by Honey Harper
She questioned him with her eyes, and he simply looked at her expectantly. “You wanted to touch it, now you can touch it, lick it, suck it, whatever you want. Then it’s my turn.”
Eyeing him warily, Hannah considered his words. Yes, she could touch it, and she reached out to grab the base of him again, stroking up and down with long, rough motions that made him grunt and thrust out with his hips as if fucking her hand. She could also lick it, she thought, and she leaned forward, touching her tongue to the tip and swirling around his head before drawing a line from tip to base and back up, using her hand to supplement the ministrations as she tasted every last inch of him.
But when she tried to suck, she found she literally couldn’t open her mouth wide enough to get more than his head inside, so she went to work on that, again stroking fervently with her hand up and down the shaft as she kissed and licked and made love to the head of his dick with her mouth. He seemed to be enjoying it, his head thrown back with pleasure as she tended to him, and after several moments, he grabbed the back of her head, pushing her harder, in a more rapid motion, thrusting into her mouth just a minute amount deeper.
“God, you’ve got a mouth on you, girl,” he forced out between gritted teeth. “But that’s not what I want from you, and now it’s my turn.” He pushed her back on the bed, and Hannah looked up at him, stunned and frightened as he crawled up, kneeling in front of her. The towel he’d had in the bathroom appeared in his hand, and he lifted her ass up, spreading the towel beneath it. She didn’t get a chance to question the motion as he explained with a shrug, “Sometimes it gets a little messy the first time or two that I have to force it in.”
Hannah swallowed hard, losing some of her thrill with the fear of pain. But it had been her decision. She’d made the first move, and she was going to follow through the best she could. She lay back, and without warning, Tyler shoved two fingers inside her, pushing hard and spreading them open inside as he moved them in a circle. It felt amazing, and she gasped and moaned, despite the odd stretching sensation.
Which was exactly the point, she realized as he added a third finger, making her wince at first, then causing her to pour over his hand as it drove her over the first small crest. “There you go. Natural lubrication makes everything easier,” he coaxed as he worked at her, spreading and stretching her opening and her walls, even as his thumb pressed against her clit and brought even more pleasure.
When he had four fingers inside, Hannah whimpered, unsure this was a good idea and ready to beg for him to stop, until he hit two g-spots at once and she was forced to surrender to the mind-numbing sensation of several waves of orgasm in a row. It made her arch her back and press against him, as if she wanted to take his fingers deeper, wanted him to press harder and further to bring her with more force.
“I think you might be ready,” he muttered as he removed his fingers and positioned himself between her legs, pressing down on her inner thighs to spread her wide open. He stared down at her clean-shaven pussy as if he couldn’t get enough, and the look in his eyes was enough to make Hannah’s heart thud in her chest. And as she watched, he moved in, the tip of his cock lining up with her opening, which was covered in her juices, and he moved it around, coating himself so he could slide in easily.
But as he pushed forward, attempting to enter her, there was no penetration, just pressure, and Hannah hissed at the less than pleasant feel. Again, he tried, and again, there was no progress. Releasing his hold on her legs for a moment, he shoved his four fingers back inside, instantly bringing her a release that had her shouting, and as he moved his fingers around inside her, she felt as if she was going to rip wide open. Surely he was going to fit this time.
As she came back down from the height of orgasm, he again pressed down on her thighs and pushed himself into her, this time just the very end of him being swallowed by her, and that small bit alone was enough to have Hannah lunging up off the bed. He held in place, not moving or breathing, for almost a full minute as she squirmed, then pressed again, sliding in just another half inch. She was stretched tight around him, and he hadn’t even entered with his full girth. How was Tyler ever going to get the rest of that inside her without tearing her wide open?
Again, he pushed into her, and she cried out as she felt the explosive weight of him, the stretch of the end of his shaft sliding in. The mixture of pleasure and pain was almost unbearable, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. And yet, a part of her felt it would never be enough. “Tyler, stop teasing and just do it already!” she begged on panting breaths.
His face tight and the muscle in his jaw working hard, he leaned over her and began to slide in one long, slow stroke, not stopping as he had before, even as her body fought against him and he had to increase the pressure to keep going. Hannah squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on how good it felt that he touched every last bit of her inside and not on the fact that she was stretched beyond measure.
She breathed through it, and Tyler began to rock back out of her, drawing himself slowly up until only his head penetrated her once again. It was a bit of a relief, and Hannah took a deep breath just in time as he shoved his cock back in fully in a swifter, harder motion that made her clench teeth and fists and try not to scream too loudly. But as he continued the motions, forcing himself into her, forcing her body to adjust, she couldn’t keep quiet, and she clung to his shoulders as he thrust into her, making her pour around him even as she questioned if it was cum or something else.
