She lowered herself down and kissed me gently on the lips.
"I'm not." She whispered softly and gently to me. "I want your baby inside me."
She stared intently into my eyes.
"Now do it again!" Her voice was sexy, yet urgent.
Chapter Five
I didn't need to be told twice. I was still hard as a rock after having my orgasm. The thought that I was actually in bed with my stepmom, after all these years of fantasizing about it, drove me wild.
Holding her tight against me, I rolled in the bed, flipping her onto her back and rolling me into position on top of her. I remained buried in her pussy to the hilt, our combined juices dripping from her cunt onto the freshly laundered sheets.
I began to slowly stroke in and out of her. Sensuously and slowly withdrawing and then inserted my cock. I used every inch I had available, withdrawing until I was perilously close to falling out of her, before sliding it back in.
"That feels really good!" she moaned in delight.
I kept this up for an extended period of time, and gradually felt her responding to my thrusts, as she thrust her own hips downward into my oncoming stroke.
"Harder!" she moaned.
I lifted myself up to prop myself on both arms, and looked down at the angelic face of my stepmother as I slid in and out of her. I was in disbelief that this was happening. I was conflicted with the feeling of ecstasy of being with a woman that had been the subject of my fantasies for years, and the feeling that I was betraying my own father.
"Faster!" she groaned impatiently.
I increased my pace, and began briskly working my cock in and out of her. At the end of each stroke, I felt her firm cervix give way as my cock struck it. She began screaming with each stroke.
I looked down at her magnificent tits. They were bouncing slightly with each stroke. I thought back to that day two years before when I had watched my dad nailing Clarissa. I wanted to see that happen again, and know that I was the cause this time.
I began thrusting hard and rhythmically into her. With each stroke I slammed as hard as I could into her dripping wet, slippery pussy. Her cries rose both in volume and pitch as I slammed my cock home repeatedly into her.
"Oh shit!" she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum!"
I continued thrusting into her, watching her tits begin to bounce vigorously up and down with each of my energetic strokes.
I watched as she began screaming loudly. She thrashed her head from side to side in ecstasy and arched her back as she started cumming hard. I felt her pussy pulsating and twitching, firmly gripping my cock in its silky, slick grip.
As she came and came and came, I propped myself on one arm, using the other to tweak and twist one of her nipples as I continued to pound her. She used one of her hands to find the other do the same.
As she orgasmed wildly, I felt her juices flowing rapidly, coming in gushes across the sensitive skin of my cock. I felt the wetness from her loins bathing my midsection as she gushed and squirted, cumming wildly from my fucking.
For the second time, I found myself about to cum inside this angel, this beautiful forbidden stepmother of mine. I closed my eyes as the familiar sensation of my orgasm swelled in my loins, reaching into my head, making me light-headed as the full fury of my pleasure hit me.
My cock fairly exploded inside her. Looking down, I saw her eyes shoot wide as my torrent of sticky cream flowed into her. I continued to thrust, timing it so that at each pulse of my bursting cock, I thrust deep into her womb to deposit my seed as far inside her as I could.
Finally, my balls and cock quit pulsing. I collapsed, spent, on top of Clarissa. She lay underneath me, gasping for air.
"Oh my god, Preston!" Her words came out punctuated by ragged breaths. "I can't believe what we just did!"
"Me neither."
"You wanna do it again?" She giggled, her breath hissing across my ear.
"Hell, yeah!"
She pushed and guided me off of her, got on her hands and knees on the bed, and held her ass tantalizingly up, pointed at me.
I didn't need a road map to figure this one out. I took position between her legs, and entered her silky snatch from behind.
She gasped as I hit bottom inside her in one hard thrust.
Chapter Six
After that first time together, Clarissa and I shared a bed together every night that my father was out of town, which was five or six nights a week. She was a very skillful and imaginative lover, and showed me more positions to have sex in that I thought was even possible.
Her passionate and dynamic nature in bed made her the most amazing sex partner I have ever had, and possibly ever will, in my life. She fully gave herself to me every time we had sex.
My senior year went by quickly. My classes and school were uneventful and wrapped up nicely. At home, Clarissa and I fucked on every flat surface in our house at least once, I think. We also hit quit a few of the vertical surfaces for some good knee-trembling vertical fucks.
My dad would blow through town once a week or so, and I would have to spend an interminable night listening to the sound of their headboard thumping against the wall as I struggled in vain to sleep. The bright side to that was that at least he would have some idea that he might be the father if Clarissa ended up pregnant.
Then one morning the week of my graduation, I was eating breakfast with Clarissa. We were chit-chatting about our plans for the day when a horrified look shot across her face. She jumped up from her chair and bolted from the room. I heard her barely make it to the bathroom before losing her breakfast in the toilet. I heard her helplessly retching in the bathroom for several minutes.
Finally, pale and ashen, she returned to the kitchen. Despite having just violently vomited for several minutes, a thin, wan smile spread across her lips.
"I guess I better go see the doctor." She was a curious mix of sick as a dog and elated. I was puzzled.
"Why?" I asked naively. "Did you eat something bad?"
"No." She explained. "I'm two weeks late on my period, and I just puked in the morning. I could be pregnant."
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Clarissa was right. I had knocked her up. Based on her last period and measurements, she was assessed as being due in January. I was secretly thrilled.
When Clarissa told my dad, he was absolutely elated. He gushed enthusiastically about his beautiful pregnant bride. He called the unborn baby his "miracle baby," since he thought he was unable to father children anymore.
He just didn't realize he had been given a helping hand, and I was none too keen to volunteer that little tidbit of information. Clarissa and I played dumb, quite expertly I might add.
