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Anything But Routine (Priscilla x Volero)

His cock standing at attention, eventually drawn up less than a foot in front of Grace's burning visage, Anthony was at once amused and intrigued by the panoply on reactions through her glazed hazel eyes. They scanned right over its stiff shape, seemingly unable to tear themselves away from it, her mouth falling softly open and briefly struggling with words. With him stepping up beside her, some fearful instinct had her tilting her head and neck away - her eyes nevertheless still fixed on his swollen glans. She worked slowly, seemingly lightheaded, through the syllables "cuh... ock", blinking rapidly as her soft gasps came close to brushing straight along his tip. And if she had complained earlier about her own fingers not being sufficient to excite herself, she very suddenly seemed to be getting the hang of it - Anthony's eyes scanning down to finger her small digits playing rougher, faster, through her own wet pink folds, legs falling open over her crevice as she teased it. He'd had to teach her the name of his male organ, but already, it seemed, her body knew that she wanted it.

Through her growing excitement and agitation, words were spilling out from Grace's mouth again, question after silly question falling out of her through her soft breaths of arousal as she teased herself. One question, though, was prescient enough: "Do you rub it to cumming?" Smiling again, Anthony's hand drew away from around his shaft, leaving it to throb openly in front of her, his palm slipping forward to softly wrap around her flushed cheek, his thumb teasing down along her quivering bottom lip.

"Hm... I think you're starting to catch on," he told her. Even now, with his stiff cock and her whole, tingling body bared in front of each other, he was dancing around what would ultimately come of this sordid situation. But he was so enjoying guiding Grace through this, leaving her in the dark about key details just to throw her headlong into their results, that he knew it could wait. Right now, watching her lips quiver beneath him while her lower lips did much of the same against her own touch, there was yet one more thing he wanted to guide her through.

"We're not done yet here, Grace," he told her, his ominous words accompanied by his hand wrapping tighter around her cheek, pulling her face up closer beneath his twitching head. "I'd like to show you something that a woman can do for a man, when his cock is... like this." He worked her head into the best angle he could make out along the raised curve of the examination table, his cock by now hanging just in front of her lips, her breaths tracing straight onto his head. "...hold your mouth open, and try to keep your jaw relaxed. And if you possibly can, don't stop with your fingers on your pussy."

With these possibly not very helpful instructions, his hand slid up to take a gentle hold through her ashy-blonde hair. Holding her in place as he, slowly yet forcefully, slipped the head of his cock straight past her lips. His hips grinding forward, he felt her tongue already start to plant down underneath, her virginal wet mouth already starting to stretch and gasp around him. His eyes bore straight down into hers, watching for her reactions. Trying to guide her nonverbally through this very first blowjob through her young mouth.
 
Dr. Antony’s hand was really warm as it touched her cheek, and commanded her attention as he plucked at her bottom lip. She looked up at him only briefly when he did this, but returned to gawk at his long worm like rod protruding from his pants quickly. It was a strange looking thing, like a mushroom that had grown very long. It was thick, and at its bottom was a sack of some sort. She peered at her own parts that she played with, admiring the differences and wondering what God had intended when he made a cuh-ock.

She slid her fingers lower on her maidenhood out of curiosity, it felt good (though not as good as when Dr. Anthony examined her), but it also felt different, rather than some folds it felt almost like the rim of a hole. She stoked the rim a moment before putting her finger in slightly, and it was like a new feeling, she had to let out a gasp when she did it. Though distracted by the ecstasy she still had not put together the rod and its sheath in her mind.

Dr. Anthony still was not finished it seemed, Grace amazed at how much she needed to learn about her body. She felt the exam table being adjusted under her, and his soothing hand bringing her face closer to his rod. Grace was somewhat uncomfortable being so close to it, a weird instinct that made her get butterflies when she thought about it. So distracted she was by staring at the looming cock she half heard the doctor’s explanation of what was next.

“Is this part of the ex-!!!!’” She gasped as the cock plunged into her mouth unexpectedly. Her hands shot up from pussy, still wet with her fluids, pushing back now against his abdomen which rocked into her and thrust his manhood deeper. She fought to back up away from it, but every time she tried timidly he just pressed more, the large veiny bottom of his penis running along her tongue. Grace gagged fiercely the more he pushed in, her eyes wide in fear as Dr. Anthony taught her what she could do for a man’s “sexual arousal” cuh-ock.

She saw him looking down on her, a grin on his face as he thrusted. Between the gags she tried to tell herself this was part of the exam and that she should be trusting Dr. Anthony… this was just like a shot right?
 
Like he perhaps should have expected, Anthony felt Grace's mouth immediately tense around him, a frightful gasp vibrating around him, which had the effect of swallowing him deeper along the back of her tongue, provoking a gag that visibly flexed through her thin throat. Her eyes darted about wildly, hands rising from her pussy to flail back onto his abdomen. For a moment, the doctor felt a pang of guilt as he watched, felt, her frightful, unprepared reaction to a hard cock through her virginal mouth. For this at least, maybe he could have explained things better, given her more time to reckon with what he wanted from her.

