Chapter 2
As Kitty came out of the examining room, Melissa McIntyre noticed the look of confusion on her face. She recognized the faint, sensual arousal in her young daughter's eyes.
"Are you all right?" she asked as Kitty sat down beside her.
Kitty nodded slowly, without answering.
The left corner of Melissa's bright, ruby lips curled in a knowing grin. She patted her daughter's left hand.
"You wait here," she said. "I have to talk to Peter." Melissa rose to her feet, gave her daughter a quick, parting glance and went to find Peter Drake.
"Well, how'd it go?" Melissa asked breathlessly as Peter pulled her in a vacant examining room.
"She's a virgin," he snickered. His eyes darted quickly over Melissa's mature body. The tight fitting, silken dress clung provocatively to the firm, trim lines of her ripe figure. A seething turmoil of desire rolled in his belly.
"Are you sure?" Melissa asked, incredulously. It was hard for her to believe that a beautiful young girl of Kitty's age could still be a virgin.
'There's no doubt," Peter replied with a flip of his hands. "Her hymen is perfectly intact. Believe me, I know."
"What did you do to her?" Melissa's tone reflected sensual curiosity more than motherly concern.
"Nothing, really. I just fingered her a little, that's all."
"From the look on her face when she came outside I'd say she enjoyed it," Melissa reflected idly.
Peter's searching eyes met Melissa's. An erotic message of desire passed between them. Melissa's bright lips curled in a sly, understanding grin.
"She really turned you on, didn't she?"
Peter Drake nodded slowly. "I wouldn't be much of a man if she didn't."
Melissa chuckled softly. Her eyes dropped to Peter's crotch. It was swollen with the memory of Kitty's hot, naked pussy. Rolling her pink tongue over her moist lips Melissa cupped her hand over his bulging crotch.
"Did she really get to you that much?" She gave his prick a tight squeeze.
Instead of answering, Peter wrapped his arms about Melissa and drew her pliant body against him. She gripped his prick tighter. There was a soft moan as her tongue pushed into his open mouth.
Peter's hands moved down to cup Melissa's tight asscheeks. She quivered. Her pelvis rolled against his prick as his hands dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks. She clutched his prick and felt it throb in her hand. Her pulse quickened. She forced her tongue deep into Peter's mouth.
They both panted for breath as they broke the fiery embrace. The sharp tug of desire was strong in Melissa now, too strong to be denied. Her head reeled.
With deft fingers she opened the zipper of Peter's pants. He stood mute. His hands reached for her heaving breasts. She slipped her hand inside his pants in search of his aroused cock. He gave a soft groan of pleasure as she stroked his rigid prick. He cupped her breasts. Melissa arched her upper body forward, filling his hands with her lush softness.
"Oh Peter, I've waited all day for this," she moaned.
Her hand dropped between his legs to fondle his heavy balls. She pulled his prick from his pants. Her eyes darted to the thick, fleshy dagger. Uttering a weak groan she sank slowly to her knees.
Peter clutched at the thick, heavy strands of her auburn hair. Her hot lips began to nibble at the gleaming head of his cock. He threw his head back and pulled her face forward. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed the throbbing hardness of his prick.
As the stiff rod pushed into her hot oral cavity Melissa gave a gurgled moan. The smooth cockhead brushed the roof of her mouth and pushed deep into her throat. She twirled her tongue around it, savoring the delicious taste of the hard, masculine flesh.
She sucked lightly, drawing her lips back and forth along the throbbing shaft, nipping it lightly with her teeth, then easing her head forward to send the cock plunging into the deep recesses of her throat. Stiff curls of pubic hair tickled her nose.
She sucked lightly, drawing her lips back and forth along the throbbing shaft, nipping it lightly with her teeth, then easing her head forward to send the cock plunging into the deep recesses of her throat. Stiff curls of pubic hair tickled her nose.
A hot flood of passion engulfed her. Her entire body burned with an aching, urgent need. Her head bobbed back and forth. She slipped a hand inside Peter's pants to cup and fondle his balls. His body tightened.