“For someone as slutty as you, you have a tight little pussy,” Tyler commented as he finally pulled out of her and released his hold on her thighs. Hannah drew her knees together against the throb between her legs, unsure if it was her body trying to recover or begging for more. “I’m not done yet,” he added, grabbing her hips and rolling her onto her stomach. “I want your face on the bed, your ass in the air, and your knees spread apart.”
Making an effort to do so without a groan, Hannah did as he asked, and she was pleasantly surprised as he smoothed his hands gently over her ass, across her hips, and up and down her back. It was soothing and brought her heart rate down, made her less tense and took away some of the fear. It was a fear she didn’t even want, knowing that, despite the difficulty, she was greatly enjoying herself and getting more than she’d bargained for.
With a swift smack on one ass cheek, Tyler grabbed her hips and readied himself again so Hannah could feel him seeking her center with his cock. As soon as he found his target, he wasted no time, and with a fierce moan, he forced himself into her, spreading her so wide she was almost nauseous as pain and ecstasy washed over her in equal parts. Sheathed completely inside her, as deep as he could go so his head was pressed to the end of her, he stayed still for several moments, letting her body adjust, and slowly, her inner walls loosened and accepted the tightness, the immense size of him.
He began to swirl his hips, and that circular motion erupted fireworks behind her eyelids so she was blinded by brilliant colors and sparks as she came harder than she ever had. She buried her mouth in the covers to help muffle her cries, but that did little good as he began to move in and out of her, this time with brutal, fast thrusts that had his sac slapping against her and his cock creating so much friction inside her smaller opening that she couldn’t seem to find a moment to gasp for air, to breathe, as she came harder and harder, one orgasm falling on top of the last in ever larger, stronger waves.
Her body convulsed, and she fisted her hands in the pillows above her, as if hanging on for dear life, while he continued his erotic assault, the size of him no more of an issue now than the hard, demanding rhythm of the sex. All of it combined to keep Hannah on that edge of losing control entirely as her body poured and sent electric shockwaves through her limbs and, at one point, felt as though it might stop her heart.
Just when she was ready to beg for relief, she felt Tyler stiffen behind her, could sense him losing his rhythm as he moved faster and faster with jerkier motions, and that
enormous cock began to twitch inside her with the need for release. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but at the last moment, he pulled out, resting the incredible beast on her back as he came all over her, spraying over her back and into her hair, crying out with the force of it.
The sensation on her skin had Hannah still coming, and she couldn’t stop, even after Tyler was finished, his hands on her hips resting his entire body weight on her as he drew long, deep breaths to recover. As her body finally calmed, Hannah slid down to her stomach, laying flat on the bed, and Tyler soon rolled to the side, laying in a similar position beside her, one arm still draped over her lower back.
It took awhile to recover, and when Hannah went to sit up, she was dizzy and disoriented. The ache between her thighs was distracting to the point of not being able to focus on anything else, and she looked over at Tyler, whose head was turned toward her as he lay there. He wore a satisfied smile and watched silently as she collected the pieces of her bathing suit and redressed.
“I would suggest a shower,” he muttered, his voice little more than a hoarse growl as he pushed to his own feet and reached for the towel. “You’ll want to wash off and probably drink some water. You might be a little dehydrated.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “What makes you say that? I’m not a virgin, you know.”
He scoffed. “I know for a fact you’ve never taken anything like that before, and I’d be willing to bet my dick on the fact that you’ve never cum like that before. Trust me, you want a shower, a big glass of water, and probably a nap.”
Actually, as she thought it over, Hannah decided that didn’t sound too bad. Maybe she would go upstairs and lay down for a bit, with a big glass of cold water. She usually drank a good amount after sunbathing anyway. But first, Tyler was right and a shower was in order.
She gave him a playful look. “You don’t seem to be in any hurry to get dressed.”
He chuckled as he tossed the towel into the laundry hamper. “That’s because I’m going to take another shower, too. I’m covered in sweat… and your cum.” She watched as he grabbed a clean towel and came to her, wiping off her back. She blushed, having forgotten that he’d spilled all over her, but he just smiled as that towel went the way of the first. “Like I said, you need a shower. Don’t let your brother see you until you’ve cleaned up. Your hair’s a mess, and there’s nothing I can do to fix that.”
She nodded and started to go, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She frowned at him in question, and he cocked a half grin at her. “Listen, next time, just ask. Don’t play little teenager games. If you want me, just tell me.”
Hannah nodded, unable to speak. She could definitely go for another round. And next time, maybe it wouldn’t be quite for him to squeeze his thick cock inside of her tight little hole. Or maybe it would. Just the thought had her tingling as she headed up the stairs and climbed in the shower.
Yes, she’d definitely gotten her fill of dear old Daddy, and then some. At least for the time being. She doubted she’d ever appreciate another cock the same way again.
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Forbidden Surrogate
By Sasha Blake
Ben Reynolds was frustrated with his wife.
When he’d married Beth several years before, they both expected that, at 25, she’d be able to give him children. It was one of the goals they’d shared. Beth had wanted to give him a child and they had tried very hard, for many years, but with no success.
