Doing The Doctor's Daughter

I’m proud of myself. I turned down a generous offer of sex from a beautiful young woman – girl, really – which could easily have upset my conventional, yet entertaining, life. I didn’t refuse her because of a noble principle. I’m not sure what that might be anymore. Instead, I rejected her out of fear of being caught fucking her either by my family, friends or business acquaintances.

Such a conflict is not new to me. My current marriage is stable, largely because of lessons learned from many infidelities during previous marriages. My wife, Lee, close to my own age of 50, is happily involved with her family, having a married daughter and son Mike, soon to be wedded. My business is successful and allows me access to a rich tapestry of activities, not the least important of which is enjoying the company of women. I’ve elsewhere described myself as a “pussy junkie,” though the current vernacular might be “horn dog.” Regardless, my habit of being unfaithful has become so regular that it seems only when I break it – by declining a woman’s carnal request – does it result in a quandary that is taxing if not insoluble.

Though pleased with my decision to turn down the enticing and vivacious Cindy, an 18-year-old ice skating student of my prospective daughter-in-law Ginny, I fear that in doing so I may have created a greater problem than I’d anticipated. Because Ginny and I are ourselves in the midst of a blistering, two-month-long affair, recently complicated by including her married ice skater friend, Carol, I wonder if I might find a more graceful resolution to the situation by informing all three women that I’ve decided to cease all extramarital activities. That might prove the end of the whole, ridiculous soap opera.

But it wouldn’t be very exciting. Nor would it do justice to the stunningly exquisite Cindy, whose young life already has been molded by the exigencies of raging hormones, wealthy, spoiling parents, and the bitter perils facing an intelligent though naïve, barely-legal beauty in a show business environment peopled by the conniving and rapacious.

Last Sunday Cindy propositioned me in my offices after I concluded an afternoon-long sexual debauch with Ginny and Carol, both principal organizers of an ice show under my direction that starred the 18-year-old. Now Cindy is prepared to audition with professional ice companies. I’d gotten to know the girl from a distance due to her father’s involvement as lead financial backer of the show and, unbeknownst to Ginny and Carol, she’d engineered a meeting with me after my two paramours had left my photo studio. Visibly hurt when I refused her advances, she said she’d contact me about a “thank you” party soon to be thrown by her doctor father.

So, I wasn’t surprised when late in the day on Thursday Cindy called the office. “Jay? Daddy asked me to call and see if you could come to the house for cocktails tonight,” she said in her high, sing-song voice.

“Uhh, I guess I can make it, Cindy,” I said. My wife, Lee, has sorority meetings on Thursday nights, so I was free. “Are Ginny and Carol coming?” I questioned, implicitly making their presence a condition of my attendance.

“Mm-hmm, on their way,” she said, quickly. “It’s real windy out here, so we probably can’t swim.”

“That’s okay,” I snickered. “I’d be uneasy with all you gorgeous babes in swim suits, anyway,” I confessed, glad that the blustery, late October weather might force everyone to remain discreetly clothed.

I left the office early to make the 25 mile trip, and had some minor difficulty driving into the hot winds that in autumn blow into California from the eastern deserts. An annual fire hazard, in southern California they’re called “Santa Anas,” and in the north, “Diablo winds,” or the more benign “offshore flow.” Whatever. For a couple of weeks they cause police departments to have fits, and jail cells to swell, as they make people crazier even than during full moon cycles.

I arrived at Cindy’s parents’ house and it was blowing hard. It was dusk, and I dodged a couple of fallen tree branches as I made my way to the front door. Carol’s car was nowhere to be seen, I observed, casually. Three rings of the doorbell brought no one. Walking around to the side of the house, I heard music coming from the pool area, barely audible over the howling wind. I yelled for Cindy a couple of times, went back to the front door, and rang the bell again. A light came on in the foyer and the door opened to reveal Cindy, her chest rising and falling from running.

“Sorry! I was in the pool and heard ya’ call me! Did ya’ wait long?” she asked. She wore a white, floor-length terrycloth robe and her black, Dutch-boy haircut and pert, foxy face were dripping with water. The belted robe accentuated her exaggeratedly curvy figure.

“Nope,” I said, stepping inside as the wind-driven door slammed behind me. “Everybody in back?” I asked, as she turned and skipped toward the rear of the house and the pool deck.

