by Danielle Lux
“He thinks Percy is his.”
Percy. Jesus Christ.
“Ok then,” I said, “if you don't want money, what do you want?”
“Well, when you and I, um…”
“Fucked?”
“Yes, ok — fucked. As you so eloquently put it. Well at the time, David and I were trying to have a baby. We’d spent a lot — and I mean a lot — of money on fertility treatment, went to see world-class doctors in Europe, the works. On the night I met you I was feeling a bit down about it all and drank a bit too much, and — well, what happened happened.
“Anyway, a few weeks later I realised I was pregnant. David was overjoyed, of course. A few months after Percy was born I secretly got his blood tested, and he’s definitely not David’s. And since you're the only other person I’ve… fucked… he must be yours.”
“So what do you want?”
I was starting to wish I'd gone to classes after all. There was a cute little Brazilian girl in my class who I was sure I'd be balls deep in if I put in a bit of work, and I'd been planning on asking her out today.
“Percy, no!”
The kid was throwing eggs at the wall, laughing as the goo ran down the paintwork. Abigail ran over and took the eggs off him.
He was definitely my kid alright. Christ. This is what you get for not using a rubber.
“Well,” said Abigail, coming back over, “when David and I were trying for a baby, I went to a support group and made friends with some other women who were trying to become mums. They’re all having the same problem as I was — a husband who’s seemingly infertile or has a low sperm count.
“Anyway, last week we all went for drinks. They were all telling me how lucky I was, as they're all still paying a fortune to try and have a baby. And — after a few too many glasses of red — I told them about you. And they want to meet you.”
“Want to meet me?”
“They want you to get them pregnant.”
Never one to turn down sex, three days later I found myself ringing the doorbell of another expensive house.
A nervous-looking woman opened the door. She was in her late thirties and was quite pretty, although a bit too thin for my tastes, with small breasts.
“Alright?” I said, “I'm Jake.”
“Yes, come in, come in. I'm Keira.”
Abigail had sorted out this ‘appointment’, so I'd never spoken to Keira before. She brought me through to a fancy lounge with big plush sofas and a fireplace. Over at the side were some bottles of spirits and glasses.
Abigail poured herself a huge whiskey, then downed it in one.
“Would you like one?” she asked.
“Er, no, I'm cool.”
Abigail came over and sat on the sofa opposite me. She was trembling.
“Just so we’re clear,” she said, “I'd like you to sign this.”
She handed me a document- must have been twenty pages at least — along with a pen.
“This confirms that after the impregnation you will seek no further contact with the child. And if you inform my husband that the child is not of his blood, you will be liable for substantial damages.”
“Er, ok.”
I pretended to scan through the document, then signed it.
“Looks good to me.”
“You don't want to read it properly?”
“Nah, you're alright.”
“Right,” she said, taking another sip of whiskey. “Take your clothes off.”
“Take my -?”
“Take your clothes off. All of them.”
I did as I was told.
“Hmm,” she said, looking me up and down. “Your penis is very large. Will it do any damage to my vagina?”
“Only the good kind!” I joked.
Keira didn't laugh.
Five minutes later, after a bit of stilted and boring foreplay, Keira was lying on one of the sofas with me on top of her, about to slide my dick in.
In truth, I was struggling to stay hard. Keira was so cold and robotic that I decided I'd just cum as soon as I could, collect the 200 dollars I'd been promised then get the fuck out of there.
“Ok, please put your penis in,” Keira said.
I did as she asked. I slid the head in first. She was really tight, so it was a bit of a struggle.
“Your penis is very wide isn't it? Very girthy.”
“So I'm told.”
I slid in a bit further. Keira gasped.
“Oh my!”
Then a bit further.
“That's so much!” She looked down. “And you've still got so much penis left! You are incredibly long.”
Fuck it, I decided, and slammed the whole thing into her.
“OH CHRIST!” she gasped.
