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From the Author: Be warned. This story involves explicit sex in many forms
including that between parents, brother and sister etc. If that offends,
read no further. Story is copyright by Writer's Cramp with all rights
reserved and must not be posted to any commercial or pay site whatsoever.
Individuals may archive the story for their own personal use but the story
must not be reposted to any other site without the author's permission.
All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person,
either living or dead. Neither the author nor any acquaintance of the
author (to his knowledge), has ever indulged in situations described in
this story; they are solely based on fantasy of the mind.
****************************************************** Training The Twins
Book 2 (C)July 2008 (MFFfmg (various), ped, inc, rom (lots), sm, les, spk,
menst, nc(sort of))
Sexual Fantasy Fiction By Writers Cramp
writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40/
Author's Note: If you have already read Book 1 (you really should do so
before reading this story) you will soon realise this story does not follow
immediately on from there. In fact it will take some time before you
understand the significance of where this story is going. Be patient,
readers, all will be revealed!
Characters Molly Briggs just turned 13, Jameson Briggs, her father, aged
39, Rhona, her mother, aged 34, Brendan, her brother 15, . Gina Jensen,
Rhona's Friend aged 38, Richard Jensen, Rick, her husband, aged 43, Their
girls, Sally 15, Marie14 & Alisha 12 Jeremy Saunders (Jerry), Sally's
husband, Leader of The Covenant. Sally Saunders, nee Gordon, aged 35,
Samantha Gordon, Sally's daughter aged 14, Wesley Gordon, Sally's son aged
14,
The Covenant Members: Fellows Family: Benjamin, aged 45, Gina, his wife,
aged 42, Bethany, aged 16, Aimee, aged 13,
Borack Family: Izador, aged 47, Franzescha, his wife, aged 31,
Marie-Louise, aged 14, Christopher, aged 13, Anne, aged 12,
Chapter One
In her half-awake state, little Molly Briggs snuggled deeper beneath the
bedclothes and smiled as she recalled the events of last night and this
morning. She had turned thirteen just yesterday and two of her school
friends spent the whole day with her and a sleepover as they celebrated her
becoming a teenager. Lots of fun and laughter and of course the night when
they were on their own and talked about secret things, things she would
never want her mother to hear.
About boys and sex, at least what little any of them knew about that
subject, and about themselves, periods and growing breasts and such because
they had all reached their pubescent years, all experiencing the monthly
curse as one of her friends called it. Molly was pleased that hers was no
different to her friends and all agreed they hated having to wear those
bulky pads around for several days each month. She also learned she wasn't
the only one embarrassed in the extreme and frightened at the possibility
of anyone knowing when she was in that state. Funny thing, none of the
girls actually said when theirs was next due so none of them would know
about their friend's situation either, which pleased Molly no end.
They all felt very guilty when they decided to show each other how their
breasts had developed and despite Molly truly believing hers were far too
small for her age, she discovered hers fell in the middle of the size
stakes, Marybeth being much smaller than she and Josie a lot bigger. In
fact Marybeth became very quiet after they'd pulled their pajama tops back
on and Molly empathised with her. They told Marybeth hers would still grow
bigger but it only brought tears to the girl's eyes and they decided to
change the subject to something else.
The most embarrassing time for Molly was during dinner when presents
were handed to the birthday girl and in front of everyone, she blushed a
deep pink when she found her parents had bought her first real bra.
"You can throw your trainer bras away now, baby," her mother declared to
all, including her Daddy and her snot of a brother. Brendan laughed aloud
and sneered at her when he saw what she was holding. He was so immature in
some ways, she told herself, pushing the memory of his face out of her
mind. They were usually friends but she had noticed recently he took a
great deal of interest in her developing chest. So did Daddy for that
matter.
Quite often she would look up only to find one or the other looking at
her in a strange way, a look of more than just interest, contemplation
perhaps. Well, all boys did that, so the teachers told her in sexEd class
but it seemed different having Daddy look at her new bumps. He was her
Daddy and he shouldn't be interested in that at all.
Then she thought of herself, her own growing body, her small breasts and
even the hair around her pussy. She was bald no longer and it made her
feel so proud, not that anyone saw this growth. But it was a sign of
growing up and she imagined in the next year or so having boobies almost as
large as her mother's and a mass of hair that actually covered her sex. At
present, whenever she stood in front of the mirror she could easily
distinguish the line of her pussy and it would be so cool to be able to
walk around with it covered completely by curly hairs. Then there would be
nothing for boys to try and peek at as they often did, not only at her but
all her friends as well. And not just boys at school but brothers at home
as well.
Molly knew Brendan tried to peek at her quite often when she was getting
dressed or in the shower and she had to scream loud to send him scurrying
away before his mother or sometimes his father came up the stairs to see
what the commotion was about. So far she had never told on Brendan but
she'd warned him several times and all he did was laugh.
"Ha, you'd never tell Dad, you don't want him knowing you've got tits
and hair down there between your legs."
"How do you know that?" She screamed at him in a fit of humiliation.
"Everyone does, sis. Me too."
"What? You've got tits too?" She asked, shrieking in fits of laughter
at her wit.
"No, hair, you stupid cow."
"Anyway, you've never seen it and I'm not telling whether I have or
haven't."
Despite hating the way Brendan kept trying to see her in a state of
undress, she loved her brother, but sex was not one of the things she cared
to share with him, or anyone else for that matter.
After the long day of celebrating when she got hardly any sleep because
the three of them talked through the night, her mother woke the two girls
up at seven o'clock so they could dress and be ready for their parents to
call for them at eight o'clock. After Molly waved them goodbye, her mother
suggested she go back to bed and try to get some more sleep.
"I heard you girls giggling your heads off all through the night. Have
a good time?"
"Oh, it was super, Mummy, Thanks for letting them stay over."
So here she was just waking up at almost midday and quite happy to
remain undisturbed but just as she was thinking that, her mother broke the
reverie.
"Mol, it's about time you woke up or you'll never sleep tonight. Go and
take a shower then come back to your room, there's something I need to talk
to you about."
"Uh? Oh, O.K., Mummy," she acknowledged wondering what was the matter
for just the way her mother spoke seemed ominous. She was sure she hadn't
done anything wrong but the tone was almost as though she had. Surely
their conversations of last night hadn't been overheard. "Oh, not that,"
she gasped aloud at the thought.
Shower over, as she returned to her room wearing a towel wrapped tightly
around her, she found her mother sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Slip into a clean nightie dear, might as well be comfortable while we
talk," she instructed her daughter.
Molly found herself having to divest herself of the towel before her
mother's eyes. Not a comfortable feeling at all, very embarrassing, she
told herself as she turned her back to complete the manoeuvrer as modestly
as possible. She caught the wry smile on her mother's face as she turned
back to face her.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes, I guess," the youngster answered a little tentatively.
"Baby you've just turned thirteen and in some cultures that means you're
an adult. After all you've grown breasts and have periods, don't you?"
"Y... Yes," she admitted blushing. It was so humiliating to talk about
such private things even with her mother.
"And I've no doubt there's hairs sprouting around your pussy?" It was
definitely a question, not an assumption.
"Yes, Mummy," she admitted, her eyes looking anywhere but at her mother.
"So you really are growing up. Old enough to have a baby if you let
some boy have his way with you," she went on, disregarding her daughter's
obvious unease.
"I haven't... I... I've never done anything, Mummy," she rushed in,
thinking she was being accused of something more terrible than she could
have imagined. Yuk, how could she ever let a man do those sorts of things
to her? her young mind was saying silently.
"No, I was sure you haven't, baby. You've got more sense than that but
you will be faced with having to make that decision sometime soon. Very
few girls remain virgins beyond age sixteen and that's only three years
away."
Oh, how terrible this discussion was turning out. Anything to do with
sex sent shock waves through the youngster's mind. Maybe some of her
friends could joke about letting boys do it to them but to Molly who was
too timid to even talk to boys at school about anything, let alone sex, it
made her distinctly uncomfortable. Was her Mother going to give her
another sex talk? Oh, the last one was gross and she hoped she wouldn't
have to sit through another.
"Well, do you have anything to say, baby?"
"Say? What about?"
"About you and sex, about letting boys have their way, about getting
pregnant."
"Oh, I'll never let that happen, Mummy. Anyway I don't even have a
boyfriend, never have. I hate boys, they're so... so gross."
"You'll soon change your mind when some handsome young fellow starts to
woo you, baby. Then our work will be cut out, trying to protect your
virginity from ever-eager young spunks. Don't look so shocked, Mol, I was
your age once too, remember. I had my share of doing naughty things in the
back of their cars at the drive-in. I know what you'll be getting up to
before long. That's why we've decided, your father and I, to have this
little talk, baby. There are things every young girl needs to go through
and there is no better time than right now as you enter your teenage
years."
"Mummy, you've already told me about... about... you know."
"About sex?"
"Yes." The poor girl was cringed inside hoping this conversation would
end.
"We've talked but there's been no practical experience, nothing to show
you what you need to know about growing up, your body and all the changes
you'll go through over the next few years and the experiences I know you'll
encounter as you become more friendly with boys."
"Yuk, you know I don't like boys," the youngster said adamantly.
"And there's the important matter of female hygiene you will have to
practice from now on."
"Female hygiene? What's that?" The moment she asked she could have
bitten off her tongue. If she didn't know what it meant, then her mother
would certainly proceed to show her and she didn't want to go through
anything so gross as that. She knew she was blushing fiercely because her
face was so hot.
"There's so much you have to learn, Molly, that your father and I
decided it would be best to obtain professional help to guide you through
this. We've arranged for Dr. Jensen to come and explain everything you
need to know. Besides you still haven't had a proper physical since your
periods started and he will carry that out at the same time."
As Molly's voice rose to almost a squeal of despair at the thought of
what that might entail, her mother's thoughts quickly wandered back over
the past ten days...
Chapter Two
Rhona had seen the excitement in her husband's eyes every time he looked
at their daughter since the small mounds of her breasts began to show
through her clothing. They had often discussed Molly's physical
development and he became instantly aroused when she described anything new
she had noticed in the youngster's growing up. Menstrual periods were
especially arousing as was the time she told him of Molly's first pussy
hairs. Some of the discussion was fiction on Rhona's part but it certainly
raised his interest and gave her some of the best sex she had ever
experienced.
During one conversation she had casually asked him if he had ever
fantasised about stroking his daughter's new breasts and he instantly came
in his pyjamas. It was the first time she had seen him ejaculate without
any physical manipulation at all. That was the first time she sensed the
power she could have over him, the power to obtain her own sexual
satisfaction whenever she wanted it. It began simply at first, teasing him
with her voice, talking about the sensations of caressing the youngster, of
undressing her, of kissing young breasts and stroking soft pussy.
To Rhona this wasn't wrong, it was simply her way of arousing a husband
of fifteen years so she could be satisfied more than she had been in many
years. There was no intention of ever involving their daughter in anything
sexual, it was just fantasy, between the two of them but it turned him into
a raging rutting bull every time she brought the thought of Molly into
their lovemaking. She was never left wanting.
Conversely, the times Molly wasn't in his thoughts, was anything but a
pleasure. Nothing more than a few uninspired thrusts, a semisoft penis
that finally squirted a few drops of semen inside her and did nothing more
than put him to sleep. Those were like the old times, uncaring and little
thought for her satisfaction. So Molly or some other fictitious pubescent
female had to be discussed to ensure a little alternative excitement from
time to time to keep his drive spiced up.
The time she brought a pair of Molly's panties with stains in the crotch
was the turning point in their lovemaking. After two solid fucking
sessions within an hour when she came both times without having her clit
touched at all, and his cock still as hard as before he began, she knew the
time would come when she would hand their daughter to him physically.
After she had recovered from her orgasms, she masturbated him to his third
climax using the panties over his cock and pretending to be Molly,
eventually calling him Daddy just before he climaxed. His body jerked and
trembled so violently, she struggled to retain the silky garment around his
erection, eventually giving up and watching sperm pump all over the bed and
both of them.
They laid among the sticky mess for more than an hour, he dozing off,
while she sifted a thousand things through her mind. Finally she decided
to say what she'd been thinking.
"Babe, would you like to touch her for real?"
"Hmmm," he asked sleepily.
"Would you like to touch Molly?"
She felt his body tighten and there was dead silence for what seemed
like hours. Then he breathed deeply and asked, "Did I hear you right?"
"What did you hear?"
"About touching Molly. Is that what you meant?"
"Well, do you?"
"You mean touch actually touch her? Under her clothes? Sexually?"
"I was just wondering, Jamie. I mean, thinking about her gets you
excited, I know that. Maybe you'd like to caress her as you do me. Would
you?"
"I... I can't believe you'd even think that, Rho, let alone say it.
I..."
"Look, baby, if it upsets you that much, let's forget it. I don't want
to argue about it, I was just wondering, that's all."
"No, it isn't that, hon, it was just a shock to hear you come out and
say it because it's something I've thought about lots since she began to
grow up. Probably all fathers do, I don't know. She's just so pretty and
I often wonder what it would be like to fondle someone so young, so
innocent. It seems you've wondered that too."
"But you'd like it to be Molly, not just any young girl?"
"I've never had thoughts of anyone else, hon, except you of course."
"Ha, ha, you old flatterer," she smiled then more seriously added, "It
won't be easy, you know."
