Step Daughter's Doctor Visit
Thinking back on the events of this particular afternoon still gets me rock hard to this day, by far the most erotic experience of my life. I'm continually amazed that the pinnacle of my sexual career was not with my wife, but rather my very own daughter. Let me tell you how it all happened.
My wife is a successful software salesperson with a major company here in Seattle, and spends much of her time traveling the country visiting her many clients. She's away a lot which puts a great deal of stress on our marriage, but the pay is fantastic so you make do where you can. We have a wonderful daughter, who's as cute and as smart as can be, but is quite shy and somewhat immature for an 18 year old. She's a great k**, but I worry about her at times because she's so naive and can be pretty easily manipulated.
My wife Sherry and daughter Chrissy had been talking for a while about the need for her to see a gynecologist for the first time, something Chrissy understandably was none too happy about. My wife scheduled an appointment, including a full physical, with her longtime OBGYN, Dr. Perkins, whom Sherry trusted implicitly. The time was set for 4:30 PM, so Sherry wouldn't have to take the whole day off to drive our daughter to the clinic.
On the morning of the big day, my wife headed out the door to work as usual, and I retreated to my office in the basement, as I run a consulting business out of our home. About 10:00 that morning, my daughter knocked on my office door and asked if she could go to the mall with her friends, since it was summer and school was out, that was a common occurrence. I told her yes, but to be home by 3:00 to get ready for her appointment.
"Don't remind me," she responded, rolling her eyes.
"Have fun!" I called after her as she ran up the stairs and out the door.
As luck would have it, that very morning Sherry received an emergency call from a client who said their big software install had crashed their system, and they needed her help ASAP. Of course, she was left with no choice but to go, and took off for the airport towing a couple of software techs along with her heading for San Francisco. In her haste, she forgot to call me until she was at the airport. "David, honey, I've got an emergency. ACME Engineering had a meltdown, and I need to get there yesterday. I totally forgot about Chrissy's appointment. Can you either cancel it of take her yourself?" she barked at me, obviously stressed out.
"I'll take care of it one way or another baby, you go do your job," I answered, somewhat upset as these 'emergencies' happened quite often. I quickly contemplated my options, and thought it was probably best for Chrissy to just get it over with, so I kept the appointment and got back to work without thinking about it again.
Around 2:30 or so I heard the front door open, followed by the sounds of small feet walking on the floor above my head. Two voices were talking excitedly, growing louder as they came down the stairs towards my office. "Hi Daddy," said Chrissy as she entered the room, followed by "hi Mr. Stevens," from her best friend Stacy. I said hello and asked them how their afternoon at the mall was.
"Great Daddy, I got a new skirt and Stacy got a cool new pair of shoes," she beamed. "What time is Mom going to be home to take me to my thing?" she asked innocently.
"Actually sweetie, your mother was called away on an emergency, so I'm taking you," I replied.
"You're taking me?" she asked incredulously.
"Yup, so get a shower and be ready to go at 4:10 or so," I answered.
"But Dad," she pleaded, looking very annoyed with her hands on her hips.
Before she could say another word I just said "It'll be fine baby, there's nothing to worry about." She frowned and blushed, but turned and left the room with a huff, Stacy right on her heels.
At about 4:10 I put down my paperwork and headed upstairs to find my daughter pacing nervously to and fro in the living room. "Daddy, can't we just cancel this?" she asked.
"It's probably too late to cancel. Don't you want to get it over with so you don't have to worry about it another time?" I answered.
"I guess so," was all she could say, pouting.
We climbed into the car and started our journey to the clinic without much chatter. Chrissy was clearly distressed and obviously did not want to make small talk with her father at that time. As we pulled to a stop in the parking lot I looked over and gave her a smile of encouragement, but her face was pink, and I saw her hand shaking as she reached for the door. My poor ***********!
We walked slowly into the office where I sat Chrissy down before I went to the receptionist to check in. A pleasant older woman took our names and handed me the usual forms to fill out, then I returned to my daughter's side and began the paperwork. In no time it was complete and I handed it in, then the waiting game began. I looked over at my daughter and my heart broke. She looked more scared with every passing second and appeared ready to run out the door at any moment.
Finally, I heard "Mr. Stevens." I looked up to see the same woman calling my name, so I rose and headed back to the counter. The woman explained that there was a bit of a problem; seemed the nurse had gone home sick, and by law Dr. Perkins could not examine anyone under 21 without another adult in the room. She then asked if it would be okay if I was in the room with my daughter during the procedure, since no other medical staff were around as this was his last appointment of the day.
Left with no other obvious choice, I answered "I guess so."
She smiled and said, "Good, the doctor will see you now." She then stood, opening the door for us.
I called out to Chrissy to come along, and she rose with dread on her face like she was being taken to the gallows. When she arrived at the door I lovingly placed a hand on her shoulder and ushered her down the hall, following the woman ahead of us. We were led to a surprisingly large examination room and were told to have a seat. She handed Chrissy a hospital gown, pointed to a screen behind which my daughter could change, and told her to remove all her clothing. She then said the doctor would be in momentarily, smiled and closed the door on her way out.
As soon as the door closed, Chrissy snapped, "get outta here Daddy!" I explained to her as calmly as possible what the receptionist had told me regarding the law, to which she answered loudly, "I don't care Dad, you can't see me like this!"
"It'll be fine honey, I'll be behind the curtain over here and won't be able to see anything, trust me," I said, trying to ease her fears and calm her nerves.
"But Daddy," she whined as she turned even redder in the face, eyes misting up.
"It's okay sweetheart, just go behind the curtain and put the gown on, everything will be just fine," I told her, hugging her softly.
Chrissy stood slowly, shuffled her feet, and moved behind the curtain. I could barely make out her silhouette through the divider, and only her feet under it as I watched as one article of clothing after another dropped to the floor. Erotic thoughts ran through my head and I could not tear my eyes away from the shadowy figure undressing behind the curtain, which shocked me like nothing before. The images troubled me deeply knowing it was my only c***d at which I was gaping.
She emerged from behind the curtain carrying her bundle of discarded clothes, and handed them to me. My baby looked most unhappy as she stood with her hands behind her back holding the gown together, and I stared at her with an uneasy feeling as I had a hard time losing the obscene images from only moments before. At that moment a hard knock rang out on the door, and in poked a smiling face which asked, "Everyone decent?"
I stood, smiled and held out my hand, "Dave Stevens."
The man moved through the door with confidence and extended a hand, "Hi Dave, John Perkins" He looked at his chart, then at my daughter and said, "You must be Christine." She nodded her head with a weak smile, but didn't make eye contact.
"She goes by Chrissy, Dr. Perkins," I told him.
"Okay, Chrissy it is," he responded enthusiastically, and gave her a big smile.
Dr. Perkins was a good looking man, dark hair and eyes, about my height and maybe a couple years older than I. He had a smooth way about him, and I instantly saw why women would find him charming, but there was something about him that made me uncomfortable with the idea of him seeing my wife and daughter in compromising positions.
