EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  I frowned a bit. “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “No, no. That means you are perfectly healthy. It’s a good thing. Have you ever had a pelvic exam before?”

  “No,” I said. My mother had never talked to me about getting one, though I had read in magazines that it was recommended that women have their first pelvic exam between eighteen and twenty. “I suppose I should?” I said, feeling like I was floating on my back in the calm, smooth waves of a gorgeous swimming pool on a summer’s day.

  “Yes, you should. I’m going to place my fingers inside you. Don’t be alarmed.”

  I nodded. I knew a little about what he was doing, and knew that it was perfectly okay for a doctor to do for a pelvic exam. But I thought it odd he wasn’t wearing any gloves.

  He inserted one finger inside me. It felt full and tight, and I heard him let out a sigh.

  “You are so nice and tight, Holly. You really haven’t been with a boy, have you? At your age and with your looks, that is surprising. Fuck…” he said as he worked in a second finger. I let out a moan, feeling uncomfortable from the pain the stretching caused. Once he worked his way in with two fingers, he slowly slid them in and out of me. In and out, in and out, slow at first, then faster and faster. He rubbed at the top of the inside of my vagina, and instead of pain, I felt a tremendous shock of pleasure. My legs spread farther apart.

  “Good, good,” he whispered. “That little bud on the top of your vaginal wall is called your g-spot. It needs a good bit of pressure. And this,” he said, “is your clit.” He took his hand out of me. I watched as he slid the lips of my vagina wide open and touched the pink hooded bud at the top of my opening. The moment he put pressure on it, I gasped loudly. “That’s right. Your clit is made to be massaged and rubbed and played with, just like this.” He moved his fingers in slow circles, varying the pressure and speed. Though still calm and feeling good from the pill, my breathing increased from the little shocks of pleasure tightening my core muscles as the doctor worked.

  “It feels strange,” I breathed out. I let out a low moan. My hips bucked, as if they had a mind of their own. I wanted him to apply more pressure, to go faster. I wanted more and more, I realized. But instead he slowed down, doing the exact opposite of what my body craved. “Oh God, please,” I begged, not quite knowing what it was that I wanted.

  “That’s my girl, Holly,” Dr. Bradley said, circling my clit with lazy strokes as he stared deep into my eyes. “I have an instrument that is going to help us.”

  With that, he produced what look like a pink rubber stick with a black bottom and a rounded tip. It had a bend in it though, so that it curved upward. It was just a bit longer and wider than my mother’s lipstick tube. He inserted it inside me, and it slid in easily with the help of my slick juices. I had read of a small metal device being inserted during a pelvic exam—had been afraid of it. But this was nothing like that device. The smooth, warm rubber felt full and…good. He turned the bottom so that something clicked, and a hum of vibrations made my muscles come alive with an instant electric charge of pleasure. “Oh…Doctor!” I cried. He placed a finger on my lips to shush me. “Don’t want to disturb the whole floor.”

  He left the device inside me, where it stayed in snug and tight without any help from him, and then he went to work again with his fingers massaging my clit. The pleasure was strange, unlike anything I’d ever felt. I bent my legs at the knees so that they were propped up. The doctor used his free hand to pull my knees apart. He adjusted my ankles so that the flats of my bare feet pressed together and my heels almost touched my ass while my knees spread wide open. If I’d been sitting up, it would be what my soccer coach referred to as the butterfly stretch. The way it opened my vagina and stretched my muscles taut throughout my thighs and pelvis increased the pleasure immensely.

  “I’ve placed a vibrator in your cunt, Holly. Your cunt, or your pussy, will start to quiver shortly. Your legs will shake as your pussy muscles clench. Tell me how much you like it.”

  And he was right. My hips began to buck, and my knees bounced up and down as my ass and thigh muscles trembled. “It’s…it’s strange, but God, it’s good. It’s…something’s happening.”

  “Something’s happening to what?” he asked.

  “To my…my privates—ah!”

  “Say it the way I taught you, girl.”

