When Tanner dipped a finger into her pussy she gasped and tugged on his dick. Clyde slid a finger into her pussy. She pulled on his dick. Both men pushed their finger in deeper. She squeezed and tugged their cocks building into a steady rhythm.
As they fingered her Tanner latched onto her nipple again. She moaned and writhed on the bed. Arching her hips into their hands to pull them deeper inside her. Her aching pussy needed to be filled.
She needed them to drive into her hard and fast and make her come so hard it left her breathless.
Someone slipped a second finger into her aching wet core. They pumped in and out of her in unison so it felt like one person's fingers delving into her body.
While Tanner laved her nipple Clyde bent his head to her pussy. He parted her folds and found the sensitive nub that cried out for attention. He flicked his tongue over the red button and she moaned loudly.
Fingers fucking her, a mouth sucking her breast, a tongue laving her sensitive clit with attention caused a throbbing need to course through her.
"Tell us what you want," Tanner said.
Gasping in breaths to calm her body, stave off an orgasm that would crash through her any minute if she let it, she said, "I want to ride you."
A groan escaped his lips. He bent down to capture her lips with his. He slid his tongue into her mouth to stroke hers. Each stroke of his tongue sent a sizzle of electricity through her body.
He broke the kiss and grinned at her. "I always give a woman what she wants."
Clyde kept fingering her and licking her pussy as she shimmied over on the bed so Tanner could stretch out. Clyde started licking in longer strokes starting at her clit and going all the way down to her ass.
He pulled his fingers out, rubbing her juices all over her lips and down farther to her puckered hole.
She turned slowly so Clyde didn't lose contact with her body. She reveled in the sensations he caused as he gently probed her puckered hole. Nerve endings sprang to life sending delicious tremors through her.
She moved a leg over Tanner so she was straddling him. She held her body off his for a moment until he groaned, grabbed her by the hips and urged her down slowly. When the tip of his cock touched her willing core she bit her lip then plunged down until he filled her.
"That's what I've wanted all week," she said.
She rocked back and forth creating a slow rhythm, a teasing friction that made her want more.
The bed jostled slightly when Clyde reached over to the bedside table to grab what he'd put there earlier. Now that she was on top of Tanner she could see what awaited her.
Clyde grabbed a bottle of anal lubricant. From behind her she felt the searing heat of his body, inches from hers. Not being able to see what he was doing back there made the experience all the more exciting.
She rocked a little faster on top of Tanner. He guided her up and down with his strong hands. She bounced on him, sending his cock deeper each time.
A hand on her back urging her to slow down made her decrease her rhythm. She moved in small pulses instead. A squirt of lube landed on her tailbone. The cold solution caused a shiver to race through her. With Clyde's help it lubricated her hole.
She held her breath when he eased a finger past the puckered flesh. Her hole gripped him tightly unaccustomed to such an intrusion. He waited, squeezed out more lube onto his finger and pushed a little deeper. He pulled out, pushed back in until the lube coated her thoroughly.
She remained still as he probed her. He pushed a second lubed finger into her ass. Underneath her Tanner pumped up and down into her hot pussy. He held her in place while Clyde worked magic on her ass.
Each driving thrust of Tanner's cock into her core brought her orgasm closer to the surface. Her pussy began to throb. Her clit started to pulse.
She heard the squirting sound of the bottle of lube again. This time she knew Clyde wasn't lubricating his fingers. She relaxed as much as she could, enjoying the hard thrusts of Tanners cock.
Clyde parted her cheeks with strong hands, rubbing his thumb around her hole again. Mary let out a breath. Took in another. She leaned over to raise her ass higher. Tanner never broke stride. He kept arching into her with fast thrusts. Then he slowed, waiting for Clyde to slip into her.
Clyde pushed the tip of his hard length against her puckered hole. Her body gripped him tight but he slid in deeper. He waited for her become accustomed to his cock then started pumping into her ass.
Tanner resumed his thrusts into her pussy. The sensation of being filled from both ends nearly undid her. Tanner reached up to fondle her breasts. The contact of fingers against her aching nipples sent more sparks of excitement through her.
Grunts filled the room as both men thrust into her body. Her clit pulsed faster. Tanner groaned underneath her, his thrusts becoming urgent, frantic. Clyde's hands dug into her hips as he drove into her.
His breathing got faster. Tanner gave her two more quick plunges into her pussy, pulling his release from him. Semen splashed against her walls. He kept pumping into her matching Clyde's thrusts now.
Clyde moaned behind her. Three fast thrusts let his orgasm free. The sensation of two pulsing cocks in both holes dragged her orgasm through her. Her body spasmed. Her pussy clenched around Tanner's cock.
