Ben ran out the door to school shouting his good bye as he went. Inside Julie and her Mother were sitting at the kitchen table over coffee and eggs. Nothing had been said since Ben had left, and Julie felt an unbearable need to talk.
“So…Momma you probably didn’t miss that Charlie spent the night here. Some of it with me, though you won’t have missed hearing her and Ben, they were very loud….”
“Julie honey, if you feel like you need to explain anything to me, then don’t worry. The woman in our family have always been very sexual. I won’t tell anyone’s story other than my own. You know that funny queasy feeling you get in your stomach when you meet someone special for the first time? When I was at college it happened a few times, and I dated a few guys, though some of them were only for one night.”
Julie listened wide eyed. Her Mother had always been just that — her Mother. As an adult she’d never seen her around her Dad, with him leaving when she was only thirteen, so the idea of her as a woman was unsettling, different and new. Here she was telling her that she had a pretty wild time at college. One night stands too…not what she expected.
“Of course I was tame compared to my room mate Sharon. She fully embraced the college lifestyle, never really having what you would call a significant other for more than a few weeks. She slept with girls too…lots of girls and if the noises from her bedroom were any guide she was very good at it. Sharon almost never shut her door and you could see her bed from mine. She always kept a lamp on too, so any time I wanted to I got to watch.”
Julie’s jaw was sagging at this point. Momma the voyeur? Holy fuck this was unexpected, but at the same time she felt close and trusted as she told her the most intimate secrets of her life as a young woman.
“There’s no doubt she enjoyed being the exhibitionist, but she would sometimes watch me too, though there were very few nights that I brought someone back to our place and Sharon was alone. Anyway this is all for context. After a particularly bad break up with a boy I’d been seeing for a few months, she took me out ‘to liberate my mind’ as she called it. Three days of moping and weeping were enough for Sharon. Of course she took me to a gay club and we had an amazing time drinking and dancing — yes Julie I love to dance honey.”
That brought a smile and a laugh to her Daughter’s face. She seemed much less shocked and now intrigued by the story.
“To cut a long story short we brought home a couple of girls. Sharon disappeared into her room and for once shut the door. I was left with this cute sandy haired girl with glasses and we had been talking and dancing all night. I had NO idea what I was doing, but eventually she told me she was going to kiss me and she did. It was glorious and exciting, and well…you know…”
Julie smiled warmly. Her Mother was ever so slightly embarrassed.
“You had sex. It’s fine Momma I figured that that out around ten minutes ago.”
Samantha laughed too. For all that this was a tale she had fully intended to share with Julie for a while now, it still felt pretty awkward.
“Her name was Christine and we dated the remainder of that semester. I was a little in love with her, and I felt more relaxed around her than I did any of the boys that I had dated before. She was a senior and I was a sophomore, she graduated and moved to Seattle to join a software company. But I was her date to the graduation ball, and we had a wonderful few days before she left.”
Julie noted a tear or two forming in the corner of her Mother’s eyes.
“I was heartbroken but she had to follow her dreams. We kept in touch for a while, then she told me that she’d met someone. I was pleased for her, but I was on my own again. When I got back to campus I studied hard, partied pretty hard too but mostly in the gay bars. I slept with a bunch of women and the occasional man, but nobody stuck. Until I met your Dad of course. Anyway, the purpose of the tale is this. I’m rather obviously bisexual, and I’m very comfortable being so. This was not a phase, this was not the “college fling”. One night with a girl doesn’t necessarily mean that you are too, one very noisy night I might add, but you could be. And I want you to know that I will love you every bit as much regardless.”
Samantha stood up and walked around the table, kissed her Daughter on the cheek and hugged her tightly. Tears were shed but they were replaced with smiles.
“Momma I had no idea, but thanks for sharing with me. I’ve been wondering about myself for a while, but when all these gorgeous woman started hanging around the house, it sort of put things into focus. There is no one special right now, but I’m not going to be ashamed if I look at a girl and think that she’s hot, or cute, or interesting.”
Samantha squeezed her tighter which made Julie squeal.
“Oh shoot look at the time, I need to get moving, I have a class in forty minutes.”
Julie bolted upstairs and Samantha heard the shower running almost immediately. She sipped on a fresh mug of coffee, quietly pleased that she’d helped her Daughter feel more comfortable about herself, even if it meant telling the tale of her wild days at college. It did make her wonder if she was not being entirely honest with herself by only haphazardly dating men. Time perhaps to think about which apps she was using and widen her dating pool. She’d done that as much for the children’s sake as anything, but now they were both adults and her Daughter seemed to be very fine with it. Time for a chat with Ben and to clear the air.
At East Franklin High School, Elizabeth Walker sat in her car, taking a final moment to check her hair and makeup, and debating how many buttons she could get away with unfastening on her blouse. The red cardigan topped the blouse, while a grey tartan skirt with hold up stockings completed the ensemble. She looked and felt great, horny for sure, but great. Masturbating on camera to her Mistress was an intense experience, one that had her cum harder and longer than she’d felt in a very long time. She’d wanted to do it again in the shower but she’d been told to submit control of her pleasure, and she had.
Consequently she’d packed the soaked panties she’d worn that morning in the zip lock bag, and had them tucked in her own handbag, awaiting instructions. Now she was bare below, and it felt exhilarating and dangerous all at once. She was ready to get out the car when her extra phone buzzed.
‘Show me you’ve dressed as I instructed. Pictures right now.’
Elizabeth’s heart skipped a couple of beats, quickly checked around and took a few pics, the final showing her skirt raised and her pussy glistening in anticipation. She sent the pics immediately.
‘Very good Whore. You’ll have a visitor today who will collect the package. In addition, you will bring her to orgasm with tongue and fingers. If you do well there will be a reward, but know that I will have a full and detailed report on your compliance to my instructions.’
