CHAPTER FIVE
Travis
One year later …
I take a deep breath as I step out of the cab in Perth, New Jersey. Already the familiar sights and sounds are coming back to me. It’s been a year since I was here. Little Perth, the city that couldn’t.
But Dr. Alba had asked me to fill in for her once again so she could take a vacation with her family. Sure, no problem buddy. Happy to. The money’s always good, so why not?
But at the same time, it’s stunning that a year has passed. I mean, really? Was it really three hundred and sixty-five days since I set foot in this tiny town? One year since seeing Jane Dorman?
Because I never forgot the sweet female. How could I? Ever since we were together, I haven’t fucked anyone else. I don’t even want to touch another female. Something about Jane’s gorgeous, voluptuous body makes me desperate inside and out. She was a young, hot virgin, wide-eyed and innocent. Exactly my type, and resistance was futile.
But I shouldn’t have fucked a patient.
There are medical ethics against this kind of things, entire books written about how to stay on the right side of the line.
But shit, she was so beautiful. And I’ve never had a moment’s regret afterwards. Doubt, yes, but not regret. Because sometimes I lie awake at night, reliving the encounter. The huge, heaving tits. The tight, steaming cunt that couldn’t get enough. Each day, her moans come back to me at the most inopportune times, that curvy body tasting her first dick and loving it.
So no, I’ve never done something like that with a patient.
Before or after.
There have been plenty of opportunities, what with thousands of MILFs throwing themselves my way.
But I never wanted them.
Until Jane.
Oh shit.
Because that’s why I left Perth. Given what I’d done, it was better to get gone ASAP. Cowardly? Yeah, but my medical license was at stake. So maybe out of sight, out of mind. Jane would forget that much sooner if I was nothing but a dream. Nothing but a memory.
But what I didn’t count on was my own memory.
My brain filled with Jane.
My cock hard during the day, when her face flashed unexpectedly before me.
And oh shit, those visions at night …
There was one where she was my hot waitress at a restaurant. The brunette would be there, dolled up in a sexy waitress outfit, her miniskirt hardly covering up those sassy buttocks. She’d put her hands on those wide hips and demand that I leave the restaurant, it was closing time.
But I’d sit back and shoot her a knowing smile. And then Jane would lean forwards to pick up my dirty plate, one huge tit bursting loose. Oh yeah, those tits always have a starring role in my fantasies.
But instead of trying to stuff it back in, the girl would lean forwards, swinging the creamy white sack in my face.
“Dessert sir?” she’d smile sweetly.
And of course, I’d devour her. Right there, right then, on the restaurant table, the girl screaming and crying my name, pulling at my hair as I pumped her full of cum once more.
Because yeah, I jizzed straight into that juicy cunt a year ago. I blew my virile sperm into that sweet pussy, and fuck, what was I thinking? The teen was so ripe, so fertile, and a virgin too. Huge error. Big time mongo screw up.
But it was too late now. Nothing to be done about it now. So yeah, the daydreams go on and on, each of them with Jane in a different scenario, wearing skimpy little outfits while begging me for more. And it’s been so distracting that I’ve practically gotten myself fired from some jobs, jacking off in a locked closet as I fantasize about my best girl.
Depraved right?
Moaning and fisting my fat dick, dreaming about a sweet virgin who was my patient.
Spilling cum in the shower, dreaming of pumping once more into that tight cunt.
Because that’s the problem. She was so fresh, so sweet and pure, that other women have lost their appeal. It’s not that other females are ugly, they just don’t compare. When I see Jane in my mind’s eye, the brunette’s in crystal clear focus, like I’m staring through a telephoto lens. By contrast, I barely even see the other women, they’re drab grey shadows that don’t get noticed.
So yeah, Jane’s been on my mind non-stop for the last year, and curiosity’s blazing through me like a wildfire. What’s she been up to? Does the girl have a boyfriend now? The thought made me nauseous inside, like vomit was gonna come spewing out of my throat. But I had to be real. Because of course the sweet brunette would have a boyfriend. That kind of female is grade A, and there were probably loads of guys throwing punches to get a piece.
Fuck.
The brunette probably didn’t even remember me.
Or she did, but just as some dirty old geezer who popped her cherry.
FML.
Shaking my head, I tried to concentrate on the day ahead. The same blonde receptionist sat at the front desk, and I nodded politely.