He apologized for the nursing mishap, and thanked us for our flexibility. He then turned his attention to my daughter and asked, "Ready Chrissy?" She looked petrified, but made a small smile and nodded her head. In spite of her shyness, she really was being a trooper and my heart went out to her.
Dr. Perkins placed his hand on her shoulder and led her to the examination table where he pulled out a step and told her to climb on up. He sat in a chair in front of her and explained the procedure in very simple terms, telling her that it wouldn't take long, and that nothing would hurt. He asked if it was her first time seeing a Gynecologist, and she nodded without a word. He then said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." In a cheery voice he added, "So, you okay with all that Chrissy?" Again she nodded silently. "Good, let's get started," he stated and placed the chart on a bedside table.
The doctor stood and told my daughter to scoot down to the end of the table, and lie on her back. He then turned towards me and smiled, pointed to a mirror on the wall, then pulled the curtain part-way closed behind him. I looked at the mirror and realized I could see most of Chrissy's body reflected as she laid on the paper covered table, yet her head was blocked from my view by a cabinet, keeping her from seeing me in return. He came around the curtain and whispered to me, "By law another adult has to be able to see what's going on, but if you want to close your eyes or look away that's fine." I nodded my head and with a smile he moved back towards my daughter.
Dr. Perkins stood by Chrissy's side and began going through her charts and then gave her a little speech that I'm sure he'd given a thousand girls before. When he was done he said, "Now remember Chrissy, I'm a doctor and I've heard everything before, and everything you tell me is a secret between us. Do you understand?"
"I understand," she mumbled softly.
"Good, now I need you to be totally honest with me when you answer my questions," he stated very softly, showing her great concern. After that they spoke for a while about medical issues, and I was not really listening to their conversation until I heard him ask about her sexual history, which immediately peaked my interest. He asked if she's ever been intimate with another person, and she fumbled a bit and asked exactly what he meant. He said, "Well, for starters, have you ever kissed a boy or girl outside of your family?"
I held my breath waiting for her response, and after a long pause she said in a whisper, "Yes, just one."
"Okay, you're doing good Chrissy," he said in an encouraging tone. "And did this person ever touch your body anywhere?" he questioned further.
Another soft "yes." I was wondering just who the hell had been touching my *********** as lewd images ran through my head. I should not have been surprised being that she was 18 and all, but her shyness and innocence made her seem so much younger. Plus, at only 5'1", she just seemed so small and c***dlike.
"Okay Chrissy, I need to know where this person touched you," he stated.
"Here and here," she answered, pointing to her chest and groin.
"Who!" I wanted to pull the curtain open and scream at her, yet remained seated, my mind reeling.
Pointing to her mid section, he asked, "When this person touched you down here, did they touch you with their hands or something else?"
She said softly, "Only his hands." I felt momentary relief that my baby was still a virgin, but still wondered who had touched her.
The doctor then asked, "And did you touch him in any way?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Okay Chrissy, you're doing great, but I need to know how you touched him," he probed further.
"He made me touch his thing, and then made me put it in my mouth," she answered as quiet as a mouse. My worst fears about her ability to be manipulated were confirmed when she said, "made me."
I was furious, who the fuck was messin' with my innocent little angel, forcing her to jerk him off and suck his cock? blood pumped through my body with rage, yet it also flowed to my cock causing it to throb obscenely. Images of my sweet little princess on her knees jerking my cock and sucking my dick raced through my head. I've always had dominant fantasies of forcing a woman to do things for me, but my fantasy girl's face was suddenly replaced by that of my very own daughter, causing a shiver to run through me. How could I have thought that about my own flesh and blood, the light of my life?
The doctor asked one final question, "Chrissy, I need to know who this boy is, just in case we find something wrong with you, we may have to be in contact with him or his parents."
I leaned forward awaiting her response, and after a long pause, she uttered, "Johnny Morton." Fucking little bastard neighbor of mine! The little prick was about six years older than her and in my mind certainly wasn't good enough for my baby. He should stick to girls his own age I thought, but then it hit me like a stone that I had been fantasizing about a girl, my own daughter, less than half my age. Just what was I becoming?
Finally he said, "Okay Chrissy, we'll run a couple of blood tests just in case, but I'm quite certain everything will be fine."
Dr. Perkins then put the chart back down on a bedside table, looked directly into the mirror at me and nodded his head. He then turned back towards my daughter and said, "Okay Chrissy, here we go." He began the exam by pulling out various instruments, looked in her ears, eyes, down her throat, all the usual stuff. After the preliminaries were completed, he stated, "Chrissy, I'm going to take the top of your gown down now."
I leaned forward and stared into the mirror intently as he slowly peeled the fabric down to her waist. He turned slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eye, and I was terribly embarrassed at being caught peeking, yet couldn't turn away for some reason. It was the first time I'd seen her chest exposed since she was a baby, and her teenage breasts were small but lovely. My pulse raced and my cock pounded in my pants as I awaited the doctor's next move.
The exam continued with the doctor touching and rubbing her neck, then down to her chest. He removed a stethoscope from around his neck, placed it on her chest saying, "This might be cold," then asked her to breathe deeply. He then placed it once more around his neck and moved his hands back to her chest. He peeked at me in the mirror again, then started rubbing her breasts and nipples. "Does this hurt at all Chrissy?" he asked, his hands caressing them in small circles.
"Nope," is all she said in return.
"How 'bout now?" he questioned, from my vantage point he appeared to be pinching her nipples lightly.
"Not really," she answered softly.
"Good," he replied, then moved down her belly, rubbing, poking and tapping here and there as he went. "You're doing great Chrissy," he said and pulled the gown up to her neck once more, and I momentarily breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor then moved closer to her head and started talking to her in a serious tone once more. "Now Chrissy, this is the most difficult part of the exam, I need you to be a trooper, okay?" he asked in a soothing voice.
"Okay, I'll try," she answered softly, trying to sound brave.
He then said, "Some girls don't like to look at what I'm doing during this part, so if you'd like, I can cover your face."
"Okay," she answered once more.
"Are you sure that's what you want Chrissy?" he asked again.
"Yes," was her short reply.
"Okay, scoot your bottom down to the very edge of the table," he instructed and she wiggled her way into the new position. Turning, he looked directly at my face in the mirror, then moved towards my daughter's legs. He slowly peeled the gown up her body, stopping only when her lower belly came into view. He stood above her head and told her to turn her head to the side, then completed the process by dr****g the bottom of the gown over her face, blocking her view of the room completely.
My cock throbbed once more as her young body was unveiled to my hungry eyes. From my vantage point I could not see her hidden treasure, but her nearly nude form looked wonderful to me, her flawless skin shining bright under the glow of the hospital lights. I had not seen her pussy since I bathed her as a c***d, and wondered what it looked like now. I was lost in my thoughts when his voice pulled me back to reality, "You doing okay under there Chrissy?"
She answered back with another soft, "Yes."
"Good girl," he told her, and adjusted the stirrups at the foot of the table for her petite frame. "Okay Chrissy, I'm going to touch your legs and place them on something, you ready?" he asked her, sounding positive and professional. With that, he reached down and placed one of her little legs in a stirrup, then repeated the process with the other, opening her up wide to both his gaze and my own. He then grabbed a stool and moved it to the end of the table, and sat right between her open thighs.
