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A Doctor's Dream Ch. 01

By: inkyscandal



Jessica steps out from behind the privacy curtain of my exam room, revealing her nudity to me for the first time. 

I am awestruck -- a rapturous witness.

Foremost upon her petite figure, her breasts appear scandalously large. So fulsome and buoyant are they that her nipples sit six inches forward from her torso. Her overlapped hands cover her pubic mound while her upper arms squash her breasts together, exaggerating their cleavage above her flat stomach. More arresting still, each of her areolas is starkly highlighted within a narrow triangle of un-tanned skin -- indicating a preference for bikini tops two sizes too small. I feign indifference but it is difficult not to stare. Her nipples jut proudly outward as if returning my gaze.

Of course, she is staring at me now too; slightly embarrassed and nervous judging by the size of her blue eyes. After the passing of several seconds her need for reassurance begins to show. Despite her suntan, I see a pink blush bloom from her neck up into her broad cheekbones. She shifts her weight, crosses her legs at the ankle and lowers her gaze to a midpoint on the shiny floor between us.

"Perfect," I say, trying to recover my composure. "You look very fit. No need to be so nervous."

This elicits a smile. She spins left, shrugging her shoulders up and forward in a feint of modesty that seems to beg for further compliment. 

"Thanks," she answers softly. "It just feels kinda' weird being naked in front of you."

She holds this new profile pose like a pin-up model: resting her weight on one leg, pointing her other foot at the floor, exaggerating her cleavage with that forward shrug... all while throwing me a pouty-lipped stare over one shoulder. From where I stand this view reveals the shocking thinness of her waist, so incongruous between her large breasts and the rearward swell of her round buttocks. Her legs taper beautifully down from there, all toned and tanned. In fact, every ounce of her five-foot three-inch frame is taut and athletic, making her breasts and bottom look cartoonishly voluptuous by comparison -- like soap-bubbles clinging to a wispy reed. Too urgently I sense the beckoning of her little butt in particular. Its smooth round shape seems designed explicitly to entice a spanking.

I notice at last that she is not completely naked. Her hands have obscured the front triangle of some g-string panties but now their narrow side-strap is revealed, tracing a high arc across her hip.

Ignoring this minor disobedience for the moment, I reach for the pillow on the exam table and toss it to the floor in front of me. 

"Come here please," I say with a brief and tight-lipped smile. "Kneel down on this pillow so we may get started."

I turn aside and open my equipment bag, not wanting my face to betray any doubt that she would follow such an instruction. While digging for a sterile tongue-depressor, I observe her movements peripherally. She closes the distance between us with a few steps, halting with her bare feet almost touching the pillow. After a hesitant pause she descends until kneeling with her shins flat against the pillow. She then sits back, lowering her bottom into the saddle formed between the soles of her feet. Both hands remain in her lap as if still trying to conceal her miniscule panties.

I turn to face her and make a show of unwrapping the tongue depressor from its crinkly plastic enclosure. After discarding the wrapper in the foot-pedal-operated waste bin, I pull a penlight from the pocket of my white lab coat and take a step toward her. 

Diminutive even when standing, she appears truly tiny now -- kneeling with only the thin pillow between her butt and the floor of the exam room. Looking down I see that the top of her head is below the height of my belt and her eyes are staring directly at the base of my zipper. I imagine her glossy-lipped mouth must be level with my balls.

She tilts her face upwards, forced to look almost vertically to meet my gaze. Her arms continue to crowd her breasts, creating a dark crease of cleavage that points like an arrow toward her mouth.

With the tongue depressor in my right hand like an oversized popsicle-stick and the penlight in my left, I ask: "Do you have a strong gag reflex?"

Her eyes widen and flit from the depressor to the flashlight and back again in quick succession. 

"I don't know," she manages.

"That's alright. I'll be gentle and we'll find out soon enough, okay?"

"Okay. I mean... I hope not," she replies, clearly unsure which part had been a question. She leans back fractionally and moves her hands from her lap to her heels, un-crowding her breasts at last. They spring apart with youthful elasticity. 

"Now," I say, trying to retain my focus, "I like the way you are sitting -- nice and low like that and bracing yourself with your hands behind you. That's good because it will hold you steady. I want you to look up, straight up at the ceiling and open your mouth as wide as you can, okay?" 

She arches her back, transferring more weight onto her hands, and reclines her pretty face until her neck is almost fully extended. Her loose curls swing free, dangling to the floor from the pony-tail behind her head. Her natural breasts now stare up at me, spread apart and slightly flattened by gravity's pull. I catch myself wishing for a reason to grab and squeeze them back together.

"Good. Now open wide and cover your bottom teeth with your tongue please." I instruct from above. "This will just be a preliminary exam, verifying what you already know -- that you don't have strep or tonsillitis or anything like that."

I switch on the little flashlight and bend down over her, bringing my face within a foot of hers. My necktie drapes forward and its point lands softly between her breasts. My hand shakes slightly as I ease the wooden depressor past her parted lips and touch it to her tongue. 

"You will feel me move this depressor a little farther back in your mouth," I continue. Her eyes flutter closed and she winces slightly at the unfamiliar touch of something so far back on her tongue. "...and now I'm going to press your tongue down and I want you to say 'Ah,' and hold that sound as long as you can."

She performs flawlessly. With the penlight aimed at the back of her throat I can see her epiglottis lift, exposing her airway. The back of her mouth is pink and clean and soon becomes prodigiously coated with saliva.

I click off the penlight, withdraw the stick from her mouth and take a step back. She recovers herself to a less reclined position and closes her mouth to swallow the supply of spit triggered by my prodding.

"I didn't gag!" she then says, apparently pleased.

"Well, I wouldn't have expected you to," I reply while sifting through my equipment bag again. "We've barely started. It is the next part of this exam which may make you gag." 

I punctuate this statement by unsheathing the two-foot-long camera scope from within my bag. 

"Oh my God. What is that?" she asks. 

I casually connect the device to a pair of wire leads hanging from the wall beside the exam table. 

"It's basically a small video camera, mounted right in here," I offer, pointing at the tip of the probe. "It has a little light built in, and it relays an image back to the monitor there on the wall behind you. This allows me to make a high-resolution recording of your esophagus for later review."

"Of my what?"

"Your esophagus. Which connects your mouth to your stomach."

Her eyes widen. "You mean my throat? Like, I have to swallow that thing?!" 

"Precisely."

"But...my....But what if -- I mean... Will it make me puke?"

"Well, you may, if your gag reflex is too strong. But hopefully that's not the case."

She quiets, unable to break her gaze away from the long stem of the scope. I raise it so she can have a better look. Holding the handle with my right hand, I pull the tip of the probe from side to side with my left. 

"See?" I say. "It's quite thin. It's made of flexible rubber on the outside, with all the wires safely hidden inside. The entire outer surface is quite soft. I don't think you'll find it as uncomfortable as you think."

I hold it out for her. She reaches out and touches the tip with one finger and her thumb, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

This particular scope is an old East German design. The insertion stem is two centimeters in diameter and thirty-five centimeters long, which provides excellent penetration potential. The optical tip is clear, but the rest of the stem is coated in semi opaque, laboratory-grade rubber. It originally came with centimeter markings, but I have since had it recovered with new rubber marked in inches: from one to fourteen. A protective collar separates the stem from a pistol-grip handle with various buttons for my thumb and index finger. The video and power cables dangle from the stub end of the grip, now connected to the room's power and video systems; ready to go.

"Does it taste bad?" she asks. 

This question takes me by surprise. I can't recall anyone asking it before.

"It's been sterilized," I reply. "It shouldn't taste of anything.... Except maybe rubber I suppose." 

"Can I try it first? I mean... I'm not ready -- don't, you know, push it in -- I just... Can I just taste it first for a second?"

"Of course," I allow, squaring off with her and holding the scope at my waist. 

I aim the stem slightly downward at a point between her eyes. She only needs to sit up a little straighter and tilt her head back to bring the tip within an inch of her mouth. I watch her lips open. The point of her tongue appears and then she eases her mouth onto the probe. Her pink lips, shiny with some kind of high-gloss balm that I suspect is fruit-flavored, surround the tip and close around the first inch of the instrument's shaft. I see her cheeks dent inward as she reflexively gives it a suck. She catches herself and quickly pulls back, breaking contact. Her eyes dart up to mine to see if I noticed and she looks away, clearly embarrassed. I linger, holding the probe steady. My eyes are fixed on a strand of saliva, almost invisibly thin, which now hangs like a thread of spider's silk between the optical lens and her bottom lip. As I slowly raise the scope, it stretches and stretches. She notices only when it breaks and droplets fall onto her exposed chest and upper thigh. She wipes her chin and stares down at the floor near her knees.

"How was that?" I ask.

"What?" she says, lifting her gaze.

"The taste. Was it okay?"

"Oh. Yeah it hardly tastes like anything, like you said."

"Good. Then let's get started. We have long way to go and my next appointment starts in an hour."

"Sorry."

"Oh, don't be. That's not what I meant." 

I set the scope down on the paper sheet covering the padded exam table and turn away from her to face the cabinets against the room's back wall. Opening the top cupboard, I retrieve a tub of jelly lubricant. I place it on the countertop next to the sink and remove the lid. From the drawer below I pull out a large plastic injector. It looks like a turkey-baster except instead of a rubber bulb it has an internal piston plunger, like an oversized syringe. The other end tapers to a three-millimeter opening. I compress the plunger fully down, expelling the air from inside and then submerge the aperture-end in the clear jelly. Pulling back on the plunger I draw four fluid ounces into the tube according to the markings on the side. 

I place the loaded injector next to the big German scope on the bed and then yank two latex gloves from the box mounted on the wall. Turning to face her again, I see she has not moved. Still sitting on the pillow with her hands behind her, she is naked except for the two taut elastic strings holding up the tiny triangle of her underwear. I pull the gloves onto my hands one at a time, making sure to snap the rubbery material loudly against my wrists as I do. With each snap her body flinches, making her breasts wobble just a little. 

"Is this part mandatory?" she whispers.

"Yes."

I scoop up the loaded injector with a gloved hand and approach her once more. 

"This," I continue before she has a chance to ask, "...contains a clear, digestible jelly. It will melt once warmed to body temperature, becoming slightly effervescent and oily. Its lubricating properties will help ease the probe's penetration."

I point the injector at her and place my thumb through the loop on the back of the plunger. She stares at its tip, now six inches from her mouth. It glistens, thickly coated with jelly from its immersion in the tub. Lifting her eyes to meet mine, she wordlessly opens her mouth. I take half a step forward until the tip is almost touching her lips. I hold it steady there, waiting for her.

"Take it into your mouth," I say with a smile. "It's okay to suck on this one."

Her cheeks bloom in a sudden blush, but before too long her head comes forward and the tapered end disappears into her mouth. Her lips squeeze into the jelly coating and form a puckered seal around the main tube. She lifts her eyes to mine and crinkles her forehead, asking for approval. 

"Yes, that's fine," I offer. 

I depress the plunger about a quarter of the way, squirting an ounce of jelly into her mouth. She blinks.

"Now swallow," I instruct. 

Surprisingly, she complies with this without pulling back off the injector. Her lips remain a tight ring around the plastic tube. I watch her cheeks cave-in and I feel, through my hand, the movement of her tongue gathering the jelly toward the back of her mouth. The feint subcutaneous ridges visible beneath her neck flutter once, pumping the slippery load down into her throat.

In a smooth motion I withdraw the injector from her lips' embrace, causing an audible pop when the suction breaks. 

"That tingles!" she smiles, oblivious to the frosting of lubricant that coats her lips. "It's like a Jell-O-shot, kinda. My roommate at college... she makes them sometimes. You know, like, with vodka?" 

I cannot help but cock an eyebrow at this. 

"Oh my God, now I it's all fizzy!" she continues with a wide smile. "That tickles all the way down my throat!"

"Now once more," I say. "But this time don't swallow, alright?"

"Okay."

She leans forward, eagerly moving her hands to the tops of her thighs. 

I reach out with the plastic injector and she quickly takes the first inch back into her mouth. I depress the plunger fully this time, squirting all three remaining ounces into her waiting mouth. I then withdraw the device and ask her to show me that she has not swallowed the load. 

She tilts her head back and opens her jaw widely for me. I can see that her pink tongue is submerged under a layer of the clear jelly. 

"Good," I say. "Now keep it there."

I turn aside and place the empty injector onto the countertop. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as she gradually appreciates her somewhat immobilized condition. With a mouthful of slippery jelly that she is not permitted to swallow, she is mute and unable to breathe except through her nose. I know the jelly will quickly warm in her mouth and effervesce as it melts. The longer her tongue stays drowned in it, the more her salivary glands will also react. They will start to squirt, adding their own juices to the mix. I see her trying to stifle a giggle while staring at the ceiling with her mouth agape around this fizzing load.

Smiling to myself, I lift the scope off the padded exam table. She must have forgotten what was coming next because when I turn and face her again, this time holding the big German scope, all traces of her mirth evaporate.

"Unh-uh," is all she can manage.

Ignoring this, I take two steps forward and reclaim my earlier stance in front of her little pillow. She quickly leans back, catching herself by shifting her hands to her heels behind her, like before. 

I'm standing at my full height now and positively towering over her. The hem of my open lab coat drapes forward, brushing against her breasts and throwing a shadow across the lower half of her body.

I step even closer, until my wingtip-clad feet are actually astride the little pillow. Other than her reclined head and shoulders she is now entirely under me, between my legs.

I switch on the probe's light and camera with my right hand. With my left hand I reach down past her upturned face and take control of her head by the base of her ponytail. 

Her hair feels like satin.

I narrow my stance, bringing my legs inward until her little ribcage is pinned between my knees, trapping her arms behind her. Through the trousers of my suit I feel her swell with every breath. Her oversized tits are compressed between my thighs, creating a marvelous display of cleavage beneath me.

I raise the pistol grip up to the height of my ear and point the length of the probe straight down at her upturned face.

All she emits from the back of her throat is a bubbly gurgle. If her mouth wasn't so crowded with lubricant and saliva, she might have screamed. She writhes weakly under me, trying to escape my legs and instinctually reaching for the hand locking her head into this position by the ponytail. But she never takes her eyes off the long rubber shaft hovering above her, and she doesn't spit out or swallow the slimy contents of her mouth either. These are good signs.

I wait almost half a minute, holding her in exactly this position, until her distress subsides. Her neck muscles slacken, relenting in their battle for control of her head. Her hands stop their useless flailing and settle back onto her heels once more. Her rapid nasal breathing slows. Her blue eyes are wide and wet.

"I'm holding you like this only because it's the safest way," I explain in the calmest voice I can manage. "I'm not going to force this into your throat, so you don't need to worry about that. You'll be in charge of taking it in. I'm just going to help you, okay?"

Apparently she cannot respond. She is transfixed by the length of the rod I'm dangling above her lubricated mouth.

"I'm going to lower it in now," I continue, "but once I feel it touch the back of your mouth I am going to stop." 

I key the 'Record' button with my thumb. A single tear slips down across her temple and disappears into her hair. 

"Remember, I'm not going to push," I add, attempting to soothe her. "You're the one who's going to pull it in by swallowing. It won't go into your throat until you decide, okay?"

She starts to close her jaw, but the gelatinous pool in her mouth has become so enlarged by her own saliva that it starts to overflow from the corners of her mouth. 

"Hey! No spilling," I cajole her. 

Her eyes flick upwards to meet mine briefly before returning to the point of the probe. She slackens her jaw, allowing the pool of lubricant to ebb. From the corners of her mouth, two slimy trails trace across her jaw and down her neck to the hollows above her collarbones.

She can't take this much longer, so I lower the scope into her open mouth. She goes almost cross-eyed trying to follow its descent. When it touches the base of her tongue, she blinks two or three times. I pull down on her ponytail a bit more with my left hand to prepare the straightest possible path into her throat. I feel her wiggle within my grip. 

"Take two deep breaths now, please." I request. I watch as her small nostrils flare momentarily with each intake of air. I also make a mental note that the line on the rubber shaft marked '3' is level with her lips. When I feel her ribcage exhale the second breath, I issue what I hope will be the final instruction of this exercise: 

"Now take one deep breath and hold it. Then swallow." 

A tremor runs through her and I worry for a moment that she will not inhale. But she does.

With the copious lubricant in her mouth, plus the previous ounce already coating her throat, it won't take any pressure at all from my hand for the probe to penetrate. 


A Doctor's Dream Ch. 01



I allow the weight of the instrument itself to press upon her. 

Her blue eyes close. 

And she swallows.

The probe drops immediately down to the six-inch mark, its girth pinning her throat open in mid-swallow. Her eyes flash wide in surprise as the pool in her mouth drains in a sustained flow into her throat. I take up the weight of the scope again to prevent it dropping too fast on this slippery river.

"Excellent," I say and quickly glance up at the TV screen to make sure the video feed is working. 

Returning my attention to her skewered mouth, I raise the probe up to the '4' mark and then I start to press it back down slowly, opposite the direction suggested by her gagging throat muscles. 

At five inches, her eyes shimmer and weep in unison.

At six her gagging becomes audible as a rapid, wet clicking. 

At seven her eyes shut tightly. 

At the eight inches, she panics.

* * * * *

I have learned to expect a bit of panic in these young ladies over the years. Most are in their early twenties when I first see them. At that age there are only two categories of women who do not panic at this point in the exam: those born without any gag reflex and those who have taught themselves to control it for the purpose of fellating their boyfriends more deeply. Jessica clearly does not fit either category.

By rule, I never conduct this exam on women younger than twenty. Nor do I see too many over twenty-seven. The intervening years seem to be the sweet spot for referrals by the membership of our little community. Eighteen and nineteen year-olds, though legally adults, are not considered emotionally mature enough.

I know Jessica's parents loosely but had never met Jessica until a month ago. I was at a dinner party, and her parents asked me privately if I would agree to perform her initial screening now that she had reached the age of twenty. 

Our society's New Member Recruitment Committee maintains a short list of screeners for this purpose. We are dispersed geographically around the world, but have in common the distinction of being MDs in private practice with the discretion and facilities necessary for these unorthodox screenings. Those who pass 'the medical,' as we call it, must then have their nominations seconded by another Member different from their original sponsor. Only then are they briefed on the general outlines of our society and invited to apply. Assuming they sign all the various paperwork, they are then allowed to matriculate into our orientation program.

Presently Jessica is not aware of any of these details. In fact, I am quite sure the only thing Jessica is aware of right now is her own urge to vomit. It would be fine if that was her only reflex; understandable even. But she also bites down, and that is not desirable.

* * * * *

With her bleached front teeth pinching the rubber shaft at the '8' mark, I don't want to risk shoving the probe any deeper into her throat. I pull upwards, withdrawing the stem smoothly from her mouth while keeping her head locked in its reclined position.

The optical tip emerges dragging a thick, stretchy column of phlegm behind it. Her first cough scatters this frothy rope into a dozen thinner strands. They splash down in wet lines across her face, neck and chest.

It is obvious that she is desperate to double-over and surrender to a thorough retching. I hold her back despite the clenching of what feels like every muscle in her torso. The veins in her neck bulge and her face contorts in a fit of coughs.

"Relax!" I command her. "You're fine. Just breathe. You can overcome this reaction. It will pass." 

I continue holding her still, speaking to her in a calm voice until she regains some composure and resumes breathing. Once her stomach muscles start to relax, I release her ponytail and step back away from her.

"Sorry," she stammers, straightening up from her reclined position. "I just could not breathe for a second... even after you pulled that thing out. God, that was intense."

She wipes one hand across her mouth. It comes away dripping with spit. Looking down, she surveys the bubbly rivulets of drool now funneling downwards between her breasts. They collect and accelerate, becoming a single wet line that overruns her bellybutton and reaches beneath the fabric of her underwear.

"God, I'm such a mess!" she says, raising her hands away from her body, shoulder-high, as though afraid to touch herself. 

"That's why you're supposed to be nude. Would you like a cloth?" I offer.

"Yes please, and a drink of water. That would be great."

We spend the next several minutes in silence while she dries herself and rinses her mouth. I offer to help with the toweling in an un-subtle attempt to play with her gorgeous tits, but she politely declines. So instead I wheel the padded stool out from under the exam table and sit in front of her to enjoy the show. 

"Jessica," I interject once she has gotten herself generally clean, "do you have a boyfriend?"

"What?" she responds reflexively. She senses that I won't repeat the question, so she continues, "You mean, like, right now?"

"Yes."

"Well...yeah. But how is that important?"

"Are you two sexually active?"

"Of course... I mean, we are when he's here. But he transferred to U.V.A. last year so..."

"So not too often, currently." 

"Yeah."

"How many partners have you had?" 

This elicits a nervous laugh from her. "That is so not a question I want to answer."

"Be honest," is all I offer. I rest my elbows atop my knees and lean toward her, waiting.

She gathers the little towel absent-mindedly in front of her chest and folds her arms around it in loose hug.

"Two," she says finally, fixing her gaze into mine as though searching for any hint of prejudgment.

"Thank you," I say with a quick smile. I pause for a moment, trying to think of how best to continue, and notice that the monitor on the opposite wall is still recording. I forgot to switch off the scope in my haste. I reach behind me to the countertop where the instrument lays discarded and slide the power switch to 'OFF.' I see, with some satisfaction, that a wet puddle has accumulated beneath the stem. 

"Actually one," she announces as I swivel back around to face her again.

"One?"

"I've only had sex with Ryan. I don't know why I said two."

"Hmm. Well, you need not be embarrassed. Many people would applaud you for that. I appreciate your honesty."

"You think I'm a prude."

"I wouldn't have any idea. My only reason for asking the question was because of your reaction to the scope."

"I... don't get it."

"Well, you bit down. I would have thought... that might have been something you had learned to avoid. For your boyfriend's sake, if you follow me."

One second passes before her eyes widen. She hides a sudden grin behind one hand: "I can't believe you just said that!" 

"My reasoning is purely medical. I just thought you might be able to draw on that experience to better cope with the exam."