"What, fondling you? Nothing is more enjoyable, believe me."
"I mean Molly. She would object, strongly. She could cause bad trouble
if we really tried to get her undressed in front of you."
"Oh, shit, hon, I need to cum again."
"What? You're a demon, Jameson Briggs. This will be four in one
night."
"It's not my fault. I didn't bring up the conversation piece of the
evening. It was you."
"Want me to ease the pressure in your balls, baby?"
"Any way you like."
His cock was semi-deflated as she took hold but within seconds, still
soft, he dribbled over her hand. There was so little she slurped it up in
one breath then kissed her spermy lips against his.
"I like you this way, baby. You're so sexy. There has to be a way to
make Molly yours, well mine too, I don't want to miss out either." As soon
as she said it she felt his cock react and begin to grow firm again. "I
think our daughter is a little slut, making you do this all the time.
She'll give you a heart attack."
"Then you'll have her all to yourself," he said with a dirty snigger.
"Oh, it's a sexy thought but we both know we'll never enjoy the dream."
"Just keep thinking of her when you fuck me, lover. I like the way she
makes you hard."
"Wonder what she'd do if she heard us now."
"Probably have her own heart attack. She's so shy about anything to do
with sex."
"Makes the dream all the better, doesn't it?"
"Hmmm," she giggled. "Let's just think about it for the time being.
You never know, something may come up, besides your big cock, that is."
It didn't take Rhona long to think of her next move but the hard part
was to actually put her thoughts into actions.
She picked up the phone for the fourth time to make the call but the
risks were great and she knew she had to tread carefully.
"Hello, Gina? Hi, hon, it's me, Rhona." They talked for a bit then
Rhona finally took the first step. "Hon, I need to talk about something
but not over the phone. Are you alone? Can I come over? Oh, good, I'll
be there in ten minutes. No, nothing's wrong but it's something we can't
discuss over the phone. No, Jamie and I are fine and happy. Wait until I
get there."
Chapter Three
Rhona felt perspiration running down between her breasts as she walked
towards the door and pressed the bell. Damn, I hope I don't end up in
clink over this, she thought as she waited.
"Hi, Rho, come in. My God, what's the matter? You look terrible. What
is it?" Her friend asked as she ushered her inside. "Like something to
drink?"
"I'll have a Scotch, make it a double."
"There is something really wrong, isn't there? Has Jamie left you?"
Gina asked with concern.
"It's not Jamie, we had such great sex last night I thought I'd died and
gone to heaven," Rhona said, hoping this would convince her it wasn't their
marriage. She took the offered glass and drank half the contents in one
gulp. "I needed that," she admitted setting the glass down.
"So...?"
"Oh, this isn't easy, Gina. You don't know how long I've agonised about
coming to talk to you."
"You're not going to tell me you've been shagging my husband, I hope,"
the woman asked suspiciously.
"Well it is about Rick but we haven't been bonking, I promise. I get
enough from Jamie these days to last me the rest of my days."
"So, it's about Rick but you haven't been balling him? He isn't having
an affair with someone else, is he?"
"Do you think he ever would?"
"If he got half the chance, he would. But he fucks me good too so I
can't complain. Maybe we can share experiences sometime?"
"Maybe," Rhona replied without thinking. "Oh, where do I start?"
"For God's sake, start somewhere, anywhere, or you'll give me a stroke.
What the hell's the matter, Rho?"
"It... It's just that if I tell, well ask really, what I came for you
might get so upset you'll put the cops onto me. Can we keep this just to
ourselves? Not even Rick or Jamie to know?"
"You know you can, Rho. We've kept so many secrets over the years, how
could you think I'd ever cheat you now?"
"I know but I've never asked anything like I'm going to this time. At
least I think I'm going to."
"God damn it all, Rho, if you don't come out with it soon, I'm going to
strangle you."
"We've been friends for so long I'd hate to lose you. No matter what I
tell you, promise you won't hate me and you won't tell a living soul?
Promise me, Gina."
"Seeing as how you've told me you haven't been fucking my husband,
there's nothing on this earth that could make me hate you, honey-babe and I
promise no-one will hear even one word of what you tell me."
Rhona looked into her friend's eyes for a long moment then relaxed when
she realised Gina was being honest with her.
"I know you'll keep your promise, Gina, so I will bite the bullet and
come clean. But when you hear, you'll understand why I'm so uptight. It's
about Molly."
"Molly? Oh, God, what's wrong with her?"
"No nothing at least, not yet. But she's developing, you know, into
puberty. Little boobies and pussy hair but she's so shy with everybody,
even with me and Jamie when it comes to discussing personal things,
sexuality and all that."
"You want Rick to talk to her about sex? Is that it?"
"No, not exactly. But I want to do something to show her that she has
sexuality, sexual feelings that are natural, not bad and dirty as she
thinks now."
"God they all think that, Rhona. My three wouldn't go near boys when
they were Molly's age. Now it's a handful trying to keep them from getting
pregnant."
"You mean they're all having sex? But they're not much older than
Molly."
"Cherrie's even younger, remember? Except for keeping them locked up,
how do you stop them experimenting? They've all got hormones pumping away
at that age."
"What does Rick say?"
"He just smiles. Besides he gets a kick out of seeing them developing.
I've caught him peeking in on them quite often. I think he likes young
fluff, to tell you the truth."
"Oh, my God, Rick? I would never have suspected him of..."
"Of what? Wanting a peek at soft untouched flesh? Oh, shit, every man
alive, dreams about some tender-aged chick fucking them silly. I'll bet
Jamie does too."
Rhona gasped and felt herself close to fainting. "Oh, I never
realised... Has he...? Has he ever done anything?"
"How do you mean? To the girls?"
"Y... Yes."
"No, at least not yet. We've joked about it, you know. Gets him real
horny too."
Rhona could do nothing but stare at her friend in shock. How could
anyone else be thinking the same way she was? And her closest friend at
that.
"Have I shocked you, baby? I'm sorry."
"No... no, it's not that," she sighed and lowered her eyes. Then she
decided to do what she had no intention of doing. "Gina, I haven't been
totally honest with you. What I was going to tell you, to ask you
actually, was only the half-truth. You see, we have been concerned about
Molly's shyness but that was only part of it. Jamie and I have been
talking, just talking, mind you, usually during sex, about Molly and her
growing body. It always got Jamie so worked up he practically rapes me but
it gave me the best orgasms I've ever had."
This time it was Gina who looked surprised.
"Oh, my, baby, we are alike, aren't we? Using our daughters to make our
husbands fuck us better. That's exactly the reason my sex life is so good
right now. I even encourage him to take a peek at them whenever he can; it
gets him going like nothing my body ever did to him."
"Do the girls know?"
"I suspect it's all a game to them. Their doors seem to be open just a
shade almost all the time now and even the bathroom when they shower
sometimes."
"The other night I took a pair of Molly's soiled panties and masturbated
him with them. He came in seconds. Then he fucked me twice and wanted a
blow job to finish off. Not even on our honeymoon could he manage more
than twice in a day and they were usually spread well apart."
"Same here. Fucking then was usually only for his pleasure but these
days I almost always get off with a good cum before he goes red in the
face."
"I asked Jamie if he'd like to caress her body and he came in his
pyjamas without being touched. That's when I hatched the plan I was going
to talk to you about."
"Then you'd better get to the point, my dear girl before I start
screaming."
"At least we've broken the ice, haven't we? So it won't be as hard as
I'd thought. Molly has never met Rick, probably wouldn't recognise you
either because she was just a kid when she saw you last. I thought if I
could convince Rick to impersonate a Doctor and come to the house to give
her a physical and explain certain things to her, it might be a way of
convincing her to accept being naked in front of Jamie and even allow him
to take certain liberties. All in the guise of proper sex education that
the Doctor would recommend, of course. I have it all written down here so
Rick could understand what I wanted but not necessarily why."
"You'd be prepared to go to those lengths in the interests of great
sex?"
"Do you think I'm perverted?"
"Most would, hon, but I've been through exactly what you have and I had
no idea how to go any further despite wanting something more. It's the
men, isn't it? Do whatever's necessary to keep their cock hard and we
girls reap the rewards. Damn it all, why couldn't I think of something
like this?"
"Are we so selfish, Gina? If Jamie and I do this thing we could hurt
her emotionally so we'll have to be so careful and take it slowly. We'll
have to make sure she thinks it's all for her benefit and not sexual at
all. How does a father stroke a thirteen year old's breasts in a non-sexual
way? Jamie's cock will be so hard he'll tent out like the Highpoint Tower.
He's also just as likely to cream himself and leave a massive wet spot
right before her eyes."
"What do you think Rick would do with a chance like this? He'll spurt
before she's undone the second button."
"Men are pricks, aren't they?"
"They're nothing but prick. It's the be-all of their puny little lives
but I'm glad Rick has such a nice one. You wouldn't believe what that
prick can do to a girl's ego."
"Don't I know it? Oh, Gina, we're so alike, aren't we? I wonder how
many other women use their daughters to get their own sexual kicks."
"We'll never know but there's probably a lot more than we think. I
mean, two out of two is not a bad average, is it?"
"Do you think Rick would oblige?"
"Are you sure you want to go ahead with this, babe? It has risks, you
know. An unguarded word at the wrong time, an innocent comment by Molly to
her friends or worse, her teacher, could bring the world falling around
your ears."
"Yes, we both know that. We'll have to coach her well, so she thinks it
is all so very innocent yet a family matter, nothing to do with anyone
else. The first hint of trouble and we'd have to stop immediately. We have
every intention of doing it with a loving attitude because we do love her.
Gina, you know that, don't you?"
"Of course I do, pet. You'd never hurt her but you'll have to be very
careful."
"What do you think Rick will say?"
"I think the first thing he'll do is throw me onto the bed and fuck the
arse off me. Then he'll ask a million questions and fuck me all over
again."
"And then...?"
"Then he'll high-tail it to your place in the best doctor's wardrobe
money can buy."
"Do you really think so? He'll go along with it?"
"I know him well enough to know he'd never say no to a chance like
this."
"You'll probably have to give him an orgasm a couple of times before he
leaves home on the day. I don't think it would be good to sport a massive
erection while he has her naked on the bed with her legs wide apart."
"Maybe you could accommodate him."
"Me? You don't mean that, Gina. I couldn't fuck him."
"But you could use your hand to give him relief during his examination.
He'd call you outside and you could jerk him off. Or give him head, he
loves that and there'd be no mess then. And, he'd shoot off all the
quicker so he could get back to his task."
"Oh, you do make a girl swoon. But it wouldn't be right, he's your
husband."
"Oh, I'll forgive you. We could come to an arrangement, I'm sure."
"An arrangement? What do you mean? Do you mean Jamie? With you?"
"Well that might be nice but I was thinking of something a little
different."
"What?"
"You could visit me perhaps.?"
"Visit you? But I'm doing that... Oh, you mean...? You and me?"
"Have you ever done it with another woman?"
"N... No, never. You?"
"No but I've thought of it a lot and we do have similar interests, don't
you agree?"
"Oh," she whispered. "Have sex with you? Do you really mean that,
Gina? Take our clothes off and suck each other to orgasm? Become
lesbians?"
"Haven't you ever wondered? They say women are better lovers because
they know what their needs are, much better than men."
"Yes, I've wondered. Every time a high profile lesbian comes out of the
closet, I wonder what it would feel like. But I've never had the
opportunity. It's not something one could do easily, sidling up to another
woman and suggesting we get together."
"I just did it."
"Yes but that's different. We've talked about such illicit things, this
just becomes another."
"Would you like to try, Rho?"
"Y... Yes, but Jamie mustn't know. He'd never understand."
"That's fair enough. I wouldn't want Rick to know either but I suspect
he'd get an instant erection if I ever told him, which I don't intend.
When?"
"When? Oh, I don't..."
"After the examination?"
"Yes. Yes that would be best. What will I wear?"
"Something soft and feminine. I've imagined undressing each other and
then taking a shower together before we make love."
"Oh, stop before I faint. You're making me wet between the legs."
"Want to seal it with a kiss?"
"Now? Oh, yes, I think I do." She tried to stand but Gina sat closer
and held Rhona's face in her hands.
They looked into each other's eyes for many seconds then as though
controlled by some unknown force both women closed their eyes and awaited
that moment for their lips to meet. It was a soft passionate kiss, each
feeling the tip of the other's tongue against their lip. The kiss lasted a
lifetime yet was over in seconds.
"Oh, God," Rhona gasped, opening her eyes to see Gina looking at her in
the same way.
"That was a nice start," Gina agreed.
"Yes," Rhona whispered.
"Do you still masturbate?"
"Sometimes. You?"
"Yes, not so much lately but I will as soon as you leave me."
"I will as soon as I close the door."
"We're not sluts, you know, just women who need and enjoy sexual
fulfilment."
"I like that description. Oh, I should go, Gina. Will you talk to Rick
and give him my instructions?"
"I'll ring you tomorrow morning after the girls have gone to school."
"No, not over the phone, in person. I'll come over again. Ten
o'clock?"
"That would be nice," she said suggestively.
"I'd like to talk it over with Rick so he fully understands what I want.
Do you think that could be arranged too? You could be there too."
"Until tomorrow then."
They held hands as they walked to the door. Rhona wondered if the
feelings that were roaring through her brain were the beginnings of falling
in love with her friend or just pent-up sexual emotions. They gave each
other a peck on the cheek and she almost ran to her car.
