Filthy Doctor(9)

Then came the day that Lucy asked me to take out my cock so she could feel it. We were in the back of my dad’s old car, parked at a spot near the lake where the kids went to drink and screw. She didn’t have to ask me twice. My cock was already hard as a rock and screaming to be set free. I lifted my ass off the seat and shimmied my jeans down my legs as Lucy watched with eyes wide, licking her lips in anticipation. Her fingers tentatively wrapped around my cock, which was long and thick. When she lowered her lips to my cock head and swirled her tongue around the slit, I blew my load all over her face. I was horrified when she looked up with cum dripping off her chin and coating her lips and her hand, even as she continued to slowly work her hand up and down my cock.

“Shit, Lucy, I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t be,” she said with a smile. She wiped the cum from her chin with two fingers, then stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked the cum off. She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Now, it’s my turn.”

I had no self-control back then. The first time I saw Lucy’s pink pussy up close, with the blond curls surrounding her perfect glistening lips, I nearly blew my load again. The first time my fingers spread her lips and my tongue probed deep inside her, I couldn’t control my orgasm. I came in my pants again. Lucy smiled and moaned as her juices gushed into my mouth: hot, tangy, salty, wonderful.

Then came the night that Lucy said we could go all the way. I didn’t know it, but she had convinced her mom to put her on birth control pills several months before, arguing that it would help ease her terrible menstrual cramps (uh, okay). We had been experimenting for months and had become experts in making each other cum. I knew every inch of Lucy’s body and what buttons to push, and she knew mine. Now, Lucy declared, it was time to put up or shut up. We were going to fuck and that was that. Needless to say, she got no argument from me.

I picked her up in my dad’s car and we drove to the lake. We made out for a few minutes with a little hasty foreplay, then the clothes came off and we were ready to do the deed. My cock was like a steel pipe as Lucy’s hand stroked up and down the shaft. Her pussy was like a hot well as my fingers slid in and out covered in her juices.

“Lie down,” she said as her hand kept milking me. I was a tall kid, thankfully the car was on old Chrysler with a huge back seat, so we had plenty of room. I lay down on the seat with my head against the door and Lucy maneuvered herself on top of me. I held my cock steady as she lowered her pussy onto it. I bit my lip, determined not to cum the second I felt her pussy hole touching the head of my cock. We’d been having sex for months and I had learned to control it a little better, but I’d never slid into a wet pussy before. I held my breath and prayed for control.

“Oh… god…” Lucy moaned as she lowered her hole onto the head of my cock. I was big and we both knew all of me couldn’t fit inside her. Being the mathematical genius that she was, I was sure Lucy had made all the calculations in her mind (the average depth of a woman’s vagina is 4 to 6 inches, which meant only 40 to 60% of my 10-inch cock would fit inside her). She held onto the back of the seat and slowly let the head of my cock slip inside her. I could feel her young pussy stretching to accommodate my girth, then suctioning tight around the shaft. I thought I was going to cum, but I bit down hard on my lip and tried to focus on my breathing. I put my hands on her hips to help steady her descent. We stared into each other’s eyes. I heard her breath out as she lowered herself an inch, then another. Then she gasped when the tip of my cock hit her hymen.

“Let me do it,” she whispered. I nodded and kept biting my lip. The feeling of her hot pussy gripping my cock like a thousand tiny fingers was almost more than I could stand. My fingers flexed on her hips. I resisted the urge to just grab her and impale her on my cock.

“Slow…” she moaned, sensing my urgency. I felt her lift off me just a bit, then she let her hips come down quickly. I felt the hymen tear and warmness wash over me. Lucy gasped and froze for a moment as the pain went through her.

“You okay?” I asked.

She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Yes…” she sighed, eyes closed. “Just let me do it.”