But as he drew back from her throat, still wedged deep along her tongue, he felt her breaths, her little tittering whimpers around him, ever-so gradually begin to soften. She rapidly blinked as she looked back up into his eyes, her gaze frightened... but no longer quite consumed by that fear. Wedged in her mouth as he still was, she wasn't trying to spit him back out. Still so utterly trusting of the doctor who forced himself onto her like this... and really, how else was she going to learn to give head than by the experience that he could help guide her through?

"Hah... like I said, Grace," he whispered over her, eye contact unbroken, making sure she absorbed every syllable. "Try and relax your mouth and jaw... I'm going to dip deeper." A few more seconds' pause after these words, his cock still throbbing between her wet tongue and the roof of her mouth, before his hips dragged forward again. Bit by bit, he was slowly working his way through the girl's mouth, tracing out further and further lengths along her tongue. His grinding came through her mouth in steady, searching movements; a proper first-time blowjob. By turns, his thrusting turned faster, feeling her tongue start to writhe with exertion beneath him. And the lustful gaze he bore down over her surely conveyed his approval for what she was doing for him. He was approaching the back of her throat again; naturally, he felt her gagging starting to flare up again, but he couldn't resist the forceful sensation, watching her eyes bug out the more he worked her around him.

Soon enough, though, he was finally, slowly, withdrawing from her mouth, his length handily coated with her saliva, a string of it dripping down onto her chin. He gave her a solid 30 seconds to cough in her breaths beneath him, nude petite body leaning into her herself, a shaking running through her limbs, her small tits heaving as her slender belly pulled in air. Her thighs pressing together over her folds that still glistened with her wetness. Now, he began to think, was as good a time as any to finally introduce her to the real thing.

"Hm, you're doing good, Grace. Very good," he plied her with approving words. "I think you're ready by now... for what all of this was building up to."
 
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Grace’s tongue toyed with the mushroom like head of the doctor’s manhood for a moment, gradually relaxing as she explored it through feel. She was curious about the bulbous head of it, running her tongue from its tip and over the ridge that connected it to the shaft. It had a sort of bounce to it as her tongue pressed against it, Grace found it more and more interesting as the doctor pulled back some.

This sort of exam was enjoyable as well. Though she noted to herself that she liked it when he touched her more. She relaxed her hands from his abdomen, running them down until they traced around the base of his rod and finally ended up on the sack between his leg. The curious girl toyed with it gently, running her finger along its tough surface and feeling the two balls within it gently. The doctor had a strange tool, and she wondered if all doctors had the same thing.

As Dr. Anthony explained he was going to go deeper Grace nodded as much as she could, sort of giving a “mmmhmmm” around his cock in her mouth. She felt him pressing forward, her heart beginning to pick up pace again as she let her tongue fall over the ridge of that mushroom head once more. But as he neared the back of her mouth Grace heaved, the member hitting a point that she couldn't take it. But it was then the doctor retreated entirely, leaving Grace to cough in the face of his rod.

But that was not it according to the doctor. Saliva on her lips she looked up at him wondering.

“Building up to?” Her cute curious look shining even more now as she gained all this experience.
 
His cock throbbing with stimulation in front of her panting lips, the cool air of the room smarting against her saliva coating him, Anthony met Grace's eyes again that still peered up at him so trustingly, with such cute excitement, as she curiously asked him what would come next. Even for his rough treatment before, he had felt how her inexperienced tongue had started to explore lovingly around his cock, tracing the sensitive ridge that led from the underside of his glans to his shaft, little mirthful breaths from her lips vibrating around him. Those soft fingers of hers tracing up to start exploring along his hanging balls. Even with her inexperience, the repression she'd been brought up under, her true desires were starting to bubble up to the surface, it seemed. And as he started to shift himself over her again, it only felt right to finally take those desires to their apex.

"That's right, Grace," he whispered over her. "What it was building up to... the reason why I'm this hard, and why you're so wet..." His hand wrapped within her sticky wet thigh, suddenly spreading her open, pulling her around to sit upright on the examination table, legs splayed over her virgin cunt, her hair down below slightly matted with her arousal. He then gripped tighter over both of her thighs, leaving her to fall back onto the table, her taut little ass cheeks slightly dipping over the edge. Before he finally climbed between her thighs, though, one more precaution occurred to him, his eyes moving over to her white, wet panties still bundled on the side table.

"... you might need a little help, though, keeping your moans quiet." These brief words the only explanation given as he picked the wadded cotton up, slipping himself between her spread thighs before he stuffed the panties straight into her open, whimpering mouth, pressing them down along her tongue. He watched her eyes flutter back towards his; hopefully, she wouldn't need instruction not to spit them back out.

"Now then," he breathed out at long last. Both hands wrapped along her thighs, angling her pelvis up towards his, her pink folds coming close to spreading open over her tiny little entrance. His cock pressed forward, the glans slipping within her tight, hot petals. His grinding slow at first, exploratory, his eyes scanning back up along her limber, submissive little body, before finding her face again. Glowing red, her breaths making her lips mash together over the cotton through her mouth. It was all too much for him, his cock starting to press forward harder, feeling her burning walls start to stretch onto his head.

