by Danielle Lux
Fiona nodded, tears running down her cheeks. And I started to fuck.
I took it slow at first, moving my cock in long, slow thrusts: in… out… in… out…
Every time I pushed in, Fiona winced. I made an effort not to go too far in, to avoid hitting her cervix.
After a while, the look of pain of Fiona’s face was gradually replaced by something resembling pleasure. And the little moans she was giving off now were no longer moans of pain.
“That feel good?” I asked her.
“So good,” she whispered. “You’re so big.”
This time it was a compliment.
We must have looked a bizarre sight from a distance: me on top of Fiona, fucking her while surround by her huge white dress, her pale legs, with their thigh-length white stockings, wrapped round my back.
There was a central heating unit nearby, so I helped Fiona to her feet, then bent her over it and took her roughly from behind. Thankfully with her white high heels she was just the right height for me, and I pounded her pussy with wild abandon.
“Fuuuuuck...” She moaned as I smashed her from the back, “Oh fuuuuuck…”
Next I sat down on top of the unit, and let her get on top of me. For a virgin, Fiona proved pretty pro at bouncing on a dick. Using her hands to hitch up her huge dress, she slid herself up and down on my huge length, her pussy flaps gripping my girth like a vice. Her cunt was still so incredibly tight, but I could feel it gradually stretching to accommodate me.
“You like that fat cock, don’t you?” I asked, squeezing her tits through her dress.
“I love that fat cock,” she gasped, continuing to ride me like a bucking bronco.
Suddenly she came to a stop, pushing herself down on my shaft as far as she could go, my dick tip kissing her cervix, and she had an orgasm. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a barely-audible high-pitched moan. When she finished, she looked down at me, smiling.
“You made me cum again,” she said.
“I can’t take credit for that one,” I told her. “You were the one doing all the work.”
“Your big penis can take the credit then,” she giggled.
She may have cum, but I was far from finished. Using my big arms, I lifted up up and deposited her back on the floor—my cock never leaving her pussy—then fucked her in missionary position on the ground, her legs hitched up on my shoulders.
“Oh Carl,” Fiona gasped as I pounded her, “I’m so glad… you’re my first!”
Then just made me fuck her all the harder: BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!
Suddenly Fiona’s eyes were rolling so far back into her head that I could only see the whites, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she had her third orgasm.
The extra squeeze from her pussy was enough to send me over the edge, and I started to cum too, emptying my balls into the depths of her vagina as I continued to fuck, spraying her walls with my cream.
I kept fucking until every last drop of man batter had drained from my nuts and my erection started to subside. I pulled my softening cock from Fiona’s pussy, watching as a dollop of my cum came seeping out from between her flaps.
“You on birth control?” I asked her.
She shook her head.
“Make sure you get a morning after pill or something,” I said. Although, if I was being honest, the idea that I might have knocked up this sexy nineteen year old was a real turn on.
Fiona shuffled round and took hold of my semi-erect dick.
“Still so big,” she said, wiping a dollop of cum from my tip with a finger. She took the finger and brought it to her mouth, licking my cum off.
“Mmm,” she smiled. “Tasty. Next time I’ll have to suck you.”
This took me aback.
“Next time?”
“You think I’ll be able to give you up?” Fiona grinned.”You’ve got me addicted to your big cock now. Of course there’ll be a next time.”
Part of me was nervous. This was meant to be a one-off. If Fiona and I continued to fuck, there was far more chance of Tim or my wife finding out. But another part of me was pleased: I was just as addicted to this little slut as she was to me. I wanted to keep on fucking her tight little pussy forever, even if she was married to my son.
“Well,” I said, grinning, “let’s see how we get on.”
Fiona grinned, then kissed me, right on the lips.
“Come on,” she said, a naughty glint in her eyes, “I’d better get back to my husband.”
THE END
An Offer From His Parents
(Pregnant by my Father-in-Law 2)
Paul grunted as he emptied his balls inside me, his warm seed splattering against the sides of my tunnel. There was more of it than usual, but, somehow, I knew it wouldn't be enough. That i still wouldn't be pregnant.
“That's the first time I've cum in a week,” Paul said with a smile. “It'll definitely work this time. I know it.”
Poor Paul, ever the optimist. He would do anything to avoid facing the truth: that the two of us were having serious problems conceiving a child.
Paul lay on top of me for a bit longer, letting every last drop of cum dribble out of his cock into my pussy.
Finally he pulled his softening cock out of me, and went to shower. I looked down between my legs. No cum dribbled out. Even after a week of abstinence, Paul’s load had been small.
One drunken night, Paul had told me that his previous relationship had broken up because he and his fiancée had been unable to have children. Paul blamed the girl, saying she used to drink too much, but he'd always refused to go for tests, convinced that the problem couldn't lie with him.
