by Danielle Lux
“Give me a baby,” I gasped as I came too, my cunt juices flowing into his thick pubes, “I want to have your baby!”
Frank grimaced as his humongous balls emptied every last drop of cum into my hole. I could feel it sloshing around inside me, there was so much of it.
Without a word Frank pulled out, leaving my vagina a gaping hole. I looked down and saw a huge load of thick, white semen ooze out.
“Thanks, that was just what I needed.” Frank pulled up his pants and zipped up. He stood and turned towards the stairs.
“Wait,” I said, “what if I'm pregnant?”
“Let my useless son raise the baby. Judging by the monster load I dumped in your cunt, if you're not barren you're almost certainly preggers. John wanted a kid, now he’ll have one. It's the least I could do, as his father.”
Frank grinned and walked up the stairs. I looked down at his semen dripping out of my pussy.
Could it really be true? Could Frank have finally given me the baby that John wasn't able to? Three weeks later I had my answer, when a pregnancy test came up positive.
John was over the moon, of course, saying it must be a miracle. Nine months later I gave birth to a boy. The doctors were amazed at how big he was.
“He's gonna be a terror, that one,” the midwife told me with a smile.
John held the baby in his arms, as happy as I'd ever seen him. “My son,” he said, tears in his eyes.
No, I thought, your brother.
Six months later, John and I decided to have a second child. I let John try a few times, emptying his small balls inside me whenever he managed to get an erection, but again we had no luck.
That's how I found myself knocking on Frank’s door. He opened it and grinned.
“How are my sons?”
“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said, pushing him back inside.
And that night Frank gave me the gift of a second child. I don't know what had happened to me, but it turned me on, knowing that John was raising children that weren't his own. He’d look after them and spend his money on them, but they weren't really his.
That night, when I was back home with John, I rubbed my slit—still red from the fucking Frank had given me —and thought of the cruelest way I could let John know.
I’ll make him get a vasectomy, I thought. Then I'll tell him the truth.
I smiled as I imagined the devastation that would cause John —knowing his kids weren't his, and that he’d never be a father.
I knew he wouldn't leave me or tell the kids—he was too weak. No, he’d stay with me anyway. He’d probably still lend his father money, even knowing that Frank had impregnated his wife.
I'm going to ruin his life, I thought, as I brought myself to orgasm.
John wasn't a bad man, but he was weak, and deserved to be punished.
From then on I was a constant visitor round Frank’s house. I couldn't get enough of his big cock, and it turned us both on, knowing that John was home alone looking after the baby.
Frank had awoken something in me—something cruel—and I liked it.
THE END
My Girlfriend’s Mom
I woke up on Saturday with a headache and vague memories of a black girl bouncing up and down on my dick. I turned to see Anastasia, my girlfriend’s worst enemy, in bed asleep next to me.
Shit.
Anastasia opened her eyes sleepily and smiled at me.
“I can't believe I fucked Kate Miller’s boyfriend. She's gonna be so pissed.”
Blurry images from the previous night started to come back to me. I'd gone out with the boys to celebrate the end of term, and had got far too drunk. I couldn't remember where I'd bumped into Anastasia, but I remembered fucking her in a graveyard, bending her over as she gripped some poor fucker’s headstone, before bringing her back to my campus and fucking her some more.
“The rumours about you were definitely true,” said Anastasia, reaching a hand under the covers and grabbing my soft dick. Within seconds I was hard.
“Wow, there's no keeping a good man down,” she said, moving her head under the covers.
I had to come up with a plan to get rid of her—and stop her from telling Kate—but it was hard to concentrate with her big soft lips caressing my cock.
Anastasia took my dick out of her mouth, spat on it, then used her fingers to spread the saliva all over my head, lubing it up.
She pushed the covers back, then, smiling at me, she climbed on top and lowered herself onto my pole.
“Christ you're big,” she groaned, as she eased my saliva-covered dick inside her eager black pussy. “I can feel you in my stomach.”
Anastasia bounced up and down like a pro, riding me like a crazy woman. I was just about to roll her over and fuck her from behind when my phone beeped. I grabbed it and looked at the message. It was from Kate:
Hey honey, I'm outside your building, I'll be up in a second. Can't wait to ride that big dong of yours. x
Oh fuck.
“Right,” I said to Anastasia, “you've got to go.”
She stopped bouncing. “Why?”
“Because Kate will be here any second.”
An evil smile spread across Anastasia’s juicy lips. She started to ride my dick again.
“Maybe I want her to see us,” she said. “It'll be good to knock that arrogant bitch down a few pegs!”
Anastasia’s tight pussy felt so good, but I had to act fast. I lifted my phone up and started filming her.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“If Kate finds out about this, I'm sending this straight to your boyfriend.”
Anastasia made a grab for the phone, but I was too quick.
“It's all on the cloud anyway,” I told her. “So if you don't want David to see this, you'd better hide before Kate gets here!”
“Hide? Where?”
The next thing I knew I was helping Anastasia squeeze into my tiny wardrobe.
“How long am I going to have to stay in here?” she asked miserably.
“As long as it takes,” I told her.
