Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2011 18:41:29 -0400
From: Joe Mamma <joemamma619@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jasmyn part III      bisexual incest adult/youth

Disclaimer: Again, this is pure fiction this never happened except for in
my mind.  Turn around and walk away from your computer if you are under-age
or if it is illegal to read this in your jurisdiction.  I also wish to
apologize for the mistake I made in formatting instalment II

Jasmyn III

At this point I was about to bust...both mentally and physically.  I don't
recall ever being subjected to this level of intensity of sexual
stimulation without having some relief.  Even as a youngster, once I found
out what hard-ons were for and how to get rid of them, if I felt the need
for release, I'd go somewhere and jackoff as soon as possible.  This only
created a problem a few times over the years.

One particular instance comes to mind when I was about 11 and in church.
The pews were arranged in a nearly semi-circle around the altar.  The youth
groups were seated in the front row ostensably to make us feel more a part
of the congregation, but it was probably to keep a better eye on us.

Mary Sue Lambert was the object of my (heterosexual) desires at the time.
This was in the mid seventies when skirts were fairly short.  She was
seated in the front row, opposite me and she knew that I had a crush on
her.  She was a cock tease of the greatest degree and when she knew I was
looking (which was nearly all the time) she would spread her knees apart,
always varying the degree of spread.  This had the effect of exposing her
inner thighs and, from time to time, her panties.

Now, at the time, my dick would get as hard as granite with next to no
provocation.  When Mary Sue did the panty peek-a-boo thing with me...in the
middle of church for cryin' out loud, this was about as much provocation as
anyone could stand. (As I sat on the rolling stool in the exam room I
recalled that episode and, given points for me being older and much more
sexually experienced, I equated the level of frustration back then with
what I felt at this time.)

Thank goodness our church wasn't really stuffy and was fairly progressive
as far as dress code.  I had on fairly loose shorts and a long printed
t-shirt which did a pretty decent job of hiding my interest in Mary Sue.
The congregation was also fairly tolerant of folks leaving during the
service for bathroom breaks or, as the lady's called it "to powder their
noses."

I'm not sure that spanking the monkey would have been on their list of
acceptable reasons for making an exit from the service, but a natural
emergency is a natural emergency!

I rushed out of the sanctuary and through the exit door into the hallway
leading back to the parish family center.  I nearly ran to the men's room
and right before I was completely through the door I heard the door to the
sanctuary open again and footsteps coming down that same hallway.

I turned my head back and saw that following me was my older brother Gary.
He was 15 months older than me and my very best friend.  He was also my
first and favorite sex partner.  He motioned me to go ahead and enter the
men's room and within seconds he was in the far stall with me.

"Shit...Mary Sue is such a fuckin' tease...I was hopin' she was doing that
coz she wasn't wearing panties...at first I didn't see them but she
eventually showed them" he panted as he reached for his belt and began
unbuckling it "I know she was doing it for you but I was sitting right
behind you and had a perfect view. When you got up and came back here I
knew what you were up to and I figured you could use a hand...I know I
could."

By this time we both had our pants to our knees and our hands on each
other's cocks stroking away.  There were scads of precum leaking from both
of us and we used it as a natural lubricant.

Now, Gary and I had been doing sexual stuff with each other for quite some
time and were wise to the ways of getting our rocks off a) quickly b)
quietly and c) without getting caught.

We knew that the back stall had assist bars for the oldsters to use to help
themselves up from taking a crap.  Thanks to some very good carpentry work,
these bars we found would also support the weight of either Gary or me.

One of us could sit on the crapper as if taking a shit and the other could,
with a little balancing act, put one leg on either assist bar and kinda
squat to receive a blow job.  The stall wasn't really very wide so it
wasn't as difficult as it might sound.

We had been getting each other's rocks off for about two years I guess and,
being in the heightened state of horniness that Mary Sue had brought us to,
it was sure to be only a minute or two for either of us to cum.

Gary, with his pants down around his ankles, sat on the crapper and put one
foot on the john and hoisted myself up into position.  I had my shorts off
and wadded up on the back of the toilet so all I was wearing was the
t-shirt.  My brother pushed it up over my steel hard thick 4 inch dick and
with one hand cupping my balls, which had just started "hanging" low in
their sac, and the other on my ass cheek rubbing it like crazy, with his
fingertip teasing my asshole, he engulfed my dick with his mouth and
immediately began gentle suction and tongue licks that he knew was sure to
make me erupt in short order.

He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around the tip of my
dick at the end of the outstroke and planting it firmly on the rounded
portion of the underside of my cock on the way down...greatly increasing
the stimulation.

Within 60 seconds, my cock began swelling up and Gary was treated to
several small, but powerful, squirts of my boycum.  I had been shooting for
about 3 months, had a fair sprinkling of light brown pubic hair but a
nearly bald scrotum.

We had never once hesitated to swallow the others cum...even when we first
started messing around.  I have no idea why this was; we just figured it
was the thing to do.

We heard the sounds of the exit hymn coming from the church sanctuary and
on mutual agreement decided that we'd better get dressed and head on
outside so we could meet up with our parents-i.e. try to act normal.

"You owe me dipstick..." Gary said laughingly."I know how much you needed a
cum after the show that Mary Sue gave so that's why I let you cum first.
When we get home...I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard!"

"I can't wait!" I said as I adjusted my shorts and waited while he made
himself presentable.

We didn't know that we had company in the men's room however.  More on that
topic later.

Bringing myself back to the present moment, with Patsy naked in the chair
beside me, absent mindedly stroking her shaved pussy and Jasmyn propping
herself up by the shoulders in a semi sitting position on the exam table, I
wondered what was next.  It wasn't long before I would learn.

Jasmyn's mom began, "Dr. Keith, we just knew that you would be the answer
to our prayers."  (Does a parent really pray for a perverted clinician?)

"We have friends who have met you before and told us about your experience
as a gynecologist as well as a family practitioner.  You treated their
children before and helped them with some of their emotional issues so we
thought we'd take a chance that you'd help us too."

I wasn't sure exactly who the patients were or how I helped...but why
quibble?

She continued, "We noticed the way you looked at Jasmyn when you first
walked in...you looked at her, not with lust or like some dirty old man,
but with genuine admiration for her beauty and her...uhhm... physical
attributes.  Jasmyn has a sense for men who care and for those who just
want to abuse her.  She has a really sensitive "creepy guy" alarm.  You
wouldn't believe the looks that she gets when out in public.

My mind was able to control my mouth from saying "I sure the fuck can
believe how guys look at her...I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her
silly the second I saw her sitting on the exam table."

Instead I said "well, I have had years of experience and believe that
patients should always be treated with utmost respect.  I am appalled by my
behavior tonight...I can't believe that I let myself go like this."

Patsy said..."there is no reason to apologize...Dr. K said the same
thing...there is no way to resist taking part in sex play when Jasmyn gets
turned on.  It's like there is some erotic `tractor' beam drawing anyone
within a five feet radius into playing games with her or acting out
sexually once she gets going.  I know that I am totally incapable of
resisting the urge to masturbate or to suck on her titties or eat her pussy
once she starts playing with herself."