Chapter Four
Gina's face glowed as she opened the door for Rhona and as soon as they
were inside, the two women fell into a tight embrace at Gina's behest.
"He fucked me four times last night," she whispered. "One in each of
his favourite places."
Rhona smiled and pulled away to look into her friends face. She tried
to work out where his favourite places were, probably the bedroom, the
lounge, on the dining room table and in the bath.
"Well? Just where did it happen then."
"Surely you can guess."
"Oh, I suppose the dining room table would be one, your bedroom...?
"That's not what I meant. He used my four openings, now do you
understand?"
"Oh, God, that's what...? Four? What four openings do you have that I
don't?"
"You have to guess."
"Very frisky aren't we? Well, I guess pussy, bum and of course, a good
blow job. But the fourth...? You don't mean your ear, or your nose? No,
how could anyone...?"
"And more than half an hour rooting my tits. It was his last one and he
was determined to see it through. He didn't leave much of a deposit, let
me tell you."
"You're insatiable, Gina, but I'm glad you enjoyed it. So, I assume his
attention was well and truly won over by the suggestion."
"Won over? Shit, after the first two climaxes, he couldn't stop asking
questions. Do you have a photo of Molly wearing as little as possible?"
"I did bring one but just head and shoulders. Show him too much and the
mystique might be lost."
"Not this time, he's raring to go."
"What did he say?"
"Couldn't believe his ears at first. In fact he thought I was just
teasing him. It was only after he saw your instructions that he believed
it is on the level. Wants to know if your husband is coming to do the same
with our girls."
"Oh, I didn't think of that," Rhona smiled back. "Anyway, I couldn't
imagine Jamie acting out the part with three naked youngsters all at once.
He'd die of a heart attack before he even got to your house."
"Hmmm, but it's something to think about, isn't it? If you are
successful, I mean."
"You'd let Jamie do the same to your girls? God, how old are they?
Fifteen, fourteen and twelve?"
"That's right. Alisha has her periods now so they're all grown up.
Anyway, Rick wants to meet with you as soon as possible. He's very randy,
you know."
"Wants to fuck me too, I suppose."
"Just don't open your legs too wide or he might. If it goes ahead, I
suspect he'll need relieving more than once. Have you thought of that?"
"Yes but I didn't tell Jamie."
"How would you do it?"
"The way you suggested. But I'd want it over quickly, it isn't for my
pleasure, he has to understand that."
"Oh, he'll cope. You'd better explain it when you give him the
details."
"It would be very embarrassing."
"Not to Rick."
"To me. I'm the one who has to swallow."
"Do you usually?"
"Of course. What man wants to know his precious seed gets spat down the
toilet? I make sure Jamie watches me swallow it down. Makes him feel all
the more uhm, manly."
"Do you get aroused thinking about sucking him off?"
"Your husband, you mean? I suppose I do in a way but I don't want him
to know that."
"Wise move. It won't take much to make him squirt, what with fooling
around with the body of a young teenager and having her mother suck him
off; he'll shoot before you close your lips."
"We are terrible talking like this, aren't we?"
"Dirty talk is music to my ears. Especially from the woman I'm about to
have an affair with."
"I could hardly sleep thinking about it," Rhona admitted. "I made Jamie
make love to me when he didn't want to. Think I wore him out the night
before."
"Want to tell me how you did it?"
"You mean last night. Oh, I just did a little striptease, called him
Daddy and asked him if he'd like to show his little girl what big men do
when they have sex. God, it gets him every time."
"You're a devious woman, Rhona Briggs."
"Unashamedly. Well, when will I talk with Rick? You will be there,
won't you?"
"Want me there for your protection or because you love me to be at your
side?"
"I think I want you on top of me, not at my side, but I think Rick needs
to be kept on the straight and narrow. I don't want him thinking I'm there
for the taking just because I'll be giving him access to my daughter."
"I can understand that. Men's minds do tend to go bonkers when it comes
to sex. What about Saturday afternoon? Jamie knows what you're planning,
doesn't he?"
"Yes, not everything but he knows I've asked Rick to visit Molly as our
family doctor. He wanted to be there too but that could turn her off
altogether and he understands that."
"What about the fellatio?"
"He definitely doesn't know about that."
"That's cool."
"Saturday sounds O.K. What about the girls? They mustn't know
anything."
"They'll all be away. At birthday parties and with friends. Come at
two o'clock and you'll have at least a couple of hours."
"Mummy? Mummy are you alright?"
Molly's voice finally brought her out of her reverie.
"Wha... Oh, I think I was day-dreaming. Sorry, baby, what did you
want?"
"The doctor. What will he do to me?"
"The doc... Oh, yes, Dr. Jensen. He will be here this afternoon, at
two o'clock. It's just an examination, he won't hurt you, I promise."
"Will I have to take... You know, will he want me undressed?"
"Wouldn't be a doctor if he didn't but it's O.K., baby. He sees dozens
of women every day of his life. Just do as he says and it will be over
before you know it."
"Will you stay with me?"
"Of course I will, Molly. I remember how fearful I was of my first
examination. I worried about it for days but once he began, it seemed just
so natural, it didn't worry me a bit."
"Where will he look?"
"Oh, stop telling yourself awful stories. It will be fine and I'll be
with you all the time. You have showered, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Put just a dab of perfume on and wear some panties. At least you'll
have some modesty until he gets down to your genitals."
"My genitals? He won't look there, will he?"
"Of course he will, silly. That part of a woman gets checked more that
any other place and for very good reason. If you want to have babies when
you get married, you've got to look after your vaginal entrance more than
anything, you understand that, don't you?"
"I don't want to do this, Mummy."
"I know it's embarrassing, baby, but you need to have a regular medical
check-up and the first one is the most important of all. If there's
anything wrong, now's the time to fix it, before you develop fully. Now
stop worrying, put some panties on and try to stay calm until Doctor Jensen
arrives. You know what doctors are like; they're so busy they're usually
late. Just sit on your bed and try to think of something calming. The
first thing he'll probably do is check your blood pressure and pulse - if
you worry too much, those readings will go through the roof. Stay calm
now, O.K.?"
"O.K., I guess," the youngster agreed dubiously as she reached into her
panty drawer. She jumped and gave a little cry as the doorbell rang out.
"Quickly, pull your panties up. He's here."
"Oh," Molly gasped, knowing the inevitable was about to happen. She sat
alone on the bed waiting for her mother to bring Dr. Jensen in.
"Doctor, this is our little Molly," her mother introduced her to him.
Molly hated to be called little but her mother used the term all the time.
He looked just as she expected him to; a dark suit with a white coat over
the top and a stethoscope around his neck. He carried the usual doctor's
black bag that Molly stared at for several seconds.
"Well, hello, Molly, it's nice to meet you. You have a very nice room
here," he said, glancing quickly around. Then he sat on the bed beside
her.
"Your mother tells me you are a little nervous. There's no need to be,
I see lots of teenagers like you and after they've received their first
examination they all realise it's just something young ladies need to go
through from time to time as they grow into young womanhood. The first is
always the worst, I understand that but you need to realise it's just an
everyday part of a doctor's work. So why don't you try to relax and then
we can begin." He gave her a reassuring smile as though there was no
problem at all.
Molly felt her throat constrict and she struggled to even acknowledge
what he had said.
"I... I suppose so. It's just that..."
"It's just that I'll need to ask you to remove some of your clothes as
we proceed, is that the problem?"
"Uh, Y... Yes, I suppose so."
"I see many young ladies without clothes on every day. It's just a
necessary part of being medically examined. It means nothing to me, I
promise you, Molly. Look why don't you lay back on the bed and we'll begin
with a few preliminary things."
Molly blushed terribly as she swung her legs up onto the bed and laid
her head on the pillow, trying to modestly pull her nightdress down as far
as it would go. She flinched as he took her hand and began to check her
pulse.
"Hmm, I can't find anything here. You sure you haven't died on me?"
Molly giggled. "I hope not."
"Oh, here's one. Just try to relax for a minute," he smiled back.
He held her wrist as he concentrated on his watch. "No, you're not dead
after all. Did that hurt?"
"No of course not," she giggled self-consciously.
"Now I've got to be careful with this, don't want to break a bone or
anything," he said seriously as he extracted his blood pressure monitor.
As he strapped the instrument to her arm, he looked into her eyes and
whispered, "Just joking. Now take a couple of deep breaths and let them
out slowly. I want you to relax as much as possible. O.K.?"
Molly nodded and did as she was told. She could feel herself relax and
that boosted her confidence no end. This wasn't so bad after all, she
thought as she laid back and let him carry out the test.
"You're a very pretty girl, Molly. There'll be boys flocking around
before long, I'll bet."
The teenager could only blush.
"Don't tell me they're pestering you already?"
"N... No, oh, no. I... I don't have any boyfriends."
"I'm sure that will soon change. It's one of the things I need to talk
to you about but we'll do that later. Now, sit up on the edge of the bed
and let me hear what that heart of yours is saying."
As she shuffled over on her bottom her nightie crept up her legs almost
exposing her panties. She made a frantic grab and pulled the scrunched up
nightie down as far as she could, feeling stupid when she realised he had
been watching.
The doctor turned her so her back was to him and she felt him trying to
lower the straps of her nightie off her shoulders. "I just need to lower
this for a bit, Molly. Hold still."
It felt very strange. This man whom she had never met before had pulled
her nightie right down so her back was almost bare which in turn meant so
too was her chest. She glanced up at her mother who looked quite serious
and not put out in any way that her daughter was sitting there almost
topless. Molly self-consciously folded her arms over her juvenile breasts
and blushed. She felt the doctor moving the stethoscope to various parts
of her back and from time to time had her taking deep breaths and coughing.
She wasn't to know that this normally had everything to do with the health
of her lungs and nothing at all to do with her heart but at least it wasn't
too invasive of her privacy and she felt herself relaxing.
"Now for the front," he said casually. "Turn and face me, please
Molly."
The girl gasped and blushed and tried to hold herself firmly in place
but he simply swept her legs around and she was facing him before she even
realised she'd moved.
"The first time is always the worst, Molly, but I do need to listen to
your heart. Can you lower your arms please?"
There, it was said. She had to show him her new boobies. She knew it
was coming, she knew it was necessary but she simply couldn't move her arms
at all.
"Hmm, maybe we'll need a jackhammer to prise them away," he said with an
understanding smile. "Do you think you could let me proceed, please,
Molly?" His voice wasn't demanding but firm and in charge.
She moved and there before him were the sweetest pair of young breasts
he could ever have imagined. So small yet distinct alabaster mounds tipped
with coral pink nipples that seemed to grow before his eyes. His already
hard cock brushed against his trousers and he needed all his concentration
to remain perfectly still and avoid disgracing himself. As the urge eased
he looked up at Rhona and gave the slightest nod.
"Doctor, could I speak to you outside for a moment, please," Rhona asked
in a quiet voice.
Molly looked up at her mother wondering what it was about. Was Mummy
upset at the way the doctor had undressed her? Or perhaps the way she,
Molly, was being so hesitant?
"Yes, of course. I'll be back in a moment, Molly. Just stay as you
are, I shouldn't be long," he said, rising from the bed most carefully.
He followed Rhona and closed the door as he left the room.
"I couldn't help it, Rhona. When I saw her ti... her breasts, I
nearly..."
"Yes, I understand. Open your fly and we'll do it."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was part of our agreement," she reassured him as she knelt
before his impressive erection. The moment her lips closed, she could feel
the vibrations already beginning and after just a few pumps his sperm
splashed against the back of her throat. She held his cock firmly until
the eruptions ceased then cleaned the shaft and stood up, her eyes on his
all the time. Standing within a few inches of his face, she purposefully
swallowed.
"You must go back. You know what to say."
"Thank you, Rhona. I never thought..."
"It's for Molly, Rick. Remember that."
"Yes."
Chapter Five
"Is everything alright?" The young girl asked anxiously as they
returned.
"Yes, everything's fine, Molly. Your mother just wanted to know if it
would be easier if you removed your nightdress completely but I told her it
wasn't necessary. Not for the moment," he added casually as he sat down
and took in the vision of her small breasts again.
"Oh," she gasped almost silently. She couldn't help but glance towards
her mother, angry at the suggestion of her taking all of her covering off
before the doctor thought it necessary.
The doctor ran the tips of his fingers along the side of one breast.
"Does this area ache at all, Molly?"
"Just a little sometimes. In fact the whole boob..., I mean both bosoms
do sometimes, all over."
"It's called growing pains. Most girls experience it, sometimes very
badly. There are ways to ease the aching, sometimes stopping it
altogether, but I'll explain that a little later. Have you learned hot to
check for lumps in your breasts yet?"
"Lumps? I thought that was for old women. You mean like breast
cancer?" Molly felt quite grown up being able to converse like this.
"Yes, but it's not only older women. It can happen any time. I'll show
you now but I want you to promise me you'll do it regularly with your
mother watching over you. It's so important to catch any problem like that
as early as possible. Will you promise me you will, Molly?"
"Yes," she agreed uncertainly. "But does Mummy need to..."
"Of course she does, at least for the next few years until she is sure
you have perfected the technique. It's most important. Now, watch what I
do in that mirror then you can do your own test while I watch."
