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know each other."

"You mean sex. Doc, no I'm not a virgin. I've had a number of lovers. I'm sure I could make you happy. I've waited because I wanted to make certain." I put my arms around him and kissed him on the mouth with my tongue. That was the first time.

"I'm certain. Doc, rent that cottage on the Cape, but I warn you, you better be well-rested," I laughed.

I didn't hold back when we got to the cottage. "Doc, let me take a shower, it was a long drive."

I thought I'd surprise him; I came out of the bathroom naked.

Doc surprised me, he was lying in bed, naked. Although, at the moment, he was covered to his waist with the blankets.

"Oh Hannah, oh my. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Doc." I climbed on the bed and modelled for him. He had a good view of my tufted pussy and my titties.

"Now, that you've seen it, Do you still want it?"

"Even more. Come on down here."

I fell into his arms, kissing him passionately. His hands took my tits and fondled them. "There yours, all yours." We stayed like that for a while; kissing. Doc playing with my tits; using his mouth and lips, too. "

"Doc, I'm as naked as a jaybird; you've seen everything I've got. . ."

I wiggled away from him and threw back the covers. "Oh, my, Doc, your cock looks gorgeous." My hands played with it. That cock, after doing my titties was hard. "Doc, I don't want you to think ill of me, but like I've told you, I've had lovers."

I went down on him. There was no way I could pretend that I didn't know what I was doing. I had a smile on my face. I had a smile on my face because the cock I was holding was every bit as big, perhaps bigger than his father's. I was smiling because after months and months, I was going to suck a cock; a big cock. And perhaps, there'd be fucking and if I was really lucky, I'd get my pussy eaten.

If you want to call what I did over the next hour a performance, so be it. First, as you know, I was hungry for cock; it had been so long. Second, I wanted Doc to appreciate my skill and third, I was enthusiastic because his cock was magnificent.

Sure, it was only my third one; but I knew. It was standing tall, as black as the darkest night, with a beautiful purplish head. A head that I hoped before the night was over would know the farthest reaches of my pussy.

I tongue kissed his shaft from that lovely head to his ball sack; a huge sack that I looked forward to feel bouncing against my ass when Doc fucked me. He was going to fuck me; I was sure of it. That's why we came here.

I looked Doc in the eyes, "I'd love to make love to your magnificent cock."

"He laughed, "Who am I stop a woman who is on a mission?"

I slowly put my lips over that head, and then slowly slid them down his shaft. I was certain that even though he may have a been a little longer and thicker than his father , I could swallow all of it.

It took a while but once I did that "performance" commenced. Up and down, I bobbed. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm," I sucked.

Then I sucked some more. Like I told Doc back in Boston, I was certain I could please him. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmm." I felt that big cock throbbing. ‘Give me all your sweet cream. I want it,' I thought as he started spewing.

Although there'd only been the truckers, Mike and Joe, I couldn't imagine anyone grunting and groaning like Doc. He held my head, "Awwwwwwwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, Hannah."

He was delicious. His cock was the best cock to suck. I couldn't imagine that I'd ever have a better one to suck. Okay, let me rephrase that, I never wanted to suck any other cock.

When I was sure there was no more to swallow, I slowly took Doc's cock out of my mouth, then crawled up on his chest and wrapped my arms around him. I was hoping that he wouldn't ask where I learned that.

He didn't.

Unlike his father, in another hour or so, Doc started making love to me. I didn't ask him where he learned that. His tongue was marvelous. His tongue was as good or better than any I'd had. Better than Mike's, better than Professor Raynaud's, better than his father's. I never wanted another tongue to do my pussy.

I wasn't a Biology Major, but I understood that genetically Doc could have gotten his big cock from his father. I doubted he got his pussy eating skills from him.

Begging is an understatement. It's the best word I can come up with for what I said to Doc, I begged him to fuck me. I insisted that he fuck me. I demanded that he fuck me.

Then he did, "Oh yes, Doc, oh your cock, Doc, Keep giving it to me. I'm not a delicate little flower. Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me." All the while, Doc was pounding my pussy and my ass was a non-stop motion machine.

Yes, I could feel his balls slapping my ass.

Then to my surprise, he kept fucking me. I thought he was close and I was ready for him. He just kept going. He was a doctor; maybe he took something. All I knew was that I was getting the greatest fuck I'd had. He rolled me over and fucked me like a dog. I'd never done that before. "Just move that ass, Hannah."

I was a quick learner. I loved it.

Later, I rolled him off me, and got on top. I slid that big cock in my pussy; my eyes bugged out of my head as I took inch after inch. He laughed when I put my tits in his face.

He still hadn't cum. "Come for me, baby. Fill Hannah's pussy. I want to feel you cum." My ass could not have moved any faster. That did it. Doc grunted, took me in his arms, and I felt it. It was like a firehose shooting in my pussy.

We figured out a way to coordinate my school schedule with his hospital schedule, although more than once we were in the middle of something when the hospital called. There was an emergency. Some child needed surgery right away.

When I say we were in the middle of something. I mean I might have been blowing him or we were fucking.

Doc was the most disciplined person I ever met. No matter what, he'd answer the phone. "I see, I'll be there in a half hour." Then, he insisted we stop or I stop, and he was out of bed. I learned to live with it.

I learned to live with it because he was the nicest person out of bed, and the best, the very best lover in bed.

TO BE CONTINUED

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