"Well, let's see how you like this, Betty," he said, and he walked to the opposite end of the examining table, right up between her open legs. He pushed a button that adjusted the height of the table automatically, lowering her slightly until her vulnerable cunt was right at the proper level for his cock, for his penetration.
"Here it comes, baby!" he said. "Feel it! Feel my cock moving into your pretty pussy. Oh, God, it's good! Tight, too, almost like a virgin cunt. You should use it more often, Betty." He laughed and pushed forward, suddenly burying the entire long hard length of his cockshaft up inside her spasming cuntal mouth.
His was only the second cock that had ever been inside her fuck hole, and it was definitely different from Johan's. Not as big, but he more than made up for size in technique, setting up a long dicking pace, drilling his cock in all the way then pulling it out all the way, leaving just the tip of his cockhead touching the soft delicate tissues of her cuntal walls, teasing her, tormenting her, making her want more and more of his rapid strokes. With each inward hunch his pubic bone ground solidly against her clitoris, making it feverish from the frantic friction and making her orgasm start almost immediately. But her cum with the doctor was much different than her cum with her husband. Just the strangeness of his unfamiliar cock, drilling to the depths of their secret sex flesh, was enough, but his side tot side twirls drove her nearly out of her mind. Her cums, little ones, were strung together like prayer beads and her moaning litany was like a prayer to all the fuck Gods of the world to keep filling her with heavy hot hard man fuck flesh, stuffing her belly and making her feel full and stretched so her cuntal walls could clasp tightly around all that strange flesh and squeeze it, milk it, urging on the cum that she desperately needed to fill the gaping void within her.
"Okay, Betty!" he said. "I can tell you like it. Jesus Christ, you're squeezing my cock almost off with those tight muscles way up in there! I can feel your cums, too, soaking into my cock. Well, baby, get ready, because I'm almost there. I can feel it getting ready to fill your fuck hole with my cum, and I got to warn you, I really cum a lot. I'm going to fill you up to overflowing with my… Oh, God, with my… my cum. shitfuck! Now! Oh, God! I can't hold it back any longer! I'm going to cum! I'm… I'mmm, Christ, I'mmm going to cccuummm nnnooowwww!"
She could feel it jetting out of the hole in the end of his cock and splattering against the mouth of her womb, filling her whole cuntal passage with hot lava-like jism. He didn't miss a fuck stroke as his hot semen slipped out around the edges of her cunt and around his plunging prick to squirt all over her thighs, the examination table, and to run down his legs in sticky streaks. The fuck smells were heavy around them, their mingling sex odors whipped to a heady, fragrant froth and clinging to them both everywhere.
Almost finished with his orgasm, Dr. William Montgomery abruptly pulled his cock out of her still spasming, still cumming cunt. He went right to her head and stuck it inside her mouth again. It was disgusting and awful, but he forced her to do it, to take his dirty, cum-streaked, cunt-stinky cock all the way back into her mouth and suck on it avidly, cleaning it, taking away all her pussy odor and all his last dribbling cum spurts and swallowing them right down, her eyes gazed over heavily in mixed lust and remorse.
Laughing, Dr. Montgomery pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth and looked down at her while he released the bonds that had held her captive.
As Betty Sue stood up from the table, wobbly on her legs that had been held wide-spread, on her knees that were weak from fuck strain, she tried to straighten her skirt and brush away the wrinkles.
"Of course, there'll be no charge for this… er, examination, Betty," he said, standing there shamelessly in front of her, his slowly relaxing cock all rubbed red from friction and wear. "And if you feel the need for any further consultation, at any time, don't hesitate to come see me. I've got the proper injection to take care of whatever it is you might need."
Turning away from him and fumbling to get the door open, Betty Sue rushed out into the hospital hallway, her mind filled with the certain knowledge that she smelled like fucking and that absolutely everyone could smell her pussy scent, and his cock scent, and the mingling fragrances of their different cums. But most of all, the horrible shame she had to endure was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties any more beneath her just slightly wrinkled skirt.
Tears of her shame flowed from her eyes and her blush returned to her face. She was sure that there was a large scarlet letter "A" firmly branded across her forehead that would stay with her all the way to Hell.
Erik Swensen had a hard-on all day at school. It was massive and throbbing and dominated his every thought. He kept imagining being naked with his pretty aunt and having her croon sweetly to him and just touch the skin of his cock, making it feel better than ever before, pulling his foreskin back of his cockhead, making it swell up even bigger.
His big prick hung heavily over his balls, stretching out the fabric of his pants, all the way home. He so wanted Barbara Jean to be there, so the two of them could pick up where they had left off.
When he got home the house was empty. Slowly, feeling the time drag on, Erik took off all his clothes and folded them up, something he rarely did, while standing completely naked in his bedroom, his heavy cock nagging him more with every passing minute. Still, his aunt did not come back to the house. There was nothing left for him to do except beat off again. He had started the day that way during his morning shower, frantically flicking his fist beneath the cascading water, pretending it was Barbara Jean's hand holding his rampant erection.
Sometimes he thought he might be fucking his fist too often, so he denied himself that pleasure for the afternoon and pulled on his jockey shorts and his tight cut-offs. Then he saw his aunt parking in their driveway.
She got out of the car and looked around, spotting him. Barbara Jean waved gaily before disappearing into the house. Erik just stood still, looking at her and longing to… to do something that was still vague in his mind, but he knew it had something to do with his cock that, at sight of Barbara Jean Crocker, had definitely begun erecting again.
Maybe she wants me to come into the house, he thought, so we can do some more… some more of her touching me, making me feel real good.
"Oh, Aunt Barbara," he called, "can you help me? I hurt myself with my board."
Barbara, only half-dressed in her room where she was hanging up her new clothes, rushed out to see Erik's injury. It was only superficial but she took him into her bathroom and cleaned the contusion as best she could, applying some stinging iodine to the raw spots.
"Oh, thank you," the teen said, smiling his brightest and most irresistible smile. "I'm sorry to be such a bother, Aunt Babs."
"That's all right, Erik," she said, looking away from his knees to the spot, higher, where her eyes inevitably clung to every male she could get near. My God, she thought, I think he's got an erection. His dick must stay hard all the time. Maybe I could… just.
"I seem to have hurt myself up here, too, Aunt Barbara," Erik said, touching himself at his groin, feeling desperate enough to use any excuse to get her to touch his dick again, and to hold it like she wanted to just eat it all up.
"Then perhaps I should give you an examination, Erik," Barbara said, wasting no time in opening his cut-offs and tugging them off over his bare feet. His shorts were tented far out, much bigger than the last time she had seen his thinly covered genitalia that way. She jerked his prick, releasing his cock and his balls from the clingy confines of the cotton briefs.
"Oh," Barbara gasped, seeing the size, the throbbing, pulse-pounding extent of his erection his ballsac heaving and bobbing, the ovoids inside writhing in turmoil. She took the shaft of his cock in her hand and turned it gently upward, forcing it flat along his trim belly so she could see the underside of it, the ridge line of demarcation dividing the fat, blood-filled shaft. "Does it hurt here, dear?" she asked, prodding his dick with her other hand, testing its possibilities as she did. "Or here?" She lifted his balls and cupped them warmly, squeezing them possessively. "Or here?" She snaked her fingers beneath his balls and stroked over the tiny puckered sweat-slick ring of his anus.