Come to Me My Melon Holly Baby
written by:
Little tommy D.

Come to Me My Melon Baby

My name is Zach, Zach Zaltz, and I am a practicing Ob-Gyn doctor in the middle sector of the Rio Grande valley of southern Texas. I am 34, unmarried, Six-one, 170 barefooted and naked. No, I am not Jewish, our family origin is Swiss and I grew up in the Methodist church, but I'm not a fervent member and haven't been since I began my life-long fascination with science. I believe in God, support ‘In God We Trust' as our national motto and revile those who fight it. But, as a doctor, I can't voice my opinions freely because a large part of my income comes from our common Uncle, Sam, and secular clients with strong feelings about religion and its non-existence need in life. One thing I do believe is that if there were no religions, we would have fewer wars and conflicts to face as most are generated by conflicts in beliefs, especially in the current political atmosphere. I happily roll along with my cheery songs that I entertain my patients with when doing my hospital rounds.

On one recent Sunday, I was pulling weekend coverage duty with the group of doctors I partner with in our offices. We trade off so that we all have free weekends to use as we see fit away from medical demands. I had a call to the emergency room around three that sunny, beautiful Sunday afternoon. When I arrived in ER, I was sent to Station 3 to attend the patient suffering from a knife wound to the groin. Hey, we see some strange things so I didn't blink when I heard the diagnosis. I pushed the curtain back and there on the table was one gorgeous young lovely woman, not a man as I expected, holding a large, bloody hospital gauze pad to her vulva. When I glanced down, a bloody towel was in the floor beside the bed. I rushed forward, took her hand from the pad, pulled it back, began my examination of the wound as I asked her what had caused the injury.

She lay back on the gurney and answered, "I grow melons on my ranch, I was trimming one when I dropped the knife. I tried to catch it but ended up driving it into myself when I hit it. Oh, that hurts!"

"What type of knife was it? It did some deep damage here. You're fortunate if didn't enter your vagina. It's bad enough as it is, but an instrument that sharp was likely to have done lifetime permanent damage. You need to be more careful with sharp instruments when working. Now, hold still, this will burn, but will hold it long enough to get you upstairs where I can do repair work under better conditions." I called an aide, gave him instructions of where to take her, I took her hand and told her, "Hang tight. I'll be there with you shortly." The aide pushed her out the opening in the curtain and toward the elevator. I went to the desk to do my report on the patient. When I had finished detailing the result of my examination, I headed to the small outpatient operating room to medicate the wound and stitch her up.

When I entered the room and started gathering the supplies I would need, she said, "I didn't get to answer your questions about the knife. I use German made carbon steel knives because I've found them to be the sharpest, most durable, cleanest cutting knives of all. They're expensive, but needed for me to be able to display attractive melons to wholesale buyers. I can half, pare, and slice my casaba, musk, honeydew, and sugar melons into masterpieces of mouthwatering displays for the purchasers. If they're not eye-appealing, the buyers move on and I lose valuable sales that I can't afford the have walk away. This is the only serious cut I've had. I sometimes nick a finger, but that's an expected hazard. I never thought something like this could happen. I'll get a lead apron and use it from now on."

I nodded to her as I cleaned the dried blood from the wound, examined it closer with the magnifier, moved it over, lightly separated her outer lips and checked for punctures, checked the inner lips gently, took a syringe and told her, "You'll feel a slight sting when I numb the surrounding area where I'll be stitching. Your bragging point to your boyfriend and other friends is that you had to have a dozen stitches in the cut." I pushed the syringe point in carefully, gently turned it sideways before injecting the numbing contents.

I raised my head and asked, "Did you feel it?" She nodded, gave me a thumb in the air and smiled.

"I don't have a boyfriend? I live alone on my ranch and most of my friends live on South Padre Island. I'll have a reason to call them now."

"Wow, that's a long way to see your friends. How often do you go over?"

