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With a laugh Peri ducked beneath the Doctor’s shirtsleeve as he grabbed for her. He rumbled a disapproving grunt. A roar of dismay followed when she knocked the back of his knee and his own momentum toppled him to the spongy floor of the TARDIS gymnasium.
Though the Doctor had divested himself of shoes, spats, jacket and waistcoat, Peri was dressed to move in bare feet, a tight, stretchy blouse and the tiniest of skirts.
Peri chortled again. In her vainglory she thought she’d dodged well enough to escape the Doctor’s grasp, but somehow his large hand found her ankle and she came crashing down beside him onto the springy floor.
Thinking fast, she rolled away from her opponent, but not quick enough. Within the blink of an eye he was on top of her. She let out a gasp – half surprise as he pressed her diminutive form to the ground with his considerable breadth, but partly at the shimmer of desire that swept through her. Unconsciously she rocked her hips up into him.
“No fair!” she squawked, flailing to keep her arms out of his grip.
“Isn’t it now?” the Doctor smirked. She was trapped firmly beneath him, and soon enough he’d captured her tiny wrists in one comparatively enormous hand. “Clearly your liaisons with that wrestler fellow didn’t teach you nearly as much as you’d supposed.”
Peri struggled beneath him. “He always said I was… very adept!”
“I’m certain he did,” the Doctor mused with a suggestive eyebrow.
He ground into Peri, and her breath caught as she felt his hard-on against her hip. Wriggling more violently, she managed to free one of her legs. This only resettled the Doctor’s sizable cock in a more advantageous spot. If she hadn’t already been half-mad with desire, Peri would have been left wondering if he’d orchestrated her partial escape.
The Doctor trailed his free hand up her outer thigh, only to let out a satisfied hum of discovery. No, she was not wearing any panties.
“Really, Peri,” he tsked.
“It’s laundry day!”
“Laundry day seems to come quite frequently for you, young lady.”
She scowled up at him. His smirk turned to an almost fond smile.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he continued. ”I’d just hate for you to catch a chill.”
The Doctor lifted his weight off Peri just enough to access her cunt, dragging his fingers between her labia. She inhaled sharply, already soaking wet.
“My my,” he said smugly. “It seems that defeat agrees with you.”
“Defeat! Don’t count your chickens…” Peri growled as she renewed her struggles.
“Until they’ve…” the Doctor slid a broad digit inside her, “... hatched?”
Peri gasped. “Exactly!” she managed.
Removing his finger, the Doctor rolled off of her and over onto his side, propping his head up on the heel of his hand. Looking quite the picture of ease, he smirked once again.
“Well, if you’d like to call that a ‘Mulligan,’ by all means, have another go.”
Peri stared at him for a moment, her body missing his weight – and his touch – but her soul ever-ready for a challenge.
And then she pounced, feeling quite satisfied at the indelicate squawk the big oaf let out when she toppled him onto his back. He may have had the size, but speed was on her side, and before the Doctor could compose himself, Peri’s knees were on his shoulders. Blue eyes just peeped out from beneath the hem of her tiny skirt as she gloated down at him.
“I suppose you think—” the Doctor began, but his words were suddenly a surprised muffle as Peri scooched forward to press her aching pussy against his incessant mouth.
The Doctor’s hands flew up to envelop the cheeks of Peri’s ass. She moaned as he put his silver tongue to good use. As she ground into his face, it didn’t take long for the Doctor to find just the right spot, as always. In fact, moments later she was shuddering and keening from her obscene perch.
Still trembling from the quick work the Doctor had made of her, it was Peri’s turn to squawk when he tossed her like a rag doll onto the floor beside him and pinned her with his body once again.
In her orgasmic haze, she must have missed when the Doctor had snuck a hand down to undo the fasteners of his trousers, but now he was pushing his cock deep inside, snagging her knees in the crooks of his elbows to bend her in two. The Doctor curled an arm around Peri’s thigh to toy with her clit as he drove her into the spongy flooring. The smug look on his face mixed with his unreserved lust and precision maneuvering of her bits drove Peri wild in more ways than one, and she came screaming around him. The Doctor continued to thrust hard and fast inside her, then let out an almost pained bark. Jerking his prick from her, he stroked it frantically, painting streams of sticky white all over her brightly-colored attire.
Flopping over beside her, the Doctor’s triumphant laugh was diluted by a waver of exertion.
Still throbbing from the double-whammy of orgasms, Peri looked down at the white streaks on her blouse and skirt.
“Doctor!”
He glanced over at her innocently, tucking himself back into his trousers.
“Yes, Peri?”
“You’ve made an absolute mess of my clothes!”
The Doctor snorted and shrugged. “Then it’s a good job it’s laundry day, isn’t it?”