by Danielle Lux
I got on all fours on the bed, presenting my pussy for Brian. He crawled up behind me, and massaged the head of his dick against my folds. Then, slowly, he pushed his dick in.
I let out a long, deep groan as he sunk back into me. He bottomed out, gently bumping against my cervix. It tingled, but didn't hurt as much this time. Then Brian started to pound.
Gripping my hips, he fucked me like a pneumatic drill—BAM BAM BAM BAM!—giving me the full length of his python with each mighty thrust.
“Ohhhhh shiiiiiit!!!!” I yelled, as he made mincemeat of my pussy. Every so often he would slam into my cervix, which hurt like fuck—but also felt good, in a weird way.
“I'm cumming,” I yelled, “I'm cummimg!” My pussy tensed tight around Brian’s cock as I came, the orgasm rippling through my entire body. My fingers and toes went numb.
The extra squeeze from my vagina was all Brian needed.
“I'm going to cum!” he roared, slamming his dick into me at supersonic speed. “Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!”
Brian grabbed my hips and plunged his dick into me as far as it could go, his fat knob end squashed against the entrance to my womb. A torrent of warm man milk spurted out the end of his throbbing cock, coating my cervix.
There was so much cum that some spurted out the sides of my vagina. And Brian wasn't finished yet. He groaned as rope after rope of semen fired from the end of his monster dick, filling my cunt to the brim with his seed.
I collapsed on the bed and Brian collapsed on top of me, both of us utterly exhausted.
“No!”
It was Janet. She ran over from her armchair.
“Cara, you have to lie on your back with your legs up.”
“What for?” I asked, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“To help with conception!”
The baby, shit! I’d been having such an amazing time with Brian that I'd forgotten that this was all in aid of getting me pregnant.
Brian rolled off me and I spun round, lying on my back with my legs hitched up. It all seemed a bit pointless—Brian had fired so much cum directly at my cervix that if I was able to get pregnant, I must be pregnant by now. But I guessed it was a good idea to make sure.
Brian lay on the bed, his enormous dick still semi hard and resting on his belly. A drop of cum fell from the tip, landing in his belly button.
“That was amazing…” he gasped. “Fucking hell, Cara. You're incredible.”
I beamed with pride. Not only had I taken Brian’s monster meat like a champ, but it looked like I'd given him some of the best sex of his life.
I caught a look on Janet’s face—was it jealousy? That just made me even happier.
I lay on my back, letting Brian’s cum slosh against my womb. Some had already seeped out onto the bedsheets or was splattered across my thighs and my pubes, but there was still so much inside me. Brian’s monster balls had, for the second time in one day, delivered a truly epic load.
Janet put her hand on the back of my head.
“You ok, sweetie?”
“Never better,” I said. “Never better.”
Two weeks later a pregnancy testing kit gave Paul and I the news we’d been hoping for for so long: we were going to have a baby! Paul was happier than I'd ever seen him, overjoyed that he was finally going to be a dad.
The next few months flew by in a flurry of excitement. Before I knew it, seven months had passed, and my bump was huge. I wanted to keep the baby’s sex a surprise, but Paul was too eager, and insisted we find out. Reluctantly I agreed—and the doctor told us it was a boy.
A few weeks later I found myself driving to a fancy hotel on the edge of town almost eight months pregnant. We’d both tried to avoid this happening, but after that amazing first time, the attraction was just too strong.
I took the elevator up to the 10th floor, walked down the corridor and knocked on the door of one of the rooms.
Brian opened the door. He looked breathtakingly handsome, in smart jeans and a white shirt, the top couple of buttons undone to show the top of his muscular hairy chest.
Behind him I could see a luxurious room with a massive bed, and breathtaking views of the city from the windows. Only the best for Brian.
His hand went straight for my bump.
“Wow, he's getting so big.”
“The doctors are amazed at the rate he's growing,” I told him. “He's going to be big and strong—like his father.”
Brian grinned.
“What did you tell Janet?” I asked.
“I told her I was meeting some old colleagues for a few beers,” he said. “What did you tell Paul?”
“That i was going to a prenatal class to do some vaginal exercises.”
“Well then,” he said with a grin, “we’d better get that vagina exercised.”
And with that he picked me up, like I weighed no more than a little girl, and carried me to the bed…
THE END
A Wife’s Revenge
(Pregnant by my Father-in-Law 3)
I found out my husband was cheating on me in the worst possible way: by walking in on him.
I'd come home from work early, and thought I'd surprise him. But I was the one who ended up surprised.
It was the summer holidays, so I knew that Ethan, a high school teacher, would be at home. I opened the front door and was about to call out to him, when I heard noises coming from upstairs. At first I thought it was someone yelling in pain, but then I felt my heart in my throat as I realized what it really was: sex noises.
