and began wallowing in it, smearing her entire face.  After a few
hard sucks and a tiny bite to the clit, April moved her face
right up to Terry's face, getting nose to nose.  She smiled and
said, "What makes you say that, sweetheart?"
     Terry was too shocked and excited to speak, but the look on
her face spoke volumes.  April taunted, "I see you like the new
me, don't you?"  Terry nodded meekly.  "You like having Mommy's
face between your legs, licking, sucking, and nibbling on your
cute little pussy wussy, don't you?"
     Terry found the words wildly exciting--intoxicating, though
the act was incomprehensible.  She could smell her cunt on her
mother's face and liked the smell.  Her mother's pretty, smiling
face looked nasty in a sexy way, covered with her vaginal
wetness.  She pondered the situation, realizing that her mother
was going through a change, a crises.  Latent lesbian tendencies
were blossoming and Terry began to see exciting possibilities for
herself.  Impulsively, in a soft sultry voice, Terry said, "I
dare you to do that again."
     "Ask me in a nice and nasty way.  Tell Mommy what you want."
     With difficulty, Terry said, "Lick my pussy, Mommy.
Please!"
     April scooted back to her daughter's spread and licked a
long broad swath up her vaginal channel from anus to clit.  She
repeated this under Terry's close approving scrutiny.  Terry
said, "Suck on my clitty."
     April sucked the hard, pink nub into her mouth,
tongue-flicked and nibbled it.  Terry moaned and placed her hands
on her mother's head, pulling her tighter, saying, "Oh yes!  Oh
God!"
     April brought Terry to a powerful climax then eased off
gradually as Terry calmed.  Terry looked lovingly into her
mother's face as she lapped the rich spend pouring from her hole,
occasionally thrusting her stiffened tongue far up inside, hungry
for her juicy reward.  With her mouth sealed tightly to Terry's
hole, only her eyes were visible above the bald mound.  They
locked eyes while April sucked and swallowed.  Terry said, "You
really like eating my cum, don't you?"  April nodded her head
vigorously, rubbing her nose on the clit.  Terry giggled and
said.  "I could tell.  I cum a lot, don't I?"
     Again, she received a thorough nose rubbing.  Inspired,
Terry began asking a series of yes and no questions just to feel
the answers.  This resulted in another climax and more juice for
April.  Finally drained, exhausted, and cramped from her lewd
position, Terry said, "Can we stop now.  I'm cramping."
     April raised up and said, "I'll get your father."
     Terry smiled and said, "Okay.  I'll wait here."


             "Good Doctor Wayne--Part III
By TIFFANY

     They arrived on time at Dr. Steve Wayne's office the
following afternoon.  Terry went in alone.  April had insisted
that Terry not wear panties to school under her shortest skirt so
as to prevent a rash after the shave.  Terry had to guard her
secret all day long, and wasn't always successful.  As she took
the offered couch and reclined as she thought she should, her
hands crossed over her crotch protectively.
     Steve marveled at the girl's youthful beauty.  Sex exuded
from her every pore.  She appeared nervous as he pulled his chair
alongside and placed a reassuring hand on her bare right thigh.
She flinched at the contact.  Steve gently stroked her in small
circles, saying, "Relax dear.  I won't bite.  I've heard so much
about you.  I feel like I know you."
     "Mom talks about me here."
     "You are all she talks about.  That's why you're here.
Terry, your mother has a very serious problem.  I'm hoping you
can help her."
     "What's wrong with my mother?  Is she sick?"
     "In a way, yes.  It's a mental sickness with a name as long
as your lovely leg.  In brief, your mother has repressed sexual
urges that are about to explode.  Have you noticed her behaving,
well, strangely?"
     Terry got up on her elbows and said, "Yes!  She's been
acting real strange."
     "I was afraid you'd say that.  Look, I need to know every
detail, no matter  how embarrassing.  You don't need to use nice
terms here.  Just say what you would on the street."
     "Well she's been trying to see me naked for the last few
months.  I could never figure out why, but every time I have to
shower or get dressed, Mom is right there.  Another thing she
does that I thought was freaky.  Well, she stares at me between
the legs, you know."
     "Terry, you can say the word pussy, can't you?"
     Terry blushed demurely and said, "I've never said that word
in front of an adult."
     "Remember, I'm a doctor."
     "Oh yeah, well, anyway, another thing is that Dad started
acting weird about this time.  My dad is a great guy.  We're more
like best friends, really.  All of a sudden I start catching him
trying to look down my blouse and up my skirts.  It was only when
Mom was around, though.  I knew right away that she put him up to
it.  Dad is such a wimp.  He does whatever she says.  Next thing
I know, Dad is grabbing my...my tits."  Terry smiled
self-consciously and said, "He grabs my butt, too.  Again, only
when Mom is watching.  I sat him down and talked to him about
this.  He told me that Mom was making him do it, but he wouldn't
tell me why.  He asked me to tell Mom that he was doing it even
when she wasn't around - you know, like complain.  Whenever I'd
tell her, she'd get all excited and press me for details."
     "Why didn't you simply confront her?"