"About once a quarter except in the winter. Nothing to do there and the water has a cold wind so I avoid it then. A few come and spend a day or two with me. We ride my horses and cook a few steaks while they're there, but nothing exciting. What do you do for fun?"

"Sing and laugh while I work. That's about it most of the time. I used to go across the border and shop, eat, and watch the tourists, but the drug trade scared me off."

"Oh, tell me about it. I can't count the times I've used my shotgun to chase the illegal's out of my melon fields robbing me blind. What irritates me is that the administration does nothing about it."

"We get our share of illegal's here also. Lots of knife wounds like yours but in the stomach or back. Gunshot wounds lead the count though. The dangers keep increasing and one of these days, it won't be just the natives there, but it'll spread to us here also. That's our greatest fear."

She lifted her head from the OR table, glanced at her groin as I tied the stitching and snipped the residue. I took a gauze pad, taped it with paper tape, and told her she could pull her panties and shorts up. She shook her head, I asked why, and she told me, "They're covered with blood. Is there something I could wear instead?"

I hadn't thought about that so I took several adult diapers and handed one to her, saying, "Put this on. I'll wrap a gown around you and escort you to your vehicle when I release you. I'll talk with you in just a moment. I put the equipment in the sterilization bin, discarded the biohazard materials, walked her to the office next door, offered her a seat, sat on the edge of the desk and said, "I don't know your name. But, I want to warn you to check the diapers for awhile because you may urinate on yourself while your genital area recovers from the shots I injected. You won't know when you have the urge as it will be numbed. I need to see you in five days to check the wound and remove the stitches."

I handed her my card for her use in finding my office and calling for an appointment. She read it, looked at me, stuck out her hand, and said, "Dr. Zaltz, Holly Morgan. Thank you so much for seeing me today. You were great. I'll be there in five days." I took a gown, wrapped it around her, gave her a bottle of antibiotics with instructions, put the diapers in a bag with the medication, and we headed for the side door to the parking lot. She directed me to her Ford F-150 and when I opened the door, I found the driver's seat full of blood. I took a diaper from the bag, cleaned it, threw the bag in the passenger seat, turned to assist her into the car, and when I did, she leaned toward me, threw her hands around my neck, pulled me forward, and kissed me frantically on the lips, dropped in the seat and said, "No, I'm not sorry I did that, I've been waiting for the last two hours for the opportunity to do it." She slammed the door and left me with a stunned stare, an immobile pair of legs, and a frenzied hard-on to deal with on the way back.

On the fourth day, Holly called my office, asked my receptionist to put me on the phone which is usually a no-no, but was insistent. She stuck her head in my door and said, "I have a Holly Morgan on the phone who won't take a no about talking with you. I've told her three times, she's called beck twice. Do you want to take the call?" I nodded, asked that she ask to hold and then transfer the call. I left eh examination room, went to my personal office and waited. When it rang, I picked up immediately and said, ", how can I help you?"

"Dr. Saltz, I need to ask you to come to the ranch to see me. I can't make it in tomorrow as I have two wholesalers' that will be here. The next's day is even worse. Please come by. Here's my address. She gave me a Farm to Market Highway number, I wrote it on a prescription pad and told her it would have to be after seven. She eagerly agreed, I hung up and thought, why did I agree? I don't do house calls. Is it because of the kiss and what it caused? Yeah, Hell yes, that's why I agreed. No other damn reason except the lack of pussy I can enjoy instead of just treat. I shook the thoughts off and went back to my patient.

The next day was loaded with patients until noon when the influx slowed to a dribble. I grabbed my cell phone from the desk, told Holly, our common receptionist that I was snaking out for lunch while the patients had eased to nothing. She looked at my schedule and said, "Zach, you only have one afternoon patient, a Rosa Castillo, and she's only here for her pre-natal prescription renewal." I thanked her, went back to my office and cornered Patricia, my Physician Assistant nurse. I handed her a prescription and instructed, "Pat, when Ms. Castillo gets here, check her over and give her this prescription. She only needs the renewal, but I don't want her gaining too much weight. If she's up any, chastise her and warn her of the dangers."

