Message-ID: <8011eli$9802011545@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Terry 4 April Subject: Phil Phantom presents Tiffany's "Good Doctor Wayne" (7/7) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34D3DE91.72D9@hotmail.com> WARNING! The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'K' key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Good Doctor Wayne" Part seven of seven BY TIFFANY April received a call from Dr. Wayne at noon the next day. "Hello, April, this is Steve. I've got good news to report." "Great, I could use it." "You can forget about the Jennifer incident. We have everything under control. I have all the pictures and the film." "How did you do it?" "It was too easy. I'm good, what can I say. I told her that she came between a doctor and patient, exploited a sick person, and bent that person's illness to satisfy her perverse desires. I told her that if word of that got out she could spend her youth in juvenile detention, probably until she was twenty- one. She was already feeling guilty about what they'd done. She believes everything I say. I turned her over to Marsha for training. She has her till Sunday. Right now, Jennifer is buck naked, bound hand and foot, and being kept under Marsha's desk. Marsha's not wearing panties. She's been drinking coffee all morning and hasn't made a pit stop since she got Jennifer. You figure it out." "My God, is Marsha urinating on Jennifer?" "She better not be. I just had this place carpeted. No, I happen to know that Marsha is a piss freak. My guess is she has Jennifer drinking from the tap - recycled coffee." "Jesus. That's sick." "Hey, I'll decide what's sick. I'm a doctor, you know." "So I've heard." "I just called to let you know, I've got it all figured out. It's so simple, it's beautiful. Blackmail, plain and straight." "I need it simpler." "Look, I've got the pictures. All I have to do is threaten to expose you by turning these over to the police. If I did, you'd go directly to jail. When you bring Terry to the office, I'll confront you with the pictures, make my threats, list my demands, bingo, I've got a whore. You'll do what I say to stay out of jail; Terry will do what you say to keep you from going to jail. It's beautiful." "She'll be devastated to learn that you are a blackmailer. She admires you." "Yeah, well, she'll admire me more when I get eight inches up her twat. Besides, who gives a shit if a whore admires you. She's just a fuck." "Come on, Steve. I know you are deeper than that." "All right. Look, it's the best I can come up with. I'll just tell her that I had to have her no matter what, even to the point of stooping to blackmail." "That might soften the blow. It is rather flattering. I still can't act, you know." "Okay, I'll make it easy for you. Let's just make it real blackmail. You just have Terry in my office next Friday night at eight. She should be healed nicely by then. Just be yourself, but don't think I'm kidding around. If I don't get my whore, your ass will go to jail. Bye love!" April hung up the phone. She didn't quite know how to take his threat, but for her own peace of mind, knowing what she had to do, she opted to take him seriously. Her finger slipped into her panties and she went in search of Terry. At six-thirty, thirty minutes before the men were to arrive, April put the finishing touches to her makeup. Terry was handling the dinner. April thought it best if Terry wore loose- fitting jeans and a sweat shirt. Her hair was uncombed, she wore no makeup, and her breasts were bound flat with an ace wrap bandage. They went out of their way to make Terry look undesirable. They were successful to a degree, but Terry's natural beauty and femininity showed through. April, on the other hand, went out of her way to look attractive. Her short dress accented her fine legs, and the open bodice showed cleavage and the creamy swells of her breasts. She wore high heels and pattern stockings, applied expensive perfume liberally, and did her nails. She entered the kitchen and did a twirl for Terry. "How do I look?" "You look like you want to get laid." "I suppose that is the idea. I mainly wanted to look better than you. I'm not sure I managed to do that. Maybe a mud pack on your face would even us up." "Oh, Mom, stop it." Terry smiled, then turned her attention to stirring gravy. April came up behind her, slipped her arms around her a cupped Terry's breasts, whispering softly in her ear, "Terry, darling, Mommy's horny again." "Mom, you're always horny, I've got to finish this unless you like lumpy gravy." "I just need a little clitty suck. You can let that simmer. I'm not wearing panties. We