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Subject: {ASSM} The Case of the Forbidden Sex (MF)
Date: Wed,  7 Nov 2001 22:10:04 -0500
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I've tried to recreate the feel of a Sherlock Holmes story as
published in the original short stories.
Of course, since I am posting to this newsgroup, I've added some
"additional elements".

Good Morning,
Canyonero


THE CASE OF THE FORBIDDEN SEX (MF)

I was in a comfy chair lightly masturbating while reading a fictional
story about an explorer named Professor Johnston who comes across a
lost tribe in South America.  All the adults and the males died in a
tribal skirmish.  The female children hid in a cave.  This included
twelve virgins in the age range of thirteen to sixteen who have the
desire to repopulate their tribe by birthing males.  I think you can
imagine where the story goes.  Perhaps you have read the story
yourself.  I kept myself continually hard without ever coming close
to ejaculation.

I was in the flat of my good friend Surefuck Homes at 34D Cummings
Street.  You have heard me give accounts of his intellectual and
detective prowess in such adventures as the simple Case of the
Smelly Finger and the curious Case of the Perpetual Virgin which
might be Homes' finest moment.

Homes was working with some chemicals concocting another seven
percent solution.  I had cautioned him frequently about the ill
effects of taking such a concoction, as you know I am a medical
doctor, but Homes would take no hearing to my cautions.

Homes spoke abruptly, ejecting me from my fantasy.  He was always
so focused when he worked on a project that when he spoke it always
came as a surprise.

"Put away your good book, my good friend," Homes said, "I have just
heard a carriage pull up and I hear Mrs. Hunter coming up the
stairs to tell us of whoever has come to see us."

"It looks like you are at a good place to stop in your book," he
continued, "Professor Johnston has just ejaculated into the young
fourteen-year old, Tchillia, who has 36D tits at such a young age.
If I recall he does her doggy-style."

As always, I was impressed with Homes' observational ability.
Indeed I was at that exact point of the book.  Also, I had not heard
the sound of the carriage or Mrs. Hunter's footsteps.  I took a tip
of pre-come off my cock and put it on the corner of the book and
folded the corner down to mark my place.  I placed the book on the
lamp stand and quickly pulled up my boxers and trousers.  I glanced
at the clock.  Ten after two.

Homes sat down in the chair on the other side of the lamp stand.

Immediately, there was a knock on the door.

"Yes," said Homes, loudly.

The door opened.

Mrs. Hunter appeared.  She had been invaluable domestic help to
Homes for many years.

"A Mr. Wilton Henry Jacobson the Third to see you," she said.

Suddenly, there was the sound of bounding steps.  A man burst in
pushing aside the older Mrs. Hunter.  A girl was pulled in behind
him.  The man held the girl's wrist tightly.

"I must see you right away, sir!" the man said, urgently.

"Sir, I said to wait..." protested Mrs. Hunter.

"It's alright," interrupted Homes.  "I will see our visitors."

Mrs. Hunter gave the visitor a huff for his lack of following proper
rules of etiquette and closed the door behind her.

The man looked about forty-five years old.  He was nattily dressed
in tweed vest and a finely crafted overcoat on this chilly day.  He
looked like a man of some material means.

The girl was in her early teens.  Her dress was somewhat disheveled
and rumpled.    She looked down at the floor and all you could see
was her long reddish light brown hair.  Her hair was unkempt.

"You look like a troubled man, Mr. Jacobson.  I imagine it is from
the rape of your niece near Worthing Street."

Mr. Jacobson's mouth dropped.  The girl's head raised briefly with
wide eyes which showed an attractive face and then she looked down
at the floor again.

"I have heard of your mental prowess, Mr. Homes, said Jacobson,
"but what you said is completely accurate.  How did you know?"

I must admit I was completely baffled by Homes' observations myself.

Homes answered.

"Simplicity.  I noted the reddish tinge on the bottom edges of her
dress.  This can only come from the road work being done on Worthing
Street.  The horses' feet and the wheels of the carriages kick up the
red clay.   As for the rape, my sense of smell tells me she has had
intercourse approximately two hours ago.  Plus the appearance of her
hair contains the moisture consistency of the passions of sexual
intimacy.  The tears in her dress, especially around her ample bust
indicate a probable accosting."

Again, Mr. Homes skills astounded me.  I had not noticed that this
young girl already had probable 34C tits.  She was not that much
smaller tit-wise than the girl in my book.  My mind briefly wandered
in fantasy as I imagined doing her doggy-style.

"And that she is my niece, sir?" asked Mr. Jacobson, wanting the
complete answer.

"The closeness in which you hold her," said Homes, "indicates that
she is not your daughter, but someone very close to you and probably
lives with you."

"Yes, Mr. Homes.  You are correct.  Charlotte has lived with me since
her parents were killed when she was five.  She is like a daughter to
me, however."

"I do not doubt your love and affection," said Homes, "I just observe
that she is not you daughter.  Her mother was your sister."

"Again, you are correct," said Jacobson.

"Oh, where are my manners?" said Homes.  "This is my compatriot, Dr.
Wadshot.  Why don't you sit down, Mr. Jacobson?"  He motioned to
some chairs.

"Good day, Dr. Wadshot.  I have heard about your invaluable
assistance to Mr. Homes in solving the most inscrutable cases.  If
you do not mind, I prefer to stand.  I am a bit agitated."

"That is acceptable," said Homes, "What can we do for you?"

"Well, as you stated with keen observation, my niece Charlotte was
raped near Worthing Street.  I would like to have this ruffian
caught!" Jacobson said the last vengefully.

"Have you gone to Scotland Yard?" said Homes.  "They generally
handle these type of cases."

"Well, yes." said Jacobson, "But they do not have much to go on,
especially with Charlotte not talking and such.  Shock I guess."

"A reasonable assumption," I interjected.  "I am sure the she has
been traumatized."

"Plus," continued Jacobson, "I have heard of your amazing skills
so chronicled by the good Dr. Wadshot here and which I have seen
first hand in the short time I have been here.   I thought you could
help."

"I am a man of means," he quickly added.

"Yes, you own the Jacobson shipyards," said Homes.  "Money is not an
object however."

