I can’t wait.
And neither can she.
“Dr. Morgan,” she whispers as our liplock breaks for a moment. “I want you to be my first. I want you to touch me and you know ….”
Her cheeks go scarlet once more. But the admission is so sweet, and I love hearing my name on her lips. I want the virgin to say it.
“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
She flushes once more beautifully, and I dip my head to kiss those rosy lips again.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice gravelly this time. “Spell it out honey, use your words.
She bites her lips again, brown eyes wide and innocent.
“I want ….” Her voice trails off.
“Yes?” I growl. “Say it, sweetheart.”
“I want you to take my virginity,” she manages in a rush, so quiet that I barely hear. “I want you to touch me and make me feel good.”
I reward Jane with a deep kiss on the lips then, imbuing the touch with my command. Because I need to command her. I need this virgin to fall apart at my hands, to shatter and burst into shards when the time comes.
“Yes,” is my answering growl. “Yes, I’ll do that. But don’t be afraid, little girl, because it’s not going to be quite as you expect.”
She stops kissing me for a moment, pulling her lips away.
“What do you mean?” come her trembling words. “What do you mean?”
“All I mean, sweetheart, is that I’m big. It’ll be hard for a virgin,” are my smooth words. “But not impossible.”
That pink pout forms a perfect “O,” her eyes saucers. Oh fuck, I could drown in these eyes, literally throw myself off a cliff and fall into the deep waters, never to be seen again.
But Jane needs reassurance.
“You’re big?” she stammers. “How big?”
And it’s the perfect segue. Pulling back, our eyes locked on one another, I unbutton my lab coat and shrug it off. The tent at my crotch is a fucking monster, huge and aroused, a spot of moisture from leaking pre-cum. But there’s no sense in putting off the inevitable. With quick hands, I undo my belt and zip, pulling down my boxers, and then it’s out. The anaconda’s out, deep purple and aroused, pointing straight at Jane.
“Ohhhhh,” her moan sounds, one hand going to cover her mouth. “Oh god.”
As she stares, my cock twitches slightly, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
“Ohhh,” she moans again, boobies trembling, a hot cunt smell rising in the air between us. “Oh Dr. Morgan.”
And why not? I’ll never see her again, so I bump her chin with my glans, fat and bulbous.
“Like a taste, pretty thing? You wanna suck on this big guy, get a lollipop for your efforts?”
It’s fucking rancid, I know. With virgins, you gotta go slow. You can’t just bust out the meatstick and tell them to suck. And yet something about Jane’s made all my precautions dissolve like butter. Because this girl’s got a creamy body, and fuck if she doesn’t have a dirty mind as well.
And like an experienced whore, the female goes for it. Her small tongue darted out, licking experimentally at the tip, eyes flickering up to mine.
“Tastes sweet,” is her murmur. “Sweet and salty.”
I nod, cock jerking involuntarily again, the vein on the side beating visibly.
“Then take another taste, pretty baby. That’s it. Put your mouth around the head and suck.”
And the girl’s a natural. With a slow hand, she lifts my cock to her lips, lightly tracing the flared helmet with her tongue before licking up the side, making my hips jerk.
“Oh fuck,” is my grunt. “Oh fuck fuck.”
I’m ready to blast on her face right now, but that’s no way to go. I want to prolong this session. I want that juicy cunt lifting and falling on my fuckpole, I want to feel that hymen burst as I punch through for the first time. So I pull back. Usually, oral is amazing, something that I can lay back and enjoy for hours. But not today. Today is all about Jane, about pumping that virgin pussy full of sperm, about going where no man has gone before.
So I pull my dick out of her hand, and Jane’s mouth opens, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“What?” she mewls, protesting. “Why?”
A chuckle comes from deep within my chest.
“I know you’re a good fuckslut honey, and that’s it exactly. I want you to get fucked today. I want that little pussy to taste dick, so we’ll keep it out of your mouth for now, okay?”
The girl nods obediently, eyes wide as saucers.
“Okay Dr. Morgan,” she whispers once again. “Okay.”
