The Baby Maker

by Tia Siren

  He drilled his cock into me, and I continued to caress my breasts. He let go of my legs, and I placed my feet on the edge of the table. Then my hips wriggled and gyrated under the touch of his manhood. He leaned forward and put his hand on my breasts. He fumbled with my hard nipples, and his thumb teased my clit. He was breathless and groaned for me.

  I would soon be at the point of no return, and I was unsure how long Evan could hold out. It might be hard for him after I just sucked his cock for so long. His stamina was beastlike, and the sexual animal was fast in pursuit. His hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me in closer on the edge of the desk. The full length of his shaft filled my pussy.

  My legs trembled, and an ache started to appear in my belly. The fires within me were being unfolded, and the flames would soon be as high as they could be. Evan had always been able to lift my orgasm to another level. No man had ever made me come the way he had. His final thrusts brought me to finish, and my whole body went into a dream state and quivered.

  My pussy stretched around the large width of his cock. It filled the extent of my pussy. I bit my lip and gasped for air. Each thrust pushed me toward my finishing point.

  “Jesus, Evan,” I said.

  I raised my head and saw the concentration on his face. Perspiration ran down his forehead and face. He thrust on even harder, and my pussy prayed to his mighty strength.

  My hips gyrated and thrust. My pussy tried to draw the seed from his loins. My mind drifted to the agreement. I wondered what he would say once I had conceived. Would he think to proceed with the Baby Maker thing? Or would he actually look at this child as his own and finally bring the event to a close? I had no answer to that, and I was unsure that Evan would be able to answer that question himself, either.

  Come on, Piper. Make a baby. Come on.

  The cold wood from the desk sent a shiver down my spine. The perspiration from my back forced me to slide. Evan pulled me close to him and rammed his shaft inside the full extent of my sex. He was on fire, his breath building. He panted like a rabid animal and attacked my pussy with his enormous cock. I was in heaven, but the desk was starting to hurt my back.

  “Evan, change position,” I murmured.

  Again, he stood back and withdrew his cock from my pussy. My breasts rose and fell as I regained my breath. Evan panted like he’d been in a marathon and rested his hands on the desk.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said and wiped his brow on his shirt.

  “How do you want it now?” I asked.

  “I want you on top,” he replied.

  Evan climbed on the desk and laid on his back. His massive cock stood vertical above his groin. I threw my bare leg over his body and grabbed his dick. I stroked him and dribbled saliva onto the head.

  I inched forward and rubbed my clit with his swollen head. I guided it into the depths of my pussy. His erection started to slide deep into me, filling me and making me whole. I leaned forward, and my breasts hung beneath me. Evan raised his hands and pushed them together, and my hard nipplestouched. Then he raised his head and teased them with his tongue.

  I rocked my hips and lowered myself onto the length of his huge penis. My back arched and my breasts lunged forward. The flames deep inside me sent warm juices of passion flowing from me. I rocked my hips, and my clit rubbed against the side of his shaft. I writhed and groaned in pleasure. I would soon feel his warm semen flooding inside me.

  I leaned forward and placed my hands on his hard chest. I dug my nails deep into his skin, and he raised his hips. Evan groaned and thrust upward harder. My pussy smashed down in pure lust onto his hard manhood.

  I closed my eyes and bowed my head. My hips rose and fell. My long hair cascaded over his face. Evan brushed it over my shoulder and caressed my neck. I opened my eyes and gazed deeply into his eyes. I could see his love for me as clear as day.

  Evan was going to be really confused once I’d conceived. It would be a decision that he had never had to make. All his other offspring had been with strangers, but this child would have been his dream until the day I got engaged. Evan reached forward and grabbed the cheeks of my ass. He pulled against me, and his cock drove perfectly inside me. I pulled against his grip, and he pulled me back harder.

  My breasts wobbled, and my hard nipples tingled. I cupped my breasts and fumbled my nipples with my fingers. My hips moved faster and faster, and my pussy got wetter and wetter. I was in the zone, and my coming wouldn’t be far behind. My hips rocked,and I thrust myself onto the fullness of his manhood.

  I gazed into his eyes. He looked back at me and waited for me to come.

  Sweatpoured from me. I thrust faster and faster. My pussy was satisfied and driven to a level of desire no other man could reach. Evan raised his hips. They banged against the wood of the desk. I felt like a kid doing the hula hoop, my sensations going around and around. I could feel myself building to the final crescendo. I pressed harder.

  Evan grabbed my hips and shoved his cock hard up into me to help me reach my pleasure. My body began its final preparation to let loose the full force of my orgasm.

  “Evan, I’m going to come,” I squealed.

  “Come for me baby. Come. I’m nearly there.”

  He pulled on my hips and thrust himself more. His breath going from long breaths to short and shallow. His body readied itself to release his Baby Maker seed.

  My pussy throbbed, and my clit ached. My belly filled with fiery emotions and sensations. A boiling pot of a decade of lust just wanted to explode. Evan screamed, and his body finally released from his balls and shot far and deep inside me.

