Released

The holidays were over and things were finally settling back into routine. “Thankfully,” she whispered, gently pulling the blanket up over the precious, sleeping 20 month old in her crib. She watched her daughter alternate between sucking on the pacifier and pausing for minutes, all the time sleeping, and smiled. There had been much activity the past few months and everyone’s schedules had been completely thrown off. First, her little brother had arrived. Then Thanksgiving and the flurry of activities that led into Christmas. More family had been around of course, to see the newest member of the family. Huge meals, decorations, too many bright packages and toys. It was time to settle down again, and she knew the little girl needed that, as well.

Across the room, a faint whimper, then stirring; was it already time to feed the baby again? She crossed to his crib and saw his little blue eyes blinking in the darkness and his face starting its pre-cry pucker. “I’m right here, sweetie,” she cooed, quietly lowering the side of the crib and gathering him up in her arms. “You are soaked head to toe,” she whispered in his ear and he cooed over her shoulder kicking his legs. She gathered everything needed to completely change the 2 month old wiggler and headed out to the living room to do that and feed him again.

She could hear her husband snoring lightly in the bedroom they all shared. He had to be up early for work, while she was still on maternity leave. Thus, she was on nighttime duty. So tired, she just wanted to cuddle in behind him and sleep for a full night, for more than 3 hours at a time. More than that, she wanted him to hold her in his arms, to kiss her goodnight, so she could fall asleep with her head on his lightly furry chest. She missed his touch and time alone with him, even if it was just time that both kids were asleep. She couldn’t wait to be able to make love again, to feel his, thick, hard dick buried inside her. To feel that building intensity before he filled her with his now sperm free cum. She loved the way he made her body jump and flinch and finally give in completely to his tongue, his fingers, his cock.  He had been feeling left out since the baby was born, and she had tried her best through exhaustion to give him personal attention. Generally that had been a long, sensuous back and body rub followed by licking the head and shaft of his vascular rod and ended in deep-throating that beautiful cock until he exploded down the back of her throat...then one of the kids would wake up. 

Tomorrow was her final post partum check-up she reminded herself. Should be the go-ahead to resume sexual activity, she hoped, yawning. As usual, the baby’s sucking sounds lulled her to sleep on the couch with the little bundle in her arms.

Running late! Damn! She hated to be late for anything. Loading and unloading two kids and their possessions took longer than she was used to. Mom was chatty as usual about the kids and everything else of course. Her parents were watching the kids while she went to her Dr.’s appointment.  Pulling into late afternoon traffic carefully, she hoped that being an afternoon appointment, and a late afternoon one at that, the Dr. would be behind also. She did not want to reschedule and put off being released any longer. It could be weeks before she could get another appointment! She pulled into the complex’s lot, surprised that there were only a few cars there. She was just 5 minutes late. Didn’t they have appointments for another hour today? She hurriedly parked, grabbed her purse, and scooted inside.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Janeson,” the receptionist smiled up at her as she entered.

Out of breath, “I’m so sorry, I’m late. I don’t have to reschedule, do I?”

“Of course not,” the receptionist laughed. “You’re almost our last appointment for the day and the Dr. is running just a tad late anyway.”

She pulled out her billfold knowing she would need to pay her co-pay right away. “There are no cars here. I’m used to the lot being packed.”

The receptionist took her payment and explained, “There’s a conference in town so we’ve only had 2 Drs. today. We scheduled much lighter than usual and surprisingly, didn’t have many people to fit in. It’s been pretty calm today. If you are ready, I can take you to a room now.”

“Wow,” she chuckled, “I have never walked right in and been taken back. Yes, that’s fine. Let’s get this going.”

First stop was the scale where she discovered that most of her pregnancy weight was gone. THAT was a nice surprise. She still felt bigger than she wanted to. She was generally pretty fit and had an athletic build, but with this pregnancy she had ballooned up quickly and because she was just 5’3”, she had felt like a beach ball. She still had a rounded belly that was softer than she liked, and of course her breasts were larger and full.