Jasmyn blushed and giggled a little bit, the way any nine year old would if
she heard an adult bragging on her or giving her a compliment.

"When you left the exam room after first meeting us, Jasmyn told me that
she got the best feeling she'd ever had from an adult male, just being in
your presence."

"That's right!", Jasmyn interjected "I told mommy that you had the kindest
eyes and nicest smile I'd ever seen and that I had more tingles in my
titties and buzzes in my pussy being in the same room with you than with
any other grown up ever!"

Poor kid, I decided not to tell her that I had utmost difficulty keeping my
eyes pointed straight ahead and away from her tits.  I figured why spoil
the mood?

Patsy continued, "And I am here to see if you're good enough to be the
first man to have sex with her!"

It was here that I came in my pants.  I can only recall maybe one or two
other episodes ever in my fifty years that I came without touching myself
and without any other physical stimulation.

Patsy stood up and walked toward me, fully nude, beautiful pert firm
breasts just above eye level, shaved cunt just below eye level and the most
erotic aroma emanating from the juices dripping down her legs.

"First, you're going to fuck me...If I say you're good enough, and then you
get to be the one to deflower Jasmyn."

There comes a time in a man's life when he just has to go with the current
as it flows.

Patsy straddled my left leg and settled in to a comfortable position by dry
(well almost dry, her pussy was so wet that within a minute my pants had a
wet spot the size of a dinner plate) humping my thigh.  She put her arms
around my neck and after locking her hands behind my head drew my lips to
hers.

There are kisses that can blow your mind and this was one of them.  Only if
you've ever had one can you know that soft, hard, biting, sucking, sweet
and tangy can be used all at the same time to describe the same kiss.  Her
tongue snaked into my mouth and we played tongue tango for a minute.

I'm never quite sure where to put my hands on a woman when engaged in such
a kiss as this, so I put them everywhere...bringing to mind a phrase I had
learned as a young teen "Roman Hands and Russian fingers."

Patsy was pretty, very pretty and had a more than nice figure.  I'm not
going to embellish and say she was drop dead gorgeous because that phrase
didn't really apply.  She had a very nice pair of tits with just a little
bit of upturn to the nipples which were pressed against my chest.  Damn, I
wish I weren't wearing this darned lab coat.  She also had smooth skin on
her back which I was doing my best to explore by rubbing my hands up and
down lightly.

Her waist was pronounced being curvy enough to catch any man's eye no
matter what she was wearing.  Her ass was just large enough to be
noticeable, but I wouldn't say it qualified for "I like big butts and I
cannot lie" size.

Breaking the kiss she backed her head away saying..."Now, you're going to
make love to me.  If I'm satisfied that you'll be gentle with my baby then
she is all yours!"

I have taken hundreds of tests of various types throughout my education and
into my career.  I don't recall that I ever prayed so hard for a passing
grade as I was doing at this moment.

Patsy dismounted my thigh and stood up.  It was only then that I noticed
that Jasmyn had gotten up from the exam table and put her clothes back on.

She was seated on the same chair her mom had occupied only moments before,
left leg tucked under the right, right leg swinging away, thumbing through
Highlights for Children magazine trying to find the objects hidden in the
tree.


This was all far too much to believe, too much to wrap my head around.
Just moments ago, I was manually stimulating this extremely

Jasmyn's mother had very firm ass cheeks...this gal has been doing some
serious squats!  As I continued to lick suck and probe this glorious valley
Jasmyn reached over my right hand with her left one and was tracing circles
and figure 8s all over whatever bit of exposed flesh was available.

"Mom really likes to be tickled...well, not tickled coz she doesn't giggle
like I do, but if you just barely touch her like this it really turns her
on."

"Oh, baby...thanks for doing that to mommy...Dr. Keith is doing a great
job, but that really makes mommy feel good!" Patsy said between gasps and
moans.

Her legs were slightly spread and when I backed away from her ass, both to
admire the view and catch a deep breath, I could see trickles of cunt cream
gliding down her inner thighs.  There was the most incredible aroma of ass,
pussy and sweat and my olfactory sensors were about to overheat.

"I'm ready to be fucked now Dr. Keith...are you ready for me?"

Is the Pope's religious affiliation in question?

"My God Patsy...you know I am."

Jasmyn squealed with delight and pushed her tiny but well developed body
between me and her mom's hind quarters facing me with those b-c cup still
developing boobies right at mouth level.

"Stand up Dr. Keith...stand up!"

Having spent some time in the Army Reserves I equated this order with the
"Attention!" cry that would ring out as a superior officer entered a room.
I stood up as rapidly as I could.  The rolling stool shot out from under me
like a bullet and bounced off of the wall behind me.

Jasmyn began tugging at my white coat, I nearly fell down trying to get the
damned thing off, and I threw it into the corner of the exam room.  No
sooner than the coat was off of me, Jasmyn was fumbling with my belt buckle
and, with a surprising amount of dexterity, had my belt, pants and zipper
all undone in barely more time than I could do it on my own.  The size of
her hands was pure little girl.  I studied their size and guessed that if
she were to be wearing surgical gloves they would be less than a size 4.5,
about the smallest that are available.  Her nails were polished with a
clear base and Miley Cyrus decals on the nails of one hand and Justin
Bieber on the other.  This image contrasted so greatly with the size of her
breasts.  Imagine a third grader with cleavage...that's what I'm seeing
mere inches away from my lips which were dying to suckle those treasures.

In a flash my pants and underwear were down around my ankles.  I kicked off
my loafers and within 45 seconds of Jasmyn's order to stand up I was
standing there in my socks only, Mr. Happy at the ready.

Patsy was lying on the exam table with both feet in the footrests, her
knees spread widely and her pussy right at the edge of the table.  It
certainly appeared to be freshly shaved...not even a landing strip.
Neither was there a hair around her asshole.

Having performed literally thousands of pelvic exams over my career it was
a rarity that I saw a woman who shaved not only the lips of her pussy but
also the area around her ass.  Usually there were a few stray hairs.  A
Brazilian wax job would do the trick I know, but something about this lady
said that this was done with a razor, and probably with assistance from
another person...Jasmyn?  Her husband or lover? I was anxious to find out.

I don't mean to sound crude...but Patsy's pussy was drooling.  Copious
amount of slippery gash goo were dripping out of her vaginal opening.
There was a continuous trickle of lubricant emanating from her vagina and
making its way down the natural valley between the globes of her ass
cheeks.  Some of it seemed as if her anus was sucking in the liquid the way
a person would sip at hot cocoa.

Jasmyn by now had assumed a position at the head of the exam table, to the
right of her mom's chest and was holding Patsy's hand in an excited
manner...like two tween girls about to experience a wild ride at the
amusement park.  Her forehead was wrinkled due to the raising of her
eyebrows.  The gleam in her eyes would light up the darkest room anywhere.
There was an air of expectation in her general demeanor such as a child
awaiting a long wished for birthday present.