Slowly, she started to slide her pussy up and down the length of my shaft, pulling her hips back until the head reached her hole, then sliding back down to take in the first four or five inches. I dug my fingers into her hips and closed my eyes. I had never felt anything so amazing. Her mouth and hands had milked my cock many times before, but that was nothing like the sensation of having her tight pussy suctioning to me. I could feel her hot juices flowing from her pussy, coating the portion of my cock that wouldn’t fit inside her. My hands went to her tits and I kneaded her thick nipples between my fingers and I massaged her breasts. It was a pivotal moment of my life. I could still close my eyes today and replay every detail in my mind.

“Oh… god… Calvin…” Lucy moaned and dug her fingers into my chest. “I’m going to cum…” The pain of losing her virginity was gone now, replaced by an intense pleasure that was driving her to increase the motion of her hips. She started hammering her pussy onto me. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her innermost wall. I watched her face, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, twisted in pleasure. “God… Calvin… cum with me…”

Yes! Thank you, Jesus! I grabbed onto her hips and closed my eyes and grunted like a pig as I shot my load into her, filling her with what must have been a gallon of cum. We jerked and twitched and panted and moaned for what seemed like minutes, although the whole thing was probably over in seconds. Afterward, she collapsed in my arms and we lay there sweating all over each other, filling my dad’s car with the smell of our sex.

“That was amazing,” she said, still struggling to catch her breath. Her fingers tickled my nipple and she gazed up to see if I was smiling. I was, like a happy kid ready to take a nap. “Was that okay for you?”

“That was… unreal,” I said, sighing through the words. I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Lucy.” I didn’t think about it. I just said it, because I really did love her and it felt like the right time to say it.

“I love you, too, Calvin,” she said as her hand slid down my stomach. Her fingers went around my gooey cock. She gave it a playful tug and smiled when it started to grow in her hand. “And I love what you do to me.”

“Good,” I said, feeling my young cock getting hard again (there’s no such thing as rest between orgasms for teenage boys). “Let’s do it again.”





Chapter 9: Lucy





“Wow, what a small world it is,” Ed said as he sat behind his desk sipping his coffee like the Mad Hatter. “Who knew my rising star would have history with my new executive producer. I mean, what are the odds?”

“History?” Cole echoed, giving me a sideways smile. “Yes, I guess you could say that we have history. Wouldn’t you say, Lucy?”

Ed looked at me with his eyebrows arched in anticipation. I knew what he was thinking. He was hoping that it was good history and not bad history. Cole had told him we were high school sweethearts, but he didn’t tell him how things ended between us. I didn’t bother telling him that the only thing that tore me and Calvin Walker apart was his dad getting transferred in the middle of our senior year, literally two weeks after we gave each other our virginities. I was devastated that Calvin was moving back to some base in freakin’ California. Calvin was devastated, as well, but he was a guy. Emotions came secondary to him. He was sad to be leaving the girl he loved, but he was sadder to be leaving the girl he was now regularly fucking. It was okay. I knew how boys thought. It wasn’t that big of a deal. My heart was breaking either way.

We had sex three more times before he moved away. The last time was in my bed on a Saturday afternoon while my folks were at my little brother’s softball game. It was the first time we’d ever been in a bed together and I loved the feeling of lying there with his strong arms wrapped around me. And unlike the first time we’d made love where things were done quickly and awkwardly and with a sense of urgency, we made love slowly and passionately, like adults, both knowing that it would be the last time we ever made love, but the one time hopefully we’d both remember forever. I certainly did.

After Calvin moved away, we tried to stay in touch, but it was hard. We emailed and chatted, and called each other when we could. He was an entire country away, and when I was accepted to Stanford and he was accepted to UCLA, the distance between us just seemed to grow. The last conversation we had was short, sweet, and to the point. To his credit, Calvin allowed me to be the one to end it. I love you, but the distance is too great. I need to focus on school now. You need to do the same. We should probably date other people. Okay. Have a good life. Bye.

And that was it. That was the end of our brief, passionate relationship. He moved on and so did I. Seventeen years had passed and now, as fate would have it, I was sitting next to that boy who was now a man. A remarkable looking man, who looked like a magazine ad and smelled like Aramis. And I was now a grown woman who couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to fuck him again after all these years.