Kaylee's Mexican Vacation by callmeQ67 Chapter 16 When Carmen told Señor Vásquez that Kaylee’s fifteenth birthday was soon approaching, his face lit up. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she said. “I think we need to have a very special quinceañera for our American guest.” Carmen nodded. “I agree. Do you have a venue in mind?” “Let’s use the beach house. It’s very private. And we can get some fish for dinner.” The two of them shared a chuckle over his little quip. Kaylee’s birthday was still several days off, though, and Señor Vásquez wanted to shoot at least one more scene before she turned fifteen. “Where are we going this time?” asked Kaylee. It was just after sunset and she was blindfolded in the back seat of the Mercedes, once again wearing a school uniform. Carmen and Señor Vásquez looked at each other. “You’re going to see your gynecologist,” said the director. “What? I just saw my gynecologist a few weeks ago.” “Correction,” said Señor Vásquez. “This will be your very first time seeing a gynecologist.” “What are you talking about? I just said...” Kaylee didn’t know anything about fetishes, but she wasn’t dumb. “Oh. I suppose this is another one of your weird scenarios. Like the church and the high school.” Carmen smiled. “You’re such a bright girl.” The car stopped and Kaylee’s blindfold was removed. They were in a deserted parking lot at the rear of a non-descript office building, apparently closed for the day. Señor Vásquez produced a key and opened the door. The man seemed to have connections everywhere. The blonde teenager noticed the familiar smell of disinfectant as soon as they entered the building. It looked and smelled just like a doctor’s office back home. They walked down a short hallway and stopped at a door labelled “Doctor Jorge Ramírez, ginecólogo.” Señor Vásquez used another key to open the door. Kaylee found herself in a small waiting room. At one side was a reception desk with glass partition. The blonde teenager was getting nervous in spite of the gummy she’d eaten—she hated going to any kind of doctor, the gynecologist in particular. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” said Señor Vásquez, after the two cameramen arrived. “Carmen will take you to an exam room. You will undress and put on a gown. Because it’s your first time you will be very shy and nervous.” Kaylee waited in the hall outside the office. The sign on the door had been covered by one that read, “Doctor G. Vásquez, ginecólogo.” When Señor Vásquez yelled, “Action!” a cameraman followed her into the waiting room. She approached the reception desk where Carmen sat wearing a white lab coat. “Um, hi. I’m Kaylee, and I’m here for my three o’clock appointment.” Carmen pretended to look her up on the computer. “Ah, here you are Miss Jones. Have a seat and I’ll call you in a few minutes.” Kaylee sat on the edge of a chair and wrung her hands nervously. No acting was required—she really was nervous. “Miss Jones? Follow me, please.” Carmen led her to an exam room. Just seeing the chair with its metal stirrups caused the teenager’s stomach to do flip-flops. “Take off all your clothes and put this on,” Carmen said, handing her a hospital gown. She left the room. Kaylee looked around. The exam room had the same sort of furnishings and accoutrements as her gynecologist at home. Even the posters on the walls were familiar, except they were in Spanish. She undressed slowly. One camera had a wide view while the other took close-ups: her small, delicate hands removing her tennis shoes, unbuttoning the white blouse, lowering the zipper of her skirt, and unclasping her white training bra. The camera lingered in a sort of loving caress on each part of her body as it was revealed. The immature breasts with their puffy aureoles were featured, but her shapely legs and little round butt got plenty of attention as well. The youngster was so beautiful and seemingly innocent that one would never guess that she’d performed multiple forbidden sex acts in the last few days. Her ivory skin was dewy and unblemished. Her lithe body was no longer that of a child but not yet that of a woman. She was the walking embodiment of early adolescent sex appeal. Or to put it more crudely—jailbait. The two cameramen were utterly taken with her. Their mouths grew dry and their cocks hard as the pretty teenager undressed. They held their breath as they waited for another look at her hairless split peach, but they would have to wait a bit longer—Kaylee hung her clothes on a hook and put on the gown before removing her panties. There was a brief knock on the door and it opened. Carmen said, “Doctor Vásquez will be here shortly. I’m going to take your pulse and check your temperature.” She took Kaylee’s pulse just as a real nurse might have done. Her temperature was another matter. “Stand up and turn around.” Kaylee looked mystified but did so. “Now bend over the exam chair.” “Wh-what?” “You heard me, Miss Jones. Bend over so I can take your temperature.” Kaylee bent over the chair. The hospital gown, of course, was open at the back, and