Then, for the first time since I’d met her, Keira smiled. It was like something out of a fairy tale: my cock was the noble prince who had freed the ice queen from her spell, and now she was a princess again. Or something like that. I don't read many fairytales.
Keira kissed me on the lips.
“Put a baby in me,” she begged.
Being the gentleman I am, I decided to oblige.
I fucked the stuffing out of Keira’s pussy for the next forty minutes. I fucked her on the sofa, I fucked her on the floor and even fucked her standing up, with her gripping onto the mantelpiece above the fireplace as I pounded her from behind. She was screaming her head off, telling me she loved me, telling me she loved my cock — all the usual shit I hear from girls who’ve never had a big one before.
Finally I was ready to cum.
“Do it in my mouth!” Keira demanded when I told her.
“What about getting you pregnant?”
“You can cum in my pussy another time. I want it in my mouth!”
“If I come back, it'll cost you another 200.”
“JUST CUM IN MY MOUTH!”
Never one to refuse a lady, I pulled out of Keira’s cunt and made her kneel on the floor in front of me with her tongue out.
I gave myself a few pumps with my hand then came into her mouth. It was a huge load, and it took her a few swallows to get it all down her gullet.
“That was so much cum!” Keira said, “No wonder you got Abigail pregnant first time!”
“Your husband doesn't cum like that?”
“No, when he cums it’s more of a little dribble.” Keira was suddenly stern again. “And I never let him cum in my mouth. That's disgusting.”
Driving home with a big grin on my face, I decided to pull into a drivethrough to get a well-deserved burger. As I was waiting for the food, I got a call from Abigail.
“Well? How did it go?”
“Yeah, good. Your buddy certainly enjoyed it.”
“I don't care if she enjoyed it: did you cum inside her?”
“Er, sort of.”
Abigail was not a happy chappy when I told her what happened. I just put her on hands-free as she shouted at me, and ate my burger.
“Anyway,” she said when she'd finished berating me, “I have another appointment for you. In two hours.”
“Two hours!”
“Or will you not be up for it? There's no reason to be ashamed if you need some rest.”
Cheeky bitch.
“200 big ones again?”
“200 dollars, yes.”
“Ok then.”
So that night I found myself driving to an empty car park. There was only one other car there, so I got out and walked over.
There was a woman sitting in the passenger side. She looked hot — Asian, mid-twenties, nice tits.
Thank you Abigail! I thought.
I knocked on the glass. She opened her window and I was shocked to see a white guy sitting on the driver's side.
“Oh sorry,” I said, “I thought you were someone else.”
I started to walk away.
“Jack? It is Jack right?”
The Asian girl was looking at me. Fuck me, she was gorgeous. Her lips looked like they could suck the varnis
h off a hockey stick.
“Er, yeah. Are you… Debbie?”
The white guy got out of the car. He was in his twenties but balding and short. He looked like he was an accountant, or something else boring like that.
He held out a hand and I shook it.
“Hi Jack, I'm Alan. Debbie’s husband.”
Fuck me.
“Look, it's not what you think,” I said. I wasn't scared of Alan, but he looked like he could afford to hire some goons to beat the shit out of me. “I've never even met her before! I was tricked!”
“Jack it's ok,” Alan smiled. “I know all about the arrangement Abigail and Debbie came up with. Two hundred dollars, isn't it?”
He rifled through his wallet and handed me a wad of notes.
“That's fifty. I'll give you the rest once you um, you know.”
“And you don't mind me banging your wife?”
“Listen, for the past three years Debbie and I have tried everything to have a baby, We were considering adopting, when Debbie told me about you. I wouldn't want someone I know to impregnate Debbie, and a stranger would be too risky, so this arrangement seemed perfect. Abigail said she made you have all the STD tests?”
“Yeah that's right.”
Abigail had insisted on driving me to the clinic last week. She didn't want me giving her friends chlamydia as well as a baby. Thankfully, I was as clean as a whistle.