"Gotcha, Zach. She is carrying too much weight for her height. I'll whip up on her in Spanish if she's up two pounds or more. I take it you're not coming back?"

"You take it right. I going home to change, eat, then drive out to a ranch later and buy some melons. Want me to bring you one?"

"What are you getting?"

"Casaba if there are any left. If not, a Sugar melon."

"Okay, either will do, but only one. If I buy two, one always rots before I finish the first one."

"Same here. We'll just have to eat faster and more of it to make it to the second. See you tomorrow."

I turned the GPS on, followed the directions and pulled up at her place at ten of seven. I took my medical bag, went to the attractive entrance and before I could knock, the door opened and she stepped out. I lost my breath she looked so delectable in her short black skirt topped with a short-sleeved red blouse, tied in a knot just under her small, but pert, pointed breasts. She stood aside and allowed me to enter the house. It was lovely, expensive décor with dainty sturdy furniture that must have been shipped her because no store in the valley carries that furniture, especially at the price she must have paid.

I turned to her and asked, "How is the wound progressing?" She nodded and replied, "Almost as if it doesn't exist. I've had no pain, the knitting of the wound looks great to me, but what do I know."

I opened my medical bag, took a small pair of scissors, a pair of latex gloves and asked, "Holly, how about a clean towel, please." She scurried to a hall closet, took a pure white large bath wrap and handed it to me. I spied the dining room table and asked if it would be acceptable. She agreed, I spread the towel, turned to her and ordered, "Off with the skirt and panties and then hop up on the towel, lay back and relax."

She complied as I turned my head while she slung her skirt and panties over one of the dining room chairs. I heard her say, "Ready when you are, Zach." Zach, I thought. Quick with the familiarity here while I put my gloves on and took the scissors in hand. I examined the stitches, the actual wound and she was right, it was almost undetectable. I snipped the stitches, pulled them out and lay them on the Towel. I reached in my bag, took a small dab of Benedictine salve and rubbed it in the healed wound. I pulled my gloves off, smacked her leg and said, It's done. You can get up now."

"Zach, are you certain you don't want examine the other parts to be sure there's no other problem?" I stared at her for a minute and turned back to her and said, "Certainly, let me probe around for a second or two."

I squeezed her outer lips and said, "Holly, I'm checking your labium majora now, or what you probably call your outside lips." I continued to squeeze them gently, moving my fingers up and down them, tweaking them as I went. I parted them, took her inner lips in my hands and said, "These are the labium minora, or the inner lips that protect the opening to your vagina" As I said that, I put my finger down inside her as far as I could get it. "If I wriggle as I'm demonstrating, that's called arousal and that's what you're beginning to experience as I feel the excretion of your lubrication juices flowing.

"But enough of the scientific explanation, I want to tell you that you have a beautiful pussy, a perfect anal opening with the best coloration I've ever seen. Your inner lips have no sagging; they are entirely enclosed inside your outer lips that close over them as they should. One of these days, with your permission of course, I'd love to photograph them to use in instructional classes, showing other doctors what perfection can be when it's done right."

She was reacting to my fingers that I still had inside her moving around. She was panting heavier with each flick of my fingers, occasionally rising from the table with her pussy arching in the air. I was between her legs now and she lifted her head and said, "Come on, Zach, come on. Do a complete exam on me, please. The bedroom is on your right and the first door on the left. It would be more comfortable for both of us if you'd finish the exam there."

I picked her up from the table, followed her directions and scooted to the bedroom. I deposited her on the bed, undid the knot in her blouse and jerked it from her shoulders, I threw it on the chair, dropped my pants and shorts, took my tee shirt and put it under her, crawled between her legs and dove in, tongue first. She screamed softly and spouted, "Holy Hell, that feels so good, more soothing than I expected and increasingly better as your tongue is warmer and stronger as it goes in and out of me. Keep it up, and let me die in my bed."