I'm not a really well hung man but I do have a fairly thick 6.5 inch cut
cock.  Mr. Happy was wide awake and ready for action, despite having
donated a large load of cum less than ten minutes before at the prompting
of Jasmyn's multiple orgasms.  Patsy took a look and said...very nice.  Now
what man wouldn't like hearing that?

I fought the urge to plunge my cock straight into Patsy's cunt.  I love the
feeling I get when I rub the head of my dick against my lover's pussy.  I
took Mr. Happy in my right hand and eased forward until the tip of my rock
hard cock was against Patsy's clit.

With fairly smooth motion and gentle pressure I rubbed up and down against
clit, from the top of the gash to the "taint" area.  You know-the place
that taint her pussy and it taint the asshole either.  Occasionally I would
put some pressure on Patsy's rosebud with the tip of my dick but never
entered her ass.  I would allow just a tiny bit of my cock to slip just a
bit deeper into her vaginal opening (the introitus) on occasion on the
multiple trips up and down her labial folds.

After what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was probably only a
couple of minutes, Patsy was breathing heavily, Jasmyn's eyes were
transfixed at the genital juncture her mom and I were forming.

I spent about thirty seconds of fairly intense pressure rubbing my cock
head in tiny circles against Patsy's clitoris.  She raised up her head from
the table and fairly shouted

"Fuck me damnit!  Stick that cock into me right now!"

Being raised in the South, I was well trained in the art of being a
gentleman.  I wasn't about to deny the pleas of a damsel in distress.

I pulled back just a bit and jammed my cock into her pussy to the hilt and
with all the power I could muster.  She came on the spot with a "YES!" and
had about a 30 second period of heavy breathing and pelvic convulsions

Her cunt was hot, wet, and tight and seemed to have walls of velvet.  There
was no roughness, just a natural fleshy texture that increased the friction
on my cock in a way I had never experienced.

Jasmyn gasped, Patsy gasped and I felt an incredible urge to start "oh
sweet mystery of life at last I've found you!" like Madelyn Kahn in `Young
Frankenstein"

The warmth, wetness and clinging nature of her pussy was incredible.  I
thrust in and out in a rhythm I'd learned from Penthouse or Men's Health or
someplace...6-8 slow soft thrusts followed by 5-6 fast hard, a few shallow,
a few deep and then keep mixing it up.  By this time I had pressed my
thumbs on either side of her clit, not ON it because the stimulation might
be too much.  This allowed yet another avenue of impulses to bombard the
feel good center in her brain which can make a woman's orgasm come on more
quickly or more intensely or, if I was lucky, both.  I have a motto which I
try to live by when it comes to orgasms..." ladies first!"...ever the
southerner-That's me!

From time to time my dick would bump into her cervix.  This is sometimes
pleasurable for a woman, sometimes not so much.  Patsy didn't seem to be
affected one way or another.

Patsy's breasts were jiggling to the rhythm of my thrusting-but I must add
that this jiggle wasn't really all that pronounced.  Her tits were very
firm for a woman of her age. (Now wait a minute doc...you don't really know
how old she is do you?  I'm guessing thirty at the oldest)

Jasmyn had been a non participating bystander up to this point.  Her
mother's nipples were rock hard and stood proudly above her areola like
twin towers.  They were about ˝ inch wide and maybe that long and slightly
browner than the tan she had.  She too had bikini lines that gave great
contrast to the paleness of her skin and the almost caramel color of her
tan.  She was very fortunate that she had yet to develop the dry leathery
look that sun or tanning bed exposure can give a person.

Jasmyn placed the palm of her hand above her mom's right nipple with enough
pressure that the nipple would rub against her palm ever so lightly as it
jiggled to and fro.  I watched her switch sides from time to time, enjoying
the added pleasure she was bringing to her mother whose eyes had widened
and were shifting glances at me, her daughter, and her tits and around
again.

At no time did Jasmyn act as if she wanted to join in further.  That she
was sure enjoying this little contribution to the party was evident by the
look of mischief on her face.

The only reason I was able to last for as long as I did (I'd like to be
able to say I pumped her hard, deep and fast for an hour but that would be
pure crap) was the fact that Mr. Happy had released his load not to long
ago.

Five minutes maximum of thrusting in and out of Patsy's velvety cavern and
I was ready to pop.  I quickened my pace and told Patsy that I was going to
cum.

"Go ahead, I'm almost there myself" she replied.

I increased the pressure on her clit with my left thumb and reached under
my cock with my right hand and slipped my index finger into her asshole.  I
didn't need any lube, there was plenty flowing down the crack of Patsy's
ass.

Once my finger was in her tight poop chute, it seemed to turbo-charge the
feelings Patsy and I were both experiencing.  I could feel my finger
through the several layers of tissue between it and my cock as could Patsy.

Within about thirty seconds the two of us were "uh uh uh'ing" together and
within seconds of Mr. Happy blowing his second load of the evening deep
into the depths of Patsy's pussy she let out a little whimper which rapidly
turned into a sound somewhere between a yelp and a cry of alarm.

I could feel the spasms which were being generated in her cunt begin and
with a rapid clinching and un-clinching of her vaginal muscles every inch
of my dick was squeezed tightly wringing every drop of my cum out of the
tip.

I stopped thrusting and let my dick "soak" for a minute.  It softened
rather quickly and the spasms of her pussy pushed him out with a squishy
plop after about a minute or so.

Our breathing was slowing down, but both of us had been panting as if we
had just run a long race.  There was a sheen of perspiration on both of our
chests and I longed to give Jasmyn's mom a tongue bath.

During this time I was alternating looking at Patsy and Jasmyn's
faces...looking for a sign...something to tell me that I had passed muster
and would be asked to do the honor of taking Jasmyn's virginity.

"Wait a minute!" I thought once I realized exactly what it was I was hoping
for.  "For fuck's sake you are a professional clinician, licensed...a
person who has taken an oath to bring no harm to a patient.  Her you are
having just fucked a woman in front of a child...a crime in itself and you
just masturbated that same child to orgasm all under the guise of an
`examination"...and you are wondering if you `passed' some bizarre test...a
test to see if you're good enough to fuck a nine year old?....are you
freaking out of your ever loving mind?"

"Why...hell to the yes!" came the answer from the other side of my brain.
I felt like a cartoon character from the shows of my childhood.  Whenever a
character was tempted with some mischief there would appear a `good angel'
on one shoulder and a `devil' on the other.  I was perfectly ready to tell
the `good' angel to fuck off.

By this time I had gone through many different scenarios of how this might
play out.

"They came to me, they've mentioned that another physician (who is
eminently respected in his field I must add) has taken liberties with the
child to some degree...the mother clearly invited me to fuck her with the
challenge that upon satisfactory completion of that task I would get to
deflower her precious, voluptuous nine year old girl.

Well, I'd try that story with the authorities if need be...nothing, no
story, no explanation would ever get me out of the pure absolute hot water
in which I would find myself if this ever came to the attention of the
police.  I could only hope that this episode would never come to the light
of day.

I managed to find the rolling stool and have a seat again.

I could not imagine what would possibly be a defense for my
actions...thinking of none I comforted myself with the knowledge that I
have been able to live an ephebophile's dream.