There was a knock at the door. I closed the wardrobe doors on Anastasia, sliding a hockey stick between the handles to stop them from opening. If Kate insisted on us going somewhere, I didn't want Anastasia getting out and trashing my room.
I opened the door. Kate was looking sexy as fuck in a tight little vest top and hot pants; her long legs and big boobs on full display. Her freckle-covered chest was slightly red from the sun. Kate was a redhead, and burnt easily.
“Hey!” she said, kissing me on the lips. She reached down and felt my dick in my boxers. I was still semi-hard from fucking Anastasia, and Kate’s slender fingers rubbing me through the cloth soon had me at 100% once again.
“I've been thinking about you all morning,” Kate said, entering my room and shutting the door behind her. She pushed me down on the bed. I had a nervous glance over at the wardrobe—thankfully Anastasia was keeping still.
I sat on the edge of the bed as Kate knelt down between my legs and took out my meat. She gave the head a lick, but then grimaced.
“Your dick tastes weird,” she said.
“Oh, sorry babe, I haven't had a shower this morning. Guess I'm all sweaty from the club last night.”
“Well, let’s get this big boy clean then,” said Kate, taking another lick.
I decided not to mention that the weird taste was probably the pussy juice of her worst enemy.
I'm not normally a girlfriend kind of guy. I like to play the field: no commitment, no hassle and endless consequence-free sex. Kate was known around campus for being impossible to get into bed. She wasn’t against sex before marriage or anything like that, but she was a good Catholic girl from an Irish family, and was very selective about who she gave up her four-leaf clover to. Naturally I had to take on the challenge—which was how I ended up asking her out.
That was four months ago.
My original plan had been to go out with Kate for as long as i
t took, fuck her, then dump her freckle-covered ass. The trouble is, I'd kind of fallen for the girl. She had a banging body, milky-white skin, and just the right amount of freckles. She had long red hair that went down to her waist and—most important of all—was a fucking champ at giving head. Most girls have trouble getting my cock down their throat, but Kate could take me down to the hilt with ease. The girl should have been a porn star.
Kate continued to suck a girl who she hated’s pussy juices off my cock. Her long tongue and soft lips felt so good that I thought I was going to blow, when she climbed up and straddled me.
I leant back on the bed as she started to ride me, her tight cunt and its little crop of red hair sliding up and down my shaft.
“Turn around,” I told her, and she swivelled 180 degrees on my meat, now riding me reverse cowgirl, her big sexy ass cheeks facing me as she bounced on my pole. I could see the sides of her big tits jiggling as she rode.
Kate came first, screaming like a wounded animal as she rode me to orgasm. Thankfully the guys in the rooms next to mine had gone home for the summer, or they might have thought I was killing her!
I came a close second—spurting a thick load up into her cunt.
We both fell back on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. Kate turned and kissed me on the lips.
“I think I might be falling for you, Jack.”
“I think I might be falling for you too.”
I didn't mention the black girl in my wardrobe. I thought it might ruin the moment.
“Right,” Kate said. “Shall we get ready at my place? Bring a change of clothes and you can shower at mine.”
“What's that, babe?”
“You’re meeting my parents today. You hadn't forgotten had you?”
Shit.
“Of course not.”
“Good, I'll help you choose an outfit in a second.”
Double shit.
While Kate was in the bathroom I opened the door to let Anastasia out, but she'd fallen asleep: half lying, half standing on the big pile of clothes.
I heard the toilet flush and knew I had to act fast. I grabbed a shirt and some pants, then closed the wardrobe doors again, sliding the hockey stick back in.
Kate walked out of the bathroom to see me holding the shirt and pants.
“Those again? You wore those to David’s birthday. Let me choose something for you.”
She went to open the wardrobe.
“No!” I yelled. Kate looked at me suspiciously. “I just—I like these. It's my lucky shirt. And I want to wear my lucky shirt to see your parents—to help me make a good impression.”
Kate continued to stare at me for a moment, then smiled.
“You're so sweet,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.
So that afternoon—after a shower and a bit more sex in Kate’s dorm room—I found myself at Kate’s parents house. It was a huge crib on a fancy suburban street—water sprinklers on the front lawn, one of those rectangular mailboxes, the works.
I was feeling a bit apprehensive at this point. I wasn't really sure I even wanted a girlfriend, and now I was meeting her parents. Where had it all gone wrong?
Kate’s dad opened the door. He was a little man—about a foot and a half shorter than me—with curly ginger hair and a toothbrush moustache. Whereas his daughter’s red hair made her look hot as fuck, his red hair made him look like an out-of-work clown.
I could tell immediately that he didn't like me—a tall, muscular stud with biceps bigger than his torso.
But Kate’s mom was a completely different story. She was a big, bubbly woman with huge tits, a delicious fat ass and a cute face for a fifty-something year old. Unlike her daughter and husband, her hair was black.
“You must be Jack!” she said, kissing me on both cheeks. “It's so nice to finally meet you!”
As she kissed me, her huge boobs rubbed against me—and I felt myself start to stiffen in my boxers. What can I say, I'm a horny bastard.
Kate’s mom had made dinner. It was delicious—a huge roast with all the trimmings.