Jacobson's shoulders slumped.

"However," said Homes, "I currently am bored and without cases, so I
will take it.  Though I expect the case will take no more than a few
hours."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Homes!" said Jacobson, excitedly. He rushed over
and shook Mr. Homes' hand.  "Thank you."

"Shall we begin, my good friend?" said Homes, standing.  "Clues are
waiting to be discovered.  Some will disappear if we do not start
right away."

"Certainly," I said, rising from my chair also.

We walked over to a waist-high table across the room.  Homes
commissioned the highly respected woodworker John Dontell to make
this table about seven years ago.  It had served Homes well.  It
was most unfortunate to hear of Dontell's accidental death two
years ago, but his three sons have carried forth the business most
admirably and are fine craftsmen in their own right.

Homes removed the papers off the table.  Something to do with some
strange African beetle.  I grabbed the cushions and strapped them
to the top of the table.  The cushions and table were made for each
other.

"Come, Charlotte," Homes said and motioned her.  "Remove all your
garments and lay back on this table."

"Mr. Homes!" said Jacobson, in objection.

"We must get all the evidence," answered Homes  "I can tell that she
was completely naked when this event happened.  I must not only
inspect the clothes, but I must inspect her."

Jacobson gave Charlotte a little nudge forward in understanding and
acceptance.

Charlotte came over and began to shyly undress.

Mr. Homes and myself began to undress also.

"Mr. Homes!  Dr Wadshot!  What are you doing?" exclaimed Jacobson.

"These are my methods, Mr. Jacobson," replied Homes  "If you want
to take your niece and go and not find out who attacked her, then
go now."

Homes was unusually perturbed.  I do not generally see him get
angry.  Perhaps Homes was annoyed by the uncouth mannerisms of a man
one would expect to be respectful and cultured.

Homes had a heightened excitement to him.  The kind of excitement
that only happens when he is working on a case.

Charlotte was only in her undergarments currently,  She had stepped
out of her shoes and pushed down her dress already.  As her breasts
became exposed, the sight of such large firm well-formed tits
evoked an immediate erection from my cock.  I noticed it evoked the
same response from Homes.  Jacobson was looking at us and our
erections with disapproval, but he said nothing.

As her garment went down, my eyes gravitated to her pussy.  As a
doctor, I have seen many, many a fine pussy.  At least externally,
this rated in the upper two percent in quality.

"Sit on the edge here, Charlotte," Homes said, patting the cushion.
I admired Homes' ability to pull his eyes away from her pussy.

Charlotte cooperated.

"Now lay back gently," instructed Homes.

"Good," said Homes, after she complied.  "Open your legs.  Let
them hang over the sides."

I moved over, just behind Homes on his left side, to get a glimpse
of the jewel Homes was viewing straight on.

"Very good, Charlotte," said Homes soothingly.

I glanced over at Jacobson.  He appeared agitated.

Homes moved forward and bent his face down toward her pussy.  He
placed his hands on opposite sides of her pussy.  As if to just
make sure she did not close her legs upon his head.

Homes looked over her pussy.  His face was in close proximity.

"Hmmmm," said Homes.

"You discover something?" said Jacobson, hopefully.

"Perhaps," said Homes.  His inscrutable self.

Homes brought his nose down to her pussy.  She twitched as his nose
brushed against her pubic hair and again as she felt his exhales
against her flesh.

Homes sniffed in her scent deeply.

Charlotte giggled.

"What did you have for lunch today, Miss?" inquired Homes.

"Ummm...fish and chips," she replied.

"Yes, I thought so," said Homes.  "But there are other smells here
that need identification."

He breathed in deeply again.  He licked his lips as if ruminating
and breathed in again.

"There is a certain..."  Homes trailed off.

He breathed in deeply.

"Yes...Yes..." Homes said, as he sucked in her odor. "A slight hint
of...coal, I believe."

Homes breathed her in again.

"Hmmm, and I think something else.  Yes!" Homes said excitedly,
but as often is the case he kept his discovery to himself.

I noticed Jacobson was about to speak, so I quickly placed my index
finger over my mouth to indicate quiet.  It was masterful to watch
Homes work and I knew he appreciated minimal distractions.

"I observe that the man licked you," said Homes.

"Yes," said Charlotte.

"Like this?" Homes asked, as he ran his tongue up her pussy toward
her clit.

Charlotte's body jumped as his tongue moved upon her lower lips.

Homes continued to pass his tongue over her pussy.  As Charlotte
squirmed and breathed harder, I got the singular impression that
she was enjoying the movements of Homes.

"Did he feel like this?" asked Homes.  He probed his pointy tongue
inside her.

"No..." said Charlotte breathily, "His tongue was fatter."

"Not surprising," said Homes.  Homes had one of the pointiest
tongues I had ever seen.

"Wadshot," said Homes "Would you mind probing your tongue into Miss
Charlotte, so she can compare your tongue against the man who licked
her earlier?"

"Certainly," I said.  I was always happy to help Homes out in any
way I could on a case.

"Is this really necessary?" said Jacobson, breaking his silence.

"Yes, said Homes, matter-of-factly.  He stood up and walked over to
her right side near her breasts.  "I have determined much already,
but there is more to learn."

I noticed her tits did not sag to the side, but stood up proudly like
little hills.  Aw, the joys of youth.  I moved in between her legs.

Homes peered curiously at her tits and moved his head downward and
examined them from different angles without touching them.

I stuck my tongue out and licked upon Charlotte's pussy.  When
Charlotte jolted to the sudden touch of my tongue, I heard Homes
speak.

"Feel the tongue touching you, Charlotte.  Does it feel like the
tongue that touched you earlier?  As it probes inside you, does it
feel fatter or thinner than the one that was inserted into you?
Is it warmer?  What about technique?  What movements are the same
from what your attacker did and what I did and what the kind Dr.
Wadshot is doing?  Does your clit feel hot?

Charlotte was trembling as I lavished her.  Homes briefly stopped
from his questioning.  She was breathing hard.  I think I had her
almost to coming.

"Did he suck on your clit?" investigated Homes.

"Yessssss," Charlotte said breathily.