“Good, now lie flight,” I command, blue eyes gleaming. “Lie flat and put your feet into these,” I say, gesturing to the stirrups.
Slowly, Jane angles her feet into the metal braces, and then I slide them apart, her thighs spreading inch by inch. It’s a gradual miracle, like a curtain coming up on stage, the pure white cream revealing the pink within.
Because oh fuck, that pussy’s gorgeous. Her lips are already swollen and wet, the aroma of heated female cunt hitting my nostrils.
“Aw shit, honey,” comes my hoarse rasp. “You’re sweet, real sweet.”
The girl’s completely still, quivering almost as her legs spread.
“Are you sure?” is her timid voice. “I don’t really look at myself down there.”
My blue eyes flick up to meet hers.
“You’re more than beautiful honey. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
And slowly, a smile spreads across her lips.
“You-you think so, Dr. Morgan?” she whispers. “Really?”
“I know so,” are my deep words, eyes flaring. “And because you’re so gorgeous, I’m gonna take a taste.”
With that, my fingers reach down to stroke over her pussy lips slightly, feathering over that sensitive flesh.
“Oh,” she moans, eyes drifting shut once more, hips bucking a bit. As a watch, a drip of juice forms at her hole, slowly oozing its way down that big butt. “Ohhhh.”
Shit. If she’s this responsive from one small touch, imagine how it’s gonna be when I fit my big dick inside. But baby steps for the virgin, all in its own good time.
So slowly, I pull her nether lips apart, revealing the glistening goodness in between. Her clit’s stiff like a bud, and lightly, I lean down to tease it out of its hood with my tongue.
“Oh!” she shrieks, jerking halfway up, eyes flying open to stare at me. “Oh god, did you just …?”
I nod, letting my hot breath steam across those folds.
“That’s right sweetheart. I just licked your clit, did you like it? How about this?”
And this time, I swirl my tongue around that sweet bud of heaven before sucking deeply, making her mewl and twist in delight.
“Oh god Dr. Morgan! Oh god, oh god!”
And after that, everything goes light speed. Because shit her pussy’s responsive. That sweet snatch is leaking juices and I have to swallow it all. Opening my mouth, I suction at her hole, tracing my tongue around that succulent wetness, cream flowing down my throat. And then I hold her apart once more, before forming my tongue into a point and inserting it up her vaginal channel.
“Oh!” she screams again, jerking half upright once more. “Oh god!”
Because yeah, I just tasted her hymen with my tongue. I just licked against that delicate piece of tissue, marking what’s mine. And this female is mine. Her heaving tits, this sweet cunt, and soon, her pussy will be curved to the shape of my cock. Oh yeah, Jane belongs to me.
So going in deep again, I lick once more at the spongy barrier, the girl whimpering and mewling as her pussy’s fucked by my tongue.
“Oh god, Doctor, oh god!” are her helpless cries. And then she bursts. Right there on the exam table, my baby gives it up, a jolt of salty sweet broth hitting the back of my throat as I lap between those meaty thighs.
“That’s it,” comes my growl. “That’s it, let your
pretty pussy fly.”
Because spasms are wracking her cunt now, great tremors that squeeze again and again, the pleasure immeasurable.
“Unnh!” Jane shrieks, pulling at her nips with her own fingers, corkscrewing off each one with audible pops. “Unnh, unnh!”
“That’s right,” I grunt again into those wet depths. “Fuck your tits while I fuck your cunt with my mouth. Do it, sweetheart, do it.”
And shit, but the girl explodes all over my face then. Her juices pelt down my throat, making me gulp that heavenly broth again and again. That succulent pussy quivers and twitches on my chin, massive tremors pulsing through the swollen folds.
“Oh Dr. Morgaaaaan,” she moans, eyes squeezed shut, hot cunt getting the ride of its life. “Dr. Morgan, yes!”
And with that, my sweet filly’s flown to heaven. I love it, every single second, and after her tremors calm, I lift my face.
“Oh…!” she manages to gasp between heaving pants.
But I know what she sees, and with a sly grin, I wipe my chin with the back of my hand.