  I swallowed, barely managing coherent speech. I told him the way he wanted to hear it. The way the felt dirty and bad. “It feels good on my…my pussy. Oh my…fuck.” He started stroking my clit harder and faster and I whimpered loudly. “It feels so good in my cunt.”

  “‘In my cunt’…what?” he demanded, growling. “How should you address me?”

  “D-Dr. Bradley. It feels so good in my cunt, Dr. Bradley—AHHH!” I broke off in a scream as something deep inside me seemed to snap. My tightening muscles suddenly released their clenching and let go. As I moaned and groaned, I was vaguely aware of the doctor unbuckling his pants. He was suddenly there by my face, and he shoved his penis into my mouth. I choked and gasped, both in surprise and from the massive size of it. I’d never seen a penis, let alone have one in my mouth. The waves of pleasure continued to roll through my pussy as he held my head and slid his penis in and out of my mouth while I gagged.

  “No teeth. Close your lips and suck on my cock,” he whispered. “It’s hard and thick for you, Holly. That’s what you do to a man, my dear. Relax and take it in.”

  I did as he asked. I relaxed my throat, which was easy to do with the calming effects of the pill and the aftershocks of pleasure that made me want to melt into the exam table. I slid my tongue along his big member as I tightened my lips around it and sucked. He did that for what seemed like forever, in and out slowly. Suddenly he took himself out of my mouth and tugged on my shoulders. He pulled me until I was sitting up, and shifted my body so that he could get on the table with me. I moved onto my side to accommodate him, but he grabbed my leg under my knee and guided me so that I was straddling his body as he lay flat on his back. His handsome eyes looked at my wet, glistening pussy lips, which were swollen and darker pink than usual. His eyes climbed up my naked chest and landed on my eyes.

  “Spread your cunt lips and impale yourself on my cock, you fucking tight slut,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. His harsh words both scared me and made the muscles in my sex twitch, yearning for more. Yearning to be filled up. I lifted myself up and over him. Up on my knees, I used both hands to spread the engorged lips of my vagina. I filled my small opening with the tip of what seemed like an impossibly big penis, angry and purple with veins going down the shaft. At the first bit of pressure, I gasped. His hands reached for my hard nipples. He pulled and tugged them, and the pleasure went straight to my clit. I slid down just a bit more, the distraction of pleasure allowing me to take the pain.

  “It hurts,” I breathed, gasping from both pain and pleasure.

  “It’s perfectly normal,” he whispered. “You are clenching your muscles. You’ll need to relax them to allow me to fuck you properly.”

  With that, he produced the small rubber device again. He placed it in my mouth and demanded I suck. “Get this wet…there you go,” he encouraged. Then he turned it on and placed it directly on the swollen red bud just above where his cock was struggling to get inside me. I immediately started to feel that same pleasurable tightening.

  “Play with your nipples the way I did.”

  I reached my hands up, feeling dirty and good at the same time. The pleasure increased, and he grasped my hips and started working his cock in while I held still. He moved up and down, inching in just a bit farther each time. The painful burning was immense, but so was the extreme pleasure. The tip of his cock pressed on the firm little nub on the inside of me, and that mixed with the pleasure of the vibrations was just too much to bear. He was barely halfway inside me, and I felt full to bursting. I tightened my hips around him and shamelessly pulled and twisted both of my nipples. When the dam seemed to burst
and pleasure explode inside my core, liquid poured out of me and drenched the doctor’s penis.

  “Ohmygod…ohmygod…” I gasped over and over. “What is happening?” I was embarrassed and moaning with pleasure still.

  “You are coming. You are ejaculating. It’s beautiful.”

  Chapter 3

  With that, he growled and entered me all the way by thrusting his hips upward in one hard, fast motion. I screamed silently as I felt him break through my slippery, tight pussy. My tits bounced hard as he took control of me and cupped my ass to move me up and down on his cock. I leaned forward so that my breasts rubbed against his shirt and tie and my clit rubbed against the skin of his pubic bone. The change in the angle seemed to get him going even more. He gasped out, and I felt his member swell even more inside me. Then, suddenly, his entire body stilled and he cried out. A warm sensation of fluid suddenly spurted inside me. I felt a hose of hot liquid spray the walls of my vagina, and the sensation sent me over the edge again. For the third time, I felt that spring inside me coil and burst, breaking forth in waves of rolling orgasm. As I screamed out from the shattering climax, he grabbed a handful of my golden-brown locks and crushed his lips to mine. Our moans were lost down each other’s throats as his tongue fucked my mouth in a searingly passionate kiss. My very first kiss.

