did, not realizing how her breasts were forced outward against her restraining bra.
"If I'm to give you a thorough examination, Kitty, you'll have to remove your bra."
Kitty's eyes opened wide in startled surprise. Why was it necessary to remove her bra? What could he tell by looking at her naked breasts? Again she thought of walking out, but she would do anything to show her mother up, even if that meant shamelessly exposing herself to Dr. Drake's leering eyes. She stared at him for a minute, then sat up slowly and unhooked her bra.
The loosened bra fell from her pink tipped breasts. Peter's eyes feasted on her lush, alabaster globes. It embarrassed Kitty to have to show herself like this, yet at the same time she experienced a faint sensuous stirring in her loins as Peter soaked in the beauty of her naked breasts.
Kitty lay back on the table and again felt the cold stethoscope On her warm flesh. The mysterious tightness in her belly grew stronger as Peter's hands wandered over her slowly heaving breasts. Her large, pink nipples began to tighten and grow turgid. She tried to fight against the feelings welling up inside of her. With the ease of a skilled artist Peter passed his stethoscope over her breasts, letting his bare hand brush her stiffened nipples. A delicious, warm glow bubbled inside of Kitty. She drew her breath in slowly and held it for a brief moment.
Peter Drake was enjoying Kitty's voluptuous beauty. A deep, ecstatic desire came over him as his hands passed over the unsuspecting teenager. A sharp dart of passion stabbed into him as his palm brushed her turgid nipples. He grinned inwardly. Being careful not to arouse Kitty's suspicion, he let his hands drift slowly over soft, smooth skin. Desire tingled in his belly. He prick gave a sudden jerk. A faint smile curled his lips.
When Peter eased the gown away to expose her thinly clad body, Kitty's cheeks turned a bright scarlet. She knew it was useless to protest. Also she knew it was silly for her to feel embarrassed. Peter was a doctor. He was used to seeing women undressed. It was a part of his job. So what if he also happened to be her mother's boyfriend?
Despite her strong dislike for Peter, Kitty felt a faint wave of excitement creeping over her. A warm, arousing deliciousness filled her belly. Except for her tiny, bikini panties she was nude. An arousing shiver shot along her spine. She closed her eyes as Peter's hands pressed lightly on her belly.
"Does that hurt?" he asked in an unemotional voice.
Kitty shook her head.
"How about here?" he asked, pushing lightly against her warm sides.
Again Kitty shook her head. She gave a sudden gasp of alarm when Peter asked her to remove her panties. She argued against this attack on her virgin innocence. Her argument was futile.
With a feeble sigh of resignation she raised her hips and let Peter pull her panties down over her trim ankles. Now she was completely nude in front of a man for the first time. A hot flush of embarrassment came over her. At the same time a light flutter of excitement danced in her stomach. Kitty fought it.
It shocked Kitty to realize that she was becoming sexually stimulated. She must have more of her mother in her than she thought. A warm, tingling feeling gnawed at her stomach. A light tremor rippled through her when Peter touched her furry pubic mound. His hand rested there for what seemed like a little longer than necessary. Kitty felt a sudden warmness between her legs.
Kitty's eyes opened slowly. She looked up at Peter. As if for the first time she noticed his strikingly handsome face. She liked his fairly long hair and the way his bright blue eyes sparkled. It was a shame that he had to be such a perverted bastard. Kitty closed her eyes again in a faint glow of self consciousness.
"Now Kitty, I have to make one more examination, they we'll be through. I hope this won't be too embarrassing, but I'll have to ask you to get into the stirrups."
Kitty's eyes flew open in mild surprise. She should have known this was coming. Still, she had hoped he wouldn't ask her to do that. A bright blush of red appeared in her cheeks. She was going to have to expose the most intimate part of her body shamelessly. Even if Peter was a doctor, the thought of revealing her private parts to him filled her with a deep sense of shame.