“It’s all you sweetheart,” is my harsh growl. “I’m messy because of your pussy juice. But it’s good that you have so much because that’s our lube, baby. Don’t forget. There’s cock coming your way, hot man meat that’s going to be even better than what we just did.”
And the brunette’s eyes glaze over once more as she lies back, curves undulating, heavy and lush. But this time, Jane’s in charge. Raising her knees, she spread them before reaching down and pulling those pussy lips apart, showing me the gleaming wetness in between once again.
“Put it here?” comes her flirtatious coo, eyes heavy, snatch so wet. “Because I’m ready Dr. Morgan. I’m ready for my exam.”
CHAPTER THREE
Jane
Oh god, what am I doing?
I’m here for my first exam, not my first time.
But when Dr. Morgan walked in the room, everything changed.
Because he’s gorgeous. Tall, with broad shoulders and charcoal black hair. Huge, broad shoulders, with long powerful legs and strong arms.
But it’s those eyes that get me. Piercing blue, able to emit hot or cold heat, depending on what he wants. And he’s done both within the last ten minutes.
Because I’m putty in his hands, absolute mush. The man could tell me to jump off a cliff, and I’d do it. He could tell me to leave my parents, drop out of school, and come with him. And I’d do it. In fact, right now, I’m pulling my cunt apart, offering it to him, begging him push that thick meat inside because he wants it.
“Please,” is my breathless gasp. “Please now.”
The doctor’s eyes gleam, pleased.
“It’s coming, baby girl,” that deep voice rasps. “It’s coming, don’t you worry.”
And I mewl again, staring at his cock like a starving woman. Because I want it so bad. I’ve seen cock before. Well, not the real thing, just in video clips, porn that I find on-line. But Travis has something that’s better than any male porn star. His cock throbs visibly, veins running up both the left and right sides, making me drool. Plus, he’s huge. Ten inches at least, thick and proud, the stiffness jutting out at ninety degrees from those hard abs. Oh god, my pussy melts on its own, juicing uncontrollably in anticipation.
“Please,” I moan again, begging him. “Please.”
But Dr. Morgan merely chuckles, a light flashing in those blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, we have to get you stretched first. No way you can take this without some serious prep.”
Stretched? My eyes go wide, boobs heaving again. “What does he mean?”
“Stretched baby,” the dark man rasps once more, eyes fixed on mine. “Stretched the good way. Now up on your hands and knees.”
I move slowly at first, limbs rising of their own accord. But pretty soon, my curvy frame’s perched on the exam table, knees spread, boobs dangling down to brush against the crackly paper.
“That’s it,” he growls, one big hand stroking over my butt. “That’s it sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”
And with a flick of his wrist, he’s brushing against my asshole, light as a butterfly.
“What?” comes my gasp, twisting around to look him in the eye.
But the doctor just chuckles hoarsely again, even as he lightly taps my sensitive rim, the pleats contracting under his touch.
“No worries, pretty girl. I’m not gonna put it in here. Not just yet anyways.”
My cheeks flare with heat, cunt gushing again. Because anal? Oh my god, oh my god, I’m not ready. I thought we were doing vaginal, just the straight stuff. And the doctor reads my mind, a smile curving those lips.
“We are, sweetheart. That’s for later. For now, let’s just get you stretched.”
And he reaches for a metal tool. It looks like pliers almost, stainless steel and gleaming, except the tip’s rounded instead of sharp.
“Wha-what’s that?” I ask tremulously, trying to calm my pounding heart. All of a sudden, Martha’s descriptions of a gyn exam are rushing back. The medieval instruments of torture. How they don’t stop even when it hurts. The blood.
But Dr. Morgan’s soothing.
“Relax, honey,” he says, moving behind me so that he’s between my legs. “It’s gonna be fine. Now part your knees a little more, that’s it, that’s it,” he urges. “Perfect.”
I expect to feel cold metal on my most sensitive space, the cold kiss of metal. But instead, Dr. Morgan leans forward and laps at my pussy again, tonguing my hole before swiping his lips across my hard clit. I shriek, cunt creaming slightly, gushing hotly once more.