I couldn't remember ever being that jealous in my life, and I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair. Not only had the Doctor done that to my lovely wife a number of times, but he was at that moment between the tender naked legs of my only daughter. I watched as he snapped a rubber glove on his right hand, then squirted a drop of lubricant on his index finger. He looked into my eyes once more as he massaged the gel down his finger, obviously preparing to penetrate my ***********. His stare moved to my groin, where he must have noticed the lump in my pants because a wry little smile formed on his lips. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, embarrassed beyond measure at being seen that way, yet unable to turn away from the events unfolding before my eyes. My guts were torn apart as I felt like I was about to watch my daughter get ****d, yet it was actually turning me on like nothing before.
He turned forward once more, partially obscuring the view of my daughter's crotch. "Chrissy, I'm going to touch you now," he said to my ***********.
"K," was her only reply.
He scooted the stool forward, closer to my baby's treasure, and reached his hand between her legs. I shifted my body to the side to get a better view, deeply ashamed of myself inside for what I was doing. I could barely see his fingers trace up and down her pussy lips when I heard him state, "Tell me if anything I touch hurts, okay Chrissy?"
"Okay," she answered softly from under the gown.
He then turned and looked at me in the mirror once more, and moved one finger on his left hand to his lips, making the quiet symbol. He then turned his palm up and motioned me over, waving his fingers back and forth. My cock lurched in my pants at the thought of getting to see my ***********'s uncovered pussy up close. My mind raced, what should I do? He must have known the situation was turning me on beyond words, and yet he almost seemed to be encouraging my voyeurism. He continued to stare into my eyes strongly until my will was broken and I stood on shaky legs, and walked as if in a trance past the curtain until I was directly behind him. He smiled and nodded, making the quiet gesture again, and turned his attention back to my daughter.
From where I stood I could see my daughter's body perfectly, legs spread wide open before me. Her pretty little peach had just a touch of hair above her thin pink pussy lips, not hiding her special place in any way. My cock throbbed in my pants and I had to reach down and adjust it in discomfort, just as Dr. Perkins turned once more, catching me in the act, yet he once again gave me the same wry knowing smile, and he turned back to his work. I was flooded with emotions, barely able to process what was going on. There I was, more turned on than ever before in my life, having illicit thoughts about my own daughter, her doctor obviously knowing I was turned on, yet I couldn't look away if I wanted to.
His fingers continued running up and down her opening, warming her up for what was surely to come. He began speaking to her softly, almost erotically, "How does that feel Chrissy?"
"It's okay I guess," she answered.
"Good girl Chrissy. I'm going to apply a bit more pressure, but don't be scared, I promise not to hurt you," he added and slowly began inserting his finger just a touch deeper. I peered over his shoulder, getting as close as possible to the amazing sight before me. His lone finger slowly traced up and down her young slit, rubbing gently up one side, then down the other. "That still feel okay Chrissy?" he asked again.
"S'okay," she responded in a whisper. Her voice seemed a bit different, almost a contented sound to it. Maybe she was enjoying this as much as we were.
The doctor removed his hand for a moment and stated, "I'm going to have to spread your legs a bit more to use my special tools on you Chrissy, so don't be surprised when you feel them moving." She remained silent while he griped the metal device on one side and moved it open a couple more inches, then did the same with the other. The results were startling, and rocked me to my core. Her little flower was completely open, pink as a rose petal, and moist with morning dew. I'd never wanted to kiss anything more in my entire life, and could have spent the rest of eternity licking her and never tire of it.
Dr. Perkins moved his hand back to my baby and resumed his tender caresses. He slowly moved his finger deeper than before and then brought it most of the way back out. I watched spellbound while he established a slow fucking motion as he moved his finger in and out of my only c***d. Then it hit me, I couldn't believe I was actually watching a guy fingering my *********** and I was absolutely loving it. It was the most taboo and erotic thing I'd ever seen, her laid out and totally vulnerable before two sets of hungry eyes. He began slowly sawing in and out and said to her, "Chrissy, I need to get you warm for my next instrument, so I'm going to rub you like this for a while."
"Un hum," she answered quietly.
He looked back over his shoulder at me and nodded, like things were going to plan. I had no idea what the plan was, but at that moment I was totally on-board!
I was surprised when the doctor quickly took his finger out of my daughter, and quietly removed his glove. Yet that was nothing compared to the shock I felt when I saw his bare finger go momentarily into his mouth before moving back to her open pussy and slowly push it's way in. blood pounded into my temples and cock as I watched in stunned silence as he took her with his bare finger, in and out.
"Are you feeling warmer now Chrissy?" he asked.
"Umm, yes," she replied a bit louder than I had expected.
"Good girl," was all he said in return, his digit probing back and forth.
"I'm going to change instruments now Chrissy," he stated and removed his fingers from her once more. He turned and looked at me as he brought his finger to his nose. Breathing in deeply, he took a long drag off his finger, then opened his mouth and put it inside as he closed his eyes. I could not believe my daughter's doctor just tasted her juices from his bare finger, yet the sight aroused me like nothing I'd ever seen and I almost fell over in shock. He opened his eyes again and slowly slid the finger out of his mouth and let out a long sigh. Only one thought was in my mind at that moment, I wanted a taste!
His same 'instrument' went back to work again, but with her face covered, my only daughter had no idea what was going on. He began moving it in and out quicker this time, then brought his other hand over to rub her tiny little clit with his thumb. I heard an audible intake of breath when he touched her and saw her body jump, yet she said nothing. His thumb flicked slowly up and down over her little bud, while his finger moved in and out of her sultry slit. I could see her body make tiny little movements, reacting to the doctor's new touch. "Still feeling okay Chrissy?" he asked in a whisper.
She responded in similar tone, "Yess."
He looked over his shoulder at me again and winked, then turned back to her and said, "There seems to be a little problem here Chrissy, I feel a strange bump I need to look at. I'm going to have to change tools again and get a good look inside you." She made no response, seemingly content to submit to his judgment as a professional as part of the exam. He pulled his hands away from her and slid the stool back, moving me out of the way. He stood and motioned me forward with his hands, pointing at the seat, a shit-eating grin across his face. I couldn't fucking believe it, I thought to myself, was he actually going to let me take over? My hands were literally shaking and I could barely move my feet as I awkwardly moved past him and took over his place on the stool. He leaned over my shoulder and said softly, "Enjoy," then pushed me forward.
I heard over my shoulder, "Okay Chrissy, here comes the next tool," as he nudged my back. I guessed that was my signal to go, and my cock pulsated in my pants with anticipation. I brought my right hand to my mouth, and licked my index finger as best as possible, my mouth dry from nerves. I leaned my face as close to my daughter's pretty pussy, then removed the finger from my mouth, and placed it at the entrance of her jewel. I paused for a moment, contemplating the magnitude of what I was about to do, but my mind was set and I slowly eased my finger into my baby's warm little kitty. I couldn't believe how warm and wet she was, and wondered what caused it. Was it the doctors manipulations that made her wet, or was it simply his lube, or maybe something else...
