Missionary Position Ch. 02
Date: 29.01.2010Keywords: Missionary, Ch., Position, 02,
Prev 1 2 3 4 5 Next
Tom got behind his daughter and began sucking her cunt and ass. He reached over and grabbed the champagne bottle and poured the liquor over his daughter's ass so that some of it spilled down her back but most spilled through the crack of her ass over her puckered rectum and into his mouth sucking at the cup of her cunt. Mindy cried out in pleasure feeling the carbonation sting and tickle her tender spots. She sucked hard on her mother's clit and bucked her ass into her daddy's face. After they came a few more times Mindy and her mommy knelt in the sand while Tom jerked his cock to one last hard cum against their smiling faces. Both girls begged him to cum, to cover their lovely faces with his white-hot cream and as he came they groaned and opened their mouths to catch it on their tongues. The girls kissed and licked the semen from each other's faces before they stood up then, laughing and running all three of them charged into the water to wash off the accumulated sweat and sex of the evening.
Both her parents and Mindy's birthday dreams had come true. Her parents were to prove to be the most insatiable lovers she would ever have. From that night forward they fucked her with an unremitting intensity. At the end of the year they would leave on there around the world cruise and many more sexual adventures. On this night, the night of Mindy's birthday initiation, they cleaned up, went back to the boat and spent the rest of the night cuddling in the master stateroom, sucking and fucking each time the urge got too strong to live with.
"More of Mindy's family adventures to come. E-mail me Tristanbear@hotmail.com if you liked it and want to read more soon."
"But couldn't Petey just take the pill or get an injection?" asked Perry.
"No. They began experimenting with the drug, and they tried everything. By mouth. By needle. Nothing else worked. They even tried vaginal douches. Completely ineffective. It was only effective when ejected into the vagina as an ingredient in male semen." Dr. Drucker stared blankly into Perry Pepple's eyes, as he began to mindlessly doodle vaginas shaped as butterflies. Fortunately, when Perry Pepple leaned over to look at the pad, he saw only butterflies.
"But how is this going to help Petey?" Perry Pepple asked hopelessly. "Petey hasn't got a vagina."
"I understand that," said Dr. Drucker. "But of course, they needed to treat Myoneuroplasia in men as well as women, so they enrolled willing participants in a blind-study program. The results were amazing. Among the men who got the actual therapy, there was a cure rate of 97%. In the control group.........Very sad. Very sad."
"I still don't understand," said Perry Pepple. Was he being deliberately obtuse? Dr. Drucker was sure that he would have understood by now, what had to be done. "What exactly is this therapy?"
"Someone other than the patient has to ingest the drug, and administer it to the patient rectally."
"That's disgusting," yelled Perry Pepple. "That's what queers do." He finally understood what the Doctor was driving at. "Couldn't it be administered in an enema?"
""No," said Dr. Drucker. "That's why I didn't want to tell you. It would be better to just let nature take its course. Poor Petey. Poor Petey." He shook his head sadly.
For the next several minutes Dr. Drucker drew butterflies, as Perry and Petey Pepple sat silently, looking at each other. Dr. Drucker thought he saw a tear drip from Perry Pepple's left eye, down his left cheek. Dr. Drucker was pleased to see a human emotion in Perry Pepple. At last.
"What do you think, Petey?" asked Perry Pepple in a defeated voice.
"Whatever you say, Dad. Whatever you think," Petey conceded. He really didn't want to die.
Perry Pepple took a deep breath, and held it, and finally exhaling, said, "Ok, Doc. We'll do it. I guess I need a prescription."
"No. I have some Silanthropine right here in the office. Medical samples from the salespeople. They keep leaving me bottles of it." Dr. Drucker opened the center drawer of his desk and took out the small unlabeled brown bottle, he had filled earlier in the day with a harmless antihistamine, Leberol. He had scads and scads of Leberol in the office. They were always leaving samples of that. Had been for years.
"But I don't have palpitations," noted Perry Pepple. What happens when I start taking the Silanthropine?"
"Absolutely nothing," said Dr. Drucker. There are absolutely no side effects. "You'll be quite safe, and Petey will improve greatly. You've made a wise decision, Perry." He handed the bottle to Perry Pepple. "I opened some samples bottles and gave you a month's supply in this larger bottle."
"Thanks, Doc," said Perry Pepple, accepting the alleged Silanthropine.
"If I take one now, can I start the treatment tonight?"