I caught up with her at the dimly-lit bar just inside the french doors leading to the deck. She turned quickly and gasped excitedly, “Before ya’ say anything…I lied.” Smiling guiltily, she admitted, “Mom and Daddy are still at the lake…an’ you’re the only one I called.”

“Damn it, Cindy! I told you we couldn’t do this!” I blurted to her. “Lying to me only makes it worse!”

“Oh, Jay, I’m sorry! But, how can I…how can I…talk to you if you always push me away?” she whined, stepping toward me. I exhaled disgustedly, shaking my head, and turned away. Then she bribed me by asking, “Want a drink?”

“Yeah, okay, scotch…over ice,” I said, exasperated but thirsty.

“Single malt okay?” she asked, emptying what was left from a bottle into a large tumbler.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, wanting to say I didn’t drink single malt with ice. She passed the glass to me, caressing my hand as she did so.

“Come relax. Please!” Cindy said, as she glided over to a couch, pointing for me to sit as she plopped onto a nearby ottoman. Her long, white robe parted in front to reveal her muscular skater’s legs from toe to high on the thigh. My groin pulsed as her knees glistened.

“First, about last Sunday,” she chirped, “Sorry I was so pushy. But I’d wanted ta’ talk to you when we were rehearsing the show and didn’t have a chance. Like I said, I know about you and Ginny and, while I was waiting outside for her to leave with Carol, I met your neighbor and we talked for the longest time,” she confessed, looking at me for a reaction.

The room was silent except for the howling winds outside. I looked at her, clinking the ice as I sipped, and asked, quietly, “Which neighbor?”

“You know, the pretty, dark lady…Erica…the doctor,” she said, trying innocently to hide some secret in the deep blue eyes that glinted from behind long, black lashes.
I took a long gulp from my glass, listening to the wind, and thought, Christ! Erica! That manipulative wench! What plot have you two dreamed up? “What’d you guys talk about?” I asked, probingly.

“Well,” Cindy purred, pursing her round, red mouth, “She said you were real popular in the neighborhood and that you’d…ya’ know…been together.” She said this softly, groping for a delicate way to put it, as she placed both hands in her lap and leaned forward with embarrassed emphasis.

“And I’ll bet you two just happened to be outside when we were ‘wrapping up the afternoon,’” I accused, euphemistically referring to Sunday’s wild threesome and wanting to expose Cindy’s duplicity.

“Well…yeah, we started to knock but it sounded like you were…ya’ know…busy, so we just went back to my car and talked,” she continued, fingering her black bangs, which by now had dried. “An’ later we went to her place for a cup of tea.”

“Mm-hmm,” I acknowledged, draining my glass and feeling more relaxed.

“Want another?” Cindy asked.

“You finished the bottle,” I said, wanting to retain all my sober faculties for this situation.

“C’mon, Jay. Daddy buys it by the case,” she giggled. “He, uhh…drinks a lot.”

My mind reeled at the ramifications of that statement, but I just filed it away. “Okay, Cindy, you’ve got your audience. Tell me more!” I said, as she got up to open another bottle and refresh my drink. The sash untied and her robe opened as she rose. Her succulent, young body flashed at me as she passed, and my breath caught as her breasts and loins showed only the briefest, black bikini. Outside, the winds grew in intensity and the dim light over the bar flickered from some brief power interruption.

“Well, like I said, I’ve got lotsa’ friends, but they’re all so young,” she said, repeating herself from the previous Sunday. She passed me the double scotch over the back of the couch and came around to stand in front of me as she retied her robe. She then sat next to me, slowly sitting on one underlying leg, which reopened her robe to reveal her front to her vulva, covered only by the thin, black triangle of her bikini bottom. Her probing look silently questioned the effects the calculated move had on me. “The guys I know are all so silly and selfish. They just don’t know how to treat me. An’ I know you do. I mean, everybody says…”. Then, catching herself, she tried another tack: “An’ I’ve always liked older men! Ya’ know…Daddy’s friends…”. Deciding against continuing in that vein, she snorted, breezily, “It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything!” trying as a teenager does to emulate her version of a worldly woman.

Unimpressed, I challenged in a monotone, “How old are you, Cindy? You say you’re 18. Prove it to me!” Though weakening, I found it impossible that this beauty could in any way need an old man’s sexual favors except, perhaps, to win a bet.

