The Family Whore

John has short, moderately wavy, black hair, with a slightly receding hairline, atop a face that’s fairly ovalish. But it’s also a face without any sharp or strong lines to it. It has softer, more rounded lines, just as Derek’s does. He has brown eyes and a slightly small nose. He has a narrow mouth that’s fairly straight as well. It’s framed with a pair of medium-dark pink lips that are decently on the fine side.

John has a fairly flat stomach and chest. And it’s hairless. He has a pair of small, but dark pink-brown, nipples on his chest. Thankfully he doesn’t have much body fat. Just the looseness that comes with age to his skin.

John’s pubes and balls are fully shaven. I’m not a fan of that, but I’ve seen it on Diane’s toys before. I think Diane likes it. It does make for an easier time to play with his cock and balls. No hairs to get in the way or get tangled up in anything. I just don’t care for the way it looks. But it’s not my toy, so I don’t get to say.

Unfortunately for John, I can see where Derek inherited his cock from. John’s cock isn’t much bigger than Derek’s. I’d put John right at the five-inch mark, marking his cock as decidedly average. But it is a hair thicker than Derek’s. It might even come close to being an inch across. It is circumcised, and that lets me see its soft, light pink head.

John’s balls look to be about the same as Derek’s, which means ample. His are pulled up in his sack slightly, the skin holding them up towards his body. At least for now. It looks as if his sack is slowly loosening up to allow his balls to dangle freely.

As John stands there, his cock is about half-stiff. At least that’s what I call it. It’s not fully soft. But it is soft. It’s also swollen up a bit, enough that’s noticeably thickened, but it’s not hard enough to be standing out straight yet. Instead, it droops down over his balls.

John stands properly, with his hands behind his back and his feet opened enough that his balls are between his thighs without touching his legs. He faces me, too. I can see that he’s breathing slowly, intentionally as if trying to keep control of his body. That makes sense to me. No one has given John permission for a hard cock. A well-experienced toy like John would know that’s not allowed. Cocks are to be soft unless given permission for a stiff one. Not that John, or any man, is able to control it that well. The rule makes for some good excuses to “punish” a toy.

“Well, this should be quick. That’s not much of a penis, is it, nurse?”

“No, Doctor!” Sophie answers with a good giggle in her voice. There’s nothing like a good cock mocking to make a man shy. It has the intended effect on John. He cringes and shies inward a bit.

I use one hand to hold John’s cock, wrapping my hand around it. I grip it tightly. That should keep it from getting hard. A good hard squeeze does that. It just doesn’t leave the cock room to swell up to its full hardness. It’s a bit uncomfortable for John, too. That’s okay, though. I don’t feel a thing.

I put my other hand to John’s balls, cupping them gently at first, just as I did Derek’s. I stroke them with my thumb. John’s balls feel like balls. I hadn’t expected anything different. But I can also feel his cock in my other hand trying to swell against my grip. It’s trying hard. I hold the tight squish, keeping it from getting hard.

Steadily John begins to wince. I hold my tight squeeze on his shaft, keeping it from swelling hard. It strains. John’s face wrinkles up even more.

I quickly close my hand, squeezing his balls tightly in my grip. It’s a hard squeeze, but not enough to injure him. John grunts a deep “UGH…OW!” As I do, so I know he definitely feels it.

“You filthy little boy!” I scold John in my most disapproving, and taunting, voice. “Are you so horny that you can’t even behave for your penile exam? Just how long has it been since Ms. Braun’s cock has been satisfied?”

“Two days, Ma’am,” John answers in a nervous voice, almost blurting his answer out.

“Two days? That’s all? Oh, you are some kind of weirdo horny toad!” I sigh deeply. “Well, I certainly can’t do a penile exam with your cock trying to fuck my hand! Come along, I’ll find some filthy thing to fix that.”

I don’t give John a chance to ask what I mean. I keep my tight squeezing grip on both his cock and balls. I start walking quickly towards the door.

John hurries to follow me. It’s not like he has much of a choice. Any man will follow his balls anywhere. Especially when a girl has a tight enough grip on them that he thinks his balls are going with or without him. John walks a little awkwardly, keeping his legs apart as he does.

I drag him the few steps across the room. I fling the door open and drag John out into the hall. Then across the hall. I push the door of the other room open and drag John in. As he steps in, his eyes stay on me. He’s too unsteady on his feet and too nervous to be looking around.

John doesn’t have much of a chance to see her anyway. The corner I have Marie in is to the right of the door. As soon as we’re through, I’m pulling John to the exam table. It has him moving ahead and right, putting his back to Marie. All he might see is Jill standing there glaring at something. I wonder if he thinks the cute doctor might be the thing I’m getting. I hope he does. My inner imp loves to crush those hopes.

I pull John over to the table. Keeping my grip on his balls, I firmly tell him to get up on the table. As I do, I’m already pulling his balls up, urging him to hurry up. John hurries, making it even more clumsy as he gets up. I put him on his knees, his feet hanging off the head of the table. His legs stay open, leaving plenty of room for my hands. I scold him to open them a little wider, stretching his knees to the edges of the table.

I release John and snap my finger. “Whore, get your disgusting butt over here!” I call out in a scornful voice.

Marie knows I’m talking to her. She turns and hurries over. It’s John’s first sight of her since I had Sophie bring her back. She’s completely naked. She doesn’t stall, either. She must have learned that I wouldn’t tolerate that.

I point to the table. “On your hands and knees, bitch. Like a bitch!” I watch as Marie crawls up onto the table. She gets up and turns her bottom towards John and his now-stiff cock.

“You are such a filthy whore!” I scold Marie in my most disapproving voice. “I know you want fucked so badly you’ll take just any old cock, but try to have at least a tiny shred of shame? Turn around!”

I have to scold Marie, in a firm and disgusted voice, into a proper position. I have her on her hands and knees. Her knees and feet spread wide, to the ends of the table. I have her back flat with the table. Her hands grip the edges of the table, her arms forward just enough to lower her shoulder and make her back flat.

A little tug on Marie’s hair gets her head up. It puts her looking right at John’s cock.

With my hand, I swat Marie’s bare bottom. “Suck that cock, too, you dirty little bitch whore,” I tell Marie.

John just stays put, but I see some surprise on his face. As if he heard what I told Marie to do. As if he’s surprised Marie would let me talk to her like that. Like Diane talks to him. As if John’s wondering what other cock Marie has already sucked today. There isn’t one in the room.

Marie just crawls a quarter step forward and puts her lips to the tip of John’s cock. She stretches her mouth wide. It’s not an easy position for her to suck in. To get the cock in her mouth, she has her neck craned fully. It keeps her from moving her neck to move her head. There’s nowhere left for her neck to go.

Marie starts rocking on her hands and knees. Not much, but enough for the motions to pull her head back and forth, stroking John’s cock with her mouth. I can see her elbows flexing as well as if she’s lifting her shoulders as well as rocking them.

Her first couple of strokes are fairly clumsy. I assume that’s because she’s never done it in this position before. But it doesn’t take her long to fall into a smooth rhythm. A light swat to her bottom is all it takes to remind her that I expect John to get the same treatment Derek got. She focuses, slowing a little to a more leisurely pace and taking all of his cock into her mouth.

I see a few ripples flow over her stomach as she gags with the first few strokes, but after that, she gets past it. It doesn’t look like John’s cock is long enough to push into her throat, either. Or maybe just long enough to push the squishy tip of his cock head into it. That won’t choke her like the steely shaft of it would. And Marie is not choking on it. It does look like she’s close to choking, though. Too bad her lips are going flush against John’s pubes. It would be amusing for me if he had a little more cock. Just enough to choke her and give me the chance to teach her to work through that, too.

The slower blow job takes a little longer to push John to climax.

He doesn’t have the time. Not before Elisha comes back in, still holding Derek’s hands, leading him in.

Derek’s cock is stiff again. He can’t hide it. The hard shaft sticks out, pushing the front of his gown up and over his cock. There isn’t enough gown for his cock to stand up underneath it.

I’m not surprised. Derek seems to be a rather horny guy. Most guys his age are. I have little doubt that Elisha cleaned his asshole very thoroughly. Very tenderly, her hands more massaging than wiping. And if I know Elisha, she took every chance to touch more than his bottom. I knew she would. I didn’t tell her not to. It’s as close to permission as she was going to get.

Derek, however, looks very surprised. He must not have counted on his father being brought back as well. Or of seeing him naked on his knees, trying to stay still while his mom, on all fours, sucks his cock. I’ll bet he never thought he’d see his parents doing anything. But he is.

It doesn’t take long for Derek’s eyes to settle. He has to look somewhere, and I’m keeping him moving forward, so it limits his choices. His eyes fix on Marie’s breasts. They hang down under her chest, holding their fully rounded shape as they do. They’re firm enough that they don’t jiggle much. Much. They do jiggle a little, enough for her smallish mounds to be… enthralling for Derek. At least if he forgets whose breasts they are. Marie’s nipples are still standing out hard, too.