can do it right here, just kneel." "Mom, Daddy's in the next room." "So, he knows we're lovers." "Mom, I wish you'd stop using that term and calling me darling. I'm your daughter; you're my mother. We love each other, we enjoy sex together, but we aren't lovers, okay?" April backed away, hurt. She said, "Sure, whatever you say." Terry took the gravy off the burner and turned to face her mother. She reached out and took her shoulders, saying, "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean it to come out that way. It's just that I don't like thinking that what we have is some lesbian love affair. It's so dykie sounding. Look, let me get you off real quick." Terry dropped to her knees and went under April's skirt and soon had April's clit between her sucking lips. April quickly forgot her hurt feelings and raised her skirts to watch. She widened her stance and thrust out her pelvis. Terry sucked voraciously, taking a big mouthful, sucking hard, and shaking her head. April cooed, "Ohhh, yesss! Oh, honey, yes! Suck Mommy's cunt, baby. This makes twenty-two I owe you." Terry stopped to say, "Nine, Mother. I told you that I don't want two for one, and if you're going to keep track, at least keep track properly. We did it four times last night, three this morning, one after your bath, and this makes nine." "You talk too much. Go back to sucking." Terry buried her head in her mother's loins and sucked all the harder. April said, "I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt. I didn't know you were counting." Terry broke contact again to say, "I wasn't counting, and I don't want to count. I don't want you to count either. Let's just do it when we feel like it, okay?" April pulled at Terry's shirt, saying, "Come on, get up. I can tell you aren't into this." "I was in the middle of cooking dinner, Mom." "I know, I was just on edge. I thought it might help." "Mom, don't you think you should put panties on, maybe pantyhose, too? If they see this, they'll think you want it. I thought you were going to come across as a descent woman that got a crazy idea, then changed her mind." "I am. I was going to put panties on, but not before a clitty suck." "You better hurry. They'll be here any minute. Did you tell Daddy what's going on?" "Yes, I told him everything. He understands. He just wants them out of here as quickly as possible." "Does he know you might go to a motel?" "Yes, he knows. Look, I better hurry. Fix that gravy." At ten after six, the door shook under a heavy fist. April rose and said, "I think that's for me." She opened the door and saw two large men in fresh work clothes. They wore embroidered name patches over their left breast. One said Buck, the other said Earl. Buck was a tall, tattooed, burly, barrel-chested man. Earl was shorter, stockier, and had a full, long red beard. They both eyed April up and down appreciatively. Buck said, "Monica said you were a fox, but you are one classy fox." April extended her hand like a lady and said, "April Jennings. I see that you must be Buck, and you must be Earl." The other one said, "Actually, I'm Buck, and he's Earl. We wear each other's shirts to throw people off." "Well you sure fooled me. Look, could we talk outside for a moment?" She eased out and closed the door. She turned to face the two men and said, "Look, I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I said some crazy things to Monica, just trying to freak her out. I never intended it to go this far. It was a joke. Before I could stop it, she went out of town. I had no idea how to contact you guys. I did cook dinner. You're welcome to stay and eat with us. I feel just terrible about this." Earl, the un bearded tall one, said, "We missed out on a cock fight for this. We showered and everything. We were promised food, beer, and pussy. If we don't get food, beer, and pussy, we are going to become very nasty, ain't that right, Earl?" "I'm Buck; you're Earl, remember." "Ain't that right, Buck?" "That's right,lady. We get real mean without beer, food, and pussy, mostly pussy, hugh Buck?" "I'm Earl, you Idiot." "Says Buck on your shirt." "Fuck the shirt, I'm Earl, You're Buck." "I don't want to fuck no shirt, Buck. I want to fuck this lady's pussy." The tall one said to April, "Well, you heard him, ma'am. He want's to fuck your pussy. Once Earl makes up his mind about a pussy, the only thing the owner can do is get the legs out of the way." April found their crude silly banter amusing. They instantly put her at ease. She remembered how taken with them Monica was. She remembered her saying they were well hung and could fuck her into a stupor. A mischievous smile spread across her