"Mm... this might sting a little," he warned her through his smile. A cliched doctor's warning for what was about to come - his cock grinding forward with another, harsher thrust, approaching her virginal barrier. And with yet one more thrust - he felt it breaking around him, sending an instant, clenching pulse through her walls, rattling up into her body that squirmed uncontrollably onto the table. He held himself inside her, his movements paused while her clenching gradually subsided. And then he started to slowly grind through her again, searching out through her deflowered cunt.

"...this is called 'sex'. Sexual intercourse," he breathed over her. That one word that at last tied all the others, every experience he'd shown her through, together. "Or 'fucking'," he added with another smile, his movements already starting to climb up faster. "And don't worry - it only hurts like this the very first time. Soon enough, it should start to feel... good."
 
As Dr. Anthony stuffed her panties into her mouth, looked at him in shock, unsure if her cooperation could continue as easily when he did such a brash thing. Something about that action felt off to her, like it was not a normal examination. Yet as he spun her around and used his strong hands to open her legs, she still timidly cooperated, looking up at him in fear as he continued his typical explanation.

When the doctor came between her legs is when the pieces of the puzzle began to come together. Her small hole she had never explored before, a man’s long cuh-ock that was like a worm. Perhaps things were not as innocent in the ways she taught, perhaps “jesus delivers babys” was just a metaphor kids were told, and now that she was a woman the truth would be put into her… literally.

She felt his tip between her labia, tears watering up in her eyes as she kept still. Grace did not know what he meant by it would sting at that time, she was more focused on the ache that his penis caused as it stretched her opening. Yet as he began to move his hips a loud whimper would escape her, muffled by her panties in her mouth. Tears running down her face she shook her head feverishly, hoping he would stop.

Instead, with a swift push he deflowered her, and her scream under the gag she consumed was shrill, her tears wetting the paper on the exam table as she held onto the doctor’s wrists tightly, digging in her nails. She struggled with her mouth, using her tongue to push the panties out, spitting them out on the table after a few long moments. Loud gasps erupting from her as she caught her breath. He was just sitting in her, his large manhood stretching her in stillness as she squirmed around it. Grace looked upon him in pain and fear, instinctually trying to spread open her legs more to give his cock more room.

“Doctor that hurt.” She said through the tears. Her whimpers and gasps continued. For the most part she kept quiet, knowing the doctor didn’t want her to be loud for some reason.
“Did… I have to lose that now… now that I am an adult?”

She felt him start to grind forward albeit more gently. Her mouth opened again with a slightly more pleasant whimper. Grace looked down at his cock fucking her, she observed it going in and out as her breathing got heavy. But what shocked her was the slight blood on it, she looked at Dr. Anthony startled.
 
Slick as her naked, heated slit still was, Anthony could feel Grace start to stretch unthinkably tight around him the moment his head pressed into her. Her limbs stiffened along with her clench, hands wrapping onto his thick wrists with her nails starting to dig in, tears welling up in her eyes that fixed confusedly onto his, lips morphing indignantly around the panties wadded between them. He could almost feel pity for the teen girl beneath him, losing her virginity to him in these... questionable circumstances - that pity nonetheless filtering up through the lust he drove into her, feeling her own naive lust burning onto him.

A heavy grunt fell out of him with the thrust that tore through her inner barrier, watching her body clench all over, a shriek from her lips scarcely muffled by the wetted cotton - before her lips and tongue worked up to spit the panties onto the table beside her, instantly releasing her breathy gasps into the air, her wild eyes flaring back up to his as tears dotted her cheeks. And yet, even through all the fear and torment she beamed back up to him, he could still look down and see her legs fanning open around his hips, possibly planting themselves wider as they trembled. Smiling at this, he looked back up to her face as she whimpered out, planting her lips back together between each breathy word. Fearfully asking him about the sensation he'd just sent through her.

"Agh... well..." he slowly began, words coming back to him after her clenching folds had started to relax. He watched her gaze wandering down between them, eyeing over his cock splitting her open, mouth falling open at the thin streaks of blood along his shaft. "What you just lost... was a thin little membrane within your vagina. Called a 'hymen'." Now that he'd started to properly fuck her, it seemed almost absurd to go back to the little 'lessons'. Still though, meeting her eyes again as he started to grind, watching her gasp and her eyelids waver, his words continued. "That's what my cock just tore through, where that blood came from... I just took your virginity, Grace."

With the slow, steady thrusts he now drove into her, Anthony listened to her gasps trilling up louder. Slowly, they were losing the inflection of pain, starting to resemble again her gasps at the teasing of her clit. His right hand gradually pulled away from her desperate grasp, reaching down to find her panties again, already sodden with her spit. He gave her little time to react before shoving the wadded cotton straight past her lips again, deeper along her tongue.

