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We Knew it Was Wrong, But …

By Powerone

She was desperate; the cheerleader coach said that unless she had the physical exam by Monday, she was off the team. She’d been so busy with school that she forgot all about it, hopeless now. It was late Friday. It would be next to impossible to get an exam on Saturday or Sunday.

Rachel loved cheerleading, even though it still failed to gain her the popularity of the other cheerleaders. She was relegated to second string, but at least she was on the team, lucky that a sophomore gained admittance. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl; those that were polite called her pretty. Her figure wasn’t exceptional, smallish breasts, nice hips, a roundish, but firm butt and long legs. Her dark hair set her apart from the mostly blonde cheerleaders, but few were natural blondes.

Then it hit her suddenly. It had been a lot of years since she had thought about it. She had been best friends with Megan since kindergarten until they were fourteen. They were inseparable; one of them would always sleep over at the other’s house on the weekend. It came back to her vividly as if it happened only yesterday, not six years ago. She was barely a teen, with a body that was just starting to develop. Megan’s father was a doctor, family practice. They lived in a big house, even though there were only three of them. Rachel remembered she had a crush on him. What fourteen year old wouldn’t? He was handsome, charming, and a doctor. Just the sort a man a fourteen year old wanted to marry and live happily ever with.

It was foolish and embarrassing, but she didn’t think so at the time. Megan’s mother was out that night, her father home with the two of them. The three of them watched videos, ate popcorn, laughed and joked as if they were best friends. They were allowed to stay up late, finally going upstairs at midnight. While Megan changed in her bedroom, Rachel made an excuse and went down to the hall bathroom, the one next to Megan’s father’s room. She took off her clothes quickly, knowing Megan’s father would soon be coming up the stairs. Naked she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t see a scrawny fourteen year old, but a seductive woman.

As the footsteps came up the stairs, she opened the bathroom door, not slightly, but wide open. She had her pajamas in her hand when he came past the door. He couldn’t help but to look into the brightly lit room. Rachel remembered the look. It wasn’t shock or surprise. It was something else. He stared at her, but his eyes weren’t on her face. They were gazing lower to her naked body. She dropped the pajamas at an opportune moment. “Sorry, Doctor Amstad, I didn’t hear you coming.” She didn’t try to cover herself up, instead getting on her knees to pick up the pajamas. She remembered his every movement. He kneeled down next to her. It felt like a lightening bolt was racing through her body when his hand touched her as he gave her the pajamas. She thought it was an orgasm, finding out the next day it wasn’t when she masturbated to the same scene in her head and a true orgasm racked her body for the first time.

“You better cover up, Rachel. You don’t want to catch a cold.”

They both stood up, but he continued to stare at her naked body. It was the first time that she realized that she could make a man hard, his cock jutting out the front of his pants. “Yes,” was the only word she could muster up. He finally turned and walked away, but he looked back once, Rachel delayed closing the door as long as she could.

The next morning nothing was said about it, but she saw the way he looked at her. Or she imagined she did.

Doctor Amstad and Megan’s mother were divorced now, breaking up the next year when Megan and Rachel were fifteen. Megan and her mother moved away, but Doctor Amstad stayed. Rachel never heard from Megan again.

She got the telephone number to his office, dialing it slowly, her heart racing a mile a minute when the phone was answered. Rachel knew he wouldn’t answer it, but it was the anxiety that was making her heart race.

“May I please speak to Doctor Amstad?” She said it in a tone as if she should be connected right away.

“Who’s calling, please?” The nurse was curt, but polite, Rachel hearing the buzz of voices in the background.

“Rachel Blase.” She offered no other explanation.

There was a moment of silence, than the receptionist spoke up. “I don’t find your name in our patient records.”

“This is personal. He will know who I am.” Her voice was confident, even though her heart was racing.

“He is in an office call right now, and has two more. What is a number that the doctor can call you at?”

“555-645-9850. Have him call me back today, it is important.”

“I will see what I can do. Thank you for calling.”

The phone went dead. All that Rachel could do was wait.

The phone ringing scared her. It was only five minutes, looking at the number on her phone. It was Doctor Amstad’s number. Nervously she picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Rachel. It’s been a long time since I heard your voice.”