I heard the voice from over my shoulder once more, "How does that feel?" I wondered if he was talking to me or her.
She responded softly, "Okay." If I were forced to respond, my reply would have been a resounding, "Fucking amazing!" to that same question.
My finger moved in and out of Chrissy's warm pussy, imitating the moves of her doctor. Just like him, I then moved my other hand towards her, and tenderly stroked her clit with my thumb. I felt a shiver run through her body as I contacted her little nubbin, and it sent chills through my body as well. I remembed the actions of the doctor only minutes before, and just had to do the same thing. I slowly slid my finger out of her, then eagerly stuffed it into my waiting mouth. It was like nectar from the gods, the most lovely taste I'd ever experienced! I mouthed every drop from my finger with gusto, then released it from my lips with a small popping sound. I almost fainted, my heart was beating so fast, but pressed onward in need.
My finger slid back into her warm wet sheath, which fit like a glove. I ran it back and forth like before, but also moved it in circles a bit like how I knew her mother enjoyed so much. My daughter's pussy was so tight I barely had room to move my digit around, but I did the best I could to stimulate her, wondering what her reaction would be. I stared at the beautiful sight before me, and wondered if it would be too bold to lick her clit, but since I'd already rubbed it, I decided it was okay and leaned my head forward. My face was just an inch from her slit, my fingers moving in and out just below my chin. I stopped caressing her clit with my thumb for a moment and gently ran my tongue delicately in it's place. Her reaction surprised me as she humped her hips backwards and let out an audible, "Ohhhh."
Dr. Perkins had obviously seen what I'd done, and I heard from behind me, "You still doing okay Chrissy?"
She responded with a soft, satisfied, "Yesss."
The sounds of her excited voice filled my heart with joy and lust, and I wanted to hear more. The doctor then added, "That was a sensitivity test Chrissy, get ready I'm going to do it again."
He must have read my mind, because his words had given me the green light to lick my daughter once more. I slid my tongue out and adoringly ran it over her tiny button once more, her body reacting much the same way as before. I didn't pull back this time, but ran my tongue down her sweet pussy lips, all around my probing finger. Her body was trapped in the stirrups, yet she began rocking her hips and rotating them from side to side. At first it appeared that she was trying to escape the contact, but then it became clear to me she actually wanted more.
The demons in my head were very pleased. I'd tasted my baby's juices right from their source, and it's clear that her body was seeking more attention. I eased my finger out of Chrissy's overheated young vagina a tad to make more room for my tongue. I started to lick deeper into her cleft, lapping up her nectar as I went.
I began to hear sounds coming from under the gown above me, soft "ohhhhhs", "mmmmmms", and other purring noises of pleasure. My tongue moved back up to her clit, and I heard a sharp intake of breath, then a loud, "Ahhhhh."
I heard a soft voice breathlessly whisper, "Doctor, Doctor Perkins, are you, are you almost done?"
"Almost Chrissy, just a few more tests to run," he replied over my shoulder.
I pulled back to steal a glance behind me and looked in the good doctors face. Lust was written all over him, and I had no doubt my face was every bit the same. He looked me back in the eyes for a moment, then moved his mouth close to my ear and barely audibly said, "So, you wanna fuck your daughter?" His words made me moan out loud, sparking tremors throughout my entire body.
"Are you okay Dr. Perkins?" Chrissy asked, hearing my moan.
"Yes Chrissy, I just dropped something on my foot," he replied, nudging my shoulder and smiling. He then looked at her pussy, then back at me and whispered, "Go ahead."
I'd never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted to fuck my daughter at that very moment. I couldn't believe things were happening so quickly. I felt like I was having an out of body experience watching some stranger do these horrible things to my baby, yet deep down I knew it was really me. Doctor Perkins nodded at me and I stood turning my attention back towards my sweet young girl. My hands moved away from her body, and went to my slacks, unbuttoning, then unzipping them. I slid them to the floor, then pushed my boxers down too, both wrapped around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight up, as hard and as dark as I'd ever seen it, deep purple and full of blood.
I was about to move towards my daughter when I heard the doc say, "Chrissy, here is your last test, and it's the hardest one of all. I have to use my largest instrument on you, so this may sting a bit, do you understand?"
"I guess so," she responded, still sounding in a dream state.
I then felt his hand on my back, urging me forward. "Here it comes Chrissy, get ready," he said as I moved into position between her outstretched legs. I saw them tense in the stirrups and had a momentary pang of guilt for what I was about to do to my baby, but there was no stopping now. I placed the tip of my cock up to her slit, and gently slid forward, piercing the outer layer of her folds. I was barely in, but she emited a long sigh.
"You doing okay Chrissy?" the doctor asked my daughter.
"Ummm, I, I think so," she responded stuttering.
I felt a push on my back again as I inched forward, pressing my hardness into her another inch or two.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," my daughter moaned. Then much loader added, "That hurts Doctor Perkins."
"You're a big girl Chrissy, you can handle it. It'll be over soon," he told her.
I heard her whimpering in pain which normally would have destroyed me, yet then it only made me even hornier. I didn't wait for any additional instruction from the doctor, and I pushed the rest of my cock into my daughter's waiting pussy.
As I broke through her barrier, she screamed, "Owwwwwwwwww," and rocked forward, lifting her head, but thankfully the gown stayed in place. "Doctor Perkinssss," she wailed, then began sobbing uncontrollably.
"You'll be fine he said, just a little longer," and he moved out from behind me to the side of the table. We made eye contact and he nodded, looking down at our linked groins, wordlessly telling me to go. I placed my hands on each of her thighs, and slowly pulled my cock almost all the way out. She gasped, "Aaaahhhhhh," breath rushing out of her mouth. I gave her a moment to recover, then slid my prick slowly back to the hilt. A long, loud "ooohhhhhh," escaped her lips as I moved forward into her body. This time I didn't stop and began easing myself back and forth, in and out of her in slow strokes. A long series of "ooohhhhs," and "aaaahhhhhs," come out of her mouth with each thrust, and I saw her head moving from side to side under the gown.
My pace quickened as I fucked my daughter harder and faster. My cock had never been harder, feeling like it was in a wet oven, her pussy drenched but on fire from these new feelings. I was like an a****l now and could only think about fucking my baby girl, thrusting faster and faster. I looked over at the doctor for a moment and was startled to see he had his cock in his hand. My pace slowed again wondering what he was going to do. He was jerking off rapidly, and looked into my eyes, and said, "May I?" and looked towards my daughter's face. I knew what it was he wanted and the thought amazingly excited me.
I kept humping and simply said, "Yes."
Doctor Perkins moved up next to the table beside my daughter's head and pulled back the covering. She looked at him for a moment with glassy eyes, before she realized what he was doing, never even looking at me. He reached over and grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards his groin. "Suck me Chrissy, suck me just like you did Johnny Morton!" he yelled at her, and rubbed his cock against her lips. He thrusted his hips forward and his hard prick slid into her open mouth.
It's the most sickening, yet intoxicating thing I've ever seen, and I came on the spot, filling her tight pussy as I collapsed on top of her. I had just taken my only daughter's virginity, and I'm ashamed to say I loved every second of it!