She sighed, then left the room for a moment, returning with her purse. I’d gotten up to look at the pool and wind-swept trees through the french doors, desperately needing some air to relieve my simmering hostility and the pervasive sexual tension. Showing me her driver’s license, I saw that she was, indeed, of legal age. “Where are your birth control pills?” I demanded, assuming – though ambivalently – that she had them.
Reaching into her purse, she produced the plastic container, which I studied closely.

“Been on ‘em since I was 16!” she bragged, flashing a proud smile.

“And Ginny? What about Ginny?” I asked, probing for a guilty reaction. “She’s worked with you for years, prepping you to be a pro, and now you want to nail her…her lover…behind her back!”

“Ginny’s my coach, Jay, and I love her!” Cindy gushed. “But I’m gonna be gone a whole year, I hope! Soon as I get with an ice company! I just can’t see myself going on tour when I’m so…so…”. Her voice trailed off, wheedling to nothing as she sought the right word.

“Sexually inexperienced?” I blurted out, relieved to pierce her mendacious veil. I hesitated to state that a one-year tour would provide her with ample opportunities to gain a world of practice.

“Umm, yeah…I guess,” she said, uncertainly, curling one hand toward me and moving her hips in that slow, self-conscious, equatorial circle that she’d done a few days earlier when attempting her seduction of me.

Jeezus! I thought. Another horny female who wants to borrow me! “I need some air, Cindy,” I mumbled, opening the french door onto the deck and stepping outside. I walked to a large picnic table and placed my half-full glass on it, shrugging out of my jacket to let the wind cool me off. I love the hot wind, I thought to myself. So pure, so cleansing, so…arousing!

Cindy slipped to my side, took my arm and, looking at the pool, pressed to close the sale. “Ginny doesn’t have ta’ know, Jay. Nor does Carol.” She turned to look in my eyes, “C’mon, I know you’re doing her too! Besides, Ginny’s getting married! I’ll be gone a year and then I’m off to college. You’ll probably never see me again after a coupla’ weeks!” she rationalized, speaking above the gusting wind.

I looked down at her innocent-looking, beguiling face, and decided not to tell her of Ginny’s plans involving me, especially after her marriage. The wind blew through my hair, and Cindy reached up to tenderly move a lock off my forehead. “I just wanta’…,” she said, with pleading blue eyes.

I’d like to say that the wind made me crazy. Not true. It only momentarily intensified my month-long sexual hunger for this kid. Yeah, she was a kid. But, as I pulled her to me, reaching inside her robe to pull it off her shoulders and let it fall to the table top, I knew that once again I was about to receive a wanton, woman-creature’s sublime gifts. The wind only made it a bit more romantic; no, wilder, more savage. Though Cindy wanted “help,” as she put it, I sensed that she also wanted a memorable tryst, and I was now prepared to provide her with a singular experience.

It was hot for nighttime, maybe 80°, and we were both perspiring a bit. I placed my hands on her neck, causing her to whimper, and moved them lower to her strong shoulders. Her body was a study in firmness. Her color was of fine alabaster, occasionally showing a bright vein or artery pumped full of her hot, youthful blood. She closed her eyes and sighed as my hands moved down her upper arms, and her 36C-cup breasts beckoned to me as I stroked inside her arms and down her torso to her impossibly small, 22” waist.

She gasped as my fingers moved to her hard tummy, bisected by the subtle, vertical, muscular crease I’d detected weeks before while she was in her skating costume. The sudden flare of her hard hips filled my palms before my hands moved behind her to caress her lavish behind, squeezing its expanse with my fingers to judge its resilience. She moaned above the wind as I retraced my fingers’ paths and moved upward to her sublime breasts, heaving now with deep breaths.

I swiftly unfastened her top, and Cindy’s tits sprang forth with glorious abandon, topped with bright pink nipples and small, slightly darker aureoles. I leaned down to kiss her, breathing my scotch-soaked breath into her as she groaned deeply in her throat and threw both arms around my neck. Cupping her tits and softly rubbing her nipples, I licked my way down to her cleavage and detected a hint of chlorine from her earlier swim. Licking around and under each breast, I looked up to see her watching me with studied fascination until she closed her eyes and groaned again while I sucked with increasing pressure on one nipple, then the other.

She began to tremble slightly and gasped, “Jay…my legs…my knees…ooh, I’m so…weak,” then she stiffened as I slipped her bikini thong off to drop to the deck.