Kitty felt numb as Peter positioned her legs in the upraised stirrups. With her thighs spread in a wide Vee, the virgin pink cleft of her sex was lewdly exposed. Peter gazed at her naked pussy with a wide grin. The grin quickly disappeared as he caught Kitty watching him. Adopting a professional look of disinterest, he leaned forward between Kitty's upraised legs. She closed her eyes and turned her face. This was too humiliating, too degrading.
Peter stared at Kitty's gleaming young pussy. He felt a sharp tug in his lower region. His prick rose slowly. Her cunt was beautiful. The slightly moist labia were covered with a light down of soft, brown curls. The pink slit pulsated in sensual invitation. His heart thumped loudly as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves.
Peter let his right hand inch forward toward the soft, moist female sex. The pounding in his chest grew louder. He parted the moist outer cuntlips. Kitty's bright, pink inner flesh was hot to his gloved touch. He felt her give a slight quiver as he opened her secret love box. The inner petals and flesh gleamed with flowing wetness. He longed to bury his face and tongue in her delicious, moist cunt.
He did not have to carry the examination any further to realize that Kitty was still a virgin. Her hot little pussy had never known the fiery penetration of a stiff cock. He smiled and spread the inner lips of her cunt. His prick rose firm beneath his tight pants.
Peter thought briefly of ramming his prick into that tight, virgin hole. His hand trembled as he eased an index finger into Kitty's vagina. She gave a faint groan at this unnecessary violation of her body. Her hips twitched. Peter felt the warm tightness of her virginal slit. Her moist labia closed about his finger. He glanced up and saw the distraught, but faintly aroused look on Kitty's face. She was enjoying his fingering. She might not admit it, even to herself, but she liked what he was doing to her.
He eased his finger deeper. Kitty's ruby lips were drawn tight. Her eyes were shut. Her cheeks were a flaming scarlet. Peter wanted to laugh. His eyes hurriedly returned to her moist slit. With most of his finger buried in her hot little cunt, Peter suddenly felt the tight resistance of her intact hymen. His observations were confirmed. Kitty was definitely a virgin. He pushed his finger harder. Kitty winched as a sharp pain stabbed into her.
"I'm sorry." Peter muttered under his breath.
His eyes dropped to the tiny, puckered hole just below Kitty's pulsing pussy. The left corner of his mouth curled upward. The sadistic impulse to suddenly ram his finger up her anus was almost more than he could control.
Kitty was a beautiful, young girl. Her hot, naked pussy under his hand, her moist labia grasping his finger tightly, filled him with flaming desire. Peter worked his finger back and forth slowly in her juicy cleft. Kitty moaned softly. Her hips gave a slight, rhythmic jerk. Peter grinned. It would not take much to transform this delightful little wench into a flaming bed of passion.
Kitty seemed to have a natural inclination for the erotic sports, just like her mother. Peter nodded and withdrew his pumping finger. The lips of her cunt held at his finger as if reluctant to release it. This was enough for now, Peter told himself. There would be other times when he wouldn't stop with a playful fingering. He would get this little sex bomb, one way or another.
"Okay, that's it," he said. He have her pussy a quick, parting glance then returned to his desk.
"You can get dressed now," he said over his shoulder.
Kitty removed her cramped legs from the stirrups and sat up slowly on the edge of the table. There was a warm, tingling sensation in her lower belly. For a brief instant she pressed her warm thighs together. A sharp jolt of excitement shot through her. The lips of her pussy burned.
Kitty swallowed hard and reached for her clothes. A whirlwind of tangled thoughts flashed through her mind as she slowly dressed. She had actually enjoyed what Peter had done to her. It shocked her to admit it. She tried to recapture the warm, glow which had come over when he had pushed his finger into her sex. A deep, erotic glow gripped Kitty.
With mixed feelings of uncertainty and sexual awakening she dressed and left the examining room. As she walked down the hall she could almost feel Peter's finger pushing into her pussy again. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud as a sudden surge of desire filled her.