  My body made its finalthrusts, and my eyes rolled. Then I opened my mouth. The sensation flooded over and through my hot, sweaty body. I slumped over Evan, gasping for air. His belly rose and fell. He tried to regain his composure. My hair damped and straggled as I lifted my leg from over him. His breathing slowed to normal.

  I slumped into his large leather chair. I was spent, totally drained from our first legally-agreed session. There were many more of these to come, and I was very happy for as many as he could physically offer me. It was perfect, the man of my dreams impregnating me. Even if we could never be together forever. I would always have a little version of Evan. A boy or a girl who had his looks and charm. Right now, nothing else really mattered. I was lost in the whole idea of it all. I was totally lost in Evan, and the baby he would give me soon.

  “Jesus, Evan,” I said.

  “I know exactly what you’re thinking!” he replied.

  I’m not sure you do. Because I love you. I always have.

  Chapter 21

  Evan

  We’d had a full week. I’d serviced Piper as much as I could over the previous week and through the weekend.

  More like we fucked like rabbits.

  Today, I sprung a surprise on Piper and told her we were going to the beach. I had a cozy beach house conveniently located right on the water, but I didn’t tell her about the house. That would be an extra surprise for later.

  We drove along the coast road. The ocean spread over the horizon, expansive and majestic. We’d set off early so we could watch the sunrise. The first shimmering beams of sunlight cascaded over the little ripples of the sea right around the time we approached the part of the beach where my house was located.

  “Wow, what an area this is,” Piper said, smiling. “It’s so peaceful.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” I replied.

  “It must be nice to have a house out here,” she said. “Whoever owns these are so lucky.”

  “I bet,” I said. “This area is quite exclusive.”

  I parked the car, and we got out. The sea breeze flowed into our faces.

  “Look at that house standing there by itself,” she said. “That’s so cool.”Her face beamed brightness in the fresh, salty air.

  “Which one?” I asked.

  “That one,” she said, pointing to mine. “The one on stilts.”

  I’d bought it a few years ago, and it h
ad weathered well. I chose the one on stilts for obvious reasons. Sometimes, the sea level rose dramatically. The stilts would keep my house safe from that.

  The house itself was an off-white color with blue highlights which had now faded a lot. The center of the house had a large double window. When opened, it filled the house with a perfect beach feel. The kitchen and dining area connected to a large outside patio that had steps leading directly to the beach.

  The place was quiet and relaxing, somewhere to get away from it all. Where you could forget the world and just watch it pass by.

  Piper headed toward the beach and I walked to the front of the house.

  “Where are you going?” she asked, excitedly. “The beach is this way.”

  “Yeah, I know, but the door to my house is this way,” I replied, smiling.

  “You mean, this one is yours?” she asked.

  “It’s one of my pride and joys, yes.”

  “You kept that quiet,” she said. “I just thought we were hitting the beach for the day.”

  “Well, make the most of it,” I said. “And at least the sand won’t find its way up your ass!” I smiled as I teased her.

  Piper ran toward me as I opened the front door. She pulled back the curtains covering the large window, and morning light flooded into the house.

  “Fuck me, what a view,” she said and she slid open the doors.

  The sea breeze filled the living room and banished the faint smells of stale air.

  “This is an interior designer’s dream,” Piper said.

  “Well, if you’re up to it, you can give it a lick of paint while we’re here,” I said, laughing.

  “Not gonna happen. I’m here for the sea, the sun, and the sex.”

  Piper ventured around all the rooms. I heard her open a door, and a couple of minutes later, the door would close. She repeated this over and over, exploring everything. I waited on the couch and watched the final minutes of the sunrise. A toilet flushed. Piper walked back into the living room and sat on one of the chairs opposite me. I could see from the look on her face that she was concerned.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I have started,” she replied sadly.

  “Started what?” I asked.

  “You know, my damned cycle!” Piper said. “Even though it’s the wrong time of the month.”

  “Oh, I see. Ouch.”

  “I was hoping I would be knocked up by now,” she said. Her sad eyes made her look like a puppy in the window of a pet store.

  I knew once her cycleended, she would be in a much more fertile condition for a while.

  “It happens, unfortunately, but at least you know you’re healthy,” I said.

  “Yeah, but you know, a woman gets her hopes up when she is trying for a baby.”

  Men don’t have this problem so they don’t understand. Unless you’re the Baby Maker. Then you do.

  “Having your cycle is a real kick in the teeth,” she said. “It pisses me off.”

  “You have to take into consideration that we’ve only just started to have sex,” I said, hoping she would stop worrying.

  I patted the couch next to me. Piper came over and sat close. I turned to her and brushed the hair from her face. She looked so beautiful. I really loved the freshness of her look. I placed my lips on hers and took her into my arms. Our embrace took on a different meaning. It wouldn’t lead to sex. It was a purely emotional connection.

  We relaxed on the couch and watched the sun come up over the water. We sat like that for a long time, just holding each other and enjoying each other’s presence. When the sun was high in the sky, we moved to the patio for an early lunch.

  “Do you remember the first time we had sex all those years ago?” Piper asked.

  “Well, yeah. Do you think I could forget that day in history?”

  “I remember it like it was yesterday,” she said.

  “That makes two of us,” I said. I placed the plates onto the table.