“In that case,” said Alan“let's get to it!”
“Wait, you're not gonna be getting involved are you? I'm not down with that.”
“Oh no, no!” Alan laughed. I'm just here to give Debbie moral support.
The next thing I knew, Debbie and I were in the back seats, as Alan watched us in the rear view mirror.
“Are you sure you're ok with this?” I asked Alan.
“Yes, yes — please don't mind me. You two just get on with it.”
I leaned forward and kissed Debbie, still feeling a bit awkward. Her lips were soft and her tongue was wet.
God I'd love to feel those lips on my dong, I thought — although it didn't seem likely, since I was there to do one thing and one thing only — give Debbie a kid.
I reached into Debbie’s shirt and felt her awesome breasts. I gave one of her nipples a squeeze.
“Oh!” Debbie moaned. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth. “Keep doing that!”
“You two having fun back there?” Alan asked. He turned round. “Ah yes, a bit of nipple play. Very good.”
Debbie reached down and unbuckled my jeans, pulling out my cock.
“You're massive!” she gasped.
“Ooo, yes that is a big one!” said Alan. “Nice big balls too. No wonder you're the go-to guy for making babies.”
I was getting a bit tired of Alan’s running commentary.
“Suck it,” I told Debbie. Without hesitation she leant down and started to nosh me off.
“Oral sex?” said Alan, sounding a bit unsure. “Debbie, I thought we said we’d just stick to penetration?”
But Debbie didn't answer. She was too busy trying to deepthroat my cock — slobbering and gagging all over my thick shaft.
Debbie pulled my dick out of her mouth.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, saliva and pre-cum dripping down her chin.
The next thing I know, I was on my back and Debbie was riding me like a champion jockey.
“You're so huge! You're so fucking huge!”
“That's it, honey,” said Alan, who was looking like he was starting to regret this whole thing. “Um, you keep going. You're doing a good job.”
Her boobs were jumping around like no-one’s business. I leant forward and gave one a suck.
Debbie’s Asian pussy was tight, one of the tightest I'd ever had, and I soon found myself ready to blow.
“I'm gonna fucking cum!” I roared.
“Cum in me, you stud!” Debbie roared back. “Breed me! Breed me!”
My cock went off like a rocket, sending wave after wave of thick, warm cum into Debbie’s love tunnel. Debbie and I collapsed in each other’s arms on the back seats.
Then Alan reached over and he and Debbie held hands.
“We’re going to have a baby,” said Debbie happily, “I just know it. I can feel Jack’s seed inside of me. There's so much of it.”
Alan smiled. He seemed genuinely happy now. I guess the guy really wanted a kid.
On the drive home I felt strangely proud. I'd done a good thing — giving a couple the chance to have the family they’d always wanted. Being my kid, it would probably be a little shit — but hopefully Debbie would be one of those strict Asian tiger moms and whip the little brat into shape.
Over the next two days Abigail had me banging non stop. I shagged an obese black woman in a hotel room (each of her tits was twice the size of my head), I shagged a fifty-year-old white woman on her bed while her husband watched and masterbated, and I shagged a six-foot giant of a woman, who got cold feet at the last minute and made me cum on her stomach.
I’m used to having a lot of sex, but by Sunday evening I was spent. I sat in bed eating chips and watching tv. I figured with all the exercise I'd put in that week, I deserved a day off.
My phone rang. It was Abigail.
“No way,” I said, “not for a few days. I can't deal with any of your crazy friends today.”
“Just one more,” she said. “Then you'll have done the whole group.”
I reluctantly agreed, so that evening I found myself driving back to Abigail’s house. Apparently her last friend was a bit scared, so wanted Abigail there as well. I've never been shy about showing off my skills, so I didn't mind. Also I was secretly hoping that Abigail might be tempted to join in. I wanted another go on those magnificent fun bags of hers.