"Oh, I hate this," she wailed, looking across at her mother. She saw no
empathy at all.
"Don't be so childish, Molly," her mother responded. "You're just
wasting the doctor's time. Now behave."
"Oh, she's just a little nervous, Mrs Briggs," the doctor interrupted.
"It's only natural but you do know it's for your own benefit in the long
run, don't you, Molly?"
"Y...I...I suppose so."
"Good girl. Now I'm going to perform a breast examination. I'm sure
there's nothing wrong but it's important that you check regularly, at least
once a month." He gently placed a hand over one of her breasts and held it
still for several seconds. "Are you ready?"
"Y...Yes."
He began to rotate his fingertips over the whole area of her small
mound, the way he had seen it demonstrated on television and from Rhona's
perception, he looked very professional. She couldn't have done it any
better. Molly blushed beautifully but continued to watch what he was doing
in the dressing table mirror. Oh, how embarrassing it was, yet the doctor
seemed very competent and explained everything as he went along. She
understood why he was doing the things he did and it began to make complete
sense to her young mind. His final gesture was to squeeze her whole breast
in the palm of his hand, fingers pressing her flesh against the base of his
hand.
"She has good firmness for someone so young, Mrs Briggs. The texture of
her skin needs some attention to ensure the breasts mature firmly without
sag and the nipple requires manipulation to tighten sufficiently for milk
supply when she begins to produce offspring. Of course that's common for
most women and I'm sure you yourself carried out the necessary procedures
when you were young," he stated almost as a question.
"Oh, yes, it did take time but the results were well worth the effort.
In our house it became quite a family affair and everyone was very proud of
the results as we grew up. In fact I still follow the same procedures each
day."
"That's commendable and I'm sure your husband appreciates the dedication
you've given your body."
All the time they were speaking, the so-called doctor was stroking the
child's nipple as he looked up at her mother. Molly had no idea what it
all meant but she soon realised how wonderful his fingers made her feel.
She simply laid still and closed her eyes as she took in all the sensations
that were zooming through her mind. Both adults were well aware of the
reactions Molly was showing and Rhona nodded her approval to Rick. She was
surprised he hadn't wanted another blowjob after all the activity he had
carried out on Molly's body.
"So, Molly," the doctor finally said, as he stopped his caresses to
bring her out of the reverie she had fallen into. "Did you understand the
things you need to do to examine your own breasts?"
"Yes, I think I can do that."
"It does take time, you know, but keep practicing and with your mother's
help you'll become as expert as your doctor. I'll explain a little later
about the need to use good body moisturisers to keep your skin supple but
we should move on. Do you have any problem passing motions?"
"Passing motions? What does that mean, doctor."
"Going to the toilet and passing bodily wastes. Doing pooh?"
"Oh, I didn't know it was called that, passing motions, I mean. Oh,
this is terrible," she whispered.
"Just answer the doctor's question, Molly," her mother told her.
"Ye..., Oh, I mean no. It comes out easy, I guess." How gross that
sounded, she thought and blushed all over again.
"How often do you go?"
"How...? Oh." She was on the verge of tears as she finally answered,
"Usually once a day."
"Ever get constipated?"
She had to force herself to answer. "Not very often."
"How often? I need to know, Molly."
"Only a few times, Maybe every month or two but it never lasts for more
than a day," she added frightened that he might take it as a problem.
"Oh, that's nothing to worry over then. I'll just feel around inside to
make sure nothing's amiss down there," he said as he donned a pair of latex
gloves and squeezed some clear gel onto the index finger.
"Just slip your panties off, Molly, and kneel on the bed with your back
to me."
"What? Take them off? What are you going to do?"
"It's a normal part of the examination. It won't take long. All I do
is insert my finger and feel around for anything that could be a problem in
later life."
"Insert...? Insert it where?"
"In your rectum, Molly. Your bottom hole."
"Nooo," she wailed and began to slip off the bed away from the doctor.
"Molly," her mother warned. "Get back on the bed and do as you're
told."
"But, Mummy, you heard what he wants to do. I can't... I mean I don't
want to do it." Tears began to flow at the indignity of it all.
"I won't tell you again, Molly. Get back on the bed or I'll take the
strap to you in front of the doctor."
Molly knew all about the strap. It was used on her and her brother
whenever they were punished and it hurt badly, leaving bruises on her legs
and bottom for several days. She knew she had no choice but that didn't
make it any easier. What an option, let this doctor stick his finger into
her bottom hole or get a strapping, then, no doubt, bend over for him
anyway.
"Will it hurt?" She wailed at the doctor.
"Not as much as the strap, young lady," her mother interjected.
"Oh, I hate this," she bemoaned as she slipped her panties down to her
knees.
"It's not as bad as it sounds, Molly, believe me. And it will be over
in less than a minute."
"I don't care, I still hate it," she said sullenly as she turned her
back and knelt down, her head on the pillow and her bottom high in the air.
"Watch your tongue, young lady," retorted her mother.
"Just relax, Molly," he said as she felt the first touch on her anus.
The pressure grew and it felt as though she needed to go to the toilet
straight away. She moaned pitifully but he didn't stop. Then Molly
realised he must have his finger right inside because she could feel it
worming around, the strangest feeling she had ever known. At least it
wasn't hurting but it felt really gross and her emotions began to give way,
tears flowing silently down her cheeks.
"Right, nothing sinister there, Molly. You were very brave. No girl
likes that part but it is necessary."
The whole time he was thrusting inside the youngster, he had a perfect
view of her juvenile vulva with its fine coat of young pussy hair. His
cock rose and he knew if he didn't leave he would cum.
"We have a little way to go, Molly but I think it's time for a rest.
You just lay down and I'll cover you with your robe. I want to talk to
your mother for a moment."
Molly was more than happy to obey.
"I'm sorry, Rhona, I can't help it. When I saw her pussy on display
like that all I could think of was the next bit where I get to feel her
up..."
"I wondered how long it would take you to need a second blow. How many
times did Gina do you this morning?"
"Uh? Oh, you knew? Did she tell you?"
"We did discuss the merit of getting you off a few times before you
arrived here. So how many?"
"Only once. I was soft as a kitten afterwards, couldn't lift a
feather."
"So I guess you're enjoying yourself then?"
"Never believed in a million years I'd have this chance. Oh, shit, if
you don't..."
"I'm ready," she replied, kneeling before him and undoing his fly
herself. "Often wondered why Gina praised your equipment so much. It's
big, I've got to say that." Then she buried his cock between her lips.
"Oh, shit, you're good."
A gentle stroke or two of his hairy ball sac was all it took before she
felt the first trembling of his approaching orgasm. This time it was just
a few weak spurts and he actually collapsed to sit on the floor, gasping
for breath.
"I feel as weak as tissue. Shit, this is hard work," he sighed as he
rose.
"But someone's got to do it, right?" Rhona asked with a smile.
"Yeah, something like that."
Molly was clutching her dressing gown around her neck and watched
questioningly as he came and stood beside her, looking down at her
beautiful face.
"We'll need this off now, Molly. I need to examine your sexual organs."
"My sex...? No, you can't, I don't want to," she cried out with a
shrill voice.
"Molly...," her mother warned causing Molly to lose any fight she had
left. Then she found herself completely naked, laying on her back, her
legs pressed tightly together, her hands trying desperately to cover her
small breasts.
"I've seen so many young ladies like you, Molly, just as you are now.
It's one of a doctor's responsibilities to examine young girls as they
begin to mature into womanhood. Just try to relax," he said, sitting on
the edge of the bed and gently pushing her legs apart.
He felt her body tense so began to gently question her as he pushed her
legs slowly apart.
"Does your menses cause you any problems?"
"My mens...? What's that?"
"Your periods. Do they give you any problems? Late or intermittent or
do you feel unwell during the period?"
This was the worst indignity yet. She knew her legs were being spread
apart but to have to answer questions like this... Oh, it wasn't right.
But there was no help from her mother who looked on with a keen eye at her
daughter's demeanour.
"I... Uh, I suppose it's alright. Sometimes... Oh," she gasped unable
to go on.
"Yes? Sometimes?"
"Well sometimes they are late, I guess. Mummy said they would be every
4 weeks for four or five days, but sometimes it's nearly five weeks
before...."
"And any pain, cramps?"
"Uh, ha, I guess so. I usually vomit on the second day but then I feel
better."
"Do you? We have medicines to stop that and the irregular periods too.
I'll arrange for your mother to collect some for you. The important thing
you have to remember is to never miss taking one pill every evening,
straight after dinner. You'll have your whole family to remind you but it
is important, you understand, Molly. You must never miss even one or the
cycle will need another couple of months to become regulated again."
"I... I guess so."
"You use napkins, I assume?"
"Napkins? What for?"
"Sanitary napkins, Molly?"
"Oh," she gasped at her own stupidity, causing a huge blush that covered
her chest as well. Her breasts remained crimson for several minutes.
"Uhm, yes, Kotex. Mummy buys Kotex."
"That's fine. I want you to keep the second stained Kotex of your next
period. Just leave it on your dressing table until it dries and then wrap
it in tissue so it doesn't get contaminated. Can you do that?"
"You mean... You want to actually look at it?"
"No but I want the pathologists to do several tests on the discharge. I
also want you to collect a sample of the fluid. No, on second thoughts, I
should come by and collect that myself. On the second day of your next
period."
The youngster's face visibly turned white with shock then beetroot red
as the significance of his words sank in.
"You... You can't, it's so dirty. Oh, Mummy, tell him."
"It will be quite alright, Doctor. It's a simple matter. She can
ring... No, I'll ring and let you know when you need to come over."
"Good. She mustn't wear anything that morning after she has her shower.
It shouldn't take more than say ten to fifteen minutes to collect the small
amount we'll need."
Molly remained silent, thinking of the disgusting thing he wanted of
her. But what could she do? She's just a kid.
"Now, open a little wider, Molly. I need to see everything clearly.
Ah, yes, well formed vulva for her age, quite puffy labia majora, that's
fine, it will tighten with age. The labia minor are more pronounced than I
would have expected at age thirteen, more like an eighteen year old. Do
you touch yourself, much, Molly? On these?" He added, running the tips of
his fingers over the sharp glistening lips.
"Oh," she gasped and tried to sit up, her hand pushing his away from her
private place. "No, don't. I don't like that."
"I need to know, Molly. I need to find out why your labia are so well
developed. If it's not because you touch yourself, and I'm not condemning
you at all if you do that, every girl does you know, but if you don't,
there may be something more I have to look for."
She saw him looking squarely into her eyes and felt as if he was
actually hypnotising her. Of course he wasn't, but that's how his
penetrating gaze felt. She gave a quick glance towards her mother, hoping
she wasn't listening but naturally she was, intently.
"Y... Yes, sometimes."
"How often?"
"Uh, every... Oh, I suppose every few nights."
"For how long each time?"
It was becoming beyond what she could take. Her silence deafened the
two as who waited breathlessly for her answer. She felt just terrible.
"I... I suppose about ten minutes... maybe... maybe a little longer."
"Ah, that could well account for it. The pussy lips usually begin to
develop their firmness after sexual activity begins but you've begun that a
little earlier than most. Do you have orgasms, Molly?"
"Orga...What?"
"When you touch yourself here," he said running his fingers the length
of her small slit.
"I don't... I don't understand what you mean, Doctor." She hated what
he was doing even though it felt much nicer than when she did it herself.
"When you get aroused do you cry out from the feelings it gives you?"
"Cry out? Why would I do that? It just helps me to go to sleep."
"Oh, I see," he replied glancing up at Rhona. "Let me look here," he
said spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand, the other gently
pushing the hood of her clitoris upwards to expose the glistening little
bulb. With a spare finger he lightly stroked the nub for several seconds,
making her squirm with embarrassment yet feel more sensations than she
thought possible.
"Does this hurt, Molly?"
"Ng... Nnn...No," she finally got out.
"So you do have some sensation here?"
"Yesss," she almost hissed.
"That's a good sign," he said, continuing his masturbatory movements as
he looked across at her mother. "Mrs. Briggs, there is every chance Molly
could have severe problems in her sexual years if we don't begin to correct
the dryness I can feel here. She needs daily massages over the whole of
her vaginal area, maybe inside as well. I'll check that out in a moment."
Then to Molly he added, "Molly, you could make this a very special time
with your family, you know. My girls shared everything with their mother
and I and it draws us so much closer, much more than any normal family."
"What do you mean, Doctor?" She asked, in turmoil from the sensations
that were shooting through her mind caused by his fingers on her clit.
"The flesh of your vagina is much drier than I would prefer and if you
don't correct the balance now, sexual intercourse with your husband could
become so painful that you may have to refuse him his rights. Do you
understand?"
"Why is it so dry?"
"It happens in many young girls, it's a hormonal thing but it can be
reversed permanently, it's just that it takes quite a while and needs some
help from you and your parents. Maybe a year or two, three for one of my
girls, but she enjoys sexual contact with her boyfriends now, as much as
I'm sure they do with her. Oh, don't look so shocked, she's sixteen, quite
an adult and it's her choice not ours, you understand. But for more than
three years, her mother and I took turns to massage oils into her vagina
every evening. It was something she was very reluctant to participate in
at first, just as you are no doubt thinking right now. But very soon after
her mother began to assist her, she realised that she was precluding her
father from something that was not only a family matter but was downright
pleasurable for her as well. It wasn't long before her sisters were
participating, in fact all the girls needed assistance during their early
teen years and all saw it as a wonderful time of sharing and helping each
other. It was nothing to see one of the girls spread out on the lounge
room floor, quite naked as her sisters massaged her for twenty minutes or
so. Then I and their mother would do the other two together. Once the
sharing begins there's no embarrassment at all about being nude in front of
each other, nor of the intimate contact. They all knew it was essential
for future happiness with their partners. Even today, they ask for a
special rub down from time to time. I enjoy sharing that with them very
much. Oh, we are so close, love each other so much, all because they
learned early in the piece, that being a family is more than just being
parents and daughters."
