by Danielle Lux
Paul gave a final shove and my lips reached his pelvis. Finally — amazingly — I was deepthroating his gargantuan cock!
I looked up at Paul, who was grinning — not arrogantly this time, but from pleasure.
“Oh my god…” he panted, “you did it. You actually did it.”
If my mouth wasn't stuffed full of monster cock I would have smiled back at him. It was insane, but I was so proud of myself. As proud as I’d been when acing an exam or getting a big promotion at work.
I felt Paul spasm. His face tense up — he was about to cum.
Shit! I thought. Not yet, you bastard! I need that cum!
I punched his arm and he let go of the back of my head long enough for me to take his cock out of my mouth.
“Now fuck me,” I said.
Paul didn’t need telling twice. He pushed me back on the bed, lifted my legs up and I felt his cock rub against the entrance to my cunt. He rubbed the fat head against my clit, smearing it in my juices. Then he plunged into me. I screamed as he sunk his dick to the hilt, digging my fingernails into his back. It felt like I was being split in two.
“So big,” I whimpered. “It’s too big!”
Paul fucked me softly at first, then built up the pace, his enormous tool pounding in and out of me in long, thick strokes.
When he’d finished fucking me from the front, he flipped me over with his muscular arms and pounded me from behind, my breasts flopping forwards with each thrust. Paul reached round and grabbed one of my udders with each of his huge hands, squeezing them roughly.
This must be what giving birth feels like, I thought for one ridiculous moment as Paul slammed his enormous tool inside me. I knew that any woman who'd actually gone through labor would laugh at that, but in that moment, with the walls of my cunt straining to contain the girth of Paul’s fat cock, I felt like he was going tear my insides apart. Insane images of my vagina being left a bloody, ruined mess ran through my head.
But fuck me it felt good. As Paul pumped I could feel every inch of him rub against the slippery walls of my vagina.
Without warning Paul pulled his entire cock out of me. It left my cunt with a loud SLURP. I gasped—after being stretched to accommodate his hugeness, it felt like I'd had one of my organs removed. My cunt felt like a sock that had lost its elastic—Paul was no longer inside me, but my hole was gaping open.
Then he plunged back inside.
“OH FUCK!!!”
Paul, the bastard, had sunk every inch inside me with one swift thrust. Then, as if he hadn't done enough already, he pulled slowly back out again, until just the tip of his head rested on my vagina’s lips, then plunged back in again.
“FUUUUCK!!!!!”
Poor James would definitely have heard that. I wondered if he was still down in the kitchen, or whether he’d gone out. I should have told him to leave the house, this was cruel. Foolishly I thought he’d feel more of a connection with the pregnancy if he was in the house when the conception happened, but now I pictured him alone in the kitchen, crying as he listened to me get fucked better than he ever could.
But then all thoughts of James fled my head as Paul grabbed his shaft and started to rub the fat head of his monster dick against my clit. It felt so amazing and I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm stirring between my legs.
He thrust back inside me. My head arched back and I clutched a fistful of bedsheet in each hand. It felt like my organs were being shifted. Paul had gone deep and he wasn't moving. He just kept his dick there, as deep as it could go, without moving.
“It's too much, it's too much…” I whimpered. But Paul kept his dick in place, looking down at me and smiling.
“You want me to pull out?” He asked.
It felt unnatural, it felt painful, it felt… so fucking amazing.
“No… just… just…”
I could barely get the words out.
Paul pushed slowly forward. His glans was already pushing against my cervix, but he kept pushing.
I'm out of pussy, you fuck! I thought, unable to speak, There's no more room!
I felt my cervix being pushed backwards, as far as it could go. His urethra was kissing the entrance to my womb. I'd never felt so full in all my life. Every inch of my vaginal canal was stuffed with his colossal meat.
He wasn't even moving forward now. Even he had to accept that there was nowhere left to go. My pussy was at full capacity.
“That feel good?” He asked. I couldn't speak — I couldn’t even remember how. All I could do was open and close my mouth stupidly, like a fish.
I looked down at my stomach, and was amazed to see a bulge. At first, in my confused state, I wondered what it was — but then I realized: It was Paul’s cock — I could actually see the bulge of his cock in my stomach!
For the second time that night I came. This one was short and sharp. My pussy muscles clenched around Paul’s penis, squeezing it like a vice. Pleasure washed across his face, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
At last I managed to speak.
“Cum in me…” I said, “Cum inside me”.
“It here comes!” Paul said, “Fuck!”
And he blew his load inside me.
I felt a powerful blast of warmth hit my cervix. It felt incredible, so warm and thick. Paul groaned loudly as he emptied his sizable balls.
