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"Here they come!" yelled Hank -- then he headed out of sight; Martin would take on the angry Oriental woman on the first pass, and Hank -- and the video camera -- would appear on the second pass.
Martin, wearing 'that damned mask,' let them in. Jiang Yi had been blindfolded until they got to the door. "I still don't understand all this secret society stuff!" she ranted as her eyes adjusted to the lighting in the Garber living room.
"That's because it IS a secret society, Honey!" Candace retorted, her patience clearly exhausted. "If you want to see people's faces, you have to join!"
Jiang Yi crossed her arms over her splayed breasts. "Well, at least he isn't in a wheelchair!"
"Huh! Not hardly! Want to lap the track at the local high school a few times, Short Stuff?" Martin shot back.
Jiang Yi gave him a second, more thorough once-over. "These two say you're better at push-ups." She grinned crookedly.
"Maybe they're right. They told ME you're here to find out!" Martin gave no ground.
"Big guys have little wieners," Jiang Yi challenged.
"A misconception. Come here and see for yourself."
"Fine." The small woman crossed the room quickly, but slowed as she reached Martin and started looking around uncertainly.
"What are you waiting for?" Martin asked.
"The Candid Camera crew, I think," Jiang Yi replied, but she was a lot less certain. "Maybe they're waiting for me to reach in your pants."
"Then don't disappoint them..." Martin was wearing sweatpants -- and nothing beneath.
Jiang Yi looked up at him as she reached inside. "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm told it might please you. It'll probably please me, too," Martin replied.
Anger and disbelief had gotten Jiang Yi this far -- an attempt to call the bluff of the two strange women who had informed her that they could snap their fingers and produce a man willing to fuck her. Now, though, standing there with her hand in a man's pants... He had a dick all right; and it was swelling and stiffening in her hand. Bluster failed her, leaving her high and dry on a strange shore. She looked up at his face...
Martin recognized the sea change in the situation; the stocky little Oriental woman had just surrendered control. "Maybe you should get a look," he suggested.
Jiang Yi licked her lips. "Maybe." Not letting go, she started working off his sweatpants, one-handed. Martin helped with the other side, and they dropped to his ankles in short order, leaving her staring at a thick, circumcised cock over heavy balls. She looked back up at his face.
"You know what comes next," Martin declared.
Jiang Yi nodded and knelt for a closer look at her prize. It was... nice -- a blunt instrument of good length. She felt herself lubricating, just looking at it, feeling the shaft in her hand.
"Open your blouse," Martin directed.
"You won't like it," Jiang Yi said, without looking up.
"You don't know what I like," Martin replied evenly.
Unnoticed, Adele settled onto a chair, watching the scene like a hawk. The situation had already altered radically; Ms. Ho seemed to have all of the bluster leached out of her. Now she was just a diminutive woman in stretch pants and a simple blouse, kneeling before a near-naked man... She watched avidly as the woman reluctantly released the man's heavy cock and began unbuttoning her simple grey blouse. Candace watched Adele; obviously, Adele wasn't exposed to this kind of thing often...
"Take the bra off, too," Martin directed as Jiang Yi pulled the tails of her blouse out of her stretch pants. Jiang Yi didn't argue, and her eyes didn't leave his face as she shrugged out of the blouse and reached behind her to undo the clasp on her plain white bra. Shrugging it off revealed a pair of small, splayed breasts capped by half-dollar-sized areolas that managed to sag a bit as they pointed outward from her wide chest. Jiang Yi didn't seem to have a waist, as such; the lines were straight from her barrel chest to her hips, without much of anything in the way of an indentation. Martin's expression didn't change as he examined her. "Go back to what you were doing," he directed, reaching down to collect her left nipple.
Jiang Yi stared at Martin's thick club of flesh -- and it seemed to be staring back, waiting... She jacked it -- or tried to -- the circumcised staff really didn't sport much in the way of loose skin. The fingers working the tip of her breast were thick and rough and felt wonderful... Without conscious thought, she leaned in to suck his fat glans between her lips.
