But the sofa was nowhere near big enough for Trent’s big frame. Our new/old sofa was probably six feet at most, made a little shorter by the fact that it had overstuffed pillows, all in a homey chintz print. I’d pulled some sheets from the linen closet and put them on the sofa, but the whole scenario was just ludicrous. Trent’s feet would hang off the edge, flopping uncomfortably. But what could I do? Buy a new couch, only to be delivered in three weeks?
So yeah, life was a little bizarre. My lover was probably asleep right now, snoozing away, knocked out after doing whatever he and Robbie had been up to all day, and that was the problem. He had his life and I had mine. I shook my head, glaring at my reflection in the mirror. Get with it, Marie, I scolded. Last night was an aberration, you have your life, and he has his. So get to work, you have a job to do. Because it was the perfect time for me to practice with the Inseminator, a giant-sized dildo that doubled as an inseminator, and I had to insert it into my pussy to deposit the donor sperm. Because once you were ready, there was a syringe that you’d fill with the good stuff, the semen bubbly and warm, before sheathing the syringe within the dildo. And then at the right moment, you’d depress the plunger and the hot liquid would squirt into your pussy, sensuous and virile, hopefully fertilizing your egg.
But that was the thing. I needed to practice, even though I didn’t have semen picked out yet. The insemination dildo was fucking huge, and it wasn’t gonna be easy getting it in even after Trent’s huge dick. I had to work myself up, I’d have to stroke myself hard, make myself hot and nasty before slipping it in for this to work. So practice, practice, practice, that was my motto.
Pulling the dildo out of the packaging, I stared at it again. It was fucking intimidating, a giant penis, skin-colored, soft rubber with an articulated head, bulging veins on the sides. I ran a finger over the tip, feeling the little hole where real semen would come out when the time was right, unconsciously comparing it to Trent’s hole, how slick and slippery it was, how it always seemed to seep goo, the man ready for me, leaking copiously.
But that was Trent, I reminded myself again. And now you have this dildo that’s more than a sex toy, you’ve got to use it on yourself. So eyes on the prize. You have a job to do.
But still, my body shivered at the memory of being with Trent, feeling him inside. Because it was so much better with the man, savoring his hard, hot shaft in me was a thousand times more compelling, a thousand times more arousing than the rubbery plastic before me. With Trent, we hadn’t used any lube the entire night, it wasn’t necessary given how wet I was, my cunt gushing and pulsing with lust. But with this? I eyed the dildo warily before grabbing a huge tube of K-Y to make things easier.
And my resolve firm, I padded over to my bed, making sure the door was shut. Oh yeah, the house was silent, it was two a.m., I’d heard Robbie and Trent come in, those low voices rumbling downstairs before they settled down. And now, there was only darkness, silence, a moment of privacy to myself.
So slipping my robe off my shoulders, I slid naked onto my bed, dimming the bed stand light a bit, casting my curves into shades of gold. I was soft and fleshy everywhere, my huge girls bouncy, almost sliding off my chest as I lay on my back, slowly spreading my legs. Taking a deep breath, with one hand, I began squeezing my right breast, slowly massaging the flesh, letting my eyes drift shut as I imagined Trent with me. Oh yes. Oh yes, that was it. I remembered the way he’d lapped at my nipple, taking the hard nub between his teeth and shaking his head a bit, like a dog with a bone, how it’d made me squeal with pleasure, whine with delight.
And gasping slightly, I pinched a nipple between my fingers, squeezing the hard pink before pulling off with an audible pop. Oh god, not as good as Trent’s mouth, but still good nonetheless. To make it more realistic, slowly, I cupped a boob and lifted it to my mouth, circling my lips around the nipple before lightly licking, lapping at my hard flesh. Hot bolts of electricity shot from my tits straight to my cunt, making me lube up wetly, and I squeezed my thighs together, savoring the tingling sensation before bringing my other boob up and tonguing that one as well, loving the wetness on my flesh, bolts of pleasure making my pussy shiver.
