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   Monica Remembers

   Chapter 16

   Bonoboworld copyright 2010



   Monica's dad recollects:

   Doctor Peyton's office was very bright and cheery with lots of
children's games and toys in the waiting area.  On a big side table next to
a cordovan leather sofa there was a large bowl of fruit, a water cooler and
some cups.  There were three little boys playing a board game who were all
younger than Monica, and two women in their late twenties who sat opposite
them reading magazines.  The walls were painted in vibrant colors and had
murals of kids going to school and playing different sports.

   I signed Monica in at the receptionist's desk and she gave me a patient
information form to fill out that already had Monica's name handwritten on
it in green ink.  I noticed some of the questions were unusually personal,
but then, Doctor Peyton was an unusual doctor.  We took a seat and I filled
out the form while Monica pretended to read a kid's magazine and peeked at
the boys from time to time.

   Before long, two young girls came out from the door to the examination
rooms and left with the little boys and the two women.  About thirty
seconds later a very petite and good looking young Asian girl in her late
teens or early 20s opened same door and told us, "Professor and Miss
Monica, the doctor is ready to see you now."

   Monica took my hand and as we walked through the door to the examination
rooms the young lady said, "My name is Kimi and I'm Doctor Peyton's nurse."


   "How old are you, Kimi, and how long have you worked for the doctor?" I
asked.

   "I'm twenty-one and I've worked for Doctor Peyton for eight months, but
my family knew her before that," she cheerfully replied.

   "What country are you from?" Monica asked.

   "I'm from a country called Japan.  Have you ever been there?" said Kimi.

   "No, but I love Japanese sushi and origami!  We learned how to fold
paper swans in fifth grade," beamed Monica.

   "I like sushi, too, but I never studied origami," Kimi smiled back.  She
led us to a door with a small picture of kittens playing with a ball of
yarn on it, pushed it partway open and said, "This is the girls' gyn-ob
room.  Monica, just help yourself to some candy in the dish on the little
table.  I'll be back in a second with two little suction needles to take
samples of Monica's and your blood, professor."

   "That's fine," I replied as she stepped out.

   "Why does she need to take a sample of your blood, too, daddy?" Monica
asked.

   "Because I'm your baby's daddy and our baby will have both our genes and
share other things from our blood, so they need to see that both of us have
strong healthy blood that's compatible," I did my best to answer.

   In another minute Kimi returned wearing latex examination gloves and
carrying a suction needle kit, some alcohol and cotton balls.  She tied
some thin rubber surgical tubing around Monica's upper arm.  Then she held
her index and middle fingers together to tap the veins inside Monica's
elbow to get one to rise, put some alcohol on a cotton ball and swabbed it
over the largest vein.  My very determined little girl looked away and
flinched just a little as Kimi smoothly inserted the suction needle that
projected from a small glass vacuum tube into her vein.  She turned the cap
of the tube the tiniest bit and the needle filled the tube with Monica's
blood in about five seconds flat.

   "Very good, Monica!  You handled that very bravely!" Kimi remarked.

   "Thanks," Monica said very seriously.

   Then the nurse quickly removed the needle, pressed another cotton ball
she'd dipped in alcohol over the spot and bent Monica's elbow up to hold
the cotton in place.  "Please hold the cotton ball in place like that for a
minute or two while I take your father's sample," she said.

   She put the small glass tube containing the sample on a sterile cotton
pad lying in a metal tray on the nearby desk counter and disposed of the
first used cotton ball.

   I knew Monica didn't like needles, but then neither did I.  The nurse
repeated her procedure with me and then said, "Miss Monica, please remove
your clothes and hang them on those little hooks behind the door.  Once
you've undressed, please take a seat on the paper covered chair next to the
examination chair."

   "Kimi, should I go wait in the front waiting room until she's through?"
I asked.

   "No, professor, Doctor Peyton always has expectant daughters and daddies
together with her during the examination," she smiled at me.  Then she
gathered the blood samples and left the room, closing the door behind her.

   Monica unbent her elbow and looked gingerly at the small spot of blood
on the alcohol saturated ball of cotton.  Seeing that it was very tiny,
indeed, she threw the cotton ball away and went over to the candy dish and
poked through the little candies in their wrappers to see what flavors were
there.

   "Daddy, would you like apple, watermelon or grape?"

   "Apple, honey."