Her puckered hole contracted around Clyde's dick. Her entire body pulsed with the force of her release.
She collapsed on top of Tanner, Clyde following her down. She shifted slightly to the right so Clyde could rest on the bed. She wanted to stay here like this forever with both men filling her, their come dripping out of her holes.
When she could finally speak she said, "I can't believe how good that felt."
"It can feel like that any time you want it to." Tanner brushed a lock of hair off her cheek.
"I want to stay here with you guys. Learn more about ranching and farming. Do this every night."
Clyde pulled out of her and put his arms around her waist. "I'm up for that. Next time I want to plunge into that pussy of yours."
He reached a hand down to tease her clit. Another spasm went through her. Tanner's cock, still inside her, twitched and he finally pulled out. Semen dripped between her legs.
"You can both take turns doing that. I just want to be filled every night."
"I think we can handle that Ma'am," Tanner said.
She punched him playfully on the shoulder. "If you fuck me like that every night you can call me whatever you want."
Clyde's arms tightened around her, his head nestled into her neck. Tanner touched her check.
"How about we call you ours? We'll take good care of you if you let us," Tanner said.
"I know you will. I'm yours. Both of yours."
STRETCHED BY THE DOCTOR
CHAPTER ONE
Jenna sat in the waiting room to see Dr. Miller her stomach flipping at the thought of being in the same room with him. Her stomach had been doing that all week, from the moment she decided to make the appointment to see him.
Always booked well in advance, she had to cajole the receptionist to fit her in, double booking the good doctor. But he didn't mind. He liked to see as many of his patients as possible, always being available to them as best he could. And this couldn’t wait.
It had been almost a month since she’d seen him last and she was going through some serious need now. Conjuring his image and remembering his touch wasn’t enough anymore. As her friend would say, she had it bad. And Dr. Miller was the only person who could help her.
Another patient, a coughing child with his mother, walked out of the doors to the inner exam rooms with a red lollipop in hand. His mother wiped his nose with a tissue and helped the boy into a coat.
Jenna sat on the edge of her seat eager to be called into the back rooms. There was no one else ahead of her in line for the doctor's attention. A twinge of guilt pricked her conscious when she looked around the room of other waiting patients.
Taking the doctor's time when she wasn't really sick was something that
couldn't be helped. She needed to see him. Needed to have his hands examining her. A shiver of anticipation went through her. Was there a name for this condition?
A condition that made her want to fuck her doctor so much that she invented illnesses just to see him. The more she thought about it the less normal she felt. None of her friends lusted after their doctors. But their doctors weren't Dr. Miller.
Handsome, built under that white lab coat, with a devastating smile and warm brown eyes, her panties soaked the first time she saw him. In the beginning she saw him as infrequently as possible to avoid temptation but now she couldn't stay away.
The phone rang and the receptionist answered before it could go to voicemail. Jenna silently urged the woman to hurry so she would call Jenna into the inner rooms.
Finally the receptionist hung up. She pulled out some more files and adjusted their order. The wait was killing Jenna. Why did the woman take so long today to call her name?
"Jenna?"
She jumped off the chair a smile spreading across her face. "Yep!"
"This way." The receptionist opened the door leading to the exam rooms. "First door on the right today."
Jenna nodded and entered the room fighting the urge to disrobe. A tickle in her throat was hardly a reason for a full body exam. She should have thought of a different excuse to be here. Something that would have his hands on her body and not just his instruments.
She dropped her purse on one of the chairs and hopped up on the exam table, the paper crinkling underneath her. The thought of being stretched out on the table with Dr. Miller between her legs examining her sent a shiver of excitement through her.
She sucked in a breath to calm herself.
A few minutes later Dr. Miller (walked) into the room. He smiled broadly at her as he flipped through her file. He looked up again.
"Afternoon, Jenna. What seems to be the trouble today?"
"It's just a tickle in my throat but I didn't want to risk it getting worse."
Dr. Miller walked closer to her, reaching out to touch her neck, checking her glands. She suppressed a moan when his strong, warm fingers probed gently looking for lumps. He pulled out a tongue depressor.
"Open your mouth and say ahhhh."
She complied, opening wide but the ahhh came out more like ohhhh as the stick touched her tongue and pressed down. A jolt of awareness raced to her pussy moistening her panties.
He took the stick out of her mouth and she wished he would stick something else there like his hard cock. He took the stethoscope from around his neck and put the buds in his ears.
"Could I ask you to unbutton your top a little?"