The taste was well-remembered and much done-without; his pre-cum coated her tongue as she explored his glans and the beginning of his shaft with it. This alone was worth the trip... The man sighed and put his other hand in her hair and she knew that if she let him, he would bury his shaft in her throat -- and she didn't care. She didn't care if she choked on the thing, as long as it didn't go away. She slurped and suckled and tried hard to take it all in...
The man pulled her head back by his grip on her hair. "We're both here to fuck," he announced. "Get out of those clothes." Jiang Yi stood and freed her wide feet from her tennis shoes, then shucked down her stretch pants and no-nonsense panties and kicked her way free, not letting the man leave her sight.
Martin threw his T-shirt over his head, nearly removing his mask in the process. "Are you ready?" he demanded. "Do you care how you get it?" Jiang Yi shook her head no. "Over the couch arm, then," he directed, pointing.
As she turned, Jiang Yi's glance took in the forgotten women and she stopped -- but Martin pushed her from behind, propelling her to the couch. "Are you going to watch?" she asked, as her hands hit the seat cushions.
"Yes," Adele replied, somewhat breathless. Candace smiled and nodded.
For a stocky woman, Jiang Yi had a compact, puffy pussy under a thatch of straight hair; Martin jabbed a finger between the puffy pink lips and found the inner crevice to be wet with her secretions. "Do we need to fool around, or do you want me to just stick you?" he asked.
"Stick me!" Jiang Yi croaked.
She was short, the couch arm was low, and Martin was a bit tall for the hook-up; he had to squat a bit to get his cock into the kill zone. Her lips popped open as he rubbed the blunt head of his cock along her slit, allowing him to wet it with her fluids; he wedged himself in her opening, grasped her thick hips, and pushed.
"Uuuhhh!" The thing felt like a salami -- hard, barely yielding, once the tip had passed her gates. Her inner lips were vestigial, and from his initial penetration, she was afraid they would be tattered and torn from the friction, but the ridge of his glans trapped her fluids as he backed out, and the next stroke had less dry surface to work with. By the time he was balls-deep, she was wet on the outside and the issue was moot -- and then the pounding began...
Jiang Yi hadn't taken it like this since... Since never, actually! Maybe on her big night out when Sonya was conceived -- but she'd been pretty lit and really didn't remember anything much in particular -- merely the mélange. This was like disco without the music -- but with a dick! Urgent, pounding -- incredible! She looked over her shoulder at the unknown man pounding her, eyes huge.
"Is... there... a... problem?" Martin grunted.
"Oh, no!" Jiang Yi shook her head. "You can... do that..." 'Forever? All night?' What could she finish the sentence with? Did it matter? No... She turned her head back to the front and concentrated on putting her pussy where it got the most pleasure.
For a bit, there was no sound in the room except for Coach Garber puffing and the meaty smacks of his crotch slamming into the short woman's blocky ass -- then Jiang Yi started a litany of "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!" She got through that sequence three times before throwing her head back and screaming "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" throwing herself back against Martin at twice his original rate for a few seconds before stopping and dropping back onto her elbows, panting. There were tears on her face when she turned to look back at Martin, begging, "Don't stop! PLEASE, don't stop!" Martin just grinned ferally and kept stroking.
The woman might be wide and stocky and unexciting to look at, but she was a good fuck! Martin had some ancient experience with Oriental women -- mostly Vietnamese 'B girls' and a couple of Thai women he'd met on pass -- but he'd been exposed to their temperament. They were very practical about sex; money trumped sex -- Hell, money trumped love! Daughters were a problem to Papa-san -- another mouth to feed, with none of the benefits of having a son; poor families would sell daughters into sex slavery, more or less legally. Daughters understood that sex was a tool to help them survive, and they would trade it for money and protection without a second thought -- it wasn't a fate worse than death, it was a way to make ends meet. Martin had gotten out after his hitch, but not before listening to tales from the NCOs (Sergeants) about how in Korea, you could rent a woman who would find you a place to live, cook, clean, shine your boots, press your uniform and warm your bed for fifty bucks a week -- or was it a month? -- and never mention the 'L' word unless YOU did!
