by Danielle Lux
I went outside and lit up. Suddenly I jumped with shock: Mark was standing nearby watching me, his face half hidden in shadow.
“Jesus Mark,” I said. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry,” Mark said, lighting up a cigarette of his own. Jesus, I thought, he must be drunk—this was the first apology I’d ever heard him make!
“You know,” I said, taking a puff, “you shouldn’t be so hard on David. He’s your son.”
“He’s weak,” Mark said. “He’s a weak and by rights he shouldn’t have a woman like you.”
“Excuse me?” I said, unable to believe what I was hearing. Just when I thought Mark was not as much of a dick as he first seemed, he was taking things to a whole another level.
“He doesn’t deserve a mate like you,” Mark said. “In the animal kingdom the alpha male gets breeding rights. They get to pass on their DNA, whereas the beta males don’t. Why should it be any different with humans?”
“You’re a dick,” I said.
Mark smiled.
“Fair enough. If you’re happy enough with a beta male, who am I to stop you?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You’re calling your own son a beta male? If your DNA is so fricking amazing, how can that be possible?”
“I chose an inferior mate,” Mark said with a sigh. “I loved David’s mother, but there’s no doubt that she had inferior genes. She’s short and weak and prone to sickness. Nowadays I’m much more careful. I go for strong women with big child-rearing hips. Like yours.”
I felt my face glow red. I could feel Mark’s eyes all over me.
“You’re a creep,” I said. Then a thought hit me. “Is this how you seduced David’s ex—by telling her she had child-rearing hips?”
“No,” Mark said, “she came to me. She sensed my presence as an alpha male and gave herself to me.”
The fucker wasn’t even denying it.
I scoffed. This man really was something else.
“Listen,” I said, “you can take all your bullshit about alpha males and whatever and shove it up your ass. I, like every other woman I know, chose my husband because I love him. Not because he can fight a tiger with his bare hands. It’s the 21st century, we’re not cavemen anymore!”
“As I said - fair enough.”
For some reason it rattled me that Mark didn’t bother to defend himself. He was just so stubborn and sure of himself—there seemed to be no doubt at all in his mind that his belief system was the right one. It got me thinking about David and how he’d second guess everything he said, worried he was causing offense or saying the wrong thing.
“What about your girlfriend?” I said. “Sally. Does she not mind you going around shagging other women?”
“Sally is not my girlfriend,” David said. “She is just carrying my child. Her parents kicked her out after I bred her and she has nowhere to live, so I’m letting her stay here until she finds her feet.”
“How noble,” I sneered. I flicked the butt of my cigarette onto the ground. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my husband. Who I love.”
Mark just smiled. An arrogant, knowing smile.
That night, as I lay next to my husband, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mark. I hated the man so much, but there was something magnetic about him. It wasn’t just his incredible rugged looks or his huge muscles, it was his confidence. He reminded me of the bad boys I’d dated when I was younger, the kind of boys who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
I slipped a finger between my legs, imagining Mark on top of me, his beard prickling my neck as he kissed he, his hairy chest rubbing against my breasts…
Fuck, I thought, I was so horny that a finger just wasn’t enough. I shook David, waking him.
“Wha?” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“Can’t it wait until the morning?”
“Jesus,” I snapped at him, “do you have to always ruin the mood? Your wife is horny and wants you to have sex with her. Now be a man and fuck me!”
“Ok, sorry,” David said.
“If it’s a chore for you, don’t bother,” I said. “I’ll be fine.”
“No, no, it’s fine!” David said, his voice pleading. “I’m sorry, honey bunny. I do want to, I do.”
I lay on my back as David pulled down his boxers. His cock was soft and small. He started pumping it with his hand.
“You want this cock, do you?” he said, in a pale imitation of porn-star speak he must have picked up somewhere. “You want my cock?”
David had never been a very sexual person, but now I had the image of his father in my mind, with Mark’s effortless sexuality and unfaltering confidence, David seemed weak and pathetic.
“Come on, come on,” David said, looking down at his limp dick as he jacked frantically with his hand.
I knew it wasn’t fair to expect David to instantly get an erection after waking him in the middle of the night, but this wasn’t the first time he’d failed to perform. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a properly stiff erection. A few times recently he’d managed to get it hard enough to penetrate me slightly, but for whatever reason he didn’t seem to get properly stiff anymore.
“It’s ok,” I said, pushing myself out from under him and lying facing the wall. “I shouldn’t have woke you. I’m sorry.”
“I can get hard,” David insisted, “I know I can!”
“No,” I said firmly, “the moment’s gone.”
