Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2011 19:24:07 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: JASMYN (bisexual, incest, adult/youth)

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of PURE FICTION and none of
this ever happened to me or to anyone I know.  No children or animals were
harmed in the process of imagining the following events.  This story
involves sexual activity between a very young girl, her mother, her doctor,
her brother and just about any combination one can think of.  If you are
offended by this, then what the heck are you doing on the Nifty.org site?
If this is illegal for you to read, then turn off the effin computer and
walk away.

Jasmyn

I'm a physician who works in an after hours clinic...you know the "doc in a
box" place where you go when you're regular doctor's office is closed or
too busy to work you in. I had tired of the grind of traditional practice
and had settled into a pretty neat routine of working for several of these
type places scattered over the state of Indiana.

I'm not a snob, at least I don't think I am, but I'm not really a big fan
of cutesy pie names or weird spellings...I like traditional names like
Mary, Susan, Sam, Michael...and this crap of naming a child "Neveah" for
heaven backwards...what the heck...so the kid's name is HELL...that's
heaven backwards in my mind...but I digress.

I picked up the next chart in the rack and noticed the name was Jasmyn.
This was two strikes in my book.  I looked at the writing in the reason for
visit.  "Personal issue of female nature" I looked at the age and saw that
she was 9 years old and wondered just exactly was up with this nine year
old girl...you just never know sometimes.

I thought, well, this young lady is in luck.  I'm double boarded in Ob/Gyn
(female health specialist) and Family Medicine. Unlike many of my
colleagues, I am not only very capable in this area, but I like dealing not
only with female with health issues but also their emotional problems.
Call me strange or whatever, I don't care, just don't call me a pervert.
Out loud at least.

Yes, gentle readers, this old doc is a perv.  Inside out, through to the
bone perverted. I enjoy what I do, and have never ever done anything
improper with a patient.  That is NOT to say that I haven't thought about
it quite a bit-especially with those tasty looking pre-pubescent and
pubescent little tykes who parade in and out of the clinic with their
colds, sprained ankles, tummy aches etc., not to mention their acorn sized
breast buds, the slight curving nature of their hips and waists hinting of
the promised womanhood to come... but this is not the reason for this
story.  I hope you enjoy what I am to describe and I'll try to keep the
tangential thoughts to a minimum.

After I finished up the chart I was working on and discharged the patient I
started flipping through Jasmyn's chart to familiarize myself somewhat with
her history.  I recalled the nurse walking what appeared to be a very short
girl who by physical development standards appeared to be 16 or 17 years
old into a room with an older woman who for all appearances was the mother.
I saw that this pair went into room number 4 as was indicated on Jasmyn's
chart.  I figured the listed age was wrong and I was going to be seeing a
"little person."

Joan, the nurse working with me that night, passed by the charting area and
I asked her where the 9 year old was.

"That was her," she said, "Kind of unusual in appearance for a nine year
old I should think."

Talk about your understatement.  If the girl who just walked by me was
nine, then I'm thirty.  Actually, I'm fifty but who cares?

"Hmm," I murmured more to myself than to the nurse. "this is going to be
interesting"...little did I know!

I like to kid around with the younger patients so I thought no matter the
problem I could handle it well...get things done, and get going.  This was
the last patient of the day after a busy evening and I was ready to go
home, relax, check on the latest uploads on alt.binaries.camille and maybe
choke the chicken.  Little did I know that there would be no chicken
choking tonight!  I had read the medical history that there were concerns
about this young lady suffering from precocious puberty.  I thought if the
girl who had just walked by me, with what appeared to be 34 Bs, a
distinctly feminine figure, hips that swayed like a pendulum as she walked
and the tightest bubble butt I had seen in quite a while was really 9, then
the diagnosis of precocious puberty was definitely in the "no shit
Sherlock" category.

She was, according to the record, on a medication called luprolide.  This
is an injection usually given monthly, that blocks hormone activity.  It
has many uses in gynecology one of them being to block the progress of
precocious puberty.

Imagine a very cute, tightly packed 16 year old cheerleader...then make her
weigh about 80 pounds and barely over 4' 4" tall.  Some of you readers
might recall a Russian Lolita model by the name of "Dasha"...cute as a
button, built like a brick outhouse, and way under 5 feet tall.  Well, this
was Jasmyn.

I knocked on the door, opened it up and went in announcing myself.

"Hi," I'm Dr. Keith..."you're Jasmyn?"

