Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 35 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact. The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: MF mF oral ir
The Pact: Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Chapter 35
"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?"
"Gawd, yes!"
"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?"
"Nope."
"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."
"Blackmail?"
"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.
"Maybe."
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.
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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.
"Not yet."
"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."
"Why?"
"She's twelve."
"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..."
"Is she?"
"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.
"Ask HER!"
"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.
"Yes."
"Well, I'll need one. I need pills."
"Why?"
"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.
"Well..."
"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?"
"Maybe."
"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
"Yes."
"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..."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Cool!" Brie hopped down off the table and hugged him. "Thanks,
Doctor!"
"You're welcome!"
"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.
"Yes, Mama."
"Don't go too far, though -- we might need you later," Louise
pointed out.
"Yes, Ma'am."
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."