But breast play wasn’t going to be enough. I needed clit stimulation and slowly, I reached for the inseminator, trailing my hands over the soft contours once more. God, it was so lifelike, but I suppose that was the point. Supposedly if I came during orgasm, then the spasms of my cunt would draw the semen up towards my ovaries, increasing the chances of fertilization. So fuck, I needed to make this work. I needed to come hard because sperm ain’t cheap, the most sought-after donors cost hundreds of dollars per pop, which is a lot given my life circumstances.
So right. Back to business. With one soft hand, I brought the dildo to my mouth, trailing my tongue around the flared glans, again amazed at how lifelike it felt, soft, rubbery, yet with a steel-like hardness underneath. Slowly, I pushed the penis into my mouth, wetting it, running my tongue up and down that hard shaft as my other hand crept between my thighs, opening my folds and touching the soft nub within.
Ahhhh! That was it. My eyes drifted shut as I pretended I was with Trent again, his hard, hot dick I was sucking, his big hands so knowledgeable, so expert on my softness. Slowly, I circled my clit, teasing it out of its hood, stroking the bottom just like he’d done last night. And my pussy welled again, a bit of cream spilling from the base of my slit, moistening my thighs. Oh god, that was good stuff, and I reached one hand down, cupping the wetness before bringing it back up and smearing it all over the dildo, lubing it with my own female nectar. I was almost there, almost ready to begin penetration.
But I needed one more thing. I needed my pussy quivering, shivering hotly before I pushed it in, so I lifted my knees to my chest, baring my slit, looking down at myself before craning my neck to spit wetly onto my sweet hole, moistening myself even further, rubbing the saliva into my engorged flesh, dropping my fingers slowly to caress my anal hole. Because that’s what Trent has done to me. He took me there last night, we’d done loads of ass play and I needed it now, just a little to make me ready.
So pulling my knees way up, almost lifting my butt off the bed so that my ass perched in the air, I reached one hand down and probed my back pucker. Oh god yes, it shivered as soon as I brushed it, the pleats contracting wildly, as if anticipating Trent’s dick. But no, I didn’t have that to offer, a sad substitute would have to do, so slowly, oh so slowly, I edged a finger into my ass, sinking deep into the hot dryness, a trail of saliva coating my digit.
And oh god, it felt good. It felt so fucking good, my finger in my butt. I don’t know why I needed it so badly, before Trent I’d only had anal sex once and it’d been terrible, I’d screamed from pain and refused to do it again, my ass contracting in horror whenever I even thought about the experience.
But after the big man last night, everything changed, and my mind’s been cracked open. Maybe I’m not an anal aficionado quite yet, but I needed it now to get ready, to prep myself for the dildo on the way. Because I’d taken not just Trent’s fingers, but his dick back there throughout the night, welcoming it, my pussy creaming wetly as he fucked my bottom, making me scream as he slid it in again and again. And now, here I was alone, fingering myself in the taboo space, using the memory to get myself hot. And it did the trick. I was ready now. The finger in my butt revved me up and I reached for the toy then, positioning the flared head against my pussy, teasing my lips with it, nudging it between my folds.
And pressing slowly, I began to push. Oh god, I was still sore from Trent’s huge dick and there was an achy feeling, a tender spot inside, a sweet painful pulse. But it felt really good, it made me all woman, completely feminine, and I only wanted more. So taking a deep breath, I spread my legs a little further, lifting my knees a bit, and pushed again with the dildo, the toy sinking deeper into my hot channel.
My eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping my lips. Because oh god, it felt amazing, the fullness, the invasion up my wetly
creaming interior. And squeezing my eyes shut once more, slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed again, whispering Trent’s name as I pushed the dick upwards, sliding the entire rubber shaft inside until the only thing that showed was the flared base, a small sliver of rubber protruding obscenely from my pussy lips.
And oh fuck, but it looked so good when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was on my back, knees raised, thighs split, with a huge toy embedded in my cunt, squeezing tight, the pink flesh swollen, wet, glistening in the low lights, with a finger still up my butt. Oh my god, I could literally feel the dildo through my vaginal walls, the hard stiffness as I finger fucked myself as the dildo fucked my cunt. Mmm, it was so disgustingly nasty yet such a filthy turn-on, and I squealed slightly, shifting my hips again, fucked so good.
