He bent over and swallowed down her breast again, devoured it greedily. Adrienne loved his warm mouth. Her puffy nipples were sensitive against his fervent tongue. She grabbed the back of his head and forced it down hard on her breast, ramming her breast into his mouth. She hauled him off, looked into his eyes, rammed his mouth back down. Pulled it off, rammed it down. Pulled it off, rammed it down. He sucked on it sweetly. He started pumping his face on her breast on his own as he sucked it. Adrienne began shaking like crazy again. Her pussy was giving way, succumbing to another cum. Electricity filled her body, charging down to her loin. Pleasure erupting on every inch of her body.
She grabbed his ass cheek and pumped him faster into her. He sucked and pumped and rammed and sucked and swallowed and sucked. Her legs vibrating, her thigh muscles shaking beyond her control. It felt like an earthquake in her thighs and her thighs and belly stiffened. She gritted her teeth, stiffened her neck. Her cum, her cum, wrecking her body as she came.
She pulled him off her breast. Her breast was wet from his suck. He had been pumping himself inside her so sweet that she didn’t realize how hot inside her wet-hole felt. She bit his bottom lip. He kissed her. She sucked his tongue. He sucked her tongue. Her breathing short, and loud and raspy, breathing in his face. She smelled the liquor and her pussy on his breath.
"I want more of you." Paul told her, still drunken in sex.
CHAPTER 7
Adrienne had not put back all her senses together as yet, they were still scattered. She rolled her hips off beat, shaky, jittery and like inexperienced woman she was. Her senses were slowly coming back together. She slow rolled her hips on his cock smoothly. Slow. Wide.
She rolled her hips sinking down deeper on the cock, winced her face to help to bear the pain. She rotated her hips with half the cock inside her. She looked down, she saw the length of his cock that was outside her slanting around and around like a spoon stirring a pot as she rolled her hips on it. It turned her on. Her skills were good for a first timer. She looped around in slow wide smooth circles but hunched her belly as she was trying to avoid taking in any more of his length. Her entrance over-drenched with her own juice. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned,
“Ahhhh!”
She couldn't believe that the same cock that was causing her so much pain was giving her so much pleasure. She swirled hips around and around. She got carried away. Too much slipped inside her. Her mouth gasped open wide. She bit her lips in agonizing pleasure. He kept all of what she misjudgingly took inside her. Oh God it was too much. She tried to slide a little off his cock. With her legs still wide open on the bed, she lifted her feet and put them on the bed. He pulled his cock back out, used it to slap on her over-swollen clit. Stuffed back in the head, ripped her legs open even wider, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as he slid his hard erection at a sweet heavenly pace. ‘Fap! Fap! Fap!’
He gripped tighter into her rosy skin, at her waist. He fucked her faster, in and out. Steady, smooth, perfect. In and out, focusing on her sweet-spot. He focused on her G-spot, non-stop in and out. Adrienne’s pussy nutted all over his cock. Again!
Paul didn’t even realize she came the third time. It was a quieter cum. He braced his cock into paradise, it sunk halfway down, her pussy muscles clasped around his cock and it felt as if it was a vice-grip on to his cock. He tried to pull out but it felt as if his cock was stuck inside her.
"Fuck! This pussy so tight Babes?"
He kept his dick in her. He didn't bother to pull out. He rolled his hip sinking himself deeper into her.
"Your cock feels so good in me Paul." She bit on the underfold of her bottom lip.
All of a sudden she began to gyrate her hips out of control and screamed,
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Paul saw that the cum was attacking her by surprise. Again!
She couldn't breathe properly. Paul felt like a king. A beast, a Sex God. A memory she won’t forget. He didn't change his pace. He lifted her ass off the bed and plunged his cock down into her sweet spot. His big thick cock slick with her pussy juice. She grabbed her pussy, finding her clit, rubbing it ferociously, round and round and round. Her pussy cheeks as red as an apple’s skin. He fucked deep down into her persistently, making her super-wet and squelchy. She screamed with her words running out rapidly behind each other.
"Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Harder! Harder!"
"You’re too loud . . . Sssssh!" Paul said.
Paul squeezed her ass cheek and slightly wrung it as if he was squeezing the cum out of her. Her body twisting wildly at the edge of the bed. Her leg hit him in his face. He felt like Goliath. He fucked her, fucked her hard and fucked her powerful.
"This my pussy now, you hear me?” He muscled his broad and fucked her, fucked her, fucked her, sweat dripping from his face. “And make sure you never give it away."
She was being ravaged. She open-palm slapped and beat on the bed, screaming,
"It’s yours Paul. It’s yours. You own it!” She was slapping the bed harder. “It’s yours, yours, all yours!” Her body began to rattle uncontrollably. “Own it, own it ..." And she began to stutter to say her last word “Ba . . . uh-huh Babes!” Sweet shocks swamped her vagina, her brain fizzing with pleasure.
Niagara Falls visited her pussy once more. Her cum was heavy.
“Oh Christ! You’re so Good Paul!” She had never came twice before when she masturbated. Now she was on her fourth or fifth cum, she lost count.
He turned her onto her side with one foot on his shoulder, the other between his legs and continued to fuck her scissors-style. He was trying to drain every ounce of cum out her body.
"Stop Paul!" She needed water to drink.
“I need to drink some water please.” She begged for a break.
“After your pussy drink my cum,” he replied through gritted teeth, his face a contorted intensity on the edge of cumming.
He was thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could. Adrienne was bringing her hips up to meet his so he was pounding her much harder than he thought he would be able to. As he did, he was using his hands to squeeze her breasts as hard as he could. Adrienne was whimpering but the hot wetness of her cunt told Paul how much she was enjoying the rough treatment. Suddenly, Adrienne let out another cry and Paul could tell that she was close to cumming again.
“That’s it, cum for me. Cum hard for me.”
Paul began to orgasm and he felt his load spilling into her just as Adrienne’s cunt began to flutter and squeeze his cock.
Before long, they were finished and were cuddling side by side on the bed. Paul kissed Adrienne’s hair and heard her breathing even out as she fell asleep. It had been amazing to claim her virginity and he began to look forward to being alone with Adrienne for the rest of the week.
CHAPTER 8
Adrienne indeed had her hot dream romance in Jamaica. A dream come through with someone so forbidden. The rest of the vacation was a utopia but about a week or two after getting home, Adrienne realized that she had a different souvenir of her time in Jamaica. As soon as she missed her period, she took a pregnancy test and saw that the result was positive.
It took all of her courage to approach Paul to let him know her news. She waited until her mother was at work late and then went over to his house and told him over supper.
“It’s definitely yours. It’s from one of the times that we had sex when we were on vacation. I just don’t know how to tell Mom?”
Adrienne watched Paul warily, trying to figure out how he would react. She was shocked when his face split into a huge smile.
“This is the best news I’ve heard in a long time. We can tell your mom once we’ve come up with a story to explain what happened. Don’t worry, baby. I always knew you would be mine.”
Paul opened his arms and when Adrienne approached him, he gave her a huge hug. She fell her weight into his body, kissing him. Suddenly Adrienne knew everything would work out after all.
The End
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ep-Mommy’s Fertile Surrogate Daughter & Neighbor Sex Story
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Virgin Brat Pregnancy
ABBEY PERRY
Table of Content
Step-Mommy’s Fertile Surrogate Daughter & Neighbor Sex Story
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?
Chapter 1
My mother called me up recently and proposed the most unbelievable idea.
We were at lunch with our neighbor, Cindy at a little Vietnamese restaurant. It was while we were drinking iced coffees after finishing our pho when Cindy shifted the conversation to the subject that had been weighing on her.
"Sandra, do remember how I told you Jeff really wants us to have a child together?"
Jeff is her husband. He's a successful fine artist whom Cindy married when I was away at college. You might think it was a strange match, he's fifteen years younger than her and she's a well-known attorney, but actually they seemed to get along great. Lately he'd been talking about wanting a child, since he'd never had any of his own. I was already grown up when they got together.