"Don't spit these out again," he instructed her. And as if to reinforce the point, his hand pulled back from her muffled lips, only to a lay a quick, soft, yet noticeable slap along her flushed cheek, watching her eyes flutter at the sudden roughness. "I'm going to fuck you harder." True to his word as his hand slid back up to wrap within her soft ashy-blonde hair, gripping and holding her downward along the table's edge, his hips starting to drive into her, forcing her cunt to stretch more and more with each new depth he carved out of her. And even if her gasps were now muffled, the wet sounds of their coupling started to fill out the room in their stead.
 
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The slap made Grace’s eyes go wide, her already desperate expression becoming more fearful as he began to get rougher, shoving the panties back in her mouth and grabbing her hair starkly with his hands. It felt a bit claustrophobic to her to be choking on this cloth, and she wished there was some way she did not have to do that part. Yet as he ground into her in a much more stiffer fashion she was distracted from her mouth for a short moment as his cock drove into new depths never before touched by anyone.

He was her first man, and as he began to talk about virginity and losing and the whole concept of what was happening she began to think back to sunday school and how some of the girl’s teachers said that you are supposed to lose your virginity to your husband. vaguely remembering some sort of old fashioned show where it was suggested marrying a doctor was desirable she began to wonder if this meant Dr. Anthony was going to be her husband.

She took some comfort in his stiff thrusts and pulling of her hair due to that thought, her hands running up to his back as he rubbed it tenderly as if the act he was giving her was in some way loving. She felt him continue to leave and enter him, and while the pain was still slightly there Grace felt almost empty when he pulled back and comforted as he filled her with his member.

Again she struggled to get the panties out of her mouth as her hips began to rock with his instinctively with each hump he gave her. She could feel his mushroom tip sliding along her vagina and against her cervix as her tongue once again pushed out the wad of cloth.

Grace kept her noises subtle this time, knowing that Dr. Anthony didn’t want her to be loud and disturb the other patients. She instead only gasped very subtly, and smiled up at what she thought to now be her future husband.

“Doctor Anthony… ahh.” She whispered as she began to expressly enjoy each thrust that stretched her out to fit her mate’s cock.
“Thank you…” she smiled at him with a whisper. “I’m sorry I just don’t like the panties… ah… in my mouth.” The girl spread her legs and adjusted her lower half’s position again. All the fear had begun to leave her as she looked up at her protector and felt him pass her labia with his length again.
“Are you going to put a baby in me?” Grace gad begun to put two and two together about what this ritual was about. But instead of being fearful at the question she only smiled at him, all too eager to let him sow her fields.
 
His groaning face held close over Grace's beneath him, Anthony watched her lips work to once again spit the ruined panties out from her lips. One hand still grasped through her hair, and the other slid closer along her writhing thin arm, ready to clamp over her mouth in case she got too loud; so far, though, her sounds were kept down to soft little whimpers. Moreso, anyway, he found his attention lingering intimately over her expressions - the fluttering through her eyelids each time his cock slid through her, the way her thin neck curled upwards in tandem with her hips against him, muffled sounds visibly tensing through her. And as he'd spoken to her again, the smiling that began to brighten at her lips, her gaze wavering up to find his. Some flash of recognition had run through her eyes - perhaps the word "virginity" forged some connection in her mind at long last. She was thanking him... and then she was asking if he would put a baby in her, the words almost bashful from her lips. His cock only throbbed harder inside her as she said it.

"Hah... you've figured it out, huh?" he breathed through his own twisted smile. And as if to reward her for it, his face slowly leaned forward - all at once planting a kiss onto her lips. This first kiss, after he'd already popped her cherry, feeling her moaning breaths tickle out onto his lips, the sensation drawing him in to start grinding his hips faster, letting his cock pound right onto her cervix and forcing another tight gasp out of her against his kiss. Whatever virginal tightness she'd had left seemed to disappear into simple, excited pulsing around him, her wetness by now coating his every inch. Her small form shook into the table, and as he pulled back from the kiss, his free hand suddenly clasped down onto her mouth, muffling whatever moans threatened to escape her.

"Mm... I'm about to cum inside you, Grace. You'll be getting pregnant for your first time." The words groaning out of him in the heated moment, his cock climbing up higher inside of her as he spoke them. Though of course, he couldn't allow that for real - and out of sight in the cabinets across the room were all manner of contraceptives to keep it from happening. But seeing the way Grace's eyes teemed up at him at the thought, and the way her cunt pulsed and clenched around him, already trying to milk him for that release, it somehow seemed right to allow her to believe it for the moment.
 
His lips touching hers were electrifying, her heart beat faster as she shared yet another first with Dr. Anthony as he slid in and out of her smoothly. Grace felt so good, the best in her life. But of course she expected as much from the man who would put a baby in her, her excitement that she came of age to be bred like this almost instinctual.

As his hand clasped over her mouth she let him, total submission to what he wanted to do wither her body as he muffled any noise leaving her mouth. Still enjoying the last tingles of her own orgasim she felt him continoue to ride her, the i side of her legs sore from his thrusting.