     "I was too scared.  I didn't know what to think.  I just
trusted that she had a good reason.  It really didn't bother me
that much.  I got used to her seeing me naked.  And once I
understood where Dad was coming from, getting my tit squeezed or
my butt grabbed didn't bother me either.  It was like a game,
actually.  Dad was so funny.  Whenever he was under pressure from
Mom, he'd get all nervous and sweaty.  His hands would shake and
he couldn't talk.  I always knew when he had to grab me.  I read
the signs and made it easy for him.  I'd usually go near him and
practically stick my boobs or my butt in his face.  I'd take a
quick grope and act all embarrassed and upset.  Once we had our
talk, and he knew I was trying to help, he began to relax.  He
doesn't shake anymore, and he gives me a good long squeeze.  He
even acts a little aggressive, at least for Dad.  Mom really gets
off on it when he acts aggressive.  Well, honestly, I do too,
sort of."
     "Has he ever grabbed your vagina."
     "No, I think he'd die.  I'd let him.  I told him he could.
Last week, Mom told him he had to put his finger in me.  She
wants evidence, you know, she wants to be able to smell it!"
Terry shyly covered her face with her hands, saying, "God!  This
is so embarrassing."
     Steve rubbed her leg, saying, "There's nothing for you to be
embarrassed about.  Vaginal lubrication and the accompanying
scent are a normal, healthy part of our biological makeup.  I'm
curious, why didn't you offer to wet his finger for him.  I don't
mean by using his fingers, but by wetting yours and transferring
it to his."
     "Oh, this is embarrassing.  Okay, I should be honest.  I
thought about that, but I wanted Dad to do it on his own.  He
needs to act more manly.  That's why I figured Mom was pushing
him - to make him be more like a man.  And he was coming along so
well.  I figured I could help by making it easy, but still making
him take the initiative.  I pretended like me and Mom were
working on a joint project to make Dad a better lover for her.
That's the only thing that made any sense to me."
     "That's understandable."
     "Yeah, and when Mom started buying me these sexy clothes and
underwear, it fit right in.  I figured they were to excite Dad.
I wore them mostly at home.  I even started walking around in my
skimpy bra and panties, walking sexy like.  What blew me away was
that Mom kept trying to get me to wear that stuff to school and
out in public, places where Dad never was.  That's when I started
getting suspicious of her true motives.  Yesterday, she really
blew me away.  She came home with a present, supposedly bought by
a friend of my dead grandpa's.  It is the most obscene thing you
ever saw.  She told me this lame story about this oath she
pledged to grandpa on his death bed, that she had to do whatever
this guy wanted.  Heck, Grandpa didn't have a death bed; he was
hit by a truck and died instantly.  She said this man wanted to
see me in that bikini.  She made me put it on.  It was hideous,
really gross.  It's vulgar, in fact.  You can't even see the
bottoms when I'm standing with my legs together.  All my pubic
hair was showing.  She says, 'no problem.  We'll just shave it.'
She wanted to shave my pussy!  Oh, and she wouldn't let me do it,
no, she had to do it.  She blackmailed me to go along.  It was
awful - the most humiliating thing I've ever had to endure."
     "Tell me about it."
     Terry began a detailed narrative, self-conscious at first.
With Steve's constant reassurances, and his warm comforting,
non-judgmental personality, Terry was soon freely using terms
like pussy, tits, clit, and fuck.  She found it so easy to talk
to Steve, and desperately wanted to unburden herself.  She told
him in long drawn-out detail about being masturbated, but did not
relate the oral sex scene.
     Steve knew all about the shaving scene, having received a
call from April right afterwards.  Throughout her narrative,
Steve observed the signs of growing arousal as Terry recalled her
experience.  Her leg welcomed the feel of his hand.  Towards the
end, she used the foulest language, unnecessarily.  She was still
up on her elbows.  Her skirt had slid up her thighs several
inches, caused by her constant movement.  He knew that at that
pace, she'd take another twenty minutes to air her cunt--her
obvious objective.
     Steve leaned forward and said, "Having your pussy shaved
must have been quite traumatic for you.  That's a risky
procedure.  I better have a look."
     Steve deftly flipped her skirt back over her middle and
pushed her knees out wide.  Terry sucked in a deep breath and
stared with her mouth open as Steve studied her beaver with
professional detachment.  He leaned close, clinically moved parts
with his index finger, and announced, "Well, it looks like she
did a good job - no nicks."
     Steve sat back and looked into Terry's surprised face.  She
kept her knees out wide as he'd expected.  He said, "I know all
of this appears strange to you, but from what you told me, I have
new hope.  At least she didn't put her mouth on your vagina.  If
she'd done that, then we would have a serious problem."
     Terry bit her lower lip impishly.  She said, "Dr. Wayne, I
didn't tell you everything.  I was too embarrassed.  She did do
me with her mouth."
     "Terry, I told you how important total candor is.  Your
mothers life may depend on it.  Didn't I make that clear?"
     "Her life?"
     "Yes, her life.  Have you any idea how many women with her
condition commit suicide?  The numbers are staggering.  You can
read about it everyday.  Of course they never tell you what led
up to it.  Without proper diagnosis and treatment, you could be
reading about your mother one day.  Is that what you want?"
     Tears welled in Terry's eyes.  A serious, worried look came
over her.  She cried, "I'm sorry.  I didn't realize."
     "All right.  Now, tell me what happened.  Tell me every
single detail."