I grab Derek’s cock in a grip snug enough for him to feel it, but not to hurt him. I use it to pull him around to the foot of the table.

Marie’s spread legs give Derek a very good view of her pussy. I’m sure it’s the first full view he’s had of her pussy. It lets him see her pussy mound and thick, plump lips. It lets him see her wide gash of a slit with the ends of her long folds sticking out. And it lets him see the thick layer of honey that clings to everything, making her entire mound glisten brightly. Even the outsides of her lips. There’s no denying the sight. Marie’s pussy is sopping wet now. To me, it’s a sure sign that she enjoyed sucking Derek’s cock. Or at least being made to suck it. Nothing that’s happened today seems to have been a turn-off for Marie’s pussy. And now Derek should know that, too. Even boys, notoriously dense when it comes to girls, know what a wet pussy means.

Using Derek’s cock for a leash I pull him up onto the table. The short table doesn’t leave him room to do any more than kneel behind her, his legs inside of her calves. And that puts the tip of his cock about two inches behind Marie’s bottom. Behind her sopping wet pussy.

I swat Derek on his bottom. I see a faint flinch run over Marie as I do as if she wonders why she’s not feeling the swat she just heard. But she stays focused on what she’s doing. Sucking her husband’s cock.

“I don’t know what you’ve been doing with that worthless bitch Ashley, but it’s pretty clear to me that both she and her pussy are utterly worthless! If she were my bitch, I’d sew that useless thing up and turn her into a eunuch slave! No one would even notice.

“Otherwise, that cock of yours wouldn’t be so badly neglected that you just couldn’t manage to behave long enough for a proper exam!

“Oh, well, luckily I have a cum dumpster handy.” I muse aloud.

I put one hand to Derek’s soft bottom. From behind, I reach my other hand between his legs to get a hold of his balls. I grip those just tightly enough to ensure that his hips will follow them. I start pushing Derek forward.

In a second or two, the tip of Derek’s cock bumps against the slippery wet mound of Marie’s pussy. The aim, determined mostly by their heights and the positions, is perfect. The tip of his cock head is touching the top of her slit, pressing against the narrow chasm between her loose folds, almost exactly in front of Marie’s tunnel.

I keep Derek moving forward, slowly and steadily. The spongy head of his cock pushes between Marie’s folds. It slides easily along on the layer of her oily-slick, hot, fresh honey. The tip finds the narrow entrance of Marie’s tunnel.

I keep Derek moving, not allowing him to hesitate. His cock keeps pushing into Marie’s mound as well. Quickly the tip of it starts pressing into her tight tunnel. The wider, steely hard shaft starts following it. And I keep Derek going, pushing his cock into her eagerly waiting pussy.

Marie doesn’t flinch. She stays put. If anything she works to keep her bottom still and ease the way for Derek to push into her. She keeps sucking John’s cock, too. And now I can see that Marie is having to concentrate to maintain the steady rhythm instead of speeding up.

It doesn’t take long for every bit of Derek’s short length to push into Marie’s pussy. Derek purrs loud and sweetly as it does. I’m sure he can feel the fiery heat of Marie’s pussy burning against his cock. I’ll bet he can feel the needy tremors twitching her walls around him, too.

John stares at Marie’s bottom. He watches her, a huge look of surprise on his face, as he sees that she’s allowing Derek’s cock to push into her pussy. He clearly did not expect her to allow that.

John doesn’t dare say anything. He knows better. He stays where I have him, purring out hungry moans as Marie sucks his cock. He’s been a toy long enough to understand that I’ve claimed ownership of all three bodies. I own them. I will do as I fancy with them. They have no say. It’s not incest. Marie isn’t any more Derek’s mother now than she is John’s wife. Marie is nothing but my whore. Mine to use. As is he and Derek. And now, apparently, I want to turn my “Marie doll” into a complete whore doll.

It doesn’t take me any encouragement to get Derek going. As soon as I release him and tell him “go on, little boy, use this cum dumpster and get that disgusting horniness out of that penis,” Derek starts fucking her. I quickly use my hands, now on his hips, to slow him down.

I have to scold Derek a couple of times to slow down. I tell him that I don’t want him to just “dump a load,” I want him to satisfy that cock well enough that he can behave long enough for his rectal exam. That means I want his cock to feel the fucking “his whore mommy” is giving it.

John watches the show. Mostly his eyes stay on Marie’s bottom. It leaves him a view of the curve of her globes, and Derek’s cock stroking into her.

Derek keeps his eyes down, too. It mostly has him seeing Marie’s head bobbing as her shoulders rock. Of Marie’s long hair tossing around with the motions. And of John’s cock as Marie strokes it with her mouth. His hands rest on Marie’s hips, steadying her bottom as he thrusts.

Marie is fairly quiet. That’s mostly the cock filling her mouth. I hear her purring some rather urgent sweet moans when she can. I can see her quivering lightly, too. I can see a heavy coat of her honey covering Derek’s cock. I’m sure it’s the sluttiest Marie has ever been.

It’s only a few seconds after Derek gets going that I can see that John is close to cumming. “Oh, fuck boy,” I coo teasingly sweet to John. “You two teensy little penises will dump your filth in my cum dumpster at the same time. You may speak to each other only to coordinate your dumping.” I grin very wide.

“Derek… I’m ready, are you?” John asks Derek without looking up from Marie’s bottom. His voice trembles with the strain of holding his orgasm back. I guess Elisha had better timing than I’d thought. Any later and John would have cum before Derek got here.

“Jeez, Dad, I just got started! And the nurse is making me go slow.” Derek answers.

“Hurry up!” John pleadingly blurts out.

I don’t know if Derek ignores him or not. I won’t let Derek speed up, and there’s not much else he can do. Plus, he’s recently come a few times, so he won’t be so quick as John is to cum. Oh well, to bad for John!

I watch, guiding Derek’s thrusts. John steadily groans louder, more urgent and pleading grunts. It’s clear that he’s struggling not to cum.

Luckily for John, Derek is quick. Again. This time it takes him about two, maybe two and a half minutes before I see that Derek is ready to cum, too. That’s still awfully quick, especially for a third orgasm. I suspect Ashley has nicknamed him two-minute Derek, or something like that.

“Dad, I’m ready…” Derek says, a good bit of purring sweetness in his grunted voice.

I scold Derek for “being shy.”

“Dad, my penis is ready to dump my filth in this cum dumpster. Will you please dump your filth with me?” Derek asks. He doesn’t hesitate, either. His grunting voice is far too strained and needy for him to think about decency or modesty now.

“Yeah… on three?” John says. “One… Two…”

I release Derek’s hips as John starts counting, shifting up closer to John.

“Three.” John counts off.

I grab John’s hips and pull him sharply back. “You don’t deserve to cum in even that whore’s disgusting mouth, naughty boy!” I harshly scold John.

John’s cock erupts almost the instant I pull the tip of it from Marie’s lips. A thick, heavy spurt of John’s whitish cum explodes from the tip. It hits Marie on the bridge of her nose, slowly flowing down her nose and down the sides of her nose to her cheeks.

Derek grunts with release. With my hands no longer steadying his hips, His cock thrusts sharply into Marie’s pussy. I have no doubt that Derek is cumming, too. Only he gets to cum into Marie’s pussy.

John’s cock keeps exploding, squirting more and more streams of cum onto Marie’s face. Almost all of it sticks to her face, slowly oozing down and covering more. A few drops fall and land on the table. Derek steadily thrusts into her pussy, each stroke more powerful than the last. His thrusts are hard enough to knock Marie’s body a little. Enough that it tosses her silky fine hair about lightly. Enough that a few strands of that hair bounce against her face, getting stuck in John’s cum and clinging.

It takes them both a little over half a minute to finish cumming. As soon as I notice that Derek is done and slowing down, I nudge his hips back, pulling his sloppy cock from Marie’s even sloppier pussy. After a second, a good-sized puddle of Derek’s cum mixed with Marie’s honey falls from her folds and drops down to the table.

“Elisha put this cum dumpster back in the corner. That’s where whores belong, on the corner!”

Elisha comes over to get Marie and walks her back to the corner she was in.

“Good, now maybe those two penises will stay soft long enough for you disgusting boys to get your rectal exams,” I say.

Chapter Six – Fucking Daddy

Now I know that I need to waste a little time. Derek’s cock has been well-used this afternoon. And finally, it’s soft again. It never went soft while his bottom was filled with the enema. That’s an interesting fact that I’ve taken note of. But now that his bottom is empty and his cock tended to, it’s gone fully soft.

As has John’s cock. And John has only had a single blow job from Marie and nothing more today. I guess his cock isn’t as energetic as Derek’s. Soft, neither cock is big. Both look rather small to me. Both are about two inches long, and maybe 1/2″ across. Both hang down limp over their balls.

Marie, however, hasn’t been allowed to cum yet. It leaves her with a rather sloppy, wet, and now messy, pussy. It leaves her mound glistening brightly, sparkling, between her legs. With her puffy mound, I can see enough of her thick lips to see that they’re well-coated with her honey. As are the creases of her thighs.