And it was then that I heard a low chuckle by the door, an unmistakable throaty rumble. My head snapped around immediately, brown eyes wide, gasping as I took in Trent standing in the doorway, huge, dark, bronzed chest gleaming in the dim light, the front of his pajama pants tented with lust.
“Miz Sands,” he rumbled throatily, blue eyes seizing mine. “Why didn’t you say you needed some help? I would have been more than happy.”
And instead of going shy, acting like I was offended or that he’d caught me off guard, instead I rolled with it, giving in to the wanton woman within.
“Trent,” I breathed, caramel gaze beckoning to him, nipples stiff with desire, pussy open and bare for him to see, my nudity almost obscene with a huge dildo stuffed in my cunt. “Come in,” I murmured.
And just like that, the big man was on me in an instant, his massive form on the bed, hands everywhere, hot, hard, hungry … and I couldn’t wait to give myself to him again.
CHAPTER NINE
Trent
Oh fuck, she was dirty. Marie, or Miz Sands as I should call her, was a mix of the high and the low, the innocent and the crazily slutty. Because the woman I’d met last night had been shy, even docile, looking around the bar like she didn’t belong there, beautiful but biting her lip, eyes wide. And yet she’d given herself to me, a total stranger, she’d let me take her a hundred ways to Heaven, making that sweet body come so hard, shaking and shivering, screaming my name as she came.
And the contrasts just kept coming. This morning I’d been fucking astounded to find out that my hot slut from last night was also my friend’s mom. I mean, what the hell? What were the chances of that happening? But oh yeah, the soft, curvy body, the huge tits, the wide hips, they marked a breeding female, one who’d been successful, with solid proof of her fertility … my friend Robbie in this case.
And it only made me want Marie more. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I admit this was out of character for me. I mean, I love women of all types, young, old, blonde, brunette, redhead, age is nothing but a number. But my friend’s mom? Holy shit, it was un-fucking-believable, I didn’t usually shit so close to where I ate. I’ve fucked my buddies’ sisters, their cousins, even an aunt in one case, but fuck, Robbie’s mom? Like I said, un-fucking-believable.
But Marie was gorgeous and then some, and when I heard moans while lying on the couch downstairs, my cock jumped like a fucking rocket, a leak starting up. It had to be my girl, and I couldn’t ignore the sounds of the siren even if I tried. I could hear everything, the panting, a slow whine of arousal as she slid something in herself, the unmistakable sounds of a slippery fuck.
So like a magnet drawn to a pole, I was up the stairs in a flash, a big cat stalking its prey. And as I drew close to her bedroom, the noises became even more obvious.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes,” followed by a deep sucking sound, the creak of bed springs.
I was just about to bust in, my hand on the doorknob when I paused. Oh fuck, what if Marie had someone with her? Maybe I wasn’t the only man in her life, maybe she had a lover in her room, she was letting some other dude taste that pretty pussy, drill her sweet ass. And the realization made me so angry I almost blew my top, right there in the hallway, ears emitting steam, not caring that Robbie was asleep down the hall, his mom having a hot session with some dude inside. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’m not usually possessive, I’m a fucking pro athlete, there are tramps all around when we travel, groupies only too happy to offer their bodies for a night with a ballplayer, something to brag about with their friends.
But with Marie it was different. I couldn’t stomach the thought of the woman with another man, another dude sliding his dick into those slick folds, so with a muffled snarl, I banged the door open, ready to haul that asshole off her curvy form.
But what I saw took my breath away instead, literally made me stop in my tracks, dick popping out full force. Because Marie was on her bed, in the throes of ecstasy, beautiful, nude, big boobs jutting out to there with her knees pulled up to her chest. And deep in that twat, protruding obscenely from her swollen pussy lips was a huge dildo. Well, it looked huge to me, most of it was plugged into her curvy body, her pussy dripping wetly, thighs smeared with female cream.
And the woman took me by surprise then. Without opening her eyes, she threw her head back, lips parting delicately to sigh, “Trent, yes, take me there, yes, as small fingers caressed her clit, pussy quivering, jerking around the dildo as I watched, one digit up her ass.