"Oh, they let you touch them? Down there?"
"On their vaginas? Exactly that, Molly. It's done in love and respect
and has brought all of us so close. None of us would have had it any other
way and it all began because the girls needed help as their bodies were
developing."
"But I couldn't... I just couldn't, really I couldn't."
"Why, Molly Briggs, I do believe you don't love and trust your parents
as you should. I'll bet your mother went through something very similar to
my three girls. Mrs. Briggs, would I be right?"
Rhona stiffened visibly, turned red and looked uncomfortable. "I... I
never thought I would tell my daughter this, but it is true, Doctor. My
Daddy was the one and I love him so much for helping my body mature
properly."
"Well, tell Molly about it. She still looks reluctant I think."
"It's true, Molly. I was fourteen when I had my first examination and
the Doctor actually told my mother it had to be done. I hated the thought
too and for several days I locked myself in my room but eventually let Mum
do it, massage my vagina for a few days then one day, Dad walked into the
room and watched. It was terrible but after about five minutes it wasn't
so bad and within a week he was doing most of the helping. As the doctor
told you. Molly, it was only the first time that was awful, after that is
wasn't so bad and soon I was asking him to come and do it, reminding him it
was time, you know."
"But Brendan would see me like that, I'd be naked, wouldn't I?"
"Sure, that's the easiest way," the doctor interrupted. "I take it you
aren't close to your brother, Molly?"
"He's a sneak and a jerk," she almost spat out.
"But he is your brother. How do you think it would be if you both
showed love and understanding towards each other rather than fighting like
cats and dogs all the time? The peace within you would be overwhelming.
Sure it isn't easy but just remember this; Brendan may well be in need of
something similar to the massages you have to have. I haven't given him an
examination but one of my colleagues will attend to that in time. If he
does, you could reciprocate, after you've both accepted the importance of
it. Between yourselves, of course."
Molly wasn't the least bit convinced about that and the concerns showed
on her face.
"I'll talk to her about that, Doctor. I'm sure she will come to
understand before very long."
The tone in her mother's voice was ominous but she couldn't find the
words to object. Worse however, was what she was watching the doctor doing
right now. He had taken the same tube of lubricant that he used before
inserting his finger in her bottom. This time there wasn't any plastic
glove. This time he smeared a liberal amount of gel over his right index
finger then carefully held that finger up out of the way as his other hand
pressed her legs further apart.
"Just close your eyes if you don't want to watch, Molly. It's what most
girls hate, the first time. I take it you have never had anyone's finger
touch your vagina before?"
"N... N... Oh, no, I don't like this," she whimpered but kept watching
as his finger descended. Coldness was the first indication he was actually
touching her pussy but without any delay the intrusion began. Cold
sensations changed to stretching then to fullness. It seemed as if the
doctor was forcing something as large his whole arm into her pussy but she
could still see his hand between her legs so she knew it was just his
finger.
"Ouch," she winced with perceived pain. He wasn't hurting her at all
but he might do so very soon, she thought. Oh how terrible it was to be
invaded like this; oh, his finger must be all the way inside. What about
her hymen? Her virginity, surely he hasn't broken that? No, she would
have felt it if he had... wouldn't she?
But she felt the fullness inside her pussy becoming deeper and deeper.
How could just one finger go so far inside?
"Ah, yes, I can feel your hymen, Molly. It is quite intact. Good girl,
you are still a virgin. I suppose my finger feels like a great log of wood
to you?"
"It's... It feels so big," she admitted almost silently, ashamed as
never before.
"Of course this tunnel you have is made especially for a man's penis as
you make love to him and a penis is usually far bigger than my finger. But
don't let it concern you; every woman can accommodate even the largest
penis, after all babies will pop out of here, won't they?"
"Y... Yes."
"Nearly finished," he assured her as he began to push his finger in and
out of her sheath. He was finger fucking the youngster yet the girl was
quite unaware of the fact, all she felt was him examining her body.
By now Molly had closed her eyes, not from shame but because what he was
doing had become quite pleasurable. It seemed as if his finger had grown a
harder and he was rubbing it somewhere inside in her pussy. She had never
felt anything as thrilling as this.
"Oh," she gasped several times as she began to squirm under his
ministrations.
"Yes, well you are certainly responsive up there, child. That was one
of your erogenous zones, Molly, they call it a woman's clitoris and it's a
source of intense pleasure. A man's penis makes contact with his lover's
clitoris, she can receive so much pleasure . I can see you are enjoying
the feeling. No, don't be embarrassed, it's there to make you feel exactly
as you do now. It's one of the ways a woman receives pleasure when
lovemaking. Haven't you learned that in sexEd classes?"
"No... No I don't think so," she gasped before his finger finally
stopped and was withdrawn.
She watched him clean the lubricant off with a tissue.
"Well, young lady, you have been very brave. I have seen very few girls
handle their first sexual examination as well as you did. Of course, these
matters should never be discussed outside the home. They are very private
and should remain so, you can understand that, can't you, Molly?"
"Y... Yes, doctor."
"You don't have any of your friends talking about their visits to their
doctor to you now, do you?"
"No."
"It's not because they are embarrassed about it, it's simply that it is
private and confidential between you, your doctor and the rest of your
family. No-one else needs to know. I suggest you talk to no-one but your
parents and if you wish, your brother about what happened today. Do you
understand, Molly?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Good, well, I'll give your mother a demonstration of the techniques of
massaging the necessary oils into your vaginal area and the body
moisturisers for your dry skin problems. Just lay still for a moment and
keep your legs apart." He then continued talking to Rhona.
"Mrs. Briggs, I strongly recommend that you include your husband in
Molly's needs over the next few years. I know she is reluctant to expose
herself like this but that will soon disappear as she realises her Daddy
too, wants nothing more than to love her deeply and help in every way he
can. She will find a freedom she never knew existed once she is able to
lay down in front of her parents, expose herself like this and allow them
to massage her privates with oils that will correct what could otherwise
become a grave problem in her adult life. However, learn the techniques
yourself over the first week or so then train your husband in the correct
ways before he begins the tasks fully. Whether you include your son as
well is something only you, your husband and Molly can decide but let me
say that the family that has no secrets at all from each other is the
healthiest and most loving of all."
"Yes, Doctor, I understand all of that. Her father will definitely be
included in Molly's growing up but we will have to discuss Brendan's
involvement. That has more implications to be considered. I'm sure
however, that he needs to be involved in some way. Can you show me exactly
what we need to do?"
"Mummy? You don't mean Brendan will see me...? I mean, like this. I
don't want him to," the frantic girl screeched in fright.
"Do calm yourself, Molly. I said we still have to talk about Brendan's
involvement so nothing's been decided," her mother replied offhandedly.
"But..."
"Be quiet," Rhona snapped. "Now doctor, what do we do?"
He then began to explain in minute detail as his fingers rubbed the
sweet smelling oils over her pussy lips, clitoris and vaginal opening.
Molly lay still, blushing furiously yet enjoying the sensations immensely.
The whole exercise was simply to indoctrinate the youngster's mind in to
accepting this frequent intrusion and Rhona was ecstatic at Rick's handling
of the whole affair. There was no doubt her husband will have little
trouble with the young girl allowing him any access he wishes in the
future.
`There may be a time when she requires stretching exercise within her
vagina and her rectum and if that is so, having a man available with the
necessary equipment to carry that out will be of immense help. All my
daughters ask for help in that way quite frequently and I am very pleased
to be able to assist them. Now her clitoris needs special attention. Like
her vaginal entrance, it must never dry out or the sensations of pleasure
will diminish and cause untold problems once she is sexually active. Ask
yourself why so many marriages end in the divorce courts these days. Most
stem from painful sexual union caused by nothing but dryness of the pores
when they were young. It's so sad because almost all women could have
prevented that if they only had parents that cared enough."
"Oh, I'm sure Molly will not be one of those women now you have
explained it all so clearly," Rhona thanked him as he stood up. Having
aroused the youngster almost to orgasm before he stopped abruptly, Molly
was so close to her first orgasm that she even groaned when the sensations
ceased. It wasn't missed by either adult as they glanced knowingly into
each others eyes.
"Well, I think that's all for this time, Molly. You won't forget to
telephone me when your period starts, will you? I'll leave a jar with your
mother. I don't need a lot of menstrual discharge, just enough to cover
the bottom. It shouldn't take you long to collect it but it's best to wait
until I arrive. A fresh sample gives much more accurate results."
"Yes, doctor," Molly agreed, hating the very thought of his next visit.
"Good girl, well you can dress now," he said and left the room, Rhona
following to show him out.
"Rick, you were brilliant," she congratulated him with a kiss on the
cheek.
"Is that all the thanks I get?"
She looked at him for a second then feeling a blush spreading across her
face said, "Well, no, I guess it isn't. I owe you one, really I do."
"One what?"
"A fuck, of course."
"Oh, a fuck. You and me all naked and excited?"
"If you want to," she said feeling like a shy schoolgirl. "But Jamie
must never know."
"Oh, don't worry about that, I don't kiss and tell. Don't fuck and tell
either, for that matter."
"But there would be just one condition."
"Oh, yeah," he replied a little sarcastically. "And what might that
be?"
"Gina has to be with us when we do it."
"What? You're kidding aren't you? She's such a prude she'd never..."
"She got you here didn't she and she knew I might have to provide
service to you to avoid any embarrassing quirts during your examination,
"doctor". We did discuss it you know and I promised I would tell her all
about it. So I'll be telling her about my offer too. She got all excited
when she knew I might have to give you a blow job or two, you know. She's
probably been wanking herself off all morning, thinking about what's going
on at my house."
"Shit, you women stick together, don't you? But she'd never agree to me
fucking you."
"I wouldn't bet on it?"
"Bet? What do you mean?"
"If she doesn't agree, we'll do it in some motel twice instead of once.
If she does agree, you don't object if we girls spend a little private time
together occasionally."
"You are one slutty bitch, Rhona. She ain't a lesbian, you know."
"Neither am I but we've both discussed it, just haven't told you. Or
done it yet, for that matter," she added impishly.
"Oh, shit," he moaned, his face paling at the thought. "I love her,
Rhona. I don't want to lose her, not even to you."
"I promise that will never happen, Rick baby. We just want to know what
it feels like. But it would be private, you won't get any details out of
either Gina or me. Is it a deal? You win no matter what happens."
"Shit, I don't know," he said running his hands through his hair in
anguish. Then a smile appeared. "As long as I know when you're doing it.
That's my condition, because I want to fuck her silly right afterwards."
"I think she'd agree to that. It's a deal. You better get home; I
think she'll need your services after my phone call to her now."
He didn't even say goodbye.
Chapter Six
"Hi, baby, he was fantastic. I think Molly is so convinced, all she'll
do when I hand her over to Jamie is blush and endure it."
"Did you jerk him off?"
"Well... Yes and no."
"What does that mean?" "He needed my services twice but we didn't want
to make a mess so..." "You sucked him off? Oh, shit, I'll bet he shot in
seconds."
"Bingo, both times."
"Twice. Hot damn, he shot such a load in me before he left I thought
he'd get through without needing any help."
"You didn't take Molly's innocence into account. I nearly came myself,
watching him work on her."
"Did he send her over the top?"
"No, very close but left her hanging by a thread. It was the way he
went about it. If I hadn't known, I would swear he was a real doctor."
"Comes from playing doctors and nurses too much I guess."
"Yes, well talking about that, there's something else."
"You let him fuck you, right?"
"Wrong. But I promised him one as payment for excellent services
provided."
"How will Jamie cope with that?"
"He'll never know. How will you cope with it?"
"Oh, O.K., I guess," she said in a softer voice. Was there doubt in
that answer? Rhona wondered.
"But I put a condition on it."
"Oh, yes. What?"
"That it has to be with you there too."
"What?" She cried out in amazement.
"He swore you wouldn't agree so I bet him double or nothing. If you
didn't agree he could have me twice secretly in a motel, but if I won he
would agree to allow you and me some private time together whenever we
wanted it."
"You never," she gasped. "He freaked out at that, I'll bet. Oh, how
could you, Rhona."
"You don't want to find out how it feels?"
"No... it's not that, It's Rick. I'll bet he's coming over here right
now to accuse me of being a filthy lesbian dyke."
"He's coming over there to fuck you silly, you stupid cow. He's so hot
his cock's breaking out of his fly. Just be ready for him. By the way, he
agreed."
"Oh, my god, he agreed? I don't believe it."
"If you let him fuck your daughters why wouldn't he let you fuck another
woman?"
"How... how did you know that?"
"I guessed it when you agreed to let him play with Molly but he so much
as told us while he was explaining to Molly how wonderful it was for his
daughters to love him without any embarrassment."
"It's not all bad, Rhona."