Melissa's sucking became more intense, more eager. She swallowed his prick, regurgitated it, and swallowed it again. The tip of her tongue danced in the tiny hole at the head of his prick. His entire body shuddered in ecstatic delight.
Melissa gave a choked moan of pure ecstasy. Her own body began to tremble. Hot flames of desire danced in her stomach. Her left hand dropped to her abdomen. She pressed lightly and felt a wild, racing, throbbing passion dart through her heated loins. The lips of her cunt pulsated. The crotch of her panties was soaked. In the grip of a seething passion she could wait no longer.
With a parting kiss on the head of his cock she stood up and melted against him. Peter folded his arms about her and pushed her back toward an examining table.
Writhing and moaning with pent-up desire Melissa stretched out on the table. Her hands came up to cup her heaving breasts. She squeezed her firm mounds and moaned softly.
Peter's hands roamed feverishly over her trembling, eager body. He lifted her skirt. Melissa shuddered in delight. Her body was aflame with a raging need. She raised her hips as Peter tugged at her panties.
In a second her panties were off. Melissa opened her thighs wide. Her thick, dark haired bush lay open to him. The warm lips of her mature pussy throbbed with moist, burning desire.
Peter surveyed the wildly erotic scene in front of him. Melissa's pussy was full and mature compared to Kitty's. Where the young girl's cleft showed a virginal hesitancy, Melissa's cunt was open and eager. Already her heavy labia gleamed with flowing moistness.
Peter trembled as he slowly sank to his knees. He parted the pulsing labia and stared in hypnotic fascination at the fiery inner folds of her love nest. His throat went suddenly dry. An eager excitement gripped his stomach. His prick jerked violently. He opened the inner petals of her pussy and leaned forward slowly.
When Peter's flashing tongue caressed her stiff clitoris, Melissa's hips jerked up from the paper covered table. She raised her knees and spread her thighs wide. She squeezed and pressed her breasts together. Hot, molten waves of desire poured over her. Her head rolled from side to side. She twisted her hips and pressed her burning pussy tighter against Peter's face.
Peter's tongue pushed deep into her hot vagina. It twirled inside of her. Melissa soared in ecstatic bliss. His moist, darting tongue dropped to the winking opening of her anus. He licked at the tiny aperture until it gleamed with spittle.
With the small hole well lubricated Peter trailed a finger along the dark cleft of her ass. It poised at the moistened opening then pushed in slowly. Melissa gave a deep throated groan as the sodomizing finger impaled her anus. Her hips rose sharply. Her body quivered in erotic spasms.
"Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me!" she groaned between clenched teeth. "Oh God! Fuck me!"
Like a little boy hastening to obey his mother, Peter stood up between her widespread thighs. He paused only long enough to drop his pants around his ankles. His naked cock was aimed like a blunt sword at the gaping lips of Melissa's cunt. She grabbed his cock. Holding it tight in her hand she guided the bulging head between her thick labia. She moaned as the throbbing tool penetrated her tender flesh. Her hips rose sharply.
The tight lips of her pussy sucked at his prick. Peter pushed forward slowly. His prick sank deeper into her hot body. Her rich, inflaming moistness closed about him. With a sudden lunge he buried his cock in her.
Melissa arched from the table. Her wide-splayed thighs shook. The brutal cock was splitting her in two. It was so good. Her pussy gripped it tighter, drew it into her, held it a firm prisoner.
Melissa bucked her lips in perfect unison with Peter's thrusts. Their united bodies spun in fiery abandon. Melissa felt herself climbing a towering peak of lustful sensuality. In the vague recesses of her mind she heard the slap of naked flesh against naked flesh.
Peter's dangling balls pounded against her puckered anus. A wild, delicious ecstasy came over her. She wanted more of his sweet cock. She wanted it to impale her with sinful lust.
Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her rolling forehead. Her eyes were locked closed. Her mouth opened in carnal desire. Her bright tongue rolled over her lips. Her turgid nipples were rubbed raw by the stiffness of her confining bra.
