by Danielle Lux
I lay on the bed panting, a pool of cunt juice seeping into the bedclothes underneath my ass, my sticky fingers resting between my legs. I'd only squirted twice before in my life: and both times had been with ex boyfriends fingering me, never by myself.
I looked over at Paul, still fast asleep. He looked like Brian in the same way a Labrador looked like a wolf. The similarities were there, but there was something lacking. There was something about Brian—not just his height or his muscles or the monster that I could tell was in his pants—that made him a king amongst men. And that's when I decided—I wanted him to father my child.
As luck would have it, the next day Paul got a call from work, asking him to come in to help solve some emergency.
“But it’s Sunday!” I protested.
“I'm so sorry, Cara. I'm sure it won't take more than a couple of hours. Do you want me to give you a lift home on the way, or do you want to stay with my parents until I get back?”
My heart skipped. Spend the day alone with Brian and Janet? It was the perfect opportunity!
“I'll stay here, baby,” I told Paul. “Don't worry about me.”
Once Paul had gone, I went upstairs to find Janet and Brian. As I walked down the hall to their wing of the house, I could hear Janet screaming. At first I thought she was in pain, then I realized she was having sex.
I went up to the door, listening to her screams and yelps. I could also head a frantic thudding, as Brian fucked her at Olympian speed.
“Oh Brian,” Janet gasped, “Finish inside me!”
I need that cum! I thought, seized by a sudden madness. I pushed down the handle and burst through the door.
“Don't cum in her!” I yelled.
Brian stopped mid thrust, his big round ass poking up in the air, Janet underneath him. The two of them turned to face me, mouths open.
“Cara?” said Janet. “What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, and backed out, closing the door behind me.
What was I thinking? Red-faced, I walked away down the corridor, when Janet opened the door.
“Cara, are you ok?”
“John had to go to work,” I said.
“Oh no. That’s a shame.”
“And I was wondering… about the offer you made yesterday. I think… I think I want to take you up on it.”
Janet smiled.
“That’s amazing news, Cara. I’m so happy.”
The next thing I knew, I was lying down on Janet and Brian’s bed. The three of us were in dressing gowns, me on the bed, them standing next to the bed.
“Just get yourself nice and relaxed, baby,” Janet told me. “Brian’s going to whip up a batch for you now.”
Brian smiled at me. I could see a slight lump below the waistband of his dressing gown. Was he getting turned on by this? Turned on by the idea of impregnating his son’s wife?
Brian went into the bathroom, and Janet turned on the TV for me, loading up a porno using her laptop.
“They say having an orgasm helps with conception,” said Janet. “Any porn in particular you prefer?”
“Um… older men with younger woman?” I said, feeling my cheeks glow red with embarrassment. Janet just smiled. This situation was new and strange to me, but for her and Brian it was just another rodeo.
Janet found a video online and loaded it up. As I watched the gray-haired guy on screen fucking some eighteen-year-old slut, I tried to imagine it was me and Brian.
“Do you want to play with yourself, dear?” Janet asked. “As I said, having an orgasm helps.”
I felt my cheeks glow red. What was I doing here, in this crazy situation?
“It’s ok,” said Janet, rubbing my cheek gently with a finger, “I know this must all seem a bit strange, but I promise you you're making the right decision.”
I smiled, trying to appear more comfortable than I felt. I gingerly moved my hand between my legs, pushing my fingers into my panties. I rubbed my clit, but it felt dry and unresponsive. I tried to concentrate on the porno, but it wasn't doing anything for me.
Then Brian stuck his head out of the bathroom.
“Janet, would you mind giving me a hand?”
Janet smiled at me, then disappeared into the bathroom. After a moment, I heard the rhythmic sounds of her jacking Brian off, and his grunts.
My pussy finally began to get wet.
“You like that, big boy?” I heard Janet whisper. “You like me jacking off your big cock?”
I slid my fingers inside my cunt, hooking them up to rub the delicate bit underneath my belly.
“Fuck!” I heard Brian grunt. I was almost ready to cum, but then Janet returned. Feeling awkward, I stopped fingering myself.
“Here you go, darling,” said Janet, holding up a glass full of semen to show me. There was so much of it!
“Is that all from just now?” I asked, amazed.
“Brian has very big balls,” Janet explained. “It may look impressive, but, trust me, it's no fun when he wants me to swallow!”
I took the glass. The outside felt warm. I tipped the glass to the side, watching as the thick liquid flowed slowly across. I'd never seen such a big load, even with men I'd been with before Paul.
Brian came out the bathroom in his dressing gown. I blushed and turned away, not wanting to look him in the eye.
“Have you got everything you need?” Janet asked. “You've got the pipette there, some wipes… do you want me to be here to help?”
“No, I'm fine,” I said. It was weird enough using Paul’s dad’s cum to get pregnant, without his mum helping me as well.