"No. Absolutely not. It has to build up in your blood. You have to take it for five days before the first treatment." Dr. Drucker loved that part of the instructions. Five days. Let them anticipate the dire deed for five dreadful days first. Give them something to look forward to. Hah! "And I want to see Petey in four weeks. I'll have to do new blood work, to see how we're progressing."
"Sure, Doc," agreed Perry Pepple. He shook the doctor's hand, and he and Petey left the office, both of them close to tears.
Perry Pepple drove home on autopilot. He was scarcely aware of the road or of Petey Pepple sitting beside him on the front seat. Petey Pepple was hardly more cognizant of reality than his father. As they drove, they said nothing to each other. Both were thinking of that ghastly moment five days hence, when......... No. Better not to think. Better not to think. Better not to think.
When they arrived back at the house on the hill, Perry Pepple went immediately into the kitchen, and filled a glass with cold water from the refrigerator. He opened the brown bottle and shook out a small tablet. He took his first dose of 'Silanthropine.'
He took another dose the next morning. And another dose each of the following three mornings. He had by now ingested five tablets of what was to be the miracle cure for his son, Petey. That night, they would begin therapy. And, as per Dr. Drucker's instructions, every night thereafter. At least once. More, if possible.
Perry Pepple was indeed fortunate. What Dr. Drucker had said was true. He was having no ill effects from taking the Silanthropine tablets. In fact, he had never felt so well in his life. Often when he crossed the garden from the driveway to the front porch, he would have a sneezing attack when he passed the rosebush in the front yard. But he hadn't sneezed once since he began taking the little yellow pill. It was doing wonders for his rose fever. He would have to mention this to Dr. Drucker. His discovery could open the door for an off-label use of the medication.
Perry Pepple knew all too well that tonight was the night. The first life-saving treatment. Why did he feel such foreboding? He was totally prepared. He had gone into Phillips Pharmacy, and purchased everything he might need for the therapeutic thrust of his penis into his boy's bottom. He had bought lubrication, and a red rubber enema bag.
Perry and Petey had discussed the procedure, and Petey agreed with Perry that it would be better if he were empty and immaculate. That way the medicine could reach all the cells, the better to penetrate. He had called Dr. Drucker to make sure this was a good idea, and Dr. Drucker had heartily approved.
They had a small dinner. A liverwurst sandwich with mayo on white bread. After swallowing down the last of their cola drinks, they went into the living room to watch the Plainsmen beat the Pointers on the ball field. The game was being televised.
Soon, however, they both knew the time had come and went upstairs to Perry Pepple's bedroom. The act would take place on Perry Pepple's bed. It was bigger than Petey Pepple's bed.
Wordlessly, Petey Pepple stripped off his clothes and lay face down along the length of the bed. He buried his face in the pillow. He was a little embarrassed, after all. He had never minded being nude in front of other people, but this was his father. He was not used to showing off his body in front of Perry Pepple. And Perry Pepple had always been so proper and disapproving of the bare body. This was really so, so embarrassing.
Perry Pepple went to the bathroom and filled the red rubber enema bag with warm soapy water. When the bag was full, he tested a drop on his wrist. Yes. This was about right. Not too hot, and not too cold. He walked back into the bedroom where Petey was on naked display before his very eyes. The scene seemed almost obscene. But Petey's very life was at stake. Perry coated the plastic end of the long red hose with the Glycerogel he had purchased at Phillips Pharmacy. He even put some on his finger, and lightly coated the outside of Petey's ........He wasn't happy about touching such a spot, but he would wash his hands with antibacterial soap when this was all done.
"You ready, Petey?" he asked somberly.
"I guess so, Dad. Go ahead."
The father gently placed the plastic piece in position, and ever so gently eased it forward. When it was firmly in place, he opened the steel clip on the hose, and the water started emptying into Petey's belly. Petey was making little noises of discomfort.
"You all right, Petey?"
"Just stop it for a second, dad. I've got a little cramp."
Perry closed the steel clip, and waiting a few moments, holding the bag high in his left hand.
"Okay, Petey?" he asked.
"I guess so. Go ahead," said Petey, reluctantly.
He opened the clip and the water again began to flow. The bag was getting emptier and emptier, and now it was totally empty. All the hot soapy water that had been in the bag a few moments earlier, was now inside Petey's belly. Perry slowly withdrew the plastic tip, and walked into the bathroom to wash everything, while Petey lay on the bed, letting the water permeate him.
Prev 1 2 3 4 5 Next
Keywords: Missionary, Ch., Position, 02,