But when Beth was almost 30 and Ben just past 50, they had finally gone for fertility testing, with Ben’s tests coming back, showing him as completely able to father a child.
And then Beth told him that she’d learned she was infertile; the tests and the doctors confirmed it. She seemed far less concerned than Ben felt she should be, telling him them could adopt and then promptly dropping the subject. But adopting a child didn’t carry on his bloodline. He wanted a child of his own.
Their marriage had cooled over the last year as Ben grew increasingly frustrated with Beth’s lack of interest in anything to do with fertility treatments or children, and his panic that time was running out. It seemed that Beth had only married him for the security of being married to a financially secure older man.
Now his step-daughter, Nina, was getting married. Nina was actually Beth’s step-daughter; when Beth’s first husband had died, his daughter Nina had stayed with Beth and then came to live with them after he and Beth were married. He’d raised her as his own daughter.
Nina was caught up in a whirlwind of wedding plans. Her latest shopping adventure had been for bathing suits for her honeymoon in St. Lucia, for which Ben was footing the bill. She’d come home with armloads of shopping bags, dumped them all over the bed in the master bedroom and then spent the next hour modeling one swimsuit after another.
He’d wanted to leave the impromptu fashion show, not at all in the mood for girlish giggles and wedding talk.
“Stay, Daddy. Please?” Nina begged him, tugging at his arm as he tried to leave the room, pulling him back to sit on the bed. She’d started calling him Daddy shortly after they moved in. Beth had told him that Nina’s father had been a distant, unaffectionate man; Beth had encouraged this attachment to Ben, because she felt Nina found a father-figure in him that she had been lacking. She’d always told Nina to treat Ben as her daddy, to do anything for daddy.
Ben’s thoughts were interrupted by Nina, parading through the bedroom in a sleek black one piece suit. Either he’d not been paying attention for the last couple years, or this was a different girl. Gone was the twiggy, awkward teen, replaced by a beautiful young woman, long limbed, graceful and utterly seductive. Nina was tall and dark-haired, with extraordinarily fine, pale skin. She avoided the sun like the plague and Ben briefly wondered how she’d manage three weeks in the tropics while staying in the shade.
Ben’s cock twitched beneath his chinos, making him shift on the bed. Nina showed them a progression of suits, each accenting her full firm breasts, narrow waist and full hips, the luscious curve of her ass. Each suit was more revealing than the last, completely appropriate for seducing a new husband. Nina disappeared one final time, reappearing in a tiny pink two piece.
Ben’s cock was now fully hard, tenting the front of his pants. He pulled a bed pillow over himself, not sure how his erection would escape the notice of the two women. He had an overwhelming urge to rub his cock, to jerk off right now in front of Nina, to release the building tension in his crotch with a huge orgasm and have her watch. Better yet, have her suck his cock until he came, shooting his hot load over her face, onto her tongue, into her mouth, watching her swallow the creamy liquid, smiling up at him, asking for more. Rubbing the pillow against his cock didn’t help much; it only made things worse.
What he really wanted was for his wife to be gone and for him to be bending a naked Nina over the foot of the bed, fucking her sweet cunt from behind, holding on to her tiny waist as he drove himself into what he imagined to be a soaking wet, very tight pussy. He’d push her against the bed frame, her tits swinging and swaying, as he pummeled her till she screamed, all thoughts of her future husband driven from her mind. He’d fuck her till he came, his hot come shooting into her, filling her with his seed.
Filling her with his seed. He watched Nina, in the tiny suit, twirli
ng around for them, and his fantasy took a different twist, a dark thought working its way through the images of a naked Nina bent before him, her ass in his hands as he fucked her.
She was the perfect age to bear him a child. He could fuck her until she was pregnant, and enjoy every second of his cock working its magic in that fertile pussy. He shifted on the bed again, pressing the pillow down on his cock as he now imagined fucking Nina, coming inside her over and over, his seed taking hold, her body accepting it. He now imagined Nina becoming pregnant with his child, saw her belly swelling, her breasts growing heavy. All because he fucked her and got her pregnant.
Nina’s fiancé was a meek little guy; Ben didn’t think there’d be much trouble from Dave if his wife turned up pregnant immediately after the wedding. He knew from Beth that Nina and Dave wanted to start a family right away and that he had taken some weird celibacy vow of no sex for the two months before the wedding. He thought Dave was an idiot for suggesting to that, but whatever. It worked well with his newly forming plans.
Hell, he could fuck Nina for days before her wedding, even take her the night before the wedding, and it would still appear to be the fiancé’s baby. He’d walk her down the aisle knowing his seed was there, his child was already growing inside her.
There were some holes in his plan, he knew, but the important thing was to fuck Nina, to get her pregnant. The wedding was only two weeks away. He’d need to make a move now. He rather hoped Nina would be a willing partner but if not, he’d take what he wanted by gentle—or not so gentle—force.