Her temperature, pulse, and blood pressure was taken and she provided a quick urine sample before she was led into the exam room. “There is a gown on the counter, please completely undress and put it on with the ties to the front. You can sit on the love seat or exam chair, which ever you prefer. Dr. will be in shortly.” The door shut quietly.

One thing she loved about this practice was the décor. Nothing was stark white or institutionally colored. The rooms were painted in warm, comfortable hues with carpeted or tiled floors. All of the wood trim was unpainted, natural oak. Every room had recliners or love seats with pillows, and even throws in case one was chilly. The exam tables were not typical and did not appear to be medical equipment. They were leather recliners almost, that would recline flat as a table, or sit straight up…they even had foot rests. The entire complex was warm and inviting.

She undresses and donned the gown, tying it in front, all three sets of ties, Even the gowns were soft and warm and in beautifully rich colors. Leaving her purse on the floor by the love seat, she sat in the exam chair, pulling up the foot rest and closing her eyes to relax.

Several minutes later she was startled by a light knock on the door before it opened slowly. “How are you doing mommy of two?”

She recognized the deep, pleasant voice even before Dr. Shirk entered the room. Her heart picked up its pace and her breath came more quickly. Then he was standing just a foot in front of her. Why Dr. Shirk? He was tall, dark, and handsome as trite as that sounded. He had a perfectly sculpted jaw line and facial features; dark, thick hair with a little salt and pepper at the temples; amazing dark eyes that just carried you away. He was muscular without being too bulky. Even his cologne was amazingly sexy. The last appointment she had with him she was terribly miserable with strep throat…she had creamed her jeans by the time he took a throat culture!

“You look wonderful, Jen! Where’s the baby?” his eyes darted around the room as he reached for his stool and sat down to her side.

“I, um, hello, Dr. Shirk,” she stammered like a fool, “Um, my mother is watching the kids for me…oh, thank you, hiiii…” she was shivering a little now and she fought to keep an idiotic grin off of her face.

“Well, I was hoping to see the little guy, but it’s good that you get a break! Truly, you look wonderful! How are you feeling?” he asked sincerely.

“Good, great, fine,” she spit out too quickly, “I mean fine. Just a little tired,” she took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, staring at this gorgeous Dr. in his jeans and button front white shirt with a little chest hair peeking over the top. Was her tongue sticking out? She swore it was.

Dr. Shirk gave a soft, throaty laugh. “That’s it, breath a little. I didn’t mean to startle you when I came in.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, you didn’t startle me…well, you did, what I mean is, I must have started to fall asleep sitting here.”

“Understandable, you have a lot on your plate right now adjusting. How has the baby been sleeping? How have you been sleeping?”

“Oh, he sleeps pretty well actually, very soundly. He just wakes up hungry quite often. I sleep OK, I guess. The two kids have actually been napping at the same time in the morning and afternoon, so I can take a short nap too. And I can get three or four hours on a good night before the baby is hungry again…”

“You’re breast feeding?”

“Yes,” she frowned, “well, I’m trying to, but he isn’t taking to it well. I usually end up pumping and giving him a bottle. I’ve tried everything…”

Dr, Shirk stood up, “Do you have any problems expressing milk when you’re using the pump?” he asked as he raised the exam chair with the foot pedal, and untied the top two ties of her gown.

The soft gown slid across her nipples making them harder than they had already been when she heard the Dr.’s voice enter the room. This was so embarrassing. She felt a dampness begin between her legs. “Um, no…no problems there…” a flush spread across her full breasts as the Dr. gently pulled the gown open wider, exposing her from her neck to her navel.

“Ahhh,” slowly nodding his head as he stared at her swollen breasts, “I think I may know the problem,” he said softly as his right hand tenderly cupped under her left breast. His inner forearm brushed against her left nipple making her moan softly as a small amount of her milk leaked out onto his flesh.

“I’m so sorry,” she said quietly, embarrassed at leaking on him, and stared at the eyes staring at her chest.

His eyes moved slowly to hers and he smiled, speaking gently, “Don’t be, Jen, It’s perfectly natural. Your nipples and breasts are very tender right now…beautiful, and tender, and full…” his voice snapped back to business. “My wife had the same problem with breast feeding our children,” he continued.

