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.
INTERVIEW TWO
"Are you kidding, Beverly?" I said. "I can't wear this outfit!"
"Oh yes you can, my little honey, and yes you will," Beverly told me. "Now hold still and stop fussing so I can fix these buttons!"
It was Saturday morning. I was at Beverly's, and she was getting me ready for my visit to the house of Dr. Vincent Dale – and wife.
I was in the living room, being outfitted in the dress which Beverly had bought specially for this occasion.
I hated it.
The dress, I mean. It was the kind of dress an eleven year old might have worn to her communion or a fancy party.
Me, I'm a simple girl, and left to my own, I'd wear nothing but T-shirts or jeans… or just plain naked.
I like to go naked, and when I can, I do. Otherwise, there's nothing more comfortable than faded jeans worn to fit my body.
Some of the other girls, like Tina and Ellen especially, love to dress up, and are really into fancy lingerie and all that kind of stuff.
But me, well, like I said, I have simple tastes. And this dress was anything but.
It was made for a younger girl, to be sure, a girl who hadn't had her period, probably. But I'm petite, so it fit me fine.
It was a pink party dress, short-sleeved, tight in the chest, with a wide flaring skirt whose hem came down to my ankles.
This dress was all frilly, with lots of ribbons and bows and little buttons and all kinds of useless junk like that.
But that wasn't all. Under it, I wore petticoats. They were kind of cute, actually, white and soft with lots of lace.
I wore white ankle socks and black shiny shoes to finish off the outfit.
"I just hope nobody from school sees me in this," I said. "I'll never live it down! I look like a little Pollyanna or something!"
"Which is just exactly the way you're supposed to look," Beverly said. "I'm not dressing you for you, Honey."
"I'm dressing you for them – for Dr. Dale and his wife. And they like their girls young, looking and acting as young as possible."
Which was true… but it sure was a bother, putting all that stuff on, knowing that it would be coming off real soon for the session.
Beverly even did up some of my hair in curls, which were all tight and rolling and bouncing – I could hardly recognize myself!
Beverly fixed lunch. It was a light one for me, enough to give me nourishment, but not so much that I would be weighed down.
You can't make love very well if you're belly is filled with food – at least, that's what I've found.
After lunch it was time to go, so I piled into Beverly's car and she drove me to the house where Dr. Dale lived.
It was a really nice neighborhood, with big houses and lots of lawns and trees. Beverly parked in the driveway.
When we got out of the car, Beverly reminded me to remember to smile.
The door was opened by Dr. Dale. He was dressed casually, in a sport shirt, slacks, cardigan sweater, loafers.
His face really lit up when he saw me. I felt stupid, all dressed up like that, but I smiled and curtsied prettily when I saw him. "Samantha will just love you!" he said. "She'll just eat you up!"
That sounded interesting, but I just smiled and went into the house. Dr. Dale invited Beverly in, but she said that she had business to attend to, and that he should call her when he wanted her to return to pick me up.
"I'm sure that won't be until some time from now, with a lovely little girl like this," he told her.
Beverly said goodbye and told me to be a good girl and kissed me on the cheek. She got in her car and drove away.
I followed Dr. Dale. It was a split-level ranch house, real classy, and big. There were vases and little Oriental statues and paintings on the wall.