by Danielle Lux
“Cum inside me,” I moaned, biting his ear as he pounded my pussy into mulch. “Empty your balls inside me, you fucking stud!”
Frank lifted his head back and half grunted half roared as he finally blew his load. I felt stream after stream of thick, hot syrup shoot from the end of his dick into my hungry pussy.
“Give me a baby,” I gasped as I came too, my cunt juices flowing into his thick pubes, “I want to have your baby!”
Frank grimaced as his humongous balls emptied every last drop of cum into my hole. I could feel it sloshing around inside me, there was so much of it.
Without a word Frank pulled out, leaving my vagina a gaping hole. I looked down and saw a huge load of thick, white semen ooze out.
“Thanks, that was just what I needed.” Frank pulled up his pants and zipped up. He stood and turned towards the stairs.
“Wait,” I said, “what if I'm pregnant?”
“Let my useless son raise the baby. Judging by the monster load I dumped in your cunt, if you're not barren you're almost certainly preggers. John wanted a kid, now he’ll have one. It's the least I could do, as his father.”
Frank grinned and walked up the stairs. I looked down at his semen dripping out of my pussy.
Could it really be true? Could Frank have finally given me the baby that John wasn't able to? Three weeks later I had my answer, when a pregnancy test came up positive.
John was over the moon, of course, saying it must be a miracle. Nine months later I gave birth to a boy. The doctors were amazed at how big he was.
“He's gonna be a terror, that one,” the midwife told me with a smile.
John held the baby in his arms, as happy as I'd ever seen him. “My son,” he said, tears in his eyes.
No, I thought, your brother.
Six months later, John and I decided to have a second child. I let John try a few times, emptying his small balls inside me whenever he managed to get an erection, but again we had no luck.
That's how I found myself knocking on Frank’s door. He opened it and grinned.
“How are my sons?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said, pushing him back inside.
And that night Frank gave me the gift of a second child. I don't know what had happened to me, but it turned me on, knowing that John was raising children that weren't his own. He’d look after them and spend his money on them, but they weren't really his.
That night, when I was back home with John, I rubbed my slit—still red from the fucking Frank had given me —and thought of the cruelest way I could let John know.
I’ll make him get a vasectomy, I thought. Then I'll tell him the truth.
I smiled as I imagined the devastation that would cause John —knowing his kids weren't his, and that he’d never be a father.
I knew he wouldn't leave me or tell the kids—he was too weak. No, he’d stay with me anyway. He’d probably still lend his father money, even knowing that Frank had impregnated his wife.
I'm going to ruin his life, I thought, as I brought myself to orgasm.
John wasn't a bad man, but he was weak, and deserved to be punished.
From then on I was a constant visitor round Frank’s house. I couldn't get enough of his big cock, and it turned us both on, knowing that John was home alone looking after the baby.
Frank had awoken something in me—something cruel—and I liked it.
THE END
Cheating on the Wedding Night
(Too Big for my Daughter-in-Law 2)
It was the day of my son’s wedding, and I was drunk.
To be fair, everyone was drunk. It was six in the evening and the party was in full swing. My wife was busy gossiping with her extended family, and my son was chatting with his buddies.
Everyone was happy, everyone was having a good time. The only person missing, I suddenly realized, was my son’s new wife, Fiona.
“Have you seen Fiona?” I asked a random couple. They both shook their heads.
I decided she must have just nipped to the bathroom or gone off for a breather, and didn’t think anymore about it until an hour later, when my wife Karen came running over to the bar.
“Fiona’s missing!” she said. “No-one knows where she is!”
It was all hands on deck: everyone who was sober enough (which didn’t include my son—who was so drunk he could barely string two words together) set off to look for Fiona.
“How hard can it be to lose a bride?” one of my son’s old school friends remarked. It was a fair point: the last time she’s been seen she’d been wearing her gigantic white wedding dress, so she’d hardly be inconspicuous.
We all split up, scouring the hotel. The hotel was in the middle of nowhere, so she couldn’t have gone anywhere else. The only trouble was that it was huge, so there were loads of places she could be.
While most people searched downstairs in the event rooms, restaurants and bars, I headed upstairs and checked the room corridors. I thought it was unlikely she’d just be sitting in a corridor, but my wife insisted we check everywhere.
So up I went, floor after floor, until finally I reached the top floor. No sign of her. I was about to get the elevator back down, when I noticed a door with a sign: To the roof. It was a million-to-one shot, but I thought I ought to check.
To my amazement, I actually did find Fiona up on the roof. She was sitting down, her eyes red from crying. The poor thing had obviously had too much to drink.
“Hi Fiona,” I said. “How you doing? Everyone’s worried about you.”