99.9% or better of the time we lovers of tweens have to satisfy our
longings with occasional trips to the beach, to ball games, to church
plays, to the malls or wherever else 8-13 or so year olds gather and enjoy
life.  There is the occasional glimpse of un-restrained titties on some of
the girls (damn this business with girls starting to wear training bras at
age 7...even before there is any puffiness of the nipple or budding of
breast tissue!)

From time to time there are those who wear last year's shorts or tube tops.
There are the all too infrequent peeks at the panties of those who, wearing
skirts, have forgotten to sit `like a lady' and let the hem of their skirts
or dresses slide too high up their creamy firm coltish thighs.

If we are very lucky, we run into a blossoming 12 year old who is wearing a
midriff baring tube top or cut off t-shirt exposing a bit of belly flesh.
Now and again there might be a second or two when we can witness a girl
scratching her twat, pulling her panties out of her camel toe or from
between her ass cheeks.

Mostly we just fantasize.  We watch, we wait and we dream.

But her I am living the ultimate ephebophile's dream.

I have not only seen a gorgeous nine year old naked, but this one has the
tits of a 15 or 16 year old, some very sweet appearing pubic hair, luscious
pussy lips that were perfectly matched to each other and a pink, not brown,
asshole pucker that had a very sexy wink.  I was able to touch her
beautiful breasts and give her a level of satisfaction in the process.

But the icing on the cake was the fact that I, with my bare hands and
fingers, got to touch this beautiful woman/child's pussy, to gently glide
my hands and fingers over the lips, folds, nooks and crannies aided by the
copious lubrication that naturally emanated from her vaginal walls.  I also
had the singular opportunity to taste this same discharge and enjoy the
flavor of a virginal pre-teen albeit one with the body of a much older
teen.

The fact that she still enjoyed childish pleasures like `Highlights' made
it so much more of a fantasy come true.

I waited with a bit of nervousness the verdict from Patsy and Jasmyn as to
my suitability for the taking of her virginity.  I know I would be so
disappointed if they decided against choosing me yet I also knew that the
pleasures of the flesh I had enjoyed so far tonight would provide for an
uncountable number of masturbation sessions for quite some time to come.

In silence Patsy and I both got dressed and Jasmyn resumed her browsing
through the youth magazine she had been looking through just moments ago.

Once we were dressed, Patsy looked at me and asked

"Have you had your supper then?"

Normally when I close the clinic in the evening I stop by a local sports
bar, have a light meal, usually a brat or burger, and a cold beer.  I was
quite leery about showing up anywhere in public with Jasmyn and Patsy.
Fear of being busted was still looming large in my mind.

"Since Jasmyn has started home schooling we have changed our daily schedule
quite a bit.  We eat late and sleep late." Patsy explained.  "We usually
like to go to Gatti-land, have some pizza and let the kids play.  The crowd
is much thinner this time of night so Jas doesn't get as many stares and
rude comments like when she goes earlier in the day."

I tried to remember...did she say `kids'...was there a sibling that I
somehow missed?

Jasmyn dug through her mom's purse and pulled out her iPhone.  She speed
dialled a number and handed the phone to her mom.

"Chris honey-Jasmyn and I are done at the doctors...yes she's okay...yes,
the appointment went well, no there's nothing wrong, in fact everything is
really good.  Hop in your car and meet us down at Gatti-land on Lewis &
Clark in about ten minutes." Patsy said into the phone.

Just as I was about to ask who Chris was, Jasmyn spoke up.

"Chris is my older brother.  He's seventeen.  He has his license now and
mom lets him stay by himself when we go out, because he's very shy."

Patsy said earnestly "Well, Dr. Keith, there's more to the story than
that."

I looked at Patsy and said..."I think that with all we have experienced
tonight, you can call me by my first name...David"

She actually blushed and said "Well, David, there is something as special
about Chris as there is about Jasmyn.  I really have a good feeling about
you, not only as a doctor but as a potential friend for us all.  I hope to
have time to explain things a little better over pizza and soft drinks if
you care to join us."

How could I not?  I had just experienced the dream of a lifetime for a
pervert such as myself.  I had just had a precocious nine year old strip me
naked and watch with glee as I fucked her mother.

Crap! I had just masturbated this little fox to multiple orgasms.

Kind of a stupid question as to whether or not I would want to join them
for pizza.  Things could only get more interesting I was convinced.

I was right!

We chatted about inane things as I straightened out the room and scribbled
some bullshit note on the chart so Joan wouldn't get suspicious about the
after hours visit not being documented.

It was decided that Jasmyn would go with me and I would follow her mother
to the pizza place.

I have a Harley-Davidson Sportster.  1953 model, one of the earliest ones.
It is loud, vibrates like a jackhammer, and is unreliable as hell but very
much fun to drive.  I use it only for riding around town and very short
trips because a) it's liable to break down at any time and b) it will
fucking rattle you to death after twenty miles or so, so it is simply a
short ride bike.  I have others for longer trips, but nothing says fun and
freedom like a Harley.

Now, the Sportster is a one person bike.  Sure there are passenger pillions
(cushions for a passenger to sit on right behind the driver) or pussy pads
as they are sometime called.  They are NOT very comfortable at all.

The ancient Harley as I mentioned earlier vibrates like crazy.  If you've
ever pulled up next to one at a traffic light you can witness how much
things shake.  The newer models have had some engine modifications and
mounting changes that decrease the vibration but they are not nearly as
smooth as, say, a Honda Goldwing.

Being the perverted SOB that I am, and a single man always looking to get
laid and to make the most of every opportunity to get my pole waxed I had a
friend who is an upholsterer do a little customization of the passenger
pad.

Two things you need to know.  Number one, I don't ride guys on the back of
any of my bikes, especially the Sportster.  The pad is modified with a hard
bump, not much different than the horn of a horse's saddle, but totally non
–visible. You'll only know it is there by sitting on the pad.

This protrusion, combined with the natural hard vibration of the bike when
it is running is the perfect combination for doing some VERY serious
clitoral stimulation.  If I pick up a chick in a bar, and talk her into
going for a ride on Nelly, (my bike) I am GOING to get laid.  Usually
within three miles the woman has either had an orgasm or three or is about
to start bucking like a bronco.  It is a rare event that we are not naked
and fucking on the floor of my den as soon as we are home and the door is
closed.

I always ride with a helmet.  Around town I use a skid lid (a helmet that
just covers the top of my head) using the fact that I only travel about
five miles total on very familiar and not really busy roads.  If I go for
any distance on my Honda VTX 1800, I leather up with a full helmet, leather
gloves and either a leather or heavy fabric jacket.  I always carry an
adult medium skid lid with me on Nelly in case I get lucky and pick up some
lady for a "ride."

Jasmyn was VERY excited about riding on a motorcycle.  I gave her some
quick instructions on how to lean with me and just to hang on and follow my
lead.

Nelly has a kick starter and is sometimes stubborn in getting started.
Tonight was no exception and I just about busted a nut getting her fired
up.  Once she was running, I think the sound scared Jasmyn...she's pretty
loud and I run more or less straight pipes on her.  Like I said, Nelly is
for kicks and running around town, not for the long trips at all.