The young lady sitting on the exam table acknowledged that she was indeed
Jasmyn and bumped my extended fist.

I looked her over and would never for a minute believe that this young girl
on the table was nine.  16 or 17 maybe, but never 9.  Then mentally shaking
my head I remembered that her chart clearly gave her date of birth which at
that time made her 9 years and about 2 months, her height of 52" and her
weight of 80 pounds.  She was maybe a little on the above average size for
a nine year old, but the physical development was definitely that of an
older teen...one that if she was indeed 16 or 17 was probably either
already sexually active or actively fighting the boys off.

"My God!" I silently exclaimed..."there has to be a mistake...is she a
midget?"  For before my eyes was a girl who for all intents and purposes
was as developed as a late teen or early twenties woman yet barely over 4
feet tall."

My ephebophilic nature was aroused, to say the least.  (For the reader, an
ephebophile is a person attracted to pubescent girls and/or boys...those
who maintain most of their childhood traits yet are clearly maturing
sexually.)  At a minimum I was going to have some strong jack-off sessions
fantasizing about this!

     "So, what's up?  What's the reason for your visit today?" I queried.
    Mom started the conversation with "Well, Jasmyn is here for a female
issue...her regular doctor is out of town on a mission trip and her
gynecologist just retired and we're having a problem that just seems to be
getting worse and I can't deal with it anymore and was looking for some
relief not only for her but for me..." all this came out in about two
seconds and, for the first time, I recognized the weary look of shear
exasperation on the mom's face.

"Wait ma'am...slow down a minute please" I asked.  "Let's approach this one
thing at a time.  What exactly is going on today that has you this
concerned?"

"Well doctor," she started. "I told the nurse about Jasmyn's growing up too
fast; you know the precocious puberty thing. She's been seeing a
gynecologist who has tried to slow down the process but there hasn't been
anything that has helped."

My attention was fully focused on this mom at this point.  I was facing her
directly when she teared up, got a look of anguish on her face and pointed
at the table and said.

"See! There she goes again!"

I turned to look at the patient on the exam table, and as non-chalantly as
you please, like someone would be fiddling with a button or trying to get a
piece of lint off of their clothing, "little" Jasmyn was pinching her left
nipple, rolling it around between thumb and forefinger of her right hand
and rubbing her crotch with the first two fingers of her left hand.
Seriously, the look on this young girls face was totally innocent,
completely blank as it were as she masturbated quite openly.

"She's driving me crazy!" the mother, whose name was Patsy exclaimed.  "The
gyno told us that even though she was nine the premature puberty thing made
her body and her sex drive that of a much older teen and that Jaz would
have urges like any other woman.  The problem is she has the mental
development of a nine year old and even though she tries to control the
urges she forgets and absent mindedly starts playing with her body and
simply will not or cannot quit until she comes.

She went on to say, "I know that sexual urges are normal, even for young
kids who are not having problems like Jaz, but she masturbates almost
constantly.  Some days I know she brings herself to climax a dozen or more
times...and that's just what we see!  I know that she does it in her room
when she's alone, and in the bathroom."

I'm actually speechless for the moment.  Mr. Happy, my pet name for my
cock, while speechless is certainly looking up from his normal state of
rest to see what the heck is going on.  I have visions of this youngster
writhing and moaning in ecstasy at the family dinner table.  Mr. Happy, it
seems, is having visions of this girls mouth devouring him or of playing
"hide the salami" within the folds of Jasmyn's sure to be beautiful pussy.

"I've had to withdraw her from public schools and private schools and begin
to home school her." Patsy went on.  "They simply can't deal with her
constantly playing with herself in front of the other kids her age."

"A couple of the kids knew what was going on, especially the boys, and they
teased her a lot, " the young lady's mom said, "but the teachers, students
and staff were embarrassed, the other parents were complaining, and poor
Jas simply doesn't see that what she's doing is wrong!  To her, it's
nothing more than scratching an itch!  They drove her away!"

I though to myself, "I have an itch this young hottie can scratch"

As I watched the youngster absentmindedly roll and tug now on the other
nipple and more firmly rub and massage her crotch I could see the glassy
eyed "thousand yard" stare look on her face and noticed that her breathing
was not only getting deeper but more rapid.  Faster and faster, with more
intention, she kept up her digital manipulation of her body and then
suddenly tensed up, let out a screech that sounded like she's just seen a
frightening event, straightened out her legs, arched her back then just as
suddenly slumped back on the table and had a look of utter contentment on
her face.  Her cheeks were flushed, a pair of tears rolled down her cheeks
and she let out a huge sigh.