I did promise the men a thorough rectal exam. That sounds like as good of a way to waste time as anything. And I’m confident, or at least mostly confident, that at least Derek will find it exciting. If his cock is willing to work again. That’s kind of a gamble. Four orgasms in one afternoon is a lot for a man. I have no doubt that Ashley hasn’t given him anything close to four in one day before. I’m even more sure that Derek doesn’t mind them.

I have all three of them stand facing the table. I put Marie in the middle of the line, telling her that since she has been such a whore, there’s no reason why she can’t join the men for their exam. It’s not as if her comfort matters to anyone, and that’s a fact I repeatedly remind her of.

It has them all standing rather close together. It’s the shortness of the pediatric-sized table. Not quite touching each other, but fairly close to it. And that’s how I want them.

I have the three of them lean over the table, lying their chests flat on the top. And I tell them all to keep their arms at their sides. No holding onto anything. I even have them all turn their heads to lie on their left cheeks. It has them all facing the same direction, looking at the back of a head instead of facing each other.

I tell Jill that she’s to do their exams. She is an actual M.D. so it’s fitting that she does something. I whisper instructions to her telling her that I want them to be long exams. And very “sweet” exams. Jill knows what I want to be done. And it gives me a few minutes break.

I have Jill start with John. She doesn’t bother spreading his loose cheeks. She just pushed her gloved, and lubricated, finger into his crack. John grunts hard as she pushes it through his asshole, too. Then he grunts again as she curls her finger back inside of him so that she can feel his prostate.

Jill takes her time and then some. I stand back, watching. It’s not long, maybe about ten seconds, until I see John’s cock slowly coming back to life. In under a minute, by the time Jill finishes his exam, his cock is standing straight down from his bent waist. It’s fully hard again, too.

Jill moves along to Marie, changing her glove between patients. That’s a courtesy I wouldn’t have given them. While women don’t have a prostate, Jill is still able to tease Marie. She can press her finger down gently against the backside of Marie’s pussy walls. Marie grunts hard as Jill pushes into her tight asshole, but by the end of the exam, Marie is breathing out needy purrs. I’m sure Jill can feel the heat in Marie’s pussy. And some twitches shooting through those walls. Marie’s purrs tell me that her pussy is quite eager for some attention.

And then it’s Derek’s turn. I know he’s been waiting rather uncomfortably-anxiously for his. I’ve seen him flinch every time one of his parents grunted. I’m sure that was Derek imagining their discomfort. Or rather imagining that he was about to feel the very same discomfort himself. I haven’t told Jill to be gentle with any of them. But I haven’t told her not to be, either.

She ignores Derek and puts the slippery tip of her finger to his asshole. Derek tenses up hard. He grunts loudly, his body stiffening, as she pushes into him. Then he grunts even louder as Jill curls her finger back.

Almost the instant Jill’s finger touches his gland, his cock explodes to its full steely hardness, twitching a slight jump as it does. And that tells me all I needed to know. It seems like any kind of pressure in Derek’s bottom, at least against his prostate, will get him aroused. Fine by me. A girl could have fun with that.

Jill obediently doesn’t hurry her exam along. Good, otherwise I’d have to spank her for disobedience. She takes her time, her finger stroking his prostate. I just watch as Derek’s cock jumps around, twitching more and more crisply as Jill goes. It makes me wonder if Jill kept going if Derek would cum like this. I’ve seen guys do that before, and I suspect Derek might.

When Jill is done, I take over again. “You three are just so slutty!” I scold them. “You boys couldn’t even manage to keep your tiny little penises soft for the doctor! Especially you, Derek, don’t think I didn’t notice how quickly that penis jumps to a full erection! And you’re no better, whore! I heard you moaning like a gutter tramp while the doctor checked your bottom, too!”

I sigh heavily. “Clearly I’ll have to teach you how to behave! It’s time for a good, hard lesson in behaving like people instead of gutter filth!”

I pace for a quick second as if I’m trying to think of what to do. I already know. My plan has always been what I told Diane it would be. To give Derek a taste of “a subservient experience” and to “see how far Marie is willing to go.” I’ve decided that there’s not much Marie isn’t willing to do, at least not if she’s pushed to do it. And it’s pretty obvious that she likes it.

I tell John to lie on the table on his back. It’s just short enough that it has his knees bent, his calves hanging off the edge. That will work for me.

I tell Marie to get on the table as well. And I tell Derek to help her up there. I have Marie straddle John’s hip. On her knees, the tip of John’s petite cock standing up just underneath her wet pussy mound.

Then I tell Derek that he’s going to be a good son and help “mommy give daddy a good fucking. Probably the first good fuck daddy has ever had, considering what a filthy whore mommy is.”

I give Derek a piece of rope. It’s my usual rough hemp rope that’s ⅜” thick. It’s about six feet long. I tell Derek that the first thing he’s going to do is “put daddy’s cock in mommy’s skank pit.” And I give Derek a warning. I tell him “that Miss Nurse demands obedience from her patients and playthings.” He is not to be shy or hesitant about touching anything. And that he will regret it if he is. Then I tell Derek to take hold of the base of John’s cock with one hand, and Marie’s hip with his other. He’s to guide Marie’s hips down and keep John’s cock aimed perfectly so that it slips right into the “sloppy cum dumpster he just dumped his mess in.” Nothing like a reminder to Derek that he just fucked his mother. Or to John that he’s getting “used” pussy that is still full of his son’s cum.

Derek grimaces as his hand touches John’s steely hard shaft. But he does it without really cringing. That tells me something, too. Derek isn’t opposed to touching a cock. He’s only concerned about what everyone else will think of him if he does. More fun for me! Derek nudges Marie’s hips down. John’s cock slips very easily into her folds and then into her tunnel. It should, it has Marie’s slippery honey and Derek’s cum to grease its way.

“Fuck boy… can you feel all that cum in that disgusting whore’s sloppy wet skank pit?” I ask John.

“Yes, Miss Nurse,” John answers with a little wrinkling on his face.

I have Derek use the rope now. I have him move Marie’s legs for her, opening them fully wide. It pulls her knees off the edges of the table, dropping every bit of her weight down onto John’s hips. That drives John’s cock as deeply into her pussy as its short length can be driven. It leaves Marie no way to support her weight or ride his cock either. I have Derek tie the rope around her knees, running it under the table. His knots are crude but good enough. The rope will keep Marie from bringing her knees back up onto the table.

I hand Derek another piece of the rope, this one shorter. I tell him to take Marie’s hands and bring them up to the small of her back. He’s to cross her wrists in an “X.” And then I have him tie her wrists in place. His knots are crude but good enough. I tell him that if Marie gets her hands free, he’ll be the one punished for it. I make sure Marie hears me, too. Knowing it will bring punishment for her son, Marie won’t try to get her hands free. I doubt she can, though.

It leaves Marie mostly unable to do much of anything, except sit there with John’s cock in her pussy. I have Derek lie Marie down, putting her chest flat on top of John’s. It makes Derek support a good bit of Marie’s weight as he lies her down. There’s not much Marie can do to help him.

And now I have Marie lying flat on John’s stomach. With John’s cock in her pussy. From my place at John’s knees, it gives me a rather good view too. Marie’s legs are over John’s thighs and hips, almost completely out of the way. John’s legs are still spread wide. I can see the bottom of John’s cheeks and the bottom of his deep crack running up toward his cock. I can see John’s balls sticking out in his sack, slightly behind and below his cock. I can a small slice of his cock sticking forward and up before it vanishes. I can see Marie’s somewhat firmer and more taut cheeks above. I can see Marie’s crack, stretched partly open by the deep bend of her waist now. I can Marie’s pink little asshole in the valley of her crack. And I can see the thick lips of her pussy, pushed aside by John’s shaft as it vanishes into her.

Marie, bound and lying as she is, doesn’t have much hope of being able to move. Certainly not enough to fuck John. I’m confident that John could rock his hips enough to thrust his cock into Marie’s pussy, though. I’m more certain that John is thinking of doing just that. I’ve found that guys seldom like their hard cocks to sit idle in a hot pussy.

I tell Derek to get up on the table so that he can “give his daddy that good fucking.” I can see more than a bit of reluctance on Derek’s face. Confusion, too. He’s definitely wondering how I expect him to fuck another man when the man’s bottom is clearly inaccessible and his cock is already in a pussy. I can see the hesitation that tells me Derek is not eager to do anything with another man, much less his father, too. In the end, obedience wins out and Derek cautiously crawls up on the table, kneeling between John’s knees.

I know Derek is lost. He’ll be hesitant, too. To overcome that, I put my hand to the base of his shaft and get a decent grip on it. Derek, like any man, will follow his cock. It’s slightly surprising to me. It’s far stiffer than I thought it would be. And it feels thinner than it looks.

I pull Derek forward by his cock. He shuffles his knees, creeping up a few more inches toward Marie’s bottom. I bring him as close as he can get, to where his knees are bumping against the insides of John’s thighs.