Cindy blushed as I brushed the thin, vertical, patch of her otherwise shaved pubic area. Perfect for a skater, I thought, remembering her daring splits during her ice skating routine. Then I embraced her fully, drawing her up on tiptoe and crushing her body to me in a powerful embrace as I assaulted her mouth once again with my tongue.

My clothed, erect cock pressed into her belly and, quickly, my hand slid to her labia, which were slick with her collected, teenage juices. She relaxed completely and let me hold her up as I groped every part of her. Then she began hunching her vulva against my hand, accompanied by rapid little gasps.

We clinched together, mouths fused and tongues plunging, and she opened her legs more, all the while grinding her mound against my fingers, now probing her vaginal folds. The wind blew a horrendous series of gusts and scattered elm leaves around us as I held her aloft…and she arched her back with her first orgasm. She emitted three high squeaks through clenched teeth as she peaked, gripping me hard by the shoulders and closing her eyes. Just a warm-up, I thought, as she thrust her pelvis a few more times, groaning gratefully.

I spread Cindy’s robe open fully on the table and pushed her back to lay down, her ass even with the table edge. Leaning over her and standing between her legs, she once again accepted my deep kisses as I proceeded to cover her upper body with my mouth and tongue. After spending many seconds sucking at her mouth, neck and tits, I licked downward toward her vulva and then laved wetly the shaven creases on either side of her vagina, at which she moaned loudly, “UuUNNH,” and lifted her legs so her calves were under my armpits. “God! I’m so hot for you, Jay!” she gasped.

“Oooh, I need to touch you!”

I dropped my pants and boxers and my erection sprang forth proudly, its crown pulsing in the dim light. Cindy cooed a childlike sigh and raised up to grip my shaft in both hands, moving them from pelvis to glans with soft, loving strokes. “Oooh, you’re so big!” she said in wonderment, as a single drop of liquid oozed from the end to coat her thumb.

“Just enough for you, little girl,” I groaned above the wind. “Now…let me taste you.”

She reluctantly disengaged her hold on me, leaving my dick to flop in the turbulent air.
Her pussy was a model of perfection. As close to virginal as I’d seen, I imagined. No surplus creases, no discolored labia to indicate even moderate usage. It was just a plump, succulent, slit between two pink – almost red – fleshy halves that nearly cried out for attention. And attention I gave it. Her clitoris emerged proudly from under its hood, pumped full of fresh blood, and I flicked it with my tongue, causing her to fling her hips up at me and utter a soft cry. I then moved my extended tongue downward to suck away the accumulated juices and reveled in her sweet taste as she moaned my name: “Ooh, Jay…ooh, Jay…ooh, it’s…yes!” she exclaimed, as once again the dim interior lights flickered from the storm.

There was just enough light on the covered deck to see Cindy’s phenomenal body, aided by the harvest moon. On her back, her breasts poked at the dusky sky, with near-red nipples hardened into plump, corky nubs. Her abdominal muscles strained to push her drooling cunt to my mouth as I sucked down her pungent, teenage fluids. Her hard, fleshy thighs repeatedly clamped against my ears as she felt the joyous throes of a mounting orgasm. The cords in her calves flexed as her toes pointed behind my head, then flexed again as she drew them back toward her breasts, trying to suck my lashing tongue into her voracious center.

I grabbed her exquisite ankles in both hands, pushing them further upward so the plane of her crotch was entirely open to my demanding mouth. Her high whimpers and gasps became peeps and squeaks as I lashed her clit and alternately sucked her dripping inner labia past my lips to lightly nibble them with my teeth. As I grasped her nipples to twist and turn them, she exploded into a raging climax at the same moment that a blast of wind tore two fronds from a 20-foot palm tree and cast them into the pool. The noise was horrific, and surprise momentarily diverted my attention from her thrashing and yelping throes.

“My God…my Godd…my Goddd,” she groaned, quivering and arching her body upward as she descended from her peak.

As she relaxed, I placed Cindy’s legs in the crooks of my arms and regarded her beauty. Weeks before I’d thought of her as a Winona Ryder look-alike. But, on conscious reflection, I remembered a porn star from the 70s who could’ve been her predated double.