     Terry proceeded and quickly turned herself on.  Juices
seeped from her cunt.  Her labia lips swelled and opened
like a red orchid.  Recalling her mother's oral assault and not
being able to touch herself had Terry in a sexually frustrated
tizzy.  Steve sat dispassionately watching her squirm.  He could
see that all he had to do was expose his cock and she'd be all
over it.  He decided to wait for the big day, make her stew.
     When she finished, Steve took her ankles and pulled them out
straight.  He replaced her skirt and sat back.  A look of deep
disappointment showed on Terry's face.  He said, "Terry, I'm
going to ask you to do something that no girl your age should
ever be called upon to do.  Your mother can be saved, but not
without your help.  Are you willing?"
     "Yes!  I'll do anything."
     "I was hoping you'd say that.  I've grown fond of April.
Okay, here it is.  Your mother is like a pressure cooker.  All
her life she's been supressing her sexuality.  This builds the
pressure.  Now, there's too much pressure built up.  She's about
to blow.  What she's doing that seems so strange to you, is
venting some of that pressure.  She's desperately trying to hang
on.  She wants to live, see you grow up, bounce your babies on
her knee.  She has no idea why she's doing these things, but she
instinctively knows she has to do them.  Can you understand that,
Terry?"
     "Yes.  It is like she's letting off steam.  She seems so
calm afterwards."
     "Here's the hard part, Terry.  You are the one person in the
world that can vent enough steam to relieve enough pressure so
that April can return to a normal life."
     "Me?  Why me?"
     "Because you are the center of her sexual fantasies.  When
she first started having these feelings, her self image couldn't
take seeing herself doing these filthy things.  As a defense, she
projected them onto you.  Over time, she has built an elaborate
fantasy life with you as the star.  She has imagined you
doing every kind of perverse sexual act imaginable.  Mostly, she
has imagined you having intercourse with your father."
     "She imagines that?"
     "It's her favorite scenario.  Now, Terry.  Can you imagine
what you'll have to do to vent a lot of pressure?"
     "Let my dad fuck me?"
     "You do understand.  You are a bright girl, Terry.  Can you
do it?"
     Terry thought for a moment, then said, "I've never done it.
I'm a virgin."
     "That's not what I asked."
     "Yes.  Yes, I can do it if I have to.  I can do it for Mom,
but Dad would never fuck me.  I can't even get him to put his
finger in my pussy."
     "Let your mother worry about that.  I just want to know if
you'd be willing to sacrifice your virginity for this cause."
     Terry giggled and said, "It's better than giving it away for
nothing.  That's what most girls my age end up doing.  The only
thing that bothers me is this thing tomorrow night.  I'm not sure
I can go through with it.  I don't even know these guys.  Suppose
she wants me to let them fuck me?  I'll freak; I know I will.
Men scare me anyway.  Well, not you, but you know."
     "I understand, Terry.  Look, you do what you think is right.
I honestly doubt that April would force anything on you.  In
fact, by all indications, she is getting your permission for
everything she does.  Isn't that right?"
     "Well, yeah, I guess so."
     "It would be out of character for her to force things on
you, other than to exert pressure.  She will honor a flat no."
     "That makes me feel better.  What do you think is going to
happen tomorrow night?"
     "I don't know.  I have a hunch she intends to shock you and
your father.  I think you may see her having sex with these men."
     "Mom would never do that, never.  She's never cheated on
Daddy.  It isn't in her."
     "Terry, can I be completely candid with you?  Can I trust
you to keep what I say strictly between you and me?"
     "Yeah, honest.  I'll never tell a soul."
     "I'm going way out on a limb here, but this is too serious
not to.  Terry, I've been screwing your mother."
     "WHAT?"
     "I only do it to help stave off a total breakdown.  It's not
much, but it is something I can do.  It does seem to help."
     "You and Mom...did it...when...where?"
     "Right here every time she visits.  Right where you are
sitting, in fact.  Terry, I wouldn't blame you if you loose all
respect for me as a professional, even as a man.  I only wanted
to help."
     "I don't blame you, Dr. Wayne.  You might have saved her
life.  I think that's noble of you.  I'm just surprised at Mom.
Do you really think she'd do it with me and Dad in the house?"
     "I think she'd do it in the same room.  I think this whole
thing is a declaration of independence."
     "But where do I fit in.  Why is she dragging me into this?"
     "Can you think of anything dirtier than using your
beautiful, sexy, teenage, virgin daughter to sexually excite your
lovers, then have sex with them in front of her and your
husband."
     Terry blushed at the string of lewd compliments.  A smile
appeared and she said, "Wow, that is pretty nasty.  So I'm
supposed to make them horny, is that it?"
     "Yes, but that's not the biggest reason.  It's the lewdness
factor she's feeding on.  Involving you is sick and perverted.
That's what she needs to vent steam."
     "I better warn Daddy."
     "No, don't do that.  She wants to see genuine shock on your
faces."
     "She'll see plenty of that if she just kisses one of them.
I honesty can't picture her doing it in front of us, though.
Maybe she might take them in the bedroom."
     "You'll soon find out, won't you?"
     "Yeah.  I've decided to help her.  I'll wear the stupid
bikini.  I want to make them so horny that they'll fuck her right
in front of me."
     "That's the spirit.  Look, here's my card.  Keep me
informed.  Remember, I want details."
     "Don't worry, I'm not bashful anymore.  At least not around
you, now that we have a secret.  Dr. Wayne, are you going to fuck
Mom today.  I really think she needs it bad.  She's acting really
horny."