Homes nodded to me and Charlotte thrusted her hips upward in
anticipation.  I went down and sucked on her little nucleus.  She
instantly moaned as I pulled on her clit with my lips and ran my
tongue over it.

"Ohhhh!" Charlotte cried out and collapsed, breathing hard.

I licked up her extra juices that were on my face after her orgasm.

"So Charlotte," said Homes, calmly.  "How does Dr. Wadshot compare?"

"Dr...Dr...Dr. Wadshot's tongue feels about the same size," said
Charlotte, out of breath and a little unfocused. "But the Doctor is
much more skilled at...at...this."

"Well, good news, Wadshot," said Homes, "If it was not for your way
with and understanding of the female body, I would have to accuse you
of wanting to ravish our young lady."

Homes smiled.  A twinkle was in his eyes.

"Well, back to business," said Homes.  He again eyed her wonderful
tits.

"I think from the look of your breasts," said Homes, "that he was
very fond of squeezing them."

"Yes," said Charlotte, in amazement.

"If I am not mistaken," said Homes.  "I think I can see the slight
impression of his hands and fingers on your tits...do you mind if
I call them tits?"

"It's okay," said Charlotte.

"Thank you," said Homes.  "Wadshot, get a quill and the inkwell.
We are going to see how big the hands of this man was."

I got the items and brought them to Homes.  He took the quill, put
a very small amount of ink on it and then made a dot with the tip
of it on her right tit.  He repeated it four more times on her tit
and then put five dots on her other tit.

"Wadshot," said Homes, "Move around to the other side of the table.
I will want you to do something with her left tit."

I gladly obliged my long time friend.

I noticed even her uncle was curious on what Mr. Homes was up to
and moved a little closer to see.  He had hung back in respectful
modesty to his niece.

"Okay, Wadshot," said Homes, "The man is on top of her.  He is
obviously interested in such a wonderful expression of tits.
The man will certainly hold them and play with them.  Place your
right hand on her tit with the tips of your fingers placed on the
dots I have indicated.  I will do the same with this tit."

"Certainly, Homes," I replied.

I placed my right hand over her luscious tit.  My fingers went to
the right places.  Homes did the same with his tit.

"Give it a squeeze," said Homes, "and hold it."

I followed instructions.

Homes gave a look at his hand squeezing her tit and then looked
over to my hand squeezing her other tit.

"It looks like my thinner fingers are a closer match," said Homes.
"Your hands are large and can hold a good portion of her tit."

I gave her tit an involuntary squeeze.  It felt good in my hand.

Homes continued, "However, the hands that were on these tits were
smaller than mine.  How old was this man?"

"Uhhhh, I am not sure," said Charlotte.  "Late twenties?"

"Ah," said Homes.

Homes released her tit and walked back between her legs.  I felt
no compulsion to release her tit and unintentionally squeezed her
tit at a rhythmic slow pace.

Homes stuck out the bony index finger of his right hand.

"Now to find out a little more about this man," Homes said.  He
started to move his finger toward her pussy.

"Now just a minute," said Jacobson, "You are going too far, Mr.
Homes."

"On the contrary, Mr. Jacobson," answered Homes, a bit peevishly,
"We have not gone far enough yet."

Jacobson started to move forward, so I reluctantly released the
tit and stepped in between.

"Mr. Jacobson," I said, using my size to force him back a little.
"I think this is a time where it would be better for you to wait
downstairs.  At this time, I think you may become a distraction to
Charlotte and limit what she is able to tell us."

I moved Jacobson toward the door.  Jacobson looked back and saw
Homes move his digit closer to her pussy.  I opened the door.

"Mr. Jacobson?" said Homes without looking away from the pussy.

Jacobson paused in the doorway.

"Come back at seven this evening.  I will have news for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Homes," said Jacobson.

"Good day," said Homes.

I closed the door behind Jacobson and heard him go down the stairs.
His heart must be heavy for his niece.

I hurried back over to Homes.  I think he waited for me.  I was
grateful.  He slowly inserted his finger into her.

Homes spoke.

"There is vaginal smallness, typical of a fourteen year old woman."

Homes pushed his finger in further.

"I am going past the cervix.  The pussy is very, very wet.  I am
moving my finger to touch her upper wall."

Charlotte moaned.

I saw Homes rotate his digit inside her pussy on all sides.

Charlotte moaned frequently

Homes pulled out his finger and looked at it.

"As you can see," said Homes, "There is much ejaculate from the sex,
but there is also very much juice from Charlotte herself.  I believe
the man has an erection that stands very erect when hard.  His cock
head may even touch his skin while standing naked.  He is likely a
young man, younger than Charlotte's guess."

"Excellent, Homes," I exclaimed.  My friend's abilities never ceased
to amaze me.

"Charlotte," said Homes, never wavering his attention.  He was never
one to bask in praise.  "I need you to scoot back on the cushions.
I need to climb up on the cushioned table and your body will bear my
weight for a little while."

Charlotte scooted back in compliance to the request.

Homes climbed up on table.  He spread her legs out further and moved
up over her.  I saw him rest the length of his erect cock upon the
slit of her pussy.  Homes had an impressive cock.  It was ten inches
long.  It looked too thin, but the long length just gave an illusion
that it was thin.  His cock was in fact of average fatness, as my
medical studies show.

Homes pushed his hips down upon Charlotte and I knew the pressure on
her clit was making her squirm.  He held the pressure for a good
long time.  When he released, she let out a long breath as though
she had held it, even though I know she did not.

Homes narrated his deeper investigation of her pussy to allow me to
learn as he learned.

"I am placing my cock head between our guest's pussy lips."

I saw Homes arch up his hips and aim his great cock downward.

"My cock is now between her pussy lips.  She feels warm and moist
upon my head.  It feels good."

"I am slowly pushing in now.  My cock is pushing toward her cervix.
No obstructions.  Unnnh!  She is tight.  I am pushing in harder to
enter through."

Charlotte was breathing hard.  Her eyes were closed and she appeared
to be sexually responsive to taking in the experience of Homes'
entering cock.

"I am...I am pushing in," said Homes, with some strain in his voice.

"Ah," said Charlotte, in what sounded like mild pain.

"I am almost in.  I am there."