Desiree Costeau, I believe was her name. At 5’6”, with a 36-Cx22x36 physique, this girl was definitely a physical twin, given the characteristic roundness of all her parts. Tits, ass, thighs, calves, eyes, mouth, cheeks, her ski-jump nose, even her small, fox-like chin, were all delightfully round…yet the flesh was firm. There seemed to be no fat anywhere on her. As I gazed down at her flowery pussy, now open with engorged inner lips protruding, even it was especially plump looking. This was an alpha woman. And I wanted her. My month-long lusting for the vixen was about to end. And her lascivious, childlike curiosity was soon to be satisfied as my psyche screamed for that first touch of my cock to her sweet, teenage cunt.

She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes and nodded her head slowly at me, smiling down at my pulsating, veiny rod. The moment was here, and every nerve in my body shrieked as I placed the bulging head of my cock at the opening of her wet crevice. With one slow, purposeful push I entered her hot, slick tightness and she keened a long, high, pronounced whimper: “Uhh-huuee.” I then withdrew, leaving just the head inside her slurping inner lips as they emerged to lave me, and reentered her with a bit more vigor, determined to bring her up slowly yet resolutely.

I moved very slowly in and out of Cindy, gaining more depth into her hot, clasping vagina with each push. I got the feeling that I was plumbing virgin territory as I proceeded deeper toward her cervix. I imagined my member some ultra-sensitive piece of medical equipment, used solely to gauge the succulent topography – the peaks and valleys – as well as sensitivity of her young vagina. Satisfied that I was familiar with her terrain, I began stirring her to enlarge her for more vigorous fucking when the time came.

She was astonishingly moist, emitting copious streams of juice with each circular withdrawal. The junction of our loins was soaked as her fluids dripped down to blend into the fabric of her underlying robe. She closed her eyes and canted her head slightly to one side, uttering little high, gasping moans each time I entered her.

“Unh…unh…unh,” she softly exhaled, slowly breaking into a joyous smile that gleamed on her face. Moonbeams caught her upper body, which began to glow with light beads of perspiration. And, as I looked down at my aging, rampant barb deeply splitting the folds of her woman flesh, the wind died down, allowing us both to hear the liquid, slapping sounds of her youthful cunt paying rhythmic homage to my invasive, gnarled cock.

I placed Cindy’s ankles on my shoulders and braced myself with my hands on the table on either side of her waspish waist. She took the hint and grasped the edge of the table on each side of her buttocks. The leverage was perfect. There would be no fumbling…no embarrassing need for re-engagement.

She began mewling and meeting me thrust for thrust as I plunged into her. Her soft keening escalated into sharper cries and the beatific smile on her face changed into a more serious, plaintive expression that indicated her rise to a higher level of passion. Her brows took on a worried look that under different circumstances might have revealed a concern about her not climaxing before her partner…or not having an orgasm. She opened her glazed eyes and looked at me, as I dripped sweat on her tits from my brow, and closed them once again, smiling broadly when realizing that that would not be the case at all. There would be the orgasm she was waiting for.

I hammered Cindy now, hoping that she understood the lesson I was trying to administer: to tease me was easy; to lie, to manipulate, to treat me as a hired – or borrowed – stud...could be painful. So, I fucked her with feral abandon, drilling her so the table legs raised from the deck and scraped with wood-on-wood protestations as I punished her body. Her small but strong form was mine, and she knew I would do with it what I wished.

She began her ascent easily, crying in her deepest tones, “Oooh, Jay! Oooh, Jay! I’m…yeah…oooh, I’m…yeah…ooo-oww…ooo-oww…Jay!”

Signaling both of us, the sensuous wind rose again and I began plunging as deeply into Cindy as she’d take me, pounding away at her cervix. “Ahhh, God!” she howled.

“Ow, Jay! It…oow…oh, Do…me! Now…Jay! Now…now…NOW! NOW!” I obliged her, throwing my hips roughly at her and driving my meat into her fresh, young gash, reaming it as she screamed with the wind: “Cu, cum…ming…CUMMMMMMMING…CU’INNNG!

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, oh-nng…nnnggh…nnnggh, nnngghaah, aaahh, aaahh…mmmnn…mmmnn…mmmnn.”

This was too good! The clenching, drooling little love hole between Cindy’s legs became all of her. Every trembling muscle in her receptive body seemed to focus itself on pulling from me the boiling contents of my balls as she flopped about on the table, now creaking and groaning from the stress of our violent coupling. I seemed to grow twice my normal size as, finally, a huge load of seed fired from me, accompanied by my shouts of “Eeeyeah! Yeah! Yea-uhh! Eeyeah-uhh!”

