Chapter 35: Works for Me!

Kathy lay on her taunt belly as the doctor lubed up her rear entrance. "I really don't like it back there," she gently pleaded. "I'm really tight in front and my Daddy says he can't tell the deference."

"Sorry, sweety," the doctor smiled wickedly, "I've had my eyes on your little poop chute ever since we peeled you off that pool table." He lowered himself over Kathy's supine form. "I'm sure your honey pot will get plenty of action tonight, but right now," he aligned himself with her narrower opening, "I'm playing proctologist."

Kathy bit into the clubhouse's thick shag carpet as the meaty invader sent shock waves of ripping white agony through her body. She could feel his weight press the air out of her as he rested his weight against her back and pumped rhythmically against her hips. She tried to kick and claw her way to freedom but unseen hands quickly pinned her arms and legs to the floor.

"Just let it happen," Mommy soothed. "Stop fighting and I'll let go of your hands."

"I'm sorry, Mommy," Kathy sobbed from underneath the heaving healer, "I'm just so horny," she puffed, "I just want to cum for a change."

"It's okay," Mommy loosed her grip and stroked her daughter's

sweat-streaked hair. "I'm sure you'll cum plenty of times before the evening's over."

The doctor forced himself deeper and deeper into Kathy's nether reaches and the pretty blonde was sure he would momentarily pop out her mouth. Although she had appreciated his medical expertise in the aftermath of Friday night's merry mix-up and thoroughly enjoyed his probing office examination, she was going to have to seriously reexamine her opinion of his bedside manner.

Time seemed to stop as the assault continued. Although, she could see Mommy gracefully riding a dignified-looking man and envied her happy sighs as she reached peak after peak of pleasure, Kathy seemed to be spiralling endlessly downward toward an ever-receding oblivion. Had the immortal "O" the legendary heroine of the second sexual revolution, really given herself so to the entire French nation? Or, was "O" as her history teacher maintained, merely a character in a novel by Pauline Rage who was given life by propagandists to inspire submissive women to surrender to their desires and serve the whims of all men?

Kathy pondered such mysteries as her physical existence became terrifyingly transparent from the awful tearing of her bottom and the alarming lack of air in her lungs. Finally, she felt the invader evacuate the constricted chasm and cover her salty face with minty seed.