"No worse that I'm planning for Jamie. I take it you gave him
permission to fool around with the girls? Just like I've set Molly up?"
"Yes."
"Do you too?"
"Yes."
"How often?"
"Often. No, very often. There's usually one in our bed every night."
"How does he keep it up with three girls and you? He must be shagging
himself silly."
"His eyes haven't popped out yet. In fact after the first couple of
months when he just couldn't let them alone, he only pokes each one about
once a week now. I get a couple too, from him, I mean, so we're all kept
happy. Rest of the time I have my girls to cuddle up to and we give each
other cums whenever they're needed. They're all ravenous for sex, the
girls but they accept that Rick can't perform all the time. That makes it
so good for me because they all like girl to girl sex. In fact I think the
eldest is a confirmed lesbian now but she still opens her legs for Rick
when he wants her."
"So you have had girl sex then? You told me a whopper, Gina, love."
"How the fuck could I have told you my daughters are shagging me? But
it's a little different now, isn't it? Our secrets are out in the open."
"He'll be there any minute. Strip and lay in the hallway, he probably
won't make it to the bedroom."
"You're becoming a slut, Rhona Briggs."
"Always have been, just haven't had the chance to show it until now. I
want to talk more about what goes on in your bedroom these days. Still
have a lot of experimenting to do with Molly to get her into the right
frame of mind to allow her brother access."
"We can talk when we're in each other's arms."
"Oh, shit, now I have to diddle myself."
"Shit, there's the door, he's home. Bye."
"Have a good one."
When she returned to Molly's room she found her daughter still stark
naked and laying with her legs wide open.
"Molly, you can get dressed now."
"Mummy, I..."
"What is it, darling?"
"It's about, uhm, what the doctor was doing..."
"Yes, during your examination?"
"Well, afterwards, when he was, you know touching me...down here," she
said hesitantly, as she touched her pussy.
"He was showing me how you should have the oils massaged into your
tender parts, Molly, that's all."
"Yes, I know that but... well it felt so nice and I wanted him to keep
on doing it."
"We all want that, baby. I just adore having my pussy rubbed, but there
is so much more you haven't felt yet, baby. Things that make you scream
out with pleasure. You still haven't had an orgasm, have you?"
"I... I guess not. Will it hurt very badly?"
"Oh, you are so innocent," her mother giggled as she pressed her
daughter to her bosom. "Want to hear a secret?"
"Yes."
"Daddy is going to give you your first orgasm, baby. The very first
time he massages your pussy."
"Daddy...?" She cried out with dread. "But that means..."
"It means it's time you gave your Daddy permission to touch you...
intimately, Molly. You have to show him that you have no secrets from him
at all. Only then can you say you love him with your whole heart. Haven't
you been listening to the doctor?"
"Yes, but... Well, it's so embarrassing, even thinking about him seeing
me undressed, but to let him touch my pussy... Oh, please do I have to let
him do that, Mummy? I'd die of shame."
"What did the doctor tell you?"
"Uhm, which part do you mean?"
"When he told you about himself and the way he loves his daughters."
"Oh, that. I'd hate it, Mummy. You won't make me do it, will you?"
"Let me put it this way, It's a requirement of growing up in this
household, Molly. It's quite ridiculous feeling afraid of letting your own
daddy put his hands on the very daughter he was responsible for making.
How do you think you began your life, Molly? Hmm? Your Daddy and I made
you, gave you life and have loved and cherished you ever since. So, I've
come to this decision. Tomorrow is Sunday and in the evening after dinner,
you are going to present yourself to your Daddy, willingly and lovingly and
he will give you your first body massage which includes touching your
beautiful little titties and your pussy all the way to your very first
orgasm. If you won't make that promise to me right now, you'll be spanked
until your bottom is glowing bright red. Then I'll expect your firm
promise afterwards anyway. Doesn't seem worth the beating if you still
have to do what I want anyway, does it?"
"N... No."
"Then, if you still refuse, I'll call Uncle Mike over to change your
mind and the..."
"Not Uncle Mike, Mummy. I hate him. He... He touches me. You know
what I told you last time he spanked me. He put his hand under my nightie
and felt me all over."
"So? He's sure to do the same this time too, maybe even worse no doubt
and it would be with my full approval. In fact I'll be standing beside him
to make sure he does you over properly. And what would the end result be?
You'll do what I want anyway. Is it worth all that bother and pain, Molly?
Or is it easier to just agree to what I've decided in the first place.
It's for your own good anyway, I know it is. You might even come to enjoy
it."
"Oh, it's not fair. You're making me do things I don't want to do,
things I hate."
"Ah, but, my dear girl, Mother knows much better than you, believe me.
Once you break the ice with Daddy, it won't be embarrassing any more. It
will just become a normal experience and I promise you, just like the
doctor told you, it will give you the most incredible and wonderful
feelings you have ever experienced. Then you'll thank me for what I made
you do."
"I don't want to have a baby, Mummy."
"You won't have a baby; we'll make sure of that."
"But how? If Daddy... well, if some of his stuff gets inside, it makes
a baby. I'll get pregnant, that's what our SexEd teacher says."
"But not if you take your pill every evening before you go to bed."
"What pill?"
"The one Doctor told me to buy. They not only regulate your periods but
they stop you ever having babies. But, and this is important, Molly, if
you miss just one pill, you might very well get pregnant. So it's in your
hands, no-one else's."
"It stops me having a baby?"
"Every time."
"But I can later, can't I? I suppose I'll want babies when I get
married."
"As I said, all you have to do is stop taking them and you'll get a fat
stomach before you know it."
"Oh," she smiled to herself. Rhona could see some of the child's doubts
vanish almost instantly.
"So, what's it to be, Molly? A spanking then Uncle Mike?"
"No... No, neither, I guess I don't have any choice, do I?"
"Not unless you like being spanked."
"And felt up," the girl added in a serious voice.
"That too."
"Oh, I know I'll burst into tears when Daddy does touch me but I don't
have any choice in the matter so, I guess I'll do what you tell me to."
"Now, that's a very wise decision, baby. Congratulations. We won't
tell Daddy; it's to be a complete surprise, understand?"
"Yes, O.K."
"We'll talk all about it tomorrow morning. Now do you want to get up or
sleep in for a bit? I know you didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"
"No, I seemed to be awake all night."
"Then slip under the covers and I'll leave you to rest for a while.
You've been a good girl, Molly. I understand the doubts and fears you have
but they will soon vanish, I promise," Rhona said as she kissed her cheek.
Molly was asleep before the door had closed.
Chapter Seven
The house was empty. Daddy was out shopping at the Mall and Brendan had
gone off to play ball with his friends.
"It's time we talked about tonight, baby."
"Oh," the youngster gasped.
"Remember what we decided, once you take the first step, everything else
will be easy. And enjoyable."
"What about Brendan, Mummy? He'll see me or at least hear something and
come to investigate."
"He won't be back until after eleven. He's going to watch videos with
his friends."
"Oh," she sighed, hoping Brendan might have been the one reason her
forthcoming ordeal could be cancelled.
"Now, don't get yourself all tied up with nervousness, Molly. He's your
father, for goodness sake. But because it will be a surprise for him,
he'll probably stare at your nakedness like any other man would. Let him
look; looking doesn't hurt anyone, does it?"
"It'd just make me feel embarrassed all over, that's all."
"Oh, baby, once he realises that you are doing it for him, he will love
you as never before. I want you to look embarrassed, baby. Look shy and
demure, that's what endears a man to a girl more than anything else. It
makes him feel strong and macho if his presence makes you feel embarrassed,
especially because of your nudity in front of him. He'll want to touch
your breasts and your pussy and your bottom so don't pull away or be rude
to him, it's the way men act with naked girls after all."
"It sounds just like Uncle Mike but this time I'll have to let him do it
for as long as he wants, I suppose. Oh, Mummy, I'm just going to die when
he puts his fingers into my... you know."
"Into your pussy? I know how you're feeling right now, baby but it's
just the way it happened to me. Your gran had to hold my shoulder really
tight as she sat me on Granddad's knee the first time. Oh, I thought I'd
faint and I was crying all the time but soon he made me feel really nice
and special and afterwards, I had to admit I'd cried and worried for no
reason at all. It was nice, not horrible at all."
"Why do girls have to let men do things like this, Mummy? It isn't
fair."
"There's always something that's not fair in life, Molly but fairness
isn't always as it seems because this time the unfair part will only last
for a while and you'll look back on this evening with pleasure, not
unfairness. Then you'll realise there will be lots more pleasurable times
with your family. But I must remind you, these times are absolutely
private between just us and no-one else. You mustn't even hint to anyone
what wonderful things are happening to you because the public in general
wouldn't understand. Between us as a family, this is all a matter of love,
nothing despicable at all. If the wrong people knew though, we would be
punished very severely, for doing things that are only done with love. We
would go to jail and you and Brendan would be sent to institutions to be
looked after, no doubt to separate places, and you can't imagine how
terrible their rules would be. There would be no love whatsoever, just
rules and punishments day after day."
"Oh, I won't tell anyone, Mummy, I promise. I just wish it was over,
that's all."
"And, baby, there's no need to tell Brendan anything just yet."
"Brendan? Oh, I'd never tell him. I'd die if he ever knew about it."
"Yes, well not for the moment anyway. Besides, remember the Doctor's
instructions. If you didn't keep your body moisturised, your skin would
become dry, especially your pussy and your nipples. You remember him
saying that, don't you?"
"Yes, but it doesn't help my feelings much," she stated softly. "Oh, I
don't think I could ever take all my clothes off while Daddy watched."
"Sure you do. I understand but be brave and see it through for your
Daddy and for me, O.K. baby?"
Rhona then spent over an hour discussing just what she wanted her
daughter to do and how to act and Molly was given the rest of the afternoon
to herself. Most of that was spent lying on her bed dreading what was to
come.
Over dinner, Molly could feel every eye looking at her across the table.
She was sure Brendan knew exactly what was about to happen; she just knew
he did. Why was he so quiet if he didn't know? And wasn't Daddy glancing
strangely at her? Surely he must know too, even though Mummy said it was
to be a surprise.
"You're very quiet tonight, Molly," her father asked innocently. "Is
there anything wrong?"
"Wha...? Oh, no, I... No, nothing's wrong, I was just, uhm,
daydreaming, I guess." she stammered, feeling a deep blush spread across
her face.
"What's wrong with her? Huh, it would take a week to list them all,"
Brendan cut in with a smirk.
"Now stop that, Brendan, it's not nice to talk about your sister like
that."
"Hell, Mum, she's only a girl."
"Brendan, stop it, right now," Rhona demanded and the boy obeyed,
knowing it wasn't wise to continue.
"Well, I'm off," he said, leaving the table. "I'll be late, Dad, its
Video night at Terry's."
"Sure, son. Just stay out of trouble, O.K.?"
"Sure, Dad. We'll be OK."
"Be home by eleven, Brendan," he added as the boy rushed out.
"Sure, Dad," they heard from the driveway.
"That boy's getting too big for his boots," Jameson muttered under his
breath.
"I... I think I'll go and have my shower now," Molly murmured as she
rose, feeling absolutely self-conscious about why she needed a shower so
early in the evening.
"What? Now?" her father asked, looking at his watch.
"Oh, let her go, dear," Rhona said in a calming voice. Molly left as
quickly as she could.
When Molly returned she found the living area almost in darkness save
from a soft glow in the lounge room. Peeping around the corner she found
her father sitting in his favourite armchair reading his paper with the
reading light over his shoulder. She could see her mother sitting in the
other armchair in almost darkness as though she were asleep.
Most conscious of the attire she was wearing, at her mother's insistence
of course, she crept silently into the room and under instructions she
stood directly in front of her father. He hadn't even noticed she was
there until she began to speak.
"Hel...Hello, Daddy, it's me, Molly."
"Huh? Oh, Molly. Is... is something wrong?" He sat up looking at her
trying to work out what it was all about. Before him, his daughter in a
soft pink baby-doll pyjama set, almost transparent because he could clearly
see her small breasts through the material.
"N... No, nothing's wrong, Daddy. Mummy said it was time for you to...
Oh," she gasped and went silent.
"For me to do what, baby? What is it?"
"I... Oh, it's so embarrassing," she whispered.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed, baby, what is it?"
"Mummy wants you to teach me... You know. Uhm, about sex and stuff."
She finally got it out and felt tears welling up and flowing down her
cheeks. Her father was looking from his wife to daughter and back again,
realising something very different was beginning but he wasn't sure what to
do about it.
"Rhona...?"
"Molly wants to show you how much she loves you, darling. Don't you
Molly?"
"Y... Yes, I guess so."
"Why don't you remove your nightie and show Daddy how much you have
grown up, baby," her mother urged.
Now it was happening, the youngster told herself as she sighed and
lifted the flimsy garment over her head. She stood before him naked except
for very brief panties that were held together by strings on each side.
"Oh, my god," Jameson gasped as the light began to dawn. Rhona was
giving their daughter to him as his plaything. Maybe, even as their joint
plaything. What was to become of it he hadn't a clue but to have a young
naked body stand before him like this was something he could only fantasise
about until now.
"Stand closer, Molly, and take Daddy's hand. You know where to place
it, don't you?"