When he announced he was about to come she smiled from under his hand, her eyes watching him above her move back and forth as she felt him between the lips of her labia and deep inside her. Though she only managed a slight nod a muffled
“I would like that.” Came from the girl as she was all too happy to let him do whatever inside her, unsure if this was he final act of making a baby.
 
Those muffled words from behind his clasping fingers - "I would like that" - coupled with her glowing, trusting eyes looking up at him, her slit pulsing alive around him; all of it made Anthony's cock climb up almost too quickly to that release inside her, his thrusting turning ragged against her shaking nude body. Eyes glued down onto hers, he let himself fall completely into the sensation - with one last hard thrust, already feeling his length start to throb, he buried himself right up to the hilt inside the girl beneath him, thrusting brought down to slow, sensuous grinding against her deepest barrier. His hand wrapped along her mouth pressed her face sharply into the table's headrest underneath her hair. And with it all, his release came jutting out inside of her, each strand of it coating onto her cervix, then scraping along her deep inner walls. Low, groaning breaths fell out of him above her, feeling her gasping, her burning cheeks, against his hand almost as keenly as he felt her cunt pulse around him, coaxing out every last bit of his seed within her fertile little self.

A blankness had passed through his mind with the plateau of orgasm, holding himself within it as the sensation slowly winded down. Only as he felt the very pulse of his cock did his attention round back onto Grace, onto her expression peeking out from underneath his hand. Slowly, through the two of them catching their quiet breaths, did it finally begin to return to him, what he'd just done within the past half-hour or so: how he'd been assigned to this attractive young lady, discovered her shocking sexual naivete... and used his doctor's authority over her to deflower her, to finesse her into the most twisted of sexual awakenings. And, perhaps most cruelly, to let her think that she was about to carry his child. Even as this understanding returned to him, though, his eyes still found themselves wandering along her slender naked outlines, his spent cock still feeling her quiver around him. Not quite allowing himself to feel the full import of what he'd just done.

Slowly, his hand withdrew from Grace's mouth, letting her calming breaths keen back out into the open air, those eyes still beaming with misplaced affection up at him. His cock, too, slowly withdrew from within her relaxing insides - and as his eyes raked over her, he could already make out bits of his cum streaking out from within her swollen labia. He met her eyes again before softly drawing a hand up along her scalp, tilting her face downward, bending her forward just a bit until he could sense her eyes registering the sight between her thighs. Might as well, he began to think, let her stay wrapped up in this moment just a bit longer before he let the other shoe finally drop.

"Hm... and that's what a man's cum looks like," he told her, forcing a smile as he met her gaze again, before letting her relax fully back onto the exam table. "That twitching you felt... that was my orgasm. And letting it happen inside you like that, is how you get pregnant." Letting her stay on this final bit of sex-ed before he began to walk over towards the cabinets on the room's other side, reaching down to gingerly pull his spent, stained cock back within his trousers. Eyes cast away from Grace behind him, he pulled open one or two drawers before finding what he was looking for: the single-serving packs of emergency contraceptive.

"That is... unless you have the means to prevent it."
 
Grace felt the fluid filling her, an awkward feeling at first, yet as she let him pulse inside her it was warm. The way he held her as he came, the way his rod throbbed inside of her as her tight walls clenched. She could certainly see the temptation of this, why people do this more often. Yet at the time of her pleasure she did not feel guilt, only warmth as Dr. Anthony nestled his hand over her mouth tightly,

He lifted her head up to let her see what he had done, his cock exiting almost like a cork as she felt his seed spew out of her and on to the exam table. Her cheeks were red with comfort as she tried to hold his hand again, she admired his big strong manhood glistening in their fluids as she retracted from her.

Exhausted she lay her head back on the exam pillow, her legs wide as she let her pussy release all that it had gathered, her arms and legs weak from the effort they spent together.

As the Dr. fumbled through the cabinet she heard his words about how she was going to get pregnant, how what he did to her would fertilize her womb. Yet then she was confused as his suggestion turned to preventing that very action.

Sitting her upper half up, propped up by her arms she inquisitively looked at Dr. Anthony.
“But why? Why prevent it?” She put a hand on her stomach, then down to her pussy to feel the cum flowing out of it.
Smiling, she looked at Dr. Anthony, the young girl a more relaxed version of herself than walked in the door that day. She had finally been fulfilled that day, like never before.

“I want it to happen, and I uh… want it to keep happening.” She pondered through all of Dr. Anthony’s words to her in that exam room.

Slipping off the exam table, the nude girl went to her knees on the floor, positioning herself in front of the doctor as she followed tit for tat what her years of pent up sexuality wanted her to do. Bringing her lips to Dr. Anthony, she kissed the outside of his pants above his cock, her hands coming up to release him from his coverings once more as they grasped at his zipper.

“I… I… want more.” Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at him with eyes that did not belong to the same Grace that lived in ignorance these past years.
 