That musing brought him back to the woman acting as a sheath for his cock. In 'Nam, he'd learned that the skinny ones were flexible and practiced and could do just about anything, but they were blasé about it, even during the act. Besides, it was like fucking a little kid -- Hell, sometimes it WAS fucking a kid -- you couldn't always tell until you could see their pussies... Many of them were under age in any case -- no one cared about that. Martin had learned to 'settle' for the less favored; they tended to be more enthusiastic and more grateful -- and if you couldn't REALLY tell whether it was for the money or the sex, you could at least kid yourself. He got teased about it by his buddies; his infrequent outings being called 'ugly duckling hunts,' but he honestly felt he got better sex.
This fuck reminded him forcibly of those days; the woman was enthusiastic and fully cooperative, and her tear-stained face told him all he needed to know about how she felt about it. As advertised, this woman WANTED a fuck -- and she would take everything he had to give, so he rode her hard, knowing that she would thank him for it.
As for Jiang Yi, the gods had apparently finally forgiven her. If she could get this every once in a while, she would be a happy woman! Orgasm had been the icing on the cake; she wasn't really sure a man could get her there, any more -- certainly, the white boy she had fucked during her pregnancy had produced uneven results back then... It had been wonderful before; when the shock wave of her climax flashed through her, it was a lot more than just a pleasant surprise! Now, hurling herself back at the man fucking her, she could feel the potential for another orgasm building in her and her happiness knew no bounds!
Martin recognized her enthusiasm for what it was and shifted his stroke somewhat in an effort to prolong his pleasure long enough for her to get what she was working for. Recent events were sort of amusing to him; he'd never thought of himself as a stud, but here he was, fulfilling the role, at least momentarily...
Adele sat mesmerized, watching the couple go at it. She wanted to reach into her slacks and finger her clit something AWFUL -- but what would they think of her? Suddenly, Candace's lips were at her ear, whispering, "So, are you horny?"
"Hank is going to need a blow job, or he's never going to last as long as his father. Want to give it? It'll be an excuse to get yourself off..." Candace grinned slyly.
"Okay!" Adele croaked.
Hank wasn't far away, of course -- he was watching from the doorway, stroking his meat, but leaning around the door facing so that it wasn't visible to the others. Seeing Candace headed his way, he stepped back and adjusted himself -- but you couldn't miss the lump in his sweatpants that his erection created. Candace smiled at him. "Come on, Honey -- I don't think they're going to last much longer. Adele will blow you and take your first load so you can enjoy Jiang Yi longer..."
Hank pursed his lips. "She's not much to look at..."
Candace smiled crookedly. "Neither are YOU, Hon, until somebody sees that dick of yours!" She gazed back into the living room, "Is there any question whether she's a good fuck or not?"
"Okay, then," Candace insisted. "Performance trumps looks -- when you learn that, you'll be a happy guy." She got serious, locking eyes with him. "You understand what you need to do, right? Once you've got things going, take off your mask so we can prove your age. Enjoy yourself, and give her a good ride, okay? And remember that you're no doubt going to be fucking her daughter..."
"Yeah..." Hank grinned from ear to ear. "No problem. So Adele is going to suck me?"
"Yeah. Go get it, Champ!" Candace slapped him on the back as he strode forward.
Adele started divesting herself of clothing as he came forward, holding up a finger for him to wait as she stepped out of her pants and panties, then settling to her knees while she hauled off her blouse and worked at her bra. Watching Martin fucking Jiang Yi left her so hot that shame and embarrassment were beyond her. "Play with my titties?" she asked as she hauled down his sweatpants. "I want to cum, too!"
"Sure," Hank grunted as the black woman dove on his cock. He took a moment for comparisons; Mrs. Hayes was rounded, where Ms. Ho was squared off, which pointed up the fact that Ms. Ho wasn't fat, merely stocky. Both women had a certain puffiness to their flesh, but in Ms. Ho it was limited to her stubby hands and feet and calves and forearms; closer to her trunk, Ms. Ho appeared to be more muscular.
Mrs. Hayes, on the other hand, was what you might call fully fleshed. She was rounded just about everywhere. Her ass was round, her big tits were round, her shoulders were round... She had a little round pooch to her belly. She had a hand between her thighs, whirling over her puffy pussy lips, and she was making like a Hoover on his dick... He reached down and collected a round fat breast and started mauling her dark chocolate nipple.