   "Okay, I'll have watermelon," she said.  She passed me a piece,
unwrapped her candy and popped it into her mouth, then sat down in the
chair next to mine.

   I looked over at the little metal examination chair with all its moving
parts and its two small stirrups.

   "Monica this is the pre-teen version of the examining chair that big
ladies sit in at the gynecologist's office," I remarked.

   "It sure is funny looking," Monica replied.  "It looks like the kind of
chair you'd go deep sea fishing in." We both had to laugh at that.

   I commented, "Well, I guess the doctor is kind of going fishing in your
little vunnel looking for a baby," and we both laughed again.

   We sat sucking our candy for a few minutes and then we heard a soft
knock at the door.  The doctor opened it and said, "Hello, Monica and
Alvin, how are you doing today?"

   "Fine, Doctor Peyton," we answered, "How are you?"

   "Busy as a beaver!" she grinned, and we chuckled as she stepped into the
room carrying a manila folder.  She placed the folder on the table next to
the candy dish and flipped it open.  She was wearing her white lab coat,
which she proceeded to unbutton to reveal she was all but nude underneath.
She wore only a pair of white comfortable walking shoes, white footie socks
and a pale pink bustier that supported her abundant bust but fully exposed
two-thirds of her spectacular tits to show off her prominent areolas and
nipples.  I noticed they were very large even when they weren't erect. 
After hanging the lab coat on the back of my chair she began reading
Monica's patient information form.

   "Hmm," she said, "mumps at age four...allergic to tapioca, tobacco, cat
dandruff, liverwurst and house dust...sexually active from age five, lost
her virginity with father and step-mother at age nine, able to fully accept
her father's lovely eight inch penis in her vagina by age eleven, and
pregnant by father at twelve and six months...mother put her on neo-natal
vitamins at half adult dose at six weeks...no major problems to this
point...weight gain of seven and a half pounds at just over five months
..." She paused and looked up at me, "So far so good."

   "Doctor Peyton, may I please ask you a question?" Monica asked.

   "Yes, honey-bun?"

   "Why are you nude under your lab coat at the office?"

   "Why, because, sugar, I think that if I have to ask little girls to
undress it's only fair that I undress, too," she replied.

   "That sounds sensible," Monica nodded and sat back in her chair for a
moment, swinging her legs back and forth under her seat.

   "May I please ask you another question?"

   "You surely may," said Cheryl.

   "Mommy told me you don't have a baby so how come your boobs still have
milk?  I asked her and she told me to ask you."

   "That's a good question, sweetie.  I take special hormones to help my
breasts lactate and make milk because I enjoy letting my sons and other
lovers drink my milk while they feel my boobs and suck my tits.  It feels
very good and special and breast milk is very nutritious and filled with
antibodies that help protect children from catching diseases and getting
sick.  It's called extraordinary breast feeding," Cheryl replied.

   "Can I do ex-tordinary breast feeding after I have my baby?" Monica
asked.

   "Ex-tra-or-din-ary, honey...and yes, you can do it, too, if you like,"
she answered.

   "Extra-or-dinary," Monica smiled, very pleased with herself.

   Cheryl then said, "Now Monica, hold this thermometer under your tongue
while I take your pulse." After a minute or two, the doctor wrote down that
information and removed the thermometer from Monica's mouth.  Then she
opened a cabinet and withdrew a stethoscope.  She put the little ear buds
in her ears and pressed the round metal piece against Monica's chest over
her heart.

   "Why are you listening to my heart after you took my pulse?' Monica
asked.

   "To listen for any abnormalities that can tell me whether you have any
heart problems or might develop them when you give birth, now shhh, little
chatterbox, and let me listen," Cheryl said smiling.

   "I'll be quiet, I promise," said Monica.

   The doctor moved the stethoscope's end-piece around to various positions
on Monica's chest and back and made her breath and cough and breath some
more.  Then she grinned at us and said, "She sounds fine--hearty and hail!
Her lungs sound excellent, too."

   She hung her stethoscope on a little hook inside the open glass door to
one of her cabinets, turned to us and said, "Okay, Monica, now I need for
you to please have a seat on the examination chair so I can take a close-up
look at your girl parts."

   "Okay, Doctor Peyton," Monica said cheerfully as she jumped up to
comply.

   Cheryl released two catches on the chair legs to lower the stirrups so
Monica could sit down and put her feet in them.  Once Monica had taken a
seat she exclaimed, "Ooh, the metal's cold!"