“What’s going on Emily? How’ve you guys been this past year?” rumbled my deep voice.
The secretary smiled.
“Not much, Doctor. Same as always, which is good I guess. You know with the recession and all,” she lowered her voice to a whisper, “we were afraid that Dr. Alba’s practice would suffer. But it’s been okay!” she brightened, cheering up once more. “All the same people still come, so that’s a relief.”
I nodded. Yeah, the slumping economy isn’t exactly a boon for medical providers. People will skimp on anything to make ends meet, and that includes going to the doctor. So I was glad to hear that Maura’s practice was okay.
“Great,” I nodded. “I’ll just grab my charts and get started then.”
“Sure Dr. Morgan,” Emily chirped. “Let me know if you need anything!”
And walking slowly to the back of the office, I rifled through some papers. Fuck. Another boring day.
But then a certain name caught my eye on the patient list.
Jane Dorman.
Shit.
Could it be?
Really?
My eyes practically bugged out.
What were the chances?
But it made of sense, I guess. Jane came in for an annual check-up last year, so she was back this year for another round. That’s how these things work.
And slowly, I washed my hands, mind spinning hotly.
Was I gonna see Jane today?
Was I gonna see my curvy girl, the sweetest thing to cross my path, well … in forever?
Was I gonna suck those titties again, maybe kiss that sweet cunt, getting a second sample?
And suddenly, the day couldn’t go fast enough. Jane was last on my list, a five o’clock appointment, and all I wanted was for the hours to fly by. Fuck this shit. Fuck all these old grannies who needed mammograms and birth control. You’re not even fertile anymore, so get a grip. Just get lost and give me my Jane.
And finally, it was time. Four fifty-five.
“Your last patient is here,” called Emily down the hall. “Exam room one.”
“Thanks,” I nodded. “Feel free to leave early, it’s Friday night.”
“Oh really?” the blonde stood excitedly, already pulling her purse out of the desk drawer. “Thanks so much, I appreciate it. Dr. Alba usually lets me leave early on Fridays too.”
I nodded in what I hoped was a friendly, non-threatening manner.
“Sure, just lock the door on your way out,” was my deep growl. “I’ll be sure to set the alarm.”
“Okay, the code is five-two-three,” Emily panted, practically running towards the front door. “Don’t forget.”
“I won’t,” was my rasp as the slab of wood slammed shut. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
And with that, I turned towards Exam Room One. Finally. Jane was here. I was going to see my sweet girl again after a year of absence, and oh shit, but my dick was twitching already, lengthening just from anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked firmly on the door.
“Come in,” a musical voice called.
Slowly, the handle turned, the slab swinging open.
And then I saw her. My girl. The most beautiful woman in the world, sitting innocently on the exam table, just like the first time we met.
Except stop the presses.
She was even better looking now.
Heavier. Curvier. The voluptuous body fuller everywhere, from the looks of it. Those boobs had popped from Double Ds to full Hs, pressing against the thin paper robe. That fat ass compressed the soft cushion, heavy and full.
Oh shit. My dick jerked, visualizing the white cheeks and how Jane had pulled them apart for me. How she’d begged me to put it in, voice mewling as her cunt glistened wetly.
And of course, it’d been so good. Impossible to resist. Steamy pussy topped by a brownie?
My favorite.
But now, the brunette was looking at me with wide, shocked eyes.
“Dr. Morgan?” came her hoarse whisper. “Travis?”
“Jane, hello,” I said curtly.
“Hi -hi,” the girl stammered. “I didn’t expect you. Where’s Dr. Alba?” Her head swiveled, eyes running frantically as if somehow Maura would appear here, in the small room.
“Dr. Alba’s on vacation,” I said. “You’re here for a check-up right?”
Jane was silent for a moment, unable to formulate any words.
“Well yes,” she managed in a strangled tone. “Yes, my annual exam.”
I glanced down at the chart.
“Perfect,” were my words. “Same as always? Anything gone wrong recently?”
Her cheeks flared.
“Um,” she managed. “Um, well ….”
But I’d already moved on, looking down at the chart once more.
“Perfect. It says here you’ve gained thirty pounds. Any reason for that? Not that it looks bad,” came my hasty words. “But I need to ask as your doctor. Sudden weight gain can be a sign of all sorts of issues.”
