Doctor Babymaker

by Madison Faye

  Even without the illicit table-side fun though, I was loving being around her like this, even if it was just eating a meal together out at a restaurant. Ok, I knew it wasn't actually a date, and knew I was being a fucking idiot for even thinking like that, but there were enough elements of the fantasy there where I could at least half pretend.

  We all made the usual small-talk; classes, how cold it was up here, which campuses a very bored-looking Dennis was going to be touring over the weekend, and even some inquiries about Karen. That last one was a little strange because I’d honestly never even called her again after that dinner, as much as Sarah kept trying to make it happen.

  We'd all taken our time ordering, and after we did, Chelsea excused herself to the bathroom. I jumped a little as I felt a hand on my knee, giving me just the briefest of squeezes before sliding off my leg. I turned, surprised, to see her giving me the world’s most covert wink before she stood, folded her napkin on the table, and walked away.

  "I, uh, I need to go too, actually." The second I said it, I froze, suddenly realizing how suspicious that was.

  Wait, no it's not; I thought, rolling my eyes to myself at how paranoid that sounded. Looking around at her smiling family, I realized that they still saw her as their little girl; their sweet little Chelsea. That I was secretly having unprotected, forbidden naughty sex with my best friend’s daughter - his young, barely legal, totally off limits daughter - was probably the single last thought any of them would ever have.

  Fuck, hopefully the last thought they’d ever have.

  I stood and hurriedly made my way to the back of the restaurant.

  I frowned, not seeing her by the bathrooms as I’d sort of expected to, before the women’s room door flew open, and she came crashing into my arms. And then she was moaning as I pulled her tightly to me, and kissed her mouth with my own. She melted into me, before gasping as I yanked us into the men’s room and quickly moved into one of the stalls.

  I’m not saying it was the world’s most romantic spot, but it’s not like I had the luxury of groping her and making out with her in the hallway, where her parents could walk in on us.

  "Jesus, I've missed you." My hungry eyes drank her in as I pulled back from the kiss for a moment.

  I could feel my cock thickening and pressing against her through my slacks, and I grinned into those perfectly sexy, wide eyes of hers as I watched her cock an eyebrow. “Oh really, huh? Missing certain parts of me more than other's, Mr. Harding?"

  I growled and my pulse jumped in that way it always seemed to do when she called me by that name. It was as if referring to me like that - Mr. Harding, instead of just Jake - highlighted the illicitness of the affair. That name brought it back that she was little nineteen year old Chelsea from next door; my best friend's daughter.

  I grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly to me, and she moaned as I let my thick bulge press into her. She knew that I wanted her. Not later, not when the "how" and "when" and "where" were so unsure, but right there, right then.

  "Can we be quick?"

  My eyes went wide as she quickly started pulling on my belt, and I cocked an eyebrow at her boldness. “Here? You remember what I said about playing with fire, don’t you?”

  “I’ve got a fire, Mr. Harding,” she husked seductively into my ear. “You can play with it if you want to.”

  My cock twitched and I quickly pushed her fumbling hands aside and yanked down my zipper. She cooed as she slipped her hand inside and clasped her small fingers around my thick cock, and I knew I had to have her right there.

  I pressed her hard against the stall door as I practically tore the buttons from her shirt getting it open. She moaned - louder than she should have given our current situation - as she thrust her small, perky tits up to my hungry mouth.

  I was pulling at the front button to her skin-tight jeans, and I grunted as she pulled my lips off of her soft little nipple. “You know a fucking skirt would've made things easier."

  She giggled, reaching down to pull the front of her jeans open and push them down over her slender hips. “Are you kidding? It's fucking freezing out there!"

  She gasped as my mouth attacked the side of her neck, nipping at the tender skin there as I growled into her ear. “Language, young lady."

  She about came right there at my words, her whole body shuddering against me as she whimpered.