Now I pull Derek forward. I hold out my other hand as I do and Sophie puts a little packet of lubricating gel in it. Already opened. I squirt a small drop of the slippery gel atop Marie’s asshole. It feels cold to Marie. I hear her suck in a breath as she feels it, even though she doesn’t know what I’m going to do. She doesn’t even know what I just put on her asshole. I’ll bet she can guess, though. I’ll bet she’s guessing another finger. She pretended to hate them enough.

Instead, I pull the tip of Derek’s cock to Marie’s asshole. I hold it steady, the tip squished firmly against the outside of Marie’s ring. I can see Marie cinch her asshole tightly shut just before the tip presses against it. Then even Derek’s narrow cock is plenty to completely cover Marie’s ring. Not just her asshole, but even the muscle around the opening. The inside edges of her cheeks lie flush against the sides of Derek’s cock, too.

I put my hand to Derek’s bottom, gripping his spongy-soft cheek in my hand. I start pushing on Derek’s bottom. At the same time, I pull him forward by his cock. It pushes his cock firmly against Marie’s asshole.

“NO!” Marie cries out in panic. “IT’S WAY TOO FUCKING BIG! IT WON’T FIT!” Marie instantly starts trembling. Her bottom wiggles slightly as she tries to squirm away from the narrow cock. “EE-OWWWWW!” Marie screeches out.

Now I can see the light pink flesh of her asshole. Derek’s rock-hard shaft presses into the slight funneling of her asshole, pushing it inward. It funnels it into a deeper tapering. And that lets more of his cock push into the funnel. Now his cock has pushed inward enough that it’s starting to stretch her muscle. Her muscle doesn’t have a prayer. Derek’s cock stretches it easily. Her muscle pulls taut. And then even tauter. Finally Derek’s cock slips into her, letting me see the pinkness of her asshole stretched taut around the sides of his cock. And it burns Marie slightly from being stretched wider than ever.

Derek can feel the tightness of Marie’s ring squeezing hard around the sides of his shaft. Now that the hard tube of his shaft has pushed into Marie’s asshole, the spongy head of his cock isn’t so squished by her ring. As I push Derek into Marie’s bottom, Derek can feel another hardness under his cock. He can feel his cock slipping along it. I wonder if he realizes that the steely hardness he feels his cock stroking along is just John’s cock. There’s almost nothing between the two cocks. Just the too-thin walls of her rectum, no thicker than a sheet of paper, and the walls of Marie’s pussy. Pussy walls that are already stretched by John’s cock filling her pussy.

Marie tries to cry out a long and squealy “OW!” I have no doubt that Derek’s cock shoving into her tight and resisting asshole didn’t hurt. Not badly, but enough that she felt it. But now Marie’s pussy walls are trapped, squished tightly between John and Derek’s cocks. It’s almost like a double fucking to Marie. Both cocks fucking her pussy at the same time. John’s stroking the front of her pussy. Derek’s stroking over the backside. Both cocks teasing the same nerves, just in different places. It’s more intense than anything Marie’s imagined before. And that her purring out a very hungry moan even as she tries to cry out from the discomfort. It makes a very weird-sounding shriek come from her lips.

I push Derek all the way, burying every bit of his cock into Marie’s bottom. I’m certain that Derek’s cock, stuffing her rectum full, has plowed into Marie’s wastes by now, too. I did a rectal exam when I did Marie’s check-up exam, and I know how full her bottom was then. I’m sure Marie can feel Derek’s cock shoving her mess back, deep into her bottom, and out of its way. I’ll bet Derek can feel it, too.

Once Derek’s hips are flush with the outsides of Marie’s cheeks, as much of his cock in her bottom as he can push in, I release him. I have Derek lean forward a bit and put his hands on John’s shoulders to brace himself.

And then I tell Derek what to do. He’s to “fuck his daddy.” He’s to do that by fucking “the disgusting whore’s filthy butt.” He’s to fuck it hard, pounding it enough to move Marie’s body. Her body moving will stroke her pussy over John’s cock. I give Derek one piece of advice. Pound the whore’s bottom hard. The harder he pounds Marie’s bottom, the better fuck John will get.

Then I swat Derek on his bottom with my hand and snap a firm command for him to start.

Derek’s first thrust is cautious. It’s not very forceful or hard. As his hips bump against Marie’s bottom, it jostles her slightly.

“UH-UGH!” Marie grunts loudly, her voice deeply strained.

I swat Derek’s bottom, telling him to “pound, to play.” John is going to get a good fucking from him. We’ll be here until Derek gives it to him.

Derek thrusts a little harder. Marie grunts a little harder, her voice conveying that it’s unpleasant for her. John breathes out a slight purr as Marie’s jostled a little sharper atop him, pulling her tight pussy over his cock a little more.

I swat Derek’s bottom again and scold him harshly to “stop worrying about the whore I scraped out of the sewer and fuck his daddy.” I tell Derek it’s the last warning he’ll get. If he doesn’t obey me, all three of them will wish he had.

I grab hold of Derek’s balls, knowing that he’ll follow them. His instincts won’t let them be crushed unnecessarily. I use those balls to pull Derek back from Marie’s bottom until the head and the tiniest bit of shaft is all the cock left in Marie’s bottom. Then I use those balls to pull Derek into a hard thrust. It rams his cock into Marie’s bottom.

“UH-UGH!” Marie screeches loudly in discomfort. She fidgets slightly. The power of the thrust knocks her bottom hard, snapping it up until little of John’s cock is left in her pussy. As soon as Derek’s hips bash into Marie’s bottom, I reverse and start pulling Derek back. His cock pulling along the inside of her rectum drags Marie’s body back, pulling John’s cock back into her pussy. “UH-OOH!” Marie half screeches, half moans out, as Derek’s cock slips through her asshole, pulling back until only the tip of his shaft is left inside her.

And then I ram Derek forward again. Marie screeches as the cock is driven hard into her bottom. John purrs another, more eager and louder, moan. Derek purrs a good moan, too.

After a couple more thrusts, I release Derek and tell him firmly that I had better see him putting everything he has into the strokes. I want hard strokes.

Derek obediently pounds. He thrusts his cock into Marie’s bottom with every bit of strength he can muster. Steadily he purrs louder, needier, and more urgent moans, too.

John steadily purrs out louder moans, too. His grow needy and urgent even quicker than Derek’s do. Until John’s moans are almost pleading in their hunger.

Marie lies inert. She can’t do much more than that. She grunts out loud, pained, shrieks with each thrust into her. Her body jostles hard, bouncing up to stroke John’s cock. As Derek reverses, Marie moans out a groaning purr.

It takes about half a minute. But after that, the pain fades from Marie’s shrieks. Slowly, but very steadily, her shrieks take on a sweetness. Then a bit of urgency. And hunger. After another minute or so, Marie’s moaning like a porn star, eager and pleading for relief of her own. Goosebumps erupt over most of her body at the same time she starts quivering lightly.

Derek definitely notices. At first, his face is a mask of grimacing reluctance, as if he thinks he’s hurting his mother badly by pounding her bottom. But now his face is a look of surprise. It tells me that Derek realizes that Marie is just as hot as he is. That she likes this. And she wants it. That gets Derek’s nerve up a little more and he pounds her even harder.

I give Marie a little swat on one of her feet. “Don’t even think about it, whore!” I firmly scold her in the most mocking voice. “Whores don’t get to cum. Just lie there and let your little boy use your worthless skank pit to fuck his daddy.”

“Yes, Miss Nurse,” Marie answers in a deep, breathy, moaning voice. It’s a voice laced with unhappiness at the idea of not being allowed to cum.

“Miss Nurse, PLEASE!” John begs, “MAY I PLEASE BE ALLOWED TO CUM, MISS NURSE?”

“Ooh… fuck boy, is your son fucking you so good that you want to cum already?”

“YES, MISS NURSE! PLEASE, MISS NURSE! PLEASE! HE’S FUCKING ME TOO GOOD, MISS NURSE, I HAVE TO CUM NOW! PLEASE, MISS NURSE!”

“Mmmm….” I purr softly. “How quickly you forget! Ask Derek to tell you when to cum!”

“YES, MISS NURSE!” John blurts out eagerly. “Derek, THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME SO GOOD, SON. PLEASE TELL ME WHEN YOU WANT ME TO CUM! I HAVE TO CUM RIGHT NOW, Derek!” John asks, his voice nothing but a pure begging.

“Derek, you may tell him to cum once you’ve finished cumming. Not before.” I very firmly tell Derek.

Derek has had two more orgasms than John this afternoon. It almost guarantees that it will take more to make Derek cum again. I’m sure Derek is getting close, but I can tell he’s not quite there yet.

Derek must hear the desperation of John’s plea. He picks up the pace a bit more. Now he’s pounding Marie’s bottom with everything he can possibly muster. Hard enough that the effort has Derek sweating already.

