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.
Because there is no choice. I’m getting dick for the first time, and oh god, it’s good. My body shakes, big boobs pressed into the exam table, ass high up for him to savor.
“That’s right,” he rasps behind me, spitting once so that hot saliva drips onto where our bodies meet. “That’s good, pretty girl, you’re doing great.”
And with that, he edges forward again, pulsing and insistent. I close my eyes, head buried into my arms, just focusing on the feel in my cunt. Oh god, oh god, is it always like this? I’m being split in half, my pussy so fucked already, and yet we’re not even done. Not even close to done.
And sensing my hesitation, Dr. Morgan does it.
“I’m going slow baby because we’re at your hymen. Can you feel it? Can you feel me there?”
Closing my eyes, I concentrate. Oh god, yes, it’s true. There’s the distinct feel of a hardness brushing against my delicate insides, of a girlhood that’s dying to be vanquished. And grabbing my hips, Dr. Morgan leans over to kiss the nape of my neck, breath hot against my ear.
“You ready pretty girl? You ready for the big one?”
Slowly, I nod, eyes still closed, body poised. Because I want it. I want this, I want to belong to him, to enter womanhood with a stiff shaft embedded deep inside.
And the alpha does it then. With one swift thrust, he pulses into my interior, breaking that sweet barrier, hot cock balls to the wall in my cunt.
Screaming, I cry out.
“Yes, Dr. Morgan! Yes yes yes!”
And immediately, the big male responds. He swings his hips back and then pulses into me once more, the slide so delicious, making me shriek as the fucking starts.
“Yes!” I scream again, belting to the heavens. “Yes, more!”
And the big male growls into my ear.
“You’ll get more of this dick, sweet thing. You’re gonna get it until this sweet puss is filled with my hot cum.”
For a moment, I start. Oh shit! I’m not on birth control! He’s not using a condom! But all thoughts fly out of my head as the pummeling begins. Because Dr. Morgan eases himself out slowly, but then thrusts back in, my cunt crammed full once more.
“That’s right,” he rasps. “You’re my little fuckslut, my little cum bucket. Milk it baby girl, milk it.”
And just like that, the whore within is released. My pussy squeezes him tight, begging him for more, urging the fat fuckpole towards conclusion.
“Yes!” I scream again, offering him my all. “Yes, yes, yes!”
And after a few more frenzied thrusts, it happens. I’m too new, I don’t know how to control my reactions, and my body flies over the edge after only a few hard strokes of that dick in my pussy.
“Ahhhh!” is my agonized scream, cunt dissolving into spasms. “Oh god, Travis!”
He doesn’t even stop as I melt around his cock, shrieking with ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he grunts, balls slapping against the backs of my thighs as he forces his way into my clamping cunt again and again. “That’s it baby girl – OH FUCK!”
Because the big man bursts then. I don’t know if it’s because my snatch is so tight, because I was squeezing so hard, or if it was the virgin aspect. But one minute I’m being pounded, and the next, a hot flow of liquid is bursting within, spraying me with virile man milk.
“Yes!” I scream once more, sucking it deeper still. “Yes, yes, fill me up,” is my ecstatic moan.
And oh shit, he just keeps spurting. There’s so much cum, blast after blast drenching my vaginal chamber, oozing and gooey, hot and delicious. In fact, there’s so much that I overflow, hot spunk coming out between our bodies and trailing down my leg.
“Yes,” is my delirious moan, pussy clenching and clamping, pulling that virile liquid deep. “More.”
And with a final thrust, Dr. Morgan does it. He ejaculates once more, a hot spray lashing my insides before pulling out.
“Um?” I ask quizzically, turning my head to look. My cunt’s so soft and loose now, filled to the brim with male jism.
But those blue eyes gleam.
“I want you to eat it, sweet thing,” he says. “Eat this hot spunk.”
And with no hesitation whatsoever, I do exactly as he asks. Scrambling, my curves jiggle this way and that as I turn on my hands and knees. And like a dog, I nuzzle his cock, that meaty pole glistening with a combination of virile spunk and my own pussy cream.
“Mmmm,” I murmur, sucking the head. “Mmmm.”
Because it’s so nasty. I’m literally sucking a man’s cock, one flavored with the distinct tang of my cunt mixed with hot, fresh jism. And nothing’s ever been this good. Like a slut, I gobble it up, taking him as deep as possible, cheeks bulging, saliva running down my chin.
“Good girl,” he rasps, chest and abs hard, watching as I mouth that fuckpole. “I knew you’d be slutty.”
And with that, the dark man leans over my back and caresses my asshole again before pushing his thumb in. My hips jerk involuntarily, eyes going wide, almost choking on that fuckshaft. Did he really? Oh god!
But it’s true. The man’s now fucking my ass with his finger as I gobble that hot stick.
“You’re a dirty whore, you know that?” the alpha rasps as I suck even deeper, eyes closing with ecstasy as my anus gets a finger bang. “You’re a fucking dirty slut.”
And all over again, I come. My ass clenches down hard on his thumb, throat closing around that fat cock as my body dissolves into its third orgasm within fifteen minutes.
“Mmmph!” is my muffled cry, butt fucked so good. “Mmmph!”
And Dr. Morgan erupts as well. Another powerful blast of sperm sprays out, this time going straight down my throat, filling me up from the other end.
“Aw FUCK!” he roars, the champ owning his woman both ways. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
And oh god, but it’s amazing. I never thought I’d fuck my doctor. I thought this was going to be a routine exam with a female gynecologist, an unfortunate necessity of growing up. But instead, I didn’t get a scapula up my insides. A got an alpha’s male dick hot and hard into my pussy and mouth, depositing hot seed both ways. And the worst part? I absolutely loved it, down to the last drop.