Chapter 5

Once back at Gladys’ cabin, I carefully broached the subject of my sterility and its current uncertainty. Though her reaction wasn’t as bad as I had feared, she was nearly in tears. All I knew to do was console her, hold her close and let her know I would find a way to get myself tested as soon as possible. At this point, I also reminded her why I didn’t dare just go to my own family doctor, back home.

“Gladys, sweetie, I don’t think it would be good for the town if outsiders knew about the effects the groundwater have had here. There would likely be a mad rush of scientists trying to harness this for their own purposes - not to mention the ocean of perverts that would lay waste to every woman or girl in the area!”

With this, she nodded her understanding and dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. “OH! I KNOW WHAT T’ DO!” she practically screamed. “Why don’ we git yew int’ see Sherry’s ol’ doctor? He’s the one ‘at hepped Sherry d’liver her kids an’ he’s th’ one I talked to when my boobies started t’ b’loon up. Hell, he already knows ‘bout the titty ‘splosion here, in town! His name’s Everett McGill an’ I bet yew could git in t’ see him first thang in th’ morning!”

That sounded like a perfect plan to me, so I told her so, in my own way, kissing her lips and hugging her close. “Mmm, you’re beautiful, big-titted, a great cook AND smart! You just keep getting better and better.” And so, it was agreed that she and I would rise early the next day and strike out for Doc McGill’s office.

“Now, Daddy,” she half-purred, “yew still got any o’ that yummy jizz in th’ tank fer me?” and began removing her dress by pulling it over her head.

I smiled, “If I didn’t before, you’re doing a fantastic job of restoring it” I responded. “Get your sexy self over here and suck on Daddy’s dick ‘til it’s ready to use again.”

Gladys literally jumped at the invitation, descending on my crotch and frantically removing my boots, pants and boxers in a matter of seconds. She quickly took my half-hard rod into her mouth, using one hand to massage my sensitive shaved balls while her other hand was busy mauling her own left breast. The view was so arousing that it didn’t take long for my cock to begin growing to full mast in her mouth. And, to assist her tit-mauling efforts, I grabbed her right jug and went to work on that fun bag, alternating between a full-handed squeeze and increasingly fervent tweaking of the nipple.

She interrupted the blowjob and said “Jim, honey, I know yer worried ‘at yew might not be shootin’ live baby makers right now, but at this-here moment, I don’ care. I jus’ want this big ol’ swanging cock back in my pussy, a-poundin’ away, stretchin’ me out and fillin’ me up w’ yer jizz.” She smirked, “Zat okay ... Daddy?”

“That’s better than okay, baby.” I replied. “Get up on Daddy’s lap and ride this cock. I want you to face me, so I can kiss you and suck on your big titties while we fuck.”

The only noise from Gladys was “Mmmmmm” while she climbed aboard and slipped my straining erection into her heavenly depths.

For the next half-hour or so, we alternated between leisurely, sensuous love-making and primal fucking – aggressive enough that my hips started to hurt from crashing into hers so dramatically. But all too soon, I felt the delicious tingle work its way from my balls to my cock head, signaling the inevitable cum blast, and told Gladys.

“Daddy’s gonna cum, sweetie. Daddy’s gonna cum in your tight pussy...”

“Give it to me, Daddy! Cum in my pussy!”

And I did. Admittedly, there wasn’t as much as earlier in the day, but still quite a lot! It leaked out of her quim onto my cock and balls, dripping down onto sofa beneath us while we shared our sweat with one another and panted heavily. She would still ocassionally squeeze her inner muscles to try pulling more of my jizz out. Eventually, my cock softened enough that one of her internal squeezes pushed my fat, slightly-sore dong from her dripping cooch.

Too tired for supper and too happy to worry with anything else, we retired to her bed. Both of us still a bit sweaty all over, a bit sore and very sticky, we fell heavily to her mattress, then wrapped around one another. Sleep found us both rather quickly.

We woke with the sunrise and shared some good morning kisses. When my pecker started to rise, Gladys and I agreed that we should avoid any hanky panky this morning, as I would have to provide a semen sample for the doctor to test. With that, I headed down to the creek for a shivering bath while Gladys started some coffee and warmed a small breakfast for us.

I rushed through my cleaning so I could get out of the cold water as soon as possible. As I was trekking up the hill, Gladys approached me going the other way. “Breakfast and coffee’r on th’ table.” She said as she passed.