His fingers retrieving the pack of morning-after pills, cracking one out of its foil, Dr. Anthony wasn't quite paying attention to Grace's words behind him. He took in her whining tone, sure, expecting her to be at least slightly upset by what his words had implied. But with his back turned to her, he didn't see the look that lingered through the deflowered girl's eyes, the dazed smile still cresting at her lips. Only the sound of her softly thudding to the floor began to clue him in, turning himself around to ask her what was wrong - only to find her naked self on her knees in front of him, that filmy gaze lingering halfway between his stunned expression and his crotch in front of her. Which her lips suddenly lavished over, kissing the outline of his spent cock and drawing a shocked breath from him, slipping out of him harder as her hands fumbled with the zipper. Instantly, she had his flaccid member hanging out in front of her, her gaze dancing over it and her lips teetering along the words, “I… I… want more”.

The doctor stood frozen above her. This girl... what exactly had he done to her? Her pussy made to cum for the very first time, then filled with a man's seed... this was far beyond any normal reaction to that. But then again, her circumstances weren't exactly normal either. Repressed and wholly ignorant of sexuality through her whole adolescence... is that what it added up to? He felt her breaths softly moving over his exposed flesh, the girl seeming to hesitate again even after pulling his shaft out - maybe she was confused now at its limp shape? One of his hands still palmed the small circular pill... and his other hand found itself brushing along her burning cheek. Drawing her horny gaze back up to his as he slowly breathed out, already feeling sensation slowly returning to his cock.

"Grace..." he let out quietly. Almost trying to break through some kind of understanding to her. That moment moved past him, though, his hand sliding up from her cheek to take a gentle hold along her scalp, angling her face downwards underneath him. Before slowly edging his soft cock forward, letting it slip past her bottom lip, where it already started to twitch alive again. Watching her eyes for her reactions, he gradually pulled his hips into a rhythm, feeling his member swell again within her lips, between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Yet another sexual novelty to introduce her to - feeling a man's cock harden from her attentions. No doubt, as well, introducing her to the thin taste of his cum that streaked along him. Finally, though, edging up into a half-chub, he pulled back out from her mouth. His other hand beginning to move over her.

"Grace... I think you might be... misunderstanding your feelings." His obscure words falling out of him through his own rekindling lust, the pill in his hand shifting up to his fingertips. "I think, maybe... you don't actually want to get pregnant. I think, what you really want..." His sentence interrupting itself as his fingers slid down along her drool-flecked tongue, the small pill falling along it, watching her neck flex a bit to swallow it. "...is just to cum again." Whether or not his words were accurate, he was pulling back from her tongue and swiftly replacing his cock through her lips, slowly grinding and letting himself draw back into full hardness. His movements climbing in intensity - and making very sure that she didn't somehow spit the pill back up.
 
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The sensation of the pill falling on her tongue was beyond her perception as she reveled in the taste of his cock, the salt permeating her tongue after he removed it from her mouth. The doctors' own words washed over her with little meaning until she heard the word cum. A bright smile ran over her face at the word as she nodded. Tainted and perverted eyes dashing between his eyes and his member as she eagerly pulled herself forward as he made to re enter her.

“Yes….” She let it slide into her mouth as she ran her tongue under it. It was not from any experience that she moved her mouth around his manhood, but rather out of a curiosity for his taste and shape. Slipping her mouth away she looked back up to finish her thought.
“I want to cum…” a giggle left her as she shrugged her shoulders and grabbed his shaft in her hand. “I want to come with your cuh-ock in my mouth.”

No sooner did she finish then she slurped him back in, the inexperienced girl took his hardening cock as far as he could in her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat. Grace gagged severely, forgetting how it felt the first time he pushed himself that far, her eagerness to swallow him overlapping that fear. But determined she furrowed her brow, sliding her head back and forth along his shaft until she got more used to the feeling of his cock deeper in her.

Below her the dripping of cum splattered on the floor from her slit, her pussy tingling as she felt lewder ever second. There was a ravenous nature about her, eager to take in every sexual feeling she could now that the barrier within herself guarding such feelings was broken. The repressed girl had many years to make up for.
 
Anthony felt Grace slipping back from his shaft after those last words, eyes flashing up at him with delight as her smiling lips and tongue pursed against themselves. She gave him the cutest of eager nods before lavishing her tongue back onto him, tracing up his underside before lapping around the ridges underneath his glans, forcing heavy twitches through him before wrapping straight around him again; going at it with such enthusiasm compared to when she'd sucked him before. Pulling back from him one more time just to affirm what he'd guessed: the word "cum" slipping from her lips with a giggle as she reached up to stroke him, before letting go to slowly sink him deep along her tongue. He felt her gagging flex around him, eyes widening up at him - but nonetheless she kept rocking him at the back of her throat, legs spreading wide beneath her to lean herself closer. His cock flared with the sensation, his thoughts slipping away as he looked down into those wide, manic eyes. Who could guess how this girl would cope with the nymphomaniac feelings he'd drawn out of her - but at the moment, that concern was edging itself further and further away within his mind.