Only a split second later I heard a muffled moan coming from behind me and
as I turned around I saw the girl's mother pulling her left hand from the
under the waistband of her running shorts type pants.  With a combined look
of great embarrassment mixed with equal parts shame and lust she looked
straight at me with a half smile half smirk.  I could not believe that this
was happening.  I expected Ashton Kutcher to pop through the door and
announce that I was being punked.

"Doctor...what no one seems to understand is that Jasmyn's horniness seems
to be contagious, at least to me" she said in a hushed, hurried voice, "If
I'm around her and she begins to play with herself, it reminds me of when I
was a girl of ten or so and the occasions when I would play with myself."

She continued "Of course, I didn't have the early puberty thing going on,
but I did have a very early interest in sexy things and started
masturbating in 4th grade."

"Once she gets started, if I don't leave the room or send her away from
where I am, I just absolutely can't control myself and I just HAVE to cum!
What makes it so bad is that she is my daughter, a mere child, and if she's
doing sexy things to herself then I get so turned on I simply cannot resist
the temptation to find some sort of sexual release for myself."

At this point, I rolled the exam chair I was on to the door, (being afraid
to stand up and announce Mr. Happy's presence) opened it up and hollered
down the hall.

"It's okay to clock out and leave Joan, I won't need any labs or anything,"
I choked out "This will only be a counselling session and I can take care
of everything myself.  Have a nice evening!"

"Ok Doc...I've got things to do and want to get to Wal-Mart before it
closes," Joan called back.  I was so glad that we had worked together for
many years and she knew when to hit the road.

I looked at my watch...8:05 pm...I didn't care that I wasn't going to get
home in time for Law and Order.  I was pretty sure that I would be able to
create my own set of "Special Victims" right here... and soon!

CHAPTER TWO

Once I was sure that Joan had left the building (she had her purse at the
ready since Jasmyn was our last patient and the receptionist had already
closed the front door and left for home) I turned to the mother, Patsy,
saying,

"I'll be right back; I have to check into something, I won't be a minute."
Patsy looked up and nodded...she had a crumbled tissue in her hand and was
dabbing at her eyes.

I dashed down the hallway to the lounge, entered the restroom and closed
the door.  The large mirror over the sink reflected the stunned expression
on my face.

"Jesus H. Christ on a crutch!"  What the hell is happening out there?

After composing myself by splashing cold water on my face I left the
restroom and walked back down the hall to the exam room.  I put my hand on
the doorknob, twisted it and walked in.

"But Mom, why can't we?"  I hear Jasmyn ask just as I walked in the room.
Mom was blushing and shushing the little girl and she then said "We'll
see!"

I decided to act upon my pervy nature as I couldn't see how anything horrid
would happen to me this evening if I were to take a liberty or two with
this young lady.

I opened one of the drawers at the side of the exam table and brought out a
sheet.  I knew there was a patient gown that would be about the right size
for this hot little minx sitting quietly on the table.  The t-shirt she was
wearing was a bit on the loose side, but still snug enough that I could
clearly see her BB sized nipples pushing against the fabric.

I thought to myself, "I'm gonna see those tits really soon and get a
handful of them...and maybe, just maybe, have a taste or twenty."

"Young lady, "I addressed Jasmyn, "I need you to undress and cover up with
this sheet.  Unfortunately, we don't have any gowns in your size, so we'll
have to use this to keep you covered up some."

Quick as a flash she had her hands on the bottom of that t-shirt and was
lifting it off of her torso and over her head.  A person would have thought
the shirt was on fire as quickly as it was removed.

"I thought you'd never ask!" she nearly shouted. She had a look of glee on
her face and I wouldn't have been surprised if she had started clapping her
hands.  She turned to her mom and said "I bet he would mom, I bet he
would!"

Patsy shushed Jasmyn and looked at me.

"See what I mean Doctor?"  Her mom said with a note of exasperation.  "She
has turned into a nudist and an exhibitionist, and quite frankly, I don't
know enough descriptive words.

I was curious as to what the "he would" part entailed.  Being the
consummate professional (yeah right!) I continued as usual.