The brunette stared at me, cheeks flushing.
“Um,” she managed another strangled syllable, hands twisting in her lap. “Well, Dr. Morgan ….”
But I’d already swept ahead, so fucking eager to start the exam and get my hands on those generous curves.
“And it says here that you’re post-partum,” my voice finished, business-like and professional. “That’s normal –”
Suddenly it was my voice breaking and snapping off.
Post-partum?
What the fuck?
Had my Jane given birth?
Had she given birth to my child?
My head jerked up, blue eyes clashing with that caramel brown.
“Post-partum,” came my choked voice. “Oh shit.”
And her next words answered my unspoken question.
“I tried to find you,” she said softly. “I tried so hard.”
The blood drained from my body, and I dropped limply into a chair, unable to move.
Holy fuck!
I had a baby with Jane!
My sperm connected with that fertile teen body a year ago, and now I was a dad!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
“Jane,” I managed, the air tight in my chest. “What happened? Tell me, sweetheart. I need to know.”
The brunette took a deep breath.
“Dr. Morgan,” she began slowly. “You know we didn’t use protection that day.”
I nodded mutely. And shit, it’d been the best decision ever, feeling that sweet cunt bare and naked on my dick. Except now there was this. My chest pounding, I could barely breathe.
And Jane took another deep breath.
“We didn’t use protection,” she repeated, “and so I got pregnant. I didn’t believe it at first because you know they say you can’t get pregnant your first time.”
I cut in then.
“That’s a lie.”
She nodded her head quickly.
“Obviously, since we know the results,” she said, gesturing to her belly like the baby was still there. “But I had some real problems at first. You know, whether to keep the child or not.”
My heart almost exploded from my chest then.
“You were going to terminate my baby?” was my raspy voice. “That was an option?”
Jane’s brown eyes filled with tears.
“Well yes, because the situation was hopeless. I was eighteen. Living with my family, and I’d just given my virginity to a much-older man that I might never see again.
My breath stopped in my chest.
“Why didn’t you find me?”
She shrugged.
“I tried,” were her small words. “But you’re good at hiding.”
That was true. I’ve become adept at avoiding nosy women, and all my tricks came out last year. Going abroad and practicing medicine in Africa for a while. Changing cell phones multiple times. Hell, even Customs had a hard time sometimes, border control squinting at me as they ran my passport.
“So I tried,” Jane said again, breathing in. “But I couldn’t get any info. I asked Dr. Alba’s office, but they wouldn’t say. Professional ethics and all.”
I nodded, still stunned. Maura’s always been a good doctor, she knew exactly which lines were not to be crossed.
“Did you tell them why, though?” was my hoarse rasp. “Did you tell them you were expecting my baby? They would have found me then.”
Jane hesitated for a moment.
“No,” she said finally in a small voice. “Because I didn’t want to get you in trouble, Travis. If they found out that you’d impregnated an eighteen year old patient, you would have been hunted and lynched. And I didn’t want that to happen.”
I nodded. Shit, this little girl really cared about me. It was within her rights to have me lynched, and yet she’d chosen to keep her secret so that I wouldn’t get in trouble with the medical board.
“And?” I continued hoarsely. “What next?”
She fidgeted, biting her lip.
“When I couldn’t find you, I had a big decision on my hands. Terminate the pregnancy or move forwards as a single mom. You have to understand, Travis. I looked for you, I really did, and you couldn’t be found. I really thought that I was in it alone, and raising a child is no easy feat.”
I nodded, lump in my throat. My parents died when I was twenty, leaving me to raise my younger brother Halston. He was a rambunctious ten year old, but I’d managed, just barely. By comparison, a baby was a whole other bag of shits and giggles, about a million times harder.
“What made you decide to keep the child?” I asked, blue eyes fierce. Because oh god, I wanted this baby. I needed to see my progeny stat.
Jane blushed, looking down.
“It was you, Travis. This baby was conceived in pleasure, and he deserved a chance to live. Even if I never saw you again, I knew I wanted to look into his eyes and be reminded of the most amazing sex I’d ever had. The most amazing sex I’ve ever had,” she added softly.
“You’ve ever had …?” my voice trailed off.
And she blushed again.