  I shoved her jeans along with her soaking wet panties down to her knees, before finishing with my own trousers, letting them drop to the floor. She moaned, clutching my face to her neck as my rock-hard cock pressed against her belly, the thick shaft pulsing hot trapped between our bodies.

  "We have to be quick, honey." I rasped into my ear, and she moaned as I spun her around and started to bend her over the back of the toilet.

  “Oh God, Mr. Harding, are you gonna fuck me right here in the bathroom bent over the toilet like this?” She was teasing me, using that cutesy little voice of hers to get my blood fucking boiling. And it was damn well working.

  It was pretty raunchy and dirty to fuck her like his in the damn men’s room. Given my choice, I’d lay her out on the softest bed in the world with obscene thread counts and her fuck her like a Goddamn queen. But, I fucking needed her right then. I needed to feel that tight young pussy clench around me, and I needed to fill her with every drop of cum I’d had boiling in my balls since she’d left.

  "Just fuck me, please Mr. Harding!" She turned and whimpered at me, biting her lip as she watched me slowly pump my cock and move in behind her.

  "Oh yeeeessss..." She moaned out as my fat knob pushed between her slippery lips and began to ease into her tight slit. Fuck I'd missed this.

  "Fuck my little pussy, Mr. Harding! I want to feel you come up inside me again! I want to go back to the dinner table and to my parents with your cum leaking out of me!"

  I grunted like a damn animal behind her, and she groaned and gasped as I suddenly rocked my hips forward and wedged every thick inch of my cock into her tight cunt.

  There was no time for slow and steady here, or finding a rhythm. We both knew we were pushing it to the absolute limit this time, and I knew we were both so hot for each other that we just wanted it hard and fast; animalistic and rough.

  Her knuckles were white as she clawed at the wall behind the toilet, bent over with her jeans and panties around her knees getting fucked hard and deep like a slut. Like my slut. My big hands held her firmly by her slender little waist as I fucked her, my fingers digging into her skin as I sawed my dick in and out of her tight slit.

  "God, Chelsea, I missed you; I missed this."

  She moaned and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she turned to watch me fuck her, pushing back onto my thrusts.

  As before, I let myself imagine the consequences of fucking her bareback like this, with no protection. I was willing to be she still wasn't on the pill, and seeing as how I’d had the full fertility exam after the whole debacle with Lenore, I knew for a medical fact that I wasn’t firing blanks.

  But that was that little extra, beyond the fact that she was so young, and my buddy’s daughter, that made it so fucking hot. Being bare inside of her added such an extra edge of sinfulness that I found myself clawing at my own sanity as I pounded into the slick wet heaven of her pussy.

  And I knew she was close, as I started to feel her channel clench me even tighter, even more of her juices dribbling down to my balls as I pounded her tight little nineteen year old pussy hard, making her mine. My heavy balls - so swollen and full of potent seed for her - slapped her stretched lips with every thrust, and I could hear her whimpering moans begin to mimic my own growls in intensity.

  Suddenly, the door to the men's room opened. In one quick move, without ever pulling out of her tight, velvety slit, I suddenly pulled her up and spun us both around - a move that impressed even me just about as much as it surprised her. All of a sudden, instead of bent over with me fucking her from behind, I found myself sitting squarely on the lid of the toil
et with her in my lap. She was still impaled to the hilt on my thick rod with her legs up in the air and my hands gripping her thighs.

  I could feel my cock pulse inside of her, both of us suddenly dead silent and grinning as a pair of shoes walked past the door to the stall to the row of urinals next to it. I groaned quietly, feeling her pussy clenching my cock tight; milking me gently with her muscles and making my growl as I nipped at her ear.

  "You okay in there Jake?"

  We both froze.

  The man at the urinals was her father.

  I could feel Chelsea tense up like a rock on top of me; her hands gripping my legs tightly, her breath hitching in her throat. I could feel her pulse jumping like a train off the tracks as she leaned back into me.