Homes cock slid fully into her.

"OHHHH!" Charlotte cried out in apparent enjoyment, as his full ten
inches rushed into pussy.

"There appears to be no remnant of a hymen," said Homes.  "Also from
her tightness, the cock that entered into her most likely was fairly
thin.  Maybe only three quarters of average."

I took a mental note of that.

"My entry confirms that the man has a very erect dick."

"Charlotte," said Homes.

"Yes," said Charlotte, dreamily.  She smiled up at Homes.

"I am going to move my cock almost all the way back out and then
I am going to slid it back in.  You need to tell me how deep the
man's cock was when he was inside your pussy."

There was no response.  She looked as if her mind was somewhere else.

"Can you do that Charlotte?" Homes asked.

"Yes!" she said, almost happily, I perceived.  Her eyes were
distant.

"Excellent," said Homes.  "You have been most cooperative in our
investigation."

"First," said Homes, as he began to withdraw his cock, "I am going
to put my cock fully into you again. This is just to slicken my
cock.

Homes pushed deeply in.

"I need to do this several times," said Homes.

"That is okay, Mr. Homes," Charlotte said, huskily.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of her five times.

"Mmmmm," said Charlotte

"Now, Charlotte," said Homes, "I am going to push into you a
little way.  Try to feel my cock and see if this is how far the
man was inside you.  I am going to pull back out and push back in
a little farther each time.  When I get to the proper length, tell
me to stop."

Homes entered his long cock into her pussy just an inch.  We both
knew it was unlikely the erect cock was only an inch long, but it
is best to start short and put further cock into her on each
successive thrust.

Homes pulled out and then pushed in an inch and a half of his cock.
Homes had such amazing control of how much of his cock he could put
into a pussy.  I knew of no other man with the precision of Homes.

He pulled back out.  Two inches went in.  Out.  Two and a half
inches.  Out.  Three inches.  Out.  Three and a half.  Out.  Four
inches.

At four inches,  Homes became more precise.  He was in a more
reasonable range for the size of an erect cock, so he went by only
quarters of an inch.

Exactly only four and a quarter of his cock entered Charlotte.
Out again he pulled and then inserted four and a half.  Homes'
amazing abilities were again on display.  Four and three quarters.

Homes inserted five inches into her and held it for a few extra
moments.  He looked down into Charlotte's face.  She looked up into
his eyes, smiled, and said nothing.

Homes inserted five and a quarter and again waited briefly.

He slowly entered five and a half, Charlotte moaned and he paused
again.  I thought he was about to say something to Charlotte, but
instead he pulled back out and then inserted five and three
quarters.

"Miss Charlotte?" said Homes, and he held his position inside her.

"More, Mr. Homes," said Charlotte, puffing out her words.  "Insert
more into me."

"Are you sure, Charlotte?" said Homes.

"More, please," said Charlotte.

This was most curious.  Homes was rarely wrong.  Surely his pausing
was because he felt he was in the correct range of the size of the
man's cock.

"Very well, Charlotte," said Homes.

Six inches of Homes' cock entered Charlotte's pussy.  After a few
more deeper thrusts seven inches were in.  Then eight inches.
Charlotte moaned softly which each successive Homes entry.

Eight inches!  I was surprised.  This man's cock was on the large
size.  Homes eventually thrusted nine inches into her, but she
still didn't stop him.

Finally the full ten inches of Homes' cock was inside the girl.

"Charlotte," said I, when Homes was fully inside her.  "Surely he
was not as big as Mr. Homes?"

"No, Dr. Wadshot," Charlotte said, as she turned her head to look
at me.  She looked at my erect cock.  "His cock was the same length
as yours, but about half as wide."

"Well, good doctor," said Homes, without turning away from looking
into the face of the young woman his cock was thrust into, "It
appears you have the right size of dick.  Except for your
exceptional diameter, of course.

My erect cock was only five inches long.  My medical studies told
me it was slightly shorter than average, but my cock was also fifty
percent fatter than average.  This attribue of my cock pleased many
a woman.

"Fortunately, Charlotte has confirmed," continued Homes, "that I
was correct in that the man had a five inch long cock, but thinner
than average."

"Perhaps, Mr. Homes," interrupted Charlotte, "it would be
beneficial to feel what it was like for the man to ejaculate
inside of me."

I was surprised at the sudden boldness of the young woman, but I
also knew this was something Homes would be considering.

"I think perhaps," said Homes "I might have enough data already,
but that would provide additional confirming information."

"Yes, Mr. Homes.  Do what you must need to do," Charlotte encouraged
him.  She did not seem to be reticent to this at all.

I watched Mr. Homes begin to stroke his cock inside of her.
Charlotte immediately began to moan.  It was evident she was already
in a heightened state of arousal due to Homes' investigation by his
cock into her pussy.

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" cried Charlotte, as the two bodies slapped and
thrusted together.  Perhaps she was not the demure young woman her
uncle portrayed her as.

"I am going to come, young Charlotte," said Homes in an
uncharacteristically emotional manner.  Uncharacteristic for Homes
generally, but not in the case of sexual frenzy.

"I am coming," ejaculated Homes.

"YESSSSSSSSS!" came Charlotte in loud voice.

I saw Charlotte body shake in uncontrolled spasm as Homes did some
final pumps as I am sure he was emptying his ejaculate into the
young woman's pussy.

"Oh, Mr. Homes." said Charlotte, gasping for breath.  "Your come
felt so powerful shooting against the flesh of my insides."

She sounded like she admired him, I thought.

"And you did so much!" added Charlotte.  "It was like your cock
was one of those new hoses the fire department uses."

This was a comparison I had heard before regarding Homes.  With
fire departments no longer using bucket brigades, the hose was a
frequent analogy to the power of his cock spray.

"Thank you, Miss Charlotte," said Homes, as I heard the gurgly sound
of his cock exiting her pussy.  "You have been most cooperative in
this investigation."

"My pleasure, Mr. Homes.  My pleasure," Charlotte said dazedly.

Homes got off the table and started drying his cock off with a
ready towel.

