After seeing Wayne off to his plane, Cheri drove right from the airport to the offices of their family doctor, David Kay. She had called from the airport phone booth for an appointment.
"Cheri," the handsome young doctor said, after he had performed an examination, "how long has it been since you lost your virginity?"
Fear flooded her face and she started to sit up on the table. "Listen, Doctor, that's what I wanted to come here for… but my mother…"
"Don't worry," he smiled, "I won't mention it to your mother."
"About six months ago," she lied.
"You're a little young, you know," he said, not looking directly at her as he spoke.
She decided to be open with him. "Maybe to get pregnant, but not to fuck."
She thought she saw him smile, and the tone in his voice lightened. "Well, you're not pregnant, Cheri. I can tell you that. But if you must go on having relations, I think you should be taking something."
"You mean you'll give me something?"
"If you want."
Suddenly, she wanted to confide in him, and without meaning to, she let it all come out.
"Do you know how I feel?" she blurted. "Didn't you see the way my pussy sucked at your hand? Don't you understand? I've only been fucked by one man, but I want more. I want lots more!" Tears started to ooze out of the corners of her eyes in anguish. "I can't help it. I dream about fucking, and cocks, all the time! I want it… and I need it!"
She expected a hot reprisal back from him, but he only smiled. It was a nice warm smile.
"In that case," he said, his eyes roaming over her partly clad body, "I think I should give you a prescription for birth control pills."
He moved around the table as he spoke, and stood next to her.
"You mean you're not going to preach at me?" she asked.
"No, quite the opposite," he said. "You are uncommonly mature."
"I don't understand."
"You will," he smiled. It was a warm smile and it filled her with warmth. "As you grow older, you'll understand." So saying, he reached over and smoothed a lock of her hair away from her forehead.
Instinctively, Cheri reached up to grasp and squeeze his arm in friendship. The back of her hand brushed the front of his trousers. His cock was rock-hard, extending in a bulging line clear up to his belt.
He seemed flustered at her discovery and tried to step backward. She grasped his cock and held him tightly.
"Lock the door," she whispered.
"What?"
"Lock the door!"
He shook his head in wonderment, but did as she asked.
"Now drop your pants and your shorts! Let me see your cock."
"Cheri… I…" the young doctor stammered.
"I want your cock. I want every inch of it up my hot cunt! I want to be fucked, Doctor. I mean, I want to be really fucked!"
He needed no further urging. His prick was rampant at the sound of her words and the subtle movements of her luscious body. Quickly, he took out his cock and placed his cockhead where his fingers had already been. He thrust with a grunt and pleasure-filled moan. Ramming himself all the way into her creamy pussy-hole, he began fucking her with all the strength in his body.
Cheri moaned, groaned, and bucked beneath him, her ass mashing against the table with the thrill of a new and different cock inside her cunt. Her pussy was full of thick, jabbing cockmeat and she loved it.
Her hips moved up and down in heaving rhythm to his hard jolting thrusts into her spongy wetness. Her widening pussy-gash was lubricating freely as it took the full power of his cock's swollen length.
She began rotating her ass to hunch her cunt up in delicious wantonness. Her body arched sharply up to his lunging groin. Tremors leaped through the soft round slope of her belly as he slapped it repeatedly with his own.
She loved it, loved it even more than with Wayne. She loved it because it was new, different, more dangerous, and more exciting.
"More! More!" she urged. "Give me more! Give me all you've got!"
He looked down at her, his eyes widening in awe. He knew he had a good, large cock, and he was giving her all of it, but still it was not enough for this child-woman who turned him on so much.
Her beautiful young body arched and shuddered. Her mouth screamed curses, urging him to greater heights. Her hands pulled at him, slithering over his sweaty hips and pounding ass cheeks. She held tightly to him as he reamed out a passage in her belly's soft hot groove.
Her nipples skidded across his heaving chest and her tits were flattened and squashed outward like big white satin-covered pillows by his driving weight.
"Yes, yes!" she groaned as he strained and clamped her rounded, sweaty asscheeks in both hands, his fingers digging cruelly into the bulging masses of flesh.
Pulling hard as he fucked, he pressed her soft pink and white body against his and pounded it in a frenzied sexual intensity. His legs and thighs strained. His cock slipped in and out with slurping noises. His lurching asscheeks bunched into tight, hard balls of muscle.
Cheri was wearing him down. He gasped and panted, pounding himself into the moist warmth of her pussy. His glazed eyes watched her contorted face and the way her big tits trembled and quivered and jumped all over her chest. Every inch of his big pole of a cock ground steadily into her hole, pounding what seemed to be the very core of her womb.
And still she screamed for more.
He dropped himself onto her with a sudden lurch that brought strained gasps from both of them. He wallowed on the flopping mountains of her chest, the silky-skinned cushions of her heaving tits.
Then he shot off what felt like a gallon of hot steaming cum up into her waiting, writhing, still-grasping cunt. Seconds later, he pushed himself up from her and looked down.
"Cheri, I've never had such a fuck."
"Is that all?" was her only answer.
Gasping in anger, he rolled away from her. "No normal man will ever satisfy you, Cheri. You need the biggest, hardest, fattest, longest cock in the world."
"Yes, yes, I'd like that," she said and began rubbing her pussy.
CHAPTER THREE
The following afternoon, Cheri called Bobby. "Bobby, I've got a way to slip out. I've got to see you."
"All right. Where?"
"Tonight. Your place."
"Jesus, Cheri, that's…" But she had already hung up.
Bobby's spirits soared. Oh God, he thought, maybe tonight he would get to really fuck her! After dinner, he paced the living room floor until he heard the knock on the door.
"Jesus, Cheri, you look like a hippie," he said, when he saw her standing there.
"I know," she giggled. "I just felt kinky tonight." She moved past him and turned. "Well, are you just going to stand there?"
Bobby moved closer to her and, hesitantly, put his hand over her lush tits. She responded immediately, nestling in close to him. She wanted his body, his cock.
"Do you want me, Bobby?"
"Of course I want you."
"No, I mean, right now. Do you want me sexually, that's what I mean."
"Yeah, yeah, I want you."
"Then undress me!"
He undressed her slowly, hesitantly, feeling his cock rise as her luscious body became bare to his gaze. He peeled the peasant-style blouse off her, and there were her tits, bare beneath, no bra confining their beauty. He bent over, kissed each swelling nipple. Cheri made a little throaty sound of pleasure.
The jeans were cut fly-front. He unzipped and unbuttoned them and got her out of them. He rolled her flimsy panties down over her hips, past her knees, and she kicked them into the middle of the room. Completely naked now, she pressed herself against him. Bobby put his mouth hungrily to each of her tits in turn, running his tongue over the satiny skin. A small moan escaped her lips.