As the flaming tides of passion swept over her, Melissa moaned louder and louder. She crammed a tight fist into her mouth. She bit down on her knuckles. A sharp pain stabbed into her. Her hips slammed up and down on the table. Peter's cock rammed into her with violent force. It tore into her soft, yielding body.
A pair of hands slipped beneath her trembling buttocks. They squeezed her fleshy asscheeks. A finger probed between her mounds for the final thrust.
Melissa gave a low, sensual scream as a finger stabbed into her ass. As the finger plunged into her rectum, Melissa's eyes flew open. Peter let out a long, deep groan.
Melissa's vaginal muscles contracted as her womb was flooded with fiery jets of hot, male cream. Her pussy drank each delicious drop and begged for more. As his hot juices spurted deep into her, her own needs reached a burning crescendo. Her heart fluttered as violent forces of carnal passion tore through her, draining her, emptying her vessel of love. Melissa clenched her fist tight.
As she spiraled downward from the peak of pleasure, Melissa slowly opened her eyes. She managed a weak, satisfied smile as Peter withdrew his wilting prick from her drenched sex. His face was flushed. His breathing was sharp.
Melissa sat up slowly. There was a distant hammering in her head. She was weak and dizzy. The room seemed to spin about her. She shook her head and glanced down at Peter's limp, lifeless prick.
"Oh Peter! that was great!" she sighed.
Peter could only nod his head in weak reply. Melissa sat on the edge of the table, her skirt gathered about her waist. She glanced down between her open thighs. The lips of her pussy were soaked with creamy semen. A thick flow of male cum dribbled from her open cuntlips. She cupped her hand over her wet pussy and wiped the warm juices from her hot box.
Melissa, beaming broadly, her eyes dancing with mischievous delight, brought her cum soaked hand to her mouth and licked her fingers slowly, teasingly.
Peter's face brightened with an erotic glow. He watched as Melissa's hand returned to her soaked vulva. This time she buried a finger in her cunt before returning it to her waiting mouth. Her eyes dropped for a second to his limp prick. She shifted forward on the edge of the table and reached for his cock.
Her warm lips curled in a faint, inviting smile as she fondled his lifeless genitals. She rolled his empty scrotum in her hand and grinned.
"You're really an insatiable whore," Peter said, between sudden gasps. "Don't you ever get enough?"
Melissa chuckled. "You like me like this and you know it," she replied slowly, curling her tongue over her lips.
She slipped from the table and sank slowly to her knees in front of Peter. With a wide grin she guided his soft prick to her mouth. She sucked it and watched him groan in helpless surrender. She sucked his limp prick and licked his hairy balls. His cock remained lifeless. Finally she stood up.
"I guess I'll have to wait until next time," she said mirthfully. She kissed Peter full on the mouth. He wrapped his arms about her and held her tight.
"What about Kitty?" he whispered in her ear.
"What about her?" Melissa repeated, with a sly, understanding grin.
"Don't play games, Melissa. You know goddamned well what I mean."
Melissa nodded her head slowly and pulled away from Peter. She picked up her discarded panties from the floor and slipped them on. Ignoring the pleading look in Peter's eyes, she turned toward the door.
"Whatever happens with Kitty will be up to her," she said finally. She brought her right hand to her puckered lips and blew Peter a kiss. "And maybe up to you too," she added as a brief afterthought.
Peter was left standing dumbly in the center of the room with his pants down around his ankles. Melissa left the room. With a shrug of exasperation he pulled his pants up.
When Melissa returned to the waiting room she found Kitty sitting dejectedly in a corner. A tear glimmered in her daughter's soft eyes. Melissa smiled to herself and realized what must be going through Kitty's mind right now. The confusion and doubt was clear in her half closed, tear brimmed eyes. It would take time, Melissa realized, but she was sure that the confusion and doubt would disappear, especially if Dr. Peter Drake had anything to do with it.