She shivered when she heard him say her name. It was as though he recognized her voice after all these years. Could he actually remember me?

“Yes, Doctor Amstad. Sorry about your divorce. I hope Megan is doing fine.”

“Yes, though I don’t hear much from her anymore. Her mother remarried and she is off at college. How about you, are you in college?”

“Yes, I stayed here and go to State.”

“A great school. Are you doing well?”

Rachel’s heart was still racing. They were having a conversation as if they were long lost friends.

“Yes, but I have one problem. I hate to ask you, but you are the only one that can help me.” She took a deep breath and held it.

“Anything, Rachel. I always liked you. So much more grown up and mature than Megan.”

Was he talking about seeing me naked when I was fourteen? “I’m on the cheerleader team, but I forgot all about the physical exam. Now they say I have to have an exam by Monday or I am off the team. I worked hard to get on it and would hate to lose it just because I was too busy with school. I need one tomorrow.” She tried not to let her voice sound so desperate, but she was.

“My office is closed on the weekend, Rachel.” He heard her sighing heavily. This was the most risky idea he ever had. “If you want an exam, I can give you one tomorrow. But, no one will be here. Not even a nurse,” he warned her.

“Yes, yes,” she almost shouted out excitedly.

“Before you agree, remember, that this will be a full exam. I cannot in good conscious do a poor job. Let me repeat, there will not be a nurse here, only the two of us.”

She shouldn’t have said it, but it just blurted out of her head. “You’ve already seen me naked, Doctor Amstad.”

His cock was already hard, even before she reminded him. “I never touched you back then, you were too young.” He said it almost as if he was apologizing for not taking advantage of her.

Rachel could almost feel his hands touching her now. Her pussy was getting wet. It had been almost two years since she had sex, two long years and even then it was infrequent. School had always been more important than boys. “I’m a grown woman, Doctor Amstad. I trust that you will be gentle with me.” Was I wishing it would be more than an exam?

“I will take good care of you, Rachel. I’m a doctor; I know what a woman wants and needs. Come to my office at eleven. Knock on the door.” Was I making this into something more than it was? Am I sounding like a pervert that wants to molest her?

“I have complete trust in you, Doctor Amstad. I will be your obedient patient.” Rachel wanted to slip her hand in her panties, but she fought back the urge. She wanted Doctor Amstad to feel her hot and wet tomorrow. “See you at eleven, and thank you again. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone. Obedient patient. She couldn’t believe that those words actually came out of her mouth.

* * *

They were both nervous the next day. Rachel changed her clothes four times, even though she knew that she would be naked before long. She finally settled on a blue plaid skirt, blue socks that went almost to her knees, a modest button-down white blouse, though it was made of silk. She wore a pair of white panties, modest but cut low and a frilly white bra. Once she was dressed and looked into the mirror it looked like she was trying to recreate the same time when she was fourteen, though she couldn’t deny that her figure had greatly improved.

Doctor Amstad wore a clean, white coat, a stethoscope around his neck making him feeling more doctorly, but he couldn’t deny the erection that he had since he woke up. He had the exam room all set up since he wouldn’t have a nurse to help him, but this was special. He had a few things that belonged more in the bedroom than in a doctor’s office. The large Hitachi vibrator one of them. Even though he had just glanced at his clock and knew it was eleven, the knock on the door made him jump.

He opened up the door and was pleased with what he saw. Rachel stood there in a schoolgirl outfit that was all the rage with the older girls as if they were all trolling to be molested by an older man. Her figure had appreciated over the years. She had nice breasts, not big, not tiny. He opened the door and let her in, but his eyes were gazing at her firm ass and long legs. “You are very beautiful, Rachel. A very beautiful woman now.” His cock jerked in excitement in his pants, hoping that she didn’t see his obvious erection.

“Thank you, Doctor Amstad.” Rachel couldn’t help blushing, especially the way he was looking at her. He looked into her eyes first, but then his gaze went down her body, slowly and sensuously taking in every curve she had. She did the same, not surprised with his erection. After all, she had done the same thing to him when she was fourteen.

“Call me Michael, Rachel. Doctor Amstad sounds so formal.” He closed the door, turning the lock, afraid the loud click would chase her away.

“How about if we start off with Doctor Michael?” She stood waiting for him to direct her to the exam room.