     Steve smiled and said, "My, but you do adjust quickly."
     Terry blushed and said, "I was just thinking about Mom."
     Steve looked at his watch and said, "I'm a little pressed
for time.  She probably is in worse shape now, though.  She's
probably out there thinking that I'm fucking you."
     "Do you think so!"
     "Terry, your mother has dropped so many hints that she wants
me to screw you.  Yes, I think so."
     "Why didn't you try?"
     "I'm a doctor, Terry.  There are limits.  Don't think for a
minute that I wasn't thinking about it, though."
     "You were, really?"
     "Why do you think I exposed you?"
     "Didn't you like what you saw?"
     "I loved it.  You have the sexiest pussy I've ever seen."
     "I do.  Did you notice I didn't put my legs together after
you let go."  Terry, once again, drew her legs up and laid them
out.
     "Yes, I noticed.  Look, we're wasting time."  Steve, once
again, laid them out, pulling her skirt down.  "I suppose April
isn't wearing panties.  I could just bend her over the desk and
give her a quick poke."
     "God!  You're making me all horny.  I love the way you put
that, 'give her a poke.'  That sounds so nasty.  I like it when
you say nasty things.  Can I watch you fuck my mom?"
     "It's fine with me, but it's up to her.  I want you to go
out there and give her this message:  If you want the usual
treatment, get naked, leave your clothes in the waiting room, and
bend over Dr. Wayne's desk.  Tell her I told you to say those
exact words and don't worry about who hears.  There are a couple
of men out there, but they are close friends of mine."
     "What about the lady?"
     "Marsha?  She's no lady, but she's cool.  Don't worry about
her.  Go on, your mother will get a big kick out of it."
     "Okay, if you're sure.  I'll do it."
     "Go, before I change my mind."
     Terry left the office, growing more nervous with each step.
In the waiting room, April sat alone across from two men in
business suits.  Marsha eyed Terry with intense interest, looking
at her legs for tell-tale semen trails.  She looked
disappointed on seeing none.  Terry went up to her mother and
whispered the message after telling her that Dr. Wayne made her
say it.  After hearing the message, April smiled and pushed Terry
away from her ear, saying, "I can't understand a word you're
saying.  And how many times have I told you that whispering in
public is rude?"  April addressed the men, saying, "I'm so sorry.
Kids."  She turned back to Terry and said, "Now, young lady.
What was that again?  And speak up clearly."
     Terry blushed crimson.  She knew that her mother understood
every word she'd spoken.  She hesitated for a few seconds, then
said, "Dr. Wayne said that if you want the regular treatment,
you'll have to get naked, leave your clothes out here, and bend
over his desk.  I'm sorry, Mom, but you made me."
     April feigned shock at the message.  She covered her face
with her hands, crying, "You should have warned me that it was
personal.  I'm so embarrassed."  April stood and said, "Well, the
damage is done, but I'm not going to be the only one humiliated.
Maybe this will be a lesson to you, young lady."  April took
Terry's hand and dragged her to the center of the room.  They
stood together, facing the smiling men.  April said, "You are
going to strip with me, Terry.  If that's all right with these
gentlemen."  They eagerly nodded.
     "Oh, Mom, no, please!"
     "Strip, Terry.  Strip off everything, this instant.  I'll
wait until you're done."
     "Mom, please don't!"
     "I said strip!  If clothes don't start coming off in three
seconds, I'll let them do the job.  One, two..."
     Terry reached for her blouse buttons crying, "Okay.  I'm
doing it."  Terry was methodically undoing buttons,
fasteners, and zippers.  The garments fell off of her body, one
by one, until she was left with only shoes.  Those she kicked
free.  She stood cowering in a crouch, hiding her breast and
crotch with both arms.  April placed her arms at her side and
made the anguished teen stand straight, staring blankly forward.
April then removed her own clothes and walked around Terry,
enjoying the eyes going from her to Terry and back.  Before
leaving, April said, "I have a better idea."  She turned Terry
around and kicked out Terry's feet a good yard.  She pushed hard
on the back of her neck until Terry had her head between her
knees, looking back at the grinning men from between her lewdly
parted legs.  April placed Terry's hands on her ankles, stood and
said, "Good.  Now you stay that way until I get back, and think
about what you did. Don't move your feet or your hands."
     Terry stared at the floor in abject humiliation.  April said
to Marsha, "See that she doesn't move an inch."
     Marsha came around the counter and joined the men on the
couch, smiling broadly.  After April entered Steve's office,
Marsha said, "Didn't I tell you guys this would be worth it.
Aren't those two something?  Look at that adorable little
cunny--a virgin, too, I hear.  You a virgin, sweetheart?  Ever
had a cock in that cute, bald pussy of yours?"
     The fire, ignited between her legs in Steve's office,
quickly rekindled.  The vulgar exposure excited her, but Marsha's
lewd words stoked the fire.  She felt her pussy fill with blood
and open.  Her clit throbbed.  She said, "No, I never have.  I'm
a virgin."
     She heard one man say, "Look how her cunt's juicing up."
     The other man said, "Look at those tits, would you.  Those
nipples could scratch glass.  Hey kid, we can see you're getting
off on this.   Why don't you reach around your ass and pull that
pussy open.  Show us some pink meat."