As my dad continued to go in and out of town constantly, I continued to satisfy myself with Clarissa. We continued our torrid affair whenever Dad was gone. I discovered, much to my satisfaction, that pregnancy agreed with Clarissa. Not only was she one of those women that positively glowed radiantly while she was pregnant, the changed hormone levels made her a virtual nymphomaniac.
I lost a lot of sleep that nine months, but a single word of complaint never crossed my lips.
Epilogue
In January, I got an excited call from Clarissa that she was in labor. Miraculously, Dad was expected in later that day from Singapore. I hustled Clarissa to the hospital and stayed with her until Dad got there. Her labor was long and intense, and I was happy to turn things over to Dad when he got there.
I went and hung out in the waiting room until things finally concluded. I could see the door to her room from the waiting area, and could tell when the traffic increased in and out of her room that things were coming to a head (no pun intended).
After a while, I saw many of the medical people who had funneled into her room began to make their way out one or two at a time. Then Dad came out, dressed in surgical scrubs.
"Wanna come meet your little sister?" His voice was husky with emotion.
"Yeah!"
I did my best to contain my excitement.
I entered the room, and saw Clarissa, as radiant as I had ever seen her, seated in the hospital bed. A tiny mewling infant was nuzzled to her chest.
"Come meet your sister," Clarissa said to me. Since my dad couldn't see her face from his position at the head of the bed, she winked at me. I nearly swallowed my tongue in shock.
"Her name is Riley," my dad told me.
"Cute name for a cute little baby." I offered.
I guess we will never know absolutely for sure whether me or Dad is the father. It would probably take a full-blown DNA test to figure that one out, and I'm content to be the big brother. I'll let Dad continue to at least think he's the father. I don't need that kind of responsibility now.
And I like my role in this little affair. Considering that now that Riley is a year old, Clarissa wants to have another baby. She's pulled the goalie (stopped taking birth control) and invites me into her bed every night so I can get her bred again. Dad still travels all the time, leaving us alone five to six nights a week.
So, life is good, and I really LOVE being a "big brother!"
An Excerpt From
Looking For A Few Good Men:
Cougar On The Prowl
(The Gabi Long Diaries)
By Natalia Darque
I sat in the middle of the bench seat of John’s truck as he sped down the Interstate toward my house. Just before the end of the concert, John had asked if he could give me a ride home. I immediately accepted. When I told Rita that I would get a ride home with John, she just winked at me knowingly.
Seated next to him in the truck, I felt the sensation of our legs pressed together as he drove. I put my hand down on his thigh, feeling the rock hard muscles of his legs.
“Your leg muscles are so hard. They must make you run a lot in the Marines, huh?”
“Yeah, at boot we were running at least five miles a day.” His voice was nonchalant, as if running five miles was nothing.
Trembling both with anticipation and a fear of getting rejected by this young Marine, I slowly and tantalizingly slid my hand further up his thigh. I heard a sharp intake of breath from John as my hand slid up over his cock. I could feel the hardness of his member through his blue jeans. I looked up at him. He glanced down at me with a startled look on his face struggling to keep his eyes on the road. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously.
“I see your legs aren’t the only thing that’s hard,” I slid my hand along the length of it. This Marine was packing some serious heat.
“I haven’t been with a woman since the night before I went to boot,” John barely managed to stammer out.
I had a nasty thought. Something I had always wanted to do, but never had the guts to try. Until now. But this impulse just happened to coincide with the opportunity. I felt I had no choice.
I reached down and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. Since he was wearing button fly jeans, it was a simple matter of popping open the remaining buttons. Looking at him as I did it, I saw his eyes go wide in surprise. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down again.
With one hand, I reached into his jeans, found the waistband of his underwear, and pulled it away from his body. Liberated, his cock sprung up, peeking out from underneath the waistband. Pushing and pulling gently, I managed to get his jeans and underwear down underneath his balls, exposing his cock fully. It stood at rapt attention.
Looking at him again, I saw that he was staring straight forward, trying to concentrate on his driving, but to no avail.
I looked back at his cock, which I held in one hand. I scooted my body across the seat until I was in the right position, and turned in the seat. Taking his cock in both hands, I slid my curled fingers up and down his length, feeling the hard fullness of his member. It appeared to be about nine inches long, with a bulbous helmet shaped head at the circumcised tip. I could see a drip of wet pre-cum at its tip, glistening in the semi-darkness of the truck’s cab.
I lowered my head into his lap and gently sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of the dripping pre-cum on my tongue. I felt him tense and his cock twitched in my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, I began to slide it slowly in and out of my mouth.
I had just barely gotten started when I heard him gasp.
End of Excerpt
Other Titles by Natalia Darque
The Breeding Series
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Breeding My Best Friend’s Daughter
Breeding the Queen: Sex Slaves of the Amazons
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Confessions of a Sorority Girl Series
Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Interracial Delight
Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Drake’s Double Delight
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Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Spring Break Gangbang
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Confessions of a Sorority Girl: The Complete Anthology
Cheating Housewives Knocked Up Series
Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: Weekend at the Spa
Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: The Sperm Donor
Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: Night on the Town
Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: Bred by the Cops
Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: Rent Money Slut
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Cheating Housewives Knocked Up: The Anthology (Chapters 1-5)
Cougar on the Prowl Series (The Gabi Long Diaries)
Looking For A Few Good Men: Cougar On The Prowl
Seducing My Son’s Best Friend: Cougar On The Prowl 2
Dominated By The Cable Guy: Cougar On The Prowl 3
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The Annie MacNabb Chronicles (Adventures Of A Teenage Slut)
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