“Come on Janet,” said Brian, “let's leave her be. If you need us, Cara, we'll be downstairs.”
“Thanks Brian,” I said, my voice sounding like a little girl’s again. I blushed. “And, uh, thank you too, Janet.”
The two of them left. It was just me now—me, some kitchen equipment, some wipes, and a glass full of my husband’s dad’s cum.
My phone beeped. It was a message from Paul.
Why didn't I leave it in the other room? I thought. I considered ignoring it, but—like most people of my generation—I was unable to ignore a message once I'd seen it. I opened it up.
“Hi baby, sorry for leaving you today,” the message said. “Hope things are ok with my parents. Prob gonna be three or four more hours here :( love you xx”
I messaged back: “Things fine here. Your parents being nice as usual. Miss you and love you xx”
I turned the phone off and put it to one side. I took the turkey baster, squeezed the bulb at the top to push all the air out of it, then dipped it into Brian’s cum. It was so thick that the baster could almost stand up on its own.
I released my grip on the bulb, and the cum was sucked up into the glass tube. I took another looked at the instructions Janet had written: the next step was to push the tube inside my vagina as far as possible, slowly squirt the cum onto my cervix, then wait for 30 minutes in the same position.
My phone started to ring—I must have not held the off button long enough. I was so shocked that my hands slipped, and the glass of Brian’s semen and the pipette fell to the floor, spilling their thick white contents all over the expensive carpet.
“Shit!” I yelled, grabbing the pack of wipes and jumping off the bed. I dabbed frantically at the semen, now seeping into the carpet fibers.
The phone kept ringing, but I ignored it. I ran to the bathroom and poured some water into my hands, then ran back and poured it over Brian’s semen. Then I went back and got some more water.
I dabbed some more, but there was just too much cum, and it was too far into the carpet—it was definitely going to leave a stain.
Overcome, I burst into tears, wailing and sobbing over how badly I'd fucked everything up.
I heard footsteps, then Janet burst into the room, closely followed by Brian.
“What's wrong, darling?” Janet asked, getting down on the floor and wrapping her arms around me.
“I… I spilled it!” I sobbed. “I've ruined your carpet, I'm sorry!”
Janet looked down at the sticky white stain.
“Don't be silly, Cara,” she said, “that'll come out easy. Don't you worry. Did you manage to use any, or do you need Brian to whip you up some more?”
I burst into tears again.
“I can't do it with that… that thing,” I said, looking at the turkey baster on the floor, still half full of Brian’s cum. “This isn't how I imagined getting pregnant. This isn't how I used to dream about it happening. I always thought it would be magical… not me shoving a fucking pipette up my vagina.”
I put my head in my hands.
I felt a hand on the small of my back. But it wasn't Janet this time—the hand was large and manly.
“Let's do it the natural way, said Brian, who was squatting next to me on the floor. It wasn't a question or a suggestion, it was a command. I looked up, my eyes wet with tears, into his beautiful ice-blue eyes.
“I'm going to have sex with you, Cara,” Brian said, “and I'm going to finish inside you. Is that ok?”
I just nodded. Brian leaned forward and hugged me. I sobbed into his dressing gown, crying in his arms like he was my daddy and I was his little girl.
“I know you wish you were doing this with Paul,” Brian said, “but that's just not possible. I'm sorry.”
I went to the bathroom to clean up—to wipe the tears from my face—and when I came out, Brian was standing by the bed, completely naked.
My hand went straight for my heart when I saw him in all his glory for the first time. I'd seen his body before, in Janet’s Facebook photos, but seeing his muscular abs and chest in the flesh was something else altogether. His chest had the perfect amount of fine gray hair on it, and his biceps were muscled to perfection.
But the pièce de résistance—the thing I couldn't take my eyes off—was his cock. It was even bigger than I'd fantasized about. It was long, hanging almost to his knees, and was as thick as a coke can. He was uncircumcised, I was pleased to see, and half his cock head was covered by a thick, fleshy hood of foreskin. His balls were massive too—each individual ball looked the same size as both of Paul’s. Two cum-filled eggs, hanging as long as Paul’s entire soft dick.
Fuck, it's not even hard, I thought. I'd heard girlfriends talk about becoming instantly wet at the sight of a nice cock, but I'd always thought they were bullshitting. But no, now it was happening to me. My pussy filled with juice as I lusted over Brian’s delicious fat manhood, imagining what it would feel like inside me…
“My eyes are up here,” said Brian. I quickly took my eyes off his cock, blushing.
“Brian, don't tease Cara!” said Janet. She was sitting in an armchair near the bed. “Do you want me to leave, darling?” she asked me. “I don't mind, really. Would you feel more comfortable if it was just the two of you?”