"Well!" she says, unable to stop smiling, "You clearly have no idea what Ryan looks like naked! I can assure you he is not capable of anywhere near what that camera-thing just did to me." 

"Lucky for him, right?"

"No."

"Yes," I insist. "Because if he were, it wouldn't be long before you positively dismembered him, now would it?"

"Oh my God, I would not!" she gasps.

"Evidence to the contrary..." I say, pointing over my shoulder at the scope.

"You have got to be kidding me. That thing is like a weapon!"

"Actually no, it's quite thin in this context. Many women your age don't struggle with it at all. But perhaps they are more practiced."

She is rendered mute by this suggestion at first. I merely observe as a crimson hue rises to her cheeks. Finally, revealing her own fears, she bawls out, "So not only am I a prude, but even when I finally get a real boyfriend I'm going to lose him because I suck in bed? That's what you're saying?" 

I hesitate for too long, enjoying her choice of words. When I finally say "No," she is unconvinced. The dam breaks.

"I know most of my friends have been with way more guys. I just don't like -- I mean I'm just not into those guys. At my school all the guys are total douchebags. All they do is drink kegs, talk sports and stare at my boobs." 

"Really? Well, what's different about Ryan?" I ask, making a mental note to look at her eyes. 

"Ugh. I don't know," she continues, sounding suddenly resigned. "He and I have been together since high school. We get along great, but it's just like, for convenience."

"Convenience?"

"Yeah. We're more like friends. We just kinda hang-out when we're together, you know? I think he likes having me as a girlfriend, but he's not that into me. It's like he's my best guy-friend. For me it's nice 'cause all my girlfriends think he's cute, and I take him to parties and holidays and stuff like that, so no one thinks I'm some loner-freak. And it's the same for him; I'm the girl he has sex with so that no one thinks he's gay, you know?"

"Is he gay?"

"Well... he doesn't know it, but I think so. Or at least bi-."

"Interesting," is all I can come up with. There is a long pause before I ask the next question: "Are you in any doubt about your own orientation?"

"Uh-uh," she replies, looking puzzled. Then, realizing my thought, she brightens and laughs: "Oh my God please don't tell me you think I'm a lesbian!"

"Heh... Not that there's anything wrong with that," I finish for her, trying to hide my relief with some humor.

"Ex-a-ctly!"

We both chuckle. She pulls her lush ponytail over one shoulder and her fingers begin to play with it. I am suddenly fearful that she will realize how incongruous it is that she, a gorgeous coed, is kneeling nearly naked in front of me, a man twice her age.

"So tell me, Jessica," I launch, "do you wish your sex life was more serious and, um, fulfilling?"

"Ha. You have no idea. I think about it daily. And besides, I'm so sick of having to make stuff up just to sound normal when I'm talking with my friends. I mean, I'm twenty. It's pathetic."

"So, what's stopping you?"

She flips her ponytail back behind her and rolls her eyes. "Guys that I'm attracted to don't visit college campuses. And my parents won't let me travel without Ryan. I can't even get an internship in the City this summer because they think I'm going to get molested in a bar or something. The only new people I meet are my parents' friends, and my God, they're all way too old. Trust me; I've thought this through. I'm totally lacking in opportunity."

This, I reflect, would be a perfect moment to segue into the benefits of our little society, but it is too soon. I cannot get too far ahead of myself. There are still important parts of her medical to complete, and she needs to demonstrate a willingness to learn. 

"Well, for an attractive young woman like you," I offer, "I am confident opportunities will present themselves."

"Thanks," she answers, smiling. She buries both hands into the hollow of her lap, exaggerating her breasts again by squeezing them between her upper arms, perhaps unconsciously. The little towel lies discarded on the floor.

"And your parents are probably correct about the bar-scene in the City. I don't think you would last long in that environment. In the meantime, the one aspect you can work on, which you just alluded to, is to make sure you know what you're doing when the perfect guy does come along, right?"

A moment of silence passes between us.

"Right," she replies with sudden skepticism. "And I suppose you think I should have sex with you just for practice. Is that where this is going?"

Beautiful AND clever. Excellent!

I don't say that. Instead, I gather an exaggerated expression of shock into my face and announce: "That is outrageous, Jessica! I will not tolerate such an accusation from you. You're here only because I agreed to see you as a favor to your parents."

"I'm sorry!" she tries to interject, but I cut her off. 

"No, I have a longstanding medical practice in this community and a reputation to protect. If you think for one instant that I would jeopardize my entire career for some silly groping-session with you then we're stopping this appointment right now. You can get dressed and go home. I'm sure your father and mother will be very pleased to hear your fantastic explanation."

I'm up on my feet now, glowering at her. She is trying to rise too, saying "No, no, no," but she wobbles unsteadily and grabs the corner of the exam table for support. "Shit, my legs are asleep. Ow."

I continue my act, yanking the rubber gloves off and throwing them into the trash. I make a move to step around her, toward the door, but she hops into my path and grabs me with both hands.

"Please don't go," she says, clutching my arms. "I didn't mean it and I'm sorry!"

"You just made a very serious accusation, young lady," I say, allowing myself to be stayed by her efforts. I can tell her legs are in pain.

"I know, I know. I'm just... I just have an active imagination. Please can we just pretend I never said it? My parents would kill me otherwise. They talk about you like some kind of celebrity. Seriously!"

I linger, harrumphing under my breath for effect while she wobbles in front of me, her near-nudity vastly increasing the effectiveness of her pleading.

"Ooh, pins and needles! Pins and needles!" she squeals suddenly, apparently unable to stand the awakening numbness in her legs any longer. 

This makes me laugh out loud, genuinely.

"Not nice!" she pouts, hopping from one foot to the other.

"Oh, all right," I say. "Let me help you." With that, I place my hands on either side of her torso and lift her right up off her feet. She feels light, a hundred and five pounds maybe. I turn and set her bottom down on the edge of the exam table.

"Lie back and pull your knees up," I tell her. "Do some high bicycle kicks to aid the circulation. The tingling will go away sooner."

She rotates lengthwise on the padded table and I quickly lift my equipment bag out of her way. She lays back and raises her legs together into the air above her. As she begins to move them in a circular motion I walk to the foot of the bed.

"Keep them moving." I tell her, setting my bag on the floor. 

"I think I was just kneeling for way too long," she says. "They're totally asleep." 

Her back is flat on the mattress now, while her slender legs spin in the air above her. Her inner thighs are so toned that they never touch throughout her range of motion. From the end of the bed I watch closely as the triangle of thin fabric covering her pubic mound shifts with each gyration. The slender ribbon of her g-string tugs alternately left and right but, frustratingly, it never quite exposes what lies beneath. 

Not wanting to be discovered staring, I playfully catch her wheeling feet in my hands. I give them a firm massage and ask whether her feeling has returned yet.

"Yes," she replies, trying to escape her feet from my hands. "That tickles!"

"Good."

A moment or two passes and I walk back to the counter while she rubs her legs. It is time to get this process back on track, so I ask her: "Are you ready to try the scope again -- if I coach you through it?"

"Seriously?" she asks, turning those big blue eyes on me again.

"I cannot give you a clean report unless we go a bit deeper. I need to see more."

She tries to talk her way out of it, asking various questions about the purpose for this exam, but with a little medical jargon I have no trouble backing her into a logical corner. She finally consents when I remind her of the sexual benefits of learning to cope with this exam. On that point she seems eager for confirmation.

"Do guys really like it that deep?" she asks.

"Entire movies have been made on the subject," I assure her. "Do a search online. You may be able to download some."

"Hmm. That's... but so, the other girls you see, the ones who don't gag, how do they do it?"

"Well, the first thing you need to know is that they still gag -- most do anyway. It's just they've learned to control it. They restrain the reflex, if you follow."

"Okay. So how do I learn that?"

"You practice. You work up to it slowly with something like this," I add, pointing to the scope on the counter.

"Jesus," she says, propping herself up onto one elbow to look at it again. "Don't you have anything thinner I could start with?"

"No. This is the camera scope we have, and it's a good one." I pause while enjoying the way her breasts hang askew now, creating crescent-shaped shadows on her skin. "Besides, if you're concerned with learning this for sexual purposes, I'd say it's quite a bit narrower than the average... man. Consider it a favor you won't have to learn this in the heat of passion."

"Ha!" she laughs. "You'd make a terrible romance novelist."

"Be that as it may, we need to get a move-on. I'm going to step out to the receptionist's desk for a minute and have her reschedule my next appointment. When I return I want you on the pillow and ready to go."

"Yessir, Doc!" she says in mock-seriousness, swinging her legs over the side of the table and sitting up straight. She finishes by giving me a ridiculous salute.

I roll my eyes and then head for the door, chuckling to myself. We'll see who salutes who alright. We'll see.

* * * * *

Ten minutes later I quietly open the door and see that she is indeed kneeling on the pillow, facing the cupboards as before. Looking at her from behind I fully appreciate the hourglass shape of her tiny waist between the athletic wedge of her perfectly-postured young back and the outward taper of her hips. Twin dimples show themselves as concave shadows either side of her tailbone. Below them, the taught elastic straps of her g-string create a V-shaped line separating the leanness of her back from the supple curves of her bottom. The two straps meet in a cute little bow nestled atop the cleavage of her butt cheeks. Adorning the bow is a tiny heart-shaped ornament that sparkles, apparently inlaid with faux rhinestones or something similar. Below that a single satiny ribbon, no wider than my shoelace, descends vertically, disappearing quickly into the cleft that divides her ass.

The door clicks shut behind me and her head spins in my direction.

"See? I can follow instructions," she says.

"Good," I answer, trying to decipher whether she is just being coy, or is actually that eager to please. I am carrying a box with me this time, and I walk past her to the countertop where I set it down for future use.

"I've been practicing," she offers, tugging at the hem of my lab coat. I turn around and watch as she inserts two fingers into her mouth, trying to poke at the back of her throat.

"And...?" I ask.

She wiggles her hand deeper into her mouth, until her third knuckle is against her front teeth. Then she withdraws it. "I can't seem to make myself gag."

"Let me see your hands."

She holds out her hands, palms down. Both are wet with spit.

"I can see you've been busy," I say appreciatively, "but I'm afraid your fingers are not long enough. We should get started with the scope."

"No, wait! Can I try on your hand?"

"For what possible purpose?"

"To work up to it slowly," she pouts. "That's what you said."

Feigning reluctance, I allow her to persuade me into this diversion. I reach for the box of latex gloves on the wall, but again she stops me.

"No, I'm sure those taste horrible. Just give me your hand," she pleads.

I take the least step of washing my hands in the sink. Then, approaching her, I present her with the index and middle fingers of my right hand, keeping my other two fingers folded in my palm. She takes hold of my wrist with both her hands and pulls me closer. 




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 01



Up until this point, the highlight of my day has been the sight of her gorgeous tits covered with drool, but I have a feeling that is about to change. 

She pulls my hand toward her face, taking my two extended fingers into her mouth more deeply than I expect. It is delightfully humid and soft inside. Her tongue feels like a warm sponge moving under my fingers. Her lips softly encircle my second knuckles and then re-open as she pulls my fingers deeper.

"Don't forget to cover your bottom teeth with your tongue, and no biting," I admonish her.

She pulls my fingers all the way out and shoots me a smile. She reopens her mouth and makes a point of showing me her tongue as it spreads out to cover the white arc of her lower teeth. Then she pulls my hand again, taking my fingers into her mouth. This time she tries a little harder. I can feel my fingertips graze the back of her throat while her protruding tongue moistens my palm near the base of my fingers.

I allow this to continue for a minute, and she begins to gain some confidence. At the deepest point I can feel the entrance to her throat being prodded by my fingertips, but she stops short of actually opening it for me. It is time for me to take some initiative, so I move one foot forward next to her pillow and place my left hand behind her neck. The next time she pulls my fingers into her mouth, I press my hands together, forcing my two fingers deeper. She gags, but only a little. I hold my hand there, maintaining slight pressure. A drop of drool leaks out from her bottom lip. I release her and withdraw my fingers. They are soaking wet. 

"Don't swallow your spit," I advise her. "Keep it all in your mouth."

"Okay," she says between breaths.

I straighten out my other two fingers and gather all four together into a single thick shank. 

"Again," I say.

She drops one hand from my wrist and lets the other go limp, barely holding on. I ease my four clustered fingertips into her mouth. She glances up at me nervously. With my other hand on the back of her neck I press her head forward onto my fingers. All four are deep inside now; leaving only my largest knuckles visible outside her lips. Her jaw is stretched wide and her lips are tight against my skin all the way around except beneath, where her tongue dutifully protrudes. I press my fingertips against her throat and wait.

Her saliva starts flowing again. Even her eyes are moistening.

"Open," I whisper.

I push a little harder and suddenly her throat opens. My hand slips forward, knuckles disappearing past her lips. Inside it feels absolutely wonderful -- her throat is a tight, rhythmically squeezing little orifice massaging my two longest fingers in its gagging grip. Her hands immediately grab my wrist, pushing me away. I resist, holding steady and savoring three or four more delightful constrictions around my fingertips. Then I ease my hand out of her mouth. She coughs once. Drool drips off her chin, decorating her body again.

"Oh my God," she says hoarsely, before wiping her mouth.

"That was nice," I say, being honest; aware that my cock has suddenly gotten fat beneath my trousers.

"Really? But I gagged."

"I know, but it felt great. Like I told you, you may always gag. The trick is to learn to manage it... so you can open your throat like that whenever you want."

"I don't know if I can. It feels really crazy, like I'm choking."

"Trust me. If what I just felt is any indication, whoever your future man is, he's going to love that."

Her eyes light up: "Really?"

I smile, adding: "As long as you don't bite him." 

She smiles too, and then cautiously tugs my hand back in. 

Several more times I pop my longest fingers through that delightful orifice and let her gag against them. When I eventually get all four fingertips wedged into her throat my self control evaporates. I become more aggressive, pumping up and down, going deeper and staying there longer, building the intensity until eventually I am pistoning her open mouth with my hand, leaving only my thumb outside and barely giving her a chance to breathe. I revel in depravity of it. 

Her mouth feels like it was built for this: the way her gag reflex softens under abuse to a gentle rhythmic squeezing, the way the base of her tongue pulses against the meat of my fingers, the way her soft lips stretch around my hand, the way her entire palate floods with so much saliva that it seeps from both corners of her mouth in continuous threads. It is almost unreal. My groin throbs. It is no great leap to imagine how amazing it would feel to have my cock in there, relentlessly penetrating her throat over and over again. I desperately wish I could drop my pants and give her the first serious throat-fucking of her life... she so richly deserves it.

But I relent. All that must wait.

I yank my dripping hand out of her mouth and back away, stumbling up against the exam table for support. She is too overwhelmed, I hope, to notice that I, too, am panting for breath. Her face is a mess of drool mixed with tears from her watering eyes. Even her nose sounds congested. Her tits, which had been bouncing beautifully to the rhythm of my hand a moment ago, are slathered in wetness. A waterfall of drool hangs from her chin, adding to the stream descending toward her panties. I concentrate on making a permanent mental record of the way she looks right now.

She looks at me through watery eyes and asks: "Was I doing it right?"

It is all I can do not to faint. "Yes," I stammer, worried my enthusiasm will be obvious if I say any more. Reluctantly I fetch another towel from the cupboard so she can mop up her face. 

She hesitates after accepting it though, saying: "I tried really hard not to bite. Is your hand okay?"

I had completely forgotten. "Yes, yes, you did fine. I didn't feel any teeth at all." I look at my right hand, and it is true that I can't remember feeling her teeth at all. There are no marks or scrapes, not even on the back of my hand which had been rubbing against her top front teeth. Unbelievable.

While Jessica cleans herself up she cannot stop talking about her newfound talent. She tells me how she is going to practice at home with the handle of her toothbrush, and maybe a carrot too. Etcetera, etcetera. I turn away to face the cabinets, trying to think about something else so that my erection will subside. 

I occupy myself with getting the camera scope ready. Taking a shortcut, I simply dip the tip of the scope directly into the tub of jelly lubricant. I know her mouth is so wet there is no need for more. She is still talking excitedly when I turn back around to face her, this time with the scope aimed at the ceiling like a very long pistol.

"It's time," is all I say.

She shuts up. Her newfound enthusiasm appears to waver.

Actually though, the scoping of her throat proceeds with very little drama. The stem of the probe is so much narrower than my clustered fingers that she takes it with comparative ease. I still need to hold her in position, like before, but I am able to get several deep penetrations completed down to the 12-inch mark, giving me more than enough video footage to analyze later. From what I can see on the screen, her throat is healthy and clean as a whistle.

When I announce that we are done, she does a little celebratory dance from her kneeling position -- rocking her hips side to side, swinging her ponytail, hands in the air with a wide grin across her face. Her tits bounce around as though she were dancing on a balcony at Mardi-Gras.

This girl is a trip, I think to myself.

* * * * *

We still have two more stages of Jessica's medical to complete, and I am looking forward to both.

I help her up from her kneeling position, and retrieve the pillow from the floor. I toss it to the head of the padded exam table.

"Before you get too excited," I begin, "why don't you hop up here and I'll talk you through what's next."

She seems eager now; her earlier nervousness has vanished completely. She positions her butt against the edge of the table, flattens her palms on the padded surface behind her and hops backwards into a sitting position. Her feet dangle above the floor. 

"The next thing we're going to do," I begin, "is a typical vaginal exam." 

"Oh, I know. My Mom told me you'd be doing that. She reminded me like ten times to get a wax yesterday."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She's always been a neat-freak about that."

"Did she tell you anything else?"

"Not really. Just that I should be, you know, like, cooperative or whatever. Not waste your time. Stuff like that."

"Okay. Well, after we do that, then last part of the exam is going to use the camera scope again."

"Why?" 

"Because we'll be using it in your rectum."

He eyes bulge. "Excuse me?"

"It's quite important. Infections, lesions and various cancers of the lower colon are deadly serious. Early detection is vital."

"Oh... my God! That thing," she says, pointing at the wet scope, "is going up my butt?"

"Yes." I cannot resist a smile.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Well, no, not really," I lie. "I just know that it won't be as difficult as you imagine. Compared to the esophageal exam anyway, I think you'll find it easier. There is less for you to do."

"Besides die of humiliation and pain, you mean? You're going to make a movie inside my butt! How do I know it won't end up on YouTube or something?"

"That," I assure her, "will never happen. All records of this exam are subject to patient confidentiality. Besides, I can tell you from experience that the footage is incredibly boring to the untrained eye. And, while it can be a bit uncomfortable, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."

This back-and-forth goes on a bit longer, until she concedes that she is willing continue.

I move the pillow to the middle of the little bed and ask her to scoot her bottom to the very foot of the mattress so that her head lands comfortably on the pillow. Instead of scooting across the wrinkly paper sheet, she hops down and walks to the foot of the bed where she then hops back up. I enjoy watching her little round butt saunter away from me and then pop up over the lip of the exam table again. The little jewel on the back of her g-string twinkles at me before she reclines. Once on her back, her proud breasts melt into wide circular cushions, concealing much of their girth to either side of her ribcage.

"You can see we don't have any stirrups here for your feet, I'm afraid," I say. "So you'll have to do me a favor and hold your legs back with your hands, okay?"

"Sure," she says. She pulls her legs straight back, keeping them close together. Then she loops both forearms around the backs of her knees in a loose hug. Her skinny thighs are stretched flat and taut. Between them the sheer fabric of her panties is thrown into high relief beneath the bright overhead lights. Her bare feet rub idly together in the air above her as I walk around and take up a position at the foot of the exam bed. I glimpse her face through the gap between her calves and notice that she is watching me. I clasp her waist between my hands and then drag her suddenly toward me. The tissue sheet slides with her, making this easy, but I hear a sharp intake of breath from her as I do this. Her round buttocks now protrude a couple of inches beyond the edge of the table.

Looking straight down, I study the triangle of her panties. The fabric appears quite wet, probably with saliva from her earlier endeavors, and shows definite transparency. I can just discern her little folds of pink skin hiding beneath. I delight for a moment in the minimalism of her last remaining garment, especially where it narrows to a single seam and runs deep between her ass cheeks. So little coverage. 

"As lovely as these are," I say softly, "I'm going to need to remove them."

She pulls tighter on the backs of her knees, lifting her butt slightly off the pad. I loop my fingers under the elastic side straps and slowly peel her panties out from under her and push them up and away until they are bunched up around her knees. She helpfully captures the twisted material with her fingers.

Beneath my gaze, revealed at last, is her petite and immaculate pussy. It sits pink and bare, waxed completely hairless from the clitoris down. What little hair does remain is fine almost the point of translucence and confined to a small patch above her clit no more than half an inch wide. Even these few strands are trimmed ruthlessly short. The rest of her skin is utterly smooth, devoid of even a freckle. A subtle sheen coats the visible parts of her labia.

I calmly place my hands on the backs of her thighs, to either side of her sex. Her skin is diaphanous here, and paler where it would normally be shaded by the bubble of her round butt. I press my open hands into her skin, relishing its supple flexibility. Just to tempt myself I exert a slight spreading pressure. The crease between each thigh and her outermost labia widens, but her inner labia do not move. Nice and tight.

"Let's get started," I say, removing my hands. I walk to the back wall and retrieve two new gloves and the tub of jelly lubricant. I kick the rolling stool toward the foot of the bed on my return trip, and place the tub of lubricant on its cushion to be near to hand. I pull on the latex gloves and dip the first two fingers of my right hand into the tub. Wanting to allow a few moments for the lubricant to warm to the temperature of my fingers, I pause and ask her what she is studying in college. 

As she answers, I lay my other hand casually on her pubic bone, blanketing that small patch of downy hair and making sure that the edge of my thumb rests atop the hairless hood of her clit. Looking down, I then bring the two extended fingers of my right hand to within an inch of her bare pussy.

Unable to resist the urge, I interrupt her, asking: "When was the last time you had intercourse, exactly?"

She stammers, caught off guard. "Um, maybe four months ago."

I touch my jelly-laden fingers to her labia, very lightly. She inhales. 

"Too cold?" I ask.

"No, um...it's okay," she answers.

