A cute girl, big head of red curly hair, and for sixteen, the nicest set of boobs I'd ever seen on a high school girl. Take that as you may. Dirty, pe...verted, creepy, or whatever the fuck you think. If you'd seen the boobs on this girl, you'd agree with me.Now I'd like to point out, that I have a particular type of girl I like looking at. I like them not necessarily on the petite and skinny side, but I want a little meat on their bones, and I'd really like to see a pretty smile. The eyes make a. "How do you feel?" Three doctors stood above my bed. The speaker was a well-groomed silver haired gentleman. He was classically handsome, as if pulled from Hollywood's central casting, carrying his profession in his bearing. Judging from the way the other doctors deferred to him with their body language, he was the head of my case, if not hospital.I held my hand to my throat and croaked as though I couldn't speak, which was probably still true. I was not ready for him or his questions. I was. "I love that you don't fake orgasm," he said, biting the back of my ear. "I love that you don't fake anything." "You'd know if I did." He rolled me over and kissed me again. "I wanted to see your face when I fucked you to orgasm. Next time." His hands traveled. He kissed me like he got breath from my lips. It went on like this all afternoon and into the evening. Something like six hours of fucking, with his erection responding to my touch every time. Every which-a-way on his bed; a rough. He changed his action again, and it was much more vigorous. Oh My God, what was he doing? A hard squeeze and I whimpered, a solid push up and then down.Oh god, what was he doing to me? Hands cupping me again, another hard squeeze, again I whimpered. Fingers pressing into my breasts, scr****g over my skin and rubbing my nipples. This is not what I had expected, but it was happening, and I felt powerless to stop him. He kept on going, and I started to loose myself in the intense sensations. Was.