Hope you enjoyed, comment if you think I should continue with a part2
My wife is a successful software salesperson with a major company here in Seattle, and spends much of her time traveling the country visiting her many clients. She's away a lot which puts a great deal of stress on our marriage, but the pay is fantastic so you make do where you can. We have a wonderful daughter, who's as cute and as smart as can be, but is quite shy and somewhat immature for an 18 year old. She's a great k**, but I worry about her at times because she's so naive and can be pretty easily manipulated.
My wife Sherry and daughter Chrissy had been talking for a while about the need for her to see a gynecologist for the first time, something Chrissy understandably was none too happy about. My wife scheduled an appointment, including a full physical, with her longtime OBGYN, Dr. Perkins, whom Sherry trusted implicitly. The time was set for 4:30 PM, so Sherry wouldn't have to take the whole day off to drive our daughter to the clinic.
On the morning of the big day, my wife headed out the door to work as usual, and I retreated to my office in the basement, as I run a consulting business out of our home. About 10:00 that morning, my daughter knocked on my office door and asked if she could go to the mall with her friends, since it was summer and school was out, that was a common occurrence. I told her yes, but to be home by 3:00 to get ready for her appointment.
"Don't remind me," she responded, rolling her eyes.
"Have fun!" I called after her as she ran up the stairs and out the door.
As luck would have it, that very morning Sherry received an emergency call from a client who said their big software install had crashed their system, and they needed her help ASAP. Of course, she was left with no choice but to go, and took off for the airport towing a couple of software techs along with her heading for San Francisco. In her haste, she forgot to call me until she was at the airport. "David, honey, I've got an emergency. ACME Engineering had a meltdown, and I need to get there yesterday. I totally forgot about Chrissy's appointment. Can you either cancel it of take her yourself?" she barked at me, obviously stressed out.
"I'll take care of it one way or another baby, you go do your job," I answered, somewhat upset as these 'emergencies' happened quite often. I quickly contemplated my options, and thought it was probably best for Chrissy to just get it over with, so I kept the appointment and got back to work without thinking about it again.
Around 2:30 or so I heard the front door open, followed by the sounds of small feet walking on the floor above my head. Two voices were talking excitedly, growing louder as they came down the stairs towards my office. "Hi Daddy," said Chrissy as she entered the room, followed by "hi Mr. Stevens," from her best friend Stacy. I said hello and asked them how their afternoon at the mall was.
"Great Daddy, I got a new skirt and Stacy got a cool new pair of shoes," she beamed. "What time is Mom going to be home to take me to my thing?" she asked innocently.
"Actually sweetie, your mother was called away on an emergency, so I'm taking you," I replied.
"You're taking me?" she asked incredulously.
"Yup, so get a shower and be ready to go at 4:10 or so," I answered.
"But Dad," she pleaded, looking very annoyed with her hands on her hips.
Before she could say another word I just said "It'll be fine baby, there's nothing to worry about." She frowned and blushed, but turned and left the room with a huff, Stacy right on her heels.
At about 4:10 I put down my paperwork and headed upstairs to find my daughter pacing nervously to and fro in the living room. "Daddy, can't we just cancel this?" she asked.
"It's probably too late to cancel. Don't you want to get it over with so you don't have to worry about it another time?" I answered.
"I guess so," was all she could say, pouting.
We climbed into the car and started our journey to the clinic without much chatter. Chrissy was clearly distressed and obviously did not want to make small talk with her father at that time. As we pulled to a stop in the parking lot I looked over and gave her a smile of encouragement, but her face was pink, and I saw her hand shaking as she reached for the door. My poor ***********!
We walked slowly into the office where I sat Chrissy down before I went to the receptionist to check in. A pleasant older woman took our names and handed me the usual forms to fill out, then I returned to my daughter's side and began the paperwork. In no time it was complete and I handed it in, then the waiting game began. I looked over at my daughter and my heart broke. She looked more scared with every passing second and appeared ready to run out the door at any moment.
Finally, I heard "Mr. Stevens." I looked up to see the same woman calling my name, so I rose and headed back to the counter. The woman explained that there was a bit of a problem; seemed the nurse had gone home sick, and by law Dr. Perkins could not examine anyone under 21 without another adult in the room. She then asked if it would be okay if I was in the room with my daughter during the procedure, since no other medical staff were around as this was his last appointment of the day.
Left with no other obvious choice, I answered "I guess so."
She smiled and said, "Good, the doctor will see you now." She then stood, opening the door for us.
I called out to Chrissy to come along, and she rose with dread on her face like she was being taken to the gallows. When she arrived at the door I lovingly placed a hand on her shoulder and ushered her down the hall, following the woman ahead of us. We were led to a surprisingly large examination room and were told to have a seat. She handed Chrissy a hospital gown, pointed to a screen behind which my daughter could change, and told her to remove all her clothing. She then said the doctor would be in momentarily, smiled and closed the door on her way out.
As soon as the door closed, Chrissy snapped, "get outta here Daddy!" I explained to her as calmly as possible what the receptionist had told me regarding the law, to which she answered loudly, "I don't care Dad, you can't see me like this!"
"It'll be fine honey, I'll be behind the curtain over here and won't be able to see anything, trust me," I said, trying to ease her fears and calm her nerves.
"But Daddy," she whined as she turned even redder in the face, eyes misting up.
"It's okay sweetheart, just go behind the curtain and put the gown on, everything will be just fine," I told her, hugging her softly.
Chrissy stood slowly, shuffled her feet, and moved behind the curtain. I could barely make out her silhouette through the divider, and only her feet under it as I watched as one article of clothing after another dropped to the floor. Erotic thoughts ran through my head and I could not tear my eyes away from the shadowy figure undressing behind the curtain, which shocked me like nothing before. The images troubled me deeply knowing it was my only c***d at which I was gaping.
She emerged from behind the curtain carrying her bundle of discarded clothes, and handed them to me. My baby looked most unhappy as she stood with her hands behind her back holding the gown together, and I stared at her with an uneasy feeling as I had a hard time losing the obscene images from only moments before. At that moment a hard knock rang out on the door, and in poked a smiling face which asked, "Everyone decent?"
I stood, smiled and held out my hand, "Dave Stevens."
The man moved through the door with confidence and extended a hand, "Hi Dave, John Perkins" He looked at his chart, then at my daughter and said, "You must be Christine." She nodded her head with a weak smile, but didn't make eye contact.
"She goes by Chrissy, Dr. Perkins," I told him.
"Okay, Chrissy it is," he responded enthusiastically, and gave her a big smile.
Dr. Perkins was a good looking man, dark hair and eyes, about my height and maybe a couple years older than I. He had a smooth way about him, and I instantly saw why women would find him charming, but there was something about him that made me uncomfortable with the idea of him seeing my wife and daughter in compromising positions.
He apologized for the nursing mishap, and thanked us for our flexibility. He then turned his attention to my daughter and asked, "Ready Chrissy?" She looked petrified, but made a small smile and nodded her head. In spite of her shyness, she really was being a trooper and my heart went out to her.