I smear the lubricant up and down her labia, carefully working it into the petite folds of her vaginal opening and all the way up to her clitoris. As I do this, I push away softly with the flat palm of my left hand, stretching her skin and thereby un-hooding her pink clit. With every subsequent move of my smearing fingers and left thumb I take the opportunity to brush across, with seemingly-accidental swipes, this newly exposed pencil-eraser-sized bud.

"I'm sure you know," I interject, "that the vaginal canal is very flexible, and will tend to shrink with prolonged disuse."

"Uh-huh."

"So you may feel some pressure, more than usual, when I put my fingers inside."

"Uh-huh."

With that, I ease two fingertips into her. She inhales a breath, but quietly. I glance up and see that she is denting her lower lip with her front teeth and staring at the ceiling. I press my fingers further inward and slide my left thumb once more across her protruding clit. Her toes curl and her naked feet flit in the air above us. I gradually finish burying my two fingers inside her up to the last knuckle. She is a very snug fit.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you," I offer.

"No... just feels really deep," she answers softly, holding her breath.

I lean forward, centering my shoulder directly above her sex so that my fingers are pressed straight down, deep into her. I wiggle them alternately back and forth, exploring the contours of her canal. At my farthest reach, I circle one fingertip around the dome of her cervix.

She emits a noise, a brief high-pitch hum, but I cannot be sure if it is due to my fingers' probing or the hockey-game my thumb is now playing with her clit. I rotate my right hand within her until it is palm-upwards and then curl my two fingers, pressing them against the back of her pubic bone. I start to rock back and forth across the little lump that hides there. I hear the paper sheet crinkle under her as she twists her head sideways. Her breathing is audible now. I invert my left hand on her clit and use those fingers to spread her outer labia far apart, exposing a valley of the brightest pink within. I then slide my other thumb up the valley until it crashes into her clit. I gently press that thumb down like a lobster-claw toward the two fingertips I have inside her. The loose embrace she had on the backs of her knees becomes a tight squeeze. I start to slowly move these three pressure points in unison, rocking my entire right hand from side to side and then back and forth. She starts whimpering. I squeeze the little lump inside tighter and move my fingers faster, this time in circles.

"Fuck!" she cries suddenly.

I freeze: "Does that hurt?"

"No," she breathes, lifting her head off the pillow to glance down at me. "But I can't take that. Whatever you're doing... I can't take it."

"Almost done," I say and lessen the pressure between my fingers. After a few more gentle circles I roll my fingers over inside her, sliding my right thumb off her clit in the process. I lift my left hand off her, allowing her outer labia to close, and then return it palm-down onto her pubic mound, crushing her newly swollen clit and its hood beneath the meaty muscle at the base of my thumb. Maintaining pressure there, I begin a subtle orbital motion. I withdraw the fingers of my right hand completely. Then, with these extracted fingers aimed at the floor, I insert my right thumb in their place. Her head tosses to the side again at this new penetration. I notice a thin sheen of perspiration has appeared on the backs of her thighs. I nestle my thumb farther in until my two slippery fingers are buried in the valley between her butt cheeks and pressing firmly edgewise against her little anus. Then I curl my buried thumb down toward them, as if trying to gently pinch her tailbone. I hold her like this for a long moment, while continuing to orbit my left palm on her clit.

Her right arm slips from her knees. I glance up and see she has hooked three fingers over her bottom teeth. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. Near her temple I can see her jaw muscles flexing softly beneath the skin, tugging against her fingers. 

Without releasing pressure, I gradually pull my right thumb outwards. This drags my fingers edgewise across the outside of her anus, and I feel it reflexively pucker. A long moan escapes Jessica's lips. I reverse direction, pushing my thumb all the way into her and sliding my fingers back over that tiny ring of raised muscles. I feel new warmth within her. My left palm continues to grind in circles against the entire area around her clit. I allow myself three more strokes like this, each agonizingly slow on the way out and then quick on the way back in. At each strokes' end, when my thumb is at its deepest, she emits a little "ah" sound and the muscles of her thighs flex in unison. Inside she is flexing too; I feel her tightening in pulses around my thumb. Even through the latex glove I can tell there is a new, sopping wetness within her.

My cock uncoils, filling its chambers again.

I withdraw my thumb and smoothly reinsert my two longest fingers. Once they are fully buried I curl them upwards toward the underside of her pubic bone like before. I find that hidden spot again and begin circling it gingerly. She is breathing loudly now through her mouth. Glancing up I see that between each breath her lips close around her fingers. I press my orbiting left palm a little harder against her clit. She withdraws her hand and buries her fingers into her hair, exhaling in a new moan.

Despite my desire to continue pleasuring her, I realize my attentions have already so exceeded any possible medical reasoning that I have to stop. After four more circles I allow my fingers to slide out of her. With a final flourish I drag my left hand rapidly down across her clit one last time. A quiver shakes her exposed bottom.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 01



"All's well," I whisper.

She stays frozen for a moment, apparently hoping my hands will return. "Huh?" she says finally, in a voice like she just woke from a nap.

"I said you're fine."

She releases her arm's hold on both legs and, forgetting there is nowhere for her feet to land, goes limp. Her falling legs land in my arms, panties still twisted around them at the knees. She doesn't seem to care. Her left arm lands across her chest, covering her nipples. Her right hand extracts itself from her hair and reaches down, cupping her sex. "Exams never feel like that with my normal doctor. She just makes it seem so... medical."

"See? I'm nice after all," I say.

"Uh-huh." 

Leaving her legs draped across my right forearm, I slide by left arm under her waist and lift her off the exam table, marveling once more at her lightness. I shuffle sideways and deposit her onto the middle of the exam table so that her legs no longer hang off the end. She lays back in a relaxed posture, again absent-mindedly laying her right hand over her pubic mound. Her other hand pulls the band out of her pony tail. She tugs her long hair loose with her fingers and lays her head to one side as if in a daydream. 

I survey her outstretched body. Her nipples have grown; they now stand upright from her areolas, swollen and hard like dark red candies. They are each ringed by circle of goose-bumps. Her breasts are spread in wide domes, hiding her upper ribs beneath an inch or two of bouncy flesh. Her sternum sits between them like a hard and shallow valley. The lower half of her ribcage shows through her skin as a set of slender ridgelines to either side of the concave spoon of her abdomen. Thread-like tan lines cut across her prominent pelvic bones, angling down toward that tiny patch of hair hiding beneath her hand.

I pull the pillow out from under her legs and fold it in half in my hands. Then I ask:

"Would I be wrong to assume that you haven't had anal intercourse recently?"

That wakes her up. "Um, no, never. But..." she answers carefully.

"But what?"

"Nothing, it's embarrassing."

"What is?"

Her blush renews itself and she comes back to full consciousness, removing her hand from her crotch. "Well, okay, sometimes I... um... touch myself there with my fingers. Not inside you know, just around the outside."

"You mean when you're masturbating?"

"Um...Yeah," she answers softly, looking at me again as if expecting disapproval.

"That's perfectly normal, although very different from what we're about to do. But you don't need to worry. Like I said, I'll make sure it won't hurt, okay?"

"Will you promise you'll do it slowly?"

"Yes. Now, the first thing is, I'll need you to get onto your stomach."

She hesitates for a moment but then rolls over and flattens herself against the mat with her hands near her head and her legs straight together. Her panties remain tangled around her knees. Glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk, she says: "Just don't make fun of my big butt."

It is true that in this position her bottom stands out as a wonderful swollen hump between her tiny waist and skinny legs. I especially admire the way her tailbone tilts upward out of the narrowest part of her back -- like the kicktail of a skateboard. From there her round butt cheeks swell upward in a pair of smooth hills. The cleavage between them looks deep and youthfully tight: too tight, in fact, for my purposes.

I retrieve a second pillow from the cupboard and fold it in half around the first one so they are nested like a pair of taco shells. This makes a nice thick bolster.

"Raise your hips for me please," I ask.

She arches her back, lifting her hips a couple inches off the mattress.

"Much higher," I instruct. "I need to get this underneath you."

"Oh. Sorry," she says, inching her knees up under her in little steps until they prop her ass obscenely high into the air. "Is this better?"

"Yes," I say while fighting-off a sudden urge to spank her, "that's perfect." I stuff the double-roll of pillows under the widest point of her hips. "Settle onto that and let me know if it's comfortable."

She walks her knees back down but they can barely descend. The roll of pillows acts like a fulcrum beneath her ass, upending her pelvis and leaving almost no weight on her knees. She relaxes her abdomen and legs until they lie flat against the mattress. Only her round ass remains uplifted; stacked high on prominent display. The curvature of lower back is now extreme. Her tailbone rises almost vertically out of the small of her back. 

"My boobs are squished," she says with the side of her face pressed against the mattress, "but otherwise it's fine." Then she giggles, "I feel like I'm mooning you!" 

I lean over and peer down between the twin globes of her ass. Even though her legs are together I can clearly see her little sphincter. Under the bright overhead lights it is revealed as a tiny pink star aimed at the ceiling. Equally nice is that the hollow above her inner thighs is now filled with her waxed pussy. It is still pouting and wet from my earlier attentions.

"Good," I say. "Now the first thing I need to do is lubricate the whole area."

I dig an excessively large dollop of jelly out of the tub and slap it down across her ass with a loud smack.

"Ah, that's cold!" she squeals.

I start spreading the jelly. Her ticklish bottom begins to wiggle, so I place my other hand firmly on the small of her back to anchor her. 

"Hold still," I say. "It'll warm right up." Within seconds the jelly begins to effervesce as it transforms into an oily lubricant. 

"God that tickles!" she says while alternately flexing each butt cheek as I work the clear jelly into her skin. I broaden my hand and smear big circles and figure-eights all over her ass. The lube continues to melt, sending little droplets running down her tailbone, down the backs of her legs, sideways off her hips and inward between her thighs. I scoop a second handful from the tub and deposit it lengthwise down the narrow valley of her ass, dragging two fingers all the way from her clit up to her tailbone.

"AAah, no more, no more! It's too tickly!" she laughs, wiggling and kicking her feet against the mattress. "It's going everywhere!"

"Yes, I think that will do nicely," I say while working the slippery load deep into her crevice with a grin. Eventually I stand back and admire her wet and upended ass. It glistens under the lights like a freshly-peeled plum. 

I step over to the counter and retrieve the plastic injector. I then return to her side and dip the nozzle into the tub of jelly.

"The only place we haven't lubricated yet," I quietly announce, "is inside." 

Out of her sight, I draw back on the plunger to pull six ounces of jelly into the tube.

"What?" she asks.

"I want to get some lube inside you so it has a chance to warm up before we get started."

"Inside?! Wait... wait... Just do a little, alright? Please?"

"The more the better. Trust me."

"But it's already running down my legs!" 

She continues kicking her little feet against the mattress, which jiggles her ass delightfully. 

"You'll be fine," I assure her.

With my thumb through the loop on the back of the plunger, I use my other hand to spread her slippery ass-cheeks apart. Then I lower the tip of the injector until it touches the center of the tiny pink star guarding her rectum. When I try to spread her cheeks further with my fingers, her sphincter remains tight. I wiggle the tip gently downward, hoping the narrow tip will find a way in, but she winces and the star puckers into a tiny knot.

I wait for the puckering to relax. Then I press down. The injector's tip pops in. She lifts her head off the mattress and gasps.

"Hold still," I say as I start lowering the plunger with my thumb, squirting the jelly into her in a stream.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" she squeals in high-pitch.

I keep the plunger moving, counting off the ounces out loud: "Two... three..." 

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!"

"Four..."

"Unnnnnnggggg!" she whines aloud through clenched teeth. 

"Five..."

She slaps a hand against the mattress: "Stop! No more!" 

"Aaaand....Six."

"Fuck! I can't...! No more! Please!"

"All done," I say, removing my fingers and gently pulling the tip from her ass.

"Oh my God, what did you do?!" 

She is almost in tears suddenly, kicking her feet as the jelly begins to effervesce inside of her. I set the injector aside and return my left hand firmly to her waist to quell her wiggling. Then I center my right palm on her upper thigh -- at the palest part right beside her bare pussy. She writhes beneath my hands, apparently on the verge of losing control.

"Lay still now, Jessica," I say.

"It feels like you put a whole can of soda in me!" she whines. "It's too much! I can't take it!"

I watch her little anus puckering over and over again. The pressure inside must be intense because with each puckering some clear, bubbling lube emerges. It slides down her perineum toward her labia in little globs. With all these sensations going on, she apparently cannot stop her lathered hips from dancing beneath my hand.

"Lay still," I repeat firmly, punctuating the words with a pair of spanks at the junction of her ass and thigh. 

"It's bubbling so much!" she pleads, almost in tears. "Why do I have to be still?" 

"Be_cause I want you to re_lax," I say, now punctuating each syllable with a spank on the skin right beside her glossy pussy. "Let [spank] it [spank] finish [spank-spank]." 

"I'm trying, I'm trying." Her skin glows pink beneath my hand and the soles of her feet wrinkle as she curls her toes with effort. Finally, she manages to quell her gyrating hips. 

"Good, now let's see if you're ready," I say.

I slide my fingers into the gap between her thighs and wander them upwards across her slippery labia until my index finger rests upon the entrance to her ass. I press gingerly downward. Lube leaks out and her anus puckers fiercely. 

"Wait...." she starts to say. But as soon as that initial reflexive pucker softens, I push my fingertip in.

"Ow!" she cries. I feel her sphincter clench down hard around my first knuckle.

"Okay" I say, withdrawing my finger. "You are really tight. This is going to take some extra steps."

"You promised it wouldn't hurt."

"That's right. I'll make sure it doesn't. We're going to get those muscles in there to relax first, okay?"

"Please! Anything." 

This was entirely expected. In fact I had hoped things would go this way. I walk over to the counter and pick up the box of extra tools I had brought back from my office earlier.

"What's in there? Is it going to help?" she asks, watching my every move from her upended position.

I place the plastic case on the floor beside the bed and open it. "This," I say, lifting the heaviest object out, "is a physical therapy machine used for deep-tissue massage. It's basically a big vibrator. I think you'll like it."

She can't resist lifting her head to look back at it. Quietly, almost to herself, she says: "Oh wow."

What I have in my hand is a 4.0 Amp electric vibrator that has a triangular pad like a bicycle seat. The motor is encased in a heavy metal jacket with a circular handle like you might see on an orbital sander. 

This is not the kind of vibrator that hums on battery power. This thing plugs into a wall-outlet and rattles like a Harley-Davidson. 

I plug in the cord and set the machine down beside Jessica's legs.

The next thing I pull out of the box is a narrow rubber butt-plug. It is pink and friendly-looking. Not too long and not too wide. I slip it into the pocket of my lab coat without her seeing.

I stand up again beside her glistening, upturned ass. I heft the big massager in my right hand. When I flick the rocker switch on, it fills the room with noise like a bar blender.

Jessica flashes another look over her shoulder and I read her lips saying: "What the fuck?"

I pretend not to hear her. I lower the trembling vinyl pad, gently at first, onto her butt cheeks.

Instantly her ass blurs into a furious vibration. Her eyes and mouth pop wide open in surprise. Over the noise of the machine I hear her let out a long, sustained "Eee" sound. I angle the seat pad so that the broadest contact area is against her skin and begin slow orbits around her lubricated rump. Muscles beneath the hills of her ass come alive with vibration. Even the backs of her thighs are blurred. I can see her laughing, almost screaming at the uncontrollable sensations buzzing through her upturned ass. I work the pad back and forth between the highpoints of her butt cheeks and eventually settle it in-between. I then rotate the thick vinyl pad so that the narrowest end points straight down. Aided by the slipperiness of her skin, the machine sinks in until it touches the soft tissue surrounding her sphincter. Jessica's voice jumps up several octaves and she smacks one hand against the wall above her head. I let the nose of the vibrating pad stand there on her tight anus. Her hand claws at the paint. I let the pad drift farther down, laying its edge lengthwise along the crack of her ass. As I continue sliding it down, the nose finds its way into the hollow between her inner thighs, sending her labia into a frenzied blur of pink. Soon the nose of the pad is vibrating directly against her clit while the long edge buzzes the entire length of her wet labia and perineum.

Jessica's thighs and butt cheeks clench tight around the machine and her hand flies beneath her, trying to interposition itself between the vibrator and her clit. The tightly-packed pillows block her way, so she reaches around to cover her ass, but her grabbing only pulls one butt cheek wider apart, intensifying the machine's contact with her most intimate flesh. The vibrator is too deep and too heavy for her hand to get beneath. She gives up. Her head rises off the table, mouth open, eyes shut. I keep her stomach flat against the mat by holding down the small of her back. I turn the triangular pad again, standing the pointy-end directly on her clit. Both her hands hit the wall this time. I slowly work the nose backwards across her labia and up to her ass again. I focus the energy of the machine right on that tiny ring of muscles protecting her rectum. Lube spatters out and I can hear Jessica singing loudly now, interrupting herself with rapid breaths. She sounds like she is building up to an epic release.

Just when I think she is going to actually climax, I shut off the machine.

"UUUUUNNNNNNNNN" she continues a cappella in the suddenly quiet room. I hoist the device off her and set it down with a thud. My arm is slightly tired from the weight of it.

Jessica's voice descends to a rhythmic whimpering. Her ribcage is pumping with short breaths. Her hands slide down off the wall and flatten out limply beside of her head. Her long hair lies haphazardly spread about, partially obscuring her face but she does not seem to notice.

I retrieve the little butt-plug from my pocket and position it above the opening between her thighs. I see that her outer labia are swollen and plump. Between them her inner labia have blossomed outward in petite, hot-pink petals. They shine glossily, reflecting the lights above.

"I'm going to insert something small and soft into you now," I say. 

She has no response, so I slide the little tapered toy easily into sopping wet pussy. She emits only a low moan. I quickly draw it back out, confident now that it is thoroughly lubricated. Next, I position the tip of the little toy on the exact center of her anus. Holding the base of the plug between my thumb and two fingers, I work the tip slowly into her ass.

A long "Oh!" escapes her mouth.

I press a bit harder and the plug slides down all the way to its fattest point, stretching the spokes of her tight star into an inch-wide circle. 

"God!" she cries.

I hold the plug there, teasing the muscles of her anus with a gentle back and forth motion.

She emits a worried hum that is suddenly cut short when I let the fattest part of the bulb to pop inward beyond her sphincter, allowing the muscles to close around the plug's skinny neck. Jessica's breathing is edgy and tormented. I give the base plate a few gentle tugs, pulling back against the grip of her anus. She is still impressively tight.

Keeping my other hand firmly against the small of her back, I click the giant vibrator back on. Again the room fills with sound and Jessica balls her fists in anticipation. Tendons within her thighs start to twitch nervously. I hold the machine over her ass, pad facing down, and gently lower it. Her youthful skin comes alive on contact. She starts singing again. I work the heavy pad around her cheeks, careful not to touch the base of the plug. Not yet. I wait, circling her ass and roaming the machine over the backs of her thighs and eventually pressing it against her clitoris, labia and perineum in alternating succession. The vibrator is so strong that I know its energy will penetrate her ass too, simply due to its sheer proximity.

Next I press the long edge of the pad against her entire pussy and hold it there firmly. The base of the rubber plug adopts a faint blur that probably reflects only one quarter of the energy her clit is being subjected to. 

By now her legs and back are aglow with a fevered sheen. I watch her breathing and listen to her moans as they quickly ascend in intensity. Her toes flex. Her hands scratch at the mattress pad and tangle themselves in her hair. After a minute, her pelvis suddenly arches higher, pumping repeatedly against the vibrator in synch with a new rhythmic cry. When I am certain she has reached the very peak of orgasm, I roll the pad away from her clit and press it squarely onto the base of the butt plug, smashing it inward.

"FAAAAAHHHK!" she screams. Her legs fly apart as wide as her rolled-down panties allow and her pelvis writhes under me like a stabbed animal. I struggle to keep the vibrator atop the plug, but I manage it with some additional pressure. The energy of the machine is entirely focused on the butt-plug, coursing deep into her ass.

Her climax is exquisite to watch. It lasts at least twenty seconds, maybe more. She squeals loudly, clenching her ass over and over around the buzzing bicycle seat. Every inch of her skin glows with sweat.

Finally, after I can see that her crescendo has passed, I pull the vibrator off her and shut it down.

"That should do it," I say casually. 

She is in non-verbal mode, making sounds instead of words. 

I return my attention to the butt-plug, easing it slowly up and down through the little ring of her anus. The newly-loosened orifice makes a wet suction-breaking sound with every upward stroke. Eventually I remove the plug and insert two fingers in its place. The inside of her rectum feels like a tube of warm honey. Withdrawing my fingers, I place my thumbs to either side of her ass and pull them apart. Her anus opens, showing its bright pink inner walls. Clear lube is still pooled within her.

Still she has no coherent words for me.

I retrieve the optical scope and aim the stem directly at her littlest orifice. I switch it on and carefully insert the tip. Then I let it descend. It glides easily down to the four-inch mark. 

She starts forming words again, but 'oh God' and 'oh my God' seem to be the only phrases she knows. They come out of her mouth in succession as I press the probe deeper. 

At the six-inch mark there is a new resistance, perhaps a slight bend in her rectal canal where it transitions to her lower colon. With a bit of wiggling on my part, the flexible probe rounds this bend and presses onward. She adds the phrases 'no more' and 'too deep' to her limited vocabulary, but with only a daydreaming level of intensity.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 01



Thirty seconds later, after a brief and final bout of feet-kicking and toe-curling from Jessica, we reach the 12-inch mark. I stop. 

"Mission accomplished," I whisper.

I slowly and carefully ease the long shaft out of her. It rides out on a river of lube, drenching the pillows below. Jessica replays her soundtrack of repetitive 'oh my God's during the entire extraction. When the optical tip finally pops out with a wet gasp, it leaves her little anus looking very sore and loose -- a pencil-sized hole now rather than a tight star.