As my bursting cock torched the entrance to her womb with rapid-fire spurts of scalding cum, and our shrieking mouths echoed our ecstasy, there was a sudden loud explosion from nearby and the night was filled with a blue-white glare as the lights went out. I lay on Cindy’s sweating form, my shirt soaking up our combined effusions, as she hugged me closely, with both of us panting and moaning. My legs were bloodless and threatening to collapse, and I giggled, which caused her to do the same.

“Mmmmy…God! I’ve…never…had an…orgasm…like that!” she gasped. “Wow!…An explosion!

And…fireworks! Mmm-ooh…what was it?” she murmured.

“Must have lost a transformer,” I mumbled. “Wind blew it out.”

“Oooh…God…wowww…awesome!” she beamed. “Mmmm, Jay. Jaay…mmmm. Ooh,” she said, shivering, “Can we go inside? I’m gettin’ kinda’ cold.”

Grabbing her robe and discarded bikini, Cindy stumbled inside in the dark, with me following awkwardly while holding up my drooping pants and jacket.

“C’mon!” she whispered, leading me upstairs through the darkened house. We entered her room and, as I undressed, she wiped away a thick stream of my spunk from her thigh and stuck her fingers in her mouth to slurp them noisily.

“C’mere!” she beckoned, perching on her knees in the midst of her king sized bed.

I stood in front of her as she cooed, “Mmm, nice!” admiringly, stroking my chest, one of my better physical features. “And, ooh, this…your cock…is beautiful!” she mewled, gently holding my package with both hands from underneath as if it were a small, furry animal.

My flaccid dick jumped involuntarily as she caressed it and she exhaled a small breath to lick her fleshy lips, forming them into a perfect “O.” The moon lit the room through the window and bathed everything in an azure light, reminding me of an old “blue” movie, as Cindy first warmed me with her hot breath, then engulfed the head and half of my cock with her babyish mouth.

“Mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmmm,” she moaned as she pushed her head forward and backward with agonizing slowness, cleaning my member of its fuck juice and bringing it renewed, stiff life. Her raven hair, brows and lashes provided a stunning contrast to her flawless, milky skin and fired my lecherous libido once again. As I looked down at her and she up at me, I thought that – but for her curvaceous body – she looked no more than 14 years old in the blue light. I groaned at the image and, taking the cue, she smiled devilishly and hurried her moist movements which caused a couple of streams of saliva to drip from the corners of her mouth to her thighs.

The moonlight caught them and they shown silver as they coursed from her lips, down over her knees, to pool into the bedspread. Pulling off for air, she wanked me fully and gasped, “Sorry…can’t take all of you. Maybe later…”.

“God, kiddo…don’t worry. We’ll get to it,” I moaned, afraid I’d explode from sensory overload.

“Cindy, baby, please lie on your back,” which she did. I placed a pillow under her fulsome ass and whispered, “Masturbate for me, honey. I know you like to.”

“Oooh…hoo-hoo, Jay, you’re so dirty. I love it!” she murmured, licking her fingers and delicately strumming her clit, slowly at first.

“Mmmm, feels so gooood, Jay. I’m pretending you’re fucking me with your big cock!” she said with a groan.

“Oooh, I’m gonna’ cum real fast! I always do! Mmm.” At that she closed her eyes and tilted her head toward the window so that her face was entirely illuminated by the moon. Outside the wind had died and the only sound in the room, other than her heavy breathing, was the rhythmic smacking of her greedy cunt lips as her fingers brushed them repeatedly, smearing my leaking cum and her young juices over her well-manicured mound.

My hand went to my cock as Cindy began grinding her hips up and down in a hunching motion. I stroked my full length as she slipped first two, then three, fingers into her dripping snatch and opened her slack-jawed mouth, pushing her lips out in a circular expression of lust. I was going to take her again, and wanted to be fully ready when the time came. And it came sooner than I expected. I kneeled on the bed before her spread legs as her thighs began to tremble, and the movement caused her to open her eyes to slits and regard my rampant prick.

Sensing what I was planning, she closed her eyes once again and began grunting from deep in her lungs “Uuu-hunnh…uuu-hunnh…uuu-hunnh…uuu-hunnh,” then, “uh-huuunh…uh-huuunh…uh-huun-huh, uh-huun-huh, nnngh, nnngh, nnngh.” Then she peaked, throwing her legs out stiffly and her head back as one hand went to maul the nipple and aureole of one breast.