face. She said, "Are you sure that's Earl?" "Yes, ma'am, says so right on his shirt, there, E-A-R-L, Earl." "All right, you two. You'll get your food. You'll get all the beer you can drink. And, yes, you'll get all the pussy you want, but not here, at least not the pussy. I want to make it clear that my daughter is not a part of this, now or ever, take it or leave it." The bearded one said, "Fair enough. You sure you got enough pussy to go around?" "Yes, I'm sure. After you eat, we'll get a motel, okay?" "Sure thing," said the tall one, "but we ain't sleepy, are we Buck?" "Not so fast, Buck. After we drink all her beer, eat all her food, and fuck her pussy raw, we probably could use a nap in that motel." "You're right, Buck. She looks like she has a real squeeze box. Them tight pussies wear me out. Ma'am, if you'll do the driving, we'd love that motel offer." "You get the pussy at the motel." "Here that Earl. We're getting pussy at the motel too." "Shit, Earl. I ain't never had pussy in my sleep before" April laughed and stomped her foot. "Stop it you clowns. You know what I mean. My family is in there. You behave yourselves. Come on, lets get you guys watered and fed." April led the way. Just inside the door the tall guy goosed her hard. April jumped two feet, spun around and playfully shook her finger at him. She led them into the dining room. Charlie and Terry were already seated - Charlie at the head, Terry to his right. April said, "Terry, Charlie, these are my friends, Buck and Earl. Don't ask which is which, they don't know and the tags don't matter." The tall guy went right up to Charlie and took his hand with both of his, shaking it hard and fast, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chuck. You're a hell of a guy, sharing your food, beer, and pussy with a couple of bums like us." Charlie sat dumbfounded. April placed a hand to cover her smile and shook her head. The Bearded one stepped up and likewise shook Charlie's hand, saying, "I can tell by looking at you that you are a real buddy. You know what a real buddy is Chuck?" Charlie shook his head weakly. "A real buddy is one that goes out and gets two blow jobs, comes back and gives you one." Beard slapped Charlie's back and cried, "Ain't that a scream?" Tall went around to Terry and helped her to her feet. He picked her up in his arms, hefted her, and said, "Look at this Earl, It's a miniature version of April. Feel how light she is." With that, Tall tossed Terry across the table into the arms of Beard. Terry let out a squeal as she flew through space. Beard caught her with ease, hefting her for himself. He said, "Damn, Earl, I think she's hollow." He held her cradled in one arm, flipped up her sweat shirt, baring her taunt belly, and thumped it like a watermelon. "She ain't hollow, but she's ripe." April said, "Okay, put her down." Beard set her down. "Just having a little fun, April. Earl's the child molester. He's the one you gotta watch." Tall said, "That's right, if you turn your back, Earl will have her screwed, blewed, and tattooed before you can say my Terry is not that kind of girl." Beard said, "That's right, before you can get it out of your mouth, she will be. You better keep a sharp eye on Earl." April suppressed a laugh and said, "Will you two sit down so we can eat. I'll get you a beer." They took seats side by side across from Terry on Charlie's left. Tall said, "Better put a six pack on the table. We don't want you putting any unnecessary milage on that pussy going back and forth for beer." Beard leaned over to Charlie and said, "It's a proven fact, Chuck, with every step a woman takes, she rubs two microns of pussy away. I knew this marathon runner woman once. You could stick your head in and wiggle your ears, that's no shit. Say, Chuck, has April done any heavy walking or running?" April returned with a six pack and said, "I heard that. The answer is no, but if you two don't behave, I'm taking a few laps around the block." April leaned across Tall to set the six pack between the two. Tall pulled her onto his lap on her back and shoved his hand up her skirt. April kicked, squealed and giggled as Tall wormed in under her panty legband and entered her wet pussy. He said, "Hell, we haven't checked you out, yet. We might want you to take a few laps. Can't stand no Black and Decker pecker wrecker chewing the skin off my weasel." Tall ripped the panties off April and returned to fingering her pussy. April relaxed and let him have his way, enjoying the lewd attention. Tall said, "I don't know, Buck, she's awful damn tight. Maybe you better check." Tall lifted April by the hips and turned her up-side- down. Her