"Agh... Grace..." he groaned out again, his hips rocking forward, shunting his cock down that much deeper within her throat. He could feel her gagging tighten, her choked breaths around him heightening with desperation, at which point he drew himself back out of her again, drool stringing from her lips, both hands wrapping around her temples to hold her steady as she hocked her breaths in. Already, though, she seemed to be recovering quicker, meeting her eyes again with a smile through his low breaths. "Grace... hah... you want to cum while you throat my cock... then your little pussy is gonna need some attention too." His hands traced from her head down along her shoulders before finding her arms again, angling them down between her spread thighs. "Ah... rub your clit, like I showed you before..." he instructed her, his drool-stained member dragging down along her cheek as he leaned downwards, throbbing along her forehead. Once her hands had found their place over her wet mound, his moved back up to wrap through her hair, both hands grasping her messy strands and angling her down beneath him again. Letting her tongue trace along his hanging sack while she got used to the idea.

"Hah... you're gonna make me cum down your throat, Grace," he told her through another smile. He pulled his hips back while gently yanking her head downwards by her hair, leaving her posture hunched beneath him, hands halfway between rubbing herself and balancing her on the floor beneath her. "Two of your entrances filled with my cum... you'd like that, wouldn't you?" His "sex ed" talk was over by now, moving straight into dirty talking - and for as inflamed as Grace had become beneath him, it felt entirely natural. His cock pivoted down again before splaying past her gasping lips, and with his grip tightening her hair outwards, he was pulling her onto his shaft, quickly rocking her solely by the handle that her hair had become. Slopping gasping sounds from her lips filled out the space between them, accompanied by his heavy breaths while his gaze burned over her.
 
Around his cock the muffled acknowledgements of what Dr. Anthony proposed came.

“Mmmhmmm.” She mumbled eagerly, her eyes widened with each tap of his tip on her throat and the swirl of her finger on her cum lathered slit. The doctor was talking about a lot of things she was not familiar with, but by this time she was full entranced in the game. Grace enjoyed every second of this, wondering when she could have more, memorizing how it felt to have something in her throat, remembering how it was to be filled up in her vagina.

With her tongue she playfully explored every vein and membrane of his cock as he controlled the pace of how it traveled down her throat. His thrusts while eager didn’t surprise her anymore as she just accepted the slight discomfort that they brought. Her jaw did indeed begin to feel sore, but that pain paled to how much pleasure she felt with her fingers sliding around her clit.

Soon her other hand came up out of curiosity, finding the doctor’s scrotum and gently poking and rubbing it, feeling its wrinkly skin and loose folds. It was a funny thing to look at and touch, and Grave wondered if it was something he enjoyed her doing.
 
It was only the second time that a cock had dipped into her throat, and already, Anthony could feel Grace moulding herself to it so well, hardly even gasping each time his head ran past the back of her tongue, itself wrapping and searching along every surface she could feel out. His eyes bored down over the girl's slutty explorations, both along his cock and down between her own thighs, her fingertips streaked with cum as they played faster over her clit. So intent on her newfound sexuality... somewhere within Anthony's wavering thoughts, he began to wonder if she might need some help in keeping herself out of trouble. Well, more trouble than he'd already gotten her in... that thought was upended, though, as he felt one of her sticky hands slip up to caress along his hanging sack, his thrusts slowing and dipping away along her tongue. Her loving eyes wavered along his balls just as her fingers did; throbbing a bit within her mouth, he quickly thought to show her a bit of appreciation for this. With another grip on her hair, he pulled her back from his shaft, letting her pull her in her soft, slightly strained breaths for a moment, before shunting her down beneath him again, her hand slipping away just as her tongue lolled onto his scrotum. Shaft throbbing along her cheek, he felt her breaths tickling along him, guiding her tongue onto each of his balls.

"Ah... keep rubbing your clit. Faster," he instructed her. A few more seconds toying along his sack before he pulled her back again, fingers slipping down from her hair, brushing affectionately along her flushed cheek. He held his gaze over the half-lidded, unfocused orbs her eyes had become, still plying him with that smile as drool flecked her lips. His fingers then traced further downwards, before suddenly drawing around her throat; taking in the rise of her tits as her chest tensed, thighs twitching together even as they stayed spread-eagle, fingertips still held along her slit. "Hmm... you're getting the hang of playing with yourself, huh?" he asked her through a smile. Choking her while he praised her efforts at stroking her clit - already trying to wring yet more depraved submission from her. He held the choking for another few seconds, straightening her posture where she perched herself before him, before finally letting go - leaving her breaths to steady themselves as his palm wrapped down along her scalp. Holding her by her skull moreso than grasping her hair at this point, dipping her head back again before his sack drew back along her lips.

Holding and using her like this, feeling her gasps tickle along him again as his cock twitched along her face - Anthony felt himself edging up into pain from his backed-up release. He was wasting no more time; with another angling of her head beneath him, his cock dragged down before pressing past her lips again. He breathed out harder as his cock dipped over her tongue, his movements already climbing in aggression, balls starting to tap at her chin, forcing heated gasping from her lips. The sensation climbed up quick - and with a straining thrust towards the back of her throat, he held himself throbbing for a few seconds before that peak finally climbed through him. A harsh gasp escaping him, he grinded down along her tongue as his seed began to arc out of him again, landing straight down her throat. His grinding hips, though, soon had him pulling back within her mouth, his release soon coating onto her tongue as well. His pulling back through her mouth eventually had him slipping right back into the open air - and with it, the last few ebbings of his cum landing along her splayed-open lips. He found himself twitching harder at the sight - her cute face lightly streaked with cum, in such contrast to the shy girl who had first walked into the examining room.
 
