Anointing his index finger with a surgical lubricant from a tube, he slid it gently into her rectum, feeling her warmth close around the digit, gripping him. Damn, she was sexy and innocent.
"Is there something there?" she asked in a small voice, causing her asshole to clench at his finger. "They didn't touch… that."
Hemmings drew his finger almost all the way out, then pushed in again, then out and in. "I'm just testing," he said ambiguously.
DesirЋe felt chills of wild sensations shoot up to the back of her neck and reflexively she pushed her anus back to engulf his intruding digit. It felt strange, but good. How could it feel good? There must be something wrong with her. Hemmings kept up his gentle thrusting in and out, and DesirЋe felt herself loosing conscious control of her actions. Her hips began moving as she felt her pussy begin to tingle and moisten. Yes, there was something wrong with her. She was enjoying this intimate examination and she shouldn't be. Her butt continued with its involuntary shuttling motion, her flesh grabbing at his finger.
Hemmings felt his cock begin to stir in his pants. He had not felt like this for years. He had never strayed in his marriage, but this choir girl – this beautiful, innocent, virginal choir girl – was turning him on in a way he had never believed possible. He shifted his legs and felt his penis shift and rise in his trousers.
Finally, Hemmings drew his finger free of her anal grip while DesirЋe gave a tremulous sigh. "I think I should take a specimen." He found a swab and lowered himself behind her, staring straight into her vagina. It was as perfect and unfucked-looking as the rest of her, the labia amply covered with silky, honey-blonde tendrils of hair that lay like combed cotton threads on the soft, tender lips. He used two fingers to gently open the tiny hole, which stretched tautly until he could see the pink inner flesh. He looked inside, where no one had ever seen before, saw the trickle of creamy, white semen. With the swab, he took a sample, put it in a small bottle and stored it in the refrigerator.
"There was semen, DesirЋe," he said.
DesirЋe, unsteady and pink-cheeked from his attentions, peered over her shoulder and wrinkled her nose, but said nothing. She waited docilely, supported by her elbows, while the doctor got a rubber tube and bag of warm water. He held a basin under her while he inserted the tube and syringe into her vagina and douched out the residue of the man who had come, ejaculated into her the night before. His cock stayed hard while the water flowed back out of her cunt into the basin. As the soothing liquid flowed into her, DesirЋe moaned and shivered.
Hemmings saw her reaction, saw the big melons of her tits quivering and shaking as she did. Setting the paraphernalia aside, he stepped back up behind her, undoing the tie string at the back of her neck. The gown slipped forward, puddling on the table. She was now essentially naked before his eyes. He ran his fingertips lightly over her, then again into the cleft of her bottom, across her asshole, perineum, to her freshly-washed pussy hole. His finger slipped in there, felt the moistness of the water give way to the growing flow of slippery lubricant. One educated finger dipped down to touch her already swelling clitoris and he saw her whole body jerk.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No… no, not at all? Am I all right?"
"We'll see in a little while if you've been injured or not." He moved his middle finger's tip to her clit and began to manipulate it in a way that made lightning bolts of pleasure lance through the girl's perfect, hot body. Yes, she was hot all right. Again. She kept getting hot and she couldn't control it.
Hemmings saw her spongy hips begin to rotate in time to his caress. She couldn't stop herself, and neither could he. He felt his cock begin to leak, felt the heat building up in his pants. With his free hand, he rubbed his painfully stiff penis, then gave in to his compulsion and unfastened his belt and slid down his zipper. His prick was on fire and there was only one way he could quench the flames. He couldn't help himself, he had to take the risk.
DesirЋe felt the flat of his hand rubbing over her puffy vaginal mound, felt his fingers part the fat lips. His middle finger slid into her cunt and she moaned, her mind leaving her and giving way to sensual feelings that seemed overwhelming.
With a deep sigh, Hemmings grasped his big, throbbing, leaking cock and directed it toward DesirЋe's oozing vagina. He felt the vulval ring resist, then yield, allowing his cockhead to squeeze inside.
DesirЋe felt her pussy stretch, felt something slip deeper and deeper into her fiery hole. It must be two fingers, it was so much bigger than one. Her whole body shuddered and she moaned loudly. It was big and it felt good, whatever he was doing to her. Three fingers? Why was he making her feel so good inside? She trusted him, and he was making her feel good. It kept pushing into her, deeper, and then pulling out. In and out, many times.
And then she felt his hands take her narrow waist. Both of his hands. And she knew then, knew that he was not pushing his fingers into her cunt. It could only be his man-thing, his penis! The doctor, the pastor, was having sex with her, was pushing his penis back and forth in her hot, wet, sensation-filled vagina. DesirЋe gave a groan as a fiery chill of wickedness ran through her. She was doing it with Pastor Hemmings, actually having intercourse with him, as she had done with Mark and the others. His cock was bigger than Mark's, she could feel, though not as big as Lobo's giant appendage, and it was sending waves of irresistible sensual joy coursing through her. In, oh so deep, Hemmings' prick plunged again and then again. She heard him sigh with emotion, felt his pendulous testicles swing forward against the split labia beneath where his swollen member was stretching her tiny, elastic cunthole. She heard him hum throatily with each thrust, felt herself getting wetter and wetter with each intimate plunge, hot gushes of her girlish oil flooding her love channel and bathing his swinging balls. Her pussy was making wet, sucking sounds on his dick and she blushed scarlet. No, no, noooo! This couldn't be happening!
"Oh, DesirЋe, oh, DesirЋe," Hemmings chanted with each inward fuck. The girl was a witch. She had enticed him into her body, made him sin with her. And the only way to purge this wrong was to fuck her harder, to make her come and to come inside her. "Oh, DesirЋe. Oh, Des…"
DesirЋe was moving her hips backward at him now, her hungry vagina clasping his cock lovingly. Yes, oooooh! Yes, it did feel good. Very good. She felt one of his hands grope underneath her and close on one of her big, round tits. Her hand covered his there, pressing it harder against the throbbing, jiggling mound.
With swollen eyes, Hemmings looked down at the girl's wide-spread, back-thrusting bottom, her damp and creamy asshole winking up at him as he thrust compulsively inside the hole beneath it. Her pink inner vaginal membranes clung to his cock as he drew out, then disappeared inside as he pushed into her cunt again. He felt himself losing all consciousness of his surroundings. DesirЋe's ass bounced backward at him harder and faster. She was coming already!
"Oh, Doctor, I'm coming!" she groaned almost disbelievingly. "It's happening again!" Reaching back, her fingertips dug into his flank, trying to pull him along, to speed his amazingly pleasure-giving thrusts. Her spongy, heart-shaped ass crashed back against his paunchy belly. She lost all thought of Mark now, for the fire in her tender young pussy was raging out of control, gushing.
Johnny Canning stood aghast at the back window of Dr. Hemmings examining room, amazed at the way the darling girl had allowed herself to be seduced by the older man. He had seen the whole examination, the way Hemmings had bent her forward into that servile position, had reamed her asshole with his finger, had taken the sample – wait until he analyzed that one! – and then stroked the girl's little red clit until she had lost the strength and will to resist. He envied the doctor now, that he was fucking the little sweetheart without interruption. Johnny had not enjoyed being preempted by the savage dog Lobo and losing his chance to fill DesirЋe's tight pussy with his sperm. He ached to do it now, to join in or take his turn after the doctor.