Chapter 7

A cute look of concentration passed over Gianna Mare’s fourteen-year-old face as she deftly maneuvered the tip of Dr. Leo Cohen’s very stiff penis to the mouth of her generously drooling cunt. Not that this was a challenging task for the very experienced girl: she had been blessed -- or rather, first her father, and then the rest of the adult male members of the Daughter Share Program had been blessed -- by her very early menarche, which meant that she had been through her first track -- a Track B case, the doctor recalled -- followed swiftly by Track D at an unusually young age, and so had made a very youthful first entry into the Daughter Share “lending pool.”

She had been immediately quite popular, naturally, among the gentleman membership, men so privileged self-entitled that the existing variety of thirteen- and fourteen-year old vagina had become quotidian. Then twelve-year-old Gianna’s arrival in the “pool” had led to a feeding frenzy that had hardly abated since.

Therefore now, with two years’ worth of very frequent pairings tucked away under her still-sparse pubic tuft, she certainly knew her way around a dick. Further, having been one of the doctor’s all-time favorites, the raven-haired teen of northern Italian heritage was definitely no stranger to handling his particular impressive set of genitalia.

In short, it wasn’t unfamiliarity or inexperience which occasioned the look of concentration across her striking visage, but rather the challenge she was about to undertake. Years earlier she had been childlike enough to giggle when Dr. Cohen had trained her in what he called “The Inchworm”. Although these days she no longer giggled at the name, Leo was certain that if he could at this moment affix his usual biofeedback conditioning apparatus, her indicated arousal responses would be spiking just as high as the had been the day she was first introduced to the technique.

When executing The Inchworm, a girl must straddle her subject and slowly descend, engulfing his manhood in as excruciatingly slow a process as she can manage. Girls like Gianna delighted in the challenge, in the agony of prolonged self-denial, and of course in the psychic reward that pleasing her assigned partner always provided to a well-conditioned girl.

And Gianna was well conditioned. She was also very good at The Inchworm. Leo frankly admitted to himself, as he felt her moisture descend upon his glans, that in her case “The Millimeter Worm” would be a more apt description of the experience, because with her tight core muscle control, her sleek but well-toned thighs, and her still very taut vagina, Gianna was capable of making the evolution consume a full five minutes from first tip-kiss to complete embedment, while never seeming to pause for a moment in her inexorable descent. Her powers in this regard were unequalled in the seasoned clinician’s experience.

“Am I your first this evening, my dear?”

A nod. “Yes Doctor. Well, of course I sucked on my dad the whole drive over, but didn’t let him cum. You’re the first in my fun hole.” A smile. That had been the genital term he used with her in her earliest training. His methods tended towards a more direct and clinical lexicon with most patients, but research had shown that with the very youngest subjects -- despite being pubescent, as required -- a more playful approach could yield faster results. Of course, Gianna was no child now, not at fourteen with literally hundreds of couplings to her credit, so her use of the term with her former therapist was at this point simply an expression of her affection.

“I’m glad to hear it. I love being the first inside your sweet body, Gianna.” Leo glanced to his right just as another girl, of mixed race and also completely nude, approached and handed him a highball glass, chilled and full of very highly watered scotch. Leo had no desire to elevate his blood alcohol materially, not with so many physical sensations yet to enjoy in their fullest this evening, but he did like to stay hydrated, and the scotch flavor kept him sipping throughout these monthly evening-long club conclaves.

“Oh thank you, Tabitha.” A sip, and then after placing the glass on the side table he reached around the girl’s waist and pulled her towards hi8m, until she stood right beside the chaise upon which he reposed. Tabitha and Gianna exchanged smiles, and the latter continued her challenging athletic endeavor. Leo reached between Tabitha’s legs from behind and easily slid his middle finger into her slick and heated pussy.

“Ah, but you’ve already been having some fun tonight, haven’t you?”

“Not enough, yet, Doc,” she laughed with a pretend pout. “I mean, Reverend Mueller fucked me when I got here, you can probably feel his cum, but other than that I only got to refluff my dad after he nailed Edith -- gave it to her in real grudge-fuck-style, just like she loves it -- anyway, just got to suck on him till he was hard again, then whoosh!, he’s dragging Sigourney down the hall to the blue bedroom. I guess they’re in love.”

The girls laughed together again, and in unison sing-songed “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” That was the joke among the girls anytime a man took a girl into privacy during one of these club meetings, where of course most couplings took place catch-as-catch-can, in full view of whoever happened by the couch or chaise or pool table upon which things were happening. Both girls, and of course the doctor, knew that there was nothing monogamous or particularly private about Tabitha’s dad -- Mr. Marques -- and his sexual activity. Although neither Gianna nor Leo had observed it on this day, both could be confident that Mr. Marques had “grudge-fucked” Edith Mueller in full view of all in the vicinity -- the display of his very large, black ramrod aggressively splitting her tiny Asian body wide open was a common -- and popular -- attraction almost every month. But changing things up was all part of the fun, so it was no surprise that for a second round, Mr. Marques had chosen to enjoy sixteen-year-old Sigourney Travers in a more “girlfriend experience” setting.