the teenager’s derrière was fully exposed. Her pouting pink pussy lips were just peeking out between her smooth round butt cheeks and the gap between her upper thighs. While Kaylee waited in that vulnerable position, Carmen took a few moments to don a pair of disposable exam gloves. The camera zoomed in for a close-up as she adjusted the gloves, then squeezed a dollop of K-Y jelly onto the tip of one finger. “This might feel a little cold, Miss Jones.” “Oh!” cried the teenager as Carmen applied the lubricant to her anus. Kaylee’s face registered alarm as the nurse’s fingertip circled the tight anal ring. Her mouth opened in shock as the finger penetrated her up to the first knuckle. “There now. Don’t move while I insert the thermometer.” The smooth glass slid easily up Kaylee’s pink butthole. “Oh my ... that’s, uh...” she stammered. “Now we must wait a little longer for the reading to be accurate.” Carmen left the instrument protruding from the young girl’s ass for a full minute while both cameras recorded the scene in loving detail. The lighting was perfect. That was the moment that Señor Vásquez chose to enter the room. “Ah, I see you have the situation well in hand, nurse.” “Thank you, Doctor Vásquez.” “Let’s check her temperature, shall we?” He took hold of the thermometer and gently pumped it in and out of Kaylee’s well-lubricated pink starfish before pulling it out. “Your pulse and temperature are both normal, Miss Jones. Please sit up on the chair. Very good. Now place your feet in the stirrups.” This was the moment that Kaylee had been dreading. Her gynecologist at home was nice enough but still the examination process felt creepy and awkward. This whole scenario reminded her too much of a real exam. Señor Vásquez used the stirrups to spread her legs wide apart. “I see you’ve shaved down here. Is there any particular reason for that, Miss Jones?” “Um ... well, no, not really.” He put on a pair of vinyl gloves as they spoke. “Oh, come now young lady. Girls don’t shave their little pussies for no reason. Are you sexually active, perhaps?” “No! Uh, that is, um, I might have just, uh, tried a couple of things lately...” Señor Vásquez snorted with disapproval. “Indeed! Let’s have a closer look, shall we? Nurse, a little lubrication, if you please.” He held out a hand and Carmen squirted a large blob of K-Y jelly into his palm. He wheeled a stool right up between Kaylee’s widespread legs. The doctor used his slippery, gloved fingers to tease Kaylee’s plump outer lips. He then ran a fingertip gently up and down her exposed inner labia. The blonde American might have been nervous, but gosh, that felt good! He really knew how to touch a girl down there. He continued to caress her vulva until it was obvious that she was getting aroused. “How does it feel when I touch you here?” he asked as his fingertip circled her clit. “Oh, doctor ... it feels really nice...” He used the thumb of one hand to gently rub her clit while he inserted a finger into her recently deflowered fuckhole. “Well young lady, I see that you’ve lost your virginity. Your hymen has been torn asunder; utterly wrecked. You’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you Miss Jones?” “No ... ohhhhh ... uh, no Doctor, I’m not bad.” “Aren’t you? Nurse, how old is Miss Jones?” Carmen glanced at a clipboard. “She’s fourteen, Doctor. She’ll be fifteen in just a few days.” “So, Miss Jones, you’re telling me that a good fourteen-year-old girl lets every boy at school shove their stiff cocks up your tight little snatch?” “Doctor! It’s not every boy at school. Just—just one boy.” “Oh, I see. Just one boy, eh?” He gazed at Kaylee and raised an eyebrow. “What about men?” The little blonde on the exam chair looked up at Señor Vásquez, then looked down shyly. “Just one, Doctor.” “Lucky man,” he said, as he worked his finger into Kaylee’s pink depths. When he found what he was looking for, he tickled it with his fingertip. “Oh, Doctor!” “Does that feel good, Miss Jones?” “Yeah, it feels really good.” “That’s called your Grafenberg Spot, Kaylee, otherwise known as your G-spot.” He withdrew his finger and looked at the youngster’s face. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. “Nurse, pull up a stool. I’m going to need your assistance here.” Carmen sat next to him. “I’d like you to stimulate the patient’s G-spot with two fingers while I stimulate her clitoris. My fingers are too big to fit in her sweet little cunt. I mean vagina.” The nurse squeezed a large dollop of lube into her gloved hand. She held it up for the benefit of the cameras as she coated her fingers. “First try one finger,” said the doctor. The nurse inserted her middle finger into Kaylee’s hairless pink pussy and felt around. The patient gasped. “I’ve located the spot, Doctor.” “Good. Begin the stimulation.” She curled her finger upwards and felt the rippled portion of Kaylee’s anterior wall. When she began to stroke it, the patient groaned, “Oh, Jesus...” “Now try two fingers,” said Señor Vásquez. He gently teased the patient’s clit with a finger. Carmen withdrew the