Once we’d both bathed, eaten and dressed, we hopped in my work truck and hit the road.

As it turned out, Doc McGill’s practice was only a few miles from Gladys’ place. If the roads had been fully paved, the trip might have only taken 5 minutes – but that wasn’t the case, and the trip was decidely slower. But soon enough, we pulled up and parked at the only medical office Gladys knew of in the county.

We both entered and I signed in. Before I’d even taken my seat in the waiting area, I heard “Jim Summers? The doctor’ll see ya now.” Quick service, indeed.

Doctor Everett McGill surprised me immediately, in that he fit every ‘old country doctor’ stereotype I could imagine. Average height, probably in his 60’s, glasses, white hair, friendly smile and a no-nonsense approach.

“So, Mr. Summers, what brings you t’ me?” He asked. I noticed right away that he didn’t seem to have the same speech pattern as the other locals, and I mentioned it.

“Please, just call me Jim. Before we get to my reason for the visit, Doctor McGill, I have a quick question, if you don’t mind.”

He shrugged, as if to indicate he was waiting for my question.

“Doctor McGill, you don’t speak with the same drawl as the other locals – when did you move to the area?”

“Jim, you can just call me ‘Doc’, everybody else does. To answer your question, I was born and raised here. The big difference is that I didn’t stay here the whole time. As you might have noticed, there’s no university here, in town.” He grinned. “I left town to attend college, pre-med and med school. Once I finished my residency at a hospital about 3 hours from here, I decided to move back home. But I’ve been told that I slip back into my old speech patterns once in a while.”

“Now, Jim. Answer my question, please – why did you come t’ see me today?”

“Doc, in order to move forward, I have to ask you some questions, is that okay?”

He nodded and I continued. “Doc, I’m sure you’ve noticed the dramatic physical changes of females in the local area over the last couple years.”

He nodded.

“Well, I think I’ve isolated the reason for it. I’ve been able to do some small-sample-set testing with encouraging results.” I then gave him a summary of my theory, what I’d done to isolate the [redacted]s and additional testing performed (though I withheld names from him). During this recount, he showed his interest and approval of my methods.

I continued, “Doc, I’m sure you’ve also noticed that the men in this area are, apparently, sterile.” He nodded. “That’s the reason for my visit today. I need to know if I’ve been affected by this also. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a lovely lady here and it’s her deepest wish to have children. If I cannot provide for her in this manner, I need to know sooner than later.”

He laid a hand on my shoulder as he spoke to me. “Son, your guess appears to be true about the men in this town. After the number of pregnancies started dropping about 2 years ago, I had several men come in, looking for testing. And every single one had either immobile sperm or very low sperm count.”

He went on, “Jim, my wife and I, God rest her soul, we made 4 kids of our own. And though I don’t have any need to make any more at my age, I even tested my own sperm – and it was the same result as every other man I’ve tested... ‘not enough injuns to make a raidin’ party’, as they say. So, I agree that something’s happening, but I don’t know the exact reason for it.”

“But, Jim, we can test your sperm easily enough. All I need you to do is provide a sample.” With that, he handed me a small, plastic cup and pointed toward a lavatory.

“How quickly will we get the results?” I asked.

“A quick test only takes a few minutes, but I like to run a full test to make sure we get an accurate answer – shouldn’t be more than a couple hours.” Doc replied.

“That’s just fine, Doc.” I took the cup and stuck my head out toward the waiting room, asking Gladys “You okay? This may take me a little while.”

She looked up from a magazine and noticed the cup in my hand, furrowed her brow and rose to approach me. Upon reaching me, she just pushed past me, into the exam room. “Doc, yew need t’ give Jim a bigger cup’n this ‘un. That ain’t gonna hol’ even a half o’ his load.” she said matter-of-factly.

“Well, hey there, Gladys!” Doc’s eyes lit up. “Are you the special lady Jim was talking to me about?

Gladys blushed ... deep and peered over her shoulder to look at me. I nodded, while giving her a look that I hope she understood to mean ‘well, duh’.

“I ... I su ... I suppose I am, Doc.”

“Well, that’s wonderful news for both of you!” said Doc with a beaming smile. He clapped his hands and slapped me on the back once. “I always like to see my patients healthy and happy.” And he gave Gladys a quick hug.

“Now then, you say Jim’s going to need a larger sample cup?”

Gladys nodded, “Yes sir. For shore.”