  “That was the day you took my virginity and my heart,” she said, smiling a smitten smile.

  “I was honored. I really was.”

  “You broke me, and then you broke my heart,” she said, laughing.

  “Piper, I’m truly sorry,” I said honestly.

  “So, can you remind me what happened?” she asked. Her eyes lit up in awe of her memory of us.

  “It was after that school dance,” I said. “We had a bottle of bourbon, and we sneaked off to the school roof.”

  “So far so good,” she answered.

  “I broke the lock on the janitor’s shed, and we went inside. The smell of pigeons was atrocious.” My nose wrinkled at the memory.

  “It was a bit dingy, and dark, even with that small light bulb,” she said. “And I could only just see you.”

  “And then I found the old kerosene lamp and lit it. That was going to be our candlelight for the evening.”

  “I was not sure who was more nervous, you or me,” Piper said.

  “It was definitelyyou,” I said. “You had more to lose than I did.”

  “So, you only had sex once before me?” Piper asked.

  “Yes, did I say it was more often?” I asked.

  “Yes, you did, you pig,” she replied, laughing.

  “My bad, must have been my male ego. And all the testosterone.” I winked at her.

  “Carry on,” she said. “You’re doing quite well so far.”

  “Well, you wore that short sleeved pink sweater and white skirt,” I said smiling.

  “Aha.”

  “And I was wearing my jeans and that sweatshirt you had on the other day,” I said.

  “I wondered if you actually knew where that came from,” she said. She was enjoying my story of us.

  “I don’t forget anything about us,” I said. “If anything, the memories have gotten stronger.”

  “Why is that?” she asked.

  “Almost every day, I have played them over in my mind. What should have faded has been remembered and cherished for the past ten years.”

  ***

  We returned from a walk on the beach, and a message came through on my cell phone. I took the phone from my shorts pocket and read the message. I sighed and returned the phone to my pocket. I’d made a pact with myself not to lie to Piper, or at least, not about anything that may hurt her feelings.

  “It was a message regarding Baby Maker,” I said.

  “You always get messages like that?” she asked.

  “Yes, but I’m not going to reply,” I said, feeling sick to my stomach. “Now is your time.”

  “I know you have to respond,” she said. “It’s your business, after all.”

  I saw the sorrow on Piper’s face when she said that to me. She had tried her best to be open about it. I’d known her for a long time, so I could see when something really bothered her.

  “Anyway, how did you get started doing all this?” she asked.

  “You mean Baby Maker? I replied.

  “Yeah, it’s not exactly a regular thing to get into,” she said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

  “Come on, let’s lay on the balcony, and I’ll tell you all about it,” I said.

  We strolled outside, and I removed my shirt. Piper stripped down to her bikini. I stretched out a large foam mat on the balcony, and we laid down in the afternoon sun. Piper nuzzled her head against my chest and I wrapped my arm around her.

  My mind went back to how it all started and I explained it all to Piper.

  I was halfway through college and on an extreme “get fit” campaign. My Dad had died, and Mom was very sick. I was certain I was going to do everything in my power to make sure this never happened to me.

  I hit the gym five days a week and had trimmed my body to a perfect weight and fitness. I had just finished one of my gym sessions when a middle-aged woman came up to me. She went through all the “what’s your name?” and “how old are you?” type questions.

  I thought she was trying t
o hit on me, but she said she was keeping fit because she was trying to conceive. She had tried everything and started to think it was her husband who had the problem.

  She finally asked if I could sleep with her for a couple of months. Not on a regular basis, mind you. Not like an affair. Just once per month to see if anything happened. If it did, she would just tell her husband she was pregnant. And if she didn’t conceive, she would ask her husband to have a checkup.

  This woman became pregnant after the second time I slept with her. I thought nothing of it. I figured it was just a one-time thing. Then I was approached by another woman who asked for my help with the same issue. She was a friend of the first woman, which was how she got my name. I agreed to help her, too. After our time together, she also got pregnant. Eventually, I thought it was a decent opportunity to help people with one of the most important milestones of their life. Of course, I had to protect my privacy and the fortune I’d inherited from my Dad.

  So, from that, the Baby Maker concept was born.

  Piper shook her head and smiled. “So, it started as something pure and innocent, and it spread? And it brought you back to me.”

  “Funny you should say that,” I said.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “This was the second reason Baby Maker started, since we broke up—” I began to say.

  Piper dug her elbow into my ribs. “Excuse me,” she said, laughing.

  “I thought there was no chance for us to ever get back together. Not after what I did. And in my mind, no one could replace you.”

  “And?” Piper asked, listening intently.

  “I wasn’t interested in anyone else, and I thought I’d lost you forever,” I said.

  “Well, after all this time, and how things have gone, I forgive you,” she said.

  “Forgive me for what?” I asked.

  “For breaking my heart into such tiny pieces,” she replied, seriously.

  It had taken over a decade, but Piper could find the goodness in her heart to forgive me. The one who had broken it off with her. I’d been too stubborn to go chasing after her. My ego got in the way. I was too proud to admit it to myself back then.

  “The only thing you need to do now is to make sure that you can hang on to me for as long as you can,” Piper said.