In a way, it’s a mistake. At least for Marie and John. Derek’s harder pounding jostles Marie even sharper on John’s cock. It stimulates John’s cock that much more. Enough that I can see the muscles twitching just above John’s balls. I know John’s cock is twitching crisp and hard inside Marie’s pussy. Marie feels it. Derek must feel John’s cock snapping hard against his cock, too. Marie shrieks out even more desperate pleading moans. John does as well. Derek grunts very sweet moans that steadily grow more and more eager. He’s quickly getting close to cumming.

I wait until I see that Derek is ready to cum. I tell him firmly to ask Marie. “Mom… Has anyone ever cum in your filthy ass before?” He asks her, his voice pleasantly strained and very breathy.

“NO!” Marie cries out in a squealy voice.

“Would you like me to be the first, then?”

“YES!” Marie cries out in a throaty-deep squeal, “PLEASE, Derek, BE THE FIRST MAN TO CUM UP MY FILTHY ASS! PLEASE, GIVE ME THAT HOT CUM, Derek!” I’m sure Marie’s eagerness is born only of the need flooding her body as it bursts from her pussy.

Derek grunts hard. His thrusts turn sharper as he starts to cum. His moans instantly take on a very deep note of satisfaction.

“OH, YES, Derek!” Marie cries out, her voice as throaty-deep as ever, and now even hungrier, “THAT’S IT, Derek, CUM UP MY FILTHY ASS! LET ME HAVE MORE OF THAT HOT CUM IN MY BUTT! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! COME ON, Derek, POUND MY ASS HARD! YOU WON’T’ HURT ME! RAM THAT COCK UP MY ASS AND GIVE ME THAT CUM!” her voice is demandingly eager.

Derek keeps pounding her bottom, ramming his cock into her as he spurts small streams of cum into her bottom.

John lies there as Marie’s body and pussy are tossed over his cock with even more vigor. All of which transfer right into his cock, swelling his need even faster.

Finally, after about forty seconds, Derek loudly says “go on, dad, cum in this whore’s disgusting sloppy pussy.”

“Thank you for fucking me and allowing me to cum, Derek,” John says with enough strain to his voice that it makes his words hard to understand. As soon as he’s done, he grunts out a long, loud, almost girly, “uh-AH!” John’s hips try to snap and thrust his cock into Marie’s pussy. They can’t move. The combined weight of Marie and Derek on them holds his hips firmly on the table.

Instead, John can only lie there, feeling Marie’s pussy still stroking over his cock as he cums into her already sloppy and cum-filled pussy. I’ll bet it’s the first time he’s had to lie still and cum, too. Guys are so used to the reflexive little thrusts, even when the girl is on top. But this time John can’t.

John takes a long time cumming. After his first spurt, I can see his cream leaking out of Marie’s pussy, mixed with Marie’s honey and Derek’s leftover cum. It doesn’t take long for enough mixed juices to flow out of her pussy that John’s balls are covered in the mess as well. Or for the cream to start slowly running down to the crack of his butt.

John’s long orgasm forces Derek to keep going after his own orgasm. It keeps Derek’s cock stroking into Marie’s now cum-filled bottom. And it keeps Derek’s cock stroking over the underside of John’s cock.

But finally, I see that John has finished cumming. I tell Derek to stop now. It’s time to separate the three of them. Or at least get those cocks out of Marie.

Chapter Seven – Two Cocks

It only took me a couple of minutes to get them apart. I think half of it was spent untying Marie. But Marie had to be tied for the last fucking. It was the only way I could ensure that she wouldn’t be able to do anything. That she would only be able to lie inert as Derek used her body to fuck John. And that had to be.

Now I have the two men, Derek and John, sitting on the exam table. I have both of them sitting with their knees spread, and their cocks fully exposed between those open thighs. Neither cock is stiff now. Both are messy, covered with a sticky layer of drying cum. Derek’s cum, mixed with just enough of a touch of Marie’s waste to dot the white film with some brown flecks, on Derek’s cock. John’s cock is covered with a film of his cum, Derek’s cum, and Marie’s honey. Both coats are mostly dried to a stickiness now.

I have Marie standing beside John. I tell Jill to stand beside Derek. “Derek, you’ve now cum four times in less than two hours. All of them by your mommy… whom you’ve had about every which way a man can use a whore. Clearly, Ashley hasn’t been satisfying your penis if you have that much cum backed up, has she?”

“No, Miss Nurse, apparently not…” Derek reluctantly admits.

“And you don’t have any room to talk, fuck boy. I’m quite sure that Ms. Braun has taken care of your penis nicely, however it doesn’t look as if this filthy whore has been doing its job between your Mistress’s visits, does it?”

“No, Miss Nurse,” John confesses.

“Good. I’m glad you two boys aren’t so stupid that you can’t see that your entire household is seriously screwed up. Before we discuss that, we’re are going to clean every last drop of cum out of those useless tiny needle dicks you’re calling penises. I expect both of you boys to behave while your penises are cleaned out. Is that clear, boys?”

“Yes, Miss Nurse,” Both of them say in unison. Both of their voices have that edge of nervousness in them that tells me they’re busily trying to figure out what torment I might have in store for them. It seems whenever anything in a medical office involves a penis, the guy that penis is attached to gets very nervous.

“Marie, you will clean up and out John’s penis. Doctor, you will do the same for Derek’s penis.”

“Yes, Miss Nurse,” Both of the women say in unison. If any of them hadn’t already figured it out, they now know that Jill is my property, too. I think they’d figured it out by now, though. It’s not exactly an everyday sight for a doctor to be taking orders from her nurse.

I tell Both Jill and Marie to get on their knees in front of their assigned cock. Both women drop to their knees quickly. Jill puts her hands behind her back. It’s something I’ve taught her to do. I teach all my cocksuckers to do that. But Marie doesn’t know that. It makes me tell her to do it.

It’s pretty obvious what I’m going to tell the women to do next. They’re both on their knees, their faces a few inches from a cock. They should have a good guess.

I tell them what they’re to do. They may not use their hands at all. Only their lips, mouths, and tongues. They are to “make their penises fully erect.” It doesn’t look like either woman has many questions about how I expect her to do that.

I watch as Jill begins. Marie keeps her eyes to the side, watching Jill for cues about what I expect them to do. Jill doesn’t hesitate. She leans forward. She puts her lips to Derek’s full-soft, floppy cock. With his cock drooping down over the front of his balls, she can’t get her lips on the tip of it. She settles for putting her lips to the side, actually the top, of his cock head. She sucks, pulling the soft head into her lips. Jill’s tongue slips under his cock, making a shelf for his cock to slide along.

Jill stretches her mouth as wide as she can and still keep her lips flush against his cock. She sucks, moving her head forward at the same time. It pulls the entire short length of Derek’s soft cock into Jill’s mouth. She sucks it in until her bottom lip is flush against Derek’s balls and her top lip against his pubes. She doesn’t even grimace at the taste of his cock. It has to be a mixture of his salty cum and Marie’s bottom.

Sucking a floppy soft cock isn’t an easy thing to do. Especially not without using her hands. Jill struggles a little, but not so badly. She sucks hard, pulling the cock into her mouth. That puts a little bit of tautness into it. Then she just moves her mouth, keeping her lips only softly flowing over the shaft.

Derek’s cock, decently satisfied already, takes about a minute, maybe a bit more. But it does get stiff. Maybe not quite rock hard, but definitely hard. Almost steely hard. As hard as some cocks I’ve seen will ever get. Not all of them will get to the steely hardness that Derek’s will.

Jill keeps sucking it now that it’s fully hard. I let her go for a few seconds. John’s cock, in Marie’s mouth, is already stiff. John didn’t take as long as Derek, but I hadn’t expected him to. Both men purr soft little mews of pleasure at the blow jobs they’re getting, too.

I tell Derek and John to hold hands. Neither hesitates. Neither looks interested in that at all. I watch as they lace their fingers together.

Now I grab both Marie and Jill by their hair. I tell them “you two whores have had enough fun for now.” I tell them to bring one hand up to “their cock.”

Once each woman has a hand wrapped around the base of the cock, I use their hair to nudge their heads back until the cocks slip from their lips. I snap for both to start stroking the cocks. Neither hesitates to masturbate the cock now in her hand.

I step back and watch. The guys look slightly, only slightly, disappointed that they won’t’ be getting the blow jobs they thought they would. Both sit there, still breathing soft purrs. Both start fidgeting slightly, too.

The women keep going, steadily stroking the cocks with a leisurely, steady rhythm. Just as I taught Marie to do earlier on Derek’s cock.

As the women stroke those cocks, the men’s purrs grow louder and needier as they build to yet another orgasm. It doesn’t take long for them to be purring rather sweetly, either. And fidgets enough that their bottoms are squirming and grinding against the table under them.

The women stay in place as I told them to. Both are on their knees, with their knees against the cabinet under the table. Both are sitting back, with bottoms hanging above the gaps between their heels. They have their backs straight. They have their heads up high, their eyes watching the cock they’re working on. It has their heads several inches, but only several inches, back from the tips of those cocks.