finger and slowly worked two fingers into the blonde teenager. Señor Vásquez didn’t need to ask if she’d begun the stimulation—it was clear that she had from the patient’s reaction. Kaylee knees began to wobble and she gripped the sides of the chair as if she might otherwise fly off. “Oh god ... oh god ... oh my fucking god...” Her hips were rocking in time with Carmen’s fingers as she thrust her body up to meet them. When it was clear that Kaylee was about to orgasm, Señor Vásquez bent down to suck her clit. The teenager’s slender body arched up off the chair and she let out a scream. Carmen quickly pulled out her fingers and they were followed by a stream of clear ejaculate. Carmen and Señor Vásquez looked at each other in amazement. Until that moment, he’d thought that all the squirting scenes in porn movies were fake and that the girls in those movies were simply peeing. He bent over Kaylee’s trembling form and licked up some of her secretions. “How is it, Doctor?” “Tastes like candy,” he answered. “Try it.” They kissed, sitting there between Kaylee’s trembling legs. “Mmmmm, you’re right. It tastes good. How shall we proceed, Doctor?” “Isn’t it obvious? I need to fuck this little girl, stat.” Señor Vásquez unbuttoned his lab coat and threw it on a chair. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. It was as hard as it had ever been. “Let me make sure you’re well lubricated, Doctor,” said Carmen, taking him in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure. “Thank you, nurse. Now, if you would be so good as to guide me to her entrance ... yes, right there ... oh fuck, she’s tight...” Carmen raised the hospital gown so she could twist Kaylee’s pink nipples with her gloved hands while the doctor fucked her pussy. It wasn’t long before the blonde teenager reached orgasm again. “Fuck me!” little Kaylee squealed. “Yes ... yes, just like that ... Fuck me, doctor! Don’t stop, I’m cumming!” Señor Vásquez fucked the pretty American through a series of mind-blowing orgasms. One camera focused on the blonde girl’s face. Her mouth was open in a perfect ‘O’ as she moaned with pleasure. The high-definition camera showed the tiny beads of sweat that broke out on her smooth forehead. The other camera recorded close-ups of the doctor’s big cock as it slammed in and out of those hairless pink pussy lips. The girl’s creamy sauce could easily be seen on the shaft each time he withdrew. When it was obvious he was about to cum, Carmen said, “Doctor! You had better not ejaculate inside her. She’s not using birth control.” She filled her gloved palm with lube. When he pulled out, Carmen stroked his thick shaft until he shot an enormous wad. The first jet splattered between Kaylee’s breasts, but most of it landed directly on her smooth, hairless mound and her plump outer lips. “Thank you, nurse,” said Señor Vásquez as he caught his breath. “Now get me a towel, please.” She opened a drawer, took out a white towel, and used it to clean up the doctor’s softening cock. Once he had zipped up his trousers and picked up his white lab coat, Señor Vásquez left the room. Carmen slowly removed her exam gloves. “You’ve been an excellent patient, Miss Jones. I’ll leave you now to get dressed in private.” When she left the room, Kaylee lay in the exam chair with a stunned look on her face. Her feet were still in the stirrups. A camera zoomed in for a close-up view of the thick splooge which nearly covered her pretty pink pussy. The blonde teenager poked at the glob with a forefinger and held it up to her face. She touched the forefinger to her thumb and watched the goo stretch when she separated them. She hesitated for a moment, then licked her finger. She scooped up more, and again raised her finger to her mouth. The two cameramen looked at each other in amazement as the youngster scraped up more and more of the doctor’s thick load and licked it off her fingers. In a seedy bar some hours later, the two cameramen sat drinking beer. They spoke in Spanish, of course, but it will be translated here for the benefit of our English-speaking readers. “I still can’t believe she did it,” said one of the men. His name was Enrique. “That little American girl ate cum off her fingers like it was cake frosting.” “Unbelievable,” said his mate, whose name was Julio. “I almost came in my pants watching her.” “That girl is going to make a fortune for Vásquez and his financial backers. You know it, I know it. But will he cut us in on the profits? No fucking way.” “Of course he won’t, the greedy bastard. But you know what really pisses me off? He never lets us have the girls. He always fucks them, even when he’s not in the scene. But does he give us a shot at them? Never.” “I agree. Especially this little blonde. Man, I would swim across a piranha-infested river to fuck her.” “Bartender!” Julio called. “Two shots of mezcal.” The two men stewed and drank for another hour, fantasizing about what they would do with little Kaylee if they ever had the chance. Their fantasies grew darker as they drank. “You know what, Julio? I have an idea. Listen...”