Leo looked up into Tabitha’s lovely milk-chocolate-complexioned face. She was in a sense part of Mr. Marques’ “second family,” because her own birth mother had been part of the lending library a good decade and a half previously. Mr. Marques, Leo recalled, had swapped breeding rights with a Mr. Swenson in those days, and in his case, had been lucky enough to get a granddaughter, Tabitha, bred into his own daughter, Millicent, a baby whom he and his wife adopted to raise as their own. Mrs. Marques had, of course, had insisted on adopting her teenaged daughter’s baby to free Millicent to finish high school, go to college, start and career and so forth without the burdens of practical motherhood. Mr. Marques had, of course, engineered the entire process and in doing so had secured for himself the right to return to the club these many years later with a fresh young “daughter.” Mr. Swenson, Tabitha’s Nordic biological father, had come out on the other side of the equation: his blond daughter had birthed Mr. Marques’ biological son, whom he and his wife had adopted as their own. This young man was now a damn good wrestler on the high school team (freshman squad), but of course was not a ticket back into the delights of the Daughter Share program for Mr. Swenson. Leo occasionally encountered Mr. Swenson, now in his early sixties, out in the town. Of course, out of discretion they never spoke publically, but Mr. Swenson always acknowledged him with a slight nod and a wistful look.

Tabitha and Mr. Marques, in contrast, were current club members in the highest standing, both being quite popular with their respective mating partners. Tabitha would probably, in an earlier century, have been described as a “quadroon”, with light brown skin and rather easily straightened hair, yet she still exhibited the lovely long, slender neck, dusky eyes, and high forehead that can be so lovely in some women of African descent. Dr. Cohen also particularly loved her high, shelf-like derrière. At this moment, he loved it so much so that he removed his now-slickened digit from the youngster’s vagina and probed at her anus. Not forgetting his primary partner, he turned to smile at Gianna, who had by this time engulfed his entire cockhead, her abdominal muscles showing lovely definition in her exertion. His finger slipped into Tabitha’s bottom, only as deep as the first joint, and he looked back up into her lovely face.

“You know I love this one, sweetheart.”

“I know, Doctor. Want me to save it for you?”

“Mmm. My dance card is full tonight, my dear. And you know you must permit each of your gentleman partners this evening to enjoy you however he pleases. If one of them wants this exquisite orifice -- and why wouldn’t they all? -- then of course he has every right to it. But ... if you can entice them to enjoy you somewhere else...” She clearly understood his advice, for she swept her tongue across her full, gorgeous lips and half-lowered her eyelids coquettishly.

“I think I might be able to entice all of tonight’s men to another hole, Doctor...”

“I suspect you can, Tabitha -- nobody looks more lovely sucking cock than you do, my dear. So, if you manage to keep this nice and tight for me,” He drove his finger in deeper, and felt the girl’s rectum grip it fiercely in return, “then I’ll arrange for us to meet tommorow, perhaps in the afternoon, and I’ll take my pleasure at my leisure.” Dr. Cohen pronounced this as a rhyme.

She clenched and squeezed his finger again at his suggestion. “I’ll check with you before you leave this evening, and if you’ve managed to keep it unstretched for me, I’ll make arrangements with your father to borrow you.”

“That’s a deal, Doc. Uh-oh, Mr. Chadwick is watching us, looks like he’s getting hard. I’d better go blow him before he gets his heart set on my bottom. I don’t want to miss out on our date tomorrow!”

“Good girl, run along then, I have pressing matters of my own to attend to!” She playfully squeezed her bottom hole down on his retreating finger and was off, allowing Leo to again focus on his current partner, Gianna. This was for the best, anayway, for Leo felt it was good manners to pay attention to one girl at a time, unless of course a ménage was the ‘scene’ in play. Maintaining one’s focus on Gianna Mare in the heat of performing the Inchworm was not much of a challenge. She had reached the midpoint of his cockshaft, the section that, given his particular anatomy, it was at its thickest. Her moist heat felt marvelous around the already-imbedded portion of his penis, and her hovering, athletic form was a delight. Her flat tummy showed none of the strain, it simply looked smooth and pale between her prominent hip bones as she continued to very, very slowly lower herself upon him.

“Shall I make this a bit more challenging, Gianna?” She bit her lower lip and nodded slightly, and the nipples atop her small, upturned breasts visibly hardened, in response to what she knew was coming. The doctor reached up and pinched a nipple with each hand, and commended to twist and pull on them, mostly gently but with undeniable authority. He knew this stimulation drove the fourteen-year old’s pussy mad with need, making her pacing and restraint all that much more difficult to maintain.

“Why don’t you just give up, Little One? Why not drop and take me in all at once? That’s what your Little Pussy wants, isn’t it?”

“You’re a meanie, Doctor Cohen!” With a pout and then a sterner look of concentration, she gamely continued her slow descent, resisting the temptation incited by his chiding, by the tit-torment, and by what he knew to be her own very hungry hole. Relenting for a spell, he reached over to the side table for a sip from his glass, and fixed his eyes on her beautiful face. She returned his gaze with a nearly haughty look, which gave her a bitchy, sexy mien. Ah, yes, Gianna was still one of his favorites, even though he’d had her dozens of times and even though after two years she was no longer unusually youthful or “precocious” in comparison to the other girls in the program.

“Eat any pussy lately, Gianna?”