*You can ask me to take it off completely.* Jenna smiled and unbuttoned three buttons instead of the one he needed to slip the stethoscope down her top. He parted her shirt and put the cold steel of the instrument on her breast.
A shiver went through her and she hoped he attributed it to the stethoscope and not the fact she was so turned on she had to grip the side of the exam table to keep from groping him.
"Deep breath."
She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.
"Again."
She breathed deeply again and blew it out even slower."
He repositioned the stethoscope to her back. "Another deep breath, please."
With him leaning in so close to her she breathed in the scent of soap. No cologne for him. He smelled clean, masculine. She fought the urge to press her lips to his neck.
He kept moving the stethoscope along her back and she sucked in breaths of air and released them slowly. It would be so easy to lean forward and rest her head on his shoulder.
To press into him. But he'd never given any indication he would be amiable to that. Always the professional every visit, he simply examined her, wrote a prescription and sent her on her way.
He pulled back from her and she mourned the loss of heat.
He circled her wrist to take her pulse and her clit pulsed. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples perked into tight peaks. The thought of him taking her over the exam table clouds her mind.
Images of him thrusting into her willing pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist make her heart beat faster. For months she’s wanted to see him out of that lab coat, out of his pants and fucking her like she was the only cure for what ails him.
A frown spread across his face as he looked at his watch.
"Your pulse is very high."
"Nerves I guess. I have to get back to the office and I'm worried about being late." The lies fall easily from her lips, she's been doing it for so long.
“I’m just going to take your blood pressure to be sure.”
He pulled out the cuff and slapped it on her upper arm. Pressure on her arm increased until she thought her arm would explode. She tried to focus on something else. The antics of her friend’s cat chasing a string around the living room.
The pile of books she wanted to read when she has the time. Her favorite romantic comedy movie. But that makes her think about kisses, lingering touches, rolling around in bed covered in crisp, cool sheets.
The throbbing in her pussy increased. Her clit continued to pulse. She forced herself not to cross her legs to pull an orgasm through her body. What would her blood pressure be if she was coming at the same time?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Instead of focusing on a few things she concentrated on images of her friend’s cat. The cute little ball of fur that rubbed against her leg every time she visited. The soft purr the kitten gave her every time she picked him up.
A smile spread across her lips.
Finally the air released from the cuff and Dr. Miller removed it from her arm.
“Your blood pressure is a little high too.”
“Stress. I’m sure that’s all it is. Lots to do today so I should get back to the office.”
"Okay, then. Doesn't sound serious. Could be a virus. Your lungs sound clear."
"So no antibiotics or anything?"
"I'll give you a prescription for a gargle for your throat. If it doesn't get better in a week come back and see me."
He scribbled on his pad, tore of the prescription and handed it to her. She deliberately brushed her fingers against his as she took the slip of paper. Fighting the shiver that raced through her body she thought about what her next excuse would be to see him. She could say her throat was worse next week but a quick exam would show nothing was wrong with her.
"Before you leave make an appointment to see me next week just in case." He flashes a grin.
Her heart beat faster. Did he want to see her next week? Or was he just being overly cautious with a patient?
So far she hadn't set off any hypochondriac vibes with him but that was always possible. She'd timed her "issues" so they looked random, plausible but she was running out of harmless illnesses she could see him for.
"Thanks, doctor. I'll see you next week."
The thought of seeing him again so soon had her heart racing, her panties soaked, shivers of excitement dancing through her. She needed something else, something that would require her to take off her shirt at least.
Something that required his hands on her body. There was still time to figure that out and at the very least she would come back to see if the "tickle" in her throat was gone.
She grabbed her purse and breezed out of the exam room, stopping at the reception desk to set up another appointment. The receptionist wrote it down on a reminder card and handed it over. Jenna tucked it in her purse, not that she needed the reminder.
She'd be planning her symptoms and her wardrobe for the next week.
CHAPTER TWO
A week later Jenna sat in exam room three waiting for Dr. Miller to come into the room to exam her new symptoms. Her throat was of course feeling better but her chest was feeling congested now.
And she wanted him to check out the mole on her right breast. She hadn't used that excuse for months now. He would again suggest a dermatologist but she woul
d wave his concern away insisting she just wanted him to take a look to make sure it hadn't changed shape or color.
Today she wore a top with no buttons for her to undo. The neckline was a little higher than she usually wore and the material wasn't easily shoved down to give access to her chest. Her jeans were loose though and easily discarded if he wanted her to strip for any reason.
The week had been torture. Every night she brought up images of him in her head and thought about her appointment. Thought about him touching her again. The formalness of his fingers over her skin caused her shiver with anticipation.
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