Doc looked around and found a plastic urinal with a handle. He washed it in the sink then put it in a small autoclave, to sterilize it. After waiting a few moments for that process to complete, he passed the container to me. “Okay, Jim. You can use that instead. I’ll be down the hall in my office. Just knock on the door when you’re finished” and he exited the room, the door in his wake.

Gladys looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and said “Well, tiger, yew better git them pants off so’s I can hep yew get a sample. Yew know it always take yew a long time t’ shoot, so I better hep, ‘less yew want Doc waitin’ all damn day” she chuckled.

I couldn’t think of a single reason to argue with her, so I simply kicked off my boots and pushed down my pants and boxers. “Baby, if you want to help me cum even faster, you should take off your dress and let me see those big hooters of yours.”

She began removing her dress and replied, “Mmm. Now yer gittin’ the right idea, Daddy.”

Soon, I was gazing upon her glorious fun bags again. So round, so joyously big, so heavy. They covered so much of her torso! I would be forever amazed that her slim shoulders and back could even hold those things up. My cock quickly sprung to its maximum rigidity.

Gladys stood directly in front of me, spit on her hands and used both begin stroking me, while I put my hands to work on her monumental fun bags.

“Mmm. I bet yer glad we didn’ fool ‘round this mornin’, huh Daddy? If’n we had, I’d hafta work extra hard to get yer motor a-goin’.”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to do anything to get me going. Just show me your body, and my dick will respond.” Though she didn’t mention it, she was right about one thing; Since I hadn’t already cum today, it wouldn’t take nearly as long for me to reach my peak.

We kissed, our tongues dancing, then she pulled back and dropped to her knees. “Whadda yew want, Daddy? Yew wanna fuck my mouth ‘r my titties?”

To answer her, I began slapping her huge mammaries with my steely rod while she giggled. “Mmm. Much as I love th’ taste o’ yer pecker, I was a-hopin’ yew’d wanna put it ‘tween my titties.” She then spit into her own cleavage, placed my dong between her bountious breasts and pushed them together using both hands. Because of the size of those heavy honkers, I was able to keep my hands on them too! She and I pushed her tit meat around my cock and she began moving her entire upper body. Rising and falling, she goaded me on, “C’mon, Daddy, fuck my titties!”

With encouragement like that, I started pistoning my hips, driving my cock in and out of her cleavage, aching to release. God, I wanted so badly to cum all over her lucious tits! And I was getting close! “Here I cum, baby! Daddy’s gonna cum!”

She let go of her tits with one hand and grabbed the plastic urinal, using her other hand to grab my twitching cock and pointing it at the lip of the container. “Oooh yeah, Daddy. Shoot a big load o’ cum fer me, Daddy.” She cooed, while jacking me toward the collection jug.

I couldn’t hold out any longer and erupted into the plastic container. Shot after shot of long globby ropes of my jizz hit the inside of the container. When Gladys was satisfied that she’d extracted all she could, she put my cock head in her mouth and gently sucked up the remainder, purring quietly to herself.

As soon as I caught my breath, Gladys and I re-dressed ourselves and went to find the doctor. We found him in his office, reading some sort of medical journal. When we knocked, he raised his eyes with a smile. “Well, Jim. I must say that took a bit longer than expected. Almost half-an-hour!” He chuckled, while giving Gladys’ figure a once-over.

“B’lieve me, Doc, it wooda took longer if’n I wasn’t there t’ hep ‘im.” Gladys said with a prideful grin.

“I don’t doubt it...” Doc muttered. “Jesus! Gladys, you weren’t kidding! This container can hold up to 1000ml!”

With puzzled expression, Gladys said “Huh?”

He continued. “That’s about a quart! And it’s almost a third of the way full!”

Gladys’ expression changed a little, but she still looked confused.

“Jesus, Gladys! That means your fella, Jim here, gave a semen sample that’s more than a cup! What the hell, Jim? Are you part horse?”

Gladys quickly answered, “Doc, he ain’t quite that big, but he takes after horses in more ways ‘an ‘at” she chuckled, while briefly grabbing my crotch. I just shrugged and blushed slightly.

“Listen, Doc. I’ve always produced a lot of ejaculate. I don’t know why, but I was this way long before I came to your happy little town.”

Doc shook his head in disbelief. “Well! I’ll get started on the tests. Ya’ll can come back by in a few hours and I’ll have the results. Okay?”