“Yes, that would be okay. First door on the right.” Michael was as nervous as a man was on a first date with a new girl.

Rachel felt a sigh of relief when she walked into the room. There was no gynecological chair that causes all women to feel so humiliated when seated and spread open. There was a simple desk and chair with a small stool near it. In the center of the room was a leather covered exam table, though this one was fairly low. A cushioned pillow was at the top and it was covered with the customary white sheet. It had a small stool next to it for the doctor and a metal cabinet that was closed, Rachel wondering what was in it. There were small pictures on the wall, but besides that, it had all the makings of a sterile exam room.

“Have a seat on the stool, Rachel. If you could fill out this exam questionnaire it will save some time.” He handed her a clipboard and pen and she went to work immediately on the exam. It took only a minute before she looked up at him, a slight blush on her face. It was the part of the exam that indicated her sexual experience. She went back to answering, the pen moving slowly as she went through each question. He knew them by heart. Are you a virgin? If not, how many partners? Are you sexually active? Check off the sexual acts you engage in. Oral, vaginal, anal. Michael was excited to read her answers. The rest of the questions dealt with her prior medical history. It took her about ten minutes to finish.

Rachel handed it to him. “It certainly is thorough. But my answers are truthful.” She watched him as he read her answers. She knew when he got to the sexual experience, looking up at her. Vaginal, yes, oral, no, anal no. Sexually active, no. She sounded so pitiful.

“You seem to have had a healthy life, Rachel and you certainly look fit. Your sexual experience is limited and you are not sexually active. Do you enjoy sex?” He wished he could adjust his cock, growing harder and more cramped in his pants. At least the coat would cover it better now when he was sitting down.

“Yes,” she answered quickly, not wanting to discourage him. “I’ve been busy with school and just haven’t had the time or inclination to involve boys in my life lately. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just difficult and time consuming to date boys my own age.”

“Do you masturbate?” He smiled when she turned red instantly. He waited for her answer.

“Yes.” Her answer was short.

“How often?” She turned a deeper red.

“Weekly.” She paused. “Once or twice a week,” she added.

“Do you fantasize during masturbation?” She was almost beet red now.

“Yes.” She paused before she added an explanation, knowing he would ask. “An experience I had when I was fourteen is often in my head.” She felt the blush go from her face. It seemed to make its way to Doctor Michael’s face. She grinned.

“Many young girls have a crush on an older man.”

“I wanted him to teach me to be a woman. To show me how to please him.” It came out of her mouth without thought, the red flush returning to her body. It was as though she was asking him to fuck her. What could he be thinking of me?

“Is that still a fantasy of yours?”

“Yes, Doctor Michael. I’m hoping that it will come true some day. Some day soon.”

“It’s good that you can articulate your desires. Many women are repressed sexually because they are afraid to ask their partners to fulfill their desires. Your partner can’t guess what is in your head.” He knew he had to start soon before he lost his nerve. “Let’s begin now, Rachel. Bring your chair closer to me.”

She scooted the stool along the floor until she was only inches from him. Her legs were together coyly. He put his stethoscope in his ears. “Do you mind if I unbutton your blouse, Rachel?”

She looked into his eyes. “As I said yesterday on the phone. I will be your obedient patient. You may do anything…without asking.” She watched as his large hands went to her blouse. She leaned over closer to him, inhaling the manly scent of his aftershave. His hands went to her blouse and expertly opened the buttons one at a time. She looked down as he pulled it open once he got to her waist, exposing her bra. She arched her back and tried to make her breasts bigger than they were. “EEEhhh,” she cried out when the cold stethoscope touched the heated flesh of her breasts, feeling as though it was branding her for life.

“Sorry, it should be warm now.” He moved the stethoscope around, listening to her. Her heart was racing, but it wasn’t because she was sick. He let it hang from his neck. “I’m going to slip your blouse off, Rachel.”