I finally eased enough to grab her attention. The light was now dimmer in the room, I eased my tongue out of her vagina, closed her legs, moved up beside her and kissed her, probing the inside of her mouth, feeling he tongue and teeth. While I continued to kiss her, I felt a most pleasurable sensation in my groin. Forcing my downward and fully open, I saw that Holly had my dick in one hand, my balls in the other, and was rolling circles on the head of my dick, using her lovely dainty index finger. My heart was racing as if the heart wanted out to be a part of what I was feeling. I didn't think that anything could feel the elation that my dick feeling at that moment.

Holly looked in my eyes and smiled, not stopping, but increasing her up and down movement on the shaft of my dick and at the same time, tenderly rolling each ball in hr palm, massaging them independently, and pulling the bottom of the bag holding them. I sighed, moaned and rolled my eyes at the momentous climax that was beginning to build. As I remained on my back, Holly was moving her head toward my dick until I realized she had put her mouth down over the head and was sucking as if it were a grape pop-sickle it was so swollen and purple-headed. I moved my hands to her head and slowed her action because had I not, I felt I would have loaded her throat with enough cum to choke her to death. In response, she squeezed the base of my dick hard, effectively slowing the buildup I was feeling was imminent. She crawled up toward me, flopped across my stomach and kissed me, open-mouthed, and I instantly stuffed my tongue in as far as it would go. She sucked my tongue raw. I was feeling her nipples, squeezing her pert, pointy tits, and having-- her words--magnificent fun as I had never experienced before today. I ran my hand down the crack of her ass and explored her asshole. This seemed to excite her and she suddenly rolled over, took a pillow and stuffed it under her ass. She took my hand, arched her back and threw her fantastic hairy pussy in the air, presenting it to me with no barriers. She grinned, pulled me toward her and whispered, "It's snack time again, Zach. I've put our meal is on the table. Come and get it"

I wasted no time repositioning myself between her legs, adjusting my hard on to a more comfortable arrangement, and gazed at the portal of pleasure that we doctors call a vagina, not a pussy. I had arrived at the moment when the time had come to grab her undivided attention. I moved up, parted her blondish hair, then her inner lips, and moved my tongue directly to her clitoris. She gasped loudly and grabbed my head, holding it tight. I gently began a back and forth, side to side, easy lapping of the inside of her pussy. I refused to make it too quick, wanting it to last forever, more for my sake, not hers. She was squirming under me, as she clasped her legs around my torso and panted heavier and heavier with each lap. I easily took her clit in my lips and started sucking tenderly while I was softly rubbing her nipples. Abruptly, my head was thrown back and I was startled when she bucked straight up and screamed, screamed, screamed. I lay my head on her Mound of Venus, put my fingers back inside her pussy and unhurriedly made circles in the soaking wet lining. I kept it up as she had spasm after spasm until I become concerned about her jerky breathing.

To ease her back to earth, I moved down again and replaced my finger with my tongue, lapping her juices until she pulled my head up, kissed me and whispered, "Zach. My God, that was incredible! Do all doctors have such talent with the object of their profession? If you all do, we women go to you for all the wrong reasons, for sure." I grinned back at her, kissed her on the forehead and answered, "Holly, you just taught me. I was inspired by you and your eagerness to be a sexual team player." She paused, reached for my dick, began the jacking motion again, encouraging me to lay back and watch. She jacked with her right hand and took me in her mouth, swallowing me whole. When she had me fully in her mouth, she tickled my balls with her free hand. This went on for only about three minutes. I pulled her head up and cleared her mouth at the same moment the cum started shooting at her nose and forehead. She released her hand and I drowned my own chest and stomach. I couldn't remember ever shooting that much cum at one time. The build-up had to be tremendous to generate what I guessed to be a cup full. She was nodding, and exclaimed, "I've never dreamed there was that much cum in one set of balls. Wow! That was exciting. I can't wait until after dinner when we have our late night snack," she grinned while she fingered the cum from her face and tasted it. "Uummm! Zach, You must have had a great lunch as I taste a little herb and garlic in my snack."