"Of course I remember. Did you see a specialist yet?" She looked sad.
"Yes I did. I can still bear a child but my eggs aren't in very good condition. There's just too high a chance of a defect." I tried to console her, I really did care for Cindy like my second mom, I’ve lived beside her so long and me, her and mom were all very close friends.
"Well Jeff has to understand that, right? He loves you, after all."
She shook her head, "It's not that simple. He's determined to have a child- his child, one way or another. I'm sure that if I can't give him one he'll eventually leave me for someone younger, who can."
I was furious, "What?! He said that? How dare he!"
She interrupted my tirade, "Of course he didn't say that. I'm sure it's true though. I love him so much, you have no idea how terrible it is for me to live in fear of losing him."
I knew it was true. She was a strong, independent woman when it came to most things but when it came to love, she was a classic co-dependent. She had been so devastated when her first husband died, and so happy when she finally found Jeff.
I spoke up, "What are you going to do?"
Mom avoided my eyes and spoke in a low voice, "She need your help, Sandra. I kind of told her you would help her out." She looked me directly in the eyes, hers were pleading, I tore my gaze away from my mom to look into Cindy’s eyes, they were filled with hope.
"I need you to bear Jeff's child. They'll pay you and they'll try to arrange it so that it affects your career as little as possible. I hate to ask you, but you the only woman I could trust to do this. It's only a few months of your life, to make Cindy happy for the rest of hers."
I felt overwhelmed, dizzy. I got up, "Sorry Cindy. Excuse me, mom- I have to go to the washroom."
Chapter 2
Mom and Cindy looked concerned.
"Are you alright, do you need any help?" Cindy asked.
I smiled wanly, "I'll be alright- I'm just a bit nauseous.”
I walked towards the bathroom before she could fuss over me anymore. As soon as I got through the door I went straight into the nearest stall and threw up my lunch. After that I felt a bit better. I went the mirror to clean myself up and I saw that I was shaking. How could I possibly say no?
I was scared because I felt like I was losing control of my life. There was something even stranger happening inside me at the same time. I was realizing I actually wanted to do this- not just for her but also for me.
All of my scrambling up the corporate ladder had gotten me money, security and prestige but the cliché was true: I still felt empty inside. I wanted to be filled by something bigger than my own petty ambitions. I wanted to be filled by a new life- I wanted to feel it growing inside me. I looked at my reflection, I was flushed. I suddenly realized my pussy was wet. Could I really be so perverted? Unable to believe I was seriously considering doing this, I forced myself to think rationally.
I remembered that I actually did have full maternity leave, not that I had ever expected to use it. I laughed to myself weakly as my attempts to talk myself out of it backfired. It was true most business women who had kids tended to plateau in their careers but I wouldn't really be raising a kid, just carrying it to term. Best of all, I'd get to spend as much time with it as I wanted to, without actually being responsible for it. It was actually the best thing for me- as well as Cindy! I reapplied my lipstick and strode purposefully back to the table, already feeling warm inside from the job I was about to give my Cindy, when I tell her my decision.
All three of us and Jeff had a family meeting a few days later. While we discussed our plans, Jeff had been eyeing me strangely. Looking me over, as if for the first time, perhaps imagining what his child might look like, with me as the mother.
He seemed extremely pleased and mom was ecstatic. It was an amazing feeling, realizing what a wonderful thing I was doing for them. It made us all feel so bonded in a way that was so life affirming, it made my previous struggles in my career and personal life seemed small and unimportant. It may sound strange, but I was beginning to suspect that this obsession with personal autonomy and independence was an adolescent phase which our culture was unhealthily obsessed with.
It was a Sunday evening, two weeks after the fateful lunch. I was lounging in the living room of my condo, half dressed in panties and a t-shirt. With my Mac-book on my lap, I was devouring online articles about fertility and maternity, which had become my nightly ritual since coming to my decision that fateful lunch hour.