“I told you that you don’t have to ask. I like the anticipation. I’m sure that you noticed my heart is racing.” She felt him taking off her blouse, helping him as he pushed it down her arms and off. He took it and folded it neatly as she sat in her bra. He came back to her, turning her until her back was to him. She felt his hands sliding up her naked back, sending goose bumps throughout her flesh, but it was her nipples that gave her arousal away. She could feel them turning into hard points that threatened to burst from the tip of her bra. She struggled to keep her hands at her sides as he slid the straps down her arms, pulling the bra from her body. She was naked to the waist, looking down at her big, brown nipples sticking out like rocks. She shivered in lust at the thought of him turning around to bare her breasts to his eyes and his hands. She felt his hands on her arms, turning her and the stool until she was facing him. She sat up straight in the stool as his eyes stared at her naked breasts. The room felt so bright, Rachel so exposed.

His hands moved up to her breasts, cradling them gently, feeling her body shudder when his hands touched her. She didn’t move, frozen as his hands began to gently squeeze them, Rachel arching her back and sticking them out into his hands as if she wanted more than a gentle touch. His fingers sought out her nipples, or he should say her nipples sought out his fingers. They were growing big and erect even before his fingers found them. His fingers gently grazed across the very tips, Rachel straining to push them deeper into his hands. He pulled his fingers away, teasing her as she moved forward until her nipples touched his fingers again. He didn’t move away this time, two fingers gripping each nipple and squeezing.

“MMMM,” she moaned. It felt so good that she couldn’t contain her arousal. She felt his strong fingers on her nipples, looking down to see them grip them tight. She could feel the blood pounding in the trapped tips, but his fingers refused to release them and that was okay with her.

He stared into her lust filled eyes as his fingers tightened on her nipples. “Is that too hard, Rachel?”

“No, no, harder,” she begged. “OOOHHH,” she cried out when his fingers pinched hard and then twisted, Rachel watching her beautiful nipples twisted into tortured shapes beneath his fingers. It hurt, but it hurt good. He played with her nipples, releasing them until the blood pounded painfully back into the tips, then he would grip and twist them again until she cried out. When he was finished, she never saw her nipples that big before. Big and red, her white breasts marred where his fingers dug into the flesh. No boy had ever treated her that way before. Her pussy was drenched, knowing that Doctor Michael would soon know her secret lust if he didn’t already.

“Over to the table and lay down on it, Rachel.” He stood up, but not before he fixed his cock in his pants. He saw Rachel looking at him as he did it. He smiled back at her.

She lay down on the bench, putting her head on the pillow. She put her arms over her head and to the sides, naked from the waist up. Doctor Michael sat down, his erection even larger now. She wondered how big his cock really was.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw it. She never saw anything like it before, but there was no doubt what it was used for. Especially when Doctor Michael turned it on. The gentle hum of the vibrator made it come alive. It was big and white, the round head almost like a man’s cock, the shaft having a power cord extended from the end. Her body was tense as it approached her, Rachel afraid that it would feel too good.

“Relax, Rachel,” Michael told her as he sat down on the stool next to her. She was spread out on the bench, half-naked but he would strip off the rest of her clothes soon enough. First, he wanted her hot and wet if she wasn’t already. He pushed the vibrator along her naked side, slowly moving along her side and across her belly, staring into her eyes as he did it. She sucked in her stomach as the vibrator slowly ran across her flesh. He didn’t spend much time on her belly. “Relax and enjoy it, Rachel.”

Rachel looked down as Doctor Michael pulled up her skirt, her hand reaching down instinctively when he placed the vibrator between her thighs and then forced it up between her clenched legs until it shook her body as the big, round head of the vibrator touched her between her legs.

“Pull your hands away, Rachel,” Michael instructed her, seeing the look on her face, but she obeyed without question. She clung to the hem of her skirt that now lay on her belly. Michael began to move the vibrator along her panty-covered pussy, but Rachel’s hips were already beginning to move from the gentle masturbation. He could hear the soft moans form her lips as he watched the gentle undulation of her hips as she began to ride the vibrator. “Do you like that, Rachel?”

“Yeesss,” she moaned in response. She never felt anything so good before. The large domed head hit every fiber in her pussy, Rachel unable to stop her body from humping it obscenely even if she wanted to do it.

“This will feel even better, Rachel.” Michael grabbed one of her knees, pulling her leg up and out until he opened up her crotch. “Now the other, Rachel. Keep your legs spread for me.”