     Terry looked at them, but couldn't speak.  Marsha taunted,
"Come on, girl, show us your hymen if you really are a virgin."
     Terry found her voice, saying, "I am.  I really am."
     The first man said, "She just needs a little more
encouragement.  Hey kid, think about your mom in there getting
her twat stretched by Steve's cock.  Did he show it to you?"
     "No, he didn't."
     The second man said, "Do you want to see ours?"
     Terry said, "I guess, if you want."
     Both men freed their hard cocks and put them on display,
fisting their erections.  The first was thick and bulky, the
second was long, thin and arching.  She imagined both
entering her pussy and pictured her mother bent over Steve's desk
with his big cock buried to the hilt.  She was inclined to give
them what they wanted, but longed for more of the lewd
inducements.  The long cock with the flaring purple crown held
her fascination.  Marsha launched herself from the couch and came
up alongside Terry's right side, facing the men.  She placed her
hands on Terry's tight ass with her fingertips framing her slit,
saying, "I'm tired of waiting on her.  I can handle this."  With
that, she pried Terry's cunt lips wide open and declared, "I'll
be damned, there it is.  Isn't that a sweet sight guys?"
     The two excited men got up and knelt behind Terry, staring
into her pussy.  Terry liked being examined so obscenely.  She
felt the cool air on her hymen, warmed by their hungry stares.
While they were absorbed with her pussy, she got a close-up look
at both of their cocks.  Both men were fisting their weeping
dicks in her face.  Long Dick noticed Terry staring at his cock.
He went around to her front and knelt at her head.  Terry looked
up in time to have her vision filled with throbbing cock.  He
pumped, aiming his dick at her mouth.  He said, "Here.  Get a
good look.  Like it?"
     "It's really big."
     "See that clear fluid coming from the tip.  Do you know what
that is?"
     "Pee?"
     "No, it's not pee.  That's precum.  It's a sweet, honey-like
lubricant."  Before she could react, he swiped the head of his
cock across her lips, depositing his precum.  Terry jerked back,
startled.  He said, "Taste it."
     She licked her lips and found the taste agreeable.  He said,
"You like that, huh?  Want more?"
     "Okay, I guess."
     "You'll have to suck it out.  Open wide."
     Terry opened her mouth and took in the big head.  She began
sucking as he jacked off.  Behind her, Thick Cock stood and
brought his cock to her pussy.  Marsha said, "Don't fuck her.
You know what Steve said."
     "I'm not going to fuck her.  I just want to give her a
sample.  I'll just dent it a bit."
     "Steve's going to be pissed if you take her cherry."
     Terry listened closely to their exchange.  She put no
sinister motive on Steve's involvement.  She saw this as concern
for her welfare and respected him all the more.  The cock in her
mouth excited her greatly and she sucked hungrily.  She waited
with expectant anticipation for the feel of the stubby cock at
her opening, eager to feel the lewd contact.  She felt the
rubbery head push at her inner membranes.  He rubbed the hot cock
up and down her slick slit.  Terry was afraid that that was all
he planned to do.  She eased off the cock in her mouth to say,
"You can stick it in if you want.  My mom doesn't care."
     Thick Cock said, "Hey, the bitch wants it!"
     Marsha said, "Steve wants it too."
     "Don't worry.  I ain't going to take his precious virgin.
Hey, sweetpus.  I'm going to put the head inside.  You tell me
when to stop, okay?"
     "Uh huh!"
     Thick Cock grabbed her hips after centering his cock.  He
pulled gently.  Terry grunted with the increased pressure,
feeling the crown wedge in.  He pulled harder and the head popped
past her vaginal ring and pressed against her hymen.  She
squealed and cried out, "Oh, you're inside.  That feels weird.  I
like it."
     "God Damn!  This is the tightest, sweetest pussy I ever
felt.  Damn Steve anyway.  He gets all the cherries.  The
son-of-a-bitch ought to share."
     Marsha said, "He is sharing.  Why do you think he invited
you.  All he wants is first crack at the virgins.  You guys get
plenty of young pussy.  You should be grateful."
     "Yeah, I know.  I'm just having a hard time convincing my
cock.  Hey, sweetpus, after Steve takes your cherry, I get dibs
on being number two, all right?"
     Terry got her mouth off the cock and started to speak.  With
her mouth open, a thick, long rope of cum shot to the back of her
throat.  She swallowed reflexively.  While swallowing, another
strand caught her across the nose.  She fought to get her mouth
over the spewing cock, taking another jet on the lower lip.  It
ran down her chin as she fastened her lips around the cock,
sucking and swallowing.  Thick Cock was jacking off with the head
buried, beating his fist against her vulva on the upstroke,
driving Terry wild.  Marsha had to hold her in place to prevent
her from impaling herself.  Terry came while nursing the spent
cock.  Thick Cock came right after and doused her ass and cunt
with his hot spend.  The three adults disengaged and stood back,
admiring their handiwork.
     Marsha went for two towels and tossed one to Thick Cock,
saying, "Hurry, lets get her cleaned up before her old lady gets
through.  They don't need to know about this.  While she wiped
Terry's face, and Thick Cock attended her loins, Marsha said,
"Let's not mention this, okay?"
     Terry nodded, thinking it was an excellent idea.  When they
finished, she looked as before, only a little raw between the
legs.  The men returned their cocks.  All three were back on the
couch when April made her dramatic entrance.  She sauntered over
to Terry, dripping cum from her pussy, both legs heavily
streaked.  She paraded around Terry, saying, "Well, I see you're
still in one piece.  Do you think you learned your lesson.?"