She remembered that his wife had passed away a few years before. She had only been in her early forties.

“You have large nipples and areolas compared to your breast size without them being enlarged with breast milk,” he explained. “I think the little guy is only able to get a mouthful of nipple and barely anything else. So there is no way he would be able to suckle on the correct spot to get your milk to release more than a little leaking.” His gaze returned to her breasts and his right thumb and forefinger moved up to the very base of her now inch long nipple. He gently squeezed, releasing a dab of milk from the ducts, and a larger amount of cream between her thighs. “See, this is about as far as his gums can reach without starting to block his airway.”

Jan’s buns squirmed in the warm seat as she looked down at his fingers on her red, hard nipple.

His pinch opened slightly and he slid his fingers about halfway up the swollen, large red circle behind the nipple. His eyes moved to hers as he tenderly squeezed his fingers together again, releasing another dab of milk from her nub, and an audible moan from her mouth. “Even if he could suck back this far, which is probably as far as he possibly could, he needs to be farther back,” his speech was slow and quiet, “let me show you.”

He lifted the arm rest with his left hand and sat his right buttock on the seat she was on. His left hand rose to her cheek and he brushed it softly with his palm, desire transferring from his stare to hers. Then he leaned down taking her right breast in his left hand and her left in his right. His head lowered to her chest. His hot exhale hit her nipple before his soft lips engulfed her nipple and areola.

“God, yes…” she whispered into his hair, reaching around him to feel his strong back through his shirt. “That feels so, so good,” she purred as his hand began cupping and lightly squeezing her entire free breast.

She felt the moaning from his throat reverberate through her pumping nipple. Filling his mouth with her warm, rich milk…feeling him hungrily suck and swallow, while he milked her other breast now, his hand covering it in entirety, the base of her throbbing areola squeezed in the crook of his thumb and index finger. She could see the liquid squirting out from between his fingers, landing on his shoulder, the chair, in his hair. Her hands ran up and down his back, wanting to do more, to touch more of him.  The chair seat was soaked from a pool of her pussy juice.

After minutes he released her breast and raised his head, licking his lips. “Your milk is so sweet,” he whispered hungrily, looking more deeply into her wanting eyes. She tasted her milk on his lips and tongue as his mouth met hers. He hungrily sucked her tongue into his mouth as his hands continued milking her breasts, wetting his shirt. Their tongues twirled around each other, they took turns sucking the others mouth muscles. Frantic breathing echoed off the walls and shot back at the two.

A light knock at the door made him jump back gasping, putting his foot against the bottom of the door before it opened.

“If you don’t need anything else from me Dr. Shirk, I’m leaving for the weekend,” the receptionist called.

“Fine, Carol, have a great weekend.”

“Shall I lock the doors behind me?”

“That would be great. I have some paperwork to do once Mrs. Jansen and I are finished.”

“Goodnight then.”

They both closed their eyes in relief and caught their breaths slowly.

“I’m sorry,” the Dr. panted, still catching his breath, “I kind of forgot anyone else was here.” He leaned against the door unbuttoning his wet shirt.

“Me too,” was all she could manage to get out as she stared at his chest appearing from behind the buttoned fabric; firm pecs with a light covering of dark chest hair. Defined abs, hip bones, and a light path of hair leading down, inside his jeans.

He unbuttoned his sleeves at the cuffs and slid his shirt off, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door, still breathing heavily, then bent forward slowly, resting his hands on his thighs. His head hung down. 

“You remind me so much of my wife, Jen… your hair, looks, voice, perfume…,” he raised his head slowly to look at her face, “I didn’t mean to…I got carried away when I saw your breasts and…Hell, I don’t know what I’m doing! I’ve never…never before…with a patient, with anyone but her…”

“It’s alright…I didn’t…I don’t mind… I, it felt so amazing…so incredible…I…I don’t know what to say…”

He stood up, stretched, and walked the few steps to the sink to splash water on his face and wash his hands. He wet a paper towel and walked over to her, slowly wiping her chest and abdomen off.

Clearing his throat, “I had better finish your exam.”

He pressed the pedal to lower the chair slightly, while lowering the back slightly also so she wasn’t sitting as upright. “I need to palpate your abdomen, Jen. Just let me know if anything is tender, OK?”