   "That's alright, hon, your skin will warm it up," Cheryl replied.  Then
she strapped Monica's ankles into the stirrups with two nylon fasteners to
hold her legs still while she examined her, slowly tilted the chair back
and lifted the leg supports up and farther apart before locking everything
into position.

   Then she announced, "I need to call Kimi in for the next part of the
examination."

   She left the room for a minute, returned with Kimi and said, "Kimi,
Monica and the professor are very special patients so I need you to undress
to help me examine Monica's breasts and prepare for the rest of the exam."

   "Yes, Doctor Peyton," Kimi obediently replied.

   She removed her shoes and purple nurse's smock and matching cotton
pants, then peeled off her black bra and panties.  She was a pretty little
thing with ivory white skin, medium-sized breasts, and a small trim black
pubic thatch.  Her sexiest features were her pouty lips and sultry almond
bedroom eyes.  Her legs weren't too bad, either.

   "Kimi, help me palpitate Monica's breasts and check for lumps.  Remember
what I taught you to check for as signs that she's preparing to lactate,"
said Doctor Peyton.

   "Yes, ma'am."

   Then she said, "Monica, lamb, Kimi and I are going to feel your breasts
and then suck your nipples for a bit to make sure they're healthy and
getting ready to make milk for your baby, alright?"

   "Yes, Doctor Peyton," answered Monica.

   The doctor and Kimi each gently took a breast in one hand and gingerly
felt all around it with the fingertips of the other.  Then they lightly
squeezed every part of each breast, including the areolas.  Lastly they
both began to lick from the base of the areolas to the tip of the nipples
from every side and then suck the teats.  Monica closed her eyes and rested
her hands on the backs of their heads as they suckled.  Soon she was
breathing deeply and sighing.  After a minute or so of this the doctor
lifted her head and tapped Kimi on her shoulder and they switched breasts
and repeated this process.  Monica's soft pants and sighs filled the room.

   Finally the doctor lifted her head and asked her nurse, "Kimi, what is
your opinion?"

   Kimi replied in her soft high voice, "Excellent coloration, skin tone,
texture and glandular cohesion.  The nipples display very good erectile
response with no premature distension.  Structure of both breasts is smooth
and even with no lumps or atypical swellings.  I would say her breasts are
in perfect health and developing well in preparation for lactation."

   "I concur," replied Doctor Peyton.  "Now I'm going to examine her
vagina. Professor, if you've never seen this you might want to watch
closely.  All us girls are biological miracles but young girls are extra
special, especially when they're pregnant.  Kimi, why don't you give the
professor one of your soothing massages while I examine his lovely
daughter?"

   Kimi, who had been gently stroking Monica's hair and caressing her right
boob, turned to me and quickly lowered herself to her knees.  I was
surprised for a split second until she unzipped my pants, reached into my
fly and pulled out my penis, which was partially erect from watching
Monica's breast examination.  She smiled up at me with her beautiful almond
eyes, licked her lips and went straight down on my rapidly stiffening
prick, taking it all the way down to the base and using her throat muscles
to swallow four or five times with it held there until it was hard as teak.
Then she swiftly pulled up and went down several times followed by a pause
to give me more deep throat swallows.  She had me light-headed with
pleasure in no time as I gazed at my sexy pregnant tweener in the
examination chair with her engorged nipples, spread pussy and cute little
feet in white puffball footies up in stirrups.

   Meanwhile, Doctor Peyton donned some sterile latex surgical gloves and
opened a drawer under one of the desks.  She took out a speculum, some
lubricant, and a little headband with a flexible light and a flip-down
magnifying glass attached to it.  She placed the speculum on a sterile
cloth on a little instrument tray on the desktop.  Then she reached into
another drawer and withdrew a small four-inch long vibrator from a plastic
wrapper and put it on the same cloth.  She slid the headband on, turned on
the light and aimed it up toward the ceiling, picked up the speculum and
lubricated the side paddles before returning it to the sterilized cloth. 
Then she picked up the vibrator and walked over to Monica.

   "Monica, honey, would you like a drink of milk while I use the vibrator
on you to help lubricate and relax your inner muscles?" she asked.

   "Yes, very much, please!" Monica eagerly replied.

   Doctor Peyton leaned her immense bosoms down over Monica's beautiful
young face and dangled a teat toward her lips.  Monica took the nipple in
her mouth, closed her eyes and was soon contentedly sucking away.