I step back, admiring her ravished figure. She is sweaty from head to toe. Her hair is a tangled mess. Her ass and the mattress beneath it look sticky enough to require hosing off. I savor the view as her body lies limp, exhausted by the travails of the past hour. She hangs draped over the pillows like a slice of sashimi.

"Take a few minutes," I say. "In fact, take as long as you need. I'll set out some towels and let you get dressed in private. There is a sink too if you want to wash up. When you're ready, just come out and the receptionist will direct you to my office, okay?"

She rolls her hips off the pillows and flops onto her side with her butt against the wall. I pull two clean towels out of the cupboard and set them down on the counter.

She wipes stray curls away from her face and stares at me. A single big twitch runs through her petite frame. She is still beyond speech. 

"Take your time," I repeat, "You did great. I'll see you in a few minutes."

With that, I leave the room.

* * * * *

Fifteen minutes later I hear a knock at my door and see the receptionist's arm gesturing Jessica into my office.

She is in her clothes again: low-rise designer jeans, casual electric-blue halter top, stacked flip-flops and dangly earrings. Her long hair is pulled back into a pony tail again, sprouting from halfway up the back of her head. Her face looks freshly washed, devoid of any makeup except perhaps some lip balm. 

"Hi," she says, standing in the doorway.

"Come on in, Jessica," I reply, gesturing toward the chairs on the other side of my glass-topped desk. "Have a seat."

She walks over and gingerly lowers her bottom onto the cushion. Her little purse slips off her shoulder into her lap. She crosses her legs and glances out the window at the sunny day.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

"Sore," she says, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Really?"

"No, not really. Not as much as I thought. But..." She looks down at her lap and fidgets with her purse strap, wrapping it around her index finger. "I don't know. I feel kinda embarrassed I guess."

"Why is that? I felt your exam went rather well, all things considered."

"Really? I don't know. I feel like I've been living in a closet the past few years. I mean... there are so many things I don't know. Like, especially about sex."

She lifts her eyes to mine. They are tinged with pink from all the gagging.

"Well," I say, "the human body is capable of amazing things. I think most women have no idea what they can do until they experience childbirth."

"Well yeah, but that's not really what I mean. What I mean is I've never felt so, like, out of control before. It's like I was scared the whole time I was in there with you, but also really sexual. Like a blend of fear and sex and...and something else."

"What else?"

"I don't know. I think those things you were doing were... so extreme that I just became another person in my mind, letting them all happen. I let myself go, just, like, lost in the moment -- that sounds cheesy -- but like, lost in the physical part of it. Just totally absorbed by how it felt. Not thinking at all, you know?"

"Sure. I can understand that reaction."

"Am I wrong to feel like I've been asleep all these years? I mean, I know I'm inexperienced, but God... not like that!"

I lean forward and fold my hands on the desk. "Look, today was just a doctor's appointment, okay? It was not any kind of critique of your life. I am sorry if I left you with that impression."

"No, no, it's not you. I'm glad, actually. It's a wake-up call."

"Well, you're still very young. You have your entire life ahead of you, so you have plenty of time to do whatever you want."

"Yeah."

"Look, it's none of my business, but I've always felt that you just have to be yourself and do what you love. The rest come naturally. You've heard that before, some variation of it, I'm sure."

"Yeah."

"So don't worry. As far as I'm concerned everything went perfectly. I'll have a chance to review the tapes this week and as soon as I get the results of the blood work you had done at the lab I'll write up your results. Then we'll be in touch. My guess is we won't find anything, and you can forget this whole visit if you'd like."

"That's not likely."

"Well, be that as it may, you did great. If you learned something about yourself today, that's great too. Now you can conduct your life however you want. Have fun, try new things. Or not... whichever you prefer. Okay?"

"Okay, okay." she says, finally smiling. "But before I go, I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Do all the girls you see -- for this kind of appointment -- do they all, um, you know, enjoy themselves?"

"As much as you did?"

"Yeah."

"I can't tell you that."

She straightens up and puts one hand on the edge of my desk, frowning: "Why not?"

I give her a huge grin and lean back in my chair, clasping my hands behind my head: "Patient confidentiality."

She slaps my desk: "Err! You are so mean!"

We both laugh.

A few minutes later she is on her feet, pulling her purse back over her shoulder. I rise from my chair to escort her out. I hold the door of my office open for her and cannot stop myself from watching her breasts oscillate within her halter-top as she walks toward me. I let her precede me down the narrow hallway, entranced by the twin dimples on display an inch above the backside of her jeans. A smile glues itself to my face. We make it to the front door, and I push it open for her. A rush of Springtime humidity greets us. She pulls her ponytail over her shoulder. I thank her for coming and offer her a handshake. She surprises me with a hug, wrapping her arms around my torso.

"Thanks Doc," she says, pressing herself against me.

"No problem," is all I come up with. I drape my right arm across her narrow back, marveling again at her diminutive frame -- it being such a stark contrast to the plump breasts I feel being crushed between us. She releases me and steps through the doorway into the bright sunshine.

As she walks away she throws one last glance over her shoulder and waves. I hear a soft "See ya," and catch a glimpse of her smile.

I let the glass door swing shut between us and watch her stride across the small parking lot. She pulls something from her purse and I see the lights blink on a Nissan 350Z.

Nice.

* * * * *

End of Part One



A Doctor's Dream Ch. 02



A sudden beep interrupts my morning perusal of files on my desk.

"I have a 'Jessica' on the line for you, Doctor," the receptionist's voice announces from my speaker phone.

"Thanks," I say and lower my coffee onto a coaster. It has been three days since Jessica's initial screening. I scoop the handset off the cradle when I hear the line click through.

"Hello?" she says, her voice sounding squeakier than I remember.

"Hi Jessica,' I reply. "How are you?"

"Hi, I'm fine Doc. I'm so glad you answered. Are you busy right now?"

"No, not at all. What's on your mind?"

"Um, I was just calling, you know, to see if you had my results yet."

"Oh. Well, no, actually I don't have your blood-work back yet, but that's normal. I probably won't hear from the lab until tomorrow; Friday. Don't worry yourself about it in the meantime. I still need to look at your tapes too. Like I said, I'll give you a call as soon as I have your results written up." 

"Oh."

"It'll probably be Monday, okay?"

"Okay."

A pause stretches out between us over the phone. I can hear a faint static in the background so I presume she is on a cellular phone rather than a landline.

"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?" I ask.

"Well... I'll be back at my college on Monday, so... um, OK this is totally random... Don't get mad, but I was wondering if, um... if you could meet me for lunch."

Suddenly I am grinning. I have to make a conscious effort to sound calm when I ask: "You mean today?"

"Yeah. Or tomorrow. Whenever's better."

"Well," I say slowly, "let me just check my calendar." Of course, I have no need to scroll through the next two days' appointments on the screen in front of me. I know I can make room for this. 

"I tell you what, Jessica," I say after a pause, "tomorrow would be better for me."

"Great!" she says with obvious excitement.

"There is a little place a couple blocks from my office that I go to sometimes. If we get there at about one o'clock the worst of the lunchtime rush will be ending. How's that sound?"

"Awesome. What's the name and I'll Google it."

Sixty seconds later we are off the phone, but the rest of my afternoon is ruined. I can't concentrate on anything. Patients come and go. The staff hands me paperwork to sign. It is all a blur. Finally after my last patient leaves I decide I should sit and watch the 2 or 3 minutes of video made during Jessica's exam since I cannot keep her appointment out of my thoughts anyway. As I expected, the videos reveal nothing troubling. Of course, that was never the point. The process itself had been the more important component of the screening. Seeing how she adapted to that kind of physicality had been my primary objective and the tapes of course contain none of the wonderful reactions she displayed. All the images, textures and sounds of that appointment are seared far more vividly into my brain.

At four thirty I lock my office and head to the gym.

* * * * *

The next morning is busy at my office and noon arrives quickly. By twelve thirty I have already hung up my lab coat and washed my hands. I stride past the receptionist's desk in my suit with no tie, headed for the door.

"I'm headed to lunch," I say. "I'll be back around two."

"Have a good one," she replies without looking up.

Outside it is unseasonably warm. There is apparently a miniature heat wave headed our way this weekend. Given that the café is only three blocks away I decide to walk.

I arrive a few minutes early, and as I scan the busy crowd at the outdoor tables I see that Jessica is not there. I catch the young hostess' attention and point to a table near the stone wall that separates the outdoor dinning area from the main building. She smiles at me over the crowd of people and raises two fingers inquisitively. I nod back and she grabs two menus from her podium and waves me over toward the table.

I take the chair closest to the low stone wall, with my back to the sun, and take the liberty of ordering a couple of ice-teas. From here I can see the entrance and most of the guests. It is a pretty hip crowd -- mostly young working professionals trying to sneak in a long lunch away from the office or get an early start on the weekend.

The two ice-teas arrive on little plates with half a lemon wrapped in thin white cloth beside each glass. As the server arranges them on the table I catch a glimpse of Jessica's Nissan gliding passed. It slows and turns the corner, presumably pulling into the parking lot next door.

Jessica's tanned face and long hair bob into view less than a minute later as she walks along the sidewalk from the direction of the parking lot. I cannot see what she is wearing yet because of the crowd between us. She reaches the entrance, steps through the little gate and looks around.

The noise level actually drops by several decibels as every guy in the place stops talking and stares. Inside each of their brains, I imagine the same sequence of primal synapses firing. Probably half the women stop talking too, but for different reasons.

Inside my own head, endorphins run rampant as I scan Jessica from head to toe. She is wearing a white mini-dress that ends ten inches above her knees. Actually, it is not enough to say she is wearing it. She wields it like a weapon. It hijacks half my brain along with half the conversations in the restaurant. 

I stand up and wave Jessica over. She flashes me a giant smile before picking her way between the tables. Conversations slowly resume themselves around us.

As she approaches, her outfit comes into sharper focus. Her dress appears to be made of elasticized cotton, bright white and tastefully tight. There is some kind of crisscross, woven pattern layered over the underlying fabric, lending the all-white dress an expensive, textured look. She leans in to give me a hug. A teardrop opening below the dress' neckline provides a peek-a-boo window into her cleavage.

We exchange pleasantries. She drags her chair around the little round table until it is almost next to mine. As we both sit down, she doffs her small purse onto the arm of her chair. She then turns in her seat to aim her knees at me and gracefully crosses her bare legs.

I lift my ice tea and we clink the glasses together. As she takes a pull from hers I glance down. Her legs are smooth, tan and utterly hairless. A subtle sheen reflects the sun's glare, suggesting a healthy coat of moisturizing lotion. The hemline of her dress is teasingly high, making her thighs appear longer than they are. If it were only another inch shorter, I am sure I would be able to see her panties from here.

"Gorgeous day, isn't it?" she asks.

"Absolutely," I reply, embarrassed to find her already staring at me when I lift my gaze up from her lap.

"Do you have to go back to work after this?" she asks.

"Yes, I do."

"That sucks. I'm headed to the pool. One of the few perks of spending Spring Break at home; I get to mooch off my parents' club membership."

"The Golf and Tennis Club?"

"Yeah, we have a pool at home, but it's more fun to go there. Are you a member too?"

"No. Golf is not my thing. I just go to the gym near my office... not too far from here."

Jessica lifts her iced tea off the table and takes another pull from the tall glass. A stream of condensation drips onto her exposed thigh. The icy water makes her jump and un-cross her legs, treating me to a flash of bright blue fabric from beneath her dress, like an azure triangle of joy.

I hold out my napkin to her. She accepts it and wipes her tanned thighs dry before laughing and offering me her unused napkin in return.

"Thanks," she says, re-crossing her legs. Another flash of the blue triangle, this one cut short when she tugs her hemline back down. "I hope the pool is a little warmer than that!"

I smile. Our server arrives and rattles off the specials while we belatedly scan our menus. Jessica settles on a Cobb salad. I go for one of the specials: capellini vongole in a wine reduction. As we hand off our menus it occurs to me that Jessica is still a year away from being able to legally order wine. A twinge of guilt runs through me for a moment, and I lean back into my chair as though adding some distance will somehow cleanse my conscience.

As if on cue, Jessica leans toward me conspiratorially, resting her elbows on her knees. "Do you know why I asked you to lunch?" she whispers.

"I have a feeling you're about to tell me," I reply.

"My mom told me everything."

"Everything about what?"

"You. That little donation center you run. That you've never been married. The parties you throw. Everything."

I sense a bluff. "And so...?"

"So my little exam on Monday... was just a tease, wasn't it? Compared to what you do with your girlfriends."

"Now I have girlfriends?"

"Well?" she whispers, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Jessica leans back in her chair and waits.

"Look," I begin, "I don't know what you heard from your mom, but my personal life is not something I discuss with patients."

"I'm not a patient! I'm totally healthy. That exam was just a test or something, wasn't it? For some kind of secret guest-list you run?"

I sit very still and say nothing.

"Am I right?" she persists, raising one eyebrow.

"It doesn't matter whether you are right or not," I say after a pause.

"Why not?"

"Because, if you're wrong, then there is no such thing, and if you are correct, I couldn't tell you about it anyway."

"Why not?"

"Well, clearly," I smile, "because then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?"

"Oh my God, you're impossible!" she blurts out, leaning forward to give my knee a shove with her hand. She then sits back in her chair and glances around the café, apparently giving up her quest for truth.

I change the subject, telling her that all her blood tests had come back clean. She seems unsurprised by this, almost disinterested. It is an attitude she shares with most young people who have never been seriously sick. Other possible outcomes had not occurred to her.

"I broke up with Ryan," she announces.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. I did it three months ago... after he moved. I just don't like to tell people."

"Oh."

"My social life has needed a makeover for a while. Ryan and my relationship was so high-school. That's not how I want to spend my twenties."

"Eating leftovers?"

"Hah! Yeah, a leftover from high school. My teenage wasteland."

Food arrives. We eat and chat. I can tell that Jessica wants to ask me something, but she keeps stopping herself just short of it, whatever it is. I ask her about school, her plans for the summer. All the usual things one asks a college student.

By the end of the meal I can see Jessica is getting frustrated. Perhaps she is mad at herself for not being able to work up the nerve to ask me whatever it that is on her mind. As I am signing the modest bill, she suddenly offers to drive me back to work.

"Seriously," she says. "It's the least I can do since you insisted on picking up the check." 

"Alright," I consent. "Thanks."

Luckily the crowd has thinned a bit, so I don't get too many dirty looks as I follow Jessica out of the restaurant. She, of course, seems oblivious to the hawkish glances from older women (and gape-mouthed stares from older men) who track our progress toward the exit. Once out on the sidewalk, we amble side-by-side around the corner toward the parking lot.

Jessica's Nissan is parked in the sun. It looks spotless.

"Nice car," I offer as she defeats the remote alarm.

"Thanks. I have kind of a thing about cars."

"No harm in that. Looks like you take good care of it."

"Yeah, but I can't take all the credit for that. I just had it detailed."

We climb in and drop the windows to release the hot air trapped inside. Jessica surprises me by removing her sandals and tucking them behind her seat.

"I can't drive in those," she explains as her left foot depresses the clutch pedal and she wakes the engine.

"A stick shift, no less," I add with genuine enthusiasm.

She is checking her mirrors now and notching the gearbox into reverse. As she slips the clutch and gets us rolling back out of the spot, she glances at me sideways and states: "Automatics are for soccer-moms, and I am not a soccer mom."

"No, indeed you are not," I smile in response. As we nose out into the street she checks for cross traffic and then pulls away forcefully in first gear. I glance over and notice that her confidence and smile have both returned. Whatever was bothering her at the restaurant seems to have subsided. I also can't help noticing how lovely she looks with her bare feet working the pedals as we pace the traffic down Third Street toward my office.

The turn we need to make is fast approaching, but Jessica is not slowing down.

"It's the next right," I pipe up.

"I know," she says. "But I'm kidnapping you first. Don't be mad. I just need you to help me with a quick errand."

"Oh, really," I say, glancing at my watch. "And what might that be?"

"You'll see."

Over the five minutes and twenty intersections that follow, I develop two new appreciations. The first is that Jessica is very skilled at driving stick. The second is that every clutch-stroke she executes causes another few millimeters of thigh to be exposed as her dress' hemline creeps higher and higher. The sunshine angles down through her window and bathes her lap in its glow. Each time I glance over, I can see a little fraction more of her blue panties.

Suddenly we turn left into a dirty, potholed parking lot. In front of us is one of those creepy triple-X stores with mirrored windows and a neon sign above the door. The car rolls to a stop and she yanks up the parking brake.

"You're kidding, right?" I state.

"No. I need you to come with me. I can't go in there alone."

"That's true. You shouldn't."

"So you'll come with me?"

"Um, no. We're not going in there. Why do you want to, anyway?"

She smiles and turns in her seat to face me a little more, resting her elbow on the edge of the door. "Well, I've never had one before, but you've inspired me to get a vibrator."

"I inspired you?"

"Hell yeah. So now you have to help me pick one out, and, um, you know, protect me from whatever creeps hang out in this place."

"You've never been in here, have you?"

"No way. I've just always known it was here 'cause you can see if from the off-ramp."

"OK, Jessica, I tell you what: I'm happy that you're becoming more adventurous. And I'm happy to help, but this is not the place for you. Take me back to work and on the way I'll call a friend of mine who can set you up with what you're looking for."

"You know someone who sells vibrators?"

"Just drive. Before we get carjacked."

"Oh, please. It's not that bad of a neighborhood."

Just then a morbidly obese man steps out from the store, shouting into a cell phone in a Slavic dialect. His track-suit is shiny velour and his hair is thinning above his pale, moon-like face. He appears to be wearing three pagers on the elastic waistband of his pants.

"Jessica," I say, "that guy is capable of chloroforming you with a rag and selling you to a brothel in Lithuania."

"That is horrible! I can't believe you just said that!"

"I could be wrong. Maybe he's a nice guy who runs a family grocery. You need to be aware of both possibilities."

"That's why I brought you with me."

"Point taken. Now drive please, before he decides to sit on the car."

"Alright already, I'm going."

Jessica snatches reverse to get us out of the parking lot. The engine makes a satisfying snarl as we then pull away in first gear, round the corner and accelerate out onto the main road. I pull out my phone and scroll through the names until I find Carol.

She answers on the first ring.

"Hi Carol, it's your favorite Doctor. How are you?" I begin. We catch up briefly. Then I tell her about Jessica.

"I'll send her to you directly," I say. "She's a beginner, so set her up with whatever you think she might like. Just be sure to include a good set of beads. Jumbo ones, okay?"

In less than a minute I am off the phone. As Jessica works her through traffic on the way back toward my office, I write Carol's address on a scrap of paper and describe the best way to get there.

Jessica is incredulous: "You know someone who sells vibrators out of her home?" 

"Of course. Can't you see why that makes more sense than selling them out of a store? People appreciate discretion in these matters. And Carol and her partner only buy the best. Trust me, you'll spend more with her, but you'll be much happier."

"How much more?"

"Probably $200. Cash only."

"Really? Huh. Go Carol." 

We glide to a stop at the last red light before my office. Jessica looks at me sideways for a long moment, then volunteers. "My parents leave for the weekend in a few hours. If you're free tomorrow, why don't you come for a swim at the house?"

"Sounds nice," I reply.

"I have a feeling I'm going to need some guidance with all this stuff Carol is about to sell me."

I stare back at her and grin. "That would be a pleasure too."

The light turns green and we turn left onto the street outside my office. Jessica stops near the doorway and sets the parking brake.

"Do you know where it is?" she asks.

"Your folks' house?"

"Yeah."

"I've never been, but I believe I have the address in your file."

"I could just text it to you if you give me your cell number."

We exchange phone numbers, then I tug the door-release and prepare to step out while she is keying my number into her phone.

"What time are you coming tomorrow?" she asks.

"How does 1:00 sound? Should be warm enough for a swim by then."

"Great. I'll make lunch, so come hungry."

"Will do," I say as I climb out of the car finally. "Thanks again for the lift." 

"See you tomorrow!"

I shut the door. She smiles brightly in my direction before pulling away. 

* * * * *

Consciously or not, the next morning I find myself being more meticulous than usual about my grooming. It is not every day I get invited to teach a gorgeous twenty-year-old how to play with her new vibrators. I leave my house shortly after noon, stop by my favorite wine shop for a nice bottle, and then type Jessica's home address into my GPS. The house is way up in the hills outside of town, and the road is scenic and fun. The air is very warm, and the heat seems to rise with the elevation as my car climbs higher and higher up into the foothills.

Without too much trouble, I find the gated driveway of Jessica's parents' home. It is fairly isolated, and the long driveway wanders back hundreds of yards from the road, into what must be at least a ten-acre parcel of land. The driveway leads to a clearing, wherein I find a sprawling two-story Spanish mission style home. I park next to Jessica's Z and climb out with the bottle of Riesling in my hand.

The front door is a huge wooden affair with exposed iron hinges and a giant knocker. Before I have a chance to reach for the doorbell button though, I hear Jessica yell to me from above: "I'm coming!" 

A moment later the door pulls wide open and Jessica greets me with one of her signature grins -- bleached white teeth from ear to ear. 

"Hi!" she exclaims, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she backs away to allow me through the doorway. 

"Hi," I reply. 

She is bursting with energy. Her bare feet tap-dance on the terracotta floor as I step over the threshold. She takes the wine from my hand and I cannot resist giving her a quick head-to-toe glance. Her long hair hangs down past her shoulders in playful curls, kept away from her pretty face by a small silver clip above her blue eyes. Sitting low around her hips is a denim miniskirt the brevity of which would make even Daisy Duke blush. Her mid-drift is naked and tan. Above that, a tiny cotton tank top rides the swell of her bouncing breasts. Its lower hem, like that of her skirt, appears to have been cut off with scissors several washings ago, leaving her lean tummy and even her lowermost ribs exposed. Most distractingly, her top's ultra-thin fabric does nothing to conceal the bra-less state of her huge tits. Her nipples show as two prominent bumps, bobbing like corks on the swells of an elasticized cotton sea.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 02



She spins away from me and takes off down the hall at a skipping pace. It takes me a moment to recover from the shock of her overtly sexual appearance. I almost forget to shut the door behind me in my haste to follow her down the hallway.