Jiang Yi never noticed; she was staring, unseeing, at the other couch arm, her whole consciousness focused on the piston working in her womanhood. There had been days -- lots of them -- when she felt that she was now a drone, a sexless laborer -- but her body was telling her different, now, clearly... She was going to cum again, soon, if the stallion pounding her would just hold out; as it was, she was again unable to be silent... "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes!"
Martin recognized this for what it was and welcomed it; he wasn't Superman, after all, and he wasn't that incredibly in practice, either. He let her excitement begin to carry him toward his own goal by helping him maintain his pace against the creeping exhaustion. In a few moments, though, it became clear that he was losing control and it might be a race...
But it wasn't an issue. Moments later, Jiang Yi arched herself, staring sightlessly at the ceiling, tensed, shook, turned cherry-red in the face, and shrieked at the top of her lungs as orgasm lifted her to the stratosphere on a mushroom cloud of pleasure. Martin, released, growled, pounded himself mercilessly into her for a half-dozen strokes, and released his seed into her clutching twat, then collapsed atop her.
Caught up in the excitement, Hank grabbed the back of Adele's head and pinned her while he painted her tonsils with jism. Adele did little more than grunt and swallow, riding her own climax brought on by her whirling fingers and the aura of hot sex.
There ensued a moment of quiet while everyone recovered; Hank let go of Adele's head and made to step back, but she held him there and vacuumed him clean before releasing him.
Jiang Yi didn't want to do what she did next, but she had no choice; "You're heavy!" she grunted, gasping.
"Sorry!" Martin lifted himself away. Jiang Yi straightened, then reached down to cup her runny crotch. Martin grunted, "Wait a sec," and headed off, coming back fairly quickly with a towel. Jiang Yi took it and carefully arranged first it and then herself on the couch, eyeing Adele and Hank thoughtfully. She looked up at Martin. "Will you be doing that again?" she asked.
"I don't see why not," he replied. "Do you?"
Jiang Yi turned to Candace and said solemnly, "I want to join this group. What do I have to do?"
"That's easy," Candace chuckled. "Fuck him." She pointed at Hank.
Jiang Yi observed Hank with her head tilted to one side. "He looks like a boy."
"Look again," Honey -- he's all man!" Candace retorted. "Go show her that spike of yours," she told Hank.
For the second time in an hour, Jiang Yi found herself with a cock in her hand. This one was different -- narrower, and possibly longer, and VERY rough-looking. She looked up at the man's eyes. "Do you want me?"
"Yes." It was the answer he was there to give, but Hank decided more or less on the spot that it was also true. "Let's throw the couch cushions on the floor and do it there."
"All right," Jiang Yi replied calmly. Who was she to argue? She got up and helped Hank move the coffee table to give them more room, then helped him dump the cushions on the floor and arrange them. "How do you want me?"
"You've done doggie," Hank replied. "Down on your back, I guess. Lift your knees so I can get in deep."
Jiang Yi did as she was asked, a bizarre fatalism settling over her as she rocked back holding her knees spread wide so that she could be plundered by the rangy male above her. In the background, she heard a murmur; it took her a moment to decipher it, but eventually she puzzled out the words, "Get the camera."
"Camera?" She blinked owlishly.
"Yes, Honey," Candace replied. "This is your initiation." She nodded at Hank. Jiang Yi's eyes swung back to him just as his cock parted her labia; he snapped his hips, and was in deep, immediately, due to the quantity of Jiang Yi's juices and his father's semen lubricating her vagina.
"Oooohhh!" Jiang Yi's eyes bugged. Hank pulled out, then drove himself into her again, and then a third time before setting up a rhythm in her.
That rhythm was half-again as fast as his father's driving stroke, and every one of them ended with an impact of his pubic bone on Jiang Yi's. It was instantly incredible; any thought of escaping from the camera was gone before she could act on it. Instead, she turned to regard the thing, owlishly.
"You see, Honey," Candace explained, "one of the things that goes on in this group is that women our age fuck under age boys. That's just one issue, but it's illegal, so we all like to have a little something to keep new members from getting silly and causing the group trouble. Do you understand?"