I walked quietly up the stairs, dreading every step. I knew what I was going to see at the top, but I had to confirm it for myself, with my own eyes.
Maybe he's just watching a porn film, I thought hopefully.
“Give it to me, Mr Williams, give it to me!”
My mouth went dry. Ethan wasn't just cheating on me, he was cheating on me with a student!
I reached the top of the stairs. Across the landing the door was open to the bedroom, and on the bed a pretty blonde girl was on top of my husband, bouncing up and down on his cock.
She couldn't have been much older than eighteen. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were perfect. As they bounced there was no sign of sagging—they rose up, then down, up, then down, two perfect, firm pink globes.
Ethan was gripping her hips, but she was doing most of the moving, riding him like a crazy woman.
“Mr Williams you're so big!” she groaned, “big, big, big! I'm gonna cum again!”
“I'm cumming too, Becky,” he grunted.
Becky. Of course she was going to be called Becky, with her cheerleader-blonde hair and her perfect body.
I walked across the landing. I don't know why, but I had to see it. I wanted this moment burned into my retinas, so I'd know never to take Ethan back. I was like a woman in a trance, unable to stop. I should have fled from the house, but I had to see…
I entered the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his back on the bed—our bed—too focused on Becky to notice me. She was facing him, so didn't see me either. He reached up and squeezed her perfect tits.
“Ah fuck!” Ethan roared, and at the same time Becky squealed with joy, like she'd just been told she’d made the cheerleading squad.
They both stayed where they were, Ethan on his back and the blonde straddled on top of him, panting and getting their breath back.
“That was so good, Mr Williams,” Becky grinned. “I think it was the best time yet!”
“I hope you at least used a condom,” I said.
The two of them jumped out of their skins. Becky got off my husband’s dick and dived under the covers, in a ridiculous attempt to hide.
“Anna..” Ethan said.
“It's too late,” I told him, feeling the tears welling in my eyes, “I saw everything.”
I looked down at his dick, which was slowly starting to shrivel. The bastard wasn't even wearing protection—he’d fucked the little slut bareback.
“I thin
k it was the best time yet,” I said, mimicking Becky’s voice. “How many times have you fucked this little bitch? And on our bed!”
“Anna, please, I can explain…” Ethan said, getting naked off the bed and coming towards me.
“Get off me!” I said, slapping his hand away as he tried to touch me. “We’re meant to be trying for a baby, Ethan, and instead you’re blowing your load inside little sluts. No wonder I haven't been able to get pregnant yet!”
“Anna…”
I stormed out the room and ran down the stairs.
“Anna please!” Ethan said, running after me, his soft cock flapping against his legs.
He followed me to the front door and put a hand on it, blocking my way.
“Anna, you're my wife,” he said, “at least hear me out.”
“Let me guess, she just wanted some extra biology tuition.”
“No, it's… it was just a mistake. I fucked up.”
“You're right there,” I told him. “Now get out of my way.”
“No,” he said his face growing stern. “Anna we need to—”
I kneed him in the balls. Hard.
Ethan staggered back, clutching his crotch. His eyes were watering and he was in too much pain to talk. His mouth opened and closed like a fish.
“Maybe Becky can help you rub it better,” I said.
Ethan collapsed to floor, writhing in agony in the fetal position. For good measure I gave him a kick in the stomach with my high heel, then opened the front door and left.
By the time I got to my car, I was in tears again. I started to drive, no idea of where I was going. Five years of marriage, all in ruins! Ethan and I were trying to have a baby, we’d been talking about buying a new house…
I needed to speak to someone, to pour my heart out. But who? I'd moved states to come and live with Richard after we got married, leaving all my old friends behind, and I was always so busy with work that I hadn't made any new ones.
The only people I could think of were Ethan’s parents, who lived a couple of blocks away. I felt a bit weird going to speak to them about their son, but my head was in bits and I had nowhere else to turn.
I pulled up in Ethan’s parents’ driveway and knocked on their front door. After a few moments, Ethan’s dad opened it.
“Anna, what's wrong?”
“Can I come in?” I asked, “I just need someone to talk to.”
He let me in.
“Rita’s out at her sister’s for the weekend, so it's just me I'm afraid,” he said. “Can I get you anything, a drink, or—”
I leapt forward and put my arms around him. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged me back, running his fingers through my hair.
“There, there, it's ok Anna, it's ok.”