John cums first, after about four minutes of Marie’s stroking. His cock just erupts. I could see the twitches of his muscles just before he came. I could see his cock twitching against Marie’s relaxed grip for longer than that.

John’s cum shoots up. It’s his third climax in short order. It’s not a powerful geyser as the cream erupts from the tip of his cock. It barely rises an inch or two before raining back down. Most of it falls onto his cock. And that has Marie smearing his cum over his cock with every stroke from her hand.

Marie obediently keeps stroking his cock. She doesn’t slow down or speed up. I can see in her eyes that she’s expecting me to tell her to stop now that John has cum. But she heard my instruction: I’ll tell them when to stop. Until then, I expect those cocks stroked exactly the same. I don’t care how tired their arms get. Masturbate the cock.

Derek cums soon after John. Derek barely has a few drops of cum to spurt out. He gets about three spurts, none of them rising more than about 1/2″ above the tip of his cock, before he’s out of cream.

I can see Marie’s eyes shifting to Derek, seeing that he’s now cum as well. Then to me, as if looking for instructions. As if Marie thinks that since both men have now climaxed, I’ll be telling them to stop. I just stand there, watching them work and ignore them. It takes Marie a moment to realize no instructions are coming. Jill doesn’t look to me. She knows it won’t matter. Instructions will come when I want them to.

Both of the women keep going, stroking their assigned cocks steadily at the leisurely pace. At first, for maybe half a minute, the men’s moans take on a slightly high-pitch squealing note. I’m sure that’s from their cocks becoming overly sensitive in the wake of their orgasms. But that fades as the women keep going. Neither woman seems to be slowed down by the sticky cum now clinging to her hand.

This time it’s about five or six minutes before I see a cock jumping against a hand. And this time it’s Derek’s cock snapping against Jill’s hand. A few seconds later I see a few tiny dregs of cum ooze from the tip of Derek’s cock. It’s not much. The twitches are just as sharp as ever, but that’s all. He doesn’t have enough cum left in his cock for it to even spurt up from the tip. Jill ignores it and keeps going, waiting for her instructions.

John sees it. Or more likely feels the change in Derek’s grip on his hand and knows to look. Seeing how little cum Derek has left, and Jill still stroking his cock, John starts to look a little nervous.

Derek groans loudly, his voice slightly high-pitched and squealing. I can see a nervousness on his face. I can see him squirming hard and uncomfortably. I can even see him gritting his teeth now. It all tells me that his cock is getting too sensitive now. That Jill’s gentle stroke is just too much for him. It feels too good. So much so that it hurts. And the discomfort of the overly-sensitive nerves being stroked takes a long moment to fade now. Derek sounds as if he’s very uncomfortable as that moment passes.

Then John cums. He cums with a loud, strained, but pleasant, grunt. He doesn’t have much cream left, either. Marie looks concerned about it, but she keeps going, too.

It takes Derek about a minute, or a little more, to settle down and stop squirming so hard. Jill manages to get through it and keep her rhythm steady as she strokes his cock. He doesn’t still, but at least now his squirms aren’t so uncomfortable of squirms.

It takes Derek about six or seven minutes to cum again. And this time it’s a bad one. Derek doesn’t have any cream left. It’s a “dry cum.” His cock twitches and jumps harder than ever against Jill’s hand. But nothing comes out. Maybe a tiny drop oozes from its tip. I wouldn’t see that. There’s still too much cum clinging to the tip of his cock head for it to be noticeable. But no more. Not enough for me to see it.

Derek almost screams as Jill keeps stroking his cock. His squirms are hard and sharp. Barely controlled. He’s all over the table. “Oh, G-d, Miss Nurse! It hurts!” Derek blurts out. “I am so done!”

I ignore Derek. Jill, not told otherwise, keeps going. Derek screeches for a couple of minutes. Finally, he quiets a little. He moans, but his moans have a tinge of discomfort to them.

It takes John longer to cum this time. I’d guess a little over ten minutes. It has Derek already well on his way to another climax before John cums. And John only has a couple of drops of cum left now.

Marie definitely looks concerned now. John isn’t much quieter or stiller than Derek. And it looks as if Marie’s arm is starting to get tired from the repetitive motion of masturbating the cock.

I can see Derek and John gripping each other’s hands hard. And fidgeting energetically on the table. And mewing moans that are a mix of discomfort and pleasure.

This time it’s John who cums first, about fifteen or sixteen minutes after the last one. I see a few tiny drops ooze from the tip of his sharply twitching cock. We all hear John’s moans turn uncomfortable and as high-pitched as any girl.

It takes Derek just over twenty minutes to cum again. It’s another dry orgasm. And this time I can see it. The cum on his cock has dried to a sticky film. There’s no fresh wet cum. Just a very uncomfortably strained Derek screeching loudly. But only for a few seconds.

Then Derek’s cock instantly goes fully soft. It loses every last bit of its stiffness. It slips from Jill’s hand. It has to. It’s way too floppy for her to stroke it. I tell her that she can stop now. Derek is finally fully satisfied. There isn’t a drop of cum left in his “tiny penis.”

Derek pants with relief as I tell him that it’s over. I’ll bet he never thought he’d be relieved for a girl to stop paying attention to his cock.

I tell Jill to use her mouth, and only her mouth, to clean it up. Derek purrs softly as Jill very gently licks the dried cum from his cock.

I have Jill get up and step back. A couple of seconds later, using my hands on his shoulder to pull him around, I have Derek on his knees beside Marie.

“Derek, be a good son,” I tell him in that overly-sweet teasing voice of mine. The voice that should tell him he’s going to hate whatever comes out of my mouth next. “This whore’s arm is just so tired. Relieve your mommy before it hurts her too much.”

I grab Derek’s wrist and put his hand to John’s cock. As Marie’s hand rises up on her stroke, leaving just the head of his cock in her grip, I shove Derek’s hand onto the shaft. And I use my fingers to wrap Derek’s fingers around John’s cock. I start stroking John’s cock with Derek’s hand. As his hand rises up along John’s half-hard shaft, it pushes Marie’s hand off of it.

Derek grimaces hard as he sees what he’s doing. But he doesn’t stop. He obediently keeps going, stroking his father’s cock.

John looks down to see it with his own eyes. Derek stroking his cock. Giving him a hand job. And doing it just as tenderly as his wife was a second ago. I’m sure it doesn’t feel any different to John’s cock. He grimaces even harder than Derek does. He purrs more moans, too. Sweet moans.

Marie looks on disgusted. I make her step back, yielding her place to Derek. She tries hard not to look. She can’t help herself. She can’t stop looking at John as he squirms just as energetically as he did for her. And moans just hotly as she could make him.

To their surprise, John cums again less than a minute after Derek takes over for Marie. He cums with the loudest, shrieking, high-pitched, girly, and sensual cry. The look on Marie’s face tells me that she’s never heard him cry out quite like this before.

John cums hard. Enough that the snapping of his muscles twitches his hips up, thrusting his cock into Derek’s grip. Enough that we can all see his hips snapping. And we can see his cock jumping crisply against Derek’s hand.

But nothing comes out of John’s cock. It’s drained, too. Still, it’s a longer orgasm than the last couple were. It goes on for almost a full minute. And then John falls limp and spent. He sits still, unmoving on the table. Every bit of tension fades from his muscles. And his cock is instantly the softest and smallest I’ve ever seen it. I’ll bet it’s only about an inch long it’s shrunk up so much. And thinner than Derek’s half an inch across. It falls from Derek’s hand and just drops down in front of John’s balls.

I smack Derek hard on the back of his head. “What are you waiting for, bitch boy? You finished that cock off, now clean it up like a good bitch.” I smack the back of Derek’s head again, this time shoving his lips up to the soft tube of John’s cock.

Derek grimaces harder than ever. I see a little tear weep from the corner of an eye. He slowly inches his lips up to the head of John’s tiny cock.

“Please, Miss Nurse, let my whore clean my cock! Please don’t make me let my son suck me!” John begs. And I ignore.

Derek seems to have no clue what to do. I’m sure it’s the first cock that’s been anywhere near his mouth. He tries to imitate what Jill did with his cock. He puts his lips to the head of John’s cock and reluctantly sucks it into his mouth. Derek has no problem taking the entire cock into his mouth. As short as it is now, I doubt it’s anywhere near the back of his mouth.

Derek starts sucking, licking the mixed cums off John’s cock.

John lasts half a second. “OOH!” John shrieks out, his voice even higher than I’ve ever heard it. Higher than even some girl’s! He snaps into high gear, squirming around hard on the table. His hips snap hard, thrusting his floppy cock as if trying to fuck Derek’s mouth.

“OOH!!!! OH, FUCK, MISS NURSE, STOP! STOP! I CAN’T HANDLE IT! I CAN’T HANDLE THIS! OH, FUCK! A MAN’S MOUTH IS TOO STRONG FOR ME! IT’S TOO FUCKING GOOD, MISS NURSE!”