And I couldn’t hold back, fuck no, the scene was too juicy to resist, and she’d called my name for crying out loud. All thoughts of another man flew out of my head and in two big strides, I was on the bed with her, stark naked, dick out and dripping, ready to ravage, to take. I stroked a massive boob, weighing the plump flesh, twisting the nipple in my fingers.
“Baby,” I ground out. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed me? Daddy is only too happy to help.”
Marie’s eyes flew open then, those caramel pools wide, shocked, mouth in a round “O” when she realized she’d been discovered. I didn’t blame her. It’s not that often you’re caught in flagrante, knees up, pussy bare, fucking yourself in both cavities. So I merely dipped my head, dropping a kiss on her mouth, my hand sliding down from her breast over her belly, and then lower until I traced the dildo’s base with my hand, feeling the soft robber, her hot, swollen lips gripping the toy.
“Why didn’t you tell me baby?” I ground out again, my eyes never leaving hers. “I would have been happy to help.”
And her mouth opened and closed a few times, speechless, breasts rising with arousal, breathing coming fast. Because I was stirring the dildo in her cunt now, massaging those sweet walls with the tool, brushing her g-spot before slowly pulling it out and fucking it back in.
And shit, but it looked good. The dildo was a massive one, I hadn’t been wrong, and when it came out of her cunt, it was covered in goo, her ambrosia so hot, so strong, the scent of female arousal drugging me, my cock dying to be in her. But no, I wanted her to play with the toy first, to enjoy a fake fuck if that’s what she wanted.
So pulling the huge toy out from her vagina, I watched with hungry eyes as her pussy lips clung to the rubber, so tight, begging it not to go.
“Mmm, honey, it’s good, isn’t it?” I muttered before leaning down to run my tongue along that swollen flesh, tasting where the rubber met her cunt, lapping up some of the goo. “Mmm, fuck honey, you’re delicious.”
And I kept tonguing her, kept nibbling at her pussy as I pushed the dildo back in, focusing on her clit this time, swirling my tongue against the nub as I slid the rubber in, her hungry pussy swallowing it, welcoming the deep penetration.
“Ohhh!” the brunette moaned, head tilted back, eyes closed as she gave herself up to the sensations. “Oh Trent!”
I fucking loved it, loved hearing my name on her lips, that pout parted slightly as she let me drill her, as she let me touch her twat, do whatever I wanted. So I slid the dildo back in, up tight, until it bumped the bottom of her cervix, and then pulled it out once again, sucking her clit, heightening the sensations by going at her cunt two ways, with my mouth and the toy.
But there was no
way I was going to spend the entire time fucking my girl with a fake dick when the real one was right here. So after a few more strokes, deep, sensuous slides in and out, I pulled the toy all the way out and positioned myself between her knees, pushing those thighs up and apart. Oh fuck, the brunette was beautiful, her little hole already gaping, open and pulsing, dripping with lust, clit throbbing hard, stiffly waving, begging for more. So I did the honors. Lining up my dicktip, I sank in, that engorged flesh hugging me, so tight, ruby red and glistening, another gush of cream spilled out.
“Ohhh Trent,” Marie cried, breath coming in pants, those creamy tits begging to be tasted as I fucked her deep. “Ohhh!”
And she felt so good that I almost lost it on the first stroke. Yeah, me, Trent Markham, motherfucker extraordinaire, a literal mother fucker now, almost lost it despite the thousands of pussies I’ve been in, the thousands of hot sessions I’ve had on the team bus, on the team plane, in dark alleyways, bathroom bars. With the forty year-old vixen, I almost lost it just like a teen boy, giving up my sperm on the first thrust, on the first deep push.
But with iron control, the semen stayed in. Sure, my dick squirted wetly a bit, some liquid jetted out, I was too fucking turned on not to, but clamping my eyes shut, jaw tight, abs and chest clenched, I forced my balls to behave. I wanted to show this woman a good time, I wanted her to have the fuck of her life, and right now was way too early.
So summoning my deepest reserves of self-control, I gritted my teeth, holding still within her warm depths.
“Honey,” I grunted, licking a wet trail up that delicate neck, tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re so beautiful, you feel so good.”
And Marie squirmed beneath me a bit then, nipples brushing against my chest, small hands coming to encircle my back.
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