Elizabeth acknowledged and resisted the urge to finger herself there and then. She almost leapt out of her skin when her window was tapped a couple of times and she found herself facing a smiling Charlotte.
“Hey Mrs W, love the outfit today. See ya later!”
Elizabeth laughed, but still watched the diminutive Charlotte walk away, hips swaying as she walked arm in arm with Bethany, who looked and nodded at Elizabeth, then went into the school. Who would be her mysterious visitor? She thought back to the previous day and the group of young women in her classroom as she stepped out of the cupboard. She counted them in her head and came to six…what if it was someone else? Her day promised to be interesting, plus she was expected to bring a new pussy to orgasm. Her skills were decent if a little rusty, but she would find out soon enough if they were up to standard.
Ben’s journey to school was uneventful, and after he’d parked he was looking into his backpack for a granola bar that he’d stashed a day or two ago. He looked up to see the twins standing in front of the car, watching and waiting. He got distinct “The Shining” vibes for a brief moment, however they soon smiled at him and he got out the car. He was about to greet them when Karla stepped forward and handed him an envelope with 217 written on the outside.
“Tonight 7pm Starlight Motel. Knock three times then use the keycard in the envelope. Krystyna will be waiting for you.”
Ben took the envelope and tucked it away in his jacket pocket. Katy leaned in and gave him a hug, swiftly followed by her sister.
“She’s quite nervous Ben. Take your time and let her get comfortable with you, just be yourself. Any problems just call us. Oh and Ben, we’ll be sure to thank you properly on Sunday.” Karla giggled at her twin’s innuendo, though it was abundantly obvious what that meant.
“I’ll do my best. Silly question, do you have a picture of her so I know who I’m meeting?” Karla fiddled with her phone for a moment and Ben’s device pinged. It was a picture of a slightly older version of the twins, flanked by them in their uniforms at a football game. The resemblance was strong, but Krystyna was a little taller and curvier, filling out her jeans and tee shirt rather nicely.
“She’s pretty, and definitely your sister. I know this is all a bit strange, but I will do my best not to make it weird for her.”
Karla and Katy took a hand each, then hugged him together. With that they turned and the trio walked into school, Ben flanked by them and warmly chatting away as though they had no cares in the world.
Ben’s new popularity with the cheerleaders, and indeed a lot of the women in the senior class had not gone unnoticed by a number of rather envious football players, their high school athletic careers finished and no longer the focus of the school. Here was a nerd who’d been at deaths door a few months earlier and now all of the hot girls were fawning over him. Dan, who up until two weeks ago was dating Bethany Jones and was a shoe in for Prom King as a result was especially bitter, as he’d been unsuccessfully trying to get a replacement Prom date.
“Fuck it man, what does nerd boy Franklin have? Have you seen the way the chicks are all over that dweeb? Maybe I should get sick too..”
That raised a laugh, though with little enthusiasm.
“I hear he’s packing man. Huge dick. I mean, why else would any of those chicks bother with him when they could be with a bunch of studs like us.” Eddie was a not very good tight end, and whilst his latter comment drew agreement, in truth they were all trying to understand their plummet from the top tier of the school, having one by one been dumped within days of the night at the diner. The boys were unified in their jealousy, but more generally just pissed off that their time at school was coming to an ignominious end. No scholarships, and probably no one capable of spelling ignominious either.
Elizabeth made her way to her classroom clutching a large mug of coffee to get ready for her first class of the day. She’d just closed the door behind her when she felt her bag vibrate. Her heart leapt as she put down the coffee mug and the bag and extracted her new phone.
‘Your visitor will arrive during your free period this morning. They will knock four times before entering and ask you if your sunflowers are blooming. You will reply not yet, and then handover the package. Follow the instructions of my messenger for her pleasure, she’s very specific as to what she enjoys. Do well, and I will reward you.’
Elizabeth swiftly acknowledged the message, still none the wiser as to the identity of her visitor, but intrigued as to what she might want her to do. Fortunately her free period started at 10:30 that morning, so she would not have long to wait, though she really wished she could take care of her nagging need in her pussy, which was once again demanding attention and was getting very moist. She turned her attention to the next class, and was distracted by her preparations until the first bell, and class had her busy.
Beth was holding court in the girls toilets, giving final instructions to her messenger.
“So remember, knock four times and enter. Ask her if her sunflowers are blooming, and if she says not yet, ask her for the package. She will then offer to pleasure you. Are you sure that you’re okay to say yes to that?”
Dionne nodded, smiling. “I get to be the first of our group that fucks her in school? Damn yes I’m ready Beth! I’ve not touched myself today just like you told me to. I’m so super fucking horny now.”
Beth hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Charlie and Katy are on lookout for you. Go have fun.”
The trio of cheerleaders marched through the corridors carrying their backpacks over one shoulder, arriving soon at Mrs Walker’s room. Charlie and Katy took up positions along the corridor while Dionne stood at the door, took a deep breath and rapped the door four times. She saw a broad smile from Charlie and entered.
Inside the room sat at her desk was Elizabeth, nervous but outwardly composed. Dionne carefully shut the door behind her and turned to face her teacher.
“Hi Mrs Walker, are your sunflowers blooming?”
She could see the woman visibly swallow, with a sheen of perspiration on her forehead.
“….uh no, not at the moment.”
To an outside observer it would be difficult to decide who was the more nervous, but with the exchange of words completed, Elizabeth reached into her bag and produced a ziplock with that morning’s panties, which Dionne took from her and deposited into her backpack which she then placed on the floor.
Elizabeth stood and took off her cardigan, now with her stiff nipples plainly showing against the white