SUBJECT: Honey W.
AGE: Fifteen
Dr. Dale liked me so much, he took me home to share me with his wife.
Samantha Dale was bi and beautiful. She and her husband liked me so much, that the next time they had me over, Debbie Sue came along with me.
But that's really getting ahead of myself. It started with just me and the doctor.
Dr. Vincent Dale is a power in Hamilton town. He's handsome, distinguished, rich, active in town politics and civic affairs.
He's also very active in a different kind of affairs… more of that in a minute.
Anyway, he's in that inner circle of big shots which includes Mayor Glenn Grifter, James Womack, Ned Plymm, and some other guys.
They're all real buddy-buddy, that bunch. Ned Plymm was really the first of them to start using Beverly's girls to play for pay.
But it didn't take very long before the others tried us out.
Dr. Dale in his middle forties, and he's real handsome, especially for a guy of his age. Keeps himself in shape, too.
He likes the young girls… well, I guess just about all of the men do. But he likes them especially young, in their early teens.
That was why he wanted me, 'cause I'm the youngest of Beverly's girls, and the most petite, so I get a lot of calls from those who like the youngsters.
I mean, I look even younger than I am. I'm only about five feet tall and weigh about ninety-five pounds soaking wet.
Ninety-five pounds was exactly what I weighed when I stood naked on the scales in Dr. Dale's private office.
A man could get himself in big trouble, messing around with girls under the legal age of consent, which is seventeen in this state.
A respectable pillar of the community like Dr. Dale couldn't risk a scandal, like from getting involved with a silly little schoolgirl who'd love him and expect him to leave his wife for her, or a cheap little blackmailer who'd try to squeeze him for hush money. No, Dr. Dale didn't dare get involved with that type.
Which is why Beverly Harker and her girls – namely, us – were a real godsend for him, for his wife, and for all the men in town who wanted a piece of fresh young pussy, and could afford to pay for their pleasures.
Liking them young they way he did, Dr. Dale picked me as soon as he saw my picture in the album of photos of the girls.
Beverly showed our photos to him, and he picked out the one he wanted, me being the one. So, the session was set up.
It was on a Wednesday afternoon. Usually, the doctor's office was closed on that day. That was good, since it meant that there would be no other patients in his waiting room, and his nurse wouldn't be there either, since she had the day off.
My "appointment" was scheduled for that afternoon, at three-thirty.
Beverly usually drove me to the sessions, but she couldn't on that day, because there was a meeting of the faculty after school, an important meeting that she couldn't get out of.
But there was no problem, since the downtown area is only a fifteen minute walk from the school, and that's where the doctor's office was.
I was all dressed the way Beverly told me to dress. She said that I should look as young as possible, since that's what the doctor wanted.
That meant that make-up was out, so I left my face clean of it. I wore my dark brown hair in a pair of braids which hung down on both sides of my face. There were little pink satin ribbons tied into the bottom of each braid, which I thought looked real cute, and real girlish, too.
I wore a short-sleeved pink blouse and a pale blue skirt and pink knee socks and loafers. I carried a few of my school books with me.
After all, even a girl like me has to do her homework, if she wants to keep her grades up. I'm no dummy.
In fact, working for Beverly will pay my way through college!
It was warm and sunny when I walked to the doctor's office. I got damp and sticky under my arms. I reached the office ten minutes before three-thirty.
It was a big building, one of the newer ones, and his office was up on the fourth floor. I called him from the lobby first.
He answered the phone. I said that it was me, Honey, come to keep my appointment. He told me to come right on up.
His office door was closed but he opened it when I walked down the hall, and let me in. Then he closed the door and locked it.
I wrinkled my nose, 'cause his office had that smell that doctor's offices get, that smell of medicine and alcohol and who knows what.
Dr. Dale was all dressed up for business – medical business, and monkey business.
He was tall, a head taller than me, which made him about six feet, I guess. And his body was in real good shape, with wide shoulders and a flat belly and a neat small ass. He kept himself in good condition.
That was nice… lots of guys I'm with are in their late forties and fifties, and they've let themselves get all fat and out of shape.
Dr. Dale had wavy silver hair combed back. He had a thin silvery mustache. He wore one of those doctor's shirts, the thin white kind with the high collar, and there was a stethoscope hung around his neck.
He said that he was happy to see me, and he escorted me into the examining room.
All the finances had been taken care of before the meeting, by Beverly, so I didn't have to do anything like collect the money.