“Baby you’re gonna like it,” he breathes into my folds. “You’re really gonna love this.”
And before I can answer, he’s pressing the metal against my lips. It’s not cold, the doctor’s warmed it up in his fist before applying it to my flesh. But it’s strange for sure. Unlike his tongue and fingers, the metal’s unyielding, like it won’t take no for an answer. Slowly, he eases it in until it’s about an inch up my vaginal channel.
“Good girl,” he rasps from behind me. “Now I’m gonna begin the stretch. Hold tight honey, it’ll feel a little strange, but you’ll like it.”
And with that, he begins twisting something, like he’s cranking a gear. And slowly, that metal shifts within me. Oh god, oh god. It’s expanding. I can feel it pulling my lips apart, or pushing them rather, growing fatter and wider within my virgin hole.
“Unnnh!” is my helpless cry. “Oh god!”
Dr. Morgan stops for a moment.
“Sweetheart, you’re only on the first setting right now. I haven’t even gotten to the second yet.”
First setting? Second setting? Oh my god, how many settings are there?
But Travis is inventive. As my pussy strains, he leans down and licks my lips again, lubing everything up before reaching one hand down to niggle my clit.
“Ah ah!” I scream. “Oh god, ah!”
“That’s better,” he grunts, staring at my cunt approvingly. “Shit, I can see cream squeezing out of your hole around the metal, that’s how bad you want this.”
And before I can say anything else, he’s cranking the device again. The pull is unimaginable. My pussy feels so stuffed, and yet it’s only getting more and more stretched.
“Second setting,” grunts the doctor in back of me. “Almost at the third.”
I try and hold still but it feels so good. Involuntarily, my hips wriggle, and the doctor has to grab onto the implement to keep it in.
“Oh,” is my involuntary moan. “oh god.”
But the dark man is annoyed.
“Don’t move, you almost shook this loose,” is his deep rumble. “I’m gonna have to go faster, I can see this is tough for you.”
And without losing an instant, he’s back at the cranking again. Oh shit, oh shit! The metal implement is pushing at my pussy even more insistently now, stretching the walls wide, filling me up until I’m almost unbearably full.
“Unnh!” is my scream. “Oh god!”
Dr. Morgan stops for a moment then.
“Good girl,” he pants, eyes fixed to my twat. How dirty it must look, this big silver implement sticking out of my most private space. “We’re up at setting five. I was hoping to get you to ten, or at least eight or nine, but you’re too tight, baby girl. My dick’s gonna have to do it.”
And in a flash, he pulls the device out, leaving my pussy gaping, empty and hungry.
“Please,” I moan again, twisting around to look at the big man. “Please fill me up. With anything, I need it.”
But it’s time for the big one because Dr. Morgan moves in back of me, big dick lightly glancing against my hole. My pussy contracts once, like it’s trying to pull him in even as a new swell of juice flows out, coating his fuckshaft.
“That’s right,” he rasps harshly. “That’s it, let that pussy cream flow.”
And slowly, the penetration begins. It’s so much better than the medical instrument. I thought the stretching felt good before, but it’s nothing compared to this. Because his dick is literally hot and pulsing, live and unbearably male as he nudges insistently at my folds.
“Let me in, sweet thing,” is his guttural command. “Relax and let me in.”
And squeezing my eyes shut, I obey. Taking a deep breath, I will my pelvic muscles to relax, for everything to go loose. And with a quick slip, he’s in. Not all the way, no not that at all. Maybe just an inch, but my pussy already feels like it’s so full.
“Oh,” I moan, lowering my head to the exam table. “Oh god, you’re big.”
Dr. Morgan chuckles harshly behind me.
“I know sweetheart. But it feels better the further I go. So you ready? You ready for some heavy fucking?”
No, I’m not ready, but it doesn’t matter. Because my body speaks on its own, the folds pulsing, swelling and swallowing more as he pushes again. I feel like I’m being impaled on a giant shaft of iron, something hard and insistent penetrating into my most secret depths, wet flesh spreading with no choice.
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