"Uh... huh..." Jiang Yi nodded. What Candace was saying penetrated to her, but she wasn't making a lot of sense out of it; she was too busy fucking.
Candace turned to Adele. "Help him with his mask -- he's busy." Adele squatted next to the rutting couple and removed Hank's mask.
Jiang Yi watched this and examined the result distantly as Candace went on. "So you see, Honey, you were right. Your current partner IS a boy, legally, which could get you into trouble, just like the rest of us. Every adult woman in the group has this kind of a skeleton in her closet, minimum -- and some of us have worse, right Adele?"
Adele swallowed. "Yes."
Jiang Yi really couldn't spare enough mental resources to get it. The guy who was ironing her insides, working every fold of her pussy, was young. That was bad? It was GREAT! Looking mildly irritated, she waved Candace off, "Fine." Turning her attention to Hank, she rubbed his flanks, and staring into his eyes, she said two words: "Fuck me!"
Hank just grinned and kept going. The chunky Oriental woman wasn't even pretty, but she could fuck -- and she was VERY cooperative! She seemed to be getting off on his pile-driver rhythm, so he just kept driving, going for depth.
Candace stood, shrugged. "Let's make a movie." Someone had finally taught her how to run the video camera; now she understood everything she needed to know. Waving Adele back, she started videoing the couple, making sure to get good face shots so that both participants would be clearly identifiable. Then she did a long panorama shot that swung from their faces to the point of their frantic joining and back -- just in time to capture Jiang Yi's first red-faced, screaming orgasm under Hank. "Well," she muttered to herself, "THAT's pretty good..."
Every orgasm came easier to Jiang Yi. The first had been slow to come, but HUGE; the second somewhat quicker, but maybe even bigger! The third, under the driving attack of the red-haired boy, wasn't a nuclear explosion, maybe, but it was above the mid-range, for sure --and it came quickly. And Jiang Yi hadn't even recovered from it before she felt the precursors of number four...
Candace eyed Adele, who was watching the couple fuck avidly. When the black woman glanced at Martin, Candace forestalled her, "Uh uh. You have a pelvic exam, remember? Besides, you had some fun -- if you need more, fuck the doctor or something. Get dressed, you need to be out of here."
Jiang Yi came two more times before Hank announced, "Gonna cum!" in a strained grunt. It was just as well; she was totally exhausted. Candace captured it all on video -- Hank's strained features, his antics as he pumped semen into the Oriental woman, and the oozing creampie left by his withdrawal. She shut off the camera and handed it to Adele. "Okay, we've got what we need here, go home and get your exam. Remember to have someone video the doctor..."
"Right," Adele nodded. "How are you getting home?"
"We'll get a ride from the boys," Candace told her. "Go!"
Adele got out, stopping only long enough to dig in her purse for a pill. "Here -- in case she needs it." Candace waited only long enough for the door to close behind her before beginning to undress. Martin eyed her. "What...?"
"You know what!" Candace replied, striding over to him and jerking down his sweatpants.
"I don't think I have another round like that in me," Martin protested weakly -- but his cock was rigid from watching the other couple rut.
"You don't have to, Honey -- I'll ride on top!" Candace replied. "You two, clear off those cushions! We need 'em!" She led Martin to the cushions by his erection.
Jiang Yi collected her towel and settled into a chair with it bunched in her crotch to catch the drips. "Come here," she directed Hank, patting the chair arm. "Talk to me! Is it generally like this?"
Hank settled onto the chair arm, and the blocky Oriental woman began rubbing his back with one hand. "What do you mean?"
"Everybody just... fucks?" Jiang Yi watched the blonde woman settle over her first lover of the afternoon's rigid member.
"Well, pretty much, I guess," he admitted. "There are some politics in it here and there, but in general, it's about sex."
"I wasn't all there for the video thing," Jiang Yi admitted. "What was so important?"
"I'm under age," Hank related, "so fucking me is illegal. That gives the group a hold on you and ensures your silence."
"More or less. We won't USE it -- it's just a fail-safe. Protection." He turned to face her, his grin malicious, "But it DOES mean that to a certain extent we own you -- especially any of us who are under age!"