   "Mmmm, that's nice, Monica, keep doing that while I do this," the doctor
said and began massaging my daughter's thighs just above her kneecaps,
gradually working her way to her inner upper thighs and the outer edges of
her vulva.  Then she switched on the little vibrator and used the curve of
its tip to move in a smaller and smaller oval until she was rubbing it
between the entrance to Monica's vagina and her clitoris.  She had become
very wet but her moans were muffled by Cheryl's big tit pressed against her
sucking lips and all the fresh milk she could swallow.  After another
minute or so the doctor pulled her engorged and dripping nipple from
Monica's lips, switched off the vibrator, lay it on the cloth and picked up
the speculum.  She positioned herself between Monica's up-spread legs and
sat on a little stool.  Then she flipped down the magnifying lens and aimed
the headband light at Monica's vulvette.

   "Now, Monica you're nice and wet and this plastic thingy I'm going to
insert inside you is lubricated so it won't hurt.  It's smaller than your
daddy's lovely big cock, but it will feel different from your daddy or
brother.  This instrument is called a speculum.  It's going to open up your
vagina deep inside so I can take a look at your vaginal walls and the
entrance to your cervix.  Is that okay with you?" she asked.

   "Spec-ulum.  That's okay," Monica agreed.

   The doctor gently inserted the closed speculum and slid about seven
inches inside her.  Then she squeezed the small flex handle and the side
paddles expanded until a little tab popped into place to hold them apart.
This spread open Monica's entire vagina from top to bottom.  The doctor
shined her little light inside and peered through her magnifying glass.

   "Lovely rosy pink coloration, no lesions or indications of STDs,
excellent muscle tone," said the doctor.

   "Only Dale and I have penetrated her," I commented as Kimi pulled down
my pants, caressed and squeezed my ass cheeks and licked and sucked my
balls.

   "That's excellent.  You're a very good and loving father," she leaned
toward my ear and whispered, "I've seen other girls her age who fool around
with high school boys or adult strangers with STDs and then get
pregnant--you wouldn't believe..."

   "I can imagine," I whispered back, though I didn't want to.

   "Her cervix is in excellent shape and no indications of premature
dilation.  Her urethral opening is also in fine shape," she observed.

   Then she closed the speculum, withdrew it from Monica, and kissed her on
her inner thigh next to her copper haired, little heart-shaped muff.

   "All done, Monica!  You look perfect--good enough to eat!" said the
doctor, and Monica and I giggled.

   "Thank you, Doctor Peyton," Monica replied.

   Cheryl gazed lustfully at me with my cock down her nurse's undulating
throat and said, "I need to taste her now to check the ph balance."

   Before I could reply she nosedived into my daughter's crotch, inhaling
deeply, and then lapping up and down the length of her pussy, sucking her
clit and tongue fucking her snatch for all she was worth.  She soon had
Monica moaning, pulling her own teats and writhing in the chair.  Kimi was
making me pretty hot as well.

   Suddenly the doctor paused and demanded, "Professor get over here and
put that big hard dick in me!"

   I couldn't refuse an order like that!  I pulled out of Kimi's luscious
lips and got behind the good doctor as she leaned over with her hands on
Monica's spread thighs.  I pushed my cock-head inside her sweet spot and
shoved it to her none too gently.  She grunted, turned and smiled wickedly
at me and went back to eating out my pregnant twelve year-old, waggling her
ass at me to urge me on.  I began plowing it to her hard and deep, slowly
picking up speed while she slurped pussy, moaned and groaned like a whore
in heat.

   Kimi moved to Monica's side and began kissing her on the lips and
fondling her tits as she squirmed and squeaked in pleasure.  Every time I
rammed the good doctor from behind she shoved her tongue up my daughter's
pussy as far as it could go.  Soon Monica's fists were clenched in Cheryl's
red hair, pulling her head and tongue into her with all her might. 
Suddenly Cheryl shook all over, groaned loudly and came powerfully.  I
watched as her orgasm re-triggered her let-down reflex and her huge
wobbling breasts both began dripping milk onto the floor.

   As her tit-shaking climax subsided she half-turned to me, panting like a
bitch and hissed, "Fuck her!  Get on her and screw her silly `till she
can't see straight!  She needs daddy's hot cock now more than ever.  Fuck
your pregnant baby girl!"