John screeches again. Derek’s mouth is almost off his tiny shaft. Only the very soft head of John’s cock is left in Derek’s mouth. Very unexpectedly, a too-sharp twitch snaps John’s hips. It’s so much that it thrusts all of John’s cock back into Derek’s mouth. Or more slams into Derek’s mouth. It’s a hard enough thrust that John’s pubes bash against Derek’s face.

Derek’s face scrunches up as hard as it possibly can. His head flies back, his mouth opening wide and releasing John’s cock. John’s tiny cock, still fully soft, flops down and lies over John’s balls again. A very sickly pallor floods Derek’s face, giving him an almost green look. Derek’s mouth hangs open wide. Derek chokes hard. He sputters. He starts spitting as fast as he can on the floor. He gags hard.

It takes a few seconds. Finally, Derek spits out a tiny drop of fresh cum. It tells me all I need to know. It might only be a couple of milliliters, but John’s floppy-soft cock came into Derek’s mouth. It managed to spurt out those tiny drops. I’ll bet they landed right on Derek’s tongue. Right, where his taste buds are. I’m sure it’s the first taste of a man’s salty cum Derek’s ever had.

Derek sputters, gags, and spits a little more. His face stays scrunched up. The ghastly look stays on his face too.

Neither man’s cock seems capable of getting stiff now. I expect not. Not after being masturbated until they “broke.” As I call it. To the point, they refuse to stiffen up any more and have no more cum to give.

Chapter Eight – Paying The Doctor’s Bill

Now that both men’s cocks are “broken” I have the three of them standing in a line. I have them standing close, their sides flush against each other. Marie is in the middle. Derek is on her left, and John on her right. I have Derek’s right arm extending across Marie’s back with his hand on the right cheek of her bottom. I have John doing the same, his left hand crossing Derek’s arm and on Marie’s left cheek. And Marie has her hands on their bare bottoms as well. His left hand reaches across Derek to lightly rest on his left cheek. Her right does the same, resting softly on John’s right cheek.

All three of them face me. Derek and John’s cocks are still as soft as they possibly can get. I’d call them shriveled up they’re so soft. Having their hands on Marie’s bare bottom isn’t doing anything to pique their interest now, either. I didn’t expect it to. After the workout those cocks just had, I doubt they’ll get stiff for at least an hour, and probably a lot longer than that.

I take just a second to tell them that this is how they are expected to be when told to “line up.” It applies whether it’s me, Diane, or anyone else telling them to line up. It’s not a command that I use often, but it is one that we all use. At least when we have three or more toys in the room at once, which isn’t that often. Three toys is a lot of work.

“Now it’s time for the three of you filthy playthings to pay the co-pay on your doctor’s bill,” I tell the line of toys with the widest smirk on my face. “My office manager tells me that it seems you have typical insurance, which means crappy insurance. It seems your co-pay is $50 each…

“It also looks like you don’t have the money. In fact,” My grin widens and my voice takes on a teasing note. “it doesn’t look to me like you have anything! I guess we’ll just have to get our co-pay in trade… maybe take it out of your worthless bottoms…”

I see all of their eyes get a bit wider at that taunt. Marie’s a little more than most. It hasn’t been that long since Derek used her bottom. I’ll bet it’s still a little tender from the hard pounding he gave it, too. Marie clearly isn’t used to being fucked there, much less pounded hard. Their faces tell me that the men are thinking I might do the same to them. I wouldn’t hesitate to, except for one problem. There isn’t a “working” cock left to do it with.

“Come up here, you two boys,” I crook a finger motioning the men forward. They come up, leaving Marie where she is. After a second Marie puts her hands behind her back and stands, waiting. I’m sure she’s wondering what I might have in store for her. And the men. But she’s probably more worried about her own butt now.

“Strip Dr. Slut, boys,” I tell the boys when they’re still about one step back from me. Both of their eyes immediately shift to Jill. Both of them take a very close look at the lean doctor standing there. With her pretty face, shapely body, and long blond hair. She looks several years younger than Marie. And noticeably prettier, too. I see the outline of a smile creeping onto both faces. As I knew, both of them have been wondering if they might get their hands on anyone other than Marie.

Derek picks up his pace just enough to get to Jill a half step ahead of his father. Derek drops to his knees in front of Jill. He hurries to get his hands to the waistband of her slacks, ignoring the shoes that are going to be in his way. He quickly starts unbuttoning those pants before John has a chance to.

Derek slips her jeans down, grinning widely when he discovers that she isn’t wearing any panties under them. Instead, his eyes are a few short inches from her bare, smoothly shaven pubes. It gives Derek a good view of Jill’s pussy mound, too. Hers isn’t nearly as puffy as Marie’s. But even from where I stand, I can see that Jill’s lips are glistening with honey. Her pussy is just as eager as Marie’s. I know Derek can see that, too. I know Jill has a slightly strong muskiness to her, and I’m pretty sure that Derek is taking her scent in now.

Derek lingers. He takes his time, letting his eyes rove over Jill’s pubes, pussy, and curvy, rounded hips. Eventually, he realizes that he’s just ogling her body, not undressing her. He looks down long enough to figure out why he can’t slip her pants off. She’s standing on her feet. And those feet have shoes on them. He reluctantly starts fumbling to untie her shoes while trying hard to look up at her pussy as he does.

Derek made the choice for them. He left John to take Jill’s blouse off. He lifts it over Jill’s head. He grins too when he sees that Jill doesn’t have a bra on either. It gives him a good view of Jill’s petite, well-rounded breasts with her nipples standing up hard from their tips.

I make sure the eager boys take everything off of Jill, leaving her just as naked as they are. And I keep an eye on their cocks, watching to see if either of them will get hard. Neither does. I’m sure the men know it. And I’m sure they’re cursing their cocks about now. It doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what they’re thinking. We finally get our hands on this hot doctor and now our cocks won’t work so we can’t do anything with her!

Once they have Jill fully nude, I tell the men to pick her up. That’s an instruction they are not expecting. I have both of them stand at her sides. Each puts one hand to her shoulder, and one hand to her thigh. They lift her up, holding her as if she’s sitting.

I have them carry Jill over to the exam table. They lie her on it, on her back. I tell them they are to hold Jill immobile. I have them bend her knees, bringing her foot up towards her bottom, her knees drawing close to her breasts. And I have them spread Jill’s legs wide open. I tell them to use their other hands to hold her shoulders down. And to pin her arms at her sides.

It has Jill’s pussy completely exposed. There’s nothing even close to it, leaving unhindered access to her pussy. It has her firm bottom pulled taut, too, her crack pulled open, and her asshole on full display as well.

I have Sophie fetch my crop. Then I remind the boys that it’s their job to hold Jill still. If I see Jill moving, even a little, both boys will be spanked for it. Now the boys look a little nervous. As if they’re wondering what I’m going to do to Jill, and how hard she might fight them to move around while I do it. They’re both definitely wondering how hard I intend to whip them with my crop, too.

Derek looks almost scared of it. Enough so that I know Ashley doesn’t own one. This is clearly the first time Derek has seen a crop, at least one that might be used on him. They look painful. John, on the other hand, has seen and tasted enough crops over the years that he knows what to expect. I’ll bet he’s just wondering if I’ll swat him as hard as Diane does. He’ll be surprised to find out I can swat harder than Diane when a boy disappoints me.

I snap my fingers. “Come over here, mommy!” I crook my finger, urging Marie to cross the step or two to the table. I point to Jill’s pussy. “Go on, mommy, pay your little boy’s doctor bill! Tongue that sloppy pussy until I tell you to stop, whore!”

Marie freezes in place, her eyes locked on Jill’s wet mound. Jill’s mound has long and wide lips, leaving just a narrow slit between them. Her lips are thin, too, not plump like Marie’s are. Jill’s honey is oily thin and clear, but moderately aromatic. It covers almost all of her mound.

I tap Marie on her bottom with the crop. Lightly. Just enough to get her attention.

“OW!” Marie shrieks. She jumps, flinching so hard that her feet come off the floor and she moves forward a hair. She starts trembling as soon as her feet are back on the floor. Her eyes stay on Jill’s pussy.

“Please… Please, Miss Nurse….” Marie begs in a very hushed, shy, and trembling-nervous voice. “Please don’t make me do this… I don’t know how, Ma’am… I’ve never… with a woman! Please, don’t make me into a lesbian, Miss nurse! I’m not gay! I don’t want to be with a woman! Please, Miss Nurse… It won’t even be good… I don’t know how!”

I ignore Marie’s pleas. I just flick my wrist, sending the tip of my crop sailing through the air. It lands with a moderately loud crack. It sears a light pink splotch onto Marie’s bottom.

“OW!” Marie screeches as she jumps again. “OH, OW! THAT HURTS!” Marie’s face wrinkles up even more. Her eyes moisten and I hear a hint of a sniffling from her as if she’s about to start crying.