"So, what would you make me do, anyway?" she asked.
"Fuck people, I guess."
"That's not punishment, for me," Jiang Yi insisted.
"It might be, at some point," Hank pointed out.
Hank hopped up off the chair arm and turned to face her, putting a knee on the arm and basically shoving his hard cock in her face. "Why don't you clean me up?"
"Oh! You're so EVIL!" Jiang Yi exclaimed sarcastically, rolling her eyes, then leaned forward and sucked him in. Men! They were STILL bad, but there were compensations... She watched with one eye as the blonde woman rode up and down on the older man, loudly declaiming how good he felt in her.
Beth and Louise took Dr. Rankin to an early dinner before heading on out to the Hayes. This gave Robert a chance to pump them a bit. "So what happened to you two a while back?" he asked.
"Life happened, I guess," Louise related. "I joined the group, and Beth ran into some limitations on her availability. We were too much in demand elsewhere to be able to pursue things."
"How big is the group?" Robert asked.
"Well, we're not the Masons or the VFW -- or even the PTA. And we're experiencing a growth spurt, so I can't be specific. Let's say twenty or thirty, tops."
"That's headed for a size that's well-nigh uncontrollable," Robert observed.
"That's why we do things to ensure secrecy," Louise replied. "And we're still nervous..."
"And you should be," Robert agreed. "Why are you growing so rapidly?"
"The group isn't totally a democracy," Beth replied diffidently. "Certain members have more control than others. Some of our younger male members stumbled onto some young girls doing things that made them seriously blackmail-able -- and of course they can't pass THAT up..."
Robert nodded, poker-faced. "Yeah, I can see that."
Louise smirked. "I figured you would, being male..." Robert shrugged, grinning.
After dinner, the trio drove to the Hayes'. Randy let them in. "Your mama isn't home yet, then?" Louise asked.
"Well, that means that the other thing is probably going well," Beth guessed.
"Other thing?" Robert asked.
"His mama and another female member went out to talk to the mother of the girl you examined earlier," Louise explained. "We want to bring her into the group, because her daughter is scared that she'll get wind of things and cause trouble. If they're still out, they've probably succeeded, and the girl's mother is getting laid."
"I see," Robert nodded. "Part of the uncontrolled growth spurt."
"Uh huh," Louise nodded.
"Alyssa!" Randy yelled. "They're here!"
"Coming!" A young black girl with seriously rounded curves came down the stair wearing a robe.
"Ah! Your next patient!" Louise announced.
"Okay, same drill, I guess," Robert instructed.
"Including the history?" Beth asked.
"Yes. This is a real exam, and it needs a real history to make it complete."
"Very well, Doctor."
This time, they settled on the dining room. Setup didn't take too terribly long, although they ended up having Randy move a floor lamp close by. Robert completed the exam and stood. "Next!"
Louise pursed her lips. "This is where it gets complicated," she declared.
"How so?" Robert asked.
"Your next patient is SUPPOSED to be her mother, but she's apparently delayed. There is a third patient, but we're a little concerned about how you'll react."
"Oh." Robert was rocked. "Why does she require examination? She shouldn't be having sex..."
"We're aware of that, Baby," Louise replied, sighing, "and I think I speak for literally everyone in the room when I tell you that we've ALL insisted on that until we were blue in the face, but..."
"We've managed to limit her to fellatio and cunnilingus," Louise related, "but it's only a matter of time. You yourself have indicated that when they're ready, looking the other way is stupid..."
"I'll talk to her," Robert said firmly.
Louise flicked her glance to Randy. "Get Brie."
The black boy returned with this little pint of peanuts in brushy doggie-ears. "You're kidding, right?" Robert asked Louise.
"What's your name, Honey?" Robert asked gently.
"Brie. You're the doctor, right? Where do I lie down?" Brie asked.
"I'm the doctor, yes," Robert agreed. "Why do you want an exam? Because your sister got one?"
"Mama is gonna get one, too, right?" Brie asked.
"Well, I'll need one. I need pills."
"Because I'm gonna lose my cherry on my thirteenth birthday," Brie announced calmly. "I already have the boy picked out."