"I need to go to Worthing Street," said Homes, "and do a brief
investigation there."  He began to get dressed.  "I shall not be
very long."  He looked at the clock.  "It is thirty after three now.
I shall be back no later than thirty after six, but probably at six
on the hour."

Homes looked over at the sexual area of Charlotte's body.

"By jove!" Homes suddenly exclaimed.  "I have been thinking all
wrong!"

Homes motioned me to the door as he was about to leave.

"This will perhaps seem an odd request, good Doctor," Homes said
quietly.  "See if you can engage our pleasant guest in anal sex.
If you cannot, that is okay, but if you can I feel that will make
the evening all the better when everything comes to completion."

"I will try my best, Homes," said I.

"I can always count on you," said Homes.  He grabbed his satchel at
the door and off he went.

I knew from experience that fourteen year old young ladies can be
a bit skittish about penetration into one's anus.  I'd probably had
anal sex with at least twenty different woman who where sixteen or
younger.  It included one woman who turned thirteen years old only
seventeen days before I received the pleasure of merging into her
ass.  She actually was one of the more enjoyable ones since she
enjoyed it so much herself.  Often, however the girl is
unnecessarily nervous and that contributes, especially upon initial
entry, to an experience that is less than it should be.  Of course,
my extra fat cock contributed to that misconception of pain, when
it is actual pleasure.

I walked back over to Charlotte.  She was idly rubbing her tits in
the afterglow of her coupling with Homes.  A steady dripping of
Homes' come and her juices exited her pussy.

"Turn on to your stomach, Charlotte," said I, "I'll give you a rub
down to release any tensions from your experience this day."

"I think Mr. Homes took care of my tensions," replied Charlotte.

"I am a doctor," said I, in an authoritative manner, "And I can see
tensions in your body.  Please turn over."

"Okay, Doctor," said Charlotte, in proper respect of my authority
and she did turn over.

I climbed up on top of the table.  My legs straddled her body.

I began to rub and massage her back.  The touch of my hands, a
stranger's hands, made her tense up at first, but as Charlotte
became used to my gentle touch I felt her body relax and melt
into the table and under my hands.  I took a long extended time
to put her at ease.

I scooted lower on her body, so I could massage her ass.

"Doctor, I believe you are getting me wet," said Charlotte,
breaking the silence in the room.

My thoughts immediately turned to her pussy getting wet.

"I think your cock is dripping on me," she said.

Indeed, it was.  My arousal over Charlotte had me pre-coming, since
she first became naked.  Now, just being on top of her and rubbing
her body had my pre-come simply drooling out of my cock.

I did the reasonable thing.  I rubbed the natural lubricant onto
her ass.

"Let me sit between your legs," said I.

I raised up and she moved her legs underneath and I sat down upon
my knees behind her and between her legs.

Both my hands rubbed over her young firm cheeks.  My hands
frequently went to my cock and I rubbed my lubricant onto her ass.
I frequently squeezed her cheeks and felt the firmness that only
youth provides.  It did not take very long until her entire ass was
sticky with my come.

I trailed my index finger down her crack.  She was incredibly still
for an action that often is ticklish.   It was an indication of her
deep relaxed state.  I probed my finger into her pussy.  She opened
her legs a little wider and allowed me better access.

I pulled my finger out.  It contained the mixture of juices of Homes
and Charlotte.  I ran the juices along her crack.  I repeated the
action frequently.  Often I would stop at her anal hole and rub the
juices on it.  Her hole would pucker on my first initial touches,
but I took the necessary time and she became used to my touch there.

I inserted my finger again into her pussy.   This time I swirled it
around inside pussy.  I pulled my finger out.  It was extra moist.
I brought my finger to her hole again.  Instead of rubbing on it, I
kept my finger extended and slowly started to push it inside of her.

"Doctor?" Charlotte said, trepidation was in her voice.  But she
didn't pull away.

"Feel it, Charlotte," said I to soothe and calm her.  "Feel it feel
good to you."  I was into her hole to my first knuckle.

She was breathing hard.

I slowly pushed my finger deeper into her hole.  When I had my
digit fully inserted I left it there.  I felt her ass muscles
involuntarily clench against my finger.  I waited motionless for
a long time.  Finally, the tremors inside her ass began to subside.
I did a slow circle inside her hole with just the tip of my finger
and the ass tremors resumed but they also subsided much faster this
time.  I pulled my finger just slightly out and then snuggled it fully
back inside.

Charlotte exhaled breathily.

I repeated the finger retreat-and-return a little farther this time.

"Ahhhhhh," Charlotte said with heavy breath.

A little bit farther I finger stroked.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Charlotte repeated.

I started to stroke my finger inside her ass hole.  I pulled my
finger only half way out each time.

Charlotte was quiet, but after a few minutes she was pushing her ass
back at my finger.

"How are you feeling?" I inquired to Charlotte as I slowly finger
boffed this beautiful fourteen year old's ass.

"Good," said Charlotte, "And a little strange.  Good. Good. I
feel good."

I felt things were preceding reaonably with Charlotte.  I did not
expect Homes back in over an hour, and I was becoming more hopeful
that I would be able to tell him I was successful.

I slowly pulled my finger completely out of her hole.  Her right
hand came immediately to her hole and she slowly felt it.

"Excellent, Charlotte," said I, "Get up on your hands and knees and
we will continue."

She got up as per my request and looked back at me.

I inserted my index and my middle finger into her pussy this time
and well lubricated them in her inner juices.

I pulled my fingers out and slowly began to insert my index finger
back into her ass hole.  Charlotte closed her eyes and returned her
head to face forward as my finger began to move past her ring.  I
repetitively stroked my finger fully into her.  Just the tip of my
finger remained in her on the out stroke.

After a few minutes, she was slightly pushing her ass back at my
finger, and she seemed to be breathing in an aroused manner.

I stopped with my fingertip just inside her and started to insert
my middle finger.

"Unhhh," she said, as she felt her hole stretched wider as I
inserted additional width into her.  However, she did not back
away from me.

I slowly and carefully pushed both fingers into her depths.

"How does it feel?" said I.

"Okay," said Charlotte, "A bit peculiar."

"Do you mind if I start to stroke my fingers inside you?" I
inquired.

"No," said Charlotte.

