by Sansa Gold
There was nothing more that I wanted to do then get his prick deep inside of my throat. I hastily worked off his pants and briefs, until I stared at the head of his cock. His cock must have been at least seven to eight inches long and two to three inches wide, way bigger than anything I had taken before.
His hands pressed against the back of my neck, urging my toward his cock. He wanted me to take him whole, but that would have been too easy and pleasing for him. He wasn't getting it that easily, after what he had made me endure.
I slowly began to kiss the inside of his thighs, reaching his sac. I hovered the tip of my tongue against his balls, sending his body into a whirlwind. I licked up from his sac and up the base of cock, while staring deep into his eyes.
"You really want to make up for your mistakes, don't you Jennifer?" He moaned in pleasure as I began to approach the head of his member.
"Mhm." I responded, taking his member inside of my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it, urging the beadlets of pre cum out of his cock and into my mouth. He tasted a little more salter than I was used to, but it didn't deter me any less. I knew what I had wanted as soon as he laid his hand against me. With each swirl of my tongue around his cock, his hand pressed harder onto my neck urging me onward.
I related and gave him what he desired, forcing his massive cunt until it slammed against the back of my throat. His hands gripped and played around with my hair, the pleasure consuming as he let out a constant steam of grunts and soft moans.
I continually pulled up and down on his cock, ramming his hard cock into my throat. I was surprised to feel his fingers make their way down to my cunt, where he began to play with my cunt. Reigniting the knot in my stomach, my already wet cunt giving more than before.
"I can't take this anymore." He roared, throwing me off his prick. He got off the couch, making sure to take the paddle with him, and threw me onto it. He grabbed my ass and pulled it into the air as my head pushed against the back of the couch. He teased me for a full second with his cock, before plunging it deep inside me.
He instantly stretched my pussy apart, I had never taken someone as big as him before. I shrieked in pleasure, burying my voice into the couch, the cameras capturing our passionate embrace. One of his hands gripped my ass, while the other brought the paddle against my right cheek.
The pleasure overtook me as I finished, my toes crinkles and my hands gripping the side of the couch as it vibrated throughout my body. I closed my eyes and saw the ending of the fireworks as they past, his cock continually pounding and the paddle smacking me.
"I can't take it anymore." I heard the paddle drop onto the ground, his hands gripping my ass, as his pace quickened to a feverish speed. I knew that it wasn't only a moment before he would erupt inside of me, that's when I realized that I had never insisted on any protection.
I turned my head around, looking at his face that was close to climax, trying to urge the words out, all I got was, "No protect." Before I was overcame with another wave of sensation. Oh fuck it, I'll deal with that later. I just let my body swoop back into the blissful feel of all the feelings that circulated.
His fingers clutched harder than ever before, as I felt his hot stream of seamen coat the inside of my cunt. I let out a wail as my own orgasm soon followed. My body began to gyrate out of control as the mind blowing orgasm flowed through me like nothing before.
He dropped onto the couch, while my ass dropped down and I wrapped myself in exhaustion. I moved up until my head rested on his thigh, which was covered in bit marks, and listened to our rhythmic breathes.
"How was I?"
"Better than I could have imagined. Are you sure this was your first time in front of a camera?"
"Positive." I answered. I took his question as a confirmation of how well I had performed.
"Your a natural."
I smiled back at him, "So what would I get if we do this again?" I laughed.
He crooked his head to the side, before he gripped his stomach and began to laugh.
Book 18: Doctor of the House
My fingers moved across the screen, excitement poured out of me as the endless possibilities ran through my head. In less than two weeks I was going off to college. I would leave the place I had called home for the last 18 years and be free to do what I wanted in this world. I still had no idea what my major was going to but, but that was OK. I'm a freshman after all, I had plenty of time to figure it all out.
The school that I had chosen to attend was notorious for being a party school, something I had not really experienced in high school. The last four years I had spent working hard on getting good grades and being the best possible basketball player. It might have been a boring life, the last couple years, but it was definitely paying off as now I had a full ride to my top college.
The cursor clicked on the athletics link, dozens of pictures popped in front of me. I scrolled up and down the pages looking at all the cute sports guys. Any of these guys could be the one I give it up too, the one that I finally make myself available. The lack of relationships or flings in high school had let me very sexually inexperienced. I had spent a lot of time getting to know myself really well at night, my fingers giving me the satisfaction that I desired.
Unfortunately, I was getting tired of playing with myself. I needed someone else to take and seduce me, just like all the porn videos I watched. I knew that most of them didn't play out like that, but for once I wanted to pushed against a wall and fucked until I screamed for mercy. There are have been few people who had seen me naked.
I got up off the computer and laid down on my bed, replaying all the instances I had been naked in front of someone. I could count on one hand how many people saw me fully naked, and only one person was a guy. That guy just happened to be my step father, who my mother had married at the beginning of freshman year of high school. Him seeing me naked was completely unexpected and embarrassing to say the least. God, it only happened about a week ago but it still burned fresh in my mind.