   I pulled my turgid poker out of Cheryl's flaming red box and she cleared
the runway as I spread Monica's inner labia and brought my fully engorged
rod in for a pink wet landing.  The head went into its hanger and I slowly
penetrated her full, then pulled, pushed and plumbed her depths, evenly and
firmly--not too slow, not too fast--but just right.

   "OHH!  Oh, GOD, DADDY!!  UNNGH!  ...Oh, FUCK!  ...Do me, daddy!  Mmph!
...Uh-huhh, Um-hmm, Oh SHIT!  ...Yesssss...That's it!  ...MMMmm!  Me and
baby love it!  ...We LOVE your thick hard DICK, daddy!  ...Make us both
CUM! ...Make us cum and I'll make you all the...all the babies you want,
daddy!  Just fill me with your warm thick gizzzzz... UMmmf!"

   Cheryl shut her up by pressing a dripping thick two-inch long nipple in
her mouth.  Monica grabbed that big boob with both hands and slurped down
more milkshake like a starving baby.  Kimi leaned over to suck and caress
Monica's tits and the combined stimulation soon made Monica's entire body
spasm in orgasm, shaking the examination chair.  Twenty seconds later she
came again.  At that point Cheryl pulled Kimi's mouth off her and hissed,
"Get up there and sixty-nine her while her father plows her brains out and
sprays her full of his sperm!  You're going to clean out both of them and
you'd better swallow every drop, you little Nipponese slut!"

   She pulled a chair over for Kimi to climb up on and helped her gingerly
get into position, squatting her dark haired cunt over Monica's face as I
slowed my fuck strokes a bit until she got settled.  Then I resumed
screwing my pregnant little girl as Kimi leaned forward and began licking
Monica's clit and the top of my raging hard-on that was plunging in and out
of my daughter's wet quim.

   Monica's moans were muffled again with her mouth full of Japanese pussy,
but she was soon launching into multiple orgasms and spasmodically bucking
in the chair like a little slow motion bronco.  I grabbed Kimi's head and
pushed it hard down on Monica's clit, fucking my baby girl and making her
cum, rattling the stirrups every time she did.

   My own waves of pleasure were building to climax and I had forgotten
about Cheryl when all of a sudden I felt her huge juggs pressed against my
back followed by a large lubricated rubber object intruding into my rectum
and pushing up into my bowels.  The surprise and internal pressure on my
prostate made me cum wildly, erupting like volcano inside my little girl
who was grunting and squeaking out her orgasm right along with me as she
felt me fire-hose her insides--filling her sweet little squiff.  I saw
stars and must've passed out for a moment.  When my vision cleared I felt
the large dildo in my ass withdraw and turned to see Cheryl grinning
dementedly at me and sporting a huge black strap-on sheathed in a purple
condom.

   She ripped off the condom and quickly pushed a chair up behind Kimi,
climbed up on it and shoved that big rubber cock right up Kimi's cunt,
slapping her hips into her behind like a nun beating a brat with a
yardstick.  Kimi moaned loudly and began slurping up the rivulet of my cum
that was oozing from Monica's cooze.  Monica was blissfully exhausted, her
arms and legs relaxed, as she leisurely licked and sucked Kimi's clit, so
Kimi took her time and cleaned her out well.

   Meanwhile I moved behind Doctor Peyton and shoved my dick up HER ass,
making her yelp like a seal and ram the black strap-on she was sporting
deeper inside Kimi.  Cheryl loved every second of it.  When I reached
around and fingered her trigger she went berserk, shrieking and hammering
that big dildo up Kimi's Asian squack until her private nurse went over the
edge as well, squealing like a piglet and writhing all over Monica's limp
panting body.

   After we'd all regained our senses, Cheryl had Kimi wash us all over
from head to toe with washcloths dipped in warm water and fresh crushed
mint leaves.  Then she dried us off with some clean dry bath towels.  As we
got dressed the doctor told us to come back next week for the results of
our blood tests.  We did our best to wipe the just fucked looks off our
faces as we made the appointment with the receptionist.

   When we got outside Monica said, "Wow, daddy!  That was the BEST
doctor's appointment I ever had!  I used to not like going to the doctor
but I'll go any time you want now!"

   "Yes, Doctor Peyton is something else, alright.  I'm just glad she says
you're so healthy and I hope all the tests turn out well," I replied.

   Monica put her arms around me, kissed me on the lips and said, "Daddy,
I'm sure the baby and I are fine.  Come on, let's go home."
   End of Chapter 16