I’m pretty sure I have Marie’s attention now, too. I very seriously doubt that Marie is opposed to same-gender sex. She didn’t even look away as John’s cock was in Derek’s mouth. In fact, if anything, I think I saw a touch of excitement in her eyes as she saw two men together, however, brief it was. And that tells me the idea of it doesn’t bother Marie. Otherwise, she would have been disgusted by that sight. I have no doubt she’s being honest about never having done it before. She probably doesn’t “know” what to do. But she does. She knows exactly what feels the best to her. She has to know that Jill’s pussy is going to feel it all the same. I’d bet Marie’s refusal has nothing to do with being with a woman. I’d bet she’s afraid it won’t bother her. And worse, the men will see her do it and like it. Even worse than that if Jill really likes it, too.

“Bad whore!” I scold Marie. “I said eat pussy, whore, now eat that pussy while you still have a bottom to hurt.” I don’t wait for the near-frozen Marie to obey me. I put a hand to the back of Marie’s head and shove hard. I push her head forward until her lips knock hard against Jill’s wet mound.

I snap for Marie to open her mouth wide. She does, her lips spreading slowly. I tell her to stick her tongue out, pushing it into Jill’s slit. I tell her to wiggle her tongue until she finds the hard nub of Jill’s clit. Then to lie her tongue softly against the steely hardness.

I give Marie a couple seconds to do that. I see her face try to wrinkle even more. It doesn’t look like it can, though. But it does tell me that Marie has found Jill’s clit.

I tell Marie to suck lightly. Then I tell her to start swirling her tongue slowly around the hard nub. To keep her tongue against the nub as she does. I’ll tell her when she may stop.

“OOH!” Jill purrs out loudly a second later. Now I know that Marie is doing what I’ve told her to do.

I tell the boys to watch close while the whore shows them how to properly eat a sloppy pussy. I didn’t have to tell them. Their eyes are already on Jill’s pussy. They can’t resist the sight of a woman eating a pussy. Men.

Marie keeps going. It goes the same as it did when I first had her touch Derek’s cock. For the first few seconds, Marie’s motions are clumsy and awkward. But once she sees that Jill is not complaining, Marie’s efforts quickly smooth out and grow… interested. As if now Marie is eager to make Jill cum.

Jill lies there. Those first few seconds don’t do much besides getting a sweet purr from her lips. But then as Marie’s tongue starts growing more and more wanton, Jill’s purr grows equally more urgent. Needier, as if she’s being pushed close to her climax. Louder, too. That gets the men’s interest up.

After about twenty seconds of it, I see the first goosebumps erupting over Jill’s pubes. A few seconds later they sprout up on her smallish breasts, too. Jill’s nipples pull tighter as they strain to harden. It pulls the flesh at the tips of her mounds taut, wrinkling it up slightly.

And then Jill starts quivering. Steadily, and not too slowly, those quivers turn to trembles. And then they start sharpening up.

In well under a minute, the men are earning their keep. Jill can’t lie still any longer. Her legs, arms, shoulders, and bottom all want to squirm on the table. She pulls hard. The men have to work hard to hold her thrashing body down. They manage, at least enough to keep Jill’s pussy rather still for Marie. And that’s what I care about. I keep my crop in hand, just in case that pussy moves and those soft male bottoms need a spanking to keep them diligent.

In about a minute, Jill is shrieking loudly and thrashing against the boys with all her might. They can still hold her. She’s pinned down well. And in this position, she’s no match for two good-sized men.

Jill screeches even louder, and more pleadingly urgent cries with every second that passes.

Marie has gotten into it. Seriously into it, just as I thought she would. Now there’s no question that Marie is trying hard to make Jill cum. That Marie wants to. Marie is standing at the foot of the table, leaning forward to get her lips to Jill’s pussy. It has her waist bent almost fully over. And that lets me see Marie’s pussy. It lets me see the honey slowly, and steadily, weeping out from between Marie’s long folds. And that is proof that Marie likes what she’s doing.

I have a rule for my toys. Jill, being my toy, knows it well. She’s not allowed to cum until I tell her to. Nor is she allowed to ask or beg for permission. Unless I’ve told her to, and I haven’t. Jill knows that simply asking to cum would bring her a hideous punishment… something like having to wait three times as long as I would have made her!

Knowing my rules, Jill does the only thing she can do. She lies there while Marie tongues her clit and pushes her to an orgasm she has no choice but to hold back. She thrashes, her body beyond her control, against the men holding her still. And she discovers that being held still makes it worse. Worse as in more intense, and thus harder to hold back.

Marie doesn’t know my rules. Not yet. Maybe Diane will teach her. I’ve decided that Derek and John aren’t my types, and I have little interest in either of them. I prefer my men with larger cocks. And stronger bodies. Marie, however, could be an amusing toy. Enough so that I would consider her for a place in my toybox. Or see her again if Diane wants me to. Diane sent her to me, so Diane has first dibs on her. Plus Diane owns John.

Marie doesn’t know that Jill could have so easily came at least a minute ago. She doesn’t know that Jill is resisting her body with everything she has. She just knows what she can hear, see and feel. Jill’s loud, urgent moans. The crisp trembling quivers flowing all through Jill’s body. The hard squirms as she thrashes against the men holding her. The honey flowing from Jill’s pussy, a fair bit of which is ending up on Marie’s tongue and lips. Plenty for Marie to get a good taste of pussy. Of Jill’s slightly sweet taste.

And I have a five-minute rule that my toys don’t officially know of. I don’t tell them about it. The rule is that I won’t tell a toy to cum until the toy has been thrashing and moaning for at least five minutes. I do so love to watch a toy squirm around in lustful need.

I watch Jill screeching and thrashing. John and Derek do as well, only their attention is more focused on Jill’s pussy and her breasts. Her breasts are “petite” B-cups, and they’re firm enough to hold a well-rounded shape. But they’re also just soft enough to jiggle lightly with the hard thrashing Jill is doing. All of which the boys seem to find entertaining.

“Oh, fine, Dr. Slut, go ahead and be the slut we all know you are. Just cum all over this whore’s face. It’s not like your skank will make the whore any filthier than the cum already covering it!” I tell Jill. I raise my voice just a little to make sure that she can hear me over her loud shrieks.

And then I watch as Jill stops fighting her orgasm. It doesn’t even take a second. Jill’s bottom snaps up, thrusting against Marie’s face. Jill’s pussy spasms hard, squirting a river of honey onto Marie’s chin. Jill’s entire body snaps crisply. It’s powerful enough to surprise the men, and for a second I think they’ll lose control of her. But they manage to hold her down.

“UH!!!! OH, YES!” Jill screams out as she keeps cumming hard. Her hips snap from side to side, grinding her pussy against Marie’s face. But that’s about all Jill can do with the boys holding her. That and lie there feeling every wave of her orgasm crashing through her body and filling her with unbearably sweet pleasure.

I wait as Jill shudders through her orgasm. When she’s finally done, her cries and thrashing starting to fade, I grab Marie’s hair and pull her head back, telling her that she’s been “filthy enough of a lesbian whore” for the moment.

Marie blushes.

The men’s eyes dart back and forth, eager to see the sight of Jill’s well-satisfied pussy and the sight of Marie’s face. Jill’s fresh, warm honey clings to Marie’s face, covering her from her nose down. With Jill’s muskiness, there’s no way that Marie isn’t constantly smelling Jill’s pussy now. I’m sure she can feel the warmth of that honey on her face as it slowly dries onto her skin. I’ll bet she can feel her own honey weeping from her pussy and into the creases of her thighs, too. I’ll bet she can feel her pussy twitching as it begs her for some relief, too.

I have the three of them line back up.

Chapter Nine – Kicked To The Curb

The trio stands in their snug lines again. Despite the erotic show of watching Marie eat Jill’s pussy, and Jill moaning and thrashing the entire time, neither John nor Derek’s cock has even started to stiffen. I had hoped they wouldn’t. After the draining those cocks had, I’m not surprised that they flat-out refuse to harden up. At least not for a few hours.

Jill still lies on the exam table. Actually, her exam table. It is her office. I’m betting all three of them are wondering whose office this is. If Jill is actually a doctor, or if I’ve just somehow commandeered this office to use and Jill is nothing but another whore. I’ll bet they’ll be surprised, and blush, when they see that I made Jill bill their insurance company for their checkups. Then again, Derek did have a real check-up.

Jill lies there, quivering lightly and panting heavily. She’s flushed to a light pinkness from head to toe. And she’s hot, a thin film of sweat covering her body. She’s done for a few minutes.

I pace in front of the line of three. The men are well satisfied. Their soft cocks prove that. I’m sure they’re still interested in the naked women, though. And I’m certain they find it very frustrating that no matter how arousing those nude women are, their cocks refuse to cooperate. Even if offered, they wouldn’t be able to use those hot bodies.

I pace with my crop in hand. I start my speech by reminding the three of them that I expect them to be polite. Humble. To remember their place as mere peasant boys in the presence of the Queen. Their Queen. The Queen with the power to condemn them to the dungeon for years of agony at her first capricious whim.