Now history was repeating itself. Paul and I had been married for six months, and had been trying for a baby for five, but so far we’d had no luck. I'd told Paul that we should go for tests, to see what the problem was and work out our options, but Paul had refused.
In part I think it must have been denial: all his life Paul had wanted to be a dad—with his sunny, optimistic personality he would have made a great dad—and he didn't want to even entertain the idea that it might not be possible. I felt terrible for him, I really did, but I was also desperate to have a child.
Since Paul wouldn't go for tests, I started to contemplate desperate measures. I knew a couple of exes I trusted who would probably agree to get me pregnant, but that was fraught with potential complications. What if they agreed to keep quiet at first, but then changed their mind and wanted to be in their kid’s life? Paul could never know the child wasn't his, I couldn't take that risk.
I thought about going to a sperm clinic, but what if the baby ended up looking nothing like Paul? I just didn't know what to do.
Paul finished his shower and I took my turn. We were going to stay with Paul’s parents for the weekend in the country. It would be nice to get out of the city for a bit, and Janet and Brian always treated us really well. The parents of seven kids, they seemed to have a never-ending supply of love and warmth for Paul and his six siblings.
But, to my shame, what I was most looking forward to was seeing Paul’s dad again. Although in his sixties, Brian was one of the most gorgeous men I'd ever set eyes on. Almost a foot taller than Paul, he was every inch the patriarch, with a commanding voice and an effortless ability to put people at ease when he talked to them. When he spoke, people listened.
It also helped that he was built like an ox, with huge muscles from a lifetime of playing sport. In his youth he came close to rowing in the Olympics, but in the end he had decided to focus on his studies instead. Before he'd retired, he’d been one of the top-earning CEOs in the country.
Paul had a good career, but he and his siblings were constantly in the shadow of their father, whose considerable achievements dwarfed their own.
Yep, Brian was an alpha male in every sense, and I couldn't help it—he turned me on. As I turned on the shower I pulled out my phone and brought up Paul’s mum’s Facebook photos. South France 2014 was an album of hers I
'd dipped into many times before. The French were a bit funny about men wearing swim shorts, so Brian had spent his time by the hotel pool in a pair of Speedos. There was one photo in particular I always returned to, where you could clearly see the considerable bulge in Brian’s trunks as he climbed out of the water. I loaded it up and slipped a finger inside my wet pussy.
Paul hadn't made me cum from our morning sex session—he rarely did—but the photo of his dad in his Speedos soon had me climaxing all over my fingers. I gripped the sink for support as I shuddered and came, the orgasm making my toes tingle.
My hands dripping, I put my phone to one side and climbed into the shower.
Two hours later we arrived at Brian and Janet’s house. Although “mansion” was a more appropriate word. We pulled up the driveway and the two of them came out to meet us.
“Cara, so good to see you!” said Janet, giving me a hug. Like her husband, Paul’s mum was very attractive. From the photos I'd seen of her when she was younger, she could have been a model.
Janet let go of me and went to greet Paul. Then Brian stepped forward and hugged me.
“Hey Cara, how you doing?”
As Brian held me in his big arms, my head resting against his muscular chest, I felt so safe.
“Hi Brian,” I said, hoping I didn't sound like a stupid little girl. My voice always went a bit more high pitched when I was around him.
We took our bags inside and spent the rest of the afternoon drinking wine in the garden and eating delicious food that Brian had prepared. Unlike Paul—who had to look at the instructions when cooking microwave noodles—Brian was an excellent cook.
By the time it began to get dark, I was feeling a bit drunk. Paul, never very good with alcohol at the best of times, started to fall asleep at the table. Brain volunteered to bring him upstairs.
“It's alright, Dad, I'll be fine…” said Paul, barely able to open his eyes as Brian put an arm around him and walked him back inside. A few minutes later, Brian returned. Janet and I had already started on another bottle of wine.
“He's out like a light, poor thing,” said Brian.
“He had a long week at work,” I told them. “And… we’ve been having some stress in our relationship too.”
As soon as I said that I felt guilty. It was difficult with Brian and Janet: they were so nice that you ended up pouring your heart out to them.
“What's wrong, sweetie?” Janet asked. “Don't worry if it's none of our business.”
I sighed.
“It's just… we’re trying to have a baby. And it's proving trickier than we thought.”
Janet and Brian looked at each other.
“But it's something a lot of couples go through,” I went on, “I'm sure it'll all work out soon.”
“How long have you been trying, Cara?” Janet asked.
“About five months.”
Janet took a large sip of wine.
“What?” I asked her. The look on her face was worrying me.