“Hi Carl,” she sniffled. Then she burst into tears.
I sat down and put an arm around her.
“What’s wrong, darling? It’s ok.”
“I’m… I’m worried I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life.”
Shit. This was the woman who’d just married my son. What was I supposed to say to that?
“Um, how come?” I asked.
“Tim’s a great guy, but I’m not sure if I married him for the wrong reasons. He has a good job and he’s sweet and kind… but he’s…” she trailed off. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you this. He’s your son.”
“It’s ok,” I said, “you can tell me. I promise it’ll just be between us.”
I couldn’t help notice how beautiful Fiona looked when she cried. She was a very attractive girl anyway: slim, pale-skinned with long red hair and freckles, and only nineteen-years-old. And, I noticed as I looked down at her cleavage, her breasts were small but perfectly formed. She had the physique of a ballerina. That girl needs a good feeding, my wife always said, but Fiona’s slimline body looked perfect to me. My son was a very lucky man.
Fiona wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. Her mascara was all over her face.
“It’s just that Tim… he’s so nice, but he’s not really… very manly.”
I couldn’t argue with that. My son and I were polar opposites. I loved sport and had played football and baseball all through high school, and even a bit into college. Before I retired I’d worked as a sports coach at the local high school. Tim loved computer games and worked as a programmer. We were chalk and cheese, but I loved him all the same. Still, if Fiona had been after a “manly” man, she’d definitely married the wrong guy.
Fiona snuggled her face against my chest. She was getting mascara all over my white shirt, but I thought it would be churlish to complain.
“I don’t know,” she sniffled, “maybe I should have gone for… a guy like you.”
Oh shit.
Fiona looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’ve always had a thing for you, Carl.”
“Fiona,” I said, “I’m flattered, but you’re my son’s wife! You’re just drunk.”
“I’m not, I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. You’re just so big and strong. You’re a real man.”
She leaned forward, eyes closed, to try and kiss me, but I quickly pulled away.
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br /> “Fiona!”
She grabbed my crotch.
“Wow! I always knew you’d be hung.”
“Fiona, no!”
I stood up. Fiona started crying again.
“You don’t want me!”
“You’re married to my son! You just got married!”
“So? No-one needs to know. I just want you to fuck me. I want you to be my first.”
That took me by surprise.
“Sorry, what?”
“I want you to be my first, not Tim. But after today I’ll never cheat on him again. I just don’t want to only have sex with one person my entire life.”
“You mean… you’re a virgin?”
I couldn’t believe it. I knew Fiona was a Christian, but she never seemed like the bible-bashing type. Suddenly it made a lot more sense why Fiona and Tim were getting hitched less than a year after meeting: Fiona was desperate for sex, but wanted to wait until marriage.
“Does Tim know?”
It was a stupid question, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Of course. He said he was happy to wait.”
And who could blame him. All he had to do was abstain from sex for a few months, and he was getting to spend the rest of his life sleeping with an absolute babe.
My mind was a mess. A moment before I’d been preparing to ring my wife and tell her Fiona was up here drunk, but now I knew Fiona was a virgin… my cock began to stir in my pants as I imagined popping her cherry. I’d never fucked a virgin before, and this sweet little nineteen year old might be my last chance.
Still, could I really do that to Tim? Not only would I be sleeping with his wife, I’d be taking the virginity that should rightfully be his. No doubt he’d been looking forward to popping Fiona’s cheery, and I’d be stealing that from him. He’d never know, but still…
I looked down at Fiona, the slender, beautiful nineteen-year-old who’d only this morning married my son. She was looking at me with eyes full of longing, desperate for me to be her first.
And I wasn’t going to disappoint her.
Whether it was drunken logic or my dick doing the thinking, I reasoned that as long as no-one else found out, there was no harm in Fiona and me having a quick fling. I’d never cheated on my wife before, and Fiona had obviously never cheated on anyone, so it would just be a one-off. Tim would get to spend the rest of his life with this stunning girl, and he’d never know that I’d been there first. Fiona could tell him she’d broken her hymen riding an bike or something. That is, if she still had a hymen—which I very much hoped she did.
“Well?” Fiona asked. She was drunk, but I could tell from the look on her face that she still knew exactly what she was doing, the same as me. We both wanted each other.
In answer to her question, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. I didn’t mess around—this was lust, not love—sliding my tongue into her open mouth and slopping it against hers with wild abandon. Her mouth tasted of champagne.
Fiona being as inexperienced as she was, I had to lead the way. I tried to slip a hand up to her breasts, but it was near impossible with her giant white dress, so I settled for kissing her cleavage and her neck.
“Oh Carl!” she moaned.