Dr. Perkins placed his hand on her shoulder and led her to the examination table where he pulled out a step and told her to climb on up. He sat in a chair in front of her and explained the procedure in very simple terms, telling her that it wouldn't take long, and that nothing would hurt. He asked if it was her first time seeing a Gynecologist, and she nodded without a word. He then said, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." In a cheery voice he added, "So, you okay with all that Chrissy?" Again she nodded silently. "Good, let's get started," he stated and placed the chart on a bedside table.
The doctor stood and told my daughter to scoot down to the end of the table, and lie on her back. He then turned towards me and smiled, pointed to a mirror on the wall, then pulled the curtain part-way closed behind him. I looked at the mirror and realized I could see most of Chrissy's body reflected as she laid on the paper covered table, yet her head was blocked from my view by a cabinet, keeping her from seeing me in return. He came around the curtain and whispered to me, "By law another adult has to be able to see what's going on, but if you want to close your eyes or look away that's fine." I nodded my head and with a smile he moved back towards my daughter.
Dr. Perkins stood by Chrissy's side and began going through her charts and then gave her a little speech that I'm sure he'd given a thousand girls before. When he was done he said, "Now remember Chrissy, I'm a doctor and I've heard everything before, and everything you tell me is a secret between us. Do you understand?"
"I understand," she mumbled softly.
"Good, now I need you to be totally honest with me when you answer my questions," he stated very softly, showing her great concern. After that they spoke for a while about medical issues, and I was not really listening to their conversation until I heard him ask about her sexual history, which immediately peaked my interest. He asked if she's ever been intimate with another person, and she fumbled a bit and asked exactly what he meant. He said, "Well, for starters, have you ever kissed a boy or girl outside of your family?"
I held my breath waiting for her response, and after a long pause she said in a whisper, "Yes, just one."
"Okay, you're doing good Chrissy," he said in an encouraging tone. "And did this person ever touch your body anywhere?" he questioned further.
Another soft "yes." I was wondering just who the hell had been touching my *********** as lewd images ran through my head. I should not have been surprised being that she was 18 and all, but her shyness and innocence made her seem so much younger. Plus, at only 5'1", she just seemed so small and c***dlike.
"Okay Chrissy, I need to know where this person touched you," he stated.
"Here and here," she answered, pointing to her chest and groin.
"Who!" I wanted to pull the curtain open and scream at her, yet remained seated, my mind reeling.
Pointing to her mid section, he asked, "When this person touched you down here, did they touch you with their hands or something else?"
She said softly, "Only his hands." I felt momentary relief that my baby was still a virgin, but still wondered who had touched her.
The doctor then asked, "And did you touch him in any way?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Okay Chrissy, you're doing great, but I need to know how you touched him," he probed further.
"He made me touch his thing, and then made me put it in my mouth," she answered as quiet as a mouse. My worst fears about her ability to be manipulated were confirmed when she said, "made me."
I was furious, who the fuck was messin' with my innocent little angel, forcing her to jerk him off and suck his cock? blood pumped through my body with rage, yet it also flowed to my cock causing it to throb obscenely. Images of my sweet little princess on her knees jerking my cock and sucking my dick raced through my head. I've always had dominant fantasies of forcing a woman to do things for me, but my fantasy girl's face was suddenly replaced by that of my very own daughter, causing a shiver to run through me. How could I have thought that about my own flesh and blood, the light of my life?
The doctor asked one final question, "Chrissy, I need to know who this boy is, just in case we find something wrong with you, we may have to be in contact with him or his parents."
I leaned forward awaiting her response, and after a long pause, she uttered, "Johnny Morton." Fucking little bastard neighbor of mine! The little prick was about six years older than her and in my mind certainly wasn't good enough for my baby. He should stick to girls his own age I thought, but then it hit me like a stone that I had been fantasizing about a girl, my own daughter, less than half my age. Just what was I becoming?
Finally he said, "Okay Chrissy, we'll run a couple of blood tests just in case, but I'm quite certain everything will be fine."
Dr. Perkins then put the chart back down on a bedside table, looked directly into the mirror at me and nodded his head. He then turned back towards my daughter and said, "Okay Chrissy, here we go." He began the exam by pulling out various instruments, looked in her ears, eyes, down her throat, all the usual stuff. After the preliminaries were completed, he stated, "Chrissy, I'm going to take the top of your gown down now."
I leaned forward and stared into the mirror intently as he slowly peeled the fabric down to her waist. He turned slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eye, and I was terribly embarrassed at being caught peeking, yet couldn't turn away for some reason. It was the first time I'd seen her chest exposed since she was a baby, and her teenage breasts were small but lovely. My pulse raced and my cock pounded in my pants as I awaited the doctor's next move.
The exam continued with the doctor touching and rubbing her neck, then down to her chest. He removed a stethoscope from around his neck, placed it on her chest saying, "This might be cold," then asked her to breathe deeply. He then placed it once more around his neck and moved his hands back to her chest. He peeked at me in the mirror again, then started rubbing her breasts and nipples. "Does this hurt at all Chrissy?" he asked, his hands caressing them in small circles.
"Nope," is all she said in return.
"How 'bout now?" he questioned, from my vantage point he appeared to be pinching her nipples lightly.
"Not really," she answered softly.
"Good," he replied, then moved down her belly, rubbing, poking and tapping here and there as he went. "You're doing great Chrissy," he said and pulled the gown up to her neck once more, and I momentarily breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor then moved closer to her head and started talking to her in a serious tone once more. "Now Chrissy, this is the most difficult part of the exam, I need you to be a trooper, okay?" he asked in a soothing voice.
"Okay, I'll try," she answered softly, trying to sound brave.
He then said, "Some girls don't like to look at what I'm doing during this part, so if you'd like, I can cover your face."
"Okay," she answered once more.
"Are you sure that's what you want Chrissy?" he asked again.
"Yes," was her short reply.
"Okay, scoot your bottom down to the very edge of the table," he instructed and she wiggled her way into the new position. Turning, he looked directly at my face in the mirror, then moved towards my daughter's legs. He slowly peeled the gown up her body, stopping only when her lower belly came into view. He stood above her head and told her to turn her head to the side, then completed the process by dr****g the bottom of the gown over her face, blocking her view of the room completely.
My cock throbbed once more as her young body was unveiled to my hungry eyes. From my vantage point I could not see her hidden treasure, but her nearly nude form looked wonderful to me, her flawless skin shining bright under the glow of the hospital lights. I had not seen her pussy since I bathed her as a c***d, and wondered what it looked like now. I was lost in my thoughts when his voice pulled me back to reality, "You doing okay under there Chrissy?"
She answered back with another soft, "Yes."
"Good girl," he told her, and adjusted the stirrups at the foot of the table for her petite frame. "Okay Chrissy, I'm going to touch your legs and place them on something, you ready?" he asked her, sounding positive and professional. With that, he reached down and placed one of her little legs in a stirrup, then repeated the process with the other, opening her up wide to both his gaze and my own. He then grabbed a stool and moved it to the end of the table, and sat right between her open thighs.