She was opened up, her pussy gushing with her juices as Doctor Michael handled her body with such skill and expertise. She was laying there with her legs spread so wide, but all she felt was the pleasure as the vibrator continued to work on her pussy. Her body jerked and shuddered, her hips moving up and down as the vibrator explored her intimately. “OOOHH, Doctor Michael.” She cried out as her hips began to move urgently, pushing harder against the vibrator as it ran up and down her slit, Doctor Michael pushing harder until her lips were pushed aside and the head of the vibrator worked its magic on her inner lips.

“Keep your eyes open, Rachel,” Michael wanting to see her pleasure.

Rachel opened her eyes, shamed at the way she was humping the vibrator, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure that she was feeling. She should be feeling the shame of being masturbated while she lay on her back with her legs spread so wide, but that was driving part of her lust. She had given her body to Doctor Michael and he was taking her places that she had never gone before. She was unable or unwilling to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do with her body. “MMM,” she moaned. “It feels good,” she said softly as the vibrator touched her in places that were never touched before.

Michael let her close her legs, but it was only so she could trap the vibrator between them, her pussy rubbing back and forth, Rachel biting her lip so sexily as she moaned in pleasure. He had never masturbated a girl like this before and he grew more excited. “A little more stimulation for you, Rachel.” He switched the vibrator up one notch.

“EEEEEHHH!” The vibrator changed pitch and then she felt it coming alive. He had turned it up and it was driving her crazy with lust. Her ass barely touched the table as she moved energetically, riding the vibrator for all it was worth. “Oh, Doctor Michael. You’re driving me crazy!”

“Don’t cum unless I tell you, Rachel.” He saw the shocked look on her face when it sank in, seeing her pleasure etched on her face. Her hips were squirming from side to side, up and down, anyway she could get more pleasure from the vibrator. He pushed it down, all the way down her slit, then back up, seeing her pussy lips pushed back as the vibrator buzzed on all she had to offer. He touched the vibrator to the top of her slit, teasing her clit as she bit her lip trying to contain her lust. He rode her clit for a moment, then suddenly pulled the vibrator from her pussy.

She stared into Doctor Michael’s eyes when he took the vibrator away from her, her hips refusing to stop for a minute. She looked at him with her desperate eyes, wanting the relief, wanting to cum for him. He pulled her skirt down, tucking it discreetly over her pussy. She was shocked even though she shouldn’t have been when his hand slipped beneath her skirt. Her hand went down instinctively, what girls didn’t when you felt a man’s hand under your skirt.

“Hold still, I’m going to take your panties off, Rachel.” He found the top of her panties, his fingers curling around the waistband. He slowly drew them down her legs. He looked into the darkness beneath her skirt when she parted her legs so he could take them off her feet.

She was naked beneath her skirt, Rachel’s hands gripping the waist of her skirt as she saw Doctor Michael reach back to the table. She heard what he was doing, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she waited for the initial touch of cold, wet fingers touching her pussy. It didn’t take long, taking her breath away as his lubricated fingers ran up and down her slit with the cold lubricant. She couldn’t keep her hands still, going down to stop him, but always stopping before she did. She turned her head to the side so she didn’t look into his face as his fingers began to explore her naked pussy. Even though he was a doctor, his fingers were not exploring her clinically, but touching her as a lover would do, no gloved fingers touched her. His finger wagged from side to side, pushing her lips apart, touching her soft, sensitive inner lips with his thick fingers. He pushed his fingers in her slit from the bottom, all the way to the top, Rachel holding her breath as it neared her clit, but he moved it away before he touched her there. It only made her wetter.

“Are you enjoying my finger, Rachel?” He made her look at him as his finger pushed to the tight mouth of her pussy, feeling the muscles fighting to keep him out. He began to rub around the hole, pushing outward with the pad of one finger, opening her up, her muscles reluctant to let him in.

“Yes, Doctor Michael, very much,” she hissed softly in pleasure. She knew his fingers would enter her soon, teasing to get inside her. Her wet pussy couldn’t keep his lubricated finger out. She felt the thick finger opening her up, slowly moving from side to side as it bore into her very soul. She could feel his hard knuckles rubbing through her muscles as inch after inch began to fuck her. He bent his finger inside her, touching her in places that only a doctor would know about. Rachel’s pussy tingled with an unexpected lust. His finger never stopped moving, in and out, rubbing against the soft walls of her pussy and stretching her, teasing her. She could barely breathe.

