Chapter 5

Jack was perfectly content simply to gaze upon the bewitching young girl. With his hand tucked between her slender thighs he stood over her drinking in her tantalizing beauty, and probably would have remained utterly lost in her had the good doctor not spoken up.

"Are you alright, Jack?" Dr. Greeley asked when he saw his friend and client standing trance-like beside the examination chair and its comely occupant.

"Uhh... yeah, Martin... I," Jack responded, shaking out the cobwebs.

"I don't want to rush you or anything, but even the new anesthetic has its limits," the doctor commented, glancing at his wristwatch.

"I... I understand, Doc," Jack answered, looking a bit sheepish. "I'll tell you, I do believe I could spend the whole day just looking at Emily. Then to the shadows he added, "You have an enchanting young daughter, Bill."

"Thanks, Jack," Bill Brand replied from a discrete distance.

"Let me give you a hand with the lower extremity supports," Dr. Greeley offered, stepping up beside his friend. "Oh, my yes," the good doctor murmured. "She is a lovely girl. They're so cute at this age, aren't they," Greeley asked rhetorically as without compunction he reached down and began to pluck gently at the slumbering youngster's wispy curls. "I simply adore a pretty little Mohawk," he commented offhandedly.

Together the two men retrieved and attached the specialized stainless steel leg supports to the examination chair after first removing its regular padded lower section. Next they adjusted the supports upward and locked them into place. Then carefully raising Miss Emily's legs the two men placed her calves into the molded fiberglass cradles designed for that purpose. No restraining devices were required.

"That should do it," Dr. Greeley said after reclining the chair's backrest and adjusting the arm supports. "You two have a nice time now," he added with a wink. Before turning away, Greeley took a moment to inspect the IV drip. Then after glancing at his wristwatch the good doctor said, "We'll need to think about waking her up in about sixty minutes."

"Thanks, Martin," Jack replied a bit absently, for his eyes were fastened on the lovely child reclining in the specialized chair.

In its current configuration, Miss Emily Brand was cradled in a pleasantly accommodating position Her torso was supported in a semi-recumbent attitude by the chair's padded back rest such that her pretty face was visible and her lovely little breasts accessible to her partner. Emily's hips were positioned even with the bottom edge of the seat, created when the lower end of the couch-like exam chair was removed and replaced with the tubular steel leg supports. Her pretty little bottom overhung this padded threshold by a few inches, further insuring accessibility. There was no chance that Emily might slide down and out of the seat because her knees were elevated and her calves supported at a level slightly above that of her shoulders, and her slender thighs were spread to a comfortably obliging width.

Jack gazed down at the enchanting display of adolescent loveliness for perhaps a minute, before placing one hand onto the youngster's right leg. Not for the last time, he noted just how soft and warm the girl's skin was as, while trailing his hand down the top of her calf, Jack stepped to the foot of the chair then up between her knees. Bringing both his hands then up to the sweet girl's knees Jack gaped slack jawed at the heavenly cradle of Emily Brand's femininity.

Thanks to the wonderful examination chair, the bewitching little lady lay before him open for inspection. Jack licked his lips, for his mouth was quite dry as he noted that his previous assumption had been accurate. Emily's cute little Mohawk extended only a very short distance between her slender thighs, leaving the remainder of her labia majora unfettered by pubic curls. Jack was very pleased, for ever since entering into a relationship with the lovely Miss Kim Lai, he'd developed a sincere appreciation for young ladies who were smooth and unencumbered. They were an absolute joy to be with, in Jack's opinion, and additionally they were much easier to clean following their amorous little trysts.

The pale and luscious lobes of Emily's outer gates were presently slightly parted; enough, in any case, that Jack caught a glimpse of the darker pink folds responsible for maintaining the youngster's abdominal integrity. "You're so pretty, Emmie, sweetheart," he said in a hoarse whisper as he slid his hand slowly down the insides of the slumbering girl's legs. "Suppose we let Uncle Jack see what a big girl we are so we can make your Daddy happy, Emmie, honey." The immaculately smooth flesh of her inner thighs trembled slightly when Jack used his thumbs to spread her open a little more. "That's my girl, Emmie," he purred as he knelt between the little girl's legs and pressed his lips to the amazingly soft skin immediately adjacent to her labia majora, first on one thigh then on the other. It was at that moment that Jack received his first intoxicating hint of her adolescent bouquet. "God! She's marvelous!" Jack exclaimed silently, moving his lips to within centimeters of the source of that superb perfume.

At the tender age of "almost thirteen" the enchanting youngster hadn't yet become acutely aware of or self-conscious about her feminine scent, and as a result Jack was treated to a heady aroma, both rich and moist. Later in life Emily, like most young ladies, would regrettably make a concerted effort to eliminate or disguise this inspiring fragrance, but for now Jack was fortunate enough to partake of Emily in all of her youthful potency and vitality.

The sharp and zesty flavor of the young girl literally exploded into Jack's mouth, when at last, while gazing at her innocent face over her tummy, he extended his tongue between Emily Brand's intimate folds. In spite of the highly effective sedative compound that she continued to receive at a precisely controlled rate, the young beauty's tactile senses were still functioning. Granted, in a greatly reduced capacity, but clearly enough to allow Emily to share in the experience. No sooner had Jack's tongue made contact with her inner petals than Emily's narrow hips lurched upward off the seat of the exam chair. Jack took the opportunity to slide his hands beneath her elegant little derriere. Then as Emily unwittingly pressed herself upward against his lips, Jack cradled her in his palms like a ripe melon, allowing her exquisite tanginess to flood his senses. Once again he lost all track of time as his lips and tongue danced over the most intimate and private areas of Emily Brand's budding femininity. More than once her hips bucked and rolled in his hands as the impulses resulting from Jack's loving attentions made inroads into her psyche. While Jack feasted on the immaculate little girl, he imagined how she would react were she to discover the true nature of their newly formed relationship. Obviously she would be mortified at first, but would she later come to accept him? "I doubt it," Jack concluded as he took two or three suckling sips of her just over her vaginal opening. He made a mental note to speak with Emily afterward, for Jack enjoyed chatting with his young partners and derived a great deal of contentment from having shared with them on such a deeply personal level.