And quite frankly, I couldn't pay much attention to what Jasmyn's mom was
saying because I was looking at the nicest set of titties I'd ever seen on
a nine year old...well, actually, the ONLY set of what one could call
titties on a nine year old.

Don't get me wrong, I think that there are some sexy as hell little girls
who have no nipple budding at all, who just have the swelling of the entire
pectoral area, hinting at things to come.  I also like very much the acorn
size puffy nipples, when only the brown nipple part has the slight swelling
that precedes actual breast development...Who am I trying to kid?  I like
little girl boobies of just about any shape and size!

Jasmyn's breasts were shaped like lemons...if you cut about 1/3 of the
lemon crossways...the nipple was what us perverts call
"puffy"...officially, the areolar part of the nipple had a separate mound
of its own from the remainder of the breast tissue.

Those delicious little mounds were quite pale in comparison to the
remainder of her skin.  It was obvious that she had been wearing a bikini
type top, a conservative one by the size of the "pale" part.  It looked
absolutely delicious, luscious, and appetizing to this old man.

In for a penny, in for a pound-which is an English expression I know-I said
to Jasmyn..."shorts and panties off too please."

I swear she squealed with delight. She stripped out of her nylon soccer
shorts and the cutest Hello Kitty panties I had seen that day...okay, the
ONLY Hello Kitty panties I had seen, but you know what I mean.  .  I was
wondering at what point the cops or the folks with the video cams were
going to come bursting through the door...."Busted!" was what I expected to
hear.

Nothing of the sort happened.  Jasmyn lay back on the exam table with the
sheet pulled up to just below her neck and looked at me with an almost
pleading expression.

What happened over the next half an hour or so surprised me even more than
I was already.



Chapter Three

I turned to the mother and told her that this would be as complete a
gynecologic exam as I could do, short of the Pap smear.

She said "anything, Doctor...I am at my wit's end with this and really need
some kind of relief.

I though to myself "well, lady, you just relieved yourself about 5 minutes
ago, I can still smell your wet pussy...mighty nice I might add."

"Ma'am," I answered, "I'll do my best to put you and Jasmyn at ease and to
help you both through this trying time."

Jumping Jehosaphat...I'm sounding like an undertaker at a wake.

I turned my full attention (Mr. Happy was at attention too I might
add...thank goodness for white lab coats) to the absolutely stunningly
beautiful Jasmyn.  She had very dark brown, shoulder length hair with just
a hint of a wave to it.  Her face had the shape of Demi Moore is the best
way I can describe it.  Her lips were very "pouty" and had a touch of
redness that, at first glance, looked like she was wearing lipstick but she
wasn't.  She still had just a hint of the chipmunk cheeks that little girls
often do.

The most striking though were her eyes.  They were ice blue...very very
pale blue with pupils that were dilated.  In short, she was smoking hot
beautiful.

I did a cursory exam of her head and neck, ears and throat.  As I was
palpating her neck for enlarged lymph nodes I realized that I could almost
wrap my entire hand around her neck.  While examining her neck, she let out
a cute giggle, very typical of girls her age, and blushed a little bit.

Mr. Happy started pouring out copious amounts of pre-cum.

I asked her to put her right arm behind her head and checked her axilla for
enlarged lymph nodes.  There was just a bare shadow of dark peach fuzz
under her arms.  The same was true for the left side.

I told her that I was going to examine her breasts next.  I swear that her
response was a rapid nodding of her head in the way a young girl would
indicate "yes...I want to get a special present"...you know, the rapid up
and down motion that a little girl gives, accompanied by a smile and
sparkle in her eyes...the kind that enables little vixens to wrap older men
around their fingers.  I fell for it hook, line and sinker.

As I lowered the sheet on the right side of her chest I intently looked at
her body.  Very soon after exposing the area just below her clavicle
(collar bone) there began a swelling.  This gentle curvature, accompanied
by the pale nature of the area covered by her bathing suit top contrasted
so greatly with the dark tan of her neck, collar area and top of her chest.

I was about to blow a load at this point gentle readers...I mean, here I am
with a 9 year old girl who had just played with her nipples and pussy to
the point of orgasm right in front of me, sitting in the same room was the
girls early thirty something mother who had just rubbed herself to an
orgasm.  I was certain that somehow I was dreaming or hallucinating.