As Dr. Anthony held her head so roughly, pushing it between sucking his cock and licking the sack between his legs, a depraved smile came across Grace’s face. Even as his hand grasped her throat tightly, the girl who previously would have been terrified now just smiled and blissfully accepted his domination of her body as she swiftly rubbed at her cunt. Her breaths were heavy each time he allowed her to take them free of his cock, yet even she was eager tk get back to suckkng or lickint something on his body.

Just as he commanded Grace had feverishly began rubbing her cum covered slit as he stuffed himself down her throat. His length almost tickled her fancy as much as her fingers as she began to feel a warm tingle return to her again. As the doctor said less words and used more force she knew he was about to give her sperm again, no resistance as he shoved himself in her lips to the stem.

At first throb she gagged alitte, feeling a rope of cum hit her throat. It was a different feeling, one she was not entirely sure she could hold. But soon that doubt would be tested as the man let out more ropes, the girl’s mouth filling with cum as he finished himself and exited her.

At the same time as he pulled away, her lips dripping with white fluid, she hit her orgasim again, coughing while cum spewed out of her mouth and down her face and neck. She was practically coated as her fingers danced on her slit without care as her body convulsed. Soon she lowered herself to the floor, laying down peacefully as she throbbed in her own cum. Grace’s eyes were so bright in this moment, a gaping mouth still dribbling as much cum as her womanhood. She lay on the floor for some time under him, letting each wave of her climax hit her as she coughed up semen from both ends.

At the end she looked up at him, her body weary yet pleased.

“That felt so good.” The girl who had hit three orgasims stated so plainly. Grace would desire more if she could find the fleeting energy to lift herself up again.
 
Dragging his spasming length back out through Grace's mouth, Anthony felt her whole body starting to writhe, tension running through her neck and chest with each load hitting her throat. He got to see the result of this as he pulled fully back: his cum mixed with her drool coughed up from her lips, dribbling down her chin with the uncontrollable gasps slipping out of her. Even as she coughed, gasped, and wracked beneath him, her fingers were running feverish over her own slit. And after just one more second, dribbling mouth hanging open with her face contorting around it: her release shook through her, her tiny limber body trembling back down to the floor, the strained coughing she let out the only thing keeping her moans from filling the whole examining room. Anthony let out deep, groaning breaths watching her, one hand wrapping onto the counter beside him, a few twitches still running through his cock watching her. Her nude self splayed back on the floor, a film of cum and drool streaking her face down to her collarbone, ragged breaths running through her petite chest, fingers still fitfully toying along her dripping folds. All while her eyelids wavered up at the ceiling, her expression blank if not for the lewd smile across her dirtied lips. After what might have been another full minute of her soft panting, she finally peered back up into his eyes. Letting out the giddiest approval of what she'd just felt.

"Hm... looks like it..." the doctor let out quietly above her, smiling to match hers. Watching her like this, her body so thoroughly marked and surrendered to the pleasure he'd forced her into, he could only vaguely reflect on the full import of it all. One couldn't even begin to tabulate the ethics he'd violated, or even guess how the young woman would handle this going forward. But looking at her face, that pure bliss through her eyes even as cum kept dribbling from her lips... how could he not feel good as well for having done so? His hand searched the cabinet drawers beside him for a moment, eyes still tracing over her exhausted little self. In order, he was looking for two things: wet wipes, and a contraceptive injection, good for the next three months of her cycle. But one other article came to his mind - pulling a drawer open, he found a handheld mirror. Smiling deeper to himself, he pulled it out and slowly drew it over within Grace's line of sight. Angling it down over her own cum-stained face, then down along her thoroughly used naked body.

"... look at you," he told her. Slowly, he began to squat down over her, spent cock hanging close beside her, drawing the mirror closer over this peep show of her own deflowering. "You ever thought you could look like this, Grace? This dirty?" Of course the answer would be 'No', but he couldn't help but indulge his curiosity regardless. She had felt this through her every nerve; how would she react to the sight of it? Whatever it would be, his other hand drew forward, both in front of her own eyes and within the mirror's sight, brushing up from her tit to drag some of the cum up within his palm, up her neck and along the bottom half of her face. Much of his seed gathered up along his fingers before he dragged them down along her pliant tongue, letting her drag it off of him. "See how much you can swallow," he instructed her, pulling his fingers back with another smile over her, before standing up and setting the mirror down, walking over to the sink to start washing his hands.

"Hmm... well, Grace," he told her over the running water. "I think... that's about all I can do for you for now. In which case... how about I schedule you for another appointment a week from now?" Lather rinsed and paper towels run over his hands, he turned casually towards her again, tossing the wadded up paper aside before reaching down and hiding his cock once more. "Think you can stand up, Grace?" he added.
 
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