It took three spurts for him to finish, each one accompanied by a mighty groan.
“That was… amazing…” he gasped
Paul grabbed me with his powerful hands and rolled me over, his manhood never leaving my vagina, so I was now on top. I lay on top of him, my hand nestling in his hairy chest, my head against his neck. Both of us were panting and covered with sweat.
After a few minutes, just laying in each others’ arms, I felt his cock finally start to soften inside me. I lay there for another minute or so, then rolled off his chest to lie next to him.
I looked down and saw Paul’s cum seeping slowly out of my pussy onto his bedsheets. There was so much of it.
I scooped some of the warm gloop up with my finger and raised it to my mouth. I lapped it up with my tongue, savoring the taste. I normally hated the taste of semen—the few times I gave James a blowjob I always spat his tiny loads out—but with Paul it was different. He was a real man. An alpha male. And for the pounding he’d given me today, he deserved this.
Paul was lying on his back, eyes closed. His cock was soft now, but still amazingly big—much longer and thicker than James when he was fully erect.
I took his cock in my hands, feeling the weight of it again.
“Thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you,” Paul said, a big smile on his face. “That was some amazing pussy. James is a lucky guy.”
“Now,” I said, trying to sound businesslike and professional, “just in case the conception wasn’t successful today, we’ll have to meet up every day for the next week to do this, as we agreed. Is that still ok with you?”
“That’s amazing with me,” Paul grinned.
I went and had a shower. I could still feel the phantom of Paul’s cock inside my vagina, he’d stretched me out so much. More of his cum seeped out of me, flowing away down the plughole. His load had been so huge that I was almost certainly pregnant, but I couldn’t resist seeing him again anyway. The next week was going to be a lot of fun. Normally I didn’t see sex as something “fun”, just a necessary part of a relationship, but sex with Paul had transformed my expectation of what sex could be. With a tinge of regret, I wondered if I could ever go back to just having sex with James. Would I have to keep seeing Paul? Would I be able able to resist the temptation?
But those were questions for another time. For now, I was just glad I’d got what I wanted. I went downstairs to the kitchen. James was sitting where I’d left him, his eyes red from crying.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He burst into tears.
I sat down next to him, putting my arm around him. He’d understand
one day, I told myself again. In nine months, when I hopefully gave birth, James would soon learn to love it as his own. I knew it.
“I love you,” I said. “You know that, don’t you?”
“I… I love you too,” James sobbed, burying his face against my chest.
I felt a tinge between my legs, the memory of how Paul’s cock had felt running through my head.
Tomorrow night couldn’t come quickly enough.
THE END
Taken by the Alpha Male
(Pregnant by my Father-in-Law 6)
My husband was nervous, and he wouldn’t tell me why.
“Come on David,” I said, “what’s the matter? I thought you’d be happy about seeing your dad.”
David and I were on our way in the car to meet his father: David for the first time in six years, me for the first time ever.
“I am happy,” Daddy said, “it’s just…” he took a deep breath. “My dad’s a great guy, but it’s just… when I was growing up, all the girls I knew used to say how hot my dad is, stuff like that. He’s the kind of guy everyone just loves, and I feel I look shit in comparison.”
I always knew David was quite insecure, but this was the first I’d ever heard of these issues about his dad. I’d met David’s mother plenty of times, but he’d always avoided talking about his father.
“Is that why you haven’t seen him in six years?”I asked.
David sighed.
“Sort of. But there’s a bit more to it. You know I told you about my ex, the one I had a messy breakup with?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… I caught her in bed with my dad.”
“WHAT?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“It wasn’t Dad’s fault. Alice just crawled into bed with him while he was asleep. I walked in to find her on top, riding him.”
“Jesus.”
“He told me later that he was asleep. She took advantage of him.”
“God David, I’m so sorry.”
I put my hand on his thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I wanted to give him a big hug, but he was driving.
“It’s ok,” David said. “I’m just hoping this weekend I can patch things up with Dad once and for all. He really is a great guy.”
*
It took us another two hours to get to David’s father’s place. It was a little house in the middle of nowhere, with woods all around. An attractive girl, who looked about eighteen, with a huge pregnant belly opened the door when we knocked.
“Uh, we’re looking for Mark Canard,” David said. “Have we got the wrong house?”
“No,” the girl said, smiling, “you’ve got the right place. You must be David, Mark’s son.”
“Er, yes,” David said. “That’s me.”
“It’s so nice to meet you,” said the girl, giving David a hug. She looked down at her big belly. “I’ve got your little brother in here.”