Robert rocked back. "Don't you think you're a little young?"
"No. I'd be doing it already, but everybody is all lined up telling me not to!" Brie insisted.
"Look, Doctor. There are girls in my school who are having babies. I'm having periods. Everything works. Why does everybody want to get all excited?" Brie ranted.
"Well, Honey, you're LITTLE!" Robert burst out. "Girls your size can't tolerate pregnancy -- they're not big enough! It's not good for the mother and it's not good for the baby!"
"Well, duh!" Brie rolled her eyes. "That's why I need pills!" Adults all over the room covered their faces.
'My God, she's precocious!' Robert mused. "I see we're covering old ground."
"Totally!" Brie rasped.
"Well, I guess it won't hurt to give you an exam..." Robert murmured.
"Good!" Brie dropped her robe right there and strutted to the table. "Help me up, Big Brother!" Randy knelt and made a stirrup of his interlaced fingers; Brie put a bare foot in it and levered herself onto the tabletop. "Do I lie back?"
"Not yet," Robert replied. "We need to do some more general tests and get a history from you, first." He waved Louise and Beth forward.
"This is a first for me," Robert muttered to Randy. "Who told her she could lose her virginity on her birthday?"
Randy shrugged. "You see how she is. We made her promise to wait that long. In return, she gets to do other things. We figured that we can't stop her, but maybe we can keep it in the group, you know?"
Robert was as thorough as he could be. Brie revealed that she had had four periods thus far, and that she was prone to some cramping; Alyssa indicated that she and her mother cramped some, too. Brie was just sprouting pubic hair; while it was visible, it was nowhere near as luxuriant as her sister's. Her breasts were limited to a pair of puffy areolas with just a bit of tissue under them. Her hymen was intact. "I can't put a speculum in you," Robert announced, "It's too tight in there and I'll tear your hymen. You know, you're just too small..."
Brie was unmoved. "Check my butt, too. It'll open up."
Robert wanted to rub his face, but he was wearing surgical gloves. "You're something -- you know that?"
Brie grinned. "Thanks!"
"You know, Doctor..." Louise pulled him aside. "If you crank her anus open with a speculum..."
"Do we have the right type?" Robert asked.
Louise dug in the kit. "Yes."
"I'd rather her mother were here," Robert grunted. "This borders on abuse..."
Adele picked that moment to enter the house. "Oh, so you've started!"
"Yes." Robert couldn't really think of anything else to say.
"Alyssa is done. Brie is up here, being Brie..." Louise further explained the situation in whispers.
"Will it work?" Adele asked, when Louise had finished her suggestion.
"Who knows?" Louise shrugged.
"What about other options?" Adele asked.
"Like what? Sew her shut?" Louise joked.
"No... What about breaking her cherry surgically?" Adele asked.
Louise looked thoughtful. "Doctor!" She waved Robert over to her. Uncomfortable introductions were made -- without handshakes for sterility purposes.
"What about the anal exam?" Adele asked.
"Well ordinarily, I wouldn't want to hurt her..." Robert turned to eye the patient, looking troubled. "Are you asking me to?"
Adele sighed. "No. Do you think it will discourage her, anyway?"
"What about surgically removing her hymen?"
"It isn't necessary... I don't recommend it. Besides, when she tries to have sex maybe IT will stop her!"
"Can you prescribe birth control anyway?" Adele asked
"Okay. Do the anal exam -- she asked for it. Do whatever else you need to. And let's get her some pills, because we AREN'T going to stop her!"
"Fine." Robert turned to Louise. "Get the Hirschman and the Pratt. We'll start with the Hirschman..."
A Hirschman Anoscope is a metal tube with a handle and a plunger inside that doubles as the tip of the device. Once inserted, the plunger is removed and you can examine the inside of the rectum through the tubular body. Although narrow as opposed to a vibrator, for instance, it is still nearly the thickness of the neck of a wine bottle (not a tapered one, obviously), and some four and a half inches long, including the plunger or obturator. Robert deployed the device in a perfectly professional manner -- but that's not saying that it wasn't unpleasant for Brie. Nonetheless, she took it stoically, and asked afterward, "Did you see anything?"