Once I had the engine running as smoothly as she gets, I lent Jasmyn a hand
and had her climb aboard right behind me.  She spread her legs across my
back and scooted up close to me, putting her arms around my waist.

I knew that she had found the secret knob when I revved Nelly up a bit in
preparation for pulling in behind Patsy in her Mercury Milan sedan.

"OOOOH!" I heard her cry over the sound of the pipes.  "This feels funny!"

The `clit crown' as my buddy and I dubbed it was an inverted, slightly
narrow V shaped metal `bump' for lack of better term.  It was covered with
padding and leather like the rest of the pillion but the padding wasn't as
dense or quite as thick as the rest of the seat.

This allowed for the top of the inverted V to press against the clitoral
area and the wings of the V to give pressure against the tissue around the
clitoral crurae as I mentioned much earlier in my story.  This pressure
along with the intense vibration of the old Harley's V-twin could warm up
the most frigid pussy in the world I was sure.  Perhaps too late in the day
I wondered what it would do to the hypersexual nine year old riding behind
me.

I felt Jasmyn squeeze my waist with increased intensity about once every ˝
mile of riding.  By the time we got to the Pizza land, about 4 miles away,
I was sure that she had experienced numerous orgasms, or at least
approached them on that many occasions.

I parked Nelly next to the bronze colored Mercury that Patsy drove and
turned off the powerful engine.  I could feel her practically collapse her
upper body against my back and could feel her very firm breasts with their
turgid nipples press into the skin of my back.  Her hands had my shirt in a
death grip and her arms were tightly wrapped around my waist even though we
were not moving.

Patsy got out of her car, took a look at Jasmyn and said "What's the matter
sweetie?  You look as if you're going to pass out...were you scared?"

Jasmyn sat up a little, turned to her mom with her post-cum glazed eyes and
said "Mom...you HAVE to ride with Dr. Keith on his bike...you HAVE TO!"

Patsy helped Jasmyn dismount from the bike and take her helmet off.  I got
off of the bike after lowering the kickstand and taking my helmet off.  I
latched the helmet strap and hooked it over the handle.  Patsy handed me
the helmet Jas was wearing and I did the same thing.

We walked into the restaurant and Patsy said "Chris just called, he was
delayed a couple of minutes and will be here shortly. We'll just go ahead
and find a booth."

I was certainly okay with this.  After all I had worked all day and was
ready for a bite of supper.  I was also in the company of an attractive
younger lady with a close to killer body and her voluptuous nine year old
daughter.

Had you told me three hours ago that I would use the word voluptuous to
describe a nine year old I would have called you crazy...but she truly was.

Jasmyn was about ten feet ahead of us and had just about reached the doors.
I watched her bubble butt with her half melon sized ass cheeks swaying from
side to side.  Despite her loose shirt I could still make out the swell of
her hips and the curve of her waistline.  She was all woman when it came to
shape, let me tell you.

We paid our way in, rather I paid, and Patsy told the cashier that a young
man named Chris would be coming in shortly to join us...so we bought three
adult meals and one child's.  The cashier gave Jasmyn a quick once over
glance, saw how short she was, and despite the fact that this cute little
nine year old had a more womanly figure than she did, the cashier didn't
give us any hassle at all with the charges.

Gatti-land has a pizza and pasta buffet, all you can eat, and self serve
soda dispensers.  We each selected our meal, got our drinks and went to the
room marked "Family Fun" and took a booth.  This room had family friendly
cartoons and move outtakes playing continuously.  It was a relatively
relaxing place to eat and was quiet enough to have a conversation.

After she took a few bites of pizza and a drink of two of her Mr. Pibb,
Jasmyn asked to be excused to go to the restroom and play some of the video
games in the large play area.  Patsy gave her a ten dollar bill and said
not to spend it all at once and to come back and finish her meal.

"OK mom, I will!"  Jasmyn called back over her shoulder as she practically
skipped out of the dining room.  I watched with appreciation her finely
shaped ass and her barely bouncing titties as she left the room.  Her
nipples were erect and making their presence known to one and all.

I settled my gaze back on Patsy and waited for her to begin the
conversation.

"David," she started.  "I'm sure that you are full of questions and wonder
just how it came to be that we ended up in your clinic."

And for this evening's "no shit!" award...

"You might say that," I managed to choke out as a gulp of Mr. Pibb decided
to take a path other than what I intended.

I continued "it's not every day that something like this happens...as a
matter of fact, this is the first time EVER that ANYTHING even remotely
approaching tonight has happened.  I mean, I've had patients flirt before
and even show a bit more of their anatomy than necessary during an exam.
I've had instances when I had extremely lewd thoughts about the patient
being examined and perhaps took a too lustful glance at her breasts or her
vagina.  I've even sprung a hard on from time to time because I've found a
patient sexy.  But NEVER would I have dreamed that a nine year old like
Jasmyn and her mother...by the way I'm wondering how old you are...would
come in and literally rock my world the way you two have."

I'm 31 Patsy said...and I'm not mad at you for asking...she laughed softly.

"Well," I said, I was guessing somewhere late twenties so I'm not far off."

Then it hit me...didn't she say Chris was 17?  Is my math off or did she
give birth at 14?

Patsy must have read the expression on my face.

"You're wondering about the age?  Yes...I was 14 ˝ when Chris was born.
Like I said, once Jenny and I started messing with each other I was very
sexually charged and it wasn't long before I was having full fledged
intercourse"

"I got pregnant about 6 months into being sexually active.  My periods were
very irregular at first and I didn't have anyone to take me to the doctor
for birth control...anyone who cared that is..." she said as her eyes got a
bit misty."

About that time a man and woman, obviously a couple, maybe mid thirties
walked into the room trailed by three children, two of whom appeared to be
twelve or thirteen both boys, and a girl of about ten.  The girl and one of
the boys certainly looked like siblings, the other boy I assumed was a
friend of the boy.

The man and woman, and the kids who looked like brother and sister sat down
and the other young man appeared to be heading toward the table where Patsy
and I were sitting.

"Hi Mom!" he said

"Hi Sweetie...Meet Dr. Keith" Patsy replied.

"How do you do sir?" came the high pitched voiced of a pre-teen boy. "My
name is Chris"

There was an awkward moment I have to admit.  There was something obviously
amiss here. I had to have heard the age incorrectly or something.

Patsy noticed the look of bewilderment and turned to Chris and
said. "Honey...why don't you go get your plate and drink and then come on
back and sit with us."

"Sure thing!" he said and sauntered back toward the buffet line.

"David." As you can see I have two very special children.  While Jasmyn is
experiencing early sexual development, Chris is very delayed for a boy of
17.  He'll be 18 in 5 months and he still looks and sounds like a 12 year
old.

Have I mentioned to the dear reader that I am an ephebophile?  For me, this
means ANY pubescent child, male or female, holds a sexual attraction to me.
Chris was maybe 5 feet and a couple of inches tall.  He had a mop of dark
brown wavy hair with just a hint of auburn.  He had the darkest brown eyes,
a smattering of freckles across his nose, cupid lips and not a hint of
facial hair at all...not even that little dark shadow that so many boys get
when on the cusp of puberty.