He began to finger fuck her harder and faster. Her wetness surrounded his finger, sliding easily in and out until all you could hear was the sound of a finger sliding in a slick hole. “Do you like that, Rachel?” He bent his finger until he found her G spot, rubbing back and forth as she cried out in pleasure. He grabbed one of her hands and put it to the hem of her skirt. “Lift up your skirt so I can see your naked pussy, Rachel.”

She grabbed her skirt and pulled it up almost to her breasts, baring her pussy to his eyes, his fingers never deserting her pussy. She should have expected it, but she blushed shamefully when he grabbed one of her legs and pulled it up towards her body. He stood up, his back to her, as she felt his other hand grab her other leg and bend it back. He was spreading her open wide, her pussy all the way back to her ass open and exposed. His fingers returned to her pussy, this time two of them opening her wider. He stared down at her face as he continued to masturbate her. His fingers felt so good, thicker, spreading apart when they were deep inside her, feeling like a thick cock taking her. She hoped his cock would feel as good, sure that he would be fucking her soon.

He pushed down on her knees until her legs were pushed against her body, unable to go any farther. He moved back between her legs, this time her pussy opened to his lustful gaze. His fingers pushed inside her, her pussy lips curled possessively around them as he continued to finger her hot, wet pussy. He never felt anything so tight before. His fingers began to fuck her faster, sliding in and out. A river of cum began to cover her mound as he elicited her abundant crème. He moved her legs up as high as they could go, then his head went down to her pussy, inhaling the sweet smell of her arousal before his tongue snaked out of his mouth. He pushed his tongue between her pussy lips, lapping up her juices as she cried out in surprise.

“OOOHH, Doctor Michael, what is your tongue doing?” She never let a boy eat her out, afraid she would have to reciprocate, Doctor Michael catching her unexpectedly. Yet she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt, his tongue as talented as his fingers were. She could only imagine the view he had, up close and personal with not only her pussy but also her ass hole.

With his fingers in her pussy he ate her, licking every inch of her slit, pushing back her lips and gathering up her dew. He could hear her moaning with pleasure as he worked her over with his tongue and fingers. He finally pulled his mouth away, standing back up. He grabbed her hands and placed them behind her knees. “Grab your knees and spread your legs wide. Farther back, open up for me, Rachel.”

She had no choice, spreading her legs obscenely, her body almost bent in two. He was staring down between her widely spread legs as his fingers went back to work in her pussy.

“Do you like it deep, Rachel?” Michael pushed his fingers in as far as he could go, her pussy spreading around his fat knuckles until he could shove no farther. He rubbed the tips of his fingers against the soft walls of her pussy.

“Harder, deeper,” she begged shamelessly. He responded with hard jabs of his fingers inside her pussy. He curled his fingers inside her pussy, pushing the walls to expand around his digits. He leaned over her body until his face was only inches from hers, his fingers never deserting her pussy. His mouth took possession of hers, his tongue forcing its way inside her, exploring her teeth and gums before dueling with her tongue. He pulled his mouth from her lips long enough to say the words. “Tongue me back, Rachel.” He took her mouth again, this time her tongue was already pushed out, their hot tongues dueling back and forth like cocks fighting. His fingers stretched and penetrated her deep so he could capture her cries in his mouth. Michael’s cock grew harder at the thought of kissing and finger fucking a girl as young as his daughter is.

She released her legs when he pulled away from her mouth, hands over her head as Doctor Michael moved back between her legs. Two fingers became three, Rachel feeling so stretched and filled by his fingers as they moved faster inside her. It felt so good to have her pussy filled, even if it were only fingers that did it. Her body was quivering in lust, Rachel not sure how much longer she could resist the orgasm that had been building in her body. It was as if Doctor Michael sensed the same thing. His fingers slowed up, finally pulling out, rubbing sensuously up and down her slit, covering her mound with her slick juices that flowed freely from her body. She stared at him as he took his fingers away from her body and moved next to her.

