Slowly, my head shook.
“I know you’re concerned, but don’t be. I know what I’m doing. It was an amazing experience, I’ve never felt this way before.”
She interrupted.
“That’s because you just lost your virginity! Everyone feels that way the first time!”
“No, this is different,” I said firmly. “I know this is different.”
But Jane couldn’t be persuaded.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said scornfully, lips pressed into a thin white line. “No idea.”
But here, my sister was wrong. Because everything about the encounter was right. Unexpected yes. But right. I’d just come again, sucking his sperm deep inside my pussy while re-living the experience. And I could feel his kisses too, the tender touch, the whispered entreaties.
“Come for me,” he’d beckoned. “Come on my mouth.”
“Spill,” he’d commanded. “Let that pussy go.”
And finally:
“You’re beautiful,” he’d complimented. “So gorgeous in every way.”
So I knew I was right, and Martha was wrong. Travis felt something for me. Maybe not love quite yet, but definitely heated interest. And he’d come in me, spewing that virile sperm into my pussy bareback. So we had to talk for sure. The only question was … when would I see the doctor again?
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?
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br /> 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.
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