I find her in the kitchen. My bottle of wine sits on the counter, apparently already forgotten. Jessica is busy pouring two large glasses from plastic pitcher.

"It's so warm, I decided to make margaritas!" she announces proudly.

"Sure, why not?" I reply as she hands me a salt-rimmed glass.

"Cheers!" she smiles.

With drink in hand, she beckons me to follow her through the living room and out through a broad French-door door to the rear patio where a beautiful and sunlit swimming pool awaits us.

I watch her backside hungrily as she walks to the other end of the pool and crouches down to retrieve the underwater thermometer. 

"Eighty-two degrees," she calls to me before dropping the thermometer back into the water. "I hope you brought your shorts."

"I did."

"Great!" she says with another smile.

I cannot avert my eyes from her as she parades back toward me alongside the pool. Her narrow miniskirt rocks from side to side with each stride while her breasts bounce and oscillate in a hypnotically complex rhythm beneath her white top. How any man could force himself to look away from this is beyond me.

"Why don't you go get your shorts and change upstairs while I bring the lunch stuff out?" she suggests.

"Sounds good," I say, and turn to follow her back into the house.

Five minutes later I am back outside in my board-shorts, enjoying the full strength of the sunshine in a deckchair beside the pool. Jessica has arranged a bowl of fruit salad and a tray of thin sandwiches on a low table between the two lounge chairs. She emerges from the house again, this time carrying the plastic pitcher of margaritas.

"Free re-fills," she says with a smirk. She sets the pitcher down beside the tray and flops herself into the other chair. A moment later I hear the sound of a zipper and glance sideways to watch her wiggle out of her miniskirt. She pushes it down to her ankles, revealing the bottom half of a black string bikini. She kicks the miniskirt off to one side and then settles back into the rubbery cushions of her chair. I fantasize for a moment that she might peel off her tank-top as well, but it does not happen.

We fall into an easy conversation about nothing in particular, each enjoying the warmth of the sun and the pleasure of each other's company. Once our margaritas are about half-empty, I ask her how her shopping-spree at Carol's house had gone. She laughs and proceeds to recount the entire episode for me. Without much prompting, she reveals that her evening at home alone afterwards had involved several climactic rounds of play with her new toys. One little vibrating egg in particular, she says, has established itself as an early favorite, but she admits that a couple of the more interesting items remain unused. I ask her about the string of beads, and she shakes her head, saying Carol had told her to ask me about how to use those. I make a mental note to give Carol an extra nice birthday gift this year.

Fifteen minutes later the heat has become too much for me. I finish my margarita and hoist myself out of the deckchair to make my way over to the edge of the pool. I walk down the underwater steps and submerge myself in the clear water. I swim a few easy laps and then take a seat on a small underwater ledge in the far corner of the deep-end, kicking my legs slowly beneath the surface. 

Jessica sees me gazing back in her direction and rises from her chair. She drains the last of her margarita in a three-swallow pull and then slowly walks to the edge of the pool. Daintily, she dips in a toe. To my surprise and delight, she then walks around to the deep-end and climbs onto the small diving board. After a couple hops, she dives headfirst into the water. I watch her swim beneath the surface all the way to the other end of the pool, where her head finally pops up for air. She takes a few breaths and then tilts her head back briefly beneath the surface to pull her hair away from her face.

"It's nice here, isn't it?" she asks across the water.

"Yeah, it's fantastic," I reply.

She watches me from the shallow end of the pool for a minute and then suddenly stands straight up, waist-high in the water. I feel my jaw drop a notch as her wet tank top, now totally transparent, sucks itself tightly against the contours of her tits. She stands there, casually re-tying one side of the string bikini around her hips, apparently inviting me to stare at her dripping body. Once the string is retied she returns my gaze and slowly starts to push through the water toward me, gradually sinking as she walks down the sloping floor of the pool. The cotton material of her top floats away from her skin as the water rises around her. When the water eclipses her shoulders, she raises her arms straight up, takes a deep breath and drops beneath the surface. The tank top floats to the surface alone.

I watch her wavering shape through the water as she swims across the long pool toward the ledge where I am sitting. She bursts from the surface right between my knees -- her face skyward so that her hair is slicked back by the water. Instinctively I reach out to catch her. She lands almost in my lap, with one hand on my chest and her other on my shoulder, blinking away the water from her eyes. Her skin is slippery in my hands, but I manage to pull her up onto my thigh. She turns her hips to sit there, her legs between my own. Her enormous tits hang between us, naked and dripping. We lock eyes for a moment, and then she throws her mouth against mine in a hungry kiss.

Our tongues dance urgently together for the first time and her arms surround my neck. My hands slide up to her ribcage, pulling her closer to me. I can feel the softness of a naked breast there against my inner forearm. I restrain the urge to caress that pendulous flesh and instead concentrate on returning every ounce of her passionate kiss.

For several long minutes her mouth continues to attack my own with the intensity of a new lover. Her lips suck and pull at mine while her tongue chases around inside my mouth. Her saliva tastes sweet, like peach juice. Her body twists in my lap, turning toward me and climbing higher until her knees are straddling my hips and her feet are tucked beneath her. She presses the full abundance of her chest against my own. 

Her mouth pulls away just long enough to say: "God, I love kissing you!" Then her lips latch themselves back onto my face. I give up trying to be polite with my hands and unleash them to run wild across her amazing body. 

Every tactile pleasure I had imagined these past few days while bearing witness to her nubile shape is suddenly eclipsed by the reality I feel beneath my hands. Jessica's body is a sensual masterpiece: taut and firm where I want it to be, supple and elastic where I want it to be. Her thighs are muscular and smooth. Her stomach is rock-hard. Her waist feels even smaller than it looks. When I finally allow my hands to wander up to her breasts, I find them springier, lighter and more resilient than I ever could have hoped. I cup my hands around her ribcage and lift her skyward. Our mouths disconnect and she lets out a cute yelp as I raise her up until her nipples level with my eyes. I pull her to me and bury my face into her cleavage, then loop one arm behind her back to pin her in this position.

She lets out a laugh and wraps her arms around my head. Gradually I let her slide back down, keeping her body tight against me as she slips. By the time our mouths reconnect her breasts are stacked high against my collarbones like a pair of compressed water-balloons. Her cleavage smothers the base of my neck. 

"I get the feeling you like my boobs," she whispers into my mouth between kisses. I nod yes as our lips press against each other once more.

She releases her grip on my head and pushes back slightly. I slacken my hold on her body so she can lean away a bit more and shift her weight onto my thighs. She drops her arms to her sides, using them to squeeze her naked breasts together in a posture I recognize from her exam. I reward her by ducking my head forward and latching my mouth onto her right nipple. She squeals and giggles as I suck on it hard. I return my hands to sides of her ribcage and pull her back toward me until her tits are again level with my face. I start to alternate between her nipples, sucking on each one until they both look maximally engorged. They now stand out like large cherries, swollen and dark-red. Squeezing inward with my hands, I compress her tits tightly together; creating a glorious display of cleavage just inches from my eyes. Encircling the girth of each breast with a hand, I realize I am only able to hold about 40% of their collective mass. The rest spills outward, overflowing from my hands.

"God, I've never seen my nipples that big before," Jessica says, staring down at them from above.

It occurs to me that I've never felt my cock so tightly wrapped before. It has been trapped down one leg of my shorts beneath the water this whole time, and now feels like it has doubled in size. One of Jessica's shins is pressing awkwardly against it. It is time to move.

I push myself off the seat and tumble us both into the deep pool. Our tangled legs make it difficult at first to stay above water. 

"Meet me at the bottom," I say to her before taking a breath and dropping beneath the surface. I open my eyes and swim toward the drain at the bottom of the pool. A moment later she tackles my head from above with her hands and pulls my face to hers. We try to kiss, but end up laughing too hard to make it work. Our bubbles intermingle themselves on the way to the surface. Almost out of air, we both kick our way to the top together.

She wipes the water from her eyes as we bob amidst the clear pool with our faces only inches apart. Neither of us says a word for a moment. Then she wraps her legs around my waist and places her hands atop my shoulders, forcing me to tread water more vigorously to keep us both afloat.

"I want you to spend the night," she says. 

"I think it would be rude not to," I reply with a grin. She rolls her eyes and pushes away from me. 

She floats in the water a few feet from me for a moment and then says, "We should go inside." 

She rolls onto her stomach and dives beneath the water, heading for the shallow end. I slowly paddle behind her, collecting her discarded tank top along the way, and watch enthusiastically as she climbs the steps out of the pool. Her narrow round bottom jiggles enticingly beneath her wet bikini as she walks back to her deck chair and picks up a towel.

Fortunately my hard-on subsides somewhat while I swim across the long pool. I am hoping it does not make itself too obvious beneath the leg of my shorts as I climb out. I don't want to scare her off. Luckily she does not turn around.

Jessica finishes drying her legs, then secures the big towel around her naked chest and discretely peels off her bikini bottoms off from beneath it. She tosses another towel to me with a grin, and says: "Leave your shorts out here. They'll dry in no time." 

She takes the wet tank top from my hand and spreads it out on the cushion of the nearest chair next to her bikini. I towel myself dry while she empties the pitcher of margaritas into our two glasses.

"Bring your drink, okay?" she says before and walking off toward the house.

Once she is out of sight, I hook my thumbs under my waistband and drag my soaked shorts down to my feet. I sigh with relief as my cock is finally released from its uncomfortable confinement. I wrap the towel securely around my waist, grab my drink and then head inside.

"I'm upstairs," I hear her say distantly as I cross the living room toward the middle of the house. I climb the carpeted staircase and wander down a hall, following the roaring sound of a hairdryer. 

The door to Jessica's room is wide open. I take a seat in a little upholstered swivel-chair in front of what looks like an antique children's desk and sip my drink. There is nowhere else to sit other than her bed. As the seconds pass, I feel a little uncomfortable waiting for her in nothing but a towel. Before I can leave to fetch my boxers from the other room, the hairdryer stops and Jessica opens her bathroom door. 

She is still wearing her towel too. She walks straight across the room and stops at my feet. She sets her drink down on the little desk next to mine, and then unbinds the towel from around her chest. It falls to the floor, leaving her suddenly naked. Before I can react, she climbs into my lap and straddles my waist. She presses her mouth onto mine in a wet kiss.

My hands run rampant over her body, grabbing and squeezing her everywhere as we kiss. I feel my cock swelling furiously beneath my towel. Her hands claw at my shoulders, arms and chest. Her mouth waters profusely into mine as our tongues re-join their tangled game.

I slip one hand down between her naked thighs and trace my fingers across her waxed pussy. It is silky and warm. When I fondle her clit, she tenses and lets out a little whimper. I wrap my other arm around her waist and pull her close while I slip my middle finger up into her. She feels tight and very wet inside. I press my palm against her clit, holding my finger deep within her, and grind my hand in circles -- matching the rhythm of our kissing. This appears to drive her crazy in no time at all.

She breaks her mouth away from mine, her breath already panting, and then reaches down to push my hand away from her crotch. "Wait," she says. "I want to get you naked."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah..." She digs two fingers under the waist of my towel and adds with a giant smile: "I want you to show me something."

"What do you want me to show you?" I grin.

She pauses for a long moment and withdraws her hand slightly. Her face gets serious, and she says: "Well, what I really want you to show me is... is how to give a really deep blowjob."

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. White stars swirl across my field of vision.

"I want," she continues, bringing her mouth to my ear and dropping her voice to a whisper. "I want you to teach me how to deep-throat... for real this time."

I feel a tingle within my balls. My entire groin pulses beneath the towel.

"Um... Okay," I say. 

"I'm serious," she continues, leaning back and locking me in her gaze. "And I don't want you to lie, okay? 'Cause I don't know how. You have to teach me ...I want to know how to do a perfect blowjob."

Words fail me. I scan the beautiful young woman perched on my lap, unable to believe my luck.

She scoots backwards, slides off my thighs and down to the carpet. Still staring into my eyes, she asks: "Deal?"

"I'll, um, teach you whatever you want," I reply, "but first you should probably take a look at what's under this towel."

"I know. I can't wait!"

"Because you might decide to reconsider the whole deep-throat idea."

"Why?"

"Well... it just so happens that I have a... an unusually large cock."

Her eyes drop to my towel. "Really?! Now I can't wait."

"I mean really unusual."

Her smile widens and she looks up at me. "Show me. Show me!"

I rise out of the little chair and stand in front of her. I grab the waist of my towel and slide one hand beneath it to bring my hard cock around to an upright position. I leave my hand there beneath the towel, holding the head of my cock against my abdomen.

"Before you unwrap this," I tell her, "there are a couple of things you need to learn."

"Okay," she says. She sits her bottom down on her heels and rests her hands onto the tops of her thighs. She tilts her head back, looking up attentively.

"The first thing is that eighty percent of what makes a blowjob great is psychological."

"Come on."

"It is. It's all about sending the guy the right messages while you're doing it, and that starts with posture."

"My posture?"

"Yes. You always want to be giving head from below the guy. Since I'm standing, you want to be kneeling with your butt on the floor. You eyes should be no higher than my cock."

"Okay," she says, moving her heels apart so that her butt drops down to the carpet.

"If I was lying on a bed, you'd do the same thing: make sure your mouth is approaching from below, so that my cock is angled downward the whole time."

"Why?"

"Lots of reasons: it feels better, it lets me watch your pretty face and it makes it easier for you to open your throat. Also, there is a psychological element."

"Which part is psychological?"

"You want to do everything you can to convey a certain kind of submissive enthusiasm. That's the key to a great blowjob."

"Submissive?"

"Yes. Submissive enthusiasm. Everything you do should reinforce that. Guys are very visual, so use your body to send that message in every way you can. Anything you do should reinforce that you are submissive and eager to do whatever makes him feel good."

"Should I, like, tell him that?"

"Well, you don't want to sound fake, or too aggressive. You should mostly concentrate on showing it rather than saying it."

"Like how?"

"For starters, use your eyes. Either look at me or at my cock. Nowhere else. Show how focused you are on making it feel good. And let me lead, okay? A great blowjob is not only something you do to me... it is more something I do to you. Your job is to invite it to happen and enjoy it. Also...you need to show me that you'd let me take you wherever I want. So, if you were wearing panties, you'd need to roll them down to your knees."

"Why?"

"Think about it. It sends me the message that, if I wanted to, at any time I could stop and fuck you instead."

"Oh my God. Wow."

"That's what I mean by submissive enthusiasm. You get it?"

She nods slightly, clearly still shocked by that assertion.

"So...Are you ready?"

There is a pause as she glances from my face to the towel and back up again. "I think so." 

"Then show me. Show me how much your mouth wants it."

Jessica lowers her stare to my towel again and slowly opens her mouth. She licks her lips once and then looks up at me. "Like that?"

"Yes. Open wide and cover your bottom teeth with your tongue. Invite me in."

She tilts her head back with her lips apart. I can see her pink tongue covering her lower teeth. She waits like this, staring up at me with her sweet blue eyes. I feel the head of my cock throb beneath my hand.

"Now un-wrap my towel," I say, "... slowly." 

Keeping her mouth open, she reaches up with both hands and works the towel loose. It drops to the floor and -- even though the upper half of my cock is still hidden by my hand -- Jessica gasps at the sight of me. Her plump, blush-colored lips contract into a round "O" of surprise.

"Oh... my... God," she whispers, alternately eyeing the volume of my ball-sack and the girth of my shaft. Her mouth slowly reopens, looking tiny now as it waits six inches from my scrotum. Then her eyes lift their focus to the back of my hand. 

I release my cock. It swings down heavily and bounces against her forehead.

"Oh!" she gasps, taken aback by my length. The shaft of my cock bobs in the air above her like a nine-inch long corn cob. 

"Shhh," I whisper, "Just open your mouth."

The engorged mushroom-cap of my circumcised head hovers in front of her wide-set eyes, so thick that she cannot see around it. She strains to focus on this shocking object so close above her. 

"Open your mouth, Jessica," I urge her.

Gradually, almost reluctantly, her mouth opens. Her tongue re-appears, still glossy with spit, but her jaw is trembling now. I reach down and place one hand behind her head.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 02



"Start at the base of my cock," I tell her, "near my balls, and give it a long lick all the way to the top."

She glances up. My cock obscures nearly half her face from view, but she states the obvious: "You are huge."

I pull her head toward me, angling it so that her mouth lands at the base of my shaft. I feel the warm and moist touch of her tongue and lips against my skin. She flicks her tongue tentatively against me within the circle of her mouth.

"Lick all the way to the top," I repeat.

She slowly draws back, sliding her wet tongue along the underside of my cock. When she reaches the head she stops and places a lingering kiss there.

"Now do it again from the other side," I tell her.

She turns her head the other way and ducks forward to repeat her long lick. When she finishes, I gather her long hair into a pony tail behind her head with both my hands.

"Open," I tell her.

She looks up at me again and tilts her head back, opening wide enough to show me the back of her throat. I aim my cock at her mouth and gently pull her toward it.

My fat, swollen head squeezes past her lips, stretching her jaw to its limit. She lets out a muffled sound as if someone had just stuffed an entire cupcake into her mouth.

"Now suck," I instruct her from above. "And use your tongue as much as you can."

Her cheeks dent inward and I feel her little tongue swish delightfully from side to side under the head of my cock. A tingle rises within my balls. I withdraw slightly until the top ridge of my mushroom-head slips out from her upper lip. Then I gently thrust forward, easing the head and first inch of my shaft back into her mouth. I feel it bounce against her palette and she emits a muffled grunt. She is very snug.

"Show me how much you love it," I say. "Show me that your mouth is for me."

I pull back and then push into her again. Her mouth makes a wet squishy sound as my cock pokes the top of her throat. I repeat the motion again... and then again... and again. Jessica's eyes start to moisten; their corners filling reflexively with tears. Looking down at her pretty face, I recognize how unfairly matched she is against my wide cock. Only the first couple inches of my length have made it past her lips. The vast majority remains in front of her. She looks as though she were trying to swallow a baseball bat.

I hold her head firmly and continue my slow thrusting. She starts whimpering, struggling to breathe through her petite nose while my cock blocks her mouth. 

On the next stroke I pull her head harder onto my cock. She coughs, launching spit out from her stretched lips. I hold her there with my cock lodged against the soft pocket at the back of her mouth, until a tear slides down her upturned cheek. I pull back enough so she can inhale once, then immediately press my cock back into her.

"Nnnngk!" she complains involuntarily as I bounce against the back of her throat. I repeat the motion; out and then back in. 

"Nnnngk!" she repeats.

I do that three more times in rapid succession. A long thread of drool descends from her lower lip and I feel her mouth flooding with new saliva. I stop, move one hand to the base of my cock and withdraw it completely from her mouth.

"Look at my cock," I tell her. 

She opens her teary eyes, breathing fast through her suddenly vacant mouth. I turn sideways so she can see the full length of my shaft in profile.

"Look at it," I repeat. "You see how it's only wet around the top? That's because none of the rest of it is in your mouth yet."

"I know." 

"I thought you wanted to give me a perfect blowjob?"

"I do! It's just too big. I... I didn't think it would be this hard," she whines.

"You're scared. That's why your throat muscles are so tight. I know you're normally a very confident girl, but in this situation you need to surrender to it, okay? Then it will be easier."

"I can't. I think you're too big."

"Yes you can. Remember after your exam you told me be how you just gave up control and let me do those things to you?"

"Yeah."

"That's what you need to do right now."

"But I'm too small!"

"Yes. And I like that. It makes me want to get into your throat even more."

Her eyes are transfixed on the profile of my wobbling shaft, unaware that it is not even fully engorged yet. 

"You want me back in your mouth, don't you?" I taunt her.

"Yeah," she whispers.

I let go of my cock and turn my hips. My cock swings toward her, bumping against her lips. She leans back and stares at it. Carefully, she reaches up and takes hold of the base with one hand. Her fingers are barely able to encircle its girth. She slowly slides her hand up and down its length.

"There's no way I can do this," she whispers. 

"Yes there is," I tell her. "Now use that little hand of yours to tickle my balls, okay?"

She glances up at me and she moves her hand to my dangling sack. Tentatively she begins to fondle the large testicles floating inside.

"That's nice." I encourage her. "Now open wide and pull me back into your mouth while you do that. And let all that saliva pool in your mouth. That turns me on."

"Okay."

She cups her hand around my balls and pulls them softly toward her, catching the tip of my cock between her lips as she does. I relax for a moment and let her nurse on my head at her own pace while her fingers lightly tickle my balls. The combination feels wonderful and after a few minutes my cock begins to throb again, gradually hardening those last few elusive degrees. She notices the increased swelling within her mouth and lifts her eyes to mine with a mumbled giggle. She pulls her drooling lips off my cock and asks: "You like that?"

"Yes, I do" I grin down at her. "But it's time to open your little throat now."

"Yeah... I know."

"Are you going to try harder this time?"

"Yes."

"How are you going to try harder?"

She gazes at the head of my cock and traces her fingers along the length of my shaft, pausing to give it a squeeze. "I'm going to relax my throat?" 

"Yes. It needs to stretch out a little for me, doesn't it?"

"It needs to stretch a lot."

"That's right. Take me back into your mouth now... and start working on that."

She drops her jaw and wraps her pretty lips around my head. I feel her tongue working with renewed energy, swirling on the sensitive spot beneath the tip of my cock. She keeps one hand wrapped around the base of my shaft and brings her other hand up to tickle my balls. When she starts to bob her head forward, banging my cock against the narrow opening of her throat, I almost lose my balance. The combination of sensations is marvelous. My balls buzz with pleasure. I sense the first drops of my pre-cum working their way up from within.

I slide my hands to the back of her head again and start thrusting my hips toward her mouth. I recline her face slightly so that, at the bottom of each stroke, my cock pressures the soft tissue at the very back of her mouth. I know that soft spot is the gateway to her throat. I press myself a little harder into it each time. Over and over I hit that spot. 