  We came down from the high slowly. He gently guided me off of him. I gasped when I saw the pearl-white liquid ooze out of me. It was tinged pink with my blood.

  “Shh,” he said, patting my head and kissing the corner of my mouth. “That is normal too. And you won’t bleed next time. That is called taking your virginity, sweet girl.” He grinned mischievously, and the smile was infectious. I smiled back. He stood and buckled his pants. I stood before him, naked and suddenly feeling shy. He took a large handful of soft tissues from the box on the counter and gently cleaned me between my legs. I thought it was so sweet.

  “Can you see me again, doctor?” I bit down on my lip. He took my naked body in his arms and kissed me hungrily. “I think I will need to give you another prescription very soon,” he said.

  I threw my head back and laughed.

  Minutes later, I collected my paperwork and left the good doctor. As I made my way out to the waiting room to greet my impatient mother, I made sure to grab one of his cards.

  STORY TWENTY-FOUR

  Chapter 1

  Life at Coomber University was like a dream come true. It was early September, a glorious time of year when summer hadn’t quite left the air yet, but everyone was back at school. Coomber U was located in the woods of northern Minnesota, so people tended to enjoy the warmth while it lasted. This made everything easier; girls could wear skimpy attire and wouldn’t have to worry about freezing their literal asses off and this meant that the guys could get a good look at the goods. Coomber University was one of the smaller schools in the state having only a combined undergraduate and graduate student body of a little over 9000.

  I was sitting on the bench watching the football practice come to a timely conclusion. It was Wednesday and the sun was setting. I had the best of all worlds in terms of a relationship, studies, and friends. Despite the odds, I had the time to manage a physics and chemistry double major as well as healthy relationship. My boyfriend, Jim, was the starting fullback on Coomber University’s football team, the Kodiaks. My weekly routine was to watch every home game and a single practice on hump day. I smiled as Jim came out of the team meeting and headed directly for me. He ripped off his helmet and gave me a wide, sweaty smile. His normally curly blonde mop-top was flattened with wet perspiration.

  “Hello, lover,” He said.

  “Hello, tough guy,” I said.

  He unbuckled his shoulder-pads and placed them on top of his helmet. I was immediately hit by a fog of sweat and body odor.

  “You need to shower,” I said waving my hand in front of my face. “You stink.”

  Jim’s smile grew wider. “You love the way I stink,” he said taking two steps closer to me. “It revs your engine.”

  Without so much as a second thought, I stuck out my hand the way a traffic officer does to stop a car. “Jim, babe, I love you. But if you even think of coming anywhere closer to me before showering, I will─”

  “You’ll what?” He said, taking two steps closer.

  It was a clear challenge. This type of thing happened from time to time. It was the adrenaline from hitting and getting hit for the past two and half hours. The millions of years of evolutionary instinct was releasing chemicals into his brain telling him to pass on his genetic information before being killed off, which of course meant mating (and from this you can really tell how much of a nerd I am). But he was right about that stink, a primal part of me loved that dripping masculinity, but I knew from experience that after a single session of hardcore lovemaking with that animalistic smell, my dorm room wouldn’t smell right for days. I came up with a retort that I knew would stop him dead in his tracks.

  “I’ll make sure you have blue-balls for the next month.”

  Jim’s full smile reduced by half. “Really?”

  “Don’t test me,” I said adamantly.

  Jim threw up his hands in a surrendering gesture. “Okay, okay. You win.”

  “Text me when you’re all cleaned up,” I said. “I’ll be done studying by then.”

  “Cool,” Jim said. “I can’t wait.”