Abigail’s friend was called Emily, and was the shyest little thing. Apparently she was twenty three, but she looked younger. She had a pretty face and a nice slim body. I like curves, but her tits were nice and pert, even if they were a bit on the small side.
Emily was so shy she couldn't even talk to me directly, and we had to use Abigail as an intermediary.
Abigail led us into the living room.
“Right, clothes off,” she said to me.
I did as obliged, stripping butt naked. Abigail and Emily sat watching me. I was pleased to see both their eyes checking out the goods. Abigail looked terrified — I don't think she'd ever seen a cock like mine before. To be fair, not many women have.
Abigail turned to Emily.
“Does he look ok to you? Make sure you're certain, as his genes are going to be in your baby.”
Emily whispered something into Abigail’s ear.
“No, of course it’ll fit. Your body is designed to give birth to a child, so something as small as that won't give you any problems.”
As small as that. Cheeky bitch. I distinctly remember Abigail telling me I was “splitting her in two” when we last had sex.
Emily stood up and slowly, nervously took off her clothes. When she unclasped her bra and those cute little tits fell out, I was instantly hard. Emily recoiled in horror, but Abigail stood up and put a reassuring arm around her.
“It's ok, it's ok. I know it's big, but you'll be able to handle it.”
Of course, that just made me even harder — terrifying Emily some more.
Finally, Emily stood before me completely naked. She was so petite, with almost no hair on her body. Her vagina had a little bit of light blonde hair on it, but from a distance you could barely see it.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked her. “A bit of kissing and foreplay, or just go straight into it — wham, bam, thank you ma'am.”
Emily turned to Abigail and whispered in her ear. Abigail nodded, then turned to me.
“She wants you to kiss her first.”
I walked forward. Emily trembled as I put a hand on the small of her back. Her skin was soft and warm. Looking down at her sweet, nervous face I realised that I wanted fuck her
more than anything.
I leant down and kissed her. Even her kissing was innocent, and she jolted with shock when I put my tongue in her mouth.
I brought a hand up to one of her nipples. It was soft, but when I rubbed it between my fingers it soon grew hard. Then I did the same thing to the other one.
After a bit more kissing, I leant down and took one of her breasts in my mouth. She gasped with pleasure. I looked up and saw Abigail watching me from the sofa. She winked at me and smiled.
I reached a hand up and rubbed a finger against the hood of Emily’s clit. She squealed and grabbed onto my back hard as we continued to kiss.
I slid a finger into Emily’s vagina. It was sloppy and wet and so tight. I just about managed to hook my finger around to stroke her soft inner wall. She groaned with pleasure as I started to finger her, her juices running down my hand.
Abigail stood up.
“Are you ready to fuck him now, Emily?” she asked. Emily looked up at me with nervous puppy dog eyes. She bit her bottom lip, then nodded.
I was a bit disappointed that Emily wasn't going to suck me off, but I didn't mind too much, as I couldn't wait to fuck her.
Emily lay on the sofa on her back. I jumped on top, eager to give her the pounding of her life, but Abigail put a hand on my chest.
“Take it slow.”
Obeying her orders, I positioned the head of my cock against the top of Emily's vagina and rubbed it in her juices. Emily squealed nervously, and beckoned for Abigail. Abigail bent down and Emily whispered in her ear.
“I think you're right,” Abigail said. “I'll be back in one second.” She started to walked towards the door, her delicious juicy ass swaying as she went. Then she turned round and pointed a finger at me.
“Don't move until I get back!”
Then she disappeared. I could hear her moving around upstairs, as I awkwardly lay there with the head of my dick against Emily’s clit. Emily was looking round the room, doing everything she could to avoid making eye contact with me.
Abigail came back with a small plastic bottle.
“Right,” she said, squirting some of the liquid into her palm, “let’s lube this big boy up.”
The lube was cold at first, but soon grew warm as Abigail rubbed it onto my dick. Her hand felt amazing. She looked right in my eyes as she lubed up my shaft and the fat, bulbous head, a naughty look on her face.