“Well yes. After I found out I was pregnant, I started getting big,” she said gesturing to her new body. “Who would want to date a pregnant lady anyways? So yes, you’re the only man I’ve been with, even now. And then I gave birth, and I’m still big,” she said, this time her voice trailing off.
My stare was hungry, gaze appreciative.
“You look even better than before,” came my raspy voice. “Even more beautiful and desirable.”
The brunette parted her lips in a sweet smile.
“Thank you Travis. You don’t have to blow smoke up my ass.”
But I shook my head fiercely.
“I’m not blowing smoke baby. You look amazing. I can’t wait to see what’s under that robe.”
Because shit, I wanted her. Knowing that she was the mother of my child only made me want Jane even more, that fleshy, fertile body stamped with my sperm, bearing the proof of our love.
But Jane is no dummy. Raising her eyes to me, she asked me simply.
“Are you here to stay? What are your plans, Travis? Because now that you know, is anything different?”
And the tsunami that shook my heart almost knocked me off my feet. Because yes, everything was different to the nth degree. Knowing that the girl of my dreams had had my child changed everything, and I nodded like a madman, taking those small hands in mine.
“Sweetheart,” came my growl. “I’ve thought of nothing but you for the past year. What I did,” came my achy voice. “Was wrong. Absolutely wrong.”
She nodded slightly but then blushed.
“But I wanted it,” was her breathy admission. “Does that still make it wrong?”
Oh shit, oh shit. My cock jerked, a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. I had to get into her stat. But there were words to be said, the truth escaping from my lips.
“Honey, you’re young,” I began again.
“Not that young,” she interrupted, meeting my gaze. “I’m legal.”
Aw shit, my dick jerked again, but I forced myself to continue.
“You’re young, so you don’t know,” I continued, my tones deep and serious. “What I did with you was wrong. Even if you said yes, you couldn’t really say yes, do you understand? You were in a compromised position.”
Her forehead scrunched for a second.
“But how?” was her plaintive question. “Doesn’t yes mean yes?”
Oh shit. Kids these days get some much sex ed training that a word as simple as “yes” gets twisted around in meaning. But I had to try. I owed it to her.
“Sweetheart,” I began again. “Of course yes means yes. But you were in an impossible position. You came in expecting to get an exam. You came in expecting a professional relationship, and I was the health care provider. I was supposed to be a guiding hand, a senior figure responsible for your well-being.”
She smiled sweetly.
“I know that,” was her soft reply. “And you did care about my well-being. Very well in fact.”
The play on words made my lips quirk slightly.
“Jane,” I said seriously this time, squeezing those small hands in a firm grasp. “You’re beautiful and young. What I did to you is wrong, and never should have happened. The circumstances, honey? I’ve re-lived them again and again in my head. I violated the oath I took so long ago as a young doctor. I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry.”
She smiled again, this time resting one small palm against my cheek.
“I forgive you Dr. Morgan. In fact, I was never angry. Because little Noah is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”
My throat closed, eyes suddenly feeling suspiciously hot.
“His name is Noah?” came my voice, trembly and weak. Oh shit, oh shit, the words were so hard to get out, my tone strangled.
She nodded.
“His name is Noah, and Travis,” she said on a whisper. “He looks just like you. The same black hair and blue eyes. The same dimple and mischievous smile,” she said, moving on finger to trace over my lips. “The same way of worming your way into my heart.”
And I was a lost man then. Slowly, I licked that digit as she rubbed it against my mouth. Oh fuck, oh fuck. My baby wasn’t angry. In fact, the opposite. The son we had together was the best thing in her life, and she was a beautiful, beaming mother, healthy and rested, staring at me with love.
“Life hasn’t been easy since you were gone,” she acknowledged softly. “And I wasn’t sure that you’d ever come back. But I went to church every week, said my prayers every night, and guess what? They were answered.”
My heart almost tore from my chest then.
“And in response to your question,” came my low, raspy growl. “I’m not leaving here. I’m in Perth to stay. Wherever you and Noah are, is where I’m gonna be.”
That smile was enough to give sight to a blind man.
“Oh good, Dr. Morgan. Because I need something from you.”
Bending my head, I kissed her cheek before gently trailing a tongue against that elegant jawline.
“What is it sweetheart? What’s mine is yours.”
And the brunette leaned back for a moment, smiling sweetly.