     "Yes, Mommy.  I'm sorry."
     April smiled to the audience, then went in search of a
towel.  She found Marsha's stack and brought one back to Terry,
who was still holding her ankles.  April said, "Get on your
knees, Terry."  Terry instantly knelt at her mother's feet,
looking into her drenched beaver.  April handed her the towel,
spread her feet out and said, "Here, you clean this mess up."
     Terry started low and dabbed at the semen trails, moving
steadily towards her mother's crotch.  April was playing to the
audience.  She stood with her hands on her hips. lewdly offering
her soiled loins to her daughter's ministrations.  She said,
"Terry, do you know what that stuff is?"
     "Yes, it's sperm."
     Terry was at her inner thighs.  "That's right, and where is
it coming from?"
     "Your vagina."
     "Don't use clinical terms."
     "Your pussy."
     "Tell me how it got there."  Terry took her first swipe
through the inflamed lips, fascinated by the view.  She said,
"Somebody put his dick in your pussy."
     "Who?"
     "Dr. Wayne."
     "That's right, and what's that called?"
     Terry used her fingers to open the lips in order to get at
the semen seeping from her mother's hole.  She said "Fucking!
You were letting Dr. Wayne fuck your pussy."
     April laughed, pleased with Terry's response and the way she
boldly handled her pussy.  She realized that Terry was also
putting on a show for the three adults, and it filled her with
pleasure.  She said, "Are you going to tell your father I've been
unfaithful to him?"
     "No, never."
     "Yes you are. In fact, as soon as we get home, I'll sit you
down with him and listen while you do it.  You will tell him
everything that happened and what I made you do, won't you?"
     "If you want me to."
     "Terry, that towel hurts my tender pussy.  I think I need
something soft and warm.  Can you think of anything you could
use?"
     April was hoping that Terry would take the hint and say, 'My
tongue.'  Their eyes locked and April tried to send a signal that
said, 'Don't make me suggest it.'  Terry surprised her by saying
impishly, "I could use my mouth and try to suck it out."
     April beamed, saying, "That is an excellent idea.  You
should have thought of it sooner."
     Terry dropped the towel as April waddled into position over
her up-tilted face, centering her hole over Terry's lips.  Steve
stepped out of his office, leaned against the door frame and
smiled on the scene.  April and Steve exchanged smiles as Terry's
hands came up from behind and grasped April by the hip bones,
pulling her face in tight, exaggerating the sucking of her
mother's pussy.  April addressed her aroused audience, saying,
"She makes a marvelous fuck rag.  I should have thought of this
years ago.  What a waste."
     Terry caught Steve's presence out of the corner of her eye
and stepped up her efforts.  She moved her mouth over her
mother's clit and sucked hard.  April said, "Why are you sucking
my clit?  There's no sperm there."
     "I thought if I could make you have an orgasm, it would wash
down more sperm."
     "Oh, excellent idea.  Then by all means, make me cum.  Isn't
she a doll.  When she was a baby, I used to let her nurse on my
clit as a pacifier.  Her father used to have fits about that.  I
never should have stopped.  I wish he could see her now.  Oh yes,
honey.  You're almost there.  Flick your tongue on it.  That's
it, baby.  Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Get your mouth over my hole and rub
my clit with your finger.  Oh fuck yes.  I'm drowning the little
bitch.  Drink it down, baby.  Oh yeah!"
     After April's orgasm passed, Terry continued to lick and
suck her mother's pussy.  Her hands softly and reverently ran up
and down her mother's legs.  She moved her hands up April's front
and molded them to her tits, massaging them gently.  April
allowed the show of affection and devotion to go on for a long
time, then stepped away, leaving Terry in the middle of the room.
She said, "Get dressed.  Let's go have a talk with your daddy so
you can tell on me."


           "Good Doctor Wayne--Part IV"
BY TIFFANY

     April studied Terry, sitting quietly in the passenger
seat, staring off into space.  She said, "You played that very
smart back there.  You surprised me.  I didn't really expect
you'd stay in the position I put you in.  That must have been
very humiliating for you."
     "I got used to it.  I guess you can get used to anything."
     "Like your mother being a slut."
     "You're not a slut, Mom."
     April laughed and said, "You sucked my lover's sperm from my
twat and then tell me I'm not a slut.  Come on, Terry, lets have
a little honesty."
     "Okay, you're a slut, but I still love you just the same."
     "Isn't that sweet.  You know what I think.  I think you love
the idea.  I think it makes your pussy wet and juicy.  It does,
doesn't it?"
     Terry remembered Steve's advice.  She hung her head and
quietly said, "I can't help myself.  It just gets that way."
     "I knew it.  No girl could eat my pussy the way you did
unless she was really turned on to it all along.  Did you ever in
your wildest dreams think you'd be sucking sperm from your
mother's cunt?"
     Terry could see her mother becoming more and more excited
by the lewd discussion.  Her mind tried to look past the bizarre,
unfamiliar mother to see the mother she knew growing up, a mother
crying out for help in venting her repressed passions, a mother
desperately trying to hang on to life.  Terry did not doubt Dr.