Still my cock is only about three inches into her mouth, but it feels wonderful. She murmurs something unintelligible and a wet clicking sound starts within her mouth on every stroke. She is struggling. Her breathing is uneven. She forgets about her hands and they slip down, absentmindedly clutching my thighs. I pick up my tempo, bouncing the end of my cock against her throat more and more firmly. Her saliva becomes so frothed that bubbles start to appear at the corners of her mouth. They multiply with each downward beat of my shaft, spilling outward from her lips. I reach one hand down to grab her right breast, tugging and squeezing it as I pump her mouth. Strings of drool swing from her chin. The repetitive stroking of her squashed tongue triggers a wave of pleasure that surges the length of my cock. A few thrusts later I feel a squirt of pre-cum launch from me. 

Immediately she coughs hard, twisting her head to one side to free her mouth of my cock.

"Oh my God," she says between gasps of air, "Did you just cum in my mouth?"

"A little bit," I answer, staring down at her from above.

"It went right down my throat!"

"Good. You ready for more?"

She wipes her glistening lips and stares at my cock. "How far was it in that time?"

"No more than your first try, but your throat is softening... you just need to let it open."

She stares at my dripping cock, and then tentatively encircles its girth with one hand: "Jesus. You're so swollen... no wonder it feels like my jaw is breaking. I think... I think this isn't going to happen unless you just do it."

"Do what?"

"I can't make myself open up like that on purpose. I was trying. I think you just need to push it through. After that, I think I'll be able to do it myself."

"You sure?"

"I think so. I wanna try."

She returns her lips briefly to the tip of my slippery cock. When I place my hands behind her head, she hesitates and tries to add: "Be gent-," but I cut her off, clogging her mouth hard and fast.

"Nnnngk... Nnnngk... Nnnngk!" she protests as I repeatedly thrust into her. I lower my hands further down to her neck, angling her face toward the ceiling, and step closer, standing astride her folded legs so that my cock points straight down at her throat. I start thrusting my hips above her face, driving my cock into her mouth like a plunger. Her hands grip my inner thighs, trying in vain to limit my penetrations.

Gradually, her throat begins to submit. I feel my head stretching a ring of muscles at the back of her mouth a little wider each time. Jessica is arched beneath me now, her body totally focused on absorbing my cock. I cradle her head in my hands and saw up and down within her mouth. Eventually, after dozens of hard strokes, I completely withdraw my cock and look down at her. Her jaw hangs slack -- mouth wide open and full of spit. Her tongue is out, blanketing her bottom teeth and dripping, waiting for me to return. Her eyes are closed. She is ready.

I slide the head of my cock back into her mouth and push it toward her throat once more. But this time, I don't relent. I press the weight of my pelvis down toward her face. 

It feels like my cock it being squeezed through a wedding ring. The circle of muscles protecting her throat widens exquisitely slowly, exciting every nerve within my cock-head. I keep applying downward pressure, and watch as my shaft creeps past her quivering lips.

Jessica makes a final, panicky sound as the widest circumference of my head starts to pass through that little muscular ring. Suddenly my head pops through and surges down into her throat.

"Fuck!" I cry out loud. It feels so good my eyes roll back in my head. My toes curl into the carpet and I can't help but toss my neck back and let out a guttural groan.

My shaft spears smoothly past her lips. Her throat muscles start to gag immediately around my dick, milking it like some kind of crazy pleasure-machine. The deeper my head goes the greater friction I enjoy. I lose all presence of mind and just hold myself there, deep in her throat, rocking my groin into her face at the tempo of her reflexive gagging. Waves of pleasure ascend the length of my shaft and pulse within my balls. The compressed head of my cock beats inside her like a new heart. 

Time passes, unnoticed.

When I eventually come to my senses, I look down. Jessica's pretty little face is stretched wide and tight around my cock like a pin-cushion impaled on a railroad spike. Her eyes are tight shut and her hands are flapping against my legs desperately signaling for air. I release her neck and watch her yank backwards off my fat cock with a loud, suction-breaking, "gul-OCK!"

She rolls to one side and coughs violently. A huge glob of white phlegm spatters onto the floor. She takes a couple deep breaths, and mumbles something about the taste of her margarita.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," she answers hoarsely. Then she straightens back up and looks up at me with a concerned expression: "Did you forget about me?"

"I guess I did It felt so good... I lost track."

She lifts a hand to my balls and strokes them with her fingernails. "Well, just remember I need to breathe every once in a while, ok?" Then she grins, finishing with: "I'm glad you like it."

"You want to take a break?"

"No. I want to do it again. Don't you want to cum?"

"Oh, God yes!"

"Good." 

She brushes away a strand of her hair from her sticky cheeks, and then nuzzles up to the underside of my cock. She gives it a couple of long licks and then leans back beneath me, resting one hand on the floor behind her. 

She reaches her other hand down between her legs and begins to rub her clit while she stares at my thick cock. 

"Just remember to let me breathe, okay?" she asks.

I take a half step forward and bump her chin with my cock. She giggles and then opens her mouth to catch the wobbling tip. I bring my other foot forward and return both hands to the back of her head. Her tongue begins its dance as my cock fills her mouth to the brim. It feels like pre-cum is dribbling steadily from me now. The inside of her mouth is unbelievably slippery and hot.

She starts to whine almost as soon as I thrust gently into her. I can see her hand working busily in her crotch, and the moaning vibrations of her vocal chords become a new source of stimulation for me.

I feel my excitement building. I can't wait to get back into her throat. I pull her toward me and lodge my head back into that awesome ring of muscles atop her throat. With less effort than the first time, they open and stretch. The mushroom head of my cock pops suddenly inward and I am into her throat again, purposefully driving half my length down into her. The gagging starts immediately. I ease back a little and then drive home another three inches of my cock, leaving only about two more outside her lips. I feel a rush of warm fluid soak my cock and fill her mouth.

I withdraw my cock far enough for the head to pop back into her mouth with a wet "Nnglick." Frothy juice pours from her lips and falls to her tits and crotch. She inhales a raspy breath around the girth of my head. I wait a moment until her tongue starts to flutter beneath me again, then I push forward hard, holding her head still as I squeeze the fatness of my cock into her narrow throat once more. A wet squishing sound is the only thing I hear. My shaft disappears between her lips in a long, slow slide. It stops with about an inch remaining to go, so I pull her even harder up under me and cram that last inch into her until my balls touch her neck. Then I rock back and forth within her as she gags. The undulating rhythm of contractions within her throat sends electric jolts of joy through my whole nervous system. 

I pull all the way out and let her breathe. Then I reinsert my cock with a vengeance. I make several long strokes within her, each time withdrawing my head to the very top of her throat before plunging it down again. After three strokes I pull all the way out of her mouth, dragging stands of saliva out from within her.

"Are your breathing enough?" I ask.

"M-hm," she nods. 

"Can you take more than three?" 

Drool spills from her mouth as she says, "I think so." 

"Let's try four."

She nods quickly again and takes a deep breath as I push my cock through her parted lips. I cannot believe how much drool is pouring out of her mouth. Each time I fill her with my cock, another wave of wetness seems to saturate her palette.

I press myself into her tight throat, working my cock down to its full depth. Then I withdraw smoothly until only my head remains within the ring of muscles atop her throat. They cinch like a tight collar around the neck of my cock. Then I push back down again -- achieving full insertion of my thick shaft. Then out. Then in. I count four repetitions and then withdraw completely so she can breathe.

I let her heave-in one gasp of air before I penetrate her again. I relish another four long strokes, pausing at the deepest point to savor the milking pulsations of her gagging throat.

After the fourth stroke I let her breathe a bit more, and ask: "Five?"

Her pupils are totally dilated. Her eyes are awash with tears. But her hand still flutters down by her pussy. Wordlessly, she nods.

I squeeze my cock all the way back into her and deliver five exquisitely slow strokes.

Then I wait a heartbeat with my head occupying her mouth, allowing her one quick breath before punishing her slippery throat with five more deep strokes, pausing at the deepest point of each to savor the sensation.

My grip on her head tightens reflexively as the pleasure builds within me. I pause, up in her mouth again, as she gasps for air. Then I give her five more deep strokes. After another breath, five more. Then another breath and another five. Breath. Five more. Breath. Five more. And so on, until she starts to lose color in her cheeks.

I pause and let her catch up. When the pink returns to her face, I recommence my intrusions. I accelerate my tempo, trading duration for an increase in speed and number. At first I only add one more stroke to each set, incrementing my count to six....but soon, to be honest, I stop counting altogether. I pump my cock down her throat over and over and over in long bursts, living out a dark urge I have within me. The desperate way she sucks for air whenever I give her a chance tells me I am often holding her down upon my thrusting cock, gagging her deeply, for way too long.

And yet somehow, despite the assault I am committing upon her throat, she seems to be approaching a climax. I notice the furrows in her brow deepen, and high-pitched little moans find their way out between the attacks of my cock. Both her hands now work at her crotch, no doubt using the waterfall of drool that continues to land there as a supplement to her own lubrication.

My own orgasm feels like it has been building within me for a week -- ever since Jessica first stepped out from behind the privacy-curtain in my exam room. Now that I am here, in her house, with my penis lodged all the way down her throat and the taste of my pre-cum already upon her young palette, I finally begin to crest the wave that has been approaching for so long. I revel in the thought of injecting an entire week's worth of my semen into her.

As I deliver another series of frenzied thrusts within her little throat, I feel it start within my balls. They tighten and rise, colliding now with her chin instead of her neck each time I bottom-out against her face. From somewhere deep inside, my body finds more blood-pressure with which to engorge my cock and it gains a final, ridiculous degree of firmness.

After another set of delirium-inducing strokes, I pull out and see my cock stand almost upright, bouncing to the beat of my heart above her streaming face.

"I'm going to cum in your throat," I whisper down to her.

"Fuck yes," she moans, blurring her hand against her clit and nodding her head. She adds the word "Please...," which unintentionally inflates a large bubble of spit between her lips. Her eyes remain closed. Her wet mouth is open, searching blindly for my cock. 

I use one hand to stroke myself above her. A thick, pearly drop of pre-cum falls from my cock, popping her bubble of spit and landing on her tongue just before I plug her mouth with my fat head. I feel more pre-um leak from me as she begins to suck.

"Mmm... nnn... NNN!" she moans, visibly approaching climax. She starts to bounce a little, and brings one hand up to give her left nipple a hard squeeze. I reach down to her other tit and caress its incredible contour in synch with her rapid moans.

I hold back my own orgasm, only intermittently allowing myself to dip into her throat, waiting instead for her to reach her peak. She works on the head of my cock like a washing-machine; swirling, sucking, bobbing and vibrating as I loiter in her mouth. She moans and pants against me, her little kneeling body arching and twitching with excitement. As her noise-level rises, I feel her push against my length, asking for her throat to be penetrated once more. Naturally I oblige, and use her gagging throat to bring myself to the very brink of release.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 02



When she finally peaks I ease back from her throat and into her mouth, allowing her muffled screams to vibrate around the head of my cock. The sound of her climax and soft feel of her breast in my hand tip the dominos within me and I cascade irreversibly forward to an epic explosion.

I pull her head to me and thrust, plunging my full length back into her throat. I use both hands to grip her head and yank her face back and forth on my cock as her whole body quakes with orgasm. Over and over I piston her vibrating throat as rapidly as I can, each time slapping my balls against her chin and then pulling all the way out to her lips before plunging fully back in again. With each brutal penetration her mouth makes a wet "squiksh" sound. With each extraction her throat's tight suction makes a loud: "thik-OCK!"

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!" 

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!" 

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!"

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!" 

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!"

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!" 

Semen rockets up from my balls. Involuntarily I shut my eyes and throw back my head. The focus of my entire existence narrows to a set of pumping contractions within my loins. Cum leaps from me like a fountain.

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!" 

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!" 

"Squiksh, thik-OCK!"

"Squiksh."

I stay buried in her, feeling squirt after squirt of my semen gush into her throat. 

"thik-OCK!"

I deposit a milky flood into her mouth. Then, with a very wet-sounding "squiksh," I pack my shaft back into her throat, causing white foamy cum to overflow from her lips.

Another two pulses of my semen pump into her throat.

I pull back more gently this time, resulting in a softer, "n-glick" sound as she burps cum up into her mouth. Semen continues to pour from me, into her mouth now, but less forcefully. I linger there making little thrusts, draining my balls onto the back of her tongue while her congested little nose draws desperately for air. Her humming moans slowly taper off as her climax subsides. Eventually I raise one hand to the shaft of my cock and remove myself completely from her. I stroke myself above her upturned face, watching my dwindling pulses of cum drip into her flooded mouth.

When she opens her eyes I see they are bloodshot and wet. She waits, gazing at the head of my cock as I massage out a final slippery thread that hangs down passed her lips. 

At last, when my load is completely exhausted, she shuts her full mouth. Her gaze lifts to answer my own with an expression of exhaustion, relief and pride. 

Then she swallows. Twice.

A whispered "Wow," escapes me.

A long moment passes before either of us move. Slowly, I release my grip on her hair and straighten up from my bent stance. I take a tentative step backwards, unsure if my legs will support me. 

She places a hand on the carpet behind her and collapses sideways to the floor, twisting her folded legs out from beneath her as she goes. 

I flop rearward into the little padded chair with an exhausted sigh.

For I while I just stare down and survey her naked body. She rolls slowly onto her back. There is a wide, glistening river of slime connecting her chin to her crotch. Her bare pussy is pink and swollen. Her nipples are plump and upright. Her jaw quivers with fatigue.

"That was incredible," I offer.

"I can't believe it," she mumbles, staring at the ceiling.

I lean my head back against the chair and shut my eyes. 

* * * * *

End of Part Two



A Doctor's Dream Ch. 03



The sound of running water prompts me to open my eyes. Jessica is in the shower.

I sit up and glance down at my naked body. I don't know how long I dozed off for; but my cock is still wet. It hangs half-engorged over the front edge of Jessica's bedroom chair. The carpet between my feet is slick with spit. I stand slowly, feeling somewhat drunk from the margaritas and my recent climax in Jessica's mouth.

I walk across the room and knock on the frame of the open bathroom door.

"Mind if I rinse off too?" I ask, loudly enough to be heard above the hiss of running water.

"Sure," Jessica answers. "Climb in."

I peel back the curtain and step into the warm fog of Jessica's shower. We immediately embark on a new round of passionate kissing.

Fifteen minutes later, having thoroughly soaped, scrubbed, lathered and caressed each other beneath the hot rain, we step from the clawfoot tub and begin toweling off.

Before getting even halfway dry, however, the towels fall away and we find ourselves horizontal across the width of Jessica's queen-size bed, giggling like kids. Clean and warm, we press our naked bodies together. Our mouths and tongues dance, desperately conveying our mutual excitement. My hands wander Jessica's nubile body, squeezing her curves and teasing her little crevices. Jessica clutches my head with one hand, pinning her mouth tightly against mine while her other hand wanders from my chest to my stomach and then down to my crotch.

I drag her up onto the pillows atop the bed and lay upon her like a blanket. After a minute more of groping and kissing, I start working my way down her body: sucking on her slender neck, then her mountainous breasts and their swollen nipples, then down further across her taut tummy until my hungry mouth at last feasts upon her daintily waxed mons pubis. Jessica's fingers tangle themselves into my hair as I start to caress her pink clitoris and labia with my tongue and lips. I suction the hairless folds of her sex into my mouth, rolling and squeezing them between my lips. My tongue dives deep into her little trench, then flicks this way and that across her rapidly engorging clit. I settle myself down between her open thighs, lying prone so that my hands are free to roam her body. As I bury my face into her crotch, I palm her soft breasts. They are almost too large, overflowing beyond the breadth my hands. Looking up from between her thighs, I marvel at the depth of cleavage I can create by squashing them together.

Jessica begins to moan loudly, unembarrassed within the comfort and privacy of her parents' empty home. As her ascent toward orgasm gains speed, her slender thighs alternately squeeze my head, blocking out all sound, or fling themselves wide apart to thrust her slippery groin against my face. I nod my chin rhythmically, dragging my tongue across her clit and labia in an endless loop that accelerates the tempo of her panting moans.

Eventually I withdraw one hand from her chest and press its longest finger into her young pussy. Jessica squeals like a groupie. The interior of her narrow cunt is slick and warm. Its fleshy walls drag against the strokes of my penetrating finger with delightful tension. As I continue to slurp and lick at her clit I work a second finger up into her, turning and curling them both in search of that little interior button that hides beneath her pubic bone.

Jessica's thigh muscles begin to twitch. Her fingernails dig into my scalp. The lavish attention being paid to her clit is having its desired effect. My buried fingers find and then rub the little lump of her g-spot as my mouth continues its relentless ministrations upon her clit. After only a few more seconds of this, the narrow orifice of her cunt pulses with contractions and Jessica erupts in a short, sharp orgasm that warms her skin to a peachy glow.

She pushes me away for a moment as the sensations get overly intense, but soon pulls my face back down onto her sopping crotch. I repeat every rhythmic input over again and add one more: Instead of just kneading the girth of her right breast with my free hand, I pinch its raised ruby-red nipple and lift straight up -- letting the weight of her massive tit distend her areola. Then with a gentle side-to-side shake, I wobble the suspended cone of her boob by its outstretched nipple.

"Ohh... God!" Jessica whispers in reaction to this new treatment. She raises her hand to her other breast and mimics the technique. I continue my busy oral rhythm down at her clit, but occasionally glance upward to watch the twin teepees of her boobs oscillating as they dangle from her now thumb-sized nipples.

Over the course of the next two minutes Jessica's skin coats itself in a sweaty sheen. Her vocalizations ascend in both octave and frequency. When she suddenly erupts, it is in a longer and more convulsive orgasm that drenches the bed sheet below my chin. Her pussy quakes around my two embedded fingers as she cries out repeatedly. I pump my fingers within her until she pushes me away again, clearly over-stimulated.

I raise myself up onto one knee and wipe some of the wetness from my face. Jessica's voice trails off to a soft whimper. She rolls onto her right side and curls into a fetal position, hiding her freshly-tortured nipples beneath her hands. She lies there with her eyes closed. I notice her little round buttocks are now shiny wet. Clear liquid trickles out from her pussy and slides down across the lower curve of her bottom.

Resisting the urge to plunge my cock directly into her, I lift my gaze to the bedside table. I recognize a black vinyl sack adorned with a familiar pink logo -- it's from Carol's shop. I crawl across the bed to retrieve it. Peering inside I see enough sex-toys to keep us busy for days. Jessica opens her drowsy eyes and watches me withdraw the vibrating egg, the anal beads, the bottle of lube and a medium-sized dildo.

I crawl back to my position near her butt and arrange the toys beside her. The little egg-shaped vibrator is the type that activates with a quick shake, after which it runs for a minute at a time. Its hollow plastic shell contains a heavy vibrating ball that rolls around, knocking and clacking against the outer surface. If you keep moving it regularly, the vibration never stops. I wake it up with a flick of my wrist and then drag its buzzing shape along the smooth skin of Jessica's folded legs. She remains curled on her side but smiles as I tickle the backs of her knees and thighs with the wandering egg. With my free hand I push her legs higher up toward her chest until the glossy pink mound of her pussy protrudes blatantly from between her inner thighs. Then I slowly begin to circle her ass with the vibrating egg.

"I don't know if I'm ready for more yet," Jessica whispers dreamily as the egg wanders closer to her sex.

"Just relax," I say. "I'll do it softly."

With that I gently trace the buzzing egg between her ass cheeks until it hums between them, snug against her tiny anus. Her eyes widen dramatically.

"Mm, mm, oh...!" Jessica stammers as I hold the egg against her.

I slide the egg further down, dragging it over her perineum and outer labia and then up to the little pink nub of her clit.

"God that feels good. Oh... God!" she whines.

I slide a hand between her shins and swing her topmost leg up and over my head in an arc, rolling her onto her back until she is again splay-legged in front of me. Still working the buzzing egg against her pussy I drop my face back into her lap and resume my ministrations.

Jessica begins to hum and pant as I suck on her swollen clit and slide the vibrating egg up and down the pink valley between her outer labia. I can taste the tangy juices of her cunt all over my tongue. I wander the little egg down toward her perineum and hold it there, just beneath the entrance of her vaginal canal. Then, ever so slowly, I start to press it inwards. The pink petals of her inner labia are wet and weeping. Their slippery, butter-like juice soon envelopes the egg, making it more difficult to control. Despite this copious lubricant, she is so tight that it actually requires a bit of pressure from my thumb to insert the egg up to its widest point.

Jessica gasps as the vibrating toy stretches her little opening. I chase the egg with my thumb, burying the whole thing inside of her. Its vibrations now buzz steadily within her while I work on her clit and outer labia with my mouth. Her moans become almost worried-sounding as I grind my face in circles on her clit while the little buzzing egg works its magic on her interior.

We pass another minute like this before the egg quits humming. Carefully, I insert my index finger into her, hook it around the little egg and draw it out. It emerges slowly at first, and then pops from her pussy with a moist gasp trailing a line of her clear juice. I ignite its vibration once more and prepare to re-insert it, but Jessica softly whispers, "No... Please just fuck me."

I lift my head from between her skinny thighs and look at her face. Her eyes are barely half open and her long hair is tangled messily around her head. Her breath is ragged, panting in and out through pouted lips. She is cradling her sprawled-out tits, scissoring their cherry-sized nipples between her fingers.

I wipe the dew from my face and ask, "What?"

"Fuck me," she whispers again. "Please... please, just fuck me." A ruddy flush blooms across her neck and cheekbones.

Wordlessly I rise up onto my knees and shuffle forward between her splayed legs until my cock overshadows her pubic mound. I stare down at her miniature waist and girlish hips while stroking the length of my cock above her. Seeing myself superimposed on her tiny pelvis like this makes me wonder for a moment whether this is such a good idea after all. My shaft obscures everything up to her navel from view. But then Jessica surprises me by drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping an arm tightly around them, rolling her pelvis up toward me. She crosses her ankles to one side and lets her little feet flutter in the air between us. She stares up at me expectantly.