  He turned and started walking back to the locker rooms. I stayed for a moment and watched him saunter away. Even under his leg pads, I could see that perfect ass of his jaunt up and down. I can’t wait to get him in bed, I thought to myself. He hadn’t called my bluff and for that I was grateful. If he forced me to make good on my threats of celibacy, I knew that it would be just as painful for him as it would be for me. With a sigh, I turned around and headed for my dorm.

  ***

  I closed the bio-chemistry textbook with a satisfied sigh. Many people in my class complained about the difficulty posed by the various equations and formulas in the tests and homework that was required by our course, but not me. Science and math were always things that came easy to me and I took pride in the fact that I was doing better than so many of my other studious peers. I whipped out my smartphone and checked for a message from Jim, but my inbox was empty. I decided against texting my boyfriend. I had clearly put tonight’s date squarely into his hands and it would be on him to make the first move. Maybe I was old-fashioned that way. I waited for a few minutes and then decided to make a call. Not to Jim, but to someone else.

  After a brief conversation, I hung up the phone and waited with bells on. I considered Kyle to be one of my best friends and someone that I could trust with anything. Five minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. With a smile, I rose to my feet and opened the door.

  “Hello there,” I said.

  “Hey, Sarah,” Kyle said in that cool voice of his. “What’ s up?”

  “Just got done studying.”

  “Rad.” He poked his head of wavy, black, hair through the door. “May I enter the castle, milady?”

  I smiled. “You may.”

  Kyle came in and took a seat on the beanbag chair in the corner of the room, right next to the lamp. “So, what’s new in the kingdom?”

  “Oh, the usual,” I started. “I am besieged on all sides by enemies and traitors that want to usurp my throne. And as usual, the lord is out-of-country, fighting some faraway enemy.”

  The referral of Jim as the lord made Kyle nod. “Well if the lady is lonely, perhaps the court jester may be of service.” He pointed both thumbs toward himself.

  “Jester?” I said. “I thought they called people who entertained the court, fools.”

  “A slur!” Kyle said rather loudly. “A slur on my profession!”

  We both started laughing uncontrollably. The back and forth was indicative of my relationship with Kyle. Our friendship was a series of inside jokes, secrets, and references that most ordinary people wouldn’t get and that was just the way I
liked it. Kyle, like me was a nerd. Except where I thrived well in math and science, Kyle was more into the fine and performing arts. It was a shock to no one that he declared himself a music and theatre double-major two semesters ago.

  The laughing died down and was soon replaced by a comfortable silence. We stared at each other for a few seconds, taking the time in. Kyle was attractive in a quasi-punk sort of way. With his wavy black hair, thin figure, and preference for dark hoodies and skinny jeans, he could’ve easily passed for a member of My Chemical Romance or any other of the pop-punk bands that sprouted up in the early 2000s. To put it bluntly, Kyle was everything that Jim was not. Jim was beefy and Kyle was scrawny. Jim was a salt-of-the-earth guy that you would want to bring home to mom and Kyle was the type of guy you could stay up talking to until dawn. Jim had a big heart and loved me in the classical man and wife sort of way. Kyle made me think; just when I thought I had life pinned down, he could make me totally re-examine what I was doing and why I was doing it. That should’ve been a bit more obvious, with Kyle having that minor in philosophy and Jim not even being able to pronounce the name Socrates.

  I couldn’t deny that there was a massive sexual tension between Kyle and I. Although I had my initial suspicions, Kyle had never told me he was gay and I didn’t give it anymore thought. Until that night, two weeks ago. In that haze of cold beer and fumy bong resin, I had pushed and pushed Kyle until he gave me an answer. He responded by giving me some of the best sex I had ever had. I won’t go as far to say that he was a better lay than Jim, but he was definitely different. Where Jim saw it as a sporting event of physical endurance and stamina, Kyle saw it as a pilgrimage; a quest to the very nature of being.

  Kyle looked straight into me with those two dark brown eyes of his. He knew what I was thinking about without even saying a word and that was one of the big reasons I was attracted to him. Why did I have to be so easy to read?

  “So,” Kyle began. “Are we going to talk about the six-hundred pound gorilla in the room?”