skirts fell over his arms exposing her naked ass as he passed her to Beard. Beard took the hand-off and laid April on his lap with her head resting in Tall's lap. He jammed his thump up her twat and said, "Damn tight pussy, Buck." He looked at April and asked, "Are you sure you're married?" "Yes I'm sure." "How long?" "Eighteen years." "No way." Tall got up and went to Charlie. He lifted Charlie to his toes by his collar, unbuckled his belt, released the pants snap and pulled the zipper down. With one motion, he dropped Charlie's pants and underwear. Terry cupped her hand over her mouth. April got up to see what Tall was doing. Charlie's penis was shriveled and drawn into the pubic hair, making him look like a little boy. Charlie's face was beet red as Tall said, "Well here's your problem, April. Your husband's got no dick. This here is a pecker. You need a cock to properly break in a pussy." With that, he set Charlie down. Charlie hurriedly gathered up his pants as Tall opened his fly. All eyes watched as Tall dramatically reached in and drew out a thick slab of man meat. He slapped it on the table by Charlie's plate. It wasn't even hard and was ten inches long. April got up and turned for a better look, obviously impressed. Tall said, "This is a cock, April." April got on Beard's lap and leaned over the corner on her elbows. Her eyes feasted on the magnificent cock. Her hand came down and stroked it. She curled her finger around it and lifted it free of the table. Blood pumped into the mighty member. Her hand squeezed, feeling his pulse. It grew in her fist, prying her fingers open. It rose, arching towards the ceiling as April began pumping. Tall stood tall and put his cock on proud display as it reached full erection of thirteen inches and as thick as a large cucumber with a head the size of a small apple. April, as though magically drawn to it stood, and leaned over the cock. She took it in her mouth, just managing to get the head inside. She pumped and moaned delicious noises as Beard fumbled with her skirts and set his cock at her pussy. He drew back on her hips and sank his head in her stretched cunt, making her groan. Tall said, "Of course, mine ain't near as big as Earl's." April looked up as Beard drew back for another plunge. He sank eight inches in her, knocking her breath out and making her fall forward on the table. She cried, "Oh Lord!" Beard forced another two inches in her and had four left out. He began sawing in and out, gaining further entry with each instroke. April groaned with every thrust, but arched her ass back to meet him. Tall walked around to Terry and stood at her side with his cock in her face, bobbing under her nose. "Ever see one this big, Terry?" She looked up sheepishly and said, "No, I didn't know they got that big." April looked over and saw Tall rubbing his cockhead against Terry's lips. She wanted to say something but Beard made another lunge, making talk impossible. She watched Terry gradually turn head-on and open her mouth wide. Her lips ran over the crown and she took in the massive head, bulging her cheeks. Tall placed her hands on his shaft and Terry began jacking and sucking. April's pussy slowly adjusted to the huge intruder and she never felt anything so erotic and exciting. Her ass wiggled on the plunging shaft while she watched Terry sucking Tall. The action grew in intensity from both groups. Charlie sat between them, stunned and alarmed, feeling totally helpless. April came first, crying out, "Oh, God! Fuck me! Earl, Buck, whoever you are, fuck me hard, please!" Terry pumped faster and sucked harder. The cock swelled and burst hot sperm deep down her throat. She could feel the streams jetting up his urethra and into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, but some leaked out at the corners and drooled down her neck. April was awed by the sight and shouted, "Suck that cock, Terry! Suck it, baby!" After their release. they stripped and then stripped April. They settled down to eat and drink as April fawned over them and their cocks. After a hearty meal, Tall laid April on her back on the table and screwed her silly. After Tall, Beard flipped her over and screwed her from the rear. They drank another six pack and told dirty jokes, then took April, two six packs, and left. Terry and Charlie were still in their seats. They got up and walked into the living room. They sat on the sofa together. Terry drew her father into her shoulder and kissed his forehead. She stroked his bangs and said, "Are you all right?" "I'm okay. Your mom was having fun. I don't blame her." "Mom loves you Daddy, you know that." "I know, honey, but a woman needs more