Checking Her Cherry, Too

  Checking Her Cherry, Too

  Copyright 2014 by Sarah Sethline

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  Other titles by Sarah Sethline

  Other books in the Checking Her Cherry series:

  Checking Her Cherry

  TRIPLE Checking Her Cherry

  Checking Her "Other" Cherry

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  Recalling the events of that fateful Tuesday afternoon with my stepdaughter still gets me rock hard even now, years later. It was, hands down, my greatest sexual encounter to date. I still find myself blown away that the best sex of my life wasn't with my wife, but her barely legal daughter!

  My wife, Janet, was a flight attendant at the time, which of course means she wasn't exactly around a whole lot when her daughter, Connie, was growing up. And a man has needs.

  Connie was a wonderful young girl, not bratty or rebellious like most teenagers. In fact, I loved her so much, it really was like she was my own daughter. She was smart and sweet and so fucking sexy, though a bit naive and innocent. Connie always assumed that every guy was a good guy, which would prove to be her downfall when it came to me.

  Like her stepdaddy, Connie aspired to be a doctor, a dream that led to her acceptance at med camp so many summers ago. There was just one catch...

  ***************

  "Shoot, shoot, shoot!" exclaimed Connie in her cute little voice. I looked up from my newspaper at the table as she clicked the phone down.

  "What's wrong, baby?" I asked my delicious daughter, trying my damnedest to look her in the face and not in the cooch. She was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts that barely covered her pussy.

  "I just tried booking an appointment with the gyno, but they won't have anything available for four months! I need to have a Well Woman exam before I go to med camp," gasped Connie, a bit out of breath.

  I nodded my head, remembering there were certain health requirements she had to fulfill from my own experiences at med camp.

  "I will be just crushed if I end up not being able to go because of this! Just crushed!" cried Connie.

  I got up to wrap my strong arms around my stressed-out daughter, still looking sexy as hell as a complete mess.

  "Shh, shh," I soothed her as I stroked her beautiful blonde hair, which was in braids.

  "Don't worry, Daddy will do your little pussy exam."

  "Wha-- what?" Connie quivered, unsure if she'd heard me correctly.

  "I said I'll do your Well Woman exam. We can't have you missing that camp," I said, giving my daughter a tight squeeze.

  "You don't have other appointments?" wondered Connie, her voice still on the shaky side.

  "That's the beauty of owning your own practice," I replied, smiling warmly at my daughter.

  "I'll be able to fit you in. You're a special case -- you're family."

  Connie brightened a little at this notion, but being the smart girl she was, her face quickly fell in reality.

  "But won't it be weird, Daddy?"

  "Connie, I've seen hundreds of women's pussies at this ol' day job of mine. Yours won't be any different than any of theirs," I assured her.

  It was a goddamn lie.

  "I promise to be a complete gentleme-- er, professional," I continued.

  Surely my daughter was due for a broken promise or two...

  "How's next Tuesday?" I asked her, secretly wishing I could give her an "exam" right then and there.

  "Okay, Daddy!" cheered Connie before leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek.

  "Thanks so much for doing this!"

  Don't thank me yet, I thought as she skipped out of the room and went on with her day.

  ***************

  Tuesday afternoon couldn't come soon enough. I'd been thinking about our raunchy rendezvous all week, and finally, it was time.

  Connie began her appointment in the deskside chair like any other patient... except she wasn't. After entering my daughter's basic information into the computer, I turned to her and asked, "Did you sign the consent form?"

  "Wha--what?" said Connie, her hands fumbling through the stack of papers and pamphlets I'd given her.

  "The consent form that says the doctor can do whatever he wants -- er, is needed -- to you. Did you sign it?"

  "Don't you mean you, Daddy; the consent form is giving my permission to you?" asked Connie.

  "Yes," I responded in my most official-sounding voice.

  I couldn't have her knowing the "consent" form she was signing was bullshit, intended only to cover my ass legally for the way I was about to touch my daughter.

  "Yeah, I signed it. Here ya go, Doc," Connie giggled, handing me the paper.

  "Good girl," I said after I'd given it a once-over.

  "Now change into that robe and we can get started."

  I nodded my head in the direction of the thin hospital garb that was folded neatly on the exam bed.

  "Um, are you going to stay in the room while I change?" asked Connie nervously.

  "How does the joke go?" I replied, wanting to convince her to just do it.

  "The doctor leaves the room while you put on your gown, only to end up seeing you naked anyway..."

  I was trying to get my daughter to see logic so that I might see her.

  "Daddy!!" scolded Connie in a playful tone.

  "I'm being serious."