Tomorrow was the big day, the day we had booked an appointment at the fertility clinic. I felt some trepidation of course, but mostly I was excited. I was in the prime of my womanhood and I felt my body's hunger to create new life inside like an unstoppable force. I wanted to get pregnant- as soon as possible! The buzzer rang, I answered it.
"Hello- who is it?" I was a bit baffled, friends didn't drop in on me like this.
Chapter 3
"Hey- It's Jeff. Sorry I didn't call, I want to talk to you- if that's alright."
It was a little strange that he hadn't called but I assumed he wanted to discuss our trip to the clinic tomorrow, to make sure I was prepared. I was certain I was- but boy was I wrong!
"Of course, come on up!" I pressed the button to unlock the front door. I quickly ran to my bedroom to pull off my t-shirt and throw on a light, white summer dress. I didn't bother putting on a bra, I was kind of underdeveloped in that department anyway so it wasn't strictly necessary. I remembered, happily, that once I got pregnant they would grow and swell and stay that way afterwards. Just one more reason to look forward to pregnancy, I thought, dreamily. There was a knock on my door.
I quickly checked myself in the mirror and then ran down to let Jeff in. He kissed my cheek and grinned as I ushered him in to sit down. He looked me over me like a precious new possession.
"Well don't you look lovely- it's like your glowing already! A pre-glow- is there such a thing?"
I laughed, blushing a little as I answered.
"Oh, well I'm so glad you think I'm good enough to carry your precious seed." He laughed loudly and joyfully.
"Yes, I should think so. You definitely are a fine specimen of healthy young womanhood." I rolled my eyes as I poured us each a glass of wine. We sat down in the living room and he seemed pensive, so I spoke up to ease the tension.
"You've never visited me like this, what brings you over tonight? I don't need any coaching- I'm not going to get cold feet tomorrow." He looked at me as he began to speak I saw a gleam growing in his eye.
"It's a marvelous thing you’re doing for your Cindy and I, but I think you may be forgetting about something." I was puzzled.
"Forgetting about what?" I asked.
"Well, how did
you think you were going to get pregnant?" Call me stupid, but I really didn't see what he was driving at.
"Uh, In Vitro implantation of a fertilized egg? That's the standard way, I thought."
He chuckled.
"That may be the standard medical procedure in most cases involving surrogates, but it's your egg that's going to be fertilized, not Cindy’s, so there's a far more standard way of doing it."
"Uh, what were you guys thinking then? Frozen sperm? Fresh semen in a syringe?"
He moved towards me where I was sitting and slowly ran his hand down my spine. The sudden shock of sensation sent a sensuous shiver through me, as the sexual tension began to fill the air like a heavy fog.
"Oh."
Jeff was kissing my neck now. You may think I was going along too easily but honestly, he was extremely suave about it. I felt electric as I flashed back to that moment in the washroom when my pussy had started dripping from thinking about getting pregnant. I suddenly realized that any other way of doing this would be cheating me out of my rightful pleasure in getting knocked up the good old fashioned way. In fact I was surprised it had never occurred to me that this was a possibility. Being fucked by mom’s best friend and having him cum inside me.
Cindy must really love Jeff to let us do this I thought, as Jeff was running his sensitive artist's hands all over my aching body. The body that was now dying to be touched, dying to be fucked, dying to be filled with life. I purred filthy words which I couldn't believe were coming from my mouth.
"I want you to fuck me Jeff. Fuck me and keep fucking me until you make a baby in your wife’s best-friend-daughter's belly."
Standing in front of me, he was already tearing off my dress as I leaned down to rub my face against his bulging crotch. He had me down to my plain cotton panties. We were both panting as we hungrily groped at each other, tongues dancing together while our hands devoured flesh. Once he got rid of his pants, I pulled his cock free out of his shorts squeezing it at the base, marveling at its pulsing thickness. He looked right into my eyes and spoke words which made my already soaking pussy throb in anticipation.
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