I closed my eyes, like I always did, and pictured myself coming out of the shower. At the time, I thought I was home by myself so I blasted the music in the bathroom, not a care in the world. I sang to the latest popular song on the radio, that was being played non stop, not even bothering to wrap a towel over my naked body.
Instead, I grabbed a towel and wrapped my long hair in a big bun, leaving the white towel on my head. I opened the door, with not a care in the world, and there he was. My step father, Martin, stood at the door. At first, neither of knew what to do, we both stood there stun locked in some sort of trance. I saw his eyes move up and down my body quickly, before I screamed at him.
He tried to cover his eyes, although his fingers were apart still revealing my naked body to him. I quickly shut the door on him and laid my back against the door, panic consuming me.
"Oh, shit sorry. I didn't know you were in there." He said.
I didn't know what to tell him. What exactly had he seen? Did he see me clearly or had the steam from the shower allowed his vision to grow blurry. I, of course, assumed the worse. "Ummm, its Ok. Don't worry about it. Accidents happen." I stammered out, trying to convince myself that he hadn't done it on purpose.
How could he not know that I was in here? The music was at full blast and you could clearly see the steam creep under the crack of our old brown door. Was he there waiting for me to get out of the shower? Nothing of it made sense at the time.
Although, at the time I completely panicked I slowly grew entranced by the whole experience. Every night, for the last weekend, I had pictured him taking me right there in the shower. Endless scenarios entering my mind as I began to play with my clit. I had never been with a man, but someone like Martin would know how to please me.
He was experienced with women, hell he had spent the last ten years of his life going to school for gynecology and becoming a gynecologist. All he did all day was work his way around a women's vagina. But that begged one question from my mind?
Was my pussy good enough for me? I knew that I had an amazing figure, all the boys at school would constantly tell me. That was only the case because I had spent the majority of my life playing sports. But was it good enough for him? In my mind it always was. Countless scenarios would always end with him shoving his large cock into my tight pussy, even though I had never seen his full package.
As my mind drifted through the scenarios from the last week, my breathe began to grow deep. I moved my hands down my body, stopping on top of my breasts and grabbing hold. I began to knead them into my hands, grabbing as hard as I could. A little moan escaped my mouth, how I wished his hands would latch hard onto my breasts. He would definitely know how to make me completely and utterly wet. The heat in my pants began to grow and before I knew it my hands, as if they had a mind of their own, had removed my tight jeans.
I let them tease the outside of my panties, the routine I had grown accustom to over the years. Most of the times I dove straight into my pussy, but if I wanted the best orgasm teasing was a necessity. I would force my hands to start on the inside of my thighs, lightly and slowly working their ways to the outline of my panties.
There I would trace the outline, ever so often, gracing the inside of the panties and lightly touching my pussy. I bit my bottom lip, I could feel the warmth that greeted me inside of my panties. But, I resisted the urge to finish myself off quickly.
I imagined Martin unzipping out of his pants and pushing me against the sink, as the shock of him seeing me naked slowly past. He would grab one of my thighs with his burly hand and place my foot onto the counter of the sink, my face being pressed against the steam warmed glass.
With his cock pulled out he would gently rub it against my inner thigh, sending spasms up my spine from its warmth, before pushing into my tight cunt. His cock stretching me out harder and faster than my fingers ever could. It was these vivid images that pushed me past as my finger circled furiously against my clit, sending my body into spasms. Teasing made it so easy for me to finish.
I stretched out onto the bed as the heat within my stomach slowly left, slight figments of the pleasure still tingling on the outer parts of my body. I knew that my fantasies of Martin were completely far fetched, it was simply not going to happen. I knew that he was happy with my mother and I didn't think that I could come between them too. Even if I wanted too, there would be no way that he would ever been interested in a such a young inexperienced girl like me. I let the idea stroll across my mind as I drifted off to sleep, the orgasm and teasing had completely worn me out.
****
"SAMI!!" I was jarred awake, my room completely dark.
It took me a second to realize that my mother was yelling for me downstairs. I brought my hands up to my face and rubbed away my dreary eyes. I looked down, realizing that half of my body was still completely naked. I pulled up my panties and put on my jeans, rushing down the stairs two at a time, as my mother screamed bloody murder.
"SAMI!!" I could hear her scream once more. I was no longer sleepy, that had completely past as I bolted down the hallway. My body was in complete adrenaline overload.
"What? What's happening?" I screamed back, completely out of breathe.
"Oh, there you are. I need your help put the groceries into the fridge." She said, her back turned to me as she set some food into the kitchen cupboards.
"Really? That's what you were screaming my name over. I thought someone was killing you, Mom." I huffed at her, my hands crossed against my body.
She laughed and turned toward me, "Not even. But, I knew that screaming like that would be the fastest way to get you down here and help me." She pinched my cheeks like I was two years old.
"You know someday you might be trouble and I won't help you because of how many times you've yelled for help." I quipped back.
"You say that, but you don't mean that. Now grab some groceries from the bags and set them in the fridge. We have an appointment to go to."