There was no way I was going to be able to slip a hand up her skirt at this angle, so I got her to lay on her back—praying that the ridiculously expensive dress wouldn’t get too dirty. I lifted up her skirt and reached down, pulling off her white panties. Then I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was lovely and trimmed—she’d obviously prepared for her big night tonight, little knowing it would be me, and not Tim, who took her most precious gift.
I moved my head forward, spreading her legs to see the juicy pink insides. I slid a finger in, and Fiona groaned. I was going to stick a second in, but she was far too tight, so I started slowly fingering her with the one.
“That feel good?” I asked.
“Yes, oh yes!” I heard her say. I couldn’t see her, as I was completely underneath the huge white dress.
A little voice in the back of my head kept telling me how wrong this was, but it got fainter and fainter as I heard Fiona moan. My cock was rock hard now, and, wrong or not, I was going to take this girl’s virginity.
I moved my mouth down and started to lap at her clit, using my fingers to pull back its hood. Fiona’s pussy tasted delicious, and I loved the way her thighs gently pressed against the sides of my head as I licked.
She was obviously enjoying it too, from the way she was moaning. After a few minutes of moaning and squirming, she suddenly gripped her thighs tight around my head. I could feel her trembling.
“I’m cumming…” she whimpered, “I’m—”
She let out a long, high-pitched whimper as she orgasmed. A wave of delicious pussy juice splattered across my tongue.
I pulled my head out from underneath the dress. Fiona was breathing heavily, sweat on her forehead and a big smile on her face.
“I…” she gasped, “I’ve never… no-one’s ever made me… cum before.”
“What?” I said, “Tim’s never made you—?”
“No,” she smiled. “He’s eaten me out before, but it wasn’t… it wasn’t as good as you. You’re amazing.”
As wrong as it was, I felt a swell of pride knowing I’d made Fiona cum when Tim hadn’t been able to. He may have had a better job than me, and earned more money than I ever had, but I’d been the one to make his wife cum. And now I was going to be her first—not him. As much as I loved the boy, it gave me a sense of satisfaction knowing that I was still the alpha male of the family. I was still the daddy.
“You want me to fuck you now?” I asked Fiona. She nodded.
Not wasting a second, I unzipped my fancy wedding pants and pulled them down as far as I needed to pull my dick out. When Fiona saw it she gasped—a reaction I’d seen plenty of times before. I felt another surge of pride—this was confirmation that I was definitely bigger than Tim.
I climbed on top of Fiona, not even bothering to pull my pants off properly, and lined my cock up with her hole, resting my fat cock head on her flaps. Fiona’s eyes were fixed on mine. She was biting her lip—nervous, but also excited for what was about to happen.
As I started to push forward, Fiona winced. Her cunt was so tight, it took a huge amount of pressure to even get inside her at all. Trying to fit my fat glans between her pussy lips was like trying to put an elephant foot in a sock.
Finally, with a great deal of pushing, my cock head started to slide in, parting Fiona’s tight lips. She was gritting her teeth so much that I was worried I was tearing something. The poor girl was obviously in a great deal of pain. I’ve had experienced women moan that my cock is hurting them, so I couldn’t imagine what it was like for tight little virgin Fiona.
“It’s ok,” I told Fiona, as I slid the rim of my cock head inside her, “that’s the widest bit.”
She said nothing, just kept wincing. I thought about stopping, but knew it was best to keep going unless she told me otherwise. Losing her virginity was always going to hurt, there was no way round that.
“It’ll hurt for a while,” I told her, “but then it’ll start to feel good. I promise.”
“You’re so big,” Fiona whimpered. It wasn’t meant as a compliment.
“I know,” I told her, “but you’ll get used to it.”
Fiona didn’t look convinced, but since she hadn’t told me to stop I slowly slid another inch into her. The tip of my cock rubbed against something hard, and for a moment I was confused, until I realized what it was.
She still has a hymen! I thought happily. And I’m gonna be the one who gets to break it!
I rolled my hips, pushing my dick forward. I felt the hymen stretching and starting to tear. Fiona started to cry, the tears running down her cheeks.
I pushed my cock into her with all my might.
Fiona screamed as the head of my dick tore through her hymen. I felt warm blood on my shaft as I buried myself as de
ep as I could go. When I hit her cervix, Fiona screamed again. I hoped to god no-one down below had heard her.
Fiona’s face was a mess. Her eyes were red and snot dripped from her nose, mixing with the tears.
“It hurts,” she whimpered, “it hurts so much.”
“You want me to stop?” I asked. She shook her head.
“I’m gonna start fucking you now,” I told her. “It’ll hurt at first, but not for long.”