I began to move both fingers within her.  After a small amount of
time, I heard her slowly moan every time my fingers penetrated
inward.  And finally again, she start to slightly push back to me.

With my free hand, I grabbed my cock.  I looked down at how it lined
up with her pussy and adjusted it as was needed.  On a out stroke of
her ass, I pulled my fingers out, adjusted my body so my cock was
just outside of her pussy, grabbed hold of her hips with both hands
and thrusted my cock into her.

Her head snapped up as she felt me enter her.  I imagine she was a
little surprised.  She had plenty of lubrication inside her, but I
still had to push firmly to get fully inside her.  I felt her walls
stretch as I pushed into her.  I could not match the length of Homes,
so I could not touch her in the depths that he could.  However, very
few men could match the snug fit inside a pussy that my cock could
provide.

"Unnh," Charlotte said, as I stretched her further.

And then I was inside and the rest of my modest length of five
inches filled her.

"Doctor Wadshot!" exclaimed Charlotte, when I was in and no longer
had to work to push into her.

"It feels different than Homes, correct?" said I.  I took a page
from my medical studies in psychology.  I steered the
conversation in the manner I wanted it to go.

"Yes," said Charlotte.

"But it feels just as good, but in a different way, correct?" said
I.  I took a long stroke inside her pussy.

"Yes," said Charlotte, trying to catch her breathe since she tried
to speak when I moved inside her.

I began to slowly stroke my cock inside her pussy.  When she began
to moan in pleasure, I pushed my two fingers back into her ass hole.

I moved all my insertions into her body slowly.  I wanted her to
get used to a fuller feeling.  I had not yet completed Homes'
request, but I felt the right moment was soon to be present.

After about ten minutes of slow stroking, she was in a highly
aroused state.  She was close to having an orgasm and I was afraid
the tightness of her pussy and the excitement of boffing this pretty
young woman would put me over the edge.

I extricated my fingers from her hole.  I held on to her hips
tightly and gave her several long hard thrusts.

"OOOOHHHH!" Charlotte cried out with each thrust.

In her heightened, near orgasmic state, I pulled my cock out of her
pussy and lined it up to her ass hole.  Before she knew what had
happened, I started to push my fat cock into her ass.  I held her
tight as I pushed at her opening.  My cock head wedged open the hole
to the diameter of my two fingers and started to open her wider.  I
applied more pressure to open her up farther than before.

"Doc...tor!?" Charlotte said.

I was focused.  I could barely hear her.  She would be one of the
smaller asses I had ever entered, but not the smallest.  There were
at least four smaller asses I had ejaculated in.  One gal was even
seventeen at the time.

"Toooooo....biggggg," Charlotte said.  There was strain in her
voice.

"Will feel even better than my fingers," said I to reassure her.
"Just breathe deeply to relax.  Remember I am a doctor.  I would
never harm  you."

Charlotte tried to take my advice and I thought she did a good
job following it, but occasionally she would breathe hard as I know
she at times felt an unfortunate quick pain as I opened her up.

Her hole continued to open to my pressure.  Once the cock head gets
past the ring the rest of the cock will slide in easily.

She started to breathe hard again as my fat cock tore part of her
ring.

"Breathe out on my count," I instructed.

"One...two...three...out," I said.  She breathed out and I applied
a little extra pressure.  She breathed in and I slowed the
pressure.

"One...two...three...out," I said again.  I pushed again as she
exhaled.

"Ahhh!" Charlotte said.  I made some good progress on that thrust.
I was almost there.  The thought almost made me orgasm right then,
but fortunately I have learned some control techniques.

"Again," I said,  "One...two...three...out"

Progress.

I repeated it just two more times and then I penetrated her.

"Unnnnhhh" Charlotte exclaimed in sudden surprise.  The pressure
was not there anymore, but my very fat cock was suddenly inside her
ass.

I gently pushed in a little deeper.  I didn't want some sudden
twitch of her ass to knock my cock out of her hole.  When I thought
I was far enough in, I paused.  I knew she would need to get use to
the stretched out sensation.  This was much bigger than my two
fingers.

When her breathing calmed, I pushed in a little deeper.  Her
breathing picked up again as I stretched a deeper section of her
hole and I waited again.  Again she calmed and again I pushed
deeper.  After a couple of more calm-and-pushes I was fully inside
her.

When her body and breathing was calm for a few minutes, I throbbed
my cock inside her.

"Ummmm," she responded.

I repeated the throb and got the same response from her each time,
but her voice started to sound more aroused.

I slowly backed out my cock until just the head was inside her.

"Uhhhhh" Charlotte said.

I slowly inserted back into her.

"Ahhhhhh," she said.  She'd be a little sensitive at first I knew.

I started to slowly thrust inside her ass.  Never coming fully out,
I did not want to cause any additional pain reentering her.  I
thrusted slowly and tenderly until her "uhhhh's" and "ahhhhhh's"
became "Mmmmmm's"

"How does it feel now, Charlotte?" I asked her.  "I know it hurt a
little at first but how do you feel now?"

"Good, doctor," said Charlotte, with deep breath, "Oddly and
surprisingly very good."

I felt I could start to speed up my thrusts, so I put a second
horse on to my carriage, metaphorically, to provide more power.

"Oh, oh, my goodness," said Charlotte with passion, as my movements
inside her hole increased.

I moved into medium speed.

"Oh, oh, oh" Charlotte cried in obvious joy and pleasure.  She
thrusted her ass back at me and I penetrated her even deeper.

I could feel my balls start to boil.  I held her hips tightly and
I started to thrust into her ass as hard and fast as I could.

"OHHHHHH!   OHHHHH!  OHHHHHH!" cried out Charlotte.  Rather loudly,
I thought.

Her body shook and I knew she was orgasming.  Her body's movements
pushed me over the edge and my cock exploded like a stick of
dynamite inside her.  The shrapnel of my come went everywhere inside
her hole.   My time in the Army leads me to different analogies
sometimes.

Homes and I had once compared our come quantity.   I knew my fat
cock could ejaculate in quantity equally to his long cock.  I had
learned some secrets to increase the quantity of my come during the
time I spent in India.  Her hole could not contain my quantity and
much come spurted out of her hole.  My experience knew it would hit
me in the belly and it did.