I knelt down grabbing the last items from the bag, "What appointment?" I asked. She always did this, setting up appointments for things I never asked for.
"Its an appointment at Martin's office. You think I'm going to let my daughter go off to college without any protection. I've been to college, I know what its like." She turned her head slightly, I could see the smile on her face.
"But he's my stepfather, are you sure its OK for him to give me my first gyno exam?" I asked, a tightness grew in my stomach.
"Of course, who else can I trust to look at my precious daughter. At least with Martin, I know he will do the procedure well and throughly. He's the best in the business. Trust me, I know." Her smile spreading further than before.
I could tell from her words that there was little I could do to fight her decision. Unfortunately, when she had mind set on something I usually had no choice but to follow. "Alright, if that's what you want."
The tightness in my stomach growing, a small orb of excitement grew inside of me. I turned my head to the side, the man who had kept me up long at night with countless fantasies was going to give me my first exam. I hoped that I didn't embarrasses myself in front of him.
As we made our way to the office I ran through all the things my friends had told me about their first exams. I wanted to remember as much as I could, that way there would be less chance of me messing up. I'm sure that it didn't even matter in the long run, since this man probably conducted dozens of exams a day. But, for some reason I wanted him to remember me out of all of them. Although, I was sure he wasn't going to say anything inappropriate to me to jeopardize my mother and his relationship.
We stepped through the doors to his office, the white doctor walls of the meeting room greeting me. I always hated going to the doctor, but this time the excitement within me beat the uneasiness of doctor visits. The room had several chairs lined around the room, forming a large rectangle, with one magazine table filled in the middle. In the top corner of the room a large TV broad casted some health guru, that had women raving at every product he brought out. How I hated these doctor shows that were pretty much infomercials on health products.
"Sami Lancing is checking in her for appointment with Dr. Martin." My mom told the front desk nurse.
"Oh, Mrs. Lancing you don't have to be so formal with us." The nurses giggled behind the desk. "The doctor told us that Sami would be coming in for her first exam." She turned her attention to me. "Don't worry Sami, he is the best in the business. You have nothing to worry about, darling." She smiled, before rolling her chair to the corner of the room and grabbing a file. "The doctor has already filled out your file, so just have a seat and I'll call your name in a bit."
"Thanks." I smiled back, taking a seat in the closest one to the door.
My mom sat down next to me and grabbed my hand, "Everything is going to be OK. You'll be in and out of there before you know it."
"I know, Mom. I'm not nervous about the exam. I'm just thinking about college." Which wasn't entirely a lie, I was nervous about both.
"I'm sure your going to be fine at college. Your my little genius of the family. The one good thing that your dad gave to me." She moved the hair out of my eyes as she stared at me.
The door next to me opened, "Alright, Sami the room is ready for you." She held the door open for me as I pushed through to the inside.
The nurse pushed past me, until she stopped at the last room in the hallway, "Alright, your examination will be in here. Make sure to get completely bare and put on that garment." She pointed to a blue one piece on a chair. "Any questions?" She asked.
I racked my brain, "No." I finally mustered.
She closed the door behind me and I stood there frozen taking the whole room in. All around the room were different diagrams on parts of the female body, I was reading names that I hadn't even heard before. I was rapidly growing more nervous as I began to realize how little I knew about my body. Maybe I wasn't ready for this exam, but I couldn't turn my back now and run to my mother. The nurs
es would definitely laugh and I would embarrass Martin, of that I was certain.
As I began to undress I felt the cold air rush onto my skin, I wish she would have turned the heat up a little bit. It always seemed a little to cold when I went to the doctor's office. When I was done with undressing I looked down at my naked body, my nipples were already completely at attention, it was too nippy in here. I grabbed the blue outfit and threw it onto myself, hoping that it would offer some concealment. It didn't.
This outfit left little to the imagination, only covering the bare necessities. It left my backside completely naked with a small piece of rope to keep it shut, which didn't seem to help regardless. I looked at the examination table, not entirely sure of where to seat. At the sides of the table two metal poles stuck out with gray paddles at the end, I think they were called stirrups. I jumped onto the table, the white paper that covered the table, crinkling under me. I pushed up until my head rested on the cushion at the top, might as well get comfortable until he arrives. I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for my examination.
This was going to be a big step for me. I wasn't pleased that the second time someone was going to see me naked it was going to be my father, again. My father had given me more action than any of the boys in high school, its not like they didn't try. I just chose to focus on my school work and after school activities than any of them.
*Knock Knock*
I raised my head off the cushion as Martin stepped into the room, what I assumed was my folder in hand.
He smiled at me, "Hi, Sami. I've been expecting you all day." He flipped through the pages in the folder as I stared at him.
I had never seen him in his doctor uniform, but I was completely mesmerized by him. His long black hair was slicked behind his ears, a lot more professional than he kept it at home. His white doctor uniform hugged against every part of his muscular body, as if it would break free at any slight movement. He took a pen from his pocket and began to write into my folder, his large burly hands pressing against the light manila folder. It was no more obvious than before that his hands had to be at least twice the size of mine.