“Time for you to show me what you can do, Rachel.” She stared at him as he opened his coat and his pants, letting them slide to the floor, kicking them away in haste. He let her turn away from him for a moment, sliding his shorts down until his large cock jutted out at a forty-five degree angle. He grabbed it with one hand, his hand sliding up and down the shaft as it grew longer and thicker.

“What are you going to make me do?” Rachel knew the answer as she was forced to turn her head until she came face to face with the angry red head of his cock. It was slick with his precum, Doctor Michael stroking it until tiny drops of cum leaked from the small hole. She had never sucked a boy’s cock before, but she would not have the ability to say no to Doctor Michael. She would have to take his cock in her mouth and taste his salty cum.

He leaned in closer to her, one hand on her head pulling her towards his cock. “Open your mouth and take my cock inside, Rachel.” She tried to move away, but his hand was insistent, pulling her over until the head of his cock rubbed along her silky lips. She obediently opened her mouth wide as Michael fed his cock into the hot depths of her mouth. His cock jerked when he felt her breath blowing over the cock head, banging against the top of her mouth and her sharp teeth. He pushed in farther as he turned her head towards him, guiding her movements until her head began to bob back and forth diligently.

The first thing she felt was how smooth the head was as it slipped between her lips. Then came the thick, salty taste of the drying cum on the head, the slightest drop permeating every part of her mouth. What would it be like if he came in my mouth? Would I choke to death on it? Rachel didn’t have to do much but keep her lips tight and her tongue lathering up the cock in her mouth, Doctor Michael guiding her head in the movements that gave him the most pleasure. It felt so strange and perverse to be used in such a manner, her mouth substituting for her pussy as his hips rocked back and forth. More of his cock fed into her mouth, the shaft not smooth like the head, thick veins running along her lips as it slid inside. She put her hands on his pubic hairs to keep them from tickling her face or choking her as she began to suck his cock. It sounded so perverse and degrading to suck someone’s cock, but it also gave her a perverse pleasure when she heard him moaning from her tight lips and tongue moving over his cock. She felt more and more precum leaking into her mouth, knowing she was doing a good job. She no longer needed his hand to guide her, Rachel quickly learning all she needed to suck a man’s cock.

She had a natural ability, her tongue touching him all over, never slowing down, her tight lips clasped around the shaft, the head of his cock battering at the back of her mouth each time her head bobbed up and back on his cock. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, feeling the thick head push at the entrance to her throat. She stared up at him, Michael enjoying the sight of a young girl with his cock splitting open her lips.

He made her suck his cock for five minutes, never taking it from her lips, her tongue continuing to pleasure him. He made her take more and more of his cock in her mouth, making her gag, but he never let her pull away, the thick head pushing into the tight hole of her throat until her muscles couldn’t keep it out. His hand was on the back of her head, but it was more to help her keep it up, Rachel doing all the work. She could feel it sliding along her inner cheek, pushing it out as his hips began to fuck more urgently. Would he cum in my mouth? He suddenly stopped, pulling his cock from her mouth, Rachel almost disappointed that he did.

Michael pulled his dripping wet cock from her mouth, getting on the table between her legs. He pushed her legs back, rubbing his cock up and down her slit until it was shiny with her juices. He pushed the head into the tight, resisting muscles of her pussy, but his eagerness was too much, shoving hard into her, impaling her on three inches of cock with the first thrust. It took two more thrusts until his cock was banging against her cervix. He pulled back out, then instantly thrust in again, burying his cock into her hot, tight hole. “Tell me how much you like my cock in your pussy, Rachel.”

“Fuck me, Doctor Michael, fuck me hard and fast. Make me take you until you explode your cum inside me.” She gripped the pillow behind her head as her body was rocked by his powerful thrusts. His cock felt so good, stretching her, making her take full advantage of his cock with each thrust, her naked breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her with his cock. No boy had ever taken her like this before. His cock filled her and stretched her wider as his erection grew inside her. He lay on top of her, her hard nipples pressed into his shirt, rubbing them painfully only added to her pleasure as his hips jackhammered his cock inside her pussy.

It had been too many years without a woman and way too many years since he had one this young and tight. Her pussy gripped his cock even though he pounded into her, rotating from side to side, her silky insides clenching onto his flesh like a hot blanket.