We didn't bother to dress when we went to the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and noted it was approaching eight-thirty. I eased my thoughts about the time when I remembered it was Friday and I didn't have duty tomorrow and time was no problem. Holly was bent over the rack in the fridge searching for snack items and I was marveling at her tiny, blemish-free magnificent ass. Her buttocks were perfectly asymmetrically formed as none I remember being more flawless. In medical reality, I had found the textbook model for teaching. I'll ask her again about pictures of her parts for my teaching duties.

She put together a nice tray of cheeses, sausages, radishes, lettuce, celery, sliced cucumbers and mustard for dipping. We sat at the round kitchen table as talked about her ranch. I was astonished when she told me it was almost thirty thousand acres, mostly scrubland with mesquite trees, cacti, arroyos, and areas that couldn't be navigated unless in a four-wheel drive high vehicle over the sand hills in parts of the land. She grew her melons on fourteen acres of the best tillable soils. I asked her if I could buy two casabas and she said no, but I could take as many as I wanted, no payment required, because I had just paid her in the bedroom. I laughed and said, "You certainly don't get much for your melons, Holly."

"I beg to differ with you, Zach. Dollars bills are only six inches long, you paid with at least seven and a half."

"Holly, I haven't paid you yet. You only received a little of my liquid assets. The payment is yet to be made."

"You're right, and I do look forward to receiving the patment all at one time after our snack." She cleared the table, turned the lights down, took my hand and pulled me up, and we walked back to the bedroom hand in hand. On the way to the bed, I noticed a small radio on the side table, I turned it to a nice music station out here in the boonies and that surprised me. I turned it on low and stretched out on the bed waiting for Holly. Holly walked over, turned the lights on low and remarked, "That's a good station with great music. It should provide plenty of rhythm to enhance your actions if they need enhancing," and she leaned over me to crawl in bed. When she passed over me, she grabbed my dick and held on. When she settled beside me, she pulled on it and said, "I need to work on this old softie because it seems to me it may be mad at me over the payment due. It no longer stands at attention when it sees me like it did in the parking lot last Sunday. Yes, I saw it and my mouth watered all the way home," she laughed and began jacking me with her left hand. In a flash, my dick was emulating a wallet, eager to make a payment. Holly rose up, took me in her mouth and started tickling my balls once again. At my office, we would identify what she was doing as 'multi-tasking' and she was phenomenal at her job. I gave her a few minutes before I rolled over, took her left tit in my mouth and began sucking, twirling my tongue around the hardening nipple. I reached downward, ran my fingers through her beautiful bush, parted the lips and slowly circled her clit with my finger. I could feel her breathing increase and her abdomen expanding. When I felt the time was close, I picked her up and pushed the pillow back under her ass. This time I raised myself above her, aimed my dick at the entrance of her pussy and gently snuck the head inside. I moved it from side to side, barely in, barely out, until she reached around me and whispered in my ear, "God, Zach. Push it inside me hard. I'm dying down here waiting to be paid."