“I need your cock, Dr. Morgan. I’ve been dreaming of it for a year now, and I need it real bad. I’m empty without you, my pussy’s like an open hole without a plug.”
And I was on her then. Because she wasn’t the only one having wet dreams. I needed this luscious form, the huge Double Ds, that sweetly creaming cunt on my dick once more. With rough hands, the paper gown was torn from her body, thrown to the floor like a piece of trash.
“Bend over,” I rasped. “Get up baby, stretch.”
Her mouth opened into a surprised “O.”
“Right now?” she whispered.
My grin was immediate.
“Sweetheart, the first time we made love was right here. It was good once, it’ll be even better the second time around. Now right here, honey. Bend over the exam table, show me your cunt.”
And moaning, the girl did as told. Slowly that sinuous back bent over until her rump was poised in the air, luscious and white, exposing her all.
Because oh shit, she was beautiful. Her white butt cheeks spread, revealing a hot, puffy pink slit, already dripping with juices. And I couldn’t help it. Bending down, I took a deep taste, sampling that delicious dew.
“Oh Travis,” she moaned, throwing her head back, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh Travis!”
And I’m still a doctor at heart. After everything that’s happened, my medical skills came to the fore, and I popped out my otoscope. It’s a handheld device that every physician has, with a triangular head that lights up when you peer into babies’ ears.
Except I wasn’t using it to peer into anyone’s ears or nose. I was going to look into my sweet girl’s cunt and ass.
“Open wide,” I commanded. “Reach a hand between your legs and show me those ruby insides.”
She gasped, eyes going wide.
“What? But Tr-Travis, I’m not a virgin anymore. There’s nothing to see up there.”
“I know sweetheart. I just want to see how tight you are, and if the baby’s stretched you out any.”
She giggled then.
“I’m not stretched out at all. It hurts to put even a tampon up there. I’m still practicing,” she admitted, face flushing beautifully. “I’m using the teen training tampons that are half as thick and half as long as prep.”
My dick literally spurted then, leaving a wet splotch on my pants. That was exactly what I wanted to hear, but there was nothing like seeing with your own eyes.
“Open up sweetheart,” came my growl. “Do as I ask.”
And giggling again, the girl obeyed. But Jane is a dirty whore, because she did me one better.
“How about this?” she asked breathily. “How do you like this, Dr. Morgan?”
Because with one hand, she reached down between her legs, pulling those pussy lips apart and showing me the glistening flesh. But with her other hand, she reached back and held one big butt cheek to the right so that her brown hole was revealed.
“How about that?” she cooed, big boobies swaying as both her secret spaces were revealed. “You like that instead?”
And oh fuck, oh fuck, but it was all over. Because instrument in hand, I couldn’t resist. I angled it towards those pussy lips and shone the light into her vaginal canal. Beautiful. Pink, pulsing walls, healthy and firm. With one finger, I reached inside and stroked the tightness, nectar coating my digit.
“Fuck baby,” came my rasp, popping it into my mouth. “Fuck you’re so healthy, you’ve been eating well.”
Because her personal ambrosia was sweet and tangy, exactly what I wanted coating my dick. But there was still another hole as well. Scope in hand, I pointed it at her butt then, homing in on that tight asshole.
“Wider,” came my harsh grunt. “Pull yourself open even more.”
And the girl complied. Moaning gutturally, she reached both hands back to pull her ass cheeks apart, revealing that steaming brownie. And pushing the head into her anus, I took a deep, penetrating look.
Oh shit, she was beautiful. The chocolate depths were dry and aromatic, beckoning to me, so clean and yet dirty at once.
“Do you like it?” she whispered hotly, looking at me over her shoulder. “Is this what you like? Because I’ll let you put it in.”
And how can a man resist a statement like that? Immediately, my finger circled her rim, rubbing the tight ring before pressing on those rigid pleats.
“Let go,” was my groaned command. “Relax and let go.”
And closing her eyes, the girl’s brow lowered in concentration.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, big boobies dangling even as her butt strained. “Mmmm.”
“No honey,” I said softly, leaning down to lick her anus once. “Don’t strain. That’s the wrong thing, not like you’re giving birth all over again. Breathe deep and just flow. Imagine warm honey coating your body and worming its way up your ass. That’s how you get relaxed.”
And taking another deep breath, the brunette tried again.