than love." "I suppose. She did look happy." They sat in silence, each thinking personal thoughts. Terry got up and whipped her sweatshirt off, saying, "I've got to get out of this damn wrapping, and these pants are chafing my you know what. I may need some doctoring. Do you mind?" "No, not at all. I'll get the stuff." Terry stripped and cleared a space on the table. Charlie brought out the surgical soap and cream. Terry climbed up on the table and laid on her back with her knees drawn up and spread. Charlie filled a bowel with warm water and came over. He immediately set to work, gently lathering her pussy. Terry watched him work with love in her eyes. She looked past to his crotch and noticed the bulge. She got up on her elbows and said, "Daddy, I want you to make love to me." He stopped and looked up. "What?" "You heard me. I want you." "Honey, we can't." "Yes we can. Just clean your penis with the surgical soap and put it in. I want you to do it." "Are you sure, Terry?" "I'm positive." Charlie dropped his pants, scrubbed his cock and balls, then fucked his daughter. They came together and collapsed in a lover's embrace. Terry said, "I love you, Daddy. I want to be your mistress. I'll never turn you down." "I love you, Terry. Your mother said she wouldn't mind. I believe her. I think I'd like that. One week later, Charlie, Terry and April arrived at Dr. Wayne's office. They weren't alone. Besides Dr. Wayne, there were twenty-two others, including Monica. Two chairs were centered on Dr. Wayne's desk. He stood before the desk, leaning back against it with folded arms. He motioned April and Terry into the seats. April looked properly nervous. Terry was also nervous. The people were all around, some standing, some sitting. Terry recognized the two men from the waiting room. April saw the elderly couple from the first day. Charlie joined those standing as Terry and April took the seats. Dr. Wayne dropped a packet of eight by ten photos on April's lap and said, "Look them over." April was genuinely shocked at the pictures she saw. Terry looked in from the side. Steve said, "Needless to say, if the authorities ever got a hold of those, you'd be put away for many years, April. I truly hate to put this to you this way, but the fact is you have something I want, and I'll do whatever it takes to get it." "What, you know we don't have much money." "I don't want money, I want your daughter." "What, you can't be serious." "Oh I am. Let me be more specific, April. I want Terry at my beck and call ready to suck or fuck me or anyone I designate. In short, I want ownership of her body. You can maintain her, but you must relinquish her to me on demand." Terry sat in stunned disbelief. April showed equal concern and put a reassuring arm around her daughter. She said, "If this is some kind of sick joke, Dr. Wayne..." "It's no joke, April. I'm ready to call the police right now unless you agree with my terms unconditionally. I'm dead serious." Sweat beaded on April's brow. She looked to Charlie for support. Charlie, as usual, looked helpless. Steve said, "I want your answer in five seconds or I'll have Marsha make the call. Once the call is placed, I'm withdrawing the offer. One...two...three...four..." "All right. I'll agree." She turned to Terry and said, "I'm sorry, Terry, but he has us over a barrel." "I know, Mom. It's all right. It's not your fault, it's his." Terry glared at Steve. Steve took his finger off the intercom button and said, "Good, now strip your daughter and bind her to my couch. The bindings are attached. Cuff her hands at the top." April stood and helped Terry to her feet. Terry stood passive as April stripped her. She let her mother place her in position but began trembling. April first secured her wrists over her head, then brought her left leg back near her shoulder and looped a velcro strap around her ankle, pining her foot in line with her head. When she did the same with her right leg, Terry let out an anguished groan. Her sex was lifted, totally open and vulnerable. April stood back and said, there, are you happy?" "I'll let you know after I fuck her. I see she healed up nicely, fresh shave." He dropped his pants as the crowd pressed in. He knelt at her ass and aimed his cock at her hole. Other men were getting out of their pants and getting in line as Steve entered her. Terry moaned as he sank in to his balls in her aroused pussy. She looked into his eyes and said, "I guess this makes me your whore now, huh?" Steve stroked in and out, then said, "That's right, Terry. Do you have a problem with that?" "No, it seems to be my destiny." 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