Looking into his eyes again, trying to determine what he was feeling, she nodded.

He pressed and knocked down both sides of her soft abdomen, and across her lower belly just above her mound which was still covered by her gown.

Looking up at her face, “Anything tender?”

She shook her head no.

“Nothing sore, nothing hurt at all, nothing felt unusual?”

“No…nothing. Everything feels fine.”

He pressed deeply into her lower belly with his finger tips, making small circles, “Just feeling the size of your uterus, making sure everything is back to normal, OK?”

“OK,” she answered.          

“Everything’s good there,” he finally smiled a small smile in her direction, “so, almost done…”

He hesitated a moment, before lowering the chair again. He paused; standing beside her, his hand reached up and cupped her chin and cheek, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb.

Jen open her mouth slightly, watching his face, and sucked the tip of his thumb into her mouth, lightly sucking it. A slow smile spread across his face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead then lowered his stool, sat on it, and rolled to the end of the chair where her feet rested. He hit the lever to retract the foot rest, used his knees to slightly part her calves, and centered himself just between her feet.

“I need you to scoot your rear forward to the end of the chair, please… “

She did the awkward body wiggle down the seat so that the bottom of her buns were at the edge of the seat. “Um, I need the stirrups…”

He cut her off, rolling forward, spreading her thighs with his hands, “I hate those things! Just put your heels on my shoulders, OK?”

His face was smack dab between her legs, just inches from her pussy. His hands helped her heels find his shoulders. She felt his breath, warm, quickening, on her bare flesh. His thumb traced down her perineum, “The episiotomy is healing nicely,” he said slowly, rubbing his thumb tenderly up and down the scar.

She twitched at his touch and automatically clenched her muscles, moaning.

He ran the back of his middle finger up her slit, parting her outer lips, feeling her wetness, watching it flow down her taint and disappear between her cheeks. “We won’t need any lube today,” he sighed. She pushed down, toward his finger, wanting him to explore the creases and crevices he was near. He stood and placed two fingers at the opening of her pussy. She was clenched shut. “Jen, I need to use two fingers to make sure your cervix has closed,” he said softly, looking into her eyes. “I need you to relax.”

“I will if you promise me something,” she answered, her arousal building again.

“What’s that?”

“When you are done with that, you will, I want you to…” she paused, looking longingly at him…

“You want me to what?” he was mouth breathing now.

“I want you to touch me. Show me how you pleased your wife…explore me…please…”

He groaned, full of wanting her, full of fear…

“Jen…I…I’m…this is, this has…,” he stammered, standing up.

She finished for him, “Yes you can, you want to, you know it. You’re scared. This isn’t right...This has gone too far already…”

He nodded his head and his hand moved from her opening.

She sat up, almost falling off the exam chair, and took his hands in hers. His hands were so warm, soft, and strong. His hands were shaking.

She kissed his lower chest. “I’m scared, too, Dr… Ronald. I’m scared, too. It HAS gone too far, it ISN’T right.” She took a very deep breath. “I WANT you, Ronald…I think you want me, too.” Letting go of his hands, she reached forward towards his waist and unbuckled his belt. He slid his hands up her back and looked down at her hands as she unbuttoned his jeans, then slid his zipper down. Her hand pressed against the waist band of his briefs. Her fingertips slid inside, freeing his smooth mushroom from the restraint of the elastic, allowing his erection to continue stretching upward.

His head tipped back and, “Oh God, Jen…” escaped his lips.

Jen stood, grabbing his waistband, lowering his jeans to the floor. She stepped out of her gown completely bare before him. Her hand returned to his member, partly in, partly out of his briefs. She clutched his rod through the fabric and squeezed lightly, then moved her hand up and down slightly, watching his legs twitch as a drop of dew escaped him. She felt his eyes watching her hand as it continued to slowly pump him through the fabric.

“Does this feel good,” Jen whispered, “do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop…feels so good,” his hands moved to the sides of the elastic waist, “let me get out of these, Jen.”