I couldn't remember ever being that jealous in my life, and I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair. Not only had the Doctor done that to my lovely wife a number of times, but he was at that moment between the tender naked legs of my only daughter. I watched as he snapped a rubber glove on his right hand, then squirted a drop of lubricant on his index finger. He looked into my eyes once more as he massaged the gel down his finger, obviously preparing to penetrate my ***********. His stare moved to my groin, where he must have noticed the lump in my pants because a wry little smile formed on his lips. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, embarrassed beyond measure at being seen that way, yet unable to turn away from the events unfolding before my eyes. My guts were torn apart as I felt like I was about to watch my daughter get ****d, yet it was actually turning me on like nothing before.
He turned forward once more, partially obscuring the view of my daughter's crotch. "Chrissy, I'm going to touch you now," he said to my ***********.
"K," was her only reply.
He scooted the stool forward, closer to my baby's treasure, and reached his hand between her legs. I shifted my body to the side to get a better view, deeply ashamed of myself inside for what I was doing. I could barely see his fingers trace up and down her pussy lips when I heard him state, "Tell me if anything I touch hurts, okay Chrissy?"
"Okay," she answered softly from under the gown.
He then turned and looked at me in the mirror once more, and moved one finger on his left hand to his lips, making the quiet symbol. He then turned his palm up and motioned me over, waving his fingers back and forth. My cock lurched in my pants at the thought of getting to see my ***********'s uncovered pussy up close. My mind raced, what should I do? He must have known the situation was turning me on beyond words, and yet he almost seemed to be encouraging my voyeurism. He continued to stare into my eyes strongly until my will was broken and I stood on shaky legs, and walked as if in a trance past the curtain until I was directly behind him. He smiled and nodded, making the quiet gesture again, and turned his attention back to my daughter.
From where I stood I could see my daughter's body perfectly, legs spread wide open before me. Her pretty little peach had just a touch of hair above her thin pink pussy lips, not hiding her special place in any way. My cock throbbed in my pants and I had to reach down and adjust it in discomfort, just as Dr. Perkins turned once more, catching me in the act, yet he once again gave me the same wry knowing smile, and he turned back to his work. I was flooded with emotions, barely able to process what was going on. There I was, more turned on than ever before in my life, having illicit thoughts about my own daughter, her doctor obviously knowing I was turned on, yet I couldn't look away if I wanted to.
His fingers continued running up and down her opening, warming her up for what was surely to come. He began speaking to her softly, almost erotically, "How does that feel Chrissy?"
"It's okay I guess," she answered.
"Good girl Chrissy. I'm going to apply a bit more pressure, but don't be scared, I promise not to hurt you," he added and slowly began inserting his finger just a touch deeper. I peered over his shoulder, getting as close as possible to the amazing sight before me. His lone finger slowly traced up and down her young slit, rubbing gently up one side, then down the other. "That still feel okay Chrissy?" he asked again.
"S'okay," she responded in a whisper. Her voice seemed a bit different, almost a contented sound to it. Maybe she was enjoying this as much as we were.
The doctor removed his hand for a moment and stated, "I'm going to have to spread your legs a bit more to use my special tools on you Chrissy, so don't be surprised when you feel them moving." She remained silent while he griped the metal device on one side and moved it open a couple more inches, then did the same with the other. The results were startling, and rocked me to my core. Her little flower was completely open, pink as a rose petal, and moist with morning dew. I'd never wanted to kiss anything more in my entire life, and could have spent the rest of eternity licking her and never tire of it.
Dr. Perkins moved his hand back to my baby and resumed his tender caresses. He slowly moved his finger deeper than before and then brought it most of the way back out. I watched spellbound while he established a slow fucking motion as he moved his finger in and out of my only c***d. Then it hit me, I couldn't believe I was actually watching a guy fingering my *********** and I was absolutely loving it. It was the most taboo and erotic thing I'd ever seen, her laid out and totally vulnerable before two sets of hungry eyes. He began slowly sawing in and out and said to her, "Chrissy, I need to get you warm for my next instrument, so I'm going to rub you like this for a while."
"Un hum," she answered quietly.
He looked back over his shoulder at me and nodded, like things were going to plan. I had no idea what the plan was, but at that moment I was totally on-board!
I was surprised when the doctor quickly took his finger out of my daughter, and quietly removed his glove. Yet that was nothing compared to the shock I felt when I saw his bare finger go momentarily into his mouth before moving back to her open pussy and slowly push it's way in. blood pounded into my temples and cock as I watched in stunned silence as he took her with his bare finger, in and out.
"Are you feeling warmer now Chrissy?" he asked.
"Umm, yes," she replied a bit louder than I had expected.
"Good girl," was all he said in return, his digit probing back and forth.
"I'm going to change instruments now Chrissy," he stated and removed his fingers from her once more. He turned and looked at me as he brought his finger to his nose. Breathing in deeply, he took a long drag off his finger, then opened his mouth and put it inside as he closed his eyes. I could not believe my daughter's doctor just tasted her juices from his bare finger, yet the sight aroused me like nothing I'd ever seen and I almost fell over in shock. He opened his eyes again and slowly slid the finger out of his mouth and let out a long sigh. Only one thought was in my mind at that moment, I wanted a taste!
His same 'instrument' went back to work again, but with her face covered, my only daughter had no idea what was going on. He began moving it in and out quicker this time, then brought his other hand over to rub her tiny little clit with his thumb. I heard an audible intake of breath when he touched her and saw her body jump, yet she said nothing. His thumb flicked slowly up and down over her little bud, while his finger moved in and out of her sultry slit. I could see her body make tiny little movements, reacting to the doctor's new touch. "Still feeling okay Chrissy?" he asked in a whisper.
She responded in similar tone, "Yess."
He looked over his shoulder at me again and winked, then turned back to her and said, "There seems to be a little problem here Chrissy, I feel a strange bump I need to look at. I'm going to have to change tools again and get a good look inside you." She made no response, seemingly content to submit to his judgment as a professional as part of the exam. He pulled his hands away from her and slid the stool back, moving me out of the way. He stood and motioned me forward with his hands, pointing at the seat, a shit-eating grin across his face. I couldn't fucking believe it, I thought to myself, was he actually going to let me take over? My hands were literally shaking and I could barely move my feet as I awkwardly moved past him and took over his place on the stool. He leaned over my shoulder and said softly, "Enjoy," then pushed me forward.
I heard over my shoulder, "Okay Chrissy, here comes the next tool," as he nudged my back. I guessed that was my signal to go, and my cock pulsated in my pants with anticipation. I brought my right hand to my mouth, and licked my index finger as best as possible, my mouth dry from nerves. I leaned my face as close to my daughter's pretty pussy, then removed the finger from my mouth, and placed it at the entrance of her jewel. I paused for a moment, contemplating the magnitude of what I was about to do, but my mind was set and I slowly eased my finger into my baby's warm little kitty. I couldn't believe how warm and wet she was, and wondered what caused it. Was it the doctors manipulations that made her wet, or was it simply his lube, or maybe something else...
I heard the voice from over my shoulder once more, "How does that feel?" I wondered if he was talking to me or her.
