CHAPTER TWO
Travis
As a traveling doctor, there’s no need to settle down or to establish a practice. Instead, I visit a variety of difference offices in a variety of different cities, states, and even countries, filling in when one or more of my colleagues needs a break.
And it’s been fun, for sure. I get to see the globe, medicine is a universal language. So it’s been one destination after another, visiting the Taj Mahal, the Louvre and Ayers Rock on the way.
And when my friend from medical school, Maura Alba, asked me to fill in for her while she took a vacation, I immediately agreed. Why not? It was good money, after all, and hey, I’d never seen New Jersey before. Frankly, I haven’t spent that much time stateside in the past twenty years, instead plying my trade in all sorts of far-flung places.
But now here I was in Perth, New Jersey, waiting for something fun to roll around. This city kinda sucks, to be honest. New Jersey has a reputation as the armpit of the United States, and I could see why after two weeks. Perth is grimy. The water isn’t fluoridated. In fact, they’ve had a bunch of lead poisoning scares, supposedly from old pipes that hadn’t been replaced in centuries.
But it’s not just infrastructure problems. This place is boring. Everything shuts down by 8 p.m., and a lot of stores don’t even open on Sunday. How the fuck do they stay in business? Beats the hell out of me.
So yeah, shit wasn’t going to improve. Good thing my time here is almost up. I promised Maura two weeks max, and thank god, that’s right around the corner. So grabbing my clipboard, I strode down the hall, eager for the day to end.
Let’s see, who was my next patient? Probably another bimbo. One thing about Maura’s practice is that she has a lot of patients with no real health concerns. Just a bunch of middle-aged ladies desperately hoping to stay young forever. Most of these women kept begging me miracle potions and youth elixirs, but there really are none. It’s just sleep, exercise, and taking good care of yourself. The human body ages, there ain’t nothing that can stop the passage of time.
But just the same, these females were desperate. And I can see why. Their breasts were getting saggy, cunts loose after five kids. And yet they sought to preserve their MILF status with Barbie doll hair and Paris Hilton velour sweats. Not to mention the yoga pants. A bunch of ladies squeezed themselves into the tightest spandex shit, stuff that was supposed to make them look two sizes smaller.
Yeah right.
Again, nothing can stop the passage of time.
But still. They were trying in more ways than one. Because a couple old biddies have thrown themselves at me. Yeah, I’m a good-looking motherfucker, and these women have no ethics. They’re married with a passel of kids, but were those roadblocks? Did that cause them a moment of doubt?
Hell no. Instead, a bunch of Perth ladies have propositioned me already, shaking their boobs enticingly, pulling their vaginas open to give me the good one. But it’s a no go. Not only would my license be revoked, but it’s just not my thing. I don’t like bone-thin females who need a square meal. I don’t like women whose chests are concave, their breasts mere mosquito bites. I like hefty and full, with a real ass and generous tits. In my opinion, the United States has got it all wrong. Other countries that prefer big and bountiful are on the right track, appreciating the natural female form.
So yeah, being a traveling doctor works. I get my fill of curvy chicks from around the world, and there’s no need to stick with one woman either. I’m in a city for two weeks, then then a different country after that. There’s no hassle, no pain, no recriminations. There’s no relationship on the table, and most ladies get it. It’s global pussy for me. Variety is the spice of life, it keeps a man young.
But it was time to get to work.
Taking a look at the chart, I could see that my next patient was nothing more than a girl. Eighteen to be exact, with no history of smoking or drinking. No drinking? Seriously? I don’t trust people who don’t drink, it’s weird, like they don’t enjoy life.
As I reviewed her chart, my head shook once more. Hell, she sounded really boring, like a real Plain Jane, probably ugly as all hell too. Just my luck.
Whatever, it’s just a routine exam. I’m getting paid. It’d be over in no time.
I knocked, but there was no answer. And grabbing the doorknob, I pushed open the barrier, expecting to see an ugly girl waiting.
But instead, the gorgeous woman before me makes my cock stiffen. Blinking a little, I stare once more. This is Exam Room B, right? I’m not in the wrong place?