His arms and legs were just this side of spidery.  It was obvious that he
was athletic, there didn't appear to be an extra pound on him.  He moved
with the grace of a runner.  I noticed his bubble butt in his tight jeans
as he moved away.

"He is sexy as hell isn't he?" Patsy said, interrupting my daydreams of
undressing this boy with my eyes.

Ahem, I cleared my throat, looked at her and said `I'm busted!'

By now, I had come to the end of my rope.  I was excited to be a part of
this...this...whatever it was, but I had so many questions like `what's
going on?'... `Why me?' ... `How will this end up?'

"Don't worry David... you can bet that we've no intention of getting you
into trouble.  As a matter of fact, we've deliberately searched you out
because your reputation as a fine man, competent physician and lover of
children...in both the conventional and unconventional manner of
speaking...

"How? ... Who?  ... When?" I stammered.

"Jacob Riley" she said.

That was a name I hadn't heard in quite some time, and I wondered exactly
how the boy that was my best fuck buddy outside my brother Gary was
involved in this.

The reader may recall that I had mentioned that, unknown to us at the time,
there was someone else in the bathroom that day when my brother Gary gave
me a blow job relieving me of the pressure built up during Mary Sue
Lambert's little peeking panties episode.

That afternoon, once we had gotten home from the after church meal Dad
always took the family to, Gary and I jumped on our bikes and told our
parents we were going out for a ride in the wooded area about ˝ mile from
our house.

Remember folks that this was a different time and place.  I grew up in
rural Kentucky about an hour from Louisville.  Our town consisted of one
stoplight, a couple of churches, maybe 3000 people and was surrounded by
farms...cropland, hayfields and pastures and wooded areas.  Everyone knew
everybody else, there wasn't much traffic and we kids knew that if we got
into much mischief at all there was a better than average chance that our
parents would know all the details before we got home.

So we made sure we didn't get observed misbehaving.

The area had had its ups and downs over the couple of hundred years since
the first settlers had appeared.  Farmsteads came and went, houses and
barns were built...some remained in use, others were abandoned as newer
places were built to replace them, still others were in an in between
state.  These were often still fairly solid, with decent roofs and sides
and were used to store older, lesser used machinery, old cars, hay, or
whatever was deemed by the landowner to be too good to leave out completely
to the elements and would perhaps be of use `one of these days'

It was to such a semi-abandoned barn that we were headed.  You'll remember
that Gary had sucked me to completion in the stall of the men's room at the
parish center.  His words to me as we left the bathroom to go meet our
parents after the service were to the effect of "I'm going to fuck you
silly and get my rocks off later!"

I could hardly wait.  Gary and I had been messing around sexually with each
other as long as we could remember.  We had shared a room since we were
pretty little so we had no qualms about undressing in front of each other
or being naked.  We often bathed together as children, and since our
bedroom was upstairs away from the rest of the family and we had our own
bath we still showered together quite often.  My dad was an amateur
handyman and had remodelled the upstairs bathroom to look pretty much like
a locker room shower area.  He did this in the spring before I turned 8 and
Gary was about 9 ˝ almost ten.  He figured that we would both be active in
sports, (we were) and would be needing quick showers (we did) and would be
typical messy boys (we were)

Tiled floors and walls, a four headed shower stall with shower heads on
each of the four walls, sinks that were pretty large with large counter
space between them and a huge mirror above the sinks.  There was plenty of
room for four people in the shower stall if we were so inclined...and we
were, but that's another story for another time.

At any rate, Gary and I had learned that being sexy with each other during
the day, i.e. spending too much time upstairs in our rooms when the weather
was nice and we should be outside playing, was a sure invitation for one or
the other of our parents to climb the stairs, knock on the door, and
interrupt whatever we were doing.  It's not like we were fucking and
sucking 24/7, but we WERE doing that quite a bit and we didn't want to get
caught.  So this afternoon we decided to head down the road a bit to a
place where we had been countless times before on our bikes...exploring,
playing adventurers, building forts, and as we became more accomplished
bike riders, we had made several trails through what was about a 50 acre
wooded mildly hilly plot.

We knew the landowner and he was very cool about letting us play there.  We
knew the rules.  If we got hurt he would a) make sure we were okay and b)
beat us silly before c) taking us home so our parents could repeat the `b'
part of the equation.  We truly were prime examples of the "it takes a
village to raise a child" concept.  We had fun but we knew better than to
mess too much with the farm equipment stored there in the barn, make
campfires and the like.  We enjoyed the freedom too much to mess it up.

This particular patch of land with the old but still safe barn was owned by
Mr. Riley, Jacob's grandfather.  We didn't know this at the time because we
didn't know Jacob all that well.  He had moved in to our area about the
time school ended and we just knew him as the new kid.

Gary and I rode our bikes as fast as we could to the woods, parked them in
front of the barn where we knew they wouldn't be seen by the casual
observer.  We knew it was okay to be there, but we didn't want to advertise
that fact, particularly since we were there to mess around.  Other kids
came to the area from time to time, but we hardly ever saw anyone else
there even though we were there a couple of times or more each week during
the warmer months.

In the barn there were probably a thousand bales of straw from a couple of
seasons before.  The bales had been kept adequately dry by the barn and
were still tightly bound by the twine that kept them in their rectangular
shape.  The mound of the baled hay was about 25-30 feet tall, maybe more, I
don't remember.  Over time, we had moved the bales around and crafted a
staircase out of the bales which we were able to quickly ascend to the top
of the pile.

Once at the top, we moved one particular bale out of the way exposing an
opening into a `straw cave' that we had managed to create over time.  We
had worked diligently over several longish days to create a couple of
fairly large `rooms' fashioned by the bales of straw complete with a roof
that we had made by placing 1x6 inch boards and putting more bales on top
of them.  Unless you knew which bale to move, you would never guess that
these rooms existed.  It looked just like more straw bales stacked up on
top of a larger stack.

We had swiped some old blankets from our parents house, had brought some
flashlights and magazines (yes, skin mags...remember this was the late
sixties...Playboy didn't show pink.)  One of the bales in the roof could be
moved to make a skylight of sorts so we had a little bit of light.



As soon as we were in and had the blanket straightened out Gary said

"Strip nimrod!"

And I did.  I was as horny as he was.  We never considered what we were
doing with each other to be `gay' or `homosexual' or anything else for that
matter.  We knew that it felt great to both of us, that we enjoyed the hell
out of it, and that we were both nearly always ready to play.  Our code
word for butt-fucking each other was to do "our thing"

I was naked in a flash as was my older brother.  He had a narrow but fairly
full strip of pubic hair above his cock.  He had about 6 inches of
circumcised dick at nearly 13 compared to my 4-5 inches or so.  I had a few
straggly dark hairs above my dick and my balls had been descended into my
scrotum for several months I guess.  Gary's balls were about as big around
as large grapes, his scrotum was smooth and hairless and his balls hung
down quite nicely.