“I shouldn't be telling you this,” she said. “Did Paul ever tell you about his old fiancée?”
“Laura. Yes he told me about her.”
“Did he tell you they were trying for a baby?”
“Yes.”
Janet looked surprised.
“Right,” she said. “Well they were having trouble conceiving too, and Paul was refusing to go for tests. In the end Laura secretly got a sample from Paul tested, and… she found out he's impotent. His sperm count is so low it’s almost impossible for him to conceive a child.”
Even though I'd strongly suspected it, the truth hit me like a freight train.
“I'm so sorry,” said Brian.
“Laura came to us to apologize for leaving Paul,” Janet said. “We had a really good relationship with her, like we do with you, and she ended up telling us everything.”
I felt a tear run down my cheek. All the effort to have a baby that Brian and I had put in for the last five months, all of it was for nothing.
Janet put her hand on mine.
“This is difficult to say,” she said, “but I want to tell you the same thing I told Laura—please don't tell Paul. All his life he's dreamed of being a dad. And he'd be such a good one.”
“But he'll realize eventually,” I said, wiping away the tears, “when I don't get pregnant. Eventually he'll twig that something's wrong with one of us.”
Janet looked at Brian. He gave her a nod.
“We also want to make you the same offer we made Laura,” she said. “She turned us down, and you probably will too, but we have to ask. As you know, Brian and I have seven children. But Brian has many more. You see, over the years we’ve helped many couples—couples like you and Paul—to have children.”
I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. Was Janet really going to suggest what I thought she was?
“Brian has a very high sperm count, and he and Paul share half their genetic makeup, so the child would even look like Paul. He'd never have to know.”
I felt the anger rise up inside me.
“This is sick!” I told them. “So your husband—the father of my husband—cums in a turkey baster or whatever and I squirt it up my cunt? Then I tell my husband that the baby’s his, when really it's his brother?”
“Cara,” said Brian, “Janet’s only making a suggestion.”
“Everyone would be happy,” said Janet. “You’d have the baby you always wanted, Paul would think he's the father. As long as he never found out, everyone wins.”
“And what happens when Paul wants a second child?” I asked. “Do I come back round and ask your husband to whip up another portion of cum?”
“It's up to you. All of this is up to you.”
I stormed out of the room. I was about to go upstairs, but I remembered that Paul would be up there, passed out on the bed, and I didn't feel like seeing him. Instead I went to the kitchen. I rummaged through the cupboards looking for something strong to drink: vodka preferably.
“Hey Cara.”
It was Brian, standing in the doorway.
“What do you want?” I asked. I turned to look at him and my heart skipped a beat. He looked so gorgeous standing there, the hairs of his chest poking out the top of his shirt, the perfect amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw.
He took a couple of steps towards me. I felt my pussy start to get wet.
Maybe having Brian’s child wouldn't be so bad, I thought.
“I'm sorry Janet was so blunt,” said Brian. “This kind of stuff takes a lot of thought, I know. We’ve always been lucky enough to never have any problems conceiving. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for couples like you and Paul. I guess we just wanted to spare Paul a bit of heartache: not let him know that he can't have kids. But you're right, it's probably a sick idea”
Brian turned to leave.
“Wait!” I ran forward and grabbed his hand. “I overreacted. It was a really kind offer from you and Janet. I'm sorry I was such a bitch.”
Brian smiled.
“Paul and I raising your child as our own, it's not a bad idea,” I said. “But it's just all that artificial turkey baster stuff—that just doesn't appeal to me. I'm sorry.”
“You know,” said Brian, “some of the couples we help, we've tried a more, uh, natural approach. The ‘turkey baster’ thing, as you call it, it's not always the most reliable method. So sometimes we do it in a more natural way.”
I felt a tingle between my legs. Was Brian really saying what I thought he was saying?
Brian excused himself and went back to Janet. I went up to bed, lying down on top of the covers, my mind racing with all that Brian and Janet had said.
Was taking up their offer the right thing to do? Paul would never know, and it would spare him having to find out he was impotent, but it still seemed wrong. And as for Brian’s suggestion of trying a more ‘natural’ method, I couldn't cheat on my husband with his own dad. Could I? I'd always fantasized about Brian, but those were just silly fan
tasies. Could I actually have sex with him?
I rubbed a finger against my clit, imagining what it would feel like to have Brian on top of me, his chest hair rubbing against my breasts, his lips kissing my neck. I imagined how his big cock would feel, pushing apart my pussy lips as it slid inside…
Vagina juice ran down my fingers. I rubbed faster and more furiously, until I felt the familiar tingle of the start of an orgasm.
“Brian!” I gasped as my pussy squirted, the juice shooting forward across the white bed sheets.
