"Oh?" The doctor's gaze moved appraisingly down the front of her body. The tentlike dress hid most of her trim figure, but the twin points of her breasts refused to be subdued. "What exactly didn't you do?"
"I… I didn't come in while he was asleep on the sofa and… and take out his… his thing!" She looked pleadingly into his eyes. Again she felt the hot blood rush into her face. He didn't believe her – she could tell by the look, the arched brows. He was staring as the judge had stared when Lew and Penny told their version of the story, the way the boys in the movies sometimes stared at the girls who giggled while whacking them off.
Doctor Bruce adjusted his glasses and stood. He studied her a moment, then walked behind the chair and placed his bony hand on her shoulder. "Well now," he said, "suppose you tell me exactly how it did happen."
But before she could open her mouth to object or comply – she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to tell – the doctor was helping her out of the chair, across the office, and into an anteroom equipped with a black leather couch, a padded chair, and a heavy oak door which he closed abruptly behind them. "Lie down," he directed, "Relax and tell me about it."
It was stupid! She wanted to tell him so – that she was only thirteen, too young to be crazy, and didn't need to lie down on a dumb couch where no one could see them. But now she was remembering how Lew had begun, how he lured her to the sofa, and tricked her into letting him feel her tits. "It… it was awful!" she heard herself saying, falling back on the bed-like thing in spite of herself. "I wouldn't let him at first. But he kept calling me a punk kid, and I let him feel me because he wouldn't stop saying it. Then I got dizzy because of the drink, and he unbuttoned my blouse and began to play with me there… my tits. And then he grabbed my hand and made me take his prick out of his pants." Remembering made her tight little cunthole pulse. She opened and closed her fingers, almost able to feel Lew's big stiff dick throbbing in the palm of her hand.
"Close your pretty green eyes," soothed Doctor Bruce. His hand touched her brow, and came slowly down over her lids. He moved the chair closer – so close she could feel his breath. "Was that the first time? I mean, had you ever before held a man's cock?"
"Nooo!" She squirmed under his touch, wondering why he'd asked that. He didn't have to say cock! she thought. Now, with her eyes closed and the dirty word fresh in her ears, she could see the fat fiery tip. It was there, inside her head, humping its way up her pussy. It made her tremble and moan. "I… I only let boys feel my titties," she said breathlessly. "And sometimes, if I really like someone, I let him lie on top and pretend to be doing me."
"Tell me about that," said the doctor, his hand moving to her shoulder once more. "About the last time you let a boy lie on top and dry-fuck you."
"Oh…! Don't make me," sobbed Wendy, not wanting to remember any more. Her hot little cunt was so sore! The small patch of red hair had suffered every indignity imaginable, and talking about it, the mere mention of sex, was making her hot all over.
"Did you like it when the boy came?" persisted the doctor.
"I… I don't know!"
His hand moved close to her breast. "Try to remember how it felt when he pushed it between your legs. Wendy. Was it in a car?"
"Yes. In… in the back seat after school." She chewed her lip, recalling how good it was when Larry – the boy from high school who sometimes dated Tish – made her open her legs, and pressed the bulge in his pants into the gap at her crotch. She had felt the round cockhead boring in through the material, and for a moment, when he kissed her, she had wished he'd take it out; wished he'd take off his clothes and hers, and shove it all the way up her tight little pussy. But how had Doctor Bruce known it had happened in a car?
"Keep your eyes closed!" he snapped, trying to hide the stiffness standing tall from the open fly of his pants.
Wendy gasped, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. "P-Put it away," she whispered, still seeing it, knowing now why he'd closed the door to the anteroom. Her belly grew taut. Her hot cunthole dripped, wetting the baggy white cotton panties.
"Tell me again how Lew made you take it out of his pants," breathed the doctor close to her ear.
"U-uh." She shook her head furiously. She knew now – knew what he wanted. Worse, she wasn't sure what she wanted any more. For although she knew fucking was dirty, a sin, she couldn't forget the thrill of holding a rigid cylinder of cockflesh inside her.
"Is this what he made you do?" Doctor Bruce gripped her wrist, and steered her tiny trembling hand to his long cock.
"I won't do it. I… you can't make me!" But he didn't have to make her. Her fingers, as if controlled by someone else – the other Wendy – closed tight around the hard shaft. She sobbed. It was just like Lew, throbbing against the palm of her hand, big and steely and so fat she knew it would never fit where he wanted to put it.
"Suck it!" said Doctor Bruce.
No! She was imagining this! He was a doctor, and she was only a little girl. Hadn't Daddy said she was only a baby time and time again? She had never before thought of herself as such – had always considered herself very grown-up. But she had never before been asked to take a prick into her mouth.
Hand at the back of her head, telling her to keep her eyes closed, he sat on the edge of the couch and pressed his meat to her lips. "Eat me!" he told her. "Be a good little cocksucker and I'll say something nice when you come up for parole."
Whimpering, she tried to twist her face away from his rod. But then his free hand was under the hem of her dress, lifting it high on her waist, exposing her panties. And before she could utter a cry, his fingers – just as Lew had done – were beneath the loose legband, poking into her hole.
She moaned in protest and joy. For although her mind objected, her pussy clutched at his fingers, greedily sucking them into her. Her small clit sprang up hard, and as his fingers grew wet with her cunt juice, stroking in and out, in and out, deeper each time, her thighs and mouth opened and the lovely round cock head slipped smoothly into her face.
"Ahhhhh." The doctor humped half the length of the veiny shaft in, and paused. "That's a girl. Um! Wonderful! All Doctor Bruce's nice little girls get a big lolly to suck on." He pressed the rest of the prick home, driving in until the glans pulsed at the back of her throat.
Wendy opened her eyes and stared in wonder at the root of the thing in her face. It was so big – bigger than anything! Yet there it was, jumping inside her mouth, lying firm on her tongue. And it tasted good. It tasted like Daddy after he shaved and she kissed him: hot and tangy. And it smelled of bath powder, and something… something like when she went to the bathroom and slipped and wiped shit onto her fingers. That's what it was, she decided: the stink from his asshole, stronger than hers, more manly.
The fingers deep in her pussy suddenly slipped free. She protested, gurgling loudly on his shaft. The doctor laughed. "In a moment, dear. We have to get comfortable."
As abruptly as it had entered, the cock popped out, wet from her lips. "Oh…!"
"Sit up, my sweet little cocksucker," directed the doctor. "So I can undress you."
Panting, Wendy complied. She felt the rough hands on her body, stripping the dress off over her head and tearing at the baggy undergarments. It was all so unreal. Everything since the day Lew lured her into the house and introduced her to screwing was like something she'd read in a book or seen at the movies. It couldn't be happening to her, she reasoned; she was a good girl! She'd never let anyone so much as touch her red pussy, and now…
"Magnificent!" exclaimed Doctor Bruce as the white panties slipped from her whiter thighs. He pushed her back onto the cool leather. "Another moment. Close your eyes and think about the boy in the back of the car – about how good it felt."