I'm pretty sure it was the slight friction of the cotton sheet rubbing
against her nipple that caused the sudden intake of breath that Jasmyn
took.  By the time the nipple of her right breast was exposed...it was
quite erect and standing out about 1/4 inch from the little puffy mound,
the papilla (brownish part of the nipple) on her lemon sized breasts.

I did the breast exam on that side in a sincere effort to check for lumps
as I would do any breast exam.  When I got to the nipple and started the
examination of this part, which includes a gentle squeezing, Jasmyn's eyes
widened, her breathing got a little deeper and more rapid and she kind of
closed her eyes and the softest of moans escaped from her strawberry red
lips.

"Enough of this," I told myself, "I've got to speed this along before
someone either changes their mind, or I awaken from this dream!"

I performed the same procedure on the left side, eliciting even more of a
moan, this time from deep in the throat of this sexy as hell nine year old.

"You see doctor?"  Her mother said, "She gets that way with the slightest
touch of her breasts.  Every time I massage them for her she gets this
way!"

Did I hear correctly?  Was this mother massaging her daughter's breasts and
tweaking her nipples?  Enquiring minds want to know!

"Please tell me about this massage you're doing." I said as calmly as I
could to the mother.

Patsy answered, "Well, the previous doctor said that perhaps by helping Jaz
with her sexual needs maybe she wouldn't be so inclined to play with
herself as much.

I thought to I needed to meet this doctor...I liked his style and maybe we
could form a club!

So, in an effort to help her when I helped her with her bath and at bed
time, I would stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples and tell her that
this was how her boyfriend and later her husband would to it to bring her
pleasure"

"That worked for a little while, "she continued "but soon she just seemed
to want more and more release."

For the first time in the evening, Jasmyn actually spoke..."tell him what
you do now Mom to help me!"

"LATER," Patsy nearly shouted...

At this point Patsy got very flustered, sputtered "Oh my god doctor, I'm so
embarrassed and ashamed and frightened...maybe someone will come and arrest
me and take Jaz away"

My mind was whirling, spinning nearly out of control by this time...here I
am thinking about planting Mr. Happy deeply into the cunt of this
chronologically nine year old child, but physically 16 or 17 in
appearance...both were illegal as hell, but at least if she was TRULY 16 I
could make a case for "age of consent." And the MOTHER is worried about
being arrested????

At this point, Jasmyn had come out of her fog from the nipple stimulation
and started being a chatterbox.

"Mom!  Tell him how when you were rubbing my boobies and you got so turned
on you started sucking on them and rubbing my pussy!"  Jasmyn practically
shouted.

Under any other circumstances I would probably be shocked at this
statement, and coming from a patient would legally require me to notify
authorities...however, this time I was so damned horny and interested in
hearing this tale all I could do was sit there on the rolling stool
completely stunned. I glanced over at Patsy and saw that the little girl's
mother had a look of pure mortification on her face now that the cat was
out of the bag.

Jasmyn took over at this point.

"She was rubbing them gently, just like Dr. Kreuger (the pediatric
gynecologist) told her to.  Starting at the edges making tiny circles.
She'd start on one booby and go from one to the other.  As she got closer
to my nipples I was breathing faster and she was breathing faster and that
first time she said "oh my God...I can't help it" and started sucking and
licking on them." She explained.

She continued "The more she sucked and licked, the more I felt like having
the special feeling that I get when I rub my cunny.  The pins and needles
feeling got more and more until I exploded.  Mommy says when that happens
I'm having a "cum."

"She didn't stop there and kept rubbing my boobies and pushed me back on
the bed and put her legs on both sides of my right leg and started rubbing
her private parts on my leg.  She went faster and faster until she got the
good feeling too!" Jasmyn said.

"Then Mommy touched my cunny with her fingertips and rubbed and tickled and
pushed and tickled until I came...she does it all the time now!"

I looked over at Patsy, the girl's mother, who was flushed, looked scared
as the devil who looked me in the eye and said; "It's true doctor! I'm so
ashamed-after all this is my little girl. "

"Tell him what you told me about when you were my age mommy!" Jasmyn said.
At this point.  I was all ears.  And stiff cock.

Patsy was absolutely struck dumb.  She was moving her mouth and jaw like a
fish out of water.

"Tell him how when you were 10 years old you and your cousin would lick on
each other's pussies and put things in them until you got the good
feeling!"

Jasmyn could tell that her mother wasn't going to divulge any of this, so,
enraptured, I listened closely.