Which was fine with me, 'cause that would really embarrass me, to hold out my hand and get the cash before getting fucked.
But Beverly takes care of all those things, or sometimes Tina, when Beverly's not working and Tina is supervising us.
Dr. Dale told me to put my books down, so I put them on the counter near the steel sink. Then the examination began.
Of course, this was different from the usual doctor's examination. In a real exam, the doctor doesn't take off the patient's clothes.
Dr. Dale wasn't the family doctor for me, but I had seen him in school once or twice, since they brought him into health class to lecture about the evils of drinking and smoking and taking drugs.
I later found out he did all three, and so did his wife.
He told me to disrobe – to take off my clothes for the examination.
"You're the doctor," I said, and giggled.
He took my clothes off. I stood up with my back against the examining table, while he stood facing me.
He unbuttoned my blouse. His fingers were real quick and nimble. He pulled the blouse out of my skirt and hung it on the screen.
I wore a plain white cotton bra. My titties are small, and I hardly even need a bra, except that I wear one 'cause I'm modest, and don't like a lot of boys staring at my nipples when I don't wear one.
That used to bother me a lot. I mean, I'd look at all the other girls in my gym class, when we were in the locker room, taking showers.
It would be all steamy and the girls would all be naked. They'd look womanly, with big round tits and wide asses and thick bushes on their pussies.
Compared to them, I looked like a little kid, with my small budding titties and thin hips and my light fine bush.
I didn't even get my period until I turned fourteen, while all the other girls had had theirs since they were twelve and thirteen.
On the other hand, I've sure been making up for lost time!
Like I said, that used to really bother me, and tear me all up inside, so that sometimes alone at night in my bed I'd cry myself to sleep wondering when I was going to get bigger and better developed.
But that doesn't bother me any more, not since Beverly took me under her wing.
First of all, she likes young girls, so she's pleased by how small my tits are.
But more than that, I never knew how many men, mature grown married men, really get off on young girls, the younger the better!
Since I started working for Beverly, I've been in demand practically more than some of the other girls, who are more well built than me.
Instead of not liking me for having tiny titties and a small slit of a pussy, they love it and can't get enough of it.
I used to pray that my titties would grow real big, and that I'd have a nice fine patch of fur between my legs.
Not now! Now, I hope that I stay as small and young looking as possible for as long as I can!
Dr. Dale was one of those who loves young girls. He was smiling away, when he took off my clothes and saw how small and young I was.
'Course, it came as no surprise to him, since he had seen pictures of me without any clothes on at all, so he knew how I was built.
And I was just what he wanted. His wife wanted me, too – but more of that later.
He took off my skirt and put it with my blouse. His hands were strong and sure. When he leaned close to me, he smelled faintly of aftershave lotion.
I liked the smell of that, since it was different from all those medical and medicine smells in the office.
He told me to hop up on the table so he could undress me.
I sat with my rump on the table, dressed in bra, panties, knee socks, loafers.
Dr. Dale took off my shoes and set them on the floor.
He rubbed my legs. He unrolled my knee socks, touching my legs and running his kissing lips over them.
When my shoes and socks were off, he took off my bra.
My tiny pink nipples tingled, puckered, and got all hard and stiff.
My panties joined my bra, and then I was naked!
The table was covered with a sheet of that nasty white paper like the kind they use in butcher shops to wrap meat in.
My buns pressed the paper. I closed my knees. Dr. Dale took hold of them and spread them, so my pink-lipped pussy was open to him.
"You mustn't be shy with me, Honey," he said, "remember, I'm a doctor!"
He proved that by giving me an examination, just like a regular check-up, except that he rubbed and kissed and fondled me while he did it.
He picked up an instrument and looked inside my ears and nostrils.
"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and say aah!" he said.
I did it. He pressed a tongue depressor down on my tongue and looked into my mouth. He must have liked what he saw, since he put it to work for him later.
He thumped my chest and back. He pressed the metal knob of the stethoscope against my chest and I shivered and said that it was cold.
He said that it would have to be warmed up. So he put it between my thighs and pressed them cold and kept it there until my body heat made the cool metal warm up.
He rubbed my nipples and felt my titties while he listened to my heart.
When he was done, he took the stethoscope earpieces out of his ears and let the instrument hang down his neck.
Down from the table I came. I got on the scale and he measured my height and weight. He also rubbed me a lot while doing it.