“That was awesome, Mrs Miller,” I told her, as I finished the last of my beef.
“Thank you Jack,” she said, smiling at me. “I like a man with a big appetite.”
“It's not the only thing big about me,” I said, temporarily forgetting where I was and who I was speaking to. “Shit, I mean…”
“DO NOT swear in front of my wife and daughter!” said Mr Miller, his face red with rage. “And don't you dare make comments like that to my wife!”
“Sorry Mr Miller,” I said. I wanted to punch his lights out, but I thought that wouldn't go down very well with Kate.
“Lawrence please,” said Kate’s mom, “the boy was only making a joke. Now, are you two going to stay tonight?”
I didn't fancy stopping the night, but Kate dropped us both in it before I could come up with an excuse.
“Of course we will, Mom.”
So that's how I found myself in Kate’s old bedroom, sharing a single bed with her under a One Direction poster. I tried to make a move on her, but she was having none of it.
“I'm not having sex with you in my parent’s house!”
She must have been a load of fun as a teenager.
Kate fell asleep in no time, but I couldn't get comfy, squashed against her in the tiny bed.
After an hour or so of staring at the ceiling, I decided to go down and get a drink of water from the kitchen.
I tiptoed out of Kate’s room, then made my way across the landing towards the stairs. As I walked past Kate’s parents’ bedroom I heard raised voices.
I put my ear against the door to have a listen.
“I'm sorry,” Kate’s dad was saying, “I'm trying my best.” He sounded sad.
“What kind of man are you?” Kate’s mom replied angrily. “We’ve gone for counselling, tried every tablet under the sun, and you still can't get it up!”
I chuckled to myself. So Kate’s dad had a floppy dick. That explained why he was such a moody fucker all the time.
“Anna, please, I'm trying!” the dad went on.
“Do you not find me attractive anymore? Is that it?”
“No, it's not that!”
Deciding to leave them to it, I walked down to the kitchen and poured myself a water. I was just about to go back up when I heard footsteps on the stairs, and Kate’s mom came down.
Her massive chest was almost popping out of her silk night dress. There was so much cleavage on show that I was surprised it didn't need its own zip code. For the first time I could see her legs properly: they weren't as thin as her daughter’s, but they were just as long.
Kate’s mom stomped across the room, still furious, then she noticed me.
“Jack! You made me jump!”
I’d like to do a lot more than that, I thought to myself.
“Sorry Mrs Miller,” I said. “I just came down for a glass of water.”
“Jack, my eyes are up here.”
I realised that I was staring at her cleavage—it was hard not to. I quickly brought my eyes upwards, but Mrs Miller was smiling, not angry.
“Don't worry,” she said, “you’re only a man—men can’t help staring at cleavage, it’s just a biological fact. I just wish my husband would show them as much attention.”
Fuck it, I thought. Girlfriend’s mom or not, I had to try and bang her.
“Your husband’s a lucky man,” I said.
Mrs Miller laughed bitterly.
“I don't think he sees it like that.”
“How come?”
“He… doesn't find me attractive anymore.”
“Did he say that?”
“I just know.”
I moved in close. A tear fell down one of her cheeks and I wiped it away with a finger.
“What are you doing?” she said, looking up at me with watery eyes.
“If there's a problem, it's with him,” I told her. “You're a beautiful woman. You deserve a man who realises that
.”
She smiled. “You're so nice. I'm so glad Kate found someone like you.”
I leant down and kissed her. She kissed me back, our tongues wrapped around each other.
I reached a hand up and caressed one of her boobs, but she pushed me away.
“No,” she said, “this is wrong. We can't…”
Sometimes, when words aren't doing the job, the best course of action is to reveal the goods.
I slipped off my dressing gown. It fell to the floor and I stood naked before her with a rock-hard erection.
Her eyes went wide as ping pong balls as she stared down at my meat.
She reached a hand forward and grabbed my shaft, feeling the weight of it and moving it around to get a better look. In a move I'd seen a hundred other girls perform, she wrapped her hand round it to see if her fingers could touch. They couldn't.
Next she moved her hand to my balls, feeling each one like she was checking oranges at the fruit counter.
She looked up at me.
“Kate and Lawrence must never know.”
I nodded.
She got down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth.
Unlike her daughter, who treated blowjobs like an Olympic event—going in fast and just trying to get my shaft as far down her throat as she could—Mrs Miller took it slow.
She started by planting gentle kisses on the head of my cock. Even at fifty-whatever years old, her lips were lovely and soft. Then, her hand holding my rod at the base to keep it steady, she moved her lips down the shaft, kissing and licking as she went.
She didn't forget the balls either. She ran her tongue over both my cum-filled plums, giving them each a little kiss when she’d finished.
Next she ran her tongue up my shaft in one slow lick, until she reached the head.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted, “you're so good.”
Mrs Miller just smiled.
“It's nice to be appreciated for once,” she said. “Now let's see if I can still do this. It's been a while.”
She opened her jaw wide—like a snake preparing to devour a pig—then she moved forward and took half of my dong down her throat. I gasped with pleasure as the slimy edges of her throat rubbed against my girth.