Wayne's assessment of the situation.  She understood the wisdom
of his advice.  She impulsively offered,  "No, never.  I've
thought about licking you there before, though.  I think about it
all the time."
     "You've been secretly lusting after me and your father for
years, haven't you?"
     Terry blushed and bashfully forced an affirmative nod.  Her
mother smiled, saying, "Of course you have.  You can't wait to
wrap those innocent virgin thighs around his hips and take his
stiff cock up your twat, can you?"  Again, she nodded through a
deepening blush.  April laughed menacingly and said, "You fucking
little whore.  When I think off all the time we've wasted, I
could slap your face.  I hope your father takes a belt to you.
If I ever catch you acting like an innocent school girl again, I
*will* take a belt to you.  Is that clear?"
     "Yes, Mother!"
     "You ever lick a pussy before?"
     A shy smile crossed Terry's lips.  She said, "Mom, you won't
believe this, but just last month, I licked eight girls' pussies
in one night, and that was my first and last time until today."
     "What!  There better be a good story that goes with this."
     "There is, want to hear it?"
     "Of course I want to hear it."
     "Well, remember when we had that slumber party at Cindy
Hamilton's house?"
     "I remember."
     "Well there were nine of us girls, mostly from the swim
team.  We got to talking about sex and boys as usual.  We all got
super turned on swapping sex stories.  Jennifer Gordy suggested
we all play a game of poker and the first one that lost all of
her chips had to be the sex slave of everyone else.  Most of the
girls liked the idea, but me, Cindy, and Toni were against it.  I
didn't want to play poker as the game, because I don't know how
to play poker.  Cindy and Toni were just plain chicken.  The
others finally forced us to agree to play, but we set up rules.
One was, if the loser was a virgin, we couldn't stick anything up
her pussy.  Another was, no hurting.  Spanking was okay, but
nothing that might leave a mark.  Another was we all swore never
to ever tell anyone outside our group who the loser was.
     "To make a long story short, I lost, and quickly.  They
never explained the rules of the game very well, and you couldn't
drop out of a hand.  You had to bet no matter what you had.  I
thought I'd die when I lost that last hand.  Patty Griswald
jumped up and said, 'Let's strip her.'  All those girls attacked
me.  I was naked in seconds.  They spread-eagled me and felt me
up.  I had sixteen pairs of hands on me and mostly between my
legs."
     "How exciting!  Tell the truth, you loved it, didn't you?"
     "Not at first.  At first, I was scared to death.  They
pulled my legs up over my head and forced me into the splits.
They pulled my pussy lips wide open then took turns looking into
my pussy, poking at it, and making fun of my cherry.  Me,
Cindy, and Toni were the only virgins in the group.  They were
really disappointed to find that I was.  They wanted to play fuck
games, you know, fucking the loser with stuff like hair brush
handles and vegetables.  Anyway, they worked me over but good.
They fucked my ass since they couldn't do my pussy.  That was one
night I hated being a virgin.  Taking a large cucumber up your
butt is no fun."
     "This is fucking beautiful.  I love it!  What else got
shoved up your ass?"
     "You name it, if it looked phallic, up my butt it went.
Thankfully, they gave me a whole series of enemas before they
really got serious.  I was totally empty.  I was passing clear
water.  They got hornier and hornier.  All but Cindy and Toni
stripped naked.  That's when they tied me on my back and took
turns squatting on my face.  They held my head still while girls
rubbed their twats all over my face.  Girls that
were at the end of the line amused themselves teasing my pussy.
That's when I got turned on.  I licked the pussies without being
ordered to.  They thought that was great and teased me
mercilessly about being queer.  They didn't have to hold me after
that.  I licked their pussies anyway they wanted me to: standing,
sitting in a chair, lying down, doing the splits over my face.
That's all I did for the rest of the night was lick pussies.
Mom, I even had to eat two girls that were on the rag."
     "I was going to ask about that.  There's no way that at
least one out of eight girls wouldn't be menstruating.  How was
it?"
     "Not bad, really.   Sarah Brewer made me pull her tampon out
with my teeth and suck on it.  That was gross.  That grossed
everybody out."
     Did you ever go down on Cindy?"
     "Yes, and Toni.  Cindy took her panties off and Toni finally
stripped right before dawn.  Cindy was neat.  She went ga ga over
having me eat her out."
     "Some best friend, huh?"
     "She likes to tease me about that night.  She's been hinting
like crazy that she'd like me to do it again.  Heck, they all do.
They call me lezzy, and I'm always getting naked beavers shoved
in my face.  So far, they seem to have kept their word, though.
Nothing about me is getting around, thank god."
     "Too bad."
     "Too bad?  Mom, if that ever got out I'd be ruined.
Everybody is talking about Cindy's slumber party.  Everybody is
speculating about who the loser was."
     "Don't tell me Cindy's brother could keep that secret."
     "He couldn't, but Cindy would never tell Mark."
     "I could."
     "Mom!  You wouldn't, would you?"
     "When we get home, I want you to get Mark on the phone for
me."
     Terry's face fell, all the color drained.  She cried, "Mom,
I'm begging you.  Please don't do that.  I'll do anything you
want."
     "We'll see.  As soon as we get in the house, I want you to
strip naked, go up to your father, and take out his cock.  Don't
take no for an answer, just do it.  If you can get him to cum in
your mouth, I promise I won't tell."