She responded softly, "Okay." If I were forced to respond, my reply would have been a resounding, "Fucking amazing!" to that same question.
My finger moved in and out of Chrissy's warm pussy, imitating the moves of her doctor. Just like him, I then moved my other hand towards her, and tenderly stroked her clit with my thumb. I felt a shiver run through her body as I contacted her little nubbin, and it sent chills through my body as well. I remembed the actions of the doctor only minutes before, and just had to do the same thing. I slowly slid my finger out of her, then eagerly stuffed it into my waiting mouth. It was like nectar from the gods, the most lovely taste I'd ever experienced! I mouthed every drop from my finger with gusto, then released it from my lips with a small popping sound. I almost fainted, my heart was beating so fast, but pressed onward in need.
My finger slid back into her warm wet sheath, which fit like a glove. I ran it back and forth like before, but also moved it in circles a bit like how I knew her mother enjoyed so much. My daughter's pussy was so tight I barely had room to move my digit around, but I did the best I could to stimulate her, wondering what her reaction would be. I stared at the beautiful sight before me, and wondered if it would be too bold to lick her clit, but since I'd already rubbed it, I decided it was okay and leaned my head forward. My face was just an inch from her slit, my fingers moving in and out just below my chin. I stopped caressing her clit with my thumb for a moment and gently ran my tongue delicately in it's place. Her reaction surprised me as she humped her hips backwards and let out an audible, "Ohhhh."
Dr. Perkins had obviously seen what I'd done, and I heard from behind me, "You still doing okay Chrissy?"
She responded with a soft, satisfied, "Yesss."
The sounds of her excited voice filled my heart with joy and lust, and I wanted to hear more. The doctor then added, "That was a sensitivity test Chrissy, get ready I'm going to do it again."
He must have read my mind, because his words had given me the green light to lick my daughter once more. I slid my tongue out and adoringly ran it over her tiny button once more, her body reacting much the same way as before. I didn't pull back this time, but ran my tongue down her sweet pussy lips, all around my probing finger. Her body was trapped in the stirrups, yet she began rocking her hips and rotating them from side to side. At first it appeared that she was trying to escape the contact, but then it became clear to me she actually wanted more.
The demons in my head were very pleased. I'd tasted my baby's juices right from their source, and it's clear that her body was seeking more attention. I eased my finger out of Chrissy's overheated young vagina a tad to make more room for my tongue. I started to lick deeper into her cleft, lapping up her nectar as I went.
I began to hear sounds coming from under the gown above me, soft "ohhhhhs", "mmmmmms", and other purring noises of pleasure. My tongue moved back up to her clit, and I heard a sharp intake of breath, then a loud, "Ahhhhh."
I heard a soft voice breathlessly whisper, "Doctor, Doctor Perkins, are you, are you almost done?"
"Almost Chrissy, just a few more tests to run," he replied over my shoulder.
I pulled back to steal a glance behind me and looked in the good doctors face. Lust was written all over him, and I had no doubt my face was every bit the same. He looked me back in the eyes for a moment, then moved his mouth close to my ear and barely audibly said, "So, you wanna fuck your daughter?" His words made me moan out loud, sparking tremors throughout my entire body.
"Are you okay Dr. Perkins?" Chrissy asked, hearing my moan.
"Yes Chrissy, I just dropped something on my foot," he replied, nudging my shoulder and smiling. He then looked at her pussy, then back at me and whispered, "Go ahead."
I'd never wanted anything more in my life than I wanted to fuck my daughter at that very moment. I couldn't believe things were happening so quickly. I felt like I was having an out of body experience watching some stranger do these horrible things to my baby, yet deep down I knew it was really me. Doctor Perkins nodded at me and I stood turning my attention back towards my sweet young girl. My hands moved away from her body, and went to my slacks, unbuttoning, then unzipping them. I slid them to the floor, then pushed my boxers down too, both wrapped around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight up, as hard and as dark as I'd ever seen it, deep purple and full of blood.
I was about to move towards my daughter when I heard the doc say, "Chrissy, here is your last test, and it's the hardest one of all. I have to use my largest instrument on you, so this may sting a bit, do you understand?"
"I guess so," she responded, still sounding in a dream state.
I then felt his hand on my back, urging me forward. "Here it comes Chrissy, get ready," he said as I moved into position between her outstretched legs. I saw them tense in the stirrups and had a momentary pang of guilt for what I was about to do to my baby, but there was no stopping now. I placed the tip of my cock up to her slit, and gently slid forward, piercing the outer layer of her folds. I was barely in, but she emited a long sigh.
"You doing okay Chrissy?" the doctor asked my daughter.
"Ummm, I, I think so," she responded stuttering.
I felt a push on my back again as I inched forward, pressing my hardness into her another inch or two.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," my daughter moaned. Then much loader added, "That hurts Doctor Perkins."
"You're a big girl Chrissy, you can handle it. It'll be over soon," he told her.
I heard her whimpering in pain which normally would have destroyed me, yet then it only made me even hornier. I didn't wait for any additional instruction from the doctor, and I pushed the rest of my cock into my daughter's waiting pussy.
As I broke through her barrier, she screamed, "Owwwwwwwwww," and rocked forward, lifting her head, but thankfully the gown stayed in place. "Doctor Perkinssss," she wailed, then began sobbing uncontrollably.
"You'll be fine he said, just a little longer," and he moved out from behind me to the side of the table. We made eye contact and he nodded, looking down at our linked groins, wordlessly telling me to go. I placed my hands on each of her thighs, and slowly pulled my cock almost all the way out. She gasped, "Aaaahhhhhh," breath rushing out of her mouth. I gave her a moment to recover, then slid my prick slowly back to the hilt. A long, loud "ooohhhhhh," escaped her lips as I moved forward into her body. This time I didn't stop and began easing myself back and forth, in and out of her in slow strokes. A long series of "ooohhhhs," and "aaaahhhhhs," come out of her mouth with each thrust, and I saw her head moving from side to side under the gown.
My pace quickened as I fucked my daughter harder and faster. My cock had never been harder, feeling like it was in a wet oven, her pussy drenched but on fire from these new feelings. I was like an a****l now and could only think about fucking my baby girl, thrusting faster and faster. I looked over at the doctor for a moment and was startled to see he had his cock in his hand. My pace slowed again wondering what he was going to do. He was jerking off rapidly, and looked into my eyes, and said, "May I?" and looked towards my daughter's face. I knew what it was he wanted and the thought amazingly excited me.
I kept humping and simply said, "Yes."
Doctor Perkins moved up next to the table beside my daughter's head and pulled back the covering. She looked at him for a moment with glassy eyes, before she realized what he was doing, never even looking at me. He reached over and grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards his groin. "Suck me Chrissy, suck me just like you did Johnny Morton!" he yelled at her, and rubbed his cock against her lips. He thrusted his hips forward and his hard prick slid into her open mouth.
It's the most sickening, yet intoxicating thing I've ever seen, and I came on the spot, filling her tight pussy as I collapsed on top of her. I had just taken my only daughter's virginity, and I'm ashamed to say I loved every second of it!
Hope you enjoyed, comment if you think I should continue with a part2
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