  I knew her dad could only see my feet, along with my trousers around my ankles under the stall wall; seeing as her legs were being held up by me. But, I could hardly blame her for being terrified. Shit, I was! As suddenly frozen in fear as I was at the possibility of getting caught like this by my buddy, I couldn't even imagine how much worse it felt to be her right then. Of course, I think we both knew that if we were caught there in that bathroom like that, there'd be hell to pay for the man balls-deep in his best friend and neighbor's nineteen year old daughter.

  I coughed, clearing my throat. “Ugh- yep! Yeah, for sure, Mike. Must’ve had something I shouldn't have."

  I could feel her grin at my double-entendre, and I responded by rocking my hips just a bit, grinding deep into her pussy.

  "Shoot man, well I hope you feel better after a bathroom break; they're bringing those steaks out now at the table and they're lookin’ great! Nice and pink on the inside just the way you like em!"

  Jesus; this was almost too much. Between the rush of fear making the adrenaline course like fire through my veins, and how close I'd gotten to coming, and then despite all of this, how fucking good this girl’s perfect slit felt stretched around my cock, I was practically panting. The fact that we were so close to getting caught sent a rush through me, causing my blood to pump in ways I knew she could feel.

  "Well, I'll be out in just a few, buddy. Feeling better already in here."

  I suddenly had to clench my jaw, hard, as innocent little Chelsea started to fuck me, right there in the bathroom stall, with her dad standing right outside washing his hands at the sink. I squeezed her thigh hard, and she turned to look at me with a look of pure pleasure on her face. I bit her shoulder, hard, and she barely had time to cover her mouth with her hands to stop the moan from tumbling out as I rocked my cock deep into her pussy.

  My strong hands gripped her much smaller body tightly and I slowly started to pump my hips up and down, easing my throbbing dick in and out of her clenching, naughty little pussy. It was taking everything I had not to roar right there as the waves of pleasure spilled over me.

  "Yeah, something must've gotten into Chelsea too."

  I bit her shoulder hard again, trying to suppress the feeling of fucking bliss rolling through me as she continued to slowly fuck herself on my cock. "Uh, oh yeah?" I grunted, my heartbeat hammering against her back.

  "Yeah, she’s been a bit long in the bathroom too. Hope she's okay.”

  I muffled a grunt into her shoulder. “Oh, yeah, I'm sure she's fine Mike. Probably just college stuff; maybe she had to call a boy or something."

  She sank back into me, her body going almost limp with pleasure as she let me slowly pump her slit full of my dick, knowing I was pushing her right up to the edge of that climax.

  I could hear Mike chuckling at the sink as he finished drying his hands. “A boy? Hah! C’mon Jake, I doubt she's there yet. My Chelsea's a real little angel, you know."

  I groaned loudly, my voice catching in my throat as my cock throbbed inside of her tight, velvety pussy. “Oh, yeah, a real angel, Mike!" I thrust my hips up, and she stuck her hand into her mouth and bit it to keep from crying out.

  "Alright buddy, well I'll see you back out there soon. Hey and thanks again for coming tonight, I know it meant a lot to Chelsea."

  As soon as the door shut behind him, I groaned out loud and just started to fuck my cock up into her with deep, powerful strokes. Just feeling her tight slit grip me like that as she started to whimper and shake and go tense in my arms as I pounded her little pussy got my blood roaring to a boil.

  And then she came, like a Goddamn firecracker. She moaned loudly into her hands, her tight slit clenching impossibly tighter around my thick girth before I felt her honey drip down my balls. The climax tore through her as she went to pieces on my lap, moaning and shaking and bouncing on my cock as she came again and again and again.

  "Oh fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme Mr. Harding! Fill my pussy! Fill me with your cum! I want your cum so bad Mr. Harding!”

  I choked out a gasp as my hips suddenly rocked up into her tight slit, and with a grunt, my cock erupted inside of her. I roared and started to pump what felt like a gallon of cum deep into her pussy. She shook and moaned through her own orgasm as I dumped every drop of my thick load inside of her bare, fertile young slit, knowing my cum was splashing right against the opening to her womb.