Because the woman is breathtaking. She immediately looks up at me, her wide brown eyes filled with innocence. Auburn curls brush her shoulders, bouncing lightly to and fro. Her face is like an angel, that pretty pink pout slightly parted, cheeks slightly flushed.
And even beneath that thin robe, I can tell she has a beautifully curvy body. Oh yeah, there are hills and valleys under there worthy of awards, their lushness barely covered by the paper robe.
Aw fuck.
I’m gonna touch that?
Hell yeah.
But it’s important to stay professional … at least for now. Covering my stiffening groin with my clipboard, I move forwards into the room.
“Miss Dorman?” I manage in a smooth drawl, like nothing’s wrong. “Jane Dorman?”
The brunette bites her lip for a moment.
“Yes, that’s me,” she replies. “Hello.” Her voice is sweet, like the song of an siren, with just a trace of nervousness.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Morgan, filling in for Dr. Alba today. You’re here for a regular check-up, right?”
She nods silently. But then a whisper comes.
“Yes. Actually, it’s my first time.” Her voice is so quiet that she’s almost whispering at this point, and my ears strain to catch those tones.
But aw shit.
Is this really her first time?
Hell yeah. Perth just got a lot better.
Because unprofessional or not, I wanted to see her pussy. I wanted to inspect a tight, fresh one, young and sweet. I wanted to look deep inside those gleaming folds while she waited, breathing hard, those massive boobies rising up and down.
But this is a professional exam. So my expression remained neutral.
“No worries. Is there anything I should know beforehand? Any medical problems? Have you been experiencing any pain?”
She bit her lip.
“No, Doctor.”
“Okay great. Well, I’ll begin by-“
But then the girl interrupts.
“Actually,” she begins slowly. Her cheeks grow pink, incredibly enticing. “I – I’m not sure if this matters, but I’m a virgin.” Again, her voice is almost a whisper, like she’s devastatingly embarrassed. Those big brown eyes dart away, cheeks flushing a deep red. “I thought you should know,” she says to the floor, not meeting my gaze.
Oh shit. My dick jerks stiffly under the clipboard, straining against the fabric of my pants. I thought when she said this was her first time, it meant that this was her first exam. Not that she’s never felt cock. But this isn’t a bad thing. The opposite in fact. This female has never had something deep within those sweet folds, never moaned in ecstasy during a furious session of heavy dicking.
And I’m just the guy for the job.
What the hell?
This is fucking crazy.
I’ll lose my license.
I’ll be prosecuted and tried as a sex offender.
But shit, my dick doesn’t care. It wants to taste this sweetness, and won’t give up.
So I smile reassuringly, maintaining a calm, professional demeanor.
“That’s fine. Everyone has a first exam.”
Her eyes return to mine for a moment, reflecting a mixture of surprise and hesitation. But then she exhales, and I can see the girl mentally summoning her courage.
“Okay,” she murmurs, still looking down. “I’m ready then.”
Putting the clipboard on the counter, I button the white lab coat so that my erection is hidden. Fuck, this thing is huge. My boner could probably drill a hole in solid rock right now, it aches just being in the presence of this beautiful virgin.
But she doesn’t know and I smile neutrally once more.
“Is it alright if I use my hands to inspect your body?”
She nods, signaling that it’s okay for me to make my move.
And slowly, I scan her body up and down, pretending like this is what I always do. In fact, the opposite. Most times I try not to see what’s before me. I look, but my brain is more like a machine, noting deficiencies, noting potential problem areas.
This time it’s different though. I’m soaking in the curves of this gorgeous female body. Every inch. Every sweet centimeter is burned on my retinas, even through the thin paper fabric.
“Lean back,” comes my rasp. Her eyes fly up to mine. Oh shit, that was too seductive. “Lean back,” I command this time, assertive yet neutral, and slowly, the woman tilts herself so that she’s resting against the exam table.
“Perfect. Now I’m going to undo this robe.”
And with quick fingers, it’s done. The little ties were straining against Jane’s lusciousness, stretching and almost breaking, so they almost come apart on their own.
And then, the most glorious thing happens.