I run a finger down the back of one of her tautly-drawn thighs and study the glistening, hairless mound of her pale cunt. I can feel the thudding pulse of new blood rushing into my cock, filling its chambers. I position a hand on her shiny butt and use my thumb to pry its round swell away from her waiting pussy. This opens a tiny gap between the bright pink petals of her inner labia. I bump my cockhead against this moist orifice, marveling again at the size difference between us. My organ looks much bigger than it should, almost impossibly wide in front of such a tender entrance. I smear the tip of my cock up and down in the buttery wetness of her little outer folds.

Jessica reaches down to her opposite butt cheek and tugs it aside, inviting me into her pouting cunt. Instead of diving in, I reach over her with my free hand and grab her crossed ankles. I lean forward and press her skinny legs all the way down until her shins land on the pillow beside her face. Her ass and tailbone lift involuntarily high up off the mattress and the air is forced from her lungs in a worried "huuh" as her toes disappear into the gap between mattress and headboard. Now I can feel the warm mouth of her pussy pressing hard up against the root of my penis. The stretched vee of her inverted ass embraces my dangling ball sack.

Her eyes widen at the defenselessness of her new jackknifed posture. I bring one foot up to support some of my weight and then start smearing the underside of my cock all over her waiting pussy. The honey-like viscosity of her juice clings to my cock, creating drippy threads between us every time I pull away. She whines, begging impatiently to be penetrated, and wiggles her inverted ass up against my balls. I drag the length of my shaft back and forth across her slippery exterior and then rhythmically beat my cockhead down upon her clit. This produces a soft but satisfying sound: smack, smack, smack.

"Nn-Hmm... please!" Jessica whines with a shallow breath. Her nubile young body squirms under the leveraged weight that pins her feet way back over her head. The wriggling of her ass merely taunts me. I keep swinging my heavy head down onto her wet opening.

Smack, smack, smack...

Finally I raise my hips and aim the length of my cock straight down at the entrance of her waiting pussy. Jessica's eyes widen as I snug the tip firmly between her pouting labia. I then return one hand to her ass cheek, prying its elastic flesh apart. In this way I am able to hold Jessica's folded body motionless beneath me with one firm grip on her ankles and another on her tautly stretched ass. She stares at the nine inches of thick cock standing vertically upon her little pussy. A worried crease darkens her brow and her mouth widens to an expectant gape.

I begin to ease down into her. She emits a long, anxious wail as her entire pussy rolls inward beneath the blunt wedge of my cockhead. The soft petals of her inner labia disappear entirely, submerged under the pressure.

"Oh wow, ow... Aah!" Jessica pants as her snug entrance is stretched by my bulbous girth. I balance a bit more weight on my vertical shaft and watch as it creeps downward. As the enormous mushroom-head of my cock begins to disappear within her, she slaps the mattress and cries out: "Wait!"

I freeze, savoring this moment of extreme mechanical tension as her body slowly stretches to accommodate me. A few heartbeats later, the outermost circle of her wet canal swallows my cock's helmet with a silent pop.

"Oh my God that's so fucking big!" she screams. I feel her little cunt cinch tight around the neck of my cock. My engulfed head throbs within her. My balls tingle.

When I press deeper her eyes wince and water immediately, so I ease back. I pull my cock slowly outward, allowing the glistening lips of her pussy to reemerge. Just when her inner labia reappear, unfolding themselves around my withdrawing cockhead, I push downward again. Her ample lubrication allows me to slide in this time rather than crushing her labia so far inward. She whines loudly as I squeeze just my head back into her, then follow it with another inch of cock.

I shut my eyes with glee. She is incredibly tight. In a flash of impatience, I draw back and then maniacally shove half my length down into her upended body.

"Yow!" Jessica yells, slapping her hands against my torso. "Slower!"

I raise my pelvis, dragging almost all of my cock back out of her whimpering body. Looking down, I watch her innermost pink petals appear again. They cling to my withdrawing shaft like miniature tongues, leaving trails of clear slime in their wake.

Jessica digs her fingernails into my skin in panicky anticipation of my next downward plunge. I ease down very slowly this time, lowering the first four inches of my monster cock into her young pussy.

"Oh my Goh-ahd!" she howls as the air escapes her squashed lungs. I move my right hand from her ass to the pillow beside her head and lift myself onto my toes so I am horizontal above her. My cock stands like a vertical connector between us. I release my grip on her ankles, letting her legs spring back against my left shoulder as I bring myself face-to-face with her nervous, clenched expression. Holding her wide-eyed stare with my own gaze, I thrust sharply back into her.

A high-pitched squeal rewards this new intrusion. I raise my hips once more and then begin a series of short, quick thrusts.

"Aaa, Aaa, Aaa, Aaa...!" she chants in synch with my repeated strokes. I pump half my length into her over and over, bouncing her body against the springy mattress. Her wetness embraces my cock. Gradually I add more and more weight behind each stroke, hoping to penetrate her upturned cunt even further. The bed shakes with each impact. Jessica moans like an animal beneath me, gasping for breath as I pump myself into her. Little tears slide back across her sweating temples.

I find myself grunting as I steadily hammer my cock inch by inch into her, forcing her tender interior to accommodate me. Her squashed left tit bursts free from beneath her legs and starts to swing rhythmically with my thrusts. Her hands clutch at my flanks, guiding my downward strokes. I widen my stance for better balance and then grab her swirling breast with my hand. I gather its spongy mass and shove it in a pile toward her face. Without interrupting the steady beating of my cock into her pussy, I dip my head and capture her swollen nipple between my lips.

"Yeah," she whines. "Do that!"

I tug at her nipple sharply with my mouth as I continue trying to pound my wide cock further into her. Her staccato moans jump an octave higher, punctuated by my bouncing impacts. I suck on her fat tit some more and then grab her areola and stretch it up toward her own mouth. "Oh!" she yelps as I pinch the distended cherry of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Lick it," I whisper, pressing the tip of her nipple against her chin.

Her eyes wince as my downward strokes continue to hammer tiny body, but she consents by darting her pink tongue out and licking the outstretched nipple.

"Good girl," I whisper before releasing her tit and returning my hand to the mattress to support myself. "Keep doing that while I fuck you."

I feel her cunt clench tightly around the trunk of my cock in response to this instruction, denoting an obvious spike in her arousal. She gathers the hill of her one free boob in hand and rolls its big nipple up toward her mouth. Then she starts distractedly licking and sucking her nipple like an animated hentai whore while I pound against the elastic limits of her little pussy her harder and harder, making her exhale with each blow.

Her doubled-over body continues to shake with each impact of my cock. Glancing down between strokes, I see that I have managed to wedge about seven inches of my cock into her. The aroused lips of her pussy have swollen to twice their original size. Her little pink clit has burst from its bald hood and risen up to seek my pubic bone, but there are still two inches between us.

I draw back farther and re-double my efforts.

"MNN, NNN, NNN!" Jessica whines as my fat cock repeatedly punches her depths. She continues trying to suck her own nipple but the assault from my cock is overwhelming her. I press my shoulder down against her legs to lift her tailbone higher off the mattress again, adjusting the angle of my penetrations for maximum depth. Her girlish whining climbs to a higher pitch as the next few strokes successfully hammer-in the eighth inch of my cock.

"Oh gawwd! You're going to break me!" she pleads.

I feel engulfed within her now, enjoying the "fap, fap, fap" of my balls against her ass. I thrust deeper and deeper into her pelvis. Jessica goes briefly silent, her mouth agape and her eyes tightly shut. Warm juice spits from her cunt. Finally, as I am breaking into a full sweat, the final inch of my thick shaft disappears into her with a wet smack.

"Fucking so big!" she screams.

I crush my pubic bone down onto her prominent clit and hold it there, stretching her pussy with the entirety of my organ. She writhes beneath me, braying with pleasure. I can feel the tip of my cock pressing hard against her tailbone. The ecstatic sensation of being fully inserted swells my chest with endorphins. My balls boil. Sweat drips from my face.

I withdraw most of my length and then start rigorously fucking her with full, hard insertions that slap my balls into the valley of her ass. Jessica's arms flap helplessly against my shoulders as the entirely of my cock disappears repeatedly into her tiny body. I bounce my pubic bone against her clit. She bites her lower lip and pants with each blow, emitting a "himm, himm, himm" sound from within her throat. The interior circumference of her pussy is so tight that I almost feel guilty fucking her so hard, but I can't resist the pleasure. I feel the end of my cock ramming the gummy firmness of her tailbone over and over.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 03



I pound and pound into her like this for three or four full minutes, grunting out a string of obscenities as the pleasure drives me mad. Her eyes roll beneath their lids as her pussy is convulsed by my shaft.

Suddenly she sucks-in lungful of air and howls: "Oh GoAAAAD!"

I feel her body quake around the length of my cock and a surge of new wetness erupts within her. She flings her head to one side as her pussy gushes with a huge orgasm.

Her vaginal release is so intense that it sprays out over both of us. Streaks of her lube scatter in every direction. Her dilated pussy thrusts itself up to meet my cock. I pound into her, each penetration splattering more liquid over her writhing body as her orgasm runs its full course.

I continue slapping our wet groins together until her cries subside to a rapid pant. Eventually I withdraw and hover over her, watching her juices drip from my cock. Her pink opening gasps and contracts, suddenly emptied of cock. Before it can fully close I plunge all the way back in, relishing her pussy's slippery grip.

"Uhhh... uhhh.... uuhhh" Jessica moans as I begin to beat steady strokes into her again. I re-focus on prolonging my own pleasure, resting on one knee and working my cock in with slower thrusts. I close my eyes and savor the feeling of her young pussy caressing every movement of my shaft.

After a minute of this I raise my shoulder up off her squashed calves, allowing her legs to finally spring free. They drop into a loose straddle around my hips, making my penetrations less deep. Her massive tits, no longer squashed by her legs, gently swirl and oscillate with the rhythm of my strokes.

Even in this more relaxed position, Jessica is still panting with enthusiasm. The sweaty skin of her torso rises and falls with each deep breath. I continue to push my cock gently into her. She arches her back, wriggling her head and shoulders against the mattress in response to the pleasure emanating from within her melting pussy. Her fingers play upon her swollen nipples.

I notice an intermittent bulge beneath the taut skin of her lower abdomen revealing each thrust of my cockhead. Seeing the bulge located only midway between her navel and clit, I grab her girlish hips with both hands and yank her more firmly onto my shaft.

"Fuck, you are so big!" she groans as the bulge reappears under her navel.

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I smile, then grab her left foot and swing it up and across in front of my face, flipping her over until she lands on her stomach. She lets out a little yelp and adjusts her upper body to this new face-down position. I capture her legs between my own and pull her narrow hips toward me until I am straddling her ass.

"Uhng," Jessica moans against the pillow as my cock burrows into her from behind.

"Arch that little ass, sweetie," I encourage her from above.

The twin globes of her wet butt rise up around my cock as she lifts her tailbone. I hook my thumbs into the soft flesh to either side of her cunt and spread her cheeks wide open. Then I thrust my pelvis down and in, pressing the head of my cock deep into her until my balls are nestled into the gap between her thighs. She coughs and then moans something about God.

I hold myself there, deep inside, and look down between the twin orbs of her arched ass. I can see her pink little perineum stretched taut around the girth of my shaft. Just above it sits the tiny knot of her anus. It stares up at me like a miniscule star.

I encircle her waist with my hands and tilt her pelvis even farther skyward, rotating it until her tailbone rises almost vertically out of her narrow back. Then I pull her hard onto my cock, crushing myself into the valley of her ass.

"Fuck!" Jessica whines, "You're making me cough!"

I hold her like this, fully impaled, for a moment and then slowly ease two or three inches out of her, watching as my shaft emerges gleaming-wet from her little cunt. At this steep angle her perineum is narrowed to a paper-thin band of diaphanous flesh stretched around me. I stop there, leaving her skewered on my first seven inches. Her tiny anus, now aimed at the ceiling, puckers.

"God that's hot," I say. "Keep your ass just like that."

I reach for the squeeze-bottle of lube.

I flick open the bottle and invert it over Jessica's upturned bottom. A thin, clear stream drains out and lands precisely on her puckered star. I give the plastic bottle a squeeze, thickening the stream so that lube piles up all over her little anus. Finally, before closing the cap, I wander the stream in a big circle all around the domes of her ass.

"What are you doing?" Jessica asks, twisting her head to look back at me nervously. "Don't... please don't put it in my ass. Okay?"

"Oh, I know." I answer. "I don't think you're ready for that yet."

I set the lube bottle aside and grab the bag of anal beads. I tear the new packaging open with my teeth and then draw them out by their string. I dangle them by their nylon cord in front of Jessica's face. She stares at long line of inch-wide pink balls threaded onto the cord. She says nothing, but suddenly looks a bit scared.

"Don't worry," I continue, "I think you'll like these."

She doesn't answer, but starts to retract her arched backbone, instinctively trying to hide her anus.

"Hey, keep still," I remind her.

Her ass dutifully rises again, pushing upwards against my embedded cock. I deliver an open-handed smack to one butt cheek that sends them both wobbling. She yelps, and within seconds a pink hand-print warms through the tender skin on one side of her bottom.

"Be a good girl... Keep that ass nice and high, okay?" I say, smiling.

"I'll try. Just be... careful."

I run a thumb down the valley of her ass and smear the artificial lube all around her tiny anus. Then I take the leading bead and trace it along the trail of lube that circles her ass, rolling it between my fingers to ensure it is completely covered.

I lay the entire seven-ball strand down in a line across her butt and then press first ball right up against the glistening knot of her asshole.

"Wait! Only do one, okay?" she begs.

For fun I pause and enjoy a slow stroke of my cock within her pussy, watching as it penetrates her tiny body again. I smile with glee as she emits a whimper of pleasure. The shaft of my cock re-emerges freshly wetted. Then I press the little pink ball down against her asshole.

"Fuck!" she yells as the ball squeezes inward through her tiny anus. I watch as the tight ring of her sphincter stretches to an inch-wide circle, unable to resist the well-lubricated intruder. At the widest point I relax my thumb's pressure and wait. Jessica pants hard and her fingers claw the pillow as the pink ball pauses half-in and half-out of her. Then I nudge the ball further. It scoots in, enveloped by the contracting ring of her sphincter.

She squeals as her ass cinches shut in a tight pucker around the nylon string that leads to the remaining six balls.

I gently slide the tip of my index finger into her slippery ass to push the ball deeper, making room for the next one.

"Okay, okay..." Jessica whines.

"Breathe," I say. "...just relax."

I can feel the hard round curve of the first ball pressing down on the shaft of my buried cock. The tender flesh separating them feels wafer-thin, stretched taut by the double intrusion.

I slide the next ball into position and tease it against the tension of her anus. Jessica emits a series of short little hums through her nose and she nervously pants for air.

I press the ball inward. Again her asshole opens to an inch-wide yawn around the shiny ball and then closes tight after swallowing it.

"Ohmygod.... ohmygod..." Jessica murmurs into the pillow.

I take another stroke with my cock inside of her, feeling the two plastic balls squirm within her ass as my bulbous head knocks past them on the way out and then past them again on the way back in.

I push in deep until she coughs.

I grab the swell of her left butt cheek and pry it sideways while my right hand presses the third ball smoothly into her. Jessica starts humming again, clearly trying her best to relax, but as soon as the new ball disappears within her I see her little anus pucker ruthlessly again. I take another stroke with my cock and then position the fourth slippery ball for insertion.

"Ohmygod STOP!" she whines, "Please... they're really big!"

"Almost done," I reassure her while gradually cramming the fourth ball fully into her. "You'll enjoy it soon enough..."

Her ass seems incredibly tight now, so I take a break. I hold her firmly by the waist and enjoy a long series of strokes within her, sliding my cock back and forth beneath the chain of balls in her rectum. She starts to grunt and groan as the combined stimulation awakens a new endorphin-source for her brain. With each stroke, the prominent top ridge of my cock's helmet goes thud-thud-thud-thud past the four balls on the way out and thud-thud-thud-thud on the way back in again. Jessica's mouth opens wide in awe. Somewhere around my tenth stroke, I see her fists ball into the pillow and she cries out: "Oh god, that's amazing!"

I take a few more strokes and then pause with my cock deep inside her. I drop a small amount of spit from my mouth into the valley of her ass and watch as is slides down to her puckered hole. I chase it with the fifth plastic ball, which I gently squeeze past the guardian of her tight sphincter. I feel it click against the other balls that already crowd her rectum. Jessica moans something about "enough," but I reminder her that there are two more.

"Himm-mmm," she whines as she feels me position the sixth ball against her anus.

I press it in, stubbornly driving the line of beads another inch deeper towards her colon. The pressure inside her is so tight now that her anus doesn't even completely close around the new bead, leaving a small opening through which its hot-pink plastic shape protrudes.

I take a few more strokes within her, driving my cockhead back and forth under the line of beads until they have been shuffled slightly deeper. Then, with an extra push from my fingertip, I bury the sixth bead fully behind her sphincter. Only one last ball now remains outside her tender ass, dangling from the thin nylon cord.

I position the final bead at her abused little door and start thrusting my cock rhythmically in and out of her. She clutches the headboard as I bounce my pelvis against her upturned ass, driving her stomach into the sheets. While happily thrusting away, I press my thumb down on the back of the final bead, gradually working her sphincter open again. She moans and weeps as the whole row of beads is pressed slightly deeper into her rectal canal. The last bead stretches her little hole wide and then stops. Half the sphere protrudes, pinning her asshole open with its widest circumference. I press on it firmly, but it seems hard-up against the other beads and unable to move further inward. I watch in amazement as the tortured ring of her sphincter slowly distends itself around the last ball, expanding outward until it partially envelopes the protruding dome.

I remove my thumb and the ball stays there, bulging from her ass like a shiny gumball. Jessica's voice trails off in a long, continuous moan into the pillow.

I re-grab her narrow hips with both hands and re-double my cock's thrusting within her pussy. I fuck her roughly, smacking my pelvis into her upturned butt cheeks. Her body creeps forward, inching up the bed until her skull is against the wicker headboard. Shockwaves ripple outward across her glowing ass cheeks.

"Hmmm, hmm, HMMM, HEEEEM!" she squeals while the headboard clonks against the wall. Her lower back flexes sharply with each impact of my cock, pointing her tailbone higher and higher. I creep up the mattress behind her, pounding my pubic bone against the bulging anal bead while my scrotum slaps her clit.

Over the next several minutes I savage her body with my cock. I encircle her tiny waist in my hands, able to bridge my fingertips together beneath her tummy even as my thumbs press down on the small of her back. I pull my feet up under me and squat above her quivering butt like a praying mantis. I imagine I must look like one of those gothic jackals that line the parapets of old buildings in Europe, devouring some innocent prey.

"AaaahAhhhAaaaahAhhhhAAAAhhhAAAhhhh!" she cries as I drill her little pussy, splitting her pelvis from behind with my enormous cock while the seven anal beads clack against each other deep in her rectum.

Just as I think I can't take more of this exquisite pleasure, Jessica starts to cum. I remove one hand from her waist and loop my finger around the nylon string that hangs from her ass. I continue pounding my cock into her from above while gently wrapping the cord around my fingers until it is taut against the outermost bead. I listen as she ascends the steps to her orgasm. As she gets close, I gently pull on the string, prying her anus open from within. Her fingernails claw the swaying wicker headboard, scoring its white paint.

"NEEHN!" Jessica screams when the first ball pops from her, allowing her sphincter to close for the first time in ten minutes.

"Uhhh, Uhhh, Uh GaHAAAD!" she moans as I continue to fuck her. Her feet kick the mattress behind me as I clutch her waist in one hand and tension the cord higher with the other.

At some point during my next ten strokes she flings her legs wide apart and erupts. I feel her cunt pulse around my cock and she lets out a howling scream. I draw back smoothly on the cord, steadily popping the next five balls out of her ass one after another in synch with her orgasm. She screams until her lungs run out of air as her cunt juices drench my slapping balls. I leave one last ball within her and continue my thrusting, packing her trembling little body up against headboard with my cock.   

When she seems well and truly done, I pull the last ball out of her ass. Her sphincter gasps open briefly, showing its pink interior as I drop the string of beads to one side. I clench her right butt cheek with my open palm and then insert my entire thumb into her ass. I hold her like this, one hand clutching her waist and the other on her ass with its thumb inside, and stand up, lifting her pelvis high above the bed until her moaning head flips over on the pillow and the full length of her back is pressed, inverted, against the headboard. Her body-weight settles onto her shoulders as I thrust steadily within her. Her little airborne feet struggle uselessly for a toe-hold on the sheets behind me. Looking down between us I catch intermittent glimpses of her inverted face on the pillow below. She is staring straight up, watching the frenzied union of cock and pussy occurring directly above. I widen my stance; standing astride her pillow and letting more of her weight settle onto her shoulders. She continues to watch, wide-eyed, from directly beneath her own crotch as my balls slap against her clit. Drops of sweat and pussy juice sprinkle her face and tits with each impact of my cock. I press my thumb deep into her asshole, feeling my cock rubbing back and forth beneath it.

I stare down, watching my cock pound in and out of her. Her tissue-thin perineum looks sore and bright-red as it rolls in and out with my thrusting shaft. Her ass muscles clench rhythmically around my thumb. I glimpse her pretty face staring up, less than an arm's length below my balls. Her eyes and mouth are agape in amazement as she watches my massive cock repeatedly disappear into her little body.

I am grunting with every stroke now, hammering her spine against the creaking wicker headboard. I can feel my second orgasm of the day rapidly approaching. Just as I am starting to reach my point-of-no-return, I feel something tickle my balls -- it's Jessica's hand. She cradles my swinging balls in her palm and gently tugs them back and forth in time with my thrusts. It becomes the final ingredient, that extra little bit of stimulation that catapults me over the edge.

I bury my cock into her and explode, pinning her to the headboard. Semen erupts down the length of my shaft and floods the depths of her young pussy. I throw my head back and yell as squirt after squirt pumps from my balls into her.

She cries out beneath me "Oh my GOD yes! Cum in me!" and I feel her furiously rub my scrotum against her clit, bringing herself to another quick little orgasm as I empty my balls. My pulse thuds urgently within her as she climaxes. I feel her anus pucker around my embedded thumb.