We had seen each other naked thousands of times and had witnessed each
other's sexual maturation so there wasn't really any teasing or anything
like that.  We knew that we would ultimately end up with about the same
size cock and balls.

Now, we never really got into the making out stuff, kissing and the like,
but we would do so on occasion.  This would occur mostly if we were
pretending that we were with a girl that we liked.  Mary Sue was hot as
hell, kinda reminded us of Marcia Brady on the old TV show, so this would
be an example of when and why we would `makeout.'

Both of us were on our knees at this time facing each other with our cock
tips touching from time to time.  Gary looked me in the eyes and placed his
right hand on my waist, just above my left ass cheek and his left hand on
my right shoulder.  He swallowed and said.

"I bet you wanted to kiss Mary Sue today!'

I replied "Yep...like you didn't!"

We both giggled a bit at this and he leaned in, tilting his head slightly
to his right and kissed me softly on the lips.  I opened my mouth a bit and
let his tongue in.  We kissed each other softly and sweetly.  You would
have thought we were truly in love with each other, and in a way I guess we
were.  He pulled me to him and our flat bellies rubbed against each other
as our cocks were having a sword fight.

Gary's hands both grasped my ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze.  He was
able to knead them and as we kissed, he kind of crab walked his fingers
until the tips of his index fingers were right at my asshole.  We had been
ass fucking each other longer than either of us could remember so the
stimulation really felt great and we expected this from each other.

I don't know why my brother and I were so loving toward each other.
Perhaps it was our parents who showed us equal affection, strived to teach
us about care and concern for everyone and to be non-judgmental.  All I
know is that Gary and I rarely bickered and truly were each other's best
friend as well as clandestine sexual partners.

We continued our kiss taking turns sucking on each other's tongues as we
turned our heads side to side like we'd seen people do in the movies.
Remember, there was no internet for porn in those days, in our smallish
town the hardest core thing available was Playboy.  Anything showing pink
or cocks or, heaven forbid, gay sex was simply not available to us.  We
behaved as did the lovers we had seen in the TV or cinema films.  That we
were two boys, not even in our teens, mattered not one bit.

There was no resistance from my pucker to his administrations.  It wasn't
that I would open up completely and freely to him at a mere touch, it was
just that my asshole didn't squeeze tight either.

Gary broke the kiss and reached over toward the corner of the room
searching for a jar of Vaseline that we kept in the straw cave for this
purpose.  He wasn't able to find it and instead of stopping in the middle
of things and carrying out a search I told him I would suck his cock and he
could rim my ass and that would be plenty of lubricant.

So that's exactly what we did.  Gary stood up in front of me as I was still
on my knees and I took his cock into my mouth and, leaving as much of my
saliva as possible on his cock, ran my mouth up and down his entire length.

I really liked blowing my brother.  His cock seemed to be a natural fit in
my mouth.  I loved the in and out face fucking he would give me (and I him
when it was my turn)

Once I had him good and wet, I turned around and got on my hands and knees.
Once he got back on his knees, spread my ass cheeks and put his mouth on my
asshole, I lowered my chest to the ground and had my ass in total
presentation to my big brother.

He licked and spit and licked some more on my rosebud.  He straightened out
and inched his way up to my ass with his cock.

He placed the tip against my pucker and as he pressed forward I pressed
back until the head of his dick entered my rectum.

We had been doing this for so long; there was no pain, just a little sting
at first then pure pleasure.  I enjoyed the feeling of fullness that I
experienced and that pleasure of him plunging his cock in and withdrawing
it in a rhythm that was so familiar to me.  I didn't know it at the time,
but in certain positions the head of his cock, which was just a bit wider
than the shaft, would rub against my prostate gland giving a boost in the
intensity of the pleasure.  All I knew is that I loved being fucked by my
brother and loved fucking him.

My ass in the air, my chest on the ground my brother's hands rubbing my
back and sides was a heavenly position as far as I was concerned.  From
time to time he would put both hands right at my hips, his thumbs almost
meeting in the middle and he would press his thumbs into my lower back
muscles massaging them with a fair amount of pressure.

He would alternate the pressure of his thumbs on my lower back with
squeezes of his fingers along my flanks.  His thrusting was steady and slow
at first, speeding up obviously as he came closer to cumming.  He would
move his hips from side to side which had the effect of moving his cock
around in my rectum ultimately yielding varied and intense sensations.

I would sometimes cum myself, without touching my cock, as he fucked my ass
and I was pretty sure that this would be one of those times.  I was feeling
that sense of tingling and pressure in my pecker, Gary was starting to
speed up his thrusting, my balls were beginning to draw up...I was ready to
explode!

I rose up on my elbows slightly and kind of reared my head back with
anticipation of my cum and of Gary's hot boy cream spurting into my ass.
He continued thrusting more rapidly and with greater force until he
shouted...

"Ugh...here it comes!" Gary yelled.  I could feel his cock pulsating and
the first jets of his cum as he ejaculated in my rectal passage.

My cock started spurting on the blanket beneath my belly.

Suddenly there were bits of straw coming down on my back from the skylight
above us and a jar of Vaseline thumped down on right in front of me.

"I guess you won't need this will you?" a voice said from above.

Startled out of my skin, I straightened into a fairly upright position,
standing on my knees as it were, pulling my ass away from Gary's spurting
cock.  I felt a ribbon of his cum hit my ass cheek.

Gary backed away from me and fell backwards onto his ass and clambered up
onto his feet.  We both gave a shriek of fright, embarrassment and anger.

The skylight was about 6 ˝ feet from the floor and we both looked up with
fear in our eyes to see the face of a kid about our age as he poked his
head through the opening in the ceiling of our straw cave.

Owing to the general darkness in the barn and the relative light outside
the cave compared to it's interior, all we could make out was that this
person was male and about our age. After the initial shock and the
adjustment our eyes required to be able to see clearly we both recognized
the face as that of the new kid at school...the one that started shortly
before the end of the school year.

Neither Gary nor I remembered ever knowing his name.  We stood there, both
of us completely naked, in shock at the appearance of another person at
`our' hangout.

"Move over and let me in," said the voice from above.  "That was about the
hottest thing I've seen in quite a while.  Mind if I join you?"

We scooted away from the opening and the kid jumped down, landing on his
feet right between my brother and me.  We knew we were busted, that there
was nowhere to run, so we just obeyed his order to move.

"My name is Jacob, this is my grandpa's barn...I think I saw you at school
a couple of times." He said in the most matter of fact way you could
imagine.

"I discovered your fort not long after school was out, but never saw anyone
here the times I came around.  Today I decided to take a different path
from my gramp's house to here and I saw your bikes."

He went on... "I've been bored outta my skull.  My parents sent me here to
live with my grandpa because they thought I was hanging out with the wrong
people back in Bloomington.  Now that I know for sure what you guys are
doing together, I'm glad I've run into the same type folks that I was
hanging with back there, because there's nothing I like better than sucking
and fucking.  I hope you like girls too because I need some pussy, but
fucking feels great no matter who you do it with.  Guys are usually a lot
more horny and ready to do stuff than girls are so I mainly mess around
with guys."