"Y... Yes," she whispered almost silently. Her breath was coming in
little gasps and in her mind the hand she now took hold of seemed as big as
a baseball glove. She clasped his open palm over one of her breasts and in
a small voice said, "I've grown boobies, Daddy."
"Oh, indeed you have, darling and they such beautiful boobies, at that.
Would you mind if I squeeze them, baby?"
"No, I suppose it's alright to do that," she sighed, looking towards her
mother.
He massaged the small protuberances softly, moving from one to the other
and soon both hands were actively caressing the thirteen year old's virgin
breasts.
"Molly has never let anyone touch her like that before, Daddy. Have
you, baby?" Rhona prompted the girl who was blushing crimson all over her
body in the soft light.
"N... No, I haven't, Mummy. Except for the doctor," she added softly.
"She has kept herself pure just for her own dear Daddy."
"I think Daddy would like to kiss them now, baby," Mummy urged and Molly
felt herself being pushed forward between his spread knees. Her mother was
now kneeling beside her and Molly could feel her mother's hands gliding up
and down her legs. It felt strange, almost as though she were dreaming it
all.
Her father leaned forward and took one of her nipples between his lips,
his warm wet lips and he was suckling her, just as she suspected a baby
would do to its mother's breast.
The blush that spread across her face and chest was so hot she thought
she was perspiring but apparently not, for his hand cupping the other
breast moved smoothly over the surface. But her humiliation grew by the
second. Tears formed and slowly flowed down her cheeks. She knew not
where to look. Certainly not down where his lips encircled her small
nipple. How could her mother say the feeling would be pleasant? It was
absolutely abhorrent, feeling his wet tongue licking; his lips clinging;
his hand mauling. Oh it was the most terrible few minutes she had even
endured in her life.
Her eyes wet with tears, blurred her vision.
"It's time to show Daddy everything, baby," her mother's voice
whispered. "Pull the strings, Molly."
"N... No, I don't..." but the pinch right between her legs stopped any
further complaint. It hurt and the youngster yelped. There was no
denying, she was about to uncover her last vestige of modesty. It was so
humiliating and the tears flowed so much her breasts and Daddy's face and
hands were becoming wet from the flow.
"Lick your tears off Daddy's face, Molly."
It was enough to make a young girl vomit but carry out the task she did.
Hesitantly, she lowered her tongue and lapped his cheek where she saw the
tear stains. It wasn't the salty taste that was so upsetting, it was just
the fact of being made to do something so intimate to her very own father.
Never in her mind could she have thought of licking anyone. His hands
continued to roam across both breasts as she licked the whole surface of
both cheeks and finally he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled
her face to his lips.
It was a nice kiss; she had to admit that to herself. She had seen
those movie kisses where they seemed to stick their tongues in each other's
mouths but this was just a loving kiss, lips pressed gently together.
"Now it's time to pull the strings, Molly," her mother reminded her
again.
The whole world stopped still. It was as though she was the only person
living; all else stood silently still. Then she felt her hands reach for
the strings that tied her small panties together. She pulled the bows
apart. The soft garment fell down between her ankles in slow motion as her
eyes rose to look into her father's eyes.
She saw tears fall from his eyes this time. She watched each drop run
down his cheeks in slow motion. Time moved slowly. Her heart thumped but
time crawled.
"You are the most beautiful vision a father could ever imagine, baby,"
she heard his deep voice resonate through the room like an echo. She
watched his eyes roam over every inch of her nakedness. At her breasts for
the hundredth time then downwards, all the way down to her pussy for the
first time.
"I never realised my beautiful daughter could ever offer herself as you
have, Molly," he almost wept as he reached out and took one of her hands in
hers, kissing it as he looked lovingly into her innocent eyes. Innocent
and wistful eyes that took in every movement he made.
"It's time you gave your Daddy a big hug and a real kiss, baby," her
mother encouraged, pushing her towards his widespread knees. Her father
held his arms out inviting her in and she had no choice but to fall against
him.
Every part of her nakedness pressed against her daddy's clothed body.
She had never experienced the embarrassment she was going through, as she
felt his arms enfold her, one large hand cupping her bottom as he laid
further back into the armchair, lifting her off the floor and over his
body. She imagined it was exactly the way two people would fall together
when they were having sex and it did little to help the discomfort she was
going through. It became all the worse as she could actually feel his man
thing pressing fiercely against her groin.
Surely he didn't plan to have sex with her like this. Not in front of
her mother. Wasn't sex something private? Anyway, it wasn't right for a
father to have sex with his daughter; she definitely knew that. Her
teachers were very specific about that. If anyone from her family ever
touched her sexually, she was told, she had to report it to her teachers or
straight to the police.
And here was Daddy, holding her nakedness against his body while one arm
encircled her back giving her no chance to pull away while his other began
to explore her bottom cheeks. His hand roamed everywhere even up and down
her crease and so deep he actually touched her back hole. Several times it
returned to that same terrible spot as he wiggled his finger against it.
"You are such a beautiful girl, Molly," he whispered in her ear, giving
her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me Molly."
That was the final straw and her whole body shook as she began to weep
against his neck. Great surges of emotion travelled to her brain to
produce a steady rocking against her daddy. She had no control over it at
all. Instinctively her arms clung to the man beneath her giving him every
indication of her complicity. But in the young girl's mind she wasn't
complying at all. She wanted her privacy. She desperately wanted to run
to her room and lock the door behind her. The things she suffered were
beyond her imagination.
And so the weeping continued for several minutes more.
Neither parent spoke, letting the youngster cry her humiliation away.
There was all the time in the world to carry out their devious plans and in
fact the pitiful tears was the cause of Jameson Briggs almost making a mess
of himself inside his pants as the youngster squirmed over his erection.
"Hold still, Molly," he cautioned her in desperation. "Don't make
another move. Careful," he said as he slowly eased the youngster off his
body.
She hadn't a clue why he was pushing her away. Was he rejecting her
after all she had gone through? And after all the embarrassment she'd
suffered by stripping herself naked in front of him? It didn't make sense
at all.
Suddenly there was Mummy helping her off her father. "Nearly got you,
did she?" She sniggered as she asked.
"As close as it gets," he replied, expelling air between his lips.
"I didn't do anything," Molly whined not knowing what they were talking
about.
"It's alright baby. It's just that your body aroused Daddy so much we
nearly had a geyser erupt."
"What?"
"Never mind," her mother smiled, cradling the girl in her arms. "Daddy
just needs a few minutes to calm down then he can give you your massage for
today."
It took a moment for it to register. Then her face turned crimson at
the thought of what was still to come. "Oh, no," she whined, a pleading
look towards her mother.
"You know what the Doctor said, Molly. If you don't look after your
body while you're young you could do untold damage. Remember how he told
you the first time was the worst, after that it would become just a normal
part of our life together."
The youngster remained silent. There was nothing to say. It had
already been decided.
"What's this about a massage?" her father asked, knowing full well it
was on the agenda but pretended innocence for Molly's sake.
"The Doctor found Molly's breasts and pussy were quite dry for a girl of
her age. If we don't do something now, she could face having poor skin
when she gets older when it may never improve. That would be a terrible
burden to present to her future husband. But with patience and regular
treatments her private parts will become soft and pliable for the rest of
her life. Isn't that what Dr. Jensen said, Molly?"
"Yes," the youngster admitted with much embarrassment.
"Even her anus needs attention regularly, Daddy and we are the only ones
who can perform the treatment. Unless of course unless we invite Uncle
Bill over. I'm sure he'd help Molly Out."
"Uncle Bill? Mummy, you couldn't. He's..."
"He's what, baby. Tell me."
"Well, he's big and fat and smells. And he looks at me, you know...
he's got a dirty mind."
"Oh, is that all. Well Daddy, it looks like we'll have to do it all on
our own."
"It seems that way. Fancy having to stroke our daughter's special parts
every day; we must just be lucky, I guess," he said with a smile as he
gazed deeply into the youngster's eyes.
Molly gave a great sigh of satisfaction. She couldn't believe her
parents would ever let that creepy Uncle Bill see her naked. He's a real
sleaze.
"So, Molly, I guess it's time we started. You'd better lay back on
Daddy's lap while he rubs the moisturiser in. No better still, you sit on
my lap so I can do your boobies and Daddy can do your pussy and bottom.
O.K.?"
Molly blushed and gave another sigh. "Yes, alright."
But it wasn't to end there. She watched her Daddy kneel down between
her legs and spread them widely apart. It was so humiliating. She was
spread so wide her pussy would be gaping open. She could even feel the
coolness on her moist pussy lips. Then he made her put one foot up on the
sofa, which made her exposure far worse.
"Daddy, it's awful," she whimpered.
"No it's not, Molly. It's beautiful. You have a beautiful pussy,
truly."
"That's not what I meant. Having to show you like this; it's
embarrassing."
"Sure it is but try to stay calm, that will ease your feelings. Well
here it comes. It might be a bit cold at first," he said as he squeezed
some of the crème on his fingers.
"Oh," she gasped as his hand cupped her pussy then began to massage the
smoothness over the whole area. Even though her mother was doing the same
with her breasts, it was Daddy she kept her eyes on. Daddy who was poking
and prodding her secret place; sliding his fingers up and down her slit,
tickling, occasionally even just inside the hole, sometimes making her jump
as he passed over sensitive areas. Sensitive areas she never knew existed
before this.
It was Daddy's fingers that strayed downwards to press against her
bottom hole, that filthy place she never dreamed of touching. He even let
a finger slip inside a little way. Back and forth his fingers moved and
she had to agree the sensations were nice.
He seemed to be doing the same things she did herself in the privacy of
her room, but he made her feel so much nicer. What he made her feel wasn't
sleepy like the way she did it to herself. What he was doing made her feel
excited. Excited and scared at the same time. Things were happening deep
inside her childish body that she didn't understand. Did she feel sick?
She didn't think it was that but strange numbing feelings; no, tingly
feelings, that's it.
The longer he played with her female parts, the stronger the feelings
raged.
"Nice isn't it, baby?" Her mother whispered as she continued to annoy
the girl's puffy little nipples.
"Y... yes, it's strange but nice too; different. It's not making me
sick, is it, Mummy? I've never felt like this before."
"Just wait a while longer, darling, then you'll know."
And she certainly did.
Less than a minute later, the creme Daddy had been using had all but
disappeared and his fingers stroked her less evenly. He pressed against
her bottom and it wouldn't open this time. So he returned to her pussy and
used the final bits that still remained.
That's when the feelings changed.
It was so strange that she gasped and without knowing, her whole body
shuddered. Daddy was smiling at her as he kept rubbing and the feelings
grew and grew. This time she was quite sure there was something wrong
because her breathing tightened and her mouth went dry. She was gasping
now, needing breath but more so because the gasps came of their own
volition.
"Daddy... Daddy som... something's wrong. Ugh, oh, oh," she whined
and then her body erupted. "Aaarrgh," she screamed in fright. "Aaarrgh,"
again then the pleasures burst through and her body shuddered, her legs
stiffened and her brain exploded into a thousand stars.
"Enjoy, baby," her mother whispered, her face pressed against the
child's. "Enjoy your very first grown up orgasm, Molly."
It was beyond enjoyment. It was like nothing she could ever have
imagined. Fires roared through her loins, not hot fires but tingly ones,
incredible pleasure surged through her mind and seemed to grow stronger and
deeper inside.
How long, she wondered between gasping breaths. It seemed like hours as
her cries filled the room until it all slowly eased and she felt as though
she had gone to heaven, so beautiful were the feelings, a glowing softness
that took everything else away. She closed her eyes, not knowing whether
it was her Daddy or Mummy still touching her body.
They let her rest, their hands still cupping the girl's secrets. Their
eyes locked and they smiled together.
"Thank you," he mouthed silently to his wife.
She blew him a kiss, a satisfied smile on her face.
Chapter Eight
When she woke the next morning all she could think of was sharing
herself with Gina. Jamie had fucked her so hard and for so long she had
several orgasms before he flooded her insides with his seed. It had been a
truly memorable night thanks to the young virginal body of their daughter.
After Jamie had left for work, she rang to find Gina's answering machine
was on. "Gina darling, I must see you. Hope you're home soon because I'm
coming over. I've left my panties at home."
That message should make her randy enough, she smiled to herself as she
showered then drove across town to Gina's place. The memory of their
beautiful lesbian love sessions centred on her thoughts and before she knew
it, she had arrived.
The door was ajar which made Rhona giggle with anticipation.
She crept inside, closing the door silently and slipping out of her
clothes as she tip-toed along the hallway. She thought she heard voices
but decided it was the radio was on to some women's session. But as she
walked into the lounge she stopped short and gasped aloud at the sight.
There before her eyes was something she could never have expected. Gina
sat beside another woman she had never seen before and standing before them
was a young girl, stark naked, her head bowed as if crying. The woman
rested a hand on the girl's hip but what caused the shock was the fact that
the girl's body, from her waist down to near her knees was a mass of black
and purple stripes so dense that it seemed like one massive bruise.
At her gasp, both women jumped up and the girl screamed in fright,
trying to cover her nudity, the unknown woman trying to calm the girl.
"Rhona," Gina cried in a shocked voice as she strode to Rhona's side.
"Oh, my God, what have you done to that poor child?" Rhona croaked in a
half whisper.
"Rhona... No, it's not..."
"How could you...? Oh, my god, the poor girl, she's been beaten half to
death. The bruising...," Rhona gasped as she turned to run out.