     She whined, "But Mom, Daddy won't let me do that."
     "I know you are stronger than he is.  If you can't suck his
dick, it means you aren't trying."
     Terry sat back and stared out the window, watching her
driveway draw near with increasing anxiety.  With so many things
to consider, the one overwhelming consideration was that of
helping her mother with her problem and the awful consequences of
not helping.  Weighed against that, Terry finally set her mind on
one goal - following her orders to the letter.  When they walked
in the door, Charlie was in the living room, reading the
afternoon paper.  April stood behind Terry just inside the
entryway, watching as she removed her clothes.  She followed as
Terry padded into the living room, then took a station by the
fireplace.
     Charlie set the paper aside, prepared to welcome his family.
One look at Terry's naked body making directly for him froze his
speech.  Terry walked right up and knelt at his feet, reached for
his belt, and said, "I have to do this Daddy, please don't fight
me."
     Charlie, however, could not relax.  He struggled to keep his
pants.  Terry tried to force him to yield, but it was more
difficult than she anticipated.  In exasperation, she placed her
hands on his knees and pleaded, "Daddy, listen to me!  If you
don't let me suck your penis - in fact, if you don't ejaculate in
my mouth - Mom is going to see that I am ruined at school.  She
can do it with one phone call.  I could never show my face
outside this house again.  You know she'll do it.  I'm begging
you; let me do this!"
     Charlie turned his frightened eyes on April, while still
defending his belt.  He cried out, "April, please!  Don't force
her; don't force me.  I know how much you want this.  I
understand, but not like this.  Honey, stop and think about what
you're doing.  You are going to destroy our relationship with our
only daughter.  She'll end up hating us and will probably run
away, or worse."
     April shot back, "Charlie, I think I know my daughter better
than that.  I know how much she can take, and she wants me to
push.  She secretly wants me to expose the real Terry."
     "April, the real Terry is exposed.  The Terry you are
thinking about is a product of your imagination.  You created the
bad Terry."
     Terry observed the exchange like a fan watching a tennis
match.  With her secret knowledge of her mother's problem, and
with her father's confidences, she felt she could moderate the
argument from a higher level of understanding.  It was a strange
position to be in with parents.  She could say nothing, though,
only listen.
     April said, "Bullshit!  If you were a real man you'd see
right away that Terry is a natural born whore.  She's addicted to
semen.  She has to have it, and she'll go to any lengths to get
it.  She wants to get fucked so badly she can't stand it.  She's
a slave to her hot pussy and there's nothing she won't do to
satisfy it."
     Terry blushed at her mother's words.  She wanted
to tell them that she'd only had her first taste of semen less
than an hour earlier.  She bit her tongue as Charlie said,
"That's pure nonsense, April.  I dare say she's never seen or
tasted semen."
     "Forget about the phone call for the time being, Terry.  I
think it would be instructive for you to tell your father about
your afternoon.  Start with the message you gave me in Dr.
Wayne's waiting room in front of all those people.  Tell him how
you humiliated me in front of nearly a dozen people, many of them
my coworkers.  Go on, Terry, and be sure to tell him what
I did to you as a punishment."
     Terry picked up on the clue to exaggerate.  Though it
bothered her to lie to her father, she went along.  She gave
an accurate description of the event, taking this opportunity to
let her mother know what actually happened to her while she was
with Dr. Wayne.  She also put faces to the
fictitious numbers.  Charlie sat in numbed disbelief, glancing
frequently to his wife to get her confirming smug smile.  April
enjoyed the way Terry narrated the incident, giving April another
perspective on one of the most exciting sexual adventures of her
life.  From time to time, April interrupted to offer a lewd
detail, or prompt Terry in a certain direction.  Terry seemed to
read her thoughts, picking up hints and elaborating.  As happened
in Dr. Wayne's office, the telling of a sex story rekindled her
vaginal fire.  Before Terry was through, she had one hand between
her legs, the other fondling her breasts, and was using a steady
stream of the most vulgar terms.
     When Terry concluded her story, April folded her arms curtly
and said, "Well, what do you think of our little angel now."
     "Damn it, April.  What planet are you from.  You committed
adultery, publicly stripped and humiliated my daughter, forced
her to perform cunnilingus on you afterwards, also in public, and
have the audacity to point an accusing finger at her.  You
cheated on me, April.  You've been with another man.  Why?  I
want an explanation.  Forget about Terry."
     April pretended to ignore his tirade.  She said, "Look at
her, Charlie.  She's so hot she has to masturbate.  The girl is
shameless.  It's a good thing I noticed the signs early.  Now I
can guide her.  There's nothing we can do, a whore is a whore.
It's genetic.  Probably from your side.  Your mother was strange,
you have to admit that."
     "Don't change the subject.  I want to know about this guy
you're having an affair with."
     April marched over, saying, "It's not an affair; it was a
fuck.  And where do you get off talking to me in that tone.  When
did you grow a pair of balls?"
     April loomed over him, standing beside Terry.  She reached
behind Terry and propelled her onto to Charlie's lap.  As Terry
fell forward, she turned and sat on his lap.  Charlie
held her protectively as a shield from April's wrath.  His right
arm crossed over both breasts, his left hand rested low on her
tummy.  Terry settled in, sitting up, her back against his chest,
her legs outside his, sitting directly over his groin.  While
Charlie was focused on April, Terry placed her left hand on his