"Mom's first cousin Jenny was spending the night," Jasmyn started out
excitedly in the way a young tween would...ending sentences on an upnote
like asking a question. "And they started talking about boys and decided
they should practice kissing with each other."

"Anyways," she went on, "they were kissing and hugging and kissing some
more and they started rubbing each other's backs like grownups do in the
movies.  Then Jenny started rubbing mom's boobies, even though she didn't
have anything like my boobies back then, and Mom says her cunny started
getting warm and tingly and kind of wet."

"Mom decided that if it felt this good for Jenny to rub her, then she would
rub Jenny too.  Pretty soon they were both naked and were hugging and
kissing still and rolling around on the bed."

Jenny asked mom if she had ever rubbed her pussy and mom said a couple of
times but it felt weird so she stopped.  Jenny said you have to keep on and
keep on and find the little bump at the top of your cunny and keep rubbing
until your whole body pops like a balloon, or at least it feels that way.

Well, they started out rubbing themselves then each other until they both
popped with the good feeling.

By this time, the mom looked shell shocked and filled in the story.

"My cousin and I often spent the nights together and the weekends together"
Patsy mumbled very softy, almost trance like.  "After that first time we
would hide in the woods behind my house or in the tree house at her place
and continue our games of practice kissing.  She had an older brother who
had some dirty magazines that she stole from him one time and we looked
through them a lot, talking about how nice the ladies pussies looked, how
big their boobs were."

One of the magazines had men licking the pussies of women, women licking
the pussies of other women and we naturally came to the conclusion that we
would try it on each other.

We played rock paper scissors to decide who would to the other first and it
fell to me to start.

I started by kissing her on the lips, we didn't know about tongue kissing
yet, but we soon would.  I kissed down her neck and kissed her nipples...at
the time neither of us had anything other than slightly raised nipples
only, no actual breasts, but it wasn't too long before we needed a training
bra.

I kissed down her belly and made my way to her pussy.  She had a few dark
hairs at the top of her pussy and a couple by the opening, not many, just
maybe a dozen altogether.  The inner lips were swollen and pouched out from
the fatter lips a little bit and they were really dark pink.

She spread her legs a little and I knelt down between her legs and put my
hands near her pussy and kind of pulled the lips apart.  I could see
something that looked like snot coming from the opening and there was a
little bit of a musky smell...not bad, not like pee or anything, just a
little bit of an odor.

"I leaned in and kissed her at the top of her pussy and kissed my way down
the middle of her pussy.  Jenny squirmed and wiggled and told me to lick
her please, somehow she knew that it would feel better and better."

"I started licking at her cunny like a kitten would go after a bowl of
milk.  I just barely stuck my tongue out and took little tiny licks.  God
help me I liked the taste and Jenny was squirming and wiggling and oohing
and aahing more and more as I continued licking her.  Pretty soon, because
it tasted so good and because I knew it made her feel great I was using my
whole tongue, lapping the whole length of her pussy opening from bottom to
top and even trying to get the tip a little bit into the tiny opening.  It
seemed that the more I licked the more her cunny leaked that slippery
liquid and the more she squirmed."

"After a few minutes she stiffened up and screamed...I was so glad we were
out in the playhouse where no one could hear us...after that she sort of
got really relaxed and was almost passed out I thought.  I was worried
because she was really still for what seemed like an hour but I know it was
only a minute or so."

"When she came to, she looked up at me, grinning and said...you're gonna
like this...A LOT!"

(The reader will please excuse me for putting off the telling of this part
of Patsy's story until later.)


Chapter Four

Now, by this time I was horny as hell and wanting relief.  I had been
directing my attention to Patsy, Jasmyn's mom, during her recanting of her
encounter with her cousin Jenny.  During this time I had totally missed the
fact that Jasmyn had both of her hands in her crotch furiously rubbing her
pussy.

She frantically rubbed her clit with one hand and was diddling the entrance
to her cunny putting her index finger in about half way and plunging it in
and out at a rapid pace.  She would switch hands occasionally and again
that thousand yard stare had taken over her face.

I had a lot of experience as a medical practitioner and was always up to
date on my continuing medical education.  I do not recall ever seeing an
article about what to do when there was a foxy 9 year old plunging her
fingers in and out of her pussy at a rapid pace making squishing sounds and
being seconds away from orgasm.

Patsy looked up at her daughter and then at me saying "I can't help how
much it turns me on looking at her.  I get so damned wet and horny I just
have to do something about it...don't you agree?" Wow, I wasn't quite
expecting that question.