“Er, what?” David said, confused. But before he could ask any questions, a big man appeared behind the girl. No, scrap that, a huge man. My heart caught in my throat—the man was gorgeous. He was handsome, but not in a pretty-boy movie star way: he was rugged, with a short beard and a few scars on his face. And he was enormous, he must have been nearly seven foot, with huge arm muscles bulging from his shirt. His top two buttons were open, and I could see the thick black hair of his chest.
“Dad!” David said. “It’s so good to see you.”
I was taken aback. This man was David’s father? I could see some family resemblance in their similar noses, but apart from that they were like chalk and cheese. David was slim, of average height and had little body hair, but this man was a huge, hairy beast. The apple certainly had fallen far from the tree…
I was ashamed to feel an unwelcome warmth between my legs. David’s father was making me feel horny, and he hadn’t even said anything yet!
David looked as if he was going to hug his dad, but changed his mind at the last second and shook his hand instead.
“Hello David,” the man said, his voice deep and slow. I could tell this was not a man who wasted words.
“Dad, this is my wife, Gina” David said, standing back so his dad could get a look at me. David’s dad looked me up and down slowly, the look on his face impossible to read. Then he reached a huge hand forward, grabbed my hand softly and lifted it up so he could kiss it. Even lifting my hand up he had to stoop, he was so ridiculously tall.
“A pleasure,” David’s dad said.
“And I’m Sally,” the pregnant girl said to David and me.
“Really nice to meet you, Sally,” David said, his smile looking a little forced. There was awkward silence, as if David was waiting for someone to tell us who Sally was and why she was pregnant with his dad’s child, but Sally just smiled and David’s dad just looked at his son with a stern, unreadable face.
“Right, um, I’ll just get the bags from the car,” David said, scampering off.
By the time we’d unpacked our stuff in our room and had a shower, Sally had cooked us some food.
Dinner was a strange affair. Sally talked and talked about how excited she was about the baby, while Mark, David’ dad, barely said a word. David would occasionally attempt to engage his dad in conversation, but had little success.
“So Dad, I got a promotion at work last week,” David said, his voice cracking slightly with nerves.
Mark studied him with his fierce gray eyes.
“What do you do again?” he asked.
“I, um, I’m a digital media specialist. Now a Senior Digital Media editor! It’s a lot more pay.”
Mark sniffed.
“What’s that then?” he asked. “Do you just sit at a computer all day?”
“Well,” said David, his cheeks glowing pink, “it’s, um, it is to do with computers, but more to do with social media and web marketing, helping businesses expand into the digital world.”
Mark looked at his son like he was a piece of shit he’d just found underneath his shoe.
“Fascinating,” he said. “Sally, get me another beer.”
No please or thank you. Sally ran off like an obedient little slave to the kitchen. I couldn’t believe this man was David’s dad: David who was so kind and loving and thoughtful. This brute was his father? It just didn’t seem possible. But no, I could see the faint resemblance in their faces. They were definitely related.
“David actually did very well getting that promotion,” I said. I wasn’t going to let this Neanderthal insult my man like that. “There were fifty other applicants. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“Uh, yes, that’s right,” David said.
Mark said nothing, just gave me a long look of contempt.
“Here’s your beer, honey pie,” Sally said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she handed him the bottle.
Mark said nothing. He gripped the top of the bottle, pulling the bottle cap off with the palm of his hand, then her took a long swig.
*
After dinner, we all went to the local bar, which was about thirty minutes walk away up hill.
“God, it’s a long old walk this,” David said, wiping sweat from his brow as we neared the pub.
“You need to get more stamina,” Mark replied. “Maybe you should do a proper job, rather than sitting behind a desk all day.”
“Ah yes, good point Dad,” David said sheepishly.
I was seething. Seething at Mark for being so mean to his son, and seething for David for letting him talk to him that way. I could see why David had avoided seeing his father for so long, with or without the incident with his ex-girlfriend. In fact, I was starting to think that Mark hadn’t been as innocent in that whole affair as David had made out. Mark seemed exactly the sort of good-for-nothing who would sleep with his son’s girl. And, as much as it pained me to admit it, David was exactly the sort of man who’d accept any excuse if it meant he wouldn’t have to confront his father.
It was a relief to get to
the pub and have a much-needed drink. We all drank way too much—apart from Sally, who was on the orange juice—and by the time we walked home ion the dark, we were all merry and having a good time. Even Mark had lightened up a bit, smiling occasionally and even joining in with the conversation without being a total dick.
When we got home, David went straight up bed, exhausted after the walk.
“I’ll come up and join you in a sec, hon,” I told him. I wanted to go out and have a cigarette, and didn’t want David to know I was still smoking (I’d promised him I was giving up).