David stopped masturbating and slumped down beside me.
“Sorry Gina,” he said meekly.
*
It didn’t take long for David to get back to sleep, but I didn’t have so much luck. I was still horny, and as much as I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to climax with my fingers. I felt angry and frustrated, and became even more so when David started snoring. I loved my husband, but at that moment I wanted to throttle him.
Then I heard a noise outside. At first I couldn’t figure out what it was, but then I realized: it was the sound of fucking. More specifically, a woman grunting and moaning as she was fucked.
My vagina tingling excitedly, I made my way over to the window. Mark was out there, his pants around his ankles, his beautiful round ass pumping away as he fucked a woman against a tree. Jesus, he was holding her up against the tree as well. David would never have been strong enough to do that to me.
I initially thought the woman was Sally, but quickly realized that this was a stranger. A woman who looked about my age, in her late twenties to early thirties. She was trying to keep quiet, but every so often would be unable to stop herself making noise as Mark pounded her against the tree.
It was fucking hot.
Suddenly Mark grunted and stopped pounding, putting the woman back down on the ground. She tried to kiss him, but he pushed her away. She gathered up her clothes and left. I noticed there was an extra car parked outside the front of the house.
Once the woman had driven off, I was seized by a desire to go down there myself. What I wanted at that moment I was unsure of. Did I want Mark to fuck me against a tree? Did I want to chastise him for cheating on Sally? I wasn’t sure.
I quietly left David behind in the room and went downstairs. Mark was outside, smoking.
“Hey,” I said.
He looked round. It was hard to tell if he was surprised to see me, he was always so calm.
“Hey.”
“Who was that?” I asked.
“A woman from town. She wanted me to breed her.”
Fucking hell. Mark definitely wasn’t one for mincing his words.
“Do you do that for a lot of women?”
“Sometimes. Women speak. They know that if they want a strong father for their child, I’m the man to come to. I won’t tell their husbands or boyfriends or ask to see the kid.” He threw his cigarette on the floor and crushed it with his boot. “Is tha
t what you’re here for? You want me to breed you?”
“Breed me? I’m not a cow.”
“Ok, do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I said, realizing for the first time that this was exactly what I wanted. “Yes I do.”
Mark took my hand in his and led me away.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To the barn,” Mark said.
The barn was large, with hay on the floor.
“Lie down,” Mark ordered.
“No,” I said, walking up to him and stroking his beard. I want you to fuck me like you fucked her. Against the wall.”
Mark reached a hand inside my dressing gown then into my panties, roughly shoving two fat fingers into my dripping cunt.
“Slow down!” I gasped.
“No,” he said. “You want it slow, you can go to my son. If you want it rough, you come to me.”
He frantically finger fucked me with his huge digits, kissing my neck as he did so, his rough beard scratching against my skin.
Then he pulled away and grabbed my dressing gown at the shoulders, pulling it off me. Now I was just in my bra and panties before him. He looked me up and down, his eyes fixated on my large breasts.
“You like my tits?” I asked him saucily. But Mark didn’t even smile.
“Take everything off,” he said. “Now.”
I did as he ordered. I tried to make a show of it, teasing him by taking my time, but Mark wasn’t one for games. He reached round and unclasped my bra before I could, then leaned down and feasted on one of my breasts, sucking hungrily at my nipple. At the same time he slid his hand back into my panties, pushing three fingers inside me this time.
“Mark,” I gasped, “that’s too many fingers!”
But Mark seemingly gave no fucks, frantically fucking my cunt with his fingers, paying no attention to my squeaks of pain.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, “please fuck me!”
Mark didn’t need telling twice. He lifted me up into the air, one hand under each of my knees. I noticed that he’d already pulled his cock out—it was huge, of course, the fattest and longest one I’d ever seen by far—and he lowered me on top of it, his shaft sliding into my vagina without a word of warning.
“OH CHRIST!!!!” I yelled. It was like suddenly having an extra organ shoved into me. Then, without even leaning me against a wall, he started lifting me up and down on his cock in the middle of the room: him standing, me wrapping my legs around him for dear life.
“MARK! MARK! MARK!” I yelled, as he slammed me down over and over onto his fat pole. “YOU’RE SO BIIIIIIIIG!!! OH CHRIST!!!”
The strength it must have taken to hold me up like that and lift me up and down must have been incredible, but Mark wasn’t breaking a sweat: he continued to look at me with his steely eyes as he bounced me on his huge cock. David may have his father’s face, but he certainly hadn’t inherited his dad’s cock. Christ it was big! It felt like my insides were getting torn apart.