I chose that moment to penetrate her. Grabbing her hips, I pierced her fully with my angry cock, driving myself into her to her cervix.

“Eeee-yeeeaaah!” she screamed as I struck home. I yanked her hips toward me, hoisted with help from the pillow, and began to pull her onto my cock. In my priapic excitement it had formed a slight upward curve, reminding me of a scimitar, a sword poised to cut and slash at the tender flesh of an imaginary infidel. And that’s how it acted, almost disembodied. With no subtlety, I gored the young girl at will, gouging her resilient inner folds with each thrust. I sliced at her female cleft as she heaved about, screaming guttural nonsense as my cock head struck her G-spot repeatedly and drove her into a crying, gibbering state.

She continued to climax, shrieking “Aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah, aaah,” until she could no longer breathe, and collapsed beneath my brutal plunges to moan…and moan…and moan some more.

I lay on her, bracing myself on my elbows, still deeply buried in her, and licked away her tears, snot and drool. She continued moaning until her breathing again became regular.

“God…Jay,” was all she said. Taking that as an affirmative sign, I pulled out of her, causing disappointed surprise, then – somewhat roughly – turned her over and hoisted her to her knees, at which she groaned, “Oh…Jay…”. With her head laying on her forearms and ass in the air, I spread her knees apart and poised myself at the aperture of her cunt. Her slick inner lips pouted at me in an inverted “V,” and I split them, pushing my spongy cock head back into her still-quivering heat.

Ah, yes! This was to be a superb doggie fuck! I thought. If what you wanted was “help,” my sweet little pooch, this is how I administer it at MY kennel. And, growling like some wild canine, I gripped her miniscule waist, my fingers nearly meeting around it, and began to fuck her compliant body until she lost all tensile strength in her muscles. She flopped before me with each of my feral thrusts as my loins smacked noisily at the round globes of her magnificent ass. She trilled and yipped her satisfaction like a driven bitch until she had nothing left to give or say.

Finally, she froze midway during one of my plunges, threw her head back, forth, and in a circular motion as drool flew from her mouth. Then she yelped, “Ah, GOD! GOD! MM-GOD! MM-FUCK! OOH! OOHMM! AHMM! NNMM! Nnmm…nnmm…nnmm,” just as I felt the hints of my long-awaited second climax of the night. Perversely seeking a new depository, I pulled out to her “NOOO!” and picked her up bodily, turning her around so that her face was at my crotch, and plunged my erupting cock at her mouth.

Two shots covered her face and hair, gluing closed one eye, as she struggled to clamp her lips on me. She was soon successful, as her sucking gullet vacuumed the remains of my load into her belly. She pulled at me longingly and relentlessly until my balls began to ache, at which point I unceremoniously collapsed beside her.

We stroked one another softly, saying nothing for the longest time. “My God, Jay. So that’s what it’s about,” she said quietly. “I had no idea…no fucking idea.”

“I thought that you and Dr. Erica had talked,” I said, cynically.

“Well, yeah. She said you were great, but…incredible…awesome!” Cindy said, once again employing the catchall adolescent adjective.

“Well, sweetie, much as I enjoyed this little ‘cocktail party,’ I’m going to give Erica a call and chew her out for encouraging…no, coaching you,” I warned.

A cup of coffee refreshed me. The wind had stopped and the night felt as quiet as my libido. At the door Cindy looked sleepy, full-lipped and well fucked. Her movements had taken on a softer, less-rehearsed manner and she kissed me with real feeling as she reiterated that her father wanted still to have his “thank-you” party for all of us involved in her ice show.

In the car, driving home, I phoned Erica at her place and admonished her for her role in Cindy’s plot to seduce me.

“Don’t be silly, Jay! You’re a careful man. I spoke with her moments ago and understand that you had a nice time! Isn’t she darling?” she asked. “I’m very anxious for her to visit you at your studio. Of course, mmm, I’ll want to see her…to…participate. And you know how I like to watch…and take pictures!” she exclaimed, referring to her voyeuristic habits.

Her carefree, though calculating, attitude deflated me. Things were getting truly complicated. And I didn’t yet know what I was going to do about the dangerously manipulative Cindy.