Message-ID: <8017eli$9802011546@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Terry 4 April Subject: Phil Phantom presents Tiffany's "Good Doctor Wayne" (3/7) 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: <34D3DD26.7828@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 three of seven 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." 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