That part of the examination was done. Now he would give me a more intimate and probing inspection, as he put it.
I sat back on the table. I looked down at his crotch and saw that his penis was stiff and swollen and pressing the front of his pants.
He told me to lay down on my tummy. So I did. That nasty antiseptic paper was stiff and waxy under me.
The doctor came over with a thermometer and a jar of lubricant and told me he was going to take my temperature.
"Oh, Dr. Dale, do you have to take it that way – in my rear?!" I sounded just like an embarrassed little lady.
"Now, now, Honey, calm down. I'm the doctor here. Taking a rectal temperature is the most accurate method of getting a reading."
He put his hand between my thighs and eased them open. He rubbed my pussy and made me moan. He patted and squeezed my buns.
He spread my cheeks, pulling them to the sides so he could get at my little hole. My rosebud was all quivering.
He rubbed some lubricant on it. I'm really sensitive back there, so I was moaning and squirming as his finger pressed the grease on and in me.
He chuckled at my reaction. I folded my arms and rested my head in them, like I was too shamed to look up at him.
He greased the thermometer, pressed the metal tip against my rear, and slid the glass rod up inside me.
Having my buns opened and the thermometer put in my bottom really turned me on, 'cause I love to be felt and handled like that.
My pussy got all wet inside, and my nipples were stiffer than ever.
Dr. Dale put the thermometer in my behind and my buns pressed against it.
After a moment, he took it out. He opened my cheeks with his fingers, and he twirled the greasy rod inside me as he pulled it out.
He held the thermometer up to the light and told me that my temperature was normal.
He put it away and told me to turn over, and lay on my back. He stood at the foot of the table and lifted the stirrups so that they stood straight up. He turned screws, making them tight so the stirrups stayed in place.
He lifted my feet and put each one in the stirrups. My feet were raised and my legs were spread and my pussy was quivering like crazy.
Inside my bottom I felt all gooey and creamy from the lubricant which was still inside there. My pussy was dripping.
Dr. Dale unwrapped a pair of brown rubber gloves and pulled them on his hands. They fit skin-tight, reaching to his wrists.
Then he stood at the foot of the table and examined me.
His rubber gloved hands felt really wild on my pussy. I kind of moaned and closed my eyes while he handled me.
This wasn't like any doctor's exam I ever had before. First, Dr. Dale spent a few minutes just stroking my pussy lips.
What a nice touch he had! His fingers just glided over my pussy lips, barely brushing them, sliding up and down.
He made them all hot and velvety, so I was rocking on the table, moving my hips and pushing my pussy up to meet his hand.
He didn't use any nasty cold instruments to spread my pussy lips. He used his fingers to pull my pussy lips to the sides.
My pussy lips are real thin and delicate, with a light bush covering the tops of them. He pulled them back and exposed my membranes.
I was juicy from the fingering I had gotten. He put his middle finger in me and planted it in me up to the knuckle.
He fucked me with his finger, rocking it back and forth.
He took his finger out of me and walked around to the side of the table, by my head. I turned my head to look at him.
He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants and took them and his shorts down.
He was hard, and his big fat cock was red and swollen and stiff, with its head a few inches from my face.
"Ooooooh, Doctor!" I sighed.
He gripped his cock. He still had on those rubber gloves. He kept them on the whole time he was with me. I didn't mind – they felt neat and sexy on my skin.
He held his penis to my mouth and I kissed it and licked it.
I had done some squirming, like when he took my temperature, and especially when he fondled and fingered my pussy.
Now it was his turn to do a little squirming, when I smooched his swollen cock head, and whipped it with the tip of my tongue.
I licked the little hole on the head of the cock and nibbled with my lips.
He pressed his cock harder against my lips, so I knew that he wanted to get in my mouth, so I opened wide to take him.
I lay there with my head turned to one side and he plugged his penis in my mouth.
I gurgled when he put the cock head in. He rubbed it against the roof of my mouth, then followed it up with his shaft.
My lips pressed his cock. It was thick, and stretched them. The cock slid over my lips and along my tongue.
I took his cock as deep in my mouth as I could. I'm not like Tina or Debbie Sue, who know how to deep-throat a penis.
I've been working on it, but I can't seem to get the trick down just yet. But I can take a stiff cock deeper now than I could when I first started.
It bothers me some times, that I can't get the trick, but Beverly just tells me not to worry about it, that it doesn't matter.