  "Okay, okay. Here, I'll pull this curtain closed while you do your business. I won't look," I assured her.

  That, of course, was a lie. There's no way I was letting the opportunity to sneak a peek at my daughter's tits and ass pass me by.

  Pulling on the flimsy divider, I made sure to leave a gap just wide enough to score a view without looking too suspicious. As I pretended to rifle through some papers on my desk, my daughter began to remove her garments.

  Connie was standing with her back to me and her body perpendicular to the exam bed, providing me with the perfect side view of all her naughty bits. As she lifted her fuzzy pink cardigan over her head, I watched her giant tits become temporarily caught in the material of her top. With a quick pull upwards they were free, settling against her ribcage in one incredibly hot bounce. I felt my cock grow uncomfortably stiff as I salivated over my daughter's big, bulbous breasts. God, how I wanted to sandwich my dick in between those perfect perky titties.

  Connie was now shimmying out of another pair of her infamous short shorts. I had to bite down on my tongue to stop it from rolling out of my mouth as I watched her tight, young ass being revealed inch by inch.

  Look over here! I wanted to yell, my cock going absolutely apeshit knowing that her pussy was so close, yet so far away.

  Settle down, Kirk, I told myself. I knew I'd have plenty of time to be up close and personal with that hot, hidden pussy of hers soon enough.

  When Connie went to place her clothes on the chair, our eyes met. I quickly looked away and pretended to be extremely involved with some papers. I couldn't have my daughter thinking that I was a pervert.

  Yet.

  Fortunately, she didn't seemed fazed by this illicit glance and resumed the business of getting her gown on. Again I looked up to spy on my daughter, staring as the white material of the garb traveled down her bare back and then her fine ass.

  It might as well've been a fucking burka, as far as I was concerned.

  I watched as Connie turned around and climbed onto the table. The crinkle of the thin paper beneath her ass could be heard as she settled into a comfy position. Well... as comfortable as one could reasonably be considering what was about to be done to her.

  "Ready, Daddy!" she called out, sounding surprisingly upbeat considering wh
at was about to go down.

  What a trooper.

  "Alright, the doctor will see you now," I said playfully as I pulled the curtain aside.

  Connie giggled as I went to wash up. I could tell she was studying how I got ready with interest.

  After I'd tossed my paper towel into the trash I said, "Connie, sweetie, I need you to lower your gown so I can exam your tit-- er, breasts."

  "What?!" Connie squealed, unaware that this was a "normal" part of a Well Woman exam... normally.

  "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. Daddy just needs to check that everything's good with the girls. You can take each breast out one at a time, if you'd like."

  My daughter took a few quick breaths in and murmured softly, "Okay, Daddy."

  I stared, lustfully, as Connie pulled down the entire front of her gown. Once again I was treated to an awesome eyeful of barely-legal boobies, this time full-frontal.

  They were perfect.

  Absolutely, goddamn fucking perfect.

  "That's my brave girl!" I cooed, wanting to put my daughter at ease as much as possible.

  Drinking in the sight of her incredibly large tits, I found myself overwhelmed and almost paralyzed to do anything but stare.

  Once I touched her there, I'd never be able to take it back...

  "Go on, Daddy -- cop a feel!" grinned Connie, shaking her titties at me in a flirtatious manner.

  Well, if she insisted...

  I reached out and grabbed a big handful of her right tit, then her left. Her hot, fleshy mounds overflowed in my palms as I massaged her breasts in unison.

  "Brr, Daddy! Your hands are cold," murmured Connie, her nipples now jutting into my skin.

  "Sorry, princess," I replied, removing my hands so I could blow hot air into them and rub them together.

  I resumed feeling up my daughter's tits, each breast fuller and perkier now from being stimulated.

  "I'm just going to check for any, uh... lumps," I explained as I groped each mound by the fistful.

  As I varied the speed and pressure of my wandering touch, Connie tilted her head back and began to coo with pleasure.

  "Ooohhh... ohhhh... fuuccckkk," moaned my daughter.

  Hearing Connie responding to my touch in this way was getting me really fucking hot! Thank god for my bulky lab coat, helping to conceal the raging bulge about ready to bust out of my pants.

  In that moment, experiencing my daughter's tits by two senses alone simply wasn't cutting it. I could see them and feel them, but I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I could taste them as well. I leaned in and began to circle one of her mounds with my tongue, honing in on her excited nipple.

  I was suck, suck, sucking away when Connie brought her head down to see what was going on.

  "Daddy! What are you doing?!" she squealed, interrupting my feast.

  I slowly slid my mouth off of her luscious tit, leaving it glistening and a bit red.