"Rhona, stop, it's not what you think. We didn't do it. We didn't,"
she pleaded after her friend.
The urgency caught Rhona's ear and she stopped in mid-flight, looking
back towards Gina. "What? You didn't? Who..., who is she? Is that her
mother? Did she...?" Her voice held many doubts.
"Just calm down, baby. It's not what it looks like. That's her mother,
she brought her to me for help. The men..."
"What men? God damn it, Gina, you'll have to report them."
"I can't... We can't. It was decreed and we can't go against the
Mas..." Her voice stopped in mid-sentence, a shocked look coming over her
face. "Oh, my God, what have I said?"
"You just said men did this to that poor girl, that's what you said.
What men?"
"Look, Rhona, just give me a couple of minutes. I'll take them upstairs
then I'll talk to you." Before Rhona could say anything else, Gina had
vanished and she saw the trio scrambling up the staircase, the youngster
glancing across at Rhona as she tried desperately to cover her private
places.
Rhona's mind was spinning a thousand miles a second. There could be no
sensible answer to the scene she had just witnessed.
Just as she promised, Gina returned within a few minutes, took her
friend's hand and walked to her bedroom, closing the door after her.
"Baby, it's not what you were thinking. Neither her mother nor I had
anything to do with the girl's beating. Well, not this time, anyway."
"Wha... This just doesn't make sense. What do you mean, `this time'?"
"Well she has been known to treat all her kids pretty fiercely but never
like you saw just now. In fact both the girl's parents seem to delight in
hurting their girls, making them scream and the like before they use them."
"God what kind of people are you involved with, Gina? I couldn't
imagine hurting Molly just for sexual pleasure. It's obscene. Do you do
that to your kids? You and Rick?"
"No, of course not. They get a beating from time to time but only when
they've been disobedient, not for our pleasure But you know we do use them
for our pleasure, don't you? Yes, of course you do. Look, I was just as
shocked as you when you walked in on us. I wasn't expecting you."
"Oh, I did leave a message and your door was open when I came so I
thought you were being sneaky and making yourself naked for me when I
arrived."
"Yes, well I'd only just got back with Franzescha. That was
Marie-Louise, her daughter, she's fourteen. They're the Borack family. I
guess in our haste to get inside the door didn't close properly."
"And they're friends?"
"Yes," she replied slowly as if in thought. "Yes I guess they're
friends although not really close."
"But close enough for her to bring her beaten up child over to your
place?"
"It looks that way, doesn't it? You and I, we're friends aren't we
Rhona? I mean we've been..."
"Lovers? Yes we're friends, very special ones. I came over to make
love to you because things have happened rather quicker that I expected at
home," Rhona said by way of explanation. "You said something before about
other men; what was that about, Gina?"
Gina dropped her head as if in deep thought for just a moment then
looked up into Rhona's face. "Would you feel comfortable if we undressed
and got into bed, baby? I mightn't be able to give you an explanation of
everything but I'd like to hold you while we talked."
"What about the others?"
"They won't disturb us and Rick won't be home `til late."
"Does he know about us?"
"Of course."
"What did he say?"
"He wants to watch us at it," Gina said with a giggle. "Men are all
alike."
"It's their cock, you know," Rhona responded seriously then burst into a
fit of giggles. Without anything more being said they watched each other
as they both stripped naked.
"I love your beautiful body, Rhona, baby. God, you make me feel so
sexy," Gina sighed as she enfolded her friend in her arms.
After a long passionate kiss, Rhona broke the silence. "So what's it
all about?"
"Do I have your absolute promise that anything I tell you goes no
further than these four walls? I mean you can't even tell Jamie. Not yet
at least. It must be a secret between us until I tell you differently."
"Oh, my, it sounds like something illegal."
"You could say that but no more illegal than what you and my Rick did to
Molly."
"You mean sex with the kids? But I knew about that."
"There are some things you have no idea about, baby. Well, do you
promise?"
"Now you have got me intrigued. Yes, I promise my lips will be sealed."
"Rick and I have joined a group..."
"You mean like a swinger's group?"
"Sort of but more involved than just wife-swapping."
Rhona remained silent, waiting for what was to come. She just knew it
would be something quite illegal and felt her pussy becoming wet with
anticipation.
"I can't tell you anything about the group, at least not until the
Master says I can?"
"Master? Oh, my God, you're into bondage."
"Well we call him that and all of us obey him in every way, if you can
imagine that. Not just the women but the men too, we all give him absolute
obedience. It's not so much bondage although it can be if that is his
wish. But he leads us into things we could never imagine and it's so very
sexy."
"How do you get away from your girls then? You can't leave them on
their own."
"They come too. We're all involved. As long as the girls have begun
their menses, they are brought into everything we do."
"So this Master has put a nice little harem together and I suppose he
fucks all the young ones? Smart bastard. What do you get out of it?"
"We all get all the sex we can handle, the men join in and the girls
have sex with the women too. Lesbian sex allowed, Homosexual sex banned."
"Oh I'll bet Rick is happy about that, not having to take a cock up his
rear end," Rhona suggested with a grin. "How long have you been doing
this, honey?"
"Just a few months now. There were only two families that had got
together with the Master and then he married and they took on two other
couples."
"Do they have kids too?"
"Well, we were one and the other couple are younger. They have a girl
of sixteen and one of thirteen."
"They menstruate of course?"
"Yes."
"Has Rick fucked them, the girls, yet?"
"Not yet but there's so many to choose from. His balls ache for days
after a meeting."
"I guess you'd call it a fuck-fest then?"
"It's not all sex. There are punishments that we all attend. We all
suffer those occasionally but it does make me so bloody sexy afterwards. I
lay on my back and want every cock in the house to rape me, it's so
arousing."
"You're becoming a sex addict."
"I know but who cares. It's incredibly stimulating."
"I guess I'm just a hanger-on these days then."
"Like hell you are. You're my lover and you'll always be, darling,"
Gina assured her as she leaned over and kissed her passionately. Rhona
returned the caress by stroking her fingers along Gina's pussy lips.
"Do you want to make love, babe?" Rhona asked.
"Lick me, lover. Use your tongue and make me cum."
Nothing more was said as the covers were pushed aside and Rhona formed a
sixty-nine and each woman began to love the other. Time stood still as the
thrill of loving grew stronger in the depths of each woman, their gasps of
pleasure rising as the mountain rose. Gina cried her passion first and
Rhona maintained her movements on the woman's clit. Once her tremors had
passed, Gina pushed her off and resumed the upper position to give Rhona
the pleasure she had earned.
"I love you, Gina, I love you so much. God that felt good." Rhona
mumbled once she was able to overcome her own passions.
They held each other close, perspiration trickling between their warm
bodies as they remained silent, unexplained thoughts roaming through
Rhona's brain. Finally she had to ask more.
"Was this girl beaten by your so-called master?"
"It was sort of that. He'd been giving the young ones, boys and girls,
a lecture on what absolute obedience meant. Just so you understand, he can
demand any one of us to do anything and we would obey him instantly. Even
a small hesitation could earn us a punishment in some form. At the end of
the lecture he instructed each of the fathers to make each of their kids do
something terrible, something they'd hate or would be so sickening. You
know how men can be so gross when it comes to sex, well when Izador, that's
Marie-Louise's father, the one who enjoys torturing his kids, when they got
home he gave their two youngest something fairly simple to do."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I think the boy was made to wear girls underwear to school for a
week even during sport practice and the young girl had to go to school
without knickers. Something like that. From what Franzescha says, they
both giggled and consented straight away. But for Marie-Louise, he wanted
her to suck their dog, he's a big hairy Samoyed, and swallow it's sperm."
"Oh, my God, that's really sick?"
"It made me queasy even thinking about it. Anyway she refused and got
quite a severe hiding for it."
"That is more than a severe hiding," Rhona suggested.
"Yes, that came after the next meeting when each father had to detail
the tasks they gave their kids and the results. Every kid had done what
they were told except Marie-Louise."
"Poor kid."
"The Master got upset and demanded she carry out her task in front of
everyone. He brought his own dog into the centre of the room and told her
to obey."
"I guess she refused again."
"Of course. I'm not sure many others would have been able to do that
filthy act but that was of little consequence and the Master ordered she be
tied to one of his beating seats and given ten strokes of the cane. It
hurts like buggery, you know."
"Having never been buggered, I'll take your word for that."
"You've never been...? Oh, my goodness, you do have something in store,
my girl."
"Not of I can help it," Rhona declared. "So what happened then?"
"Oh the usual squealing and pleading and her bum became crimson red."
"And she still refused?"
"Of course. Three more lots of ten strokes all over her bum and thighs
yet she still refused. It was a real screaming match, believe me. But she
still refused so the Master, unable to back down in front of every one,
ordered her to be turned over and she was caned on the front of her thighs,
stomach and even her vulva. She had all but passed out by then so while
she lay almost senseless, the Master clamped a jaw stretcher over her lips
so she couldn't close her lips or teeth, then made her mother masturbate
the dog until it shot its load directly into the girl's mouth. He simply
pinched her nose closed and she had no choice but to swallow it down."
"Oh, shit that's disgusting. Is that how this club of yours works all
the time? I don't think I could handle that."
"Look, it's really an exciting group. Rick and I and all three girls
love it too. The normal punishments are usually very light and even
arousing but this one went overboard. Even the Master knows that but he
couldn't admit it. I think I saw his wife really admonish him afterwards.
But there was worse to come because once Izador got the girl home, he laid
into her with a big leather strap all over the existing cane strokes, her
titties and even directly between her legs, time and time again. She
finally fainted and we had to call our doctor."
"Gosh, he'd have no choice but to report it to the police, surely."
"No, he's one of us. The Master is pretty smart putting a group
together to cover most of our needs."
"So why bring her here?"
"Her mother walked out on him. They'll both go back when the bruising
starts to fade but she really gave him a tongue full, believe me."
"So she bloody well should," Rhona agreed.
They were both silent with their own thoughts for several minutes. Then
Gina asked, "What made you want to come over just now?"
"You, you sexy beast," she smiled back as she slipped a finger into
Gina's damp slit.
"It wasn't just the thought of me that made you zoom over. I heard your
voice on the tape while I was upstairs with them. You were sexed up to the
hilt."
"Jamie fucked me like never before, last night," she giggled.
"Why?"
"Because... because he gave Molly her first orgasm. It was so
exciting. He got his hands on young innocent flesh for the first time."
"She let him or he forced her."
"No, thanks to your sexy husband and his doctor act, she took it all in
her stride and now she wants it again."
"And again and again, I'm sure."
"Seems that way. I reckon it's my turn tonight, to bring her off, I
mean," Rhona smiled at the thought.
"Did he fuck her?"
"No, but I'd be surprised if he'll hold off much longer."
"She still intact? Untouched?"
"Of course. She's only thirteen, remember."
"Don't let him, darling?"
"What? Don't let him do what?"
"Don't let him or even you take her virginity?"
"Are you sorry you popped your kid's cherries?"
"No but it would have been better if we hadn't."
"Why ever not?"
"We've both spoken to the Master... about you."
"Whaaat?" Rhona shrieked in astonishment.
"We spoke to him about you and Rick, Molly and Brendan. About inviting
you to join us."
"Oh, my God, you didn't," Rhona gasped.
"You'll love it, baby. All those men and young boys and think of all
the girls. They'll make you feel so sexy, trust me. You'll get all the
sex you can handle and then some."
"Jamie... he wouldn't..."
"Be damned he wouldn't. He'll foam at the mouth, just thinking of it."
"What did he say when you told him, this Master?"
"He was very interested in your virginal daughter."
"So he wants to add her to his harem. And wants to be first too,
doesn't he?"
"He's always been the first, except for our kids but that didn't stop
him taking them home and poking them silly. They love his sex."
"Oh, shit, this is so weird," Rhona said as though she was talking to
herself.
"You mustn't tell Jamie yet, please don't do that, babe."
"No I promised I wouldn't, remember, but Jamie will be so disappointed
if he's not the first."
"He'll get the privilege of being the first into her bum-hole though.
That's part of the deal for fathers. Master first, then father."
"And who's first between the lips?"
"Usually he let's the virgin choose."
"Oh, how very kind of him. Is he a weirdo?"
"Quite the opposite, he's a very smart man. Holds a senior professional
position, I can't divulge just yet, you understand and he's actually a very
caring man. He saved his wife from being blackmailed into becoming a sex
slave to her boss."
"And now she's a sex-slave to her husband."
"To some extent but she does take the woman's side sometimes and makes
him change his mind."
"How many kids do they have?"
"She has teenage twins, they've just turned fourteen."
"I'll bet he fucks them, twins and all."
"Strangely not yet. When he gets his hands on new girls he takes them
usually on the first night but he hasn't held an initiation for the twins
yet. He does make them join in the fun games though, having to give adults
orgasms and the like. The boy is ravenous but he hasn't been allowed a
fuck either."
"I... I think I need to play with myself, would you mind?"
"Most definitely, I'd mind. In my house no-one has to frig themselves.
Lay over and I'll lick you all the way to heaven." And she did, allowing
Rhona to doze off after she orgasmed for the second time.
Chapter Nine
Once she had awakened, she found the covers had been removed and she lay
on the bed in all her glory. Gina stood over her with a camera in her hand
and a sly look on her face.
"What are you doing?"