She says that it's good in a way that I can't suck cock like a pro, since I look so young and sweet, which makes it more of a turn-on for the men, since they think that I'm real inexperienced and tender.
Dr. Dale didn't seem to mind much. I took most of his cock in my mouth, so that only an inch or two was outside my lips.
When he got excited and pushed his cock deeper, I gagged. But he was a nice man and pulled back so I didn't choke or anything.
Some guys are kind of mean, and try to choke a girl with their cocks. But I don't do those scenes. Anne takes the guys who like to hurt.
Dr. Dale probed my mouth with his penis. He stood there, one hand on my head, pressing it down on the table while he rocked back and forth.
He put his thing in and out. It got hotter and hotter – well, it was already pretty hot to start with.
Soon he was going to come. He told me that, gasping for breath.
When he came, I gulped it all down.
He stood there with his coming cock plugged into my mouth, the head of it filling my throat, pumping masses of come into me.
I wrapped my mouth around the member and pressed it with my tongue.
Dr. Dale rocked and shook like his cock was plugged into a wall socket with 110 volts of current shooting through him.
But it was he who shot into me, pumping his come down my throat. I sucked and slurped and swallowed and gobbled it all down like a good girl.
His cock was hard when he stopped coming, which was fine with me, 'cause my pussy was really wet and needed a good fucking.
He moaned and whispered what a sweet little girl I was, a good girl, and how he wished that he could take me home and keep me and raise me as his daughter.
His cock jumped and twitched in my mouth while he talked. Finally he got himself together and took his penis out of my mouth.
His come was thick on my tongue. I smacked a wet sucking kiss on the cock head. Dr. Dale walked around to the foot of the examining table, to my feet, which he took out of the stirrups. He unscrewed the stirrups and folded them down.
He walked in a shuffle, since his pants and shorts were hanging down around his ankles. He stood there, holding himself, pulling his penis, making it stand up stiff and straight as it had been before he came.
He didn't seem to want my help, and he got hard in a few seconds.
He climbed up on the table, and on me. He didn't take off his shirt but left it on – he was in too much of a hurry to fuck me.
His big red thing was fat and heavy between his legs.
He stretched out on top of me. First he kind of stood over me on his hands and knees. He put his head down on my titties.
He kissed and licked the titties. He nibbled on a stiff nipple, sucked it up between his lips, and chewed on it and made me moan.
He gripped his cock and touched the head of it to my pussy. I oohed and aahed.
The cock head pushed my pussy lips to the sides. He put his cock head in me. It was thick but it slid against my wet membranes.
It was wide and heavy and stretched me. In a faint little girl voice I begged the doctor to put his thing in real slow, so as not to hurt me.
It was half an act, but half real, too, since I've got a small slit and a very tight pussy – which is very very popular with the men, as you can guess.
Dr. Dale was nice and considerate. He plugged my pussy with his cock head and left the shaft out of me while he fingered my clit.
He rubbed my clit with his rubber gloved fingers. I got real hot and wet. Then, when I was all steamy and dripping, he put it in me all the way.
His shaft stretched me. It was intense, and twinges shot through my pussy, and I moaned and even whimpered a couple of times.
His big thick thing sank into me. When he put it in deep, it fit as tightly in me as his hand fit in that skin-tight rubber glove.
He stretched out on top of me. I was kind of crushed, since there wasn't much cushioning on the table, and he was big while I was small and skinny.
My thin legs were spread to the sides, with the backs of my knees resting on the table edges, and my calves and feet dangling down on either side.
He put his penis in me, and when he pushed it too deep it kind of hurt me, so I moaned. He kissed me all over my face.
Then he fucked me.
He humped his thing back and forth, pumping it in my tight little slit. He was hot, but he controlled himself and did it gently to start with, instead of tearing me up. He fucked me slow and deep.
After a while of that, I was more relaxed and stretched inside, so it didn't hurt when he shoved faster and harder.
He built up the pace until at last he was fucking me real hard and fast, and I was really getting off on it.
My pussy was all steamy, and when he finally came, it was like pouring water on a fire. His thing was jammed tight in my pussy as it pumped semen into me.
His come filled me right up to the lips of my slit. It was all thick and warm and felt so nice and soothing inside me.
It was a very successful session – so successful, that Dr. Dale wanted to do it with me again – and this time, his beautiful wife Samantha would join in, since she had a taste for young girls, just like her husband.