She let her hand fall to her thigh and watched him slip his shoes off with his feet, bend, lowering his briefs, and remove both them and his jeans one leg at a time. Standing back up he kicked them into the corner of the room. She now was able to confirm that he was long, thick, and extremely hard. His sack didn’t hang, it lay close to his body, tight, round, and smooth. There was no carpet in the area. His tan, muscular legs had slight hair.

His arms around her waist pulled her close, his lips lowered to the side of her neck, licking and kissing.  She loved that feeling and told him with a whimper. She felt him pressed firmly against her belly as her hands reached around to squeeze his tight ass, kneading his muscles as he tightened them. Feeling his hot skin against her, his mouth working her neck, she pressed her body tighter into his. Warmth ran down her inner thighs. His hands moved to hers, forcing her to stop massaging his buttocks. He pulled her hands up his sides and directed them around his neck. His hands slid down under her bum and he lifted her up, her mound to his waist. She wrapped her legs around his back. The damp tip of his cock was aimed at her honey hole. If she slid down at all, the tip would enter her wetness. Her lips sought his and found them eagerly waiting for hers. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest to hers. He took a few careful steps and deposited her ass back on the exam chair, bending to do so.

“Forgot something,” he teased, removing his hands from her, her hands from him, and sat on the stool.

She was confused, a bit frustrated, reaching for him, “What, what? Forgot what? Come here, don’t stop,” she was pleading now as he pushed her to lean back, and lifted her feet to his shoulders, shushing her.

“I have to finish your exam, Jen,” he laughed. “You aren’t released for sexual activity…remember?”

She spread her thighs wide and felt two fingertips at her opening. Slowly the tips slid into her and cream flowed out. He slid the tips back out slowly. Again he slid the two in but just to the first knuckle. She slid forward, trying to take them in all the way, but he pulled them back out.

From the angle she sat she could look down the front of herself to her clit, which was red and swollen. Again his fingers entered her slowly, as she watched. Deeper and deeper they slid, inside her. Finally they were fully inside. She felt him gently touch her cervix with them. His other hand pressed firmly down on her mons. “Just making sure everything is OK,” he explained. His thumb moved to her bud, making slow circles over it for several minutes before pulling its hood back fully. Now he pressed harder with his thumb, slipping it over and over her clit. She tightened her pussy around his fingers, squeezing them hard. “Nice and tight, Jen,” he approved, “mmmm,” now slipping his fingers in and out of her wetness. “Keep squeezing…just like that…”

She felt his fingers curl upward slightly in her and he stopped their in and out movement, moving his fingertips back and forth, or was it up and down, only. His other hand stopped pressing on her mound, detouring to rewet itself between her puffy labia, his thumb returning to her throbbing on button. She watched her button grow longer, firmer, deeper red. She felt his finger tips inside her, rubbing an area, or just flicking up and down. Her hands clenched the sides of the chair as she watched his hands at work. Something felt different, intense. Her thighs spread wider, feet now in the air. “ohhhh….mmmmMMMM…Ro…RON….oh yea…” she was getting louder.

“Don’t hold it back, Jen…” he purred softly, “just feel it…feel it building…building…and let it come…don’t hold it back…” His tongue replaced his thumb on her clit, the tip gently flicking up and down.

Her head would not stay still, turning side to side as she bit her lower lip, feeling waves of pleasure move in, then back off, then moving in stronger. Each incoming wave lasted longer and gained strength within her. She had never felt this before, almost a frightening strength of senses moving from her navel downward.

“R-r-r-RON?” she cried out…

“It’s OK,” he pledged, “everything is OK. Just let it come, Jen, baby, let it come,” he encouraged her. “Feel it! Feel your throbbing clit. Feel that tingling, pulsating deep inside you…come on Jen; let your honey flow…”

Before he could resume tonguing her, the waves broke loose…

“AHHHHHH!,” gasping….”OOOHHHHHHHHH,” gasping…her screams of delight echoed in the room…her tunnel gaped open, clenched shut, repeatedly; faster than she could feel, spasming more deeply than ever before. She felt so wet, so warm, then more so…and even more still. Never ending spasms rumbled through her pussy like glorious claps of thunder. She looked down. He wasn’t even touching her! She was gripped in this strange, endless orgasm, but how? His hands were above his head, holding her ankles high up in a wide V. His eyes were closed. His mouth wide open catching bursts of fluid, like water from a high flow sprinkler! The spasms, the bursts, the fluid would not stop coming from her hole. Damn, she could barely catch her breath… Sound of splattering hit the tile, now, like hard rain landing in puddles. Her body twitched and shook, and still she flowed, more slowly now, more time between waves.