Her breasts actually break free from the paper robe, like straight out of a movie. They’re gorgeous and huge, even bigger than expected. The luscious sacks of cream hang ripe and firm, pink nipples pointed my way, hard as rocks.
Because my Plain Jane is aroused as fuck. Oh yeah, it’s cold in this exam room, they keep these places like freezers sometimes. But this kind of pebbling isn’t from the cold. This kind of stiffness is because she needs a man in her body, she needs a man’s mouth sucking those delectable tips, making her moan and scream.
So slowly, I rub my hands together, warming them up. Usually, latex gloves are called for, but in this case, I’ve conveniently “forgotten,” determined to squeeze those boobies skin against skin. Reaching forward, I take the massive weight of her right breast in both of my hands, lifting it up slightly.
“Does that hurt?”
Jane shakes her head slightly.
I smile reassuringly.
“Good, tell me if anything bothers you.”
And oh fuck, this glorious breast is so beautiful. My thumb strokes her supple skin, watching little goosebumps form. Does she like that? Slowly, my eyes trace a pattern from her breast skin to the edges of her nipple. Her areolas are lush and a deep pink, as if someone spilled a glass of fine wine upon soft, snowy cream. Watching closely, the skin around her areola tightens as her nipples harden even more, the girl’s breathing growing labored. In fact, the longer I stare, the more her nipples perk.
Good.
She likes this.
“Any new sensations now?” comes my smooth voice.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Painful?”
“No”. She shakes her head and take a deep breath, her breast rising in my hand. Shit, that feels right, the soft slope moving under my fist. “Just … different. I’ve never been touched there before,” she admits with a shy smile this time.
“Oh?”
Jane nods, and I continue to gently stroke and massage her breast. This time, I wrap both hands around her boobie, cupping it by the base, squeezing gently as I slide my hands forward, like I’m milking the beautiful mound.
“Does it hurt when I squeeze like this?”
Jane shakes her head slightly.
“No, it ….”
“It what, sweetheart? How does it feel?”
“It…it feels good.” I can almost hear a small moan escape her lips as she makes the admission. Good. I want her loosened up, I want to get her hot and bothered and ready for more. Because there’s a lot more coming, pretty baby.
Continuing to squeeze, my mind goes crazy. The softness in my hands makes my dick jerk painfully, and incredibly, I envision these full sacks filled to the brim with nutritious milk. She’s fertile for sure. There’d be so much vitamin D in her heaving teats. Dribbles would slide from her nipples constantly, feeding a baby and then me.
What the fuck?
Where is this going?
Why am I thinking of Jane pregnant and giving birth?
Is it her figure?
That lusciousness that speaks of fertility?
And why do I want to impregnate? My usual thing is pump and dump, not raising kids.
But this is already so fucked up, so I go one better.
Using my thumb, I trace my way to the front of her breast. Slowly, my finger outlines her areola, and oh shit, this time the girl definitely moans. Stopping, I look into her eyes. But those sweet brown eyes are closed before fluttering open when she realized I’ve ceased all motion. They’re dreamlike and hazy, innocent yet knowing now as well. Because she wants me to continue.
“Tell me sweetheart,” is my low growl. “Say it.”
She closes her eyes and moans again, pushing her chest forward into my hand. But I won’t give her the satisfaction until she says the words.
“Say it,” I rumble again, eyes hard and gleaming. “Say it.”
Those brown eyes flutter open slightly, her pink lips slightly parted. And then her tongue snakes out to lightly wet her lips before speaking.
“Yes Dr. Morgan. Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me,” she whispers again.
“Touch me where?” I ask roughly. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
Jane hesitates for a moment, but then those eyes go dreamlike again.
“Here,” she pants softly, pointing to her breasts. And then the little girl surprises me. “And here,” she says, gesturing to her creamy pussy below.
Oh shit, oh shit! Because her robe’s pulled open a bit, and when I look down I can see it. That soft vee hidden between her thighs, the pale pink lips swollen and slightly slick already with arousal. Oh shit, I have to have it, and my dick literally erupts in my pants, a burst of pre-cum jetting out.
But first things first.