I picked up the beat of the song and rammed my dick home. I followed the beat and timed my stroke to match the drum roll. She threw her legs around my waist and clasped me so hard I almost lost my breath and the beat. I was kissing her tits one by one and moving in and out, listening to her panting increase. Unbeknownst to her, I came hard but with less volume, and I never missed a beat, continuing to pound her with all I had to offer, waiting until she reached orgasm. A second song had started when she went wild under me. She had her hand over her mouth to muffle the screams. She was bucking up to meet my thrust and I was on the verge of my second load of cum when she threw me off, put my dick in her mouth and ordered, "Cum in my mouth. Cum, cum, I want to taste you again now." It took only seconds before I shot a meager load in her mouth. She didn't seem to notice how sparse it was this last time. She sucked me dry, looked up and rolled the cum around in her mouth, grinned and swallowed. "Zach that was the best payment fuck I could wish for in one lifetime. I know you know I lured you out here under false pretenses and I hope you're happy with your decision to ignore my obvious lie. I never realized what that meant to me until now. I have high hopes we can do this over again at times."

I was rubbing her stomach when she said, "I'm sorry, but I need to clean myself before I drip all over the bed. I can't believe how wet I am." I removed my hand and sat up on the side of the bed. "Yeah, Holly, I need a wet wash cloth also. But before you go, I have a confession, Holly. When I came in your mouth just now, that was my second load while fucking. I came twice while we were fucking, but refused to stop because you were enjoying it so much." She sat beside me and remarked, "Zach, you're telling me you came inside me and kept on going? You were able to maintain that firm hard on with no loss of its firmness until you came the second time. That's incredible. You have cum three times in a short time this evening and looks as if you could do it again right now," she said, noticing that my dick was rising again from just talking about my fucking her. She grabbed it and spoke to my dick, saying, "I'll invite you back anytime you want to stop by, regardless of whether your daddy comes along or not, you good boy you!" She released it, laughing as she pranced her way toward the bathroom while I drooled over her tiny, flawless ass wriggling across the room.

She came back, tossed me a washcloth that I quickly used to clean my now flaccid dick. The juices were hardening and I had to scrub a few spots harder to clean them thoroughly. Holly bent over the bed to gather the pillow and my tee shirt, I watched her tiny ass as it stuck in the air and couldn't resist leaning toward her, grabbing her around the waist and running my tongue through the crack of her ass. She became pliable, I released the grip and moved my hands to the small firm buttocks and parted them, I rimmed her perfect asshole, tonguing it the best I could, and felt her beginning to tense. I stuck my finger in her ass up to the second knuckle and plied the finger on all sides until she was breathing harder, had abdominals were rippling and she went into orgasm again. I moved my other hand up, ran it in her pussy and hooked it against her G Spot. When I hit the center, she kicked, fell across the bed, bucked her ass in the air and I stood straight up, guided my dick back inside the lips of her pussy and fucked her again until I blew a load of nothing but impulses containing only quivers, not cum.

I recovered and lifted myself from her ass, pulling my limp dick with me. She rolled over, smiled at me, and giggled. "Now I know the magic. All I'll do is lean over and let you glimpse my naked ass and we're off to the races regardless of how many times we've run the course." I laughed along with her, fell to her side, and kissed her lovingly, tenderly, and patted her tummy. "I don't know about you, but I need another snack that's not pussy.

We finished the earlier leftovers on the tray, she dipped ice cream over a dynamite coca cola cake, and we dawdled at the table talking about my practice and when we would meet next. I stood, told her I was going to get dressed to leave, she grabbed my arm and ordered, "You're not leaving. Go pick you spot in the other bedroom and I'll be there as soon as I clean up here. Your staying the night."

A man can't argue with that kind of an invitation. I chose the left side of the bed, sat up waiting on her. When she came through the door, I was singing:

"Come to me my Melon Holly baby, Cuddle here before we screw. . . Both your tits are tasty fancies, maybe You know dear that I will cum in you!

Every puss must have its silky lining Wait until my mouth dines through Smile my Holly dear, while I tongue along your rear Or else you won't be Melon Holly too!

Every ass must have its crack a mining Wait until my nose sniffs through Smile my Holly dear, while I finger in your rear And I'll suck your Holly titty melons too!"

She stopped, listened, and then doubled over with laughter. I put a checkmark by the date to remember it as one of the best days of my life as I watched her jump in beside me.