“Am I bigger than David?” Mark asked, kissing my neck. “Am I bigger than my son?”
“Yes,” I gasped, “so much bigger! He’s tiny compared to you!”
That seemed to get Mark more excited, and he fucked me faster than before.
“You want me to breed you?” Mark asked. “You want me to give you a child?”
The question took me aback. I’d never even thought much about children before. David and I had discussed it, sure, but as something we’d do in the future, once we’d been married a few more years. But something inside my brain, some ancient sexual instinct, was pleading to let this strong alpha male give me his seed. Did I really want my kids to be like David, or did I want them to be strong like Mark? This could be my only opportunity. Who knew if Mark would want to fuck me again, or if this was just a one-time bit of fun for him.
“Yes, please breed me,” I said. “I want to have your child!”
Then, with only mild shock, I noticed Sally was sitting on a hay bale in the corner of the barn. She was smiling and using her fingers on herself: this was obviously not the first time she’d watched Mark with another woman.
“Breed her, lover,” Sally said to Mark. “Put a baby in her belly.”
Mark lay me down on my back on the ground, lifted my legs up over his shoulders, then fucked me like crazy: pounding his titanic dong into my cunt like he was drilling me for oil.
“You like that?” he grunted in my ear. “You want me to make you a mommy?”
“Make me a mommy,” I gasped. “Make me a mommy!”
“You gonna make my pathetic son raise it?”
“Yes, I’ll never tell him. I’ll make him think it’s his!”
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM! As Mark slammed into me missionary style I started to feel the telltale tingle of an orgasm. I’d always thought I was one of those women who couldn’t cum just from vaginal sex, but Mark was proving that wasn’t the case. I’d just never been with a man like him before.
“I’m cumming!” I gasped. “I’m cumming!”
Mark came with me, his face scrunching up and his fat dick throbbing inside me as he blasted my insides full of thick, warm cum.
“Fuck!” he grunted.
We lay there for a while, Mark on top of me, both of us struggling to get our breath back. Sally just watched, her fingers rubbing her wet clit.
“That was so hot,” she grinned. “Looks like your husband’s going to have another little brother or sister.”
“He… can never know…” I gasped.
“I’m not stupid,” Sally said. “I can keep a secret. You think Mark would keep me around if I couldn’t? Half the kids in town must be fathered by my man.”
“Quiet, Mark snapped. He rolled off me. As his cock, now only half erect but still massive, left my vagina it felt like I was having an organ removed. My cunt felt empty, like something was missing. I looked down and saw a thick globule of cum seep out from between my flaps. Mark really had dumped a gigantic load inside me!
“Now go back to your husband,” Mark said—words I assumed he must have said many times before. “You should be pregnant after that, unless there’s something wrong with you.”
“Yes Mark,” I said. “Thank you.”
I stood up gingerly. My legs felt numb.
“Quite a ride isn’t it?” Sally said with a grin. “Getting fucked by Mark is an experience, that’s for sure.”
“Stop your prattling,” Mark said. “Bring that pussy to me.”
Smiling like a little girl about to get some sweets, Sally jumped up and skipped over to Mark.
“Wait,” I said, “you’re going to fuck her now? But you’ve just cum.”
“I’ll soon be ready again,” Mark said. “Sally, get me warmed up.”
“With pleasure,” Sally said, and lay down and started to suck my pussy juices off of Mark’s soft dick.
I was half tempted to stay and watch, but I thought I’d best get back to David before he noticed I was gone.
“Well, you two have fun,” I told them. But they were too busy to notice me…
*
The next day, David and I packed our bags and started the long drive home.
“It was great to see Dad again,” David said to me, as he took the turning onto the freeway. “I told you he was great guy.”
David, in typical beta male style, seemed determined to believe in his dad, no matter how cruel and dismissive Mark was to him.
Myself, I was glad to be going home. As much as Mark turned me on, and as amazing as he was at sex, I couldn’t be around a man as arrogant and self-centered as that for much longer. Plus in the cold light of day I was feeling guilty about cheating on David. And with his own father, no less. I made a vow that he could never find out. If Mark or Sally ever said anything, I’d deny everything.
I realized that I ought to get the morning after pill when we got back, but even in the cold, sober light of day the idea of having Mark’s alpha child turned me on. Could I really do th
at to David though? Could I let him raise his father’s child while thinking it was his own?
With a sickening feeling of shame, I realized that I could. Why shouldn’t I get to have a strong child? I loved David, but—as Mark had said—he’d inherited his mother’s weakness. By taking Mark’s seed I was giving my future child a better chance in life.