“No, please stay,” I said. Somehow it felt less like cheating if both Janet and Brian were there.
“You want me to help you take your clothes off?” Janet asked. I shook my head. I undid my nightgown, letting it drop to the floor. I felt Brian’s gaze on my breasts, as I stood there in just my panties. Then I wriggled out of them as well, exposing my completely bald vagina—Paul wasn't keen on pubic hair.
Now, just like Brian, I was completely naked. I saw his dick start to stir. It rose slowly, like a big, heavy drawbridge, until it was fully erect, the enormous fat head reaching way beyond his belly button. It had got fatter too. His girth was ridiculous.
“I'm not sure that's going to fit,” I said. Janet and Brian both laughed, thinking I was making a joke.
“It's a struggle at first,” said Janet, “but trust me—you'll be fine once you're warmed up. I take it my son doesn't take after his father then?”
I blushed again.
“Sorry,” said Janet, smiling, “that must be the genes from my side of the family!”
Brian walked forward and put his big hands on each of my shoulders, looking down at me.
“Do you mind if we kiss?” he asked. “We've found it can help with arousal, which can help with conception. But it's ok if you don't feel—”
I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. He moved his hands down, one on the small of my back, one resting on my ass. Our tongues found each other, wrestling in our mouths. He was an amazing kisser—so much better than Paul. Paul’s kisses were wet and sloppy, with far too much tongue, but Brian knew exactly what he was doing—his tongue playing with mine in a perfectly choreographed ballet. He pulled his mouth away from mine, sucking my bottom lip as he did so, then pulled away completely and smiled at me.
He lifted me up like a child, one hand under my back, one under my ass, then laid me carefully on the bed. Then he crawled on top of me. For a moment I was terrified that he was going to penetrate me immediately, but instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth. One of his hands found the other nipple, tweaking and squeezing it.
His mouth was as good at sucking tits as it was kissing. He alternated between taking long, deep sucks on my nipple and lapping at it with the rough surface of his tongue, while his other hand squeezed the other nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
Soon both nipples were as hard as bullets, and Brian switched over—sucking and playing with the opposite ones. My back arched and I gasped with pleasure.
I jumped with surprise as I felt Brian’s other hand between my legs. He stuck his index finger gently into my vagina, which was already sopping wet, his palm facing upwards. He hooked the finger up, rubbing it against the sensitive part under my belly. I squirmed with pleasure, moaning and groaning as he gently fingered me.
When I was wet enough, his slid another fat finger in, to join the first.
“Oh Brian!” I gasped, as he rubbed both fingers against the inner wall of my pussy. He kept rubbing, his movement steady and continuous, and I felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm on its way.
“I'm gonna cum!” I whimpered, “I'm gonna—”
And cum I did, with a scream that would have woke the neighbors, if Janet and Brian had had any.
I felt my pussy gush all over Brian’s hand, and—for the second time in two days and the fourth time in my life—I squirted. It shot out in a thin line of sticky liquid that went all up Brian’s hairy arm.
“Sorry!” I said.
Brian said nothing, he just leaned down and positioned his head between my legs.
“Oh,” I said, surprised, “I didn't realize you were going to go down on me, I haven't had a showe-OOOO!!!”
Brian lapped at my clit with his tongue, flicking at the hood with rapid speed. Paul hated giving oral sex, and was crap at it anyway, but Brian proved once again that he had an incredible mouth. His snakelike tongue sending waves of pleasure across my body.
I grabbed his head and ran my fingers through his hair, holding him down there as I wriggled with ecstasy. I turned and saw Janet in her armchair, smiling at me.
Brian’s tongue was working overtime now, every lick making me shiver. Finally I felt another orgasm on its way, like an unstoppable freight train.
I wrapped my legs around Brian’s head, using my hands to grip the bedsheets as I came.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, oh Brian, oh fuck!”
I collapsed, my legs and arms splayed out on the bed, utterly exhausted.
“That was amazing,” I gasped.
Brian moved up and kissed me again on the lips. His mouth tasted of pussy. I felt the head of his cock resting on my vagina lips. He started to slowly push the head of his dick in.
“Wait!” I gasped, “I want to suck it first.”
Brian grinned.
“That's very nice of you, Cara, but this isn't about my pleasure. This is about you.”
“I know,” I said, “and I want to suck your cock.”
I'd fantasized about giving Brian a blowjob since the moment I’d met him. I wanted to feel him in my mouth, to see how much of him I could fit in my throat, to tas
te his cum….
I might have to hold off on tasting his cum—as I needed that to give me a baby—but since I finally had him here, in bed with me, I might as well do the rest.
“Please,” I said, looking up at Brian with my best little girl eyes. “Please let me suck your cock.”
Brian looked over at Janet.
“If it helps get you turned on, Cara, that's fine with me,” she said.