“Unnnnh,” she moaned, eyes closed, chin tipping up. “Unnnn. Is that better?”
And it was. This time, I got my finger all the way up to the first knuckle in that tight rectum.
“Great job,” I praised. “Amazing work, sweet thing, we’re definitely making progress.” Because she was getting dick up there, my baby was gonna swallow me with her ass today.
But there was no reason to freak her out just yet.
“Honey,” I began slowly. “Do you think you can take this up there?”
And in my hand was a set of plastic ben wa balls. They’re not exactly medical devices. Well they are, if you believe in all that karma sutra shit.
“What is that?” she gasped, eyeing the purple plastic. “Do they go in my …?”
I laughed.
“They sure do, sweet pea. But let’s get you in a more comfortable position. And I promise, we’ll use lube. Come on, sweetheart. Sit here.”
Carefully, I slid a rolling stool towards her. It was about two and a half feet tall, just a regular stool a doctor uses during exams.
She straightened, eyeing it.
“Just sit? Like normal?”
I paused for an instant.
“Sit,” I commanded, “And then we’ll talk.”
Slowly, she levered that lush, gorgeous form onto the stool before lifting caramel brown eyes to me.
“What next then?” she asked.
“Lean forward a little,” was my harsh growl. “Put your hands on the seat and lean forwards a little.”
Obeying my girl put both hands on the stool between her legs and leaned forward.
“More,” I commanded. “Bend over more.”
The brunette kept leaning forward until her knees parted nicely, butt almost lifting off the edge. But that was exactly what I wanted.
“Keep going sweetheart. Move back a little while leaning forward so that your bottom hangs off the edge of the seat. The doctor wants access.”
And finally, Jane realized what I was doing. I was positioning her ass so that it was poised right up over the edge of the chair, with easy entree to both holes.
“Oh!” she cried out, eyes scandalized. “Oh oh!”
Because once she was in position, I went straight for the target. Gripping the ben-wa balls firmly, I began insertion.
“Oh!” the girl cried out, fingers white knuckled as they gripped the stool. “Oh oh!”
I growled from behind her.
“You ever put anything up here before, sweetheart? Or is this your first time?”
She couldn’t answer immediately, completely focused on the sensations in her ass.
“This – this is my first time,” she panted, beautiful body quivering, a sheen of sweat forming on those haunches. “This is my first.”
I growled appreciatively.
“Ben wa balls are a medically accepted method of stretching your anus. Did you know that sweetheart? Along with butt plugs, we recommend these things to patients with ulcerative colitis whose rectal canals have been scarred as a result of their disease.”
This was the medicine man in me talking. But my eyes were anything but professional. Because it looked so good, watching those purple balls disappear up her butt one by one, each one going in slow and then disappearing as they were accepted by that curvy body.
“Unnnh,” the girl moaned, eyes squeezed shut as her ass was invaded. “Unnnh, oh god.”
“Good girl,” I praised, cock now jutting out ninety degrees. Because when her back was turned, I took everything off, now just as butt naked as her. “Good girl sweetheart. I’m gonna pull it out now, you ready?”
But she couldn’t answer, every cell focused on the back tunnel invasion.
“Okay, here we go. Let’s stretch that tight little rim.”
And slowly, I pulled the ben wa balls out, one by one. It was fucking disgusting to watch for sure. Her rim elongated slowly as the circumference grew, stretching obscenely. And slowly, one by one each ball popped out, leaving the girl gasping and panting, anal gape visible.
“Beautiful,” I rumbled, bending down and licking that darkness, making her shriek. “Gorgeous.”
Because there was an end goal to all this. I was putting dick into that dark channel, this was all foreplay. Squeezing some medical grade lube into my fist, I rubbed it all over my fat cock.
“You ready honey? This isn’t gonna be so bad because first, you’re already worked over, and second, this lube ain’t your mama’s lube. This is the shit we use for deep dicking.”
She gasped, looking at me over one slim shoulder.
“Doctors use special lube for sex?” she whispered. “What is it?”
I chuckled deep in my throat.
“Oh yeah. We have access to the best stuff, and that includes lubricants. This shit is straight up for operations, providing the best control and clinically appropriate feel, while reducing unwanted noise.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Clinically appropriate feel? Unwanted noise?”
A chuckle sounded from deep within my chest.