Doctor Michael was insatiable. Not only did he continue to fuck her without cumming, but also he took her in every conceivable position, some that Rachel never fathomed. He had her sitting on the table, her back to him, her legs dangling over the edges. He pushed down on her back, her ass pushed back at him. She was almost afraid he would take her in the ass, but his cock slid under and found her pussy, filling her in a different way, harder and deeper inside her. His hips continued to pound his cock into her.

He made her mount him, sitting on his cock, her soft hands guiding his rigid cock into her pussy until her hot, silky insides clenched onto his cock. He guided her hips up and down, able to see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy as her breasts bounced freely on her chest.

It felt like a spear inside her when she sat on his cock as if was going to come out her mouth. Her own weight pushed her down hard onto his waiting cock, stretching her with its thickness. Another five minutes of this position and her cervix felt bruised by his cock. He laid her back down on her back, spreading her body out as he lay on top of her. His hand guided his cock back into her pussy, his mouth capturing and trapping her lips. He kissed and tongued her as his cock reamed her out with such speed and precision. Ten minutes, ten glorious minutes of his cock never letting up. “Please, let me cum, Doctor Michael,” she begged him.

“Cum for me, Rachel. Cum all over my cock.” He changed the angle of his cock until he was sure that it was rubbing on her clit. He felt her sweat drenched body beneath him shudder and then felt the delightful contractions of her orgasm from the pulsating grip of her pussy muscles. He struggled not to cum, wanting her finished before he did.

“AAAAHH, Fuck me, fuck me hard,” Rachel screamed, cumming like she never did before. His cock rubbed her clit until her orgasm exploded in her body, yet Doctor Michael continued to hammer into her pussy even as she flooded his cock. Even as her orgasm faded, Doctor Michael continued to fuck her, faster and faster. Rachel squeezed her pussy onto his cock, hoping to help him cum. She heard his labored breathing, knowing it would be soon. She rode him wanting to feel his powerful cum fill her.

“I’m going to cum,” he shouted out. He reluctantly pulled his cock from her pussy, one hand continuing to stroke it as he kneeled over her face. “Look up at me, Rachel. I’m going to cum on your face.”

She looked up at him, closing her eyes as he stroked his cock over her face. She couldn’t believe what he was going to do, but it became a reality when she felt the first thick blob of hot cum land on her forehead. It felt like it was burning her flesh, her eyes closed tight as she heard him stroking his cock over her face. A second load of cum dripped onto her eyes, a third and fourth soiling her face with thick, hot cum. It sat on her skin, thick and warm. She finally felt him stop; pulling away, but she still didn’t dare open her eyes. She felt a hand on the side of her face, turning her towards the side.

“Open your mouth, Rachel.” Michael pushed his cock to her lips as she opened them slightly, seeing them trembling at what he was asking her to perform.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but her mouth opened and inside slid a semi-hard wet cock, covered with their cum. She felt the warming juices on her lips then the salty taste exploded on her tongue. She did what she had to, her tongue licking the big head of the thick crème. Doctor Michael continued to push his cock in and out of her lips until she had it clean. She couldn’t believe that she did it, but it became reality when she had to swallow the thick crème into her belly. He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, getting dressed as Rachel lay on the table naked and her face covered with drying cum.

“You’re perfectly fit, Rachel,” he complimented her.

“Are you sure that I don’t need a follow-up exam, Doctor Michael? This one was rushed. I could come over to your house some night so you could check me out.” No man had ever made her cum that way before.

“Yes, I could follow up and probe your mouth deeper. Look into your throat.”

“I am yours to do with as you wish, Doctor Michael,” she confessed. She knew that he would deep throat her with his cock. She wasn’t sure that she could do it, but she knew she wouldn’t have any choice.

“I never did check you anally, Rachel. A nice round, tight hole that would feel delightful around my cock. I could show you how to clench your muscles until I came in your bowels.” He made no attempt to hide his intentions.

She could imagine herself on her hands and knees with Doctor Michael behind her, his thick cock greased and sliding into her rectum. He was big and she was small, but he was the doctor. He would make sure that she could take him all the way. Could a girl cum while being sodomized? She was sure that she would find out. “As you wish, Doctor Michael. Next Friday night at eight?”

“Yes, that would be good, Rachel.” His cock was already getting hard. He didn’t know if he could wait until then.

The End