“I…I…,” she gasped. “Wha…what the hell is happening?” she gasped letting her head fall back against the seat back. “Ahhh…R…Ron? OHHHHHHH…” as waves continued to flow through her.

He felt her trying to sit up and let go of her ankles. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, licking moisture from around his lips and that dripped down his face. A broad smile spread across his face as his eyes rose to meet hers.

Her rear slipped on the wet leather and she let out a yelp as she started to slip off the seat. His feet splashed on the floor as he stood quickly to catch her. “Easy, lady,” he chuckled. “Little slippery in here and you are a bit unsteady, hmmm?”

She panted as trembling shivers continued through her pussy, her entire body.

“I’m sorry…” she stammered, “I don’t know what happened…I’ve never done this before…I’m so embarrassed,” her eyes teared up.

“Hey, hey…do NOT be embarrassed! That was, well this IS amazing! Beautiful…Hey, are you going to cry? Don’t cry, Jen!” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, wondering what she thought was so embarrassing. Why was she apologizing? This was the biggest turn on he had had since before his wife had gotten sick! And he could still feel spasms run through Jen, his feet getting newly wet as fluid ran down her legs. “Jen, come on, talk to me.” He loosened his grip on her body, pushing her back slightly. Quietly, seriously he begged, “Talk to me, Jen…look at me…come on, now…”

She couldn’t look him in the face. How did this happen? Maybe something had messed up when she had the baby? How could he think this was amazing? “I…I’ve never done this, had this happen when I came before. It’s humiliating! What is wrong with me, with my body?”

Confusion filled his face. “There is NOTHING wrong with you, baby! Nothing! I don’t understand what’s wrong. You taste, God, you taste incredible…it lasted for so long, Jen… I loved it!”

“How can you say that? I, I…Jesus…I pissed all over you, all over me…all over the room! Why? What is…”

He stopped her quickly,” Whoa, hold up there, Jen. Sweetie, baby, you did not piss on anyone or anything,” his fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Christ, she looked so sad! “No, Jen, no… wait, you’ve never…,” he laughed lightly realizing what she was saying. This was her first time! She didn’t even know about it. “Look in my eyes Jen and hear me out. Oh, baby…no, you don’t even know. You didn’t pee, that wasn’t pee…I swear to you, Jen. You squirted. You SQUIRTED. It is so HOT when a woman can let go enough to squirt, Jen. Really! It’s, without getting all medical on you, it’s a different kind of orgasm!”

She looked skeptical…

He laughed again and leaned down to kiss her sad face. “I promise you I’m telling you the truth, Jen. That was HOT! And, I can feel it’s still moving through you…you’re still squirting a little. Baby, that’s,” shaking his head in disbelief, “that’s just unbelievable that it lasts so long with you!”

“So, I didn’t…and it wasn’t…you know…” she asked slowly?

“No, Jen…really…you have now cum in an entirely new way…I never even thought that this might be knew for you.”

He kissed her again, slowly, deeply. She felt his rod pressing into her belly again. Hard. Strong. She wanted it.

“Hey, we had a deal, Ron…”

He grinned a devilish grin. “Yes. Yes we did.”

“You didn’t explore…”

“Who said we were finished, Jen?” he cut her off. “Things are just getting started,” he teased her, enunciating every word slowly. “But…why don’t we both take a quick restroom break…and then move to my office where it’s more comfortable, hmmm?” he winked at her, and kissed her again. “I’ll move your things to my office. Restroom is across the hall, as you know. My office is all the way at the end of the hallway. Meet you there?”

She grinned slowly, nodding with approval.

He held the door open for her and gently slapped her rear as she walked out the door.

In the restroom she leaned against the door, panting and smiling…