I guess that is was the very fact that my brother and I had absolutely no
chance of denying that we were doing anything sexually with each other.
Between the two of us we didn't have any shame about what we were doing but
we knew that others wouldn't understand at all and that our asses would be
blistered six ways to Sunday if we were caught by adults.

Suddenly, it came clear to me what Jacob said.

"What's this about `knowing for sure' what we were doing?"

Jacob answered with a sly smile... "I was in the bathroom at church when
you guys came in.  You weren't as quiet as you thought you were.  I was in
the very first stall spanking the monkey when you came in. I climbed up on
the toilet so no one would see me.  I could hear what I thought was someone
getting a blowjob but wasn't positive.  When you guys left, I jumped back
up on the toilet stool again and saw you turning the corner when you left
to go outside."

"So," he continued... "You guys brothers, cousins or what?"

Figuring what the hell, we told our story and a terrific friendship between
three horny pre-teen boys was born.

"Hello...is there anybody in there?" I heard Patsy ask... "Earth to David!"

I was rapidly brought back to the booth at Gatti-land with the mother of a
nine year old girl that, I assumed, I was going have the distinct pleasure
of deflowering in the not too distant future.-

"Wow, you were a million miles away."

"I haven't seen Jacob in several years.  I heard that he had moved
someplace in Asia for a job or something...we just lost touch." I responded
"How do you know him?"

"Actually, we met through Chris." Patsy answered.  "He is a, well,
uhm...friend I guess you would say of his.  He is aware of Jasmyn's
situation and suggested we come to you.  He said you that you would not
only be very interested in her case because of your specialty, but also
would be a VERY good candidate for ... well, you know, I don't want to say
it in public."

I guess that meant I was going to fuck that sexy thing playing video games
in the room across the way.  The gods of perversion were certainly smiling
on me today!

"Speaking of that," I started, "what exactly are your plans...what did you
have in mind?"

"It's not everyday that this request is made of anyone, let alone a
professional.  You must have had some idea that this would be risky
business involving a doctor"

Patsy responded "I have to admit I was a bit concerned.  Jacob assured me
that you were a very fine doctor...and, as I have learned first hand, an
excellent lover."

I blushed...both of these were true statements, but hearing someone besides
myself say so out loud was a little embarrassing.

"Besides, when he told me about how you and he were lovers as pre-teens and
how many of the neighborhood girls you deflowered back then, and the way
you actually made love to them...well, I thought you sounded like a
wonderful candidate for the occasion."

She had Mr. Happy's full attention once again.

She left the booth and rounded up Jasmyn and Chris.  When the kids came
back to the table, they commenced finishing the pizza and soft drinks.
Conversation was very light, mainly revolving about how many points they
had racked up on the video games and how they like coming her at this time
of night.

Chris's unchanged voice and his absolutely smooth unblemished face belied
his age of 17.  I had already made my diagnosis of delayed puberty and was
mentally trying to calculate the odds of how one family could have two
children, one who matured way too early and the other not having matured
much at all.  My bisexual tendency as well as my fetish for pubescent girls
and boys might just get a great workout after all...one that involved
something other than stories from Mr. Double, Nifty and my right hand.

After a couple of minutes, Jasmyn leaned into the table and in a quiet, but
still audible voice said

"I told Chris about my exam and that you're going to be the one to fuck me
first and that we're probably gonna do that tonight and he wants to know if
you like boys too?" This all came out in about 2.5 seconds.  Gosh, I enjoy
the enthusiasm of little girls...even if they do look 16.

I looked across the table at Patsy who looked back at me and said

"Well, I guess that about sums it up.  I'm sure we're going to have a very
good time...are you up for it David?"

100% of me was `up' for it!

Having had our fill of pizza, we left the restaurant.

Chris had parked next to his mom and he drove a pretty decent looking Ford
Ranger extended cab 4x4.  Nothing really tricked out, but certainly a
vehicle any 17 year old boy would love to have.  I wondered how often he
was stopped by cops thinking that some little kid had borrowed his Dad's
truck for a joy ride.

The discussion had been made that Jasmyn and her mom would ride on ahead
and I would go back by my place to pick up my shaving kit and a change of
clothes.  Chris would follow me, and then I would in turn follow him back
to his mom's. We lived no more than 15 minutes apart.

I fired up Nelly, and as I let her warm up, Chris stood by me and admired
the vintage bike.  He leaned in really close to my ear so I could hear him
speak.

"Really cool bike David...I'd like to go for a ride sometime."

I figured I would be glad to make an exception to my `no dudes'
rule...especially since he had placed his rather small hand just
millimetres away from my semi-hard cock as he leaned in to speak to me.

I was gonna really like this family.

It only took a minute to ride over to my place.  I put the bike in my
attached garage and entered my house.  The garage opened into my TV room
which was outfitted with a 48 inch flat screen and a nice enough stereo
system.  I live alone, having been divorced many years previously, so the
décor was all male.

"Make yourself at home Chris".  I said as I pointed to a door in the corner
of the room "There is a bathroom over there, the remote is on the coffee
table, I won't be but a few minutes."

I went down the hall past my kitchen and into my bedroom.  I closed the
bedroom door and turned on the monitor screen on my entertainment center I
had along the wall at the foot end of my bed.  I selected `den and den
bath' and was able to keep an eye on what Chris was doing.  I personally
wired each of the rooms in my house for video and sound.  I often had
company, male, female, singles, my brother's family, and since I was a
dedicated pervert I wanted to see what my guests were up to.

I did a quick `whore bath' and changed clothes, keeping an eye on the
monitor as best I could.  Chris went into the bath, closed the door behind
him and unzipped his pants.  I had several different pinhole cameras in
each room and was able to select one that gave me a decent view of his
package.

What I saw was a cut, slender cock about 3 inches long.  Although I didn't
get a full view of things it appeared that he was totally without pubic
hair.  I hoped I would find out the truth very soon.

He zipped up, flushed, washed his hands (good boy!) and went back into the
TV room/Den.  I switched monitors and watched as he looked through my
collection of DVDs on the entertainment center shelves.  He looked over his
shoulder in the direction I went when I left the room and slid open the
drawers that were under the shelves for a quick look around.

"Good!" I thought... "He's found my porn stash" or at least part of it.
The DVDs I had in the Den were of many different flavors and
tastes...including some straight, gay, bisexual and quite a few solo DVDs
of legal, but very young looking, teen boys and girls.  I knew where these
were located and when he got to that area of the drawers I decided to head
on back to the den.

I switched off the monitors, grabbed my overnight bag and walked back to
the hall, making sure to be as quiet as I could.  He did hear me about the
time I entered the room and quickly shut the drawer.

He turned toward me and started to stammer...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been snooping."

I replied. "I told you to make yourself at home, and that includes looking
around if you want...see anything you liked?"

He blushed and said "Got anything with a boy like me and a guy like you?"


End of instalment III


I hope you're enjoying this saga.  Many twists and turns to come, but in
the next instalment, I PROMISE, Dr. Keith will fuck Jasmyn and uncover more
about himself as well as Patsy, Chris and the oh-so-sexy Jasmyn.


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