  "I-- uh, um--" I stammered, scrambling to come up with a viable excuse.

  "I noticed something coming out of this nipple. I had to check and make sure it wasn't anything to worry about."

  I did my best to plaster a fake smile across my lips, hoping she would buy it.

  "Oh," said Connie, who resumed tilting her head back in ecstasy as I went back to "examining" her with my hands.

  Realizing that I couldn't massage her jugs forever if I wanted things to appear "professional", I regretfully pulled my aching hands from Connie's hot teen titties. I checked off the corresponding box on her chart, signifying that she'd passed the test.

  "How'd they do?" asked my daughter sweetly.

  "All clear," I assured her, granting her a warm smile.

  Then, a bit slyly, "You have a fantastic rack on that petite body of yours."

  Connie blushed and giggled, her mouthwatering tits jiggling in front of me.

  "Can I put 'em away now, Daddy?" inquired my daughter.

  "I guess so," I said sadly.

  "I mean... sure, if you'd like."

  As I fiddled to get my instruments ready, I watched from the corner of my eye as Connie covered up those gorgeous tits of hers with her gown. What they looked, felt and tasted like would be forever burned in my brain, that's for damn sure.

  I pulled my tray table of tools close to the exam bed, then lovingly placed a hand on my baby's shoulder.

  "Connie, sweetie, you've been pretty brave so far, but I need you to get ready to be extra brave. Do you think you can do that for Daddy?" I asked.

  "Uh-huh," replied Connie, her naive little face bobbing up and down in trust.

  "Alright then, honey, I need you to lie back on the table and spread your legs wiiiidddee..."

  "Um... er... What?" replied my daughter hesitantly.

  "So I can exam you, sweetheart. This next phase is the most important," I told her.

  "Okay," answered Connie as she settled back onto the medical bed.

  Once my daughter had laid back, I undid the stirrups from the side of the table and brought them forward.

  "Let me have your tootsies," I said as I felt around for her little feet.

  Connie erupted into a fit of giggles as I struggled to place her ticklish, squirming legs into the holsters.

  After she'd settled down, I took a deep breath in, my entire being dripping with lustful anticipation of what lie just under her gown. I slid my stool as close as I could get to her young, waiting body, knowing I had to handle what I was about to do in a delicate manner.

  "I'm gonna take good care of you," I assured my daughter as I began to peel apart her legs, which were pointed inwards.

  "Daddy, what are you--"

  "Shh, shh," I soothed her, realizing this whole process must've been very strange and scary for her.

  I'd now gotten her legs apart, but my daughter's pussy was still very much covered by her gown. Slowly, carefully, I began to move the fabric that was covering my prize up. It was such a cock tease unveiling Connie's potentially virgin mound in this manner, but I didn't want to startle her, so I figured I should take things slow.

  As I revealed more and more of her bare skin inch by inch, I could feel my cock once again lunging in my pants.

  Almost there... almost there...

  Finally, the first hint of my daughter's snatch began to come into view, my heart racing wildly from this first forbidden glimpse. My hands started to shake as I uncovered more and more of her temping twat, not entirely sure if this was for real or just a fantasy.

  I couldn't help but gasp once Connie's pussy was revealed to me in its full glory. Not only was the skin there just as dewy as the rest of her sexy body, it looked smooth, delicious, and incredibly tight. It definitely looked like a cunt that hadn't yet been broken in by a big, thick cock, although I couldn't be sure without doing a check of her cherry.

  Fortunately, I was here to do just that...

  "I need you to scoot your puss-- er, bum -- down a bit closer," I told her.

  I would have grabbed onto her hips and done it myself, but I feared her hot twat would've found its way into my mouth.

  Connie complied, her young, steamy, virginal (?) pussy now mine for the taking.

  "Before we get started, I need to ask you a few questions about your sexual history," I announced, grabbing her chart so as to appear official.

  "My se--sexual history?" stuttered Connie, still suffering from a case of nerves.

  "Yes, sweetheart. I need to ask you some things about your private life for a more thorough exam."

  It was half true, half my own raging curiosity.

  "Ready?"

  "I guess so, Daddy."

  "Have you ever been intimate with a boy?" I asked, eager to know if that pretty pussy of hers was as angelic as it looked.

  Being the naive young thing she was, Connie half sat up and responded, "Wha-- whadda mean, 'intimate'?"

  "Well, for starters, have you ever kissed a boy that you had feelings for?" I probed.

  I figured I'd better tak
e these questions slow.

  Dying to hear her response, after a small pause my daughter whispered, "Yes, but only one."

  "Mm-hmm, okay," I responded as I pretended to make note of this revelation in her chart.

  Time to go bolder.