When the last wave of my orgasm finally subsides, I carefully withdraw my thumb from her ass and look down. Her abused anus is now an open, dime-sized hole. I slowly extract the length of fat cock from her pussy as she watches from below. My purple head eventually pops free with a wet gasp. A gush of milky semen follows it out, overruns her bare clit and cascades down all over her face and tits.

Her eyes flutter closed under the sudden shower of semen. She giggles. Cum-drops land on her smiling lips and teeth. I gently insert two fingers into her freshly loaded cunt and rake a big wave of hot semen up out of her, perpetuating the shower. Her forehead, nose, cheeks and eyes are all quickly covered in a mess of my semen.

I watch more semen bubble up and out of her little pink cunt, then step back and drop to my knees in front of her upturned face. Her inverted body flops down sideways across the pillows until she is sideways in front of me.

I let out an exhausted sigh. My cock sags from my groin, dripping onto the sheet. My arms hang loose.

Jessica wipes some cum off her eyelids and then smiles up at me. She bats her lashes a few times, struggling to see through the sticky mess that clings to them.

"That was awesome...Can we do it again?" she says with a laugh.

"Later," I chuckle. "I think it's going to take me a while to recover from that one."

She licks away some cum from her front teeth and then says, "Watching you finish inside of me was... was so cool. I've never done that before."

I survey the splotches of semen scattered across her face. "Jessica," I say, "you are incredibly fun to fuck."

"So... let's do it again!" she giggles mischievously.

She twists around onto her back and props her legs up against the headboard. Then she wraps her arms around my kneeling legs and drags her head between them until her lovely face is smiling up at me from between my thighs.

I can't quite find words. I just watch as she wriggles her face up under my cock until her forehead is against my balls. Before I can speak she gently pulls my soggy penis into her mouth.

"Oh my God, you're crazy." I whisper down to her.

Her cheeks dent inward as she briefly sucks on my head. Then she pulls my penis out of her mouth and begins to stroke it two-handed above her glistening face while my balls drape across her forehead.

"Come on," she whispers, smiling up at me again, "You're still hard. You can keep fucking me, can't you?"

I groan. My hips impulsively thrust forward as her words register in my brain. I feel her little tongue drag itself along the underside of my cock all the way back to the base of my balls. She cranes her neck to lick them. I can scarcely believe it, but I can feel the ebbing blood pressure within my shaft reverse itself and begin to increase. I lean forward over her, grabbing a soft breast in each hand, and dangle my large ballsack directly over her mouth. A sudden tingle of excitement runs through me as the warm embrace of her lips alternately sucks each of my testicles, one after the other, switching back and forth between them while her two little hands gently stroke the length of my slippery shaft. I kneed the soft hills of her tits together beneath me, marveling at their abundance.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 03



After letting her mouth bathe and nurse my balls for another minute, I pull back and raise my hips above her face. I aim my cock straight down at her mouth. Her jaw opens to accept it. I ease lower and watch as the pink circle of her lips stretches wide around my cockhead. Her soft mouth accepts my intrusion smoothly enough until I reach the gate of her throat. Then she rolls her face straight backwards toward my balls, grabs my hips and pulls me in.

"Fuck!" I groan, feeling my semi-hard cock work its way down into her esophagus. I steady myself by holding onto her miraculous tits and then press my dick as far as I can into her slender, inverted neck. I don't stop until my scrotum smothers her nose. My testicles rest in her eye sockets. I can actually feel her eyelashes fluttering beneath my balls. Then her throat muscles start to gag around my cock, so I pull out.

She coughs and spits, but then accepts my cock again without complaint. For the next several minutes I alternate between filling her throat with my cock and teabagging her mouth with my balls. All the while I continue to play with her enormous breasts -- squashing them together to admire her deep cleavage and toying with her tautly distended nipples. She kicks her skinny legs anxiously against her wicker headboard during each throat-fucking, but she seems genuinely enthusiastic about sucking my balls. Regardless of which swollen organ occupies her mouth, I happily smear the rest of my groin all over her face.

"God, I can't believe you're making me hard again," I whisper down at her.

"Nm-Hmmm" is her only reply as she continues nursing on me.

Selfishly, I continue to indulge in this treatment for another fifteen minutes, using my cock like a spatula to wipe all the cum off her face and into her mouth. I especially enjoy the visuals; watching her cheeks bulge when both my balls are in her mouth at once; watching the veins in her neck swell each time my cock dives into her throat. I also relish hearing the gentle pop of breaking suction each time I pull my balls from her lips, and the desperate little preparatory gasps she inhales prior to each throat-fucking.

Eventually I take pity on her smothered head and roll onto my back, reclining onto the pile of cool pillows at the head of the bed. She doesn't miss a beat, flipping over and climbing onto me in such a way that she lands with her big tits surrounding my erect cock. She quickly dips her head, captures the tip of my cock in her mouth and lifts it off my stomach. Then, corralling her bosom with both hands, she wraps her boobs around my shaft. I feel my cock suddenly captured within their soft grip. Only the tip of my cock remains in her mouth, protruding from the top of her cleavage like a fat purple mushroom. Before I can say anything, she starts to rhythmically bob her head up and down on my cock while gyrating the smooth flesh of her tits around my shaft with her hands. It feels wonderful. All I can do is lean my head back against the pillows and moan in ecstasy.

She tightens her tits around me and hums while her tongue circles my cockhead. Drool leaks from her lips to lubricate her cleavage. After a few minutes, her slurping mouth breaks away and she looks up at me with a proud smile.

"See," she says, "I knew I could get you ready for more!"

Indeed, my cock is fully hard. I place my hands on hers to help squeeze her breasts even tighter around my shaft. Then I thrust against her breastplate, burrowing my cock into her cleavage over and over while she watches from above.

Jessica eventually pulls away and climbs up to straddle my hips. I steady my cock beneath her with one hand and clutch her narrow waist with the other. She opens the glossy pink lips of her waxed cunt with two fingers and carefully guides me into their warm embrace. I hear her gasp when I lift the head of my cock up into her.

"God, why are you so big?" she curses, placing a hand on my chest to steady herself. I hold still while she lowers herself onto my cock incredibly slowly, allowing only my first few inches to creep into her. Despite this gentle approach, I feel her fingers dig anxiously into my bare chest.

Having been inside her just a short while before, I cannot believe how tight her pussy has become again. I encircle her miniature waist with both hands and begin gently thrusting myself up into her.

"Himm, himm, himm... Ooooh God! " she squeals as the next few inches of my length penetrate her. She places both hands upon my chest now to brace herself, holding her upper body aloft as I gradually push each thrust higher into her. I slide my hands down to her hips and squeeze them downward. Her buoyant tits dance above me.

After several minutes of trying, Jessica's young pussy finally reacclimatizes itself to the full measure of my cock and our groins connect with a dull slap. She lets out a wail of pleasure and then bites her lower lip as I bounce her up and down on my thick shaft. Being fully hard and fully embedded within her again feels incredible. With the back of one hand I rub her stubby clit. Moments later her face turns red and I feel her pussy tense and as it wets itself all over again.

"Aaaahhhhhnnnng!" she cries, slapping my chest as the sudden orgasm quakes through her.

I slow the pace of my thrusting and allow her to take control. As the intensity of her orgasm wanes, she leans forward over me and wraps her arms around my head. Her large breasts drape forward and surround my face in their soft warmth. She pumps her girlish hips back and forth on my cock, stroking my full length with her sopping little cunt. The snug grip of her pussy and the jiggling embrace of her tits are overwhelming. After a few short minutes, I feel myself tense with the early signs of another orgasm.

I try to hold back as best I can in order to prolong this magical treatment, but the steady rocking of her body atop mine is too good to ignore. An involuntary moan escapes my lips, muffled within the depths of her swaying cleavage.

Sensing the imminence of my release, she straightens up and stops.

"Don't cum yet." she purrs down at me. "I feel another one starting."

"I'll do my best, but you can't keep doing those long strokes like that. Let me drive."

"Okay," she says, going still.

I slide my hands to Jessica's narrow butt and tug her all the way down astride my full length. She leans over me again and tightens her arms around the back of my neck. To let my orgasm recede a bit, I pin her hips to mine and just grind my pubic bone in little circles against her bare clit. My face is smothered within her deep cleavage, making it almost difficult to breathe. As I carefully work her against my cock her soft breasts caress my cheeks.

Before long her moans begin to grow louder as her clit endures my rhythmic squeezing. I reach farther down and gently tease her anus with a fingertip. It's a miniscule knot of muscle, but slippery. I gently pry her butt cheeks apart with both hands and then slide my middle finger knuckle-deep into her ass. She gasps. I work my finger back and forth through the tight ring of her sphincter while continuing to grind the root of my cock into her cunt.

"Oh... my... gawd!" Jessica pants. Her pussy and ass soon begin to flutter with contractions as her next orgasm approaches. She sits up and throws her head back as it washes over her. A deep pink blush spreads across her face and chest. Her boobs swirl synchronously as she suddenly begins to bounce herself upon my embedded cock. I reward her by wriggling a second finger into her ass. Then I use the back of my free hand to give her clit a final rub. A loud cry bursts from her lungs. She peaks quickly. A sudden, gushing release covers my balls with what feels like a warm waterfall.

After a dozen or so contractions around my cock and fingers, her orgasm finally abates. Her head flops forward. She flattens her hands on my chest to support herself as the muscles in her torso unwind. Her eyes remain closed. Drops of saliva fall from her panting mouth onto my stomach. I ease my fingers out of her ass and then allow myself to resume a steady thrusting rhythm within her now-sopping cunt.

"God, that was a good one," she says finally, reopening her eyes as my thrusts begin to shake her little body. She brushes away a tangle of long hair from her face and holds her head upright again. I catch her big, pendulous breasts in my hands and squeeze them together while thrusting my hips vigorously upward.

"You feel so... fucking big... inside me," she continues, her speech stuttered by the repeated bottoming-out of my cock within her. "I've never... felt anything... like it. Ugh! ...and when you... ah! ...your fingers... in... my butt... Oh fuck, go shallower! ...Please!"

Instead of answering her I encircle her ribcage in my grip, hook my thumbs beneath her big tits and thrust harder and faster up into her young pussy. Her boobs bounce wildly above me. She lets out a string of obscenities as my cock pounds up and down within her. She is so wet now that despite the tightness of her little pussy our fucking feels almost frictionless, allowing me to last a little longer. The sensation through my cock is of a smooth liquid grip, punctuated by the dull impact of my cockhead against her interior limits and the wet slapping sound of our bodies colliding over and over again.

Jessica's face adopts a worried expression as her body is knocked about by the column of my cock. In an apparent effort to accelerate my climax and perhaps shorten the duration of her abuse, she reaches behind herself with both hands and starts to tickle my balls. I continue to thrust within her for a long time, relishing my view of her pretty face looking at me expectantly, framed between the gyrating cones of her outstanding tits. Gradually, driven by the persistence of her fingers and the slippery grip of her cunt, I feel my own release approaching once again.

Perhaps sensing her vanishing window of opportunity, Jessica suddenly asks me in a quavering voice, broken up by my harsh thrusting, "Want to try... it in... my butt?"

Hearing this question is almost enough to make me blow my load. I stop thrusting and return her gaze. She brushes her hair back over one shoulder. An involuntary smile flashes across her sweating face.

"You're sure adventurous all of a sudden," I say.

"I just wanna try it before you finish. Just a little bit."

"Okay. I'd love to."

Jessica rocks forward on her knees far enough to let my entire cock, for what feels like the first time in 20 minutes, slip free from her vaginal grip. A stream of warm juice dribbles out of her empty cavity onto my stomach. I reach down and collect a big dollop of the clear slime and smear it all over her tiny anus. I then return my hands to her waist. She looks over her shoulder and grabs the rigid shaft of my cock with one hand. I feel her body tense as she nestles my tip between her taut little butt-cheeks. At first it slips right back into her pussy, but on her second attempt she gets it wedged securely against the narrow pocket between her perineum and the tip of her coccyx. Then gradually, tortuously slowly in fact, she starts to shift her weight back onto my tall, fat, upright cock. At first all I feel is downward pressure. There is no opening, no penetration at all. Everything freezes except the anxious tingling within my balls. The tiny muscular ring of her anus feels like a brick wall. I begin to imagine that the bulbous wedge of my cockhead is simply too big. But then, very subtly, there is incremental movement. A tiny opening stretches around the tip of my conical head. Jessica gasps and a vertical crease appears on her forehead. Her ass feels no bigger than a toe-ring. She pauses for a moment and then, to my utter delight, settles a bit more weight onto my cock. I wait. It feels like an eternity but eventually her sphincter relaxes. With a sudden jerk, my entire cockhead pops up into her ass.

"Ow! Fuck!" she cries, instantly slapping both hands onto my stomach to lift her weight off my invading pole.

"Just relax," I coax her.

We freeze for a minute. Her tiny asshole convulses two or three times around the neck of my cock. Jessica winces with each contraction. I feel my testicles bunching up inside my sack as the sensations of her anal clenching course through all the sensitive nerve-endings in my cockhead.

"Too big, too big, too big..." she chants with growing concern. Her formerly tiny anus, now stretched at least two inches wide, desperately tries to pucker closed around the neck of my cock. It is clear from Jessica's face that nothing even remotely near my girth has ever passed through her smallest orifice. I sense her oncoming panic. When she tries to lift herself up off me I grip her more firmly by the waist and hold her still.

"Don't pull back," I tell her soothingly, "any sudden movement will only make it hurt more. Just breathe and make your bottom relax."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. It hurts!" she whines in reply.

I balance her weight steadily above me, relishing the sensation of being inside such a tight ass. Her body goes through several cycles of panic and release as she teeters atop my prodigious pole. Finally, after about a minute, she begins to calm down. A curtain of her hair now drapes forward around her face. She is so out of her conscious mind that long threads of drool hang absentmindedly from her lower lip. Her cheeks and chest are stop-sign red.

"That's good," I comfort her. "Just relax and let it settle-in... a bit deeper."

"I can't take any more," she pants. "Please don't move."

"Just ease down. Go slow."

"Oh my God."

"I'm going to lower you just a bit more."

"Oh my God!"

Ever so slightly I increase my downward pull on Jessica's girlish waist. My lubricated cock moves a millimeter or two deeper into her ass.

"Wait! Wait!" she squawks.

Real tears burst from her eyes and she covers her mouth with one hand while pressing hard against my abdomen with the other. Her skinny thighs shake, straining to lift her bottom higher. I hold her totally still so the only movement inside her ass is the throbbing heartbeat of my erection. The ring of her sphincter is viciously tight. Yet I know it still needs to widen slightly farther to accommodate the upcoming girth of my shaft. I begin to ease my pelvis upward, forcing her to accept me. Jessica's whole body trembles as the next inch of my cock gradually penetrates her ass.

Terrified awe registers on her face as I stretch her littlest hole open. A guttural sob chokes off her next words. I keep pressing upwards, slowly cramming my thick shaft through the tourniquet of her rectum. The sensation is heavenly.

With over three inches of my cock now inside her, I pause. My vision has glazed over with pleasure. I can only focus on the pounding pulse of my cock within the cinched-tight collar of her sphincter. Only when she yells "Out!" do I realize her fists are also pounding my chest, begging for relief.

I relent. I lift her smoothly upward, savoring her butt's vacuum-tight resistance to my withdrawal. My bulbous cockhead emerges from her asshole with an audible pop. Jessica collapses into a ball on the mattress beside me, clutching her little bottom with both hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she mutters, "I just couldn't take that. It hurts too much."

"It's okay," I console her. "It's fine."

I embrace her curled body and we lie motionless for a while.

"Still... it was worth trying," I offer. "You might've enjoyed it if we had gone a little slower."

"I don't know. I just think you have a monster cock. It's too big. And maybe I have a little butt too, you know?"

"Yeah. Maybe."

She exhales a heavy sign of relief and wipes her face dry as her pain abates. After a few wordless moments, she reaches down between my legs and tentatively squeezes my cock. She looks up into my eyes and smiles.

"Still a monster," she giggles.

Her second hand joins the first and together they begin to aggressively stroke my cockhead and shaft, putting the leftover sheen of lube from our vaginal intercourse to good use.

"I bet I can still make him a happy monster," she purrs with a mischievous grin. She uncoils her body and slides down the mattress, bringing her face level with my cock. I lie on my side facing her, watching from above as she aims my cock directly at her cute face and pumps it with both hands. With a steady gaze she stares straight ahead at my cock. Watching her pump my dick only an inch from her face is maddeningly sexy. I slide one hand into the tangled hair at the back of her head and thrust my hips forward, bumping my cockhead first against the bridge of her nose, then her cheek, then an eye, then her forehead. She giggles again, then opens her mouth wide and captures my next thrust between her lips, guiding me to the back of her mouth. I pause there, relishing the feeling of her petite hands stroking my shaft while her warm tongue suckles at the underside of my cockhead.

With little thrusts, I begin to fuck her mouth. I push my dick as far inward as her epiglottis allows. Then I pull back out. After a few strokes like that, I angle her head back and squeeze my cockhead past the gate of her throat. She takes it down with a spluttering gurgle. I keep pushing. As my shaft disappears her hands move to my balls. I hold her head tightly until almost the entirety of my cock is in her throat. I watch her gag and drool. Her fingers lightly massage my testicles about two inches from her chin. After a dozen seconds or so, I pull myself completely out to let her cough and breathe. Then again I cram my cock into her wet mouth. I don't stop this time until her dainty nose is buried in my pubes and my balls lay sloppily against her chin. Her gagging throat sends shivers of pleasure up the length of my cock. I drawn back a little and then begin pumping her esophagus. Spit bubbles from her nose as she chokes on me. All nine inches of my wide cock disappear repeatedly into her mouth. Her neck bulges and her eyes water. It feels so incredibly good that I don't ever want to stop. Of course I have to, if only to let her breathe. After the next series of thrusts I pull out and climb up onto my knees, straddling her face. I then re-puncture her throat with another series of full insertions from above.

"Ghk, ghk, glhk!" her mouth protests as I deliver three deep strokes. Pining her head to the mattress with my cock is a new thrill, and I love the way spit slathers her cheeks as she coughs and gags. I give her little short breaks, pulling all the way out and letting my slippery cock drip above her face. After several minutes of this I briefly change tempo by sliding my cock back and forth across her lips sideways, like a harmonica. She seems to enjoy this. After the next throat-fucking I dangle my balls above her mouth, making her engulf each testicle in turn while I stroke myself above her. Then again I push the entire corn-cob of my cock back into her mouth, stretching her poor little throat wide and slapping my balls down repeatedly against her wet chin.

Pretty soon Jessica's eyes are completely bloodshot. Her face is a mess of fresh drool and throat-slime. Again and again I piston her skinny neck until her hands start to flap in protest against.

"Please come," she begs when I vacate her mouth. Her sinuses sound completely full.

"Okay," I whisper down at her, "just suck on my balls one more time."

"Um-hmm" she mumbles as I lay my heavy sack across her mouth. I feel her little tongue swish and swirl beneath me. Then she pulls one testicle at a time into the warmth of her mouth while I stroke my shaft directly above her glistening face. I feel an urgent tingle rising in my balls. Her cheeks dent inward as she nurses on my balls. I am in heaven.




A Doctor's Dream Ch. 03



Before I tip over the edge, I pull my nuts from her mouth and crawl backwards to straddle the trench of her cleavage. Helpfully, Jessica wipes some of the saliva off her face and smears it down into the line between her tits. Then she presses her two voluptuous breasts together, enfolding my wet cock between them. Her skin feels smooth, soft and wonderful. My tingling balls drag up and down across her solar plexus with each thrust. Jessica's eyes alternate expectantly between my face and cock while I urgently fuck her perfect tits.

"I want to watch it come out," she whispers. Her face looks so pretty, waiting for my orgasm.

My jaw slackens as the rising surge of pleasure emanates from my cock. She lowers her chin and extends her tongue. I reach one hand behind her head and hold her face there. Each stroke now concludes with a lick from her tongue. My thighs tense. Suddenly she juggles her tits into a blur around my thrusting cock. It's too much for me. My groin ignites into an explosive flash. Pre-cum spurts onto her tongue. I yell with the erupting onrush of my climax, yanking myself from her cleavage to stroke my cock above her face. Thick white lines of semen shoot from me and land across her lips, nose and forehead. Her eyes grow wider as each successive blast lands in or around her gaping mouth. I flop forward and point my cock between her lips. Three or four more streams pulse out, filling the back of her mouth like a shot glass.

Finally, my load is spent and I collapse beside her in a state of utter exhaustion.

We both lay still for a minute, unable to move. I gaze across the rumpled sheets at her profile, watching her mouth open and close silently. She seems indecisive about what to do now that her mouth is so full of cum. Her hands tentatively explore the icing that crisscrosses her face. Eventually she sits up, allowing a stream of white liquid to spill from her lips as she turns to look at me. Then she swallows.

I smile up at her. She answers with a sloppy grin. Elastic tendrils of semen hang from her trembling chin.

"This is the third time today you've made a total mess of me," she says with feigned indignation. "Are you having fun?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely" I whisper back at her.

She laughs. We stare at each other for a few minutes, in silence.

I am too exhausted to talk, let alone move. My exhausted cock feels suddenly numb and flaccid. Muscles in my legs and arms twitch.

Jessica wipes the slimy mess off her face with both hands until her fingers are webbed with semen. She looks around, as though searching for something within reach with which to clean them. Finally she gives up and just flops back down next to me, laying her wet hands on her bare stomach.

Outside the sky has grown dark. Evening has set in.

Jessica gets up off the bed and walks to the bathroom. I feel a dry towel land across my stomach.

"Thanks," I call out.

"I'm getting in the shower," I hear her say, followed by the sound of rushing water. "Again!" she adds.

I chuckle quietly to myself as colorful images of the afternoon replay themselves behind my closed eyes. Sleep overtakes me rapidly.

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End of Ch. 3