“Hell yeah, sweetheart. You know regular lube? That shit almost squeaks, it’s fucking annoying. Now this here stuff sounds wet, but it squelches instead of squeaks. It’s way better.”
Her mouth opened and closed once, no sounds coming out. So I continued.
“And yeah, this lube provides the best range of motion when using a device. No weird slippage, plus it lengthens the life of equipment sometimes. Did you know that? Of course, we’re not looking for an appropriate feel, I’m giving you something deep and hard, it’s the opposite of appropriate.”
And with that, her mouth snapped shut, eyes still wide. But Jane is a brave girl. Oh yeah, I’d already taken her cherry and given her a baby. This was gonna be a walk in the park.
“Okay Dr. Morgan. But be gentle, please? I just – I’m not sure,” she said, chin quivering. “You’re so big.”
“It’s gonna be fine,” I assured her. “More than fine, fan-fucking tastic.”
Because with that, my glans brushed her back hole. The pleats contracted reflexively, Jane inhaling in surprise.
“Calm,” I growled deeply, one big hand gripping her hip. “Calm.”
And with that, I pressed forwards again, this time more insistently, her little butt struggling. Goddamn. There’d been balls in there just seconds before, but Jane’s ass was as tight as a virgin.
“Unnnh,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Because it happened then. With a sticky popping sound, I was in. The head of my cock surfed into that pretty little butt, and I held still for a moment. Shit, she was so young, so fresh, those anal walls clamping hard on me.
“Fuuuuuck, baby girl. Fuck you feel good.”
But all that lube had a purpose. Because slowly, gently, I pushed forward again, cramming that tiny rectum full of cock.
“Unnnh!” she squealed, eyes falling closed, face squinched in concentration. “Unnnh!”
“That’s right, baby girl,” I rasped. “Just feel. Give it up and just feel.”
And with that, the fucking began. I wish I could say I was gentle. After all, the brunette deserved it for a million reasons. She’d just had a baby. She was meeting the baby’s daddy again after a year apart, not knowing what would happen. She was getting her ass cherry popped, feeling massive cock in her back end for the first time.
But I’m a motherfucker, and shit doesn’t work like that. This was my woman. The one I’d dreamed about for a year straight. So fuck, there was no sweet anal sex, no slow, passionate kissing. Instead, I went at her like a dog in heat, dipping my fuckrod into that ass again and again.
“Fuck, fuck,” I panted with each heavy pound. “You like it don’t you? You’re a fucking butt slut.”
Jane should have pushed me away. She should have run screaming to call 9-1-1. But instead, my girl accommodated me, gripping the counter even tighter, meeting every thrust with backwards pushes of that meaty butt.
“Yes, I’m a butt slut,” she panted, confirming my accusation. “Yes, Dr. Morgan, give it to me, I want your fat cock in my ass!”
And after a couple more hard, driving pounds, it happened. I burst in her anus, splashing that tight canal with blast after blast of hot cum.
“SHIT!” came my conquering roar, liters of sperm pumping into that tiny rectum. “Fuck shit fuck!”
And Jane exploded in a series of spasms them, ass clenching and clamping on my fuckrod so tight.
“Travis!” came her helpless shriek, pussy and ass shaking like a world war. “Oh Travis!”
And shit, but it was good. The teenage whore was mine again, letting me buttfuck her after hours in the office. Jane was nude once again, creaming and moaning in my arms, better than the best dream.
So after it was over, I pulled out, hard shaft glistening and wet.
“Did you like it?” I rasped, kissing her ear. “Did you like it? Because sweetheart, there’s more of that where it came from.”
And Jane turned to look at me, big boobies still heaving with exertion.
“Oh Dr. Morgan,” she sighed. “I more than liked it. I loved it. Because look,” she said, twirling on the stool so that she faced me. “Look what I’m doing.”
And with little fingers, she scooped the white cum escaping from her asshole and pushed it into her pussy, virile sperm disappearing into her folds.
“See Dr. Morgan?” she cooed flirtatiously. “I liked it so much that I want another baby. Noah deserves a little brother or sister, don’t you think?’
And eyes flaring, I leaned forward to kiss her again, catching that sweet pout with my lips. Because shit, how did I get so lucky? With Jane the world was right again. After traveling the globe for decades, I was finally gonna settle down with the girl of my dreams and my own little family.
THE END