“Good girl,” comes my low growl. “I’ll take care of you, no worries sweetheart.”
And with that, I lift my thumb and gently flick the tip of her nipple, the point elongating before my gaze. An involuntary gasp escapes Jane’s lips.
“Oh my god!” she squeaks, eyes wide. “Oh my god!”
“Stay still honey,” my voice drawls. “I’m gonna check your nipple again.”
And smiling I flick it once more. Oh shit, it grows even rosier and more rigid, now almost two inches long, protruding like a. I continue playing with her nipple for several long seconds, and Jane almost stops breathing, watching with wide eyes as her body responds beautifully and naturally. But then she gets into it. Slowly, her lids drop once more, mouth slightly open as she moans.
“Ahhhh,” is that soft cry. “Oh!”
I continued flicking her nipple with my left hand, and move my right hand over to her other breast. I repeat the same motion with my right thumb, playing around with those hard tips, swirling them around in circular motions, rubbing them gently, and then a bit harder, and then gently again.
Jane’s making a lot of noises at this point.
“Oh doctor,” she cries gutturally, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy. “Oh doctor.”
That’s when I knew it was time for me to taste them.
“Jane,” comes my low rumble. “Lie back, sweetheart. I’m going to lower this so you can relax, okay? You ready?”
“Yes Doctor,” she whispers.
And reaching underneath, I press a button so that the exam table is completely horizontal, my gorgeous patient flat on her back. And shit, her breasts rise like snowy mountains, the most beautiful display. Immediately, I take into my hands again, rubbing and squeezing the luscious flesh even as I eye that lovely body, devouring her curves.
But right. I want a mouthful of the goodness. I need to taste this ecstasy, so never stopping my hands, I hook a small stool with my foot and drag it over so that it’s right next to the exam table. Sitting down, I lean over until those hard, perky nipples are just inches from my face.
But instead of going for a mouthful, instead I just breathe. The warm air from my lungs coasts over her sensitive flesh, and the girl moans again, twisting slightly.
“Oh!” is her cry, eyes closed, head tilting back. “Oh!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I growl. “And there’s more.”
Lowering my mouth, I lick once slowly, laving her pink tip with my tongue, pulling back for a moment to see the shiny nub perk even more before standing straight up, hard and aroused.
“Oh!” she cries out again. “Oh Dr. Morgan!”
But I can’t resist anymore. I can’t go slow. And immediately, my mouth latches on hungrily, sucking and pulling at that tasty nip.
Jane and I moan simultaneously as my lips go wild. My tongue circles her areola, making its way up to the tip of the nipple, and then back down and around. My lips squeeze and wrap around the nipple, trying to take as much of that heavenly flesh into my mouth as possible. Oh fuck. I’m in heaven, devouring mouthful after mouthful of this girl, unable to get enough.
And Jane’s enjoying herself too. She lets out a soft whimper, pushing her breasts into my mouth as if begging me to take more. Her body trembles slightly all over as I suck on these delicious teats.
Soon the room is a cacophony of noises, wet, smacking sounds as well as the breathless moans coming from Jane’s lips. But it sounded good, so I went at it even harder, devouring that creamy breast flesh, whipping my tongue back and forth over each stiff tip.
“Unnh!” she cries out, grasping at my hair. “Oh god!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I growl, squeezing one big mass while biting down with my teeth. “It gets better, I promise.”
“Ah!” she shrieks this time, eyes flying open as a lance of pain darts through her breast. But I make it better. With a big hand, I massage the stinging flesh, warming her up and soothing the ache.
“Oh,” she moans once more. “Oh god, Dr. Morgan.”
Slowly, I lift my head, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the valley between her giant gazongas, before looking straight into those big brown eyes. And then I kiss the girl, taking those sweet lips with mine, letting her feel the intense heat of aroused male body.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper against her pout. “So, so sweet.”
And Jane loses it then. Mewling and writhing, her hands undo the remaining ties so that her body is completely revealed, laid out like a feast on the exam room table. Oh shit, she’s gorgeous, those big boobies heaving up and down, her sweet cunt already slick and wet with nectar.
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.”