Ethan’s dad Jim was one of the nicest men I'd ever had the pleasure to meet. But he wasn't a pushover. No, if he thought someone was in the wrong he’d fight them all the way, and never back down. Unlike his son, Jim had integrity. He wouldn't do things to make himself look good or to boost his ego, like Ethan would, he'd always do whatever was right.
I'd like to say that this was the reason I'd always had a secret crush on him, but that was only half the story. It was also because he was so fucking gorgeous.
Even though he was in his sixties, Jim had a full head of thick, silver hair. He was tall too, taller than Ethan, and was in excellent shape. Basically he was as close to perfect as a man could get, and since the moment I'd met him, I’d often had very dirty thoughts about him.
But right now I wasn't thinking about that. What I needed now was a shoulder to cry on.
Jim led me through to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
“Do you want me to call Ethan?” he asked. “Tell him you're here?”
“No,” I replied quickly. “It's… it’s Ethan who's the problem.”
And I burst into tears again. Jim sat next to me at the table, putting a big arm around me.
I told him everything: about Ethan cheating, about catching them in the act, everything.
When I finished, Jim was seething.
“That little rat,” he said. “I know he's my son, but how dare he treat you like that! You moved away from your home to be with him, you pay most of the bills—and this is how he treats you!”
Jim had always been very protective of women. It was something else that made him amazingly attractive.
“You can stay here tonight if you want,” Jim said. “And for as long as you want. I know Rita won't mind. We're both so fond of you.”
I smiled up at him with tear-filled eyes, pathetically grateful.
“Thank you, Jim. You know the worst part is, we were meant to be having a baby. I'm forty in two years, what if I can't find another man? It's alright for Ethan, but my biological clock is ticking. Maybe I should just get back with him…”
“No,” said Jim, sounding angrier than I'd ever heard him. “He cheated on you, in your own bed. Maybe multiple times. He's my son and I love him, but he doesn't deserve a girl like you.”
“But what… what if no-one else wants me?” I blubbed.
“Of course someone will,” said Brian, rubbing one of my cheeks with his hand. “You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. My tongue slid towards his mouth and he parted his lips to let it in. His mouth tasted sweet.
Jim quickly pulled away.
“Anna we can't, we…” he began, but then a hungry look came over him and he grabbed my face, shoving his tongue back into my mouth.
As our mouths wrestled, our hands tore at each other’s clothes. With swift finger movements Jim unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my bra, which he reached around and unhooked. The bra fell away to reveal my voluptuous breasts. They weren't as pert as Becky the school girl’s, but they were bigger, each almost as big as Jim’s head.
I managed to unbutton Jim’s shirt too, and it opened to reveal his muscular hairy chest. Unlike Ethan, Jim was very hairy—the way a man should be.
Both of us still sat down, Jim took one of my soft nipples in his mouth. I groaned, grabbing his head as he sucked my tit, running my fingers through his hair.
As he sucked I reached down and unbuckled his jeans, pulling out his rock hard cock. With his head in the way I couldn't see it, but I could feel it, and it felt enormous. Even bigger than Ethan’s, and Ethan was very well hung.
He moved on to the other breast, taking big, long sucks that sent shivers across my body.
“Oh god,” I gasped, “that's so good!”
I felt his dick grow in my hands as I complimented him. I had one hand on top of the other now, and my fingers were unable to touch because of his girth.
I pushed his head away from my breasts—his lips pulled away from my nipple with a delicious sucking sound—then I knelt down on the floor in front of his chair.
Seeing his monster cock in the flesh for the first time almost gave me a heart attack. Ethan’s seven inches looked like a micropenis compared to his dad’s. And it was so fat as well.
I took the fat head in my mouth and Jim groaned. Then I started bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking as much of him in my throat as I could. Jim grabbed hold of my head.
“Fuck Anna, you're so good at that,” he said. He pushed my head down, but then I started to gag and he let me go.
I pulled his dick from my mouth, coughing and spluttering, droop running down my chin.
“Sorry,” said Jim, “are you ok? I got a bit carried away.”
I just kissed him again. I couldn't believe I was doing this with Jim, after so many years fantasizing about it.
He slipped a hand down the front of my pants, his fingers finding my wet cunt under my panties. I gasped as he slid a finger inside.
For a moment I thought of Ethan and felt a twang of guilt, but then Jim’s expert fingers found my g-spot, and all the guilt disappeared.
Fuck you, Ethan, I thought. You want to fuck a little slut on
our bed? Fine. I'm going to ride your dad’s big cock. How’d you like that?
I pulled my panties off and straddled Jim on the chair, easing his cock into me. As his fat glans parted my pussy lips I threw my head back, gasping with pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, leaning forward and biting Jim’s ear as I lowered myself onto him. His baseball bat girth was stretching my cunt to its limits.