  We collapsed like that, her still with her panties and jeans around her knees with my thick erection throbbing and twitching out the last of my huge load inside of her.

  "Fuck, honey, we-"

  "We gotta get back to the table, I know."

  I really did not want her to get off my lap - not then, and not ever - but I knew we were way past pushing it right now.

  With a gasp, she stood, before instantly reaching down and yanking her panties up her long slender legs and pulling them tight against her pussy. I could already see the front of her panties soaking through with my cum leaking out of her, and I growled just thinking about how dirty that was as I pulled my own trousers up.

  Chelsea whirled around, giving me a quick, passionate kiss on the mouth before she opened the stall door and scurried to the door.

  "You go first, and I'll give it a few more minutes."

  She stopped at the door, turning back to me, grinning as I buckled my pants back up. "Oh, Mr. Harding?" She winked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight; it really did mean a lot to me." She giggled as I gave her a 'watch it' look, before she poked her head out the door and then scampered to the ladies room.

  I hung out in the bathroom for another few minutes, leaning over the sinks trying to catch my breath while I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The lines in my face were a lot more noticeable than they’d been when I was her age, that’s for damn sure. I had a few streaks of silver starting to show at my temples, and there was just something strange about really looking at yourself and seeing an older version of, well, you.

  What the hell did that girl see in me?

  It’d have been easy to write the whole thing off as some girl with issues just looking for a “daddy figure” to fill a hole in her life - innuendo not intended. But I knew Mike, and the guy was an awesome father. So, it’s not like Chelsea was some sort of damaged individual who needed an emotional bandaid of sorts, and for some reason, that made this whole thing even more real.

  Because that meant she was really into me, and not just the idea of me. And that thought both exhilarated and scared the shit out of me.

  Okay, sure, on a purely physical, primal level, this girl was fucking amazing. She was this young, eager little sex-kitten ready and willing to learn anything and everything I could teach her. She wanted to learn it all, and she wanted me to teach it to her, and the base caveman part of me roared at that chance. There was the primal side of me that wanted to dominate and claim this girl as mine. I wanted to spend every Goddamn waking hour spreading those creamy thighs and burying my cock in that innocent little pussy over and over again. I wanted to fill her with every single drop of my sticky cum again and again, until it trickled down her leg.

  Until it made her belly swell with life.

  I groaned at the thought, my cock twitching in my pants a the idea of my sin
fully tempting younger lover carrying my child; our child. I pictured her belly swelling up, her cheeks flushing pink, and her breasts growing tender, and I knew the whole fucking world would know she was mine then. The whole damn world would know that little angel belonged to me, and that I’d claimed her and laid my seed.

  Okay, a little caveman, I’ll admit, but that’s just what Chelsea did to me.

  And yeah, we still weren’t using protection. Knocking her up was a hot thought, but it was also a seriously possible outcome of us playing this little game of chance every damn time

  Of course, Chelsea getting pregnant by me could also mean me getting shot by her dad, and rightfully, really. I mean fuck, what sort of guy went around deflowering his buddy’s college-aged daughter? I tried to imagine what I’d do if it was Mike and a daughter of mine, but I couldn’t picture it because every thought trail ended in an image of me balls-deep in Chelsea’s perfect little pussy.

  Yeah, I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

  17

  Chelsea

  "Everything ok, honey? We were worried about you." My mom gave me a concerned look as I sat back at the table. Jake's face was flushed, and he smirked at me briefly before turning back to his dinner place.

  "Oh, yeah, sorry mom. My roommate called my cell - guy trouble or something."

  My parents smiled at me and then each other.

  "Well it's so nice to know you're the responsible one making the good choices that your friends can rely on, honey,” my dad said, smiling at me.

  I quickly turned to my plate, shoveling salad into my mouth to try and hide the cat-with-the-canary look on my face.