"Nothing to worry about," Robert replied. "Sit up, now, and let's talk." Brie did so, and Robert began, "Okay, it's like this -- you're small. Your girlfriends who have engaged in sex and subsequently had children were undoubtedly bigger than you are. Probably, they developed breasts early and have big ones, for instance -- they're man-magnets. Am I right?"
"Well, yeah..." Brie admitted.
"You're just barely over the border into womanhood -- and I'm speaking as a doctor, here, not as a concerned adult. You need to relax and take things easy and grow a little bit. When is your birthday?"
"In a couple of weeks."
"I'm here to tell you that your vagina is NOT ready, and that it will be extremely painful for you if you attempt sex in two weeks. In my professional opinion, you should wait a year," Robert declared.
"But..." Brie didn't like THIS one little bit!
Robert forestalled her. "You can continue with the things you're doing -- they may even stimulate further development -- but what good will it do to rush out and have sex if it turns out to be an incredibly painful experience for you?' Older girls -- MUCH older girls -- can hurt the first time -- am I not correct?" Robert glanced around for confirmation -- and he got it in the form of murmurs and nods from the women present. "Are you looking for pleasure, or children?"
"Well, pleasure..." Brie admitted.
"Okay." Robert sat back. "As you doctor, I'm advising you as follows -- you can do cunnilingus and fellatio to within your oral limits -- deep-throat is currently out. Your body will tolerate anal sex. Each of these activities has precautions associated with it having to do with disease prevention. I'm sure your mother and sister and the nurses can cover all that with you without you being embarrassed by discussing them with me. I will do this for you -- I'll give you quarterly exams, and the minute I think you can tolerate vaginal sex, I'll let you know. How's that?"
"Well, okay..." Brie was crestfallen.
"I will also put you on the Pill, ostensibly for the prevention of serious menstrual cramps, but also for your protection. This may stimulate your development somewhat, also..."
"Cool!" Brie hopped down off the table and hugged him. "Thanks, Doctor!"
"Will it?" Adele asked.
"Well, I said 'might,'" Robert replied. Pitching his voice to carry to the young girl leaving the room, he admonished, "Brie! Whatever you do, do NOT do anything silly like doubling up on the pills! They are carefully dosed and you can screw yourself up something awful if you do!"
"Yes, Doctor!" Brie paddled on out.
Turning back to Adele, he added, "If you're concerned that she's going to suddenly sprout breasts the size of yours or something, don't be. Brie may even be a bit behind, developmentally, despite her obvious urges. Any stimulation provided by the additional hormones will be mild -- and will probably be beneficial."
"Thank you, Doctor," Adele breathed a sigh of relief.
"In fact..." Robert glanced at Alyssa, "if I might speak to you privately..."
Adele nodded and led the doctor into the kitchen, where Robert lost no time getting to the point, "Brie doesn't look that much like either you or your other daughter or your son," he pointed out.
"She takes after her father," Adele replied, "God knows why she's the only one."
"And her father is..."
"The same as the other two," Adele replied.
"Just checking," Robert murmured. "I did not mean to offend. Such things can be relevant, though."
"I understand," Adele agreed, "No offence taken."
"You're up, then," Robert replied. "You may want to clear the room..."
"Randy, run along!" Adele waved, re-entering the dining room.
"Don't go too far, though -- we might need you later," Louise pointed out.
Robert delivered another thoroughly professional exam. Pulling off his gloves at the end of it, he said, "Okay. Your eldest daughter is on a quarterly injection. I recommend pills for your younger daughter. You have options -- a patch, pills, the injection..." He went on to explain the benefits and dangers of each.
"I'll take pills," Adele decided.
Robert sat down and wrote prescriptions for the three of them, handing the injection prescription to Louise. "You're all set. I've promised little Brie that I'll look at her in three months, but you and Alyssa are good for six -- except Alyssa will need her maintenance injection. Louise can deliver it when it is due." Looking at Louise, he added, "Now what?"
Louise glanced at Adele and yelled, "Alyssa!"
"Yes?" Alyssa stuck her head through the door.
"Pay the doctor."
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