About that time Jasmyn climaxed again...the room was smelling darned good
about this time what with the juices of Jasmyn and Patsy.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat after a moment's deliberation as to what I
might say, "there is a certain eroticism to watching someone else
masturbate, but the mere thought that she is only nine has complex societal
and legal ramifications..." I usually don't resort to "big word" talk but
my mind was absolutely running at warp speed...I mean, here was a pretty
darned attractive 30 something (I thought) year old woman who has been
masturbating off and on for the last 30 minutes or so AND her absolutely
stunningly cute late high school or early college age appearing 9 year old
who has brought herself to perhaps three orgasms in the same length of time
(I had lost count)...and this woman is asking me if I think that this is a
turn on?

Hell to the fuck yes! I thought.

Jasmyn brought me back to the present by asking me if I was going to finish
the examination.  I had to shake my head a moment, before answering her,
"of course sweetie."

By now she had assumed a sitting position on the edge of the exam table
with her legs dangling and swinging.  They were exquisitely shaped and
tanned to the max and her toes had a very nice fairly new deep coral pink
polish on the nails.  Whatever else she was, she was a looker and took very
good care of her appearance.  It was apparent to me that she shaved her
legs as they were devoid of the find short blondish hairs that adorn the
sexy coltish legs of girls as their bodies begin to give way to the effects
of estrogens.  I wondered silently if she shaved her pussy lips too...that
would be pretty wild seeing a nine year old girl's cunt lips, bare to the
world as they usually are, but bare because they had had the short and
curlies removed...geez, this was getting complicated.

I must confess to my gentle readers that my cock was leaking like a sieve.
I was amazed that I hadn't cum in my pants by now.  I mean, here I was a
professional man, albeit with a twisted sense of what was erotic, in a
small exam room with a nine year old budding nymphomaniac and her equally
sexually charged mother.  Dear God in Heaven save me from my self but let
me get my rocks off first!

Back to the legs...now if a 9 year old can have perfect legs, this little
lady sure did.  Although she had just a smidgen of the baby fat that
sometimes remains on otherwise fairly thin girls, Jasmyn's legs were quite
muscular and I would later on find out that she was active in dance and
gymnastics, very active indeed, before the precocious puberty hit.

Imagine if you will, flawlessly tanned skin, firm but not too muscular
calves and thighs....mighty fine!

Jasmyn as I mentioned was in the seated position with the sheet just
covering the swell of her breasts and tucked under her arms.  The lower
aspect of the sheet was folded over slightly above her knees, about 3/4 the
way up her firm thighs.  Knowing that she was sitting there actually
anxiously waiting for me to look at her pussy was giving me palpitations.

I told the young lady to lie back on the table and she did quite readily.
I extended the footrests (stirrups are for horse saddles) and gently
grasped her shapely ankles, again admiring the beautifully polished
toenails.  I told her that I wanted her to slide her bottom down as far on
the table as she could until she felt her bottom touch the edge.  I was
almost afraid to look up and take a peak at her pussy as I pressed gently
on the inside of her knees to allow access to her genitals.

I finally lifted my gaze and saw the most delicious looking pussy EVER!
Now, the reader must remember that I spend over 15 years doing gynecology
and 5 years in Family Medicine...I had seen more pussy that most men could
ever dream of.  Some nice, others extremely the opposite.

This child's pudendum was PERFECT!  Gracefully curved labia majora (the
outer lips, the ones where the hair grows) , perfectly proportioned and
protruding labia minora which were truly mirror images of each other.  The
clitoris was barely peaking from under its hood, (the prepuce) and had a
pearly, slightly purple sheen.

There was just a dusting of very fine peach fuzz on the labia majora and
about a quarter sized patch of faintly curly dark pubes centered just above
the top of her slit.

There was about a 6 cm wet spot on the paper under her bottom and a smear
of shining clear mucous surrounding her vaginal opening.  Her anus was a
pink, not brown, star that was winking at me with the spasms which
frequently accompany sexual excitement in women...women who want something
in the vagina and NOW!

It was all I could do to prevent myself from putting on a bib and chowing
down on the pubescent buffet before me, slurping up those delectable juices
then poking her with my aching cock and thrusting until I blew my load into
the depths of her nine year old cunt.

End of chapter four, comments to joemamma619@hotmail.com
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