I released her hips and she collapsed on to the table.  I must have
been holding her up.  My cock was yanked out of her hole.

"Oh, doctor.  Good doctor," Charlotte mumbled.

I stumbled off the table and held on to it briefly for stability, so
I would not fall down.  I looked over to Charlotte and she was fast
falling contently asleep.  Homes and I must have worn her out.
That is one thing youth did not have.  Endurance.  Only experience
gained endurance.

I cleaned myself up and got dressed.  I sat back in my reading
chair.

***

I found myself being awaken by Surefuck Homes.  A quick glance at
the clock said six o'clock.

"Well, Wadshot!  Well done," he said to me.  I was still trying to
clear my mind from the nap.

"I see you did her in the ass.  Well done, indeed," said Homes.

With that pleasant thought, my mind cleared immediately.  "Anything
to help my friend," said I.

"I think we should ask our guest to get cleaned up," said Homes.
"I took the liberty of getting some extra towels from Mrs. Hunter."

Homes went over to Charlotte.  He gently rolled her over and began
to squeeze her tits.  "Wake up, Charlotte.  Wake up," he said
softly.  At times, Homes could be a very sensitive man.

Charlotte opened her eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Homes.  It is good to see you again," said Charlotte, with
excitement in her voice.

"It is good to see you too," Homes said.  He gently kissed her on
the forehead.  "Here are some towels.  Please wipe and clean
yourself up with these the best you can."  Homes saw her ass covered
with my come.  "Though I know you will not be able to get completely
clean.  Once you are done, do not get dressed.  Sit up on this
table."

"Okay," she said.  She sat up and got off the table.

Just watching her rub the towels over and into her pussy, in her
crack, and cleaning her hole, got me raging erect again.  I would
need to release myself later.

Once Charlotte was clean as she could possibly get, she sat on the
edge of the table like Homes requested of her.

"What now, Mr. Homes?" she said.

Homes, again sitting in the chair next to me, opened his eyes,
raised a single finger to his lips, and then closed his eyes again
and resumed thought.

Charlotte saw me looking at her and she opened her legs, so I could
view her pussy.

Right at seven o'clock, there was a knock at the door.  Charlotte
jumped at the sudden noise.

"Close your legs, please, Charlotte," said Homes without opening
his eyes.

"How did you know?" she asked as she closed her legs.

"I know Dr. Wadshot very well," he replied.

"Enter!" Homes said.

Mrs. Hunter opened the door.

"Mr. Wilton Henry Jacobson the Third, sir" she said.

"Show him up," said Homes.

This time Jacobson waited downstairs before coming up.

"Mr. Jacobson!  Welcome.  Please have a seat,"  Homes said.

"Mr. Homes," said Jacobson.  He looked over to his naked niece as
he sat down.  His face showed concern about her nakedness, but
relief that she seemed to be okay.

"We are waiting for another visitor," said Homes and lapsed back
into silence.

Five minutes later, another knock came on the door.

"Enter," said Homes.

Instead of Mrs. Hunter, a young man of eighteen was at the door.

"Mr. Homes?" he said, as he entered in brusquely.  "What is this
about an injury to my dear Charlotte?"  He looked at each of
the men in the room.

"I am Mr. Homes," Homes said, "and the injury was a ruse to get
you here."

"What?" said the young man, and then he saw Charlotte, naked,
sitting on the table.

"Charlotte!" he exclaimed.

"Thomas," she said.  She was trying to remain calm, but there was
happiness in her voice.

"What is going on, Mr. Homes?" said Jacobson.

"This is the young man who had sex with Charlotte at about quarter
after twelve today," answered Homes.

"What!" Jacobson said.  He began to rise from his chair, glaring
at Thomas.

"But he did not rape her," said Homes.

"Huh?" said Jacobson.  He sat back down, looked at Homes, then at
Charlotte, and then back at Homes."

"When did you know, Mr. Homes?" asked Charlotte.  Jacobson looked
at Charlotte.  He looked like he had been punched in the gut.

"I admit I'm a bit confused here too, Homes," said I.

"Simplicity, my dear Wadshot," said Homes.

He began to explain.

"I must admit that I myself was momentarily distracted by the
beauty of your niece, Mr. Jacobson.  This kept me from the
observation that this was not a rape case."

"When getting off of Miss Charlotte after enjoying a rousing
ejaculation,  I began to clean myself with a towel.  I gazed back
toward my point of insertion, namely Charlotte's pussy, and
noticed the unmistakable presence of pre-come around her ass hole.
The dryness and crustiness of its appearance gave no doubts to what
it was.  It definitely could not be mine because my spillage out of
her sweet pussy was very moist and sticky due to the recentness of
my release.   This realization disappointed me at first after such
an experience with Charlotte, but I had to go where the evidence
indicated.  Nor could I let an innocent man be accused of a crime."

"My mind was now awakened from the intoxicant that I let Charlotte
be to me.  I was back to thinking clearly.  I noted that Charlotte's
anal ring appeared unmolested.  There were no cock marks indicating
attempted penetration.  There was only the dried evidence of a cock
interested in entering her anally."

"Then I reflected upon my cock's entrance into Charlotte's pussy.
Unfortunately, I had previously been thinking with my cock head,
when I should have been thinking with my brain head and sensing
with my cock head.  Nevertheless, I was able to reverse the
experience in my mind.  I thought about my coupling with Charlotte
and recalled the senses of my cock.  The pussy I was in was a pussy
that had had the same cock in it at least fifty times.  Including
the last time.  The time called rape.  And that cock is the one which
our new guest, Mr. Thomas Bardon has."

"It is as you say, Mr. Homes," said Charlotte.

I saw Mr. Jacobson hang his head down.

"Yes, I thought so much," said Homes,  "When I entered your pussy,
it formed the groove shape it was accustomed to - Thomas' cock.  I
think I have de-grooved you however with my cock."

"And Dr. Wadshot has, too," added Charlotte.

Homes continued.

"So I went to Worthing Street to try to determine a man who worked
in the coal mine and drank Alterson Ale, which is the other smell
I detected.  Alterson Ale is an inexpensive ale which few bars
carry.  It is a popular alcohol with young coal miners, since they
can afford very little.  I know that The Green Lion Tavern is a
favorite establishment for coal workers on Worthing Street and it
vends Alterson Ale.  I went to the bathroom frequently at this place
and eventually was positive I discovered the man.  So I arranged to
have a message delivered to him which regarded an injury to
Charlotte.  The timing of the message delivery would have Mr. Bardon
show up here just after seven o'clock, as he promptly did."

Jacobson looked over at his niece as if to tell her to repudiate
Mr. Homes' words.

"I am sorry Uncle to cause you all these difficulties this day," said
Charlotte.  She looked at him as she spoke.

Jacobson looked back at the floor and would not look at her while
she spoke.  He had been dealt a deep blow.

Charlotte began her story.

"We were boffing, making love to you Uncle Wilton, up in Thomas' one
room flat located on Worthing Street.  I so enjoy having Thomas' cock
inside me.  We've been seeing each other for almost four months.
About two and a half months ago, we started having sex.  Almost every
work day evening I am at Thomas Bardon's residence and we make
passionate love.  Indeed, you are correct Mr. Homes regarding over
fifty times.  This afternoon was our fifty-second.  I chronicle each
time in my personal journey.

"The last two weeks, we have been together only five times.  On
those times, Thomas requested of me anal sex..."

"Anal sex?" I interrupted.  I think I was understanding what was
going on.

"Yes," said Charlotte.

I looked at Jacobson.

"Do you feel ill?" I inquired of him.

"I'll be okay," Jacobson responded weakly.

Despite his reassurance, as a responsible doctor, I stood up and
poured some elixir into a glass.  I knew the tonic had a calming
effect.

"Drink this," I said, handing him the glass.

"Thank you, Doctor," Jacobson said, before he drank it down."

"Go ahead, Miss Charlotte," said Homes, as I sat back down.  "You
were talking about Thomas' interest in penetrating you anally."

"Thank you, Mr. Homes," said Charlotte, "As I was saying, the last
five times Thomas and I have been together, he requested anal entry.
Each time I have rebuffed him.  We end up making passionless love.
The ejaculate experience is unsatisfactory.

"So on this day, I have the specific excitement of being with Thomas
the entire afternoon and not just the evening.  I greatly
anticipated Thomas coming in my pussy many times and myself
experiencing frequent orgasms.  So, it is just past noon, I am on my
back and I am enjoying the feeling of Thomas' energetic cock thrusts
into my pussy.  His hands are tightly holding my tits.  We change
positions and now I am on my hands and knees and Thomas is vigorously
thrusting his cock into me from behind.  I am nearly to orgasm when
he pulls his cock out of me and start trailing his cock in my ass
crack.  He frequently rubs it upon my hole.  I know what is coming.
I know what he is going to say.  'Thomas!  No!', I tell him.  He sits
back on his legs and says, 'I want to'.  'I cannot do it',  I tell
him.  I am angry.  This is the fifth straight time together we are
talking about this.  I do not want to ruin a potentially fine
afternoon.

"Then Thomas tells me he is ending our relationship.  He will find a
woman who will give him all the anal sex he wants.  He orders me to
get dressed and get out of his place and his sight. He calls me a
second-class slut and tells me that a first-class slut does anal.

"I am heartbroken and I am very angry.  I love Thomas.  I was sure
he loved me.  I freely gave him my body and he is just going to end
it this way.  So I decide to tear my dress, dishevel my hair and
make it look like I was raped.  I still had Thomas' earlier
ejaculate from an hour ago ensconced inside my pussy, so that
abetted my claim."

As frequent is the case, I thought, it all comes down to a woman
scorned.  And at only age fourteen.  She would be a dangerous
hellcat by the time she was eighteen, I surmised.

"I went to the constable," said Charlotte, "and said I was violated.
They immediately contacted my uncle to come to the station.  While I
was waiting, I had second thoughts.  I love Thomas.  Perhaps he
would change his mind.  Even if he chose to be with another woman,
my love for him would not let me put him in prison.  So I was a bit
uncooperative with the police, but I am not sure they could have
found Thomas' even if I told them his address."

Homes smiled a knowing smile.

"So, Mr. Homes," said Charlotte, "Uncle Wilton decided to come
here.  I have heard of you, but I did not think you could find my
lover.  I am most impressed."

"Thank you for your kind words, Miss Charlotte," said Homes, "and
thank you for being so forth right at this time.  You are a most
intelligent and charming young woman."

Homes looked at the newest visitor.

"Do you have anything to say, Mr. Bardon?" asked Homes.

"No, sir," said the young man, "What Charlotte has told you is
correct.  When I heard she was hurt, which I see was now a ruse, I
immediately rushed over to see about her condition.  I love
Charlotte, Mr. Homes."

"Charlotte?" said Homes.  "Are you ready to let Thomas put his cock
up your ass?"

"Yes, Mr. Homes," came Charlotte's truthful sounding reply, "I am."
She looked lustily as Thomas.

Thomas had a quizzical look.

"Then show him now," instructed Homes.  He moved his index finger in
a circle, pointed down.

Charlotte spun around on the table and got up on her hands and knees,
just as she was when I was the first one to have a cock in her ass.

Thomas now looked in shock.  His eyes were wide and perspiration
formed upon his forehead.

"Go to her now, Thomas!" commanded Homes.

"Sir?" said Thomas.

Homes nodded.

Thomas began to rapidly strip off his clothes.  It was almost
comical to watch.

I could see Charlotte's ass hole was still half way open since the
large penetration of my cock into it.

And then I saw Thomas' thin cock easily enter her hole and the two
young lovers began the enravishment of ecstasy.

"I am grateful, Mr. Homes," said Jacobson, as he stood to prepare
to leave.  "It is not the answer I wanted to hear, but it is
the truth and that is more important."

"Indeed, it is," said Homes.

"What do I owe you?" inquired Jacobson.

Homes looked over at Charlotte, and then to me.  We made eye
contact.  He looked again to Charlotte, and finally to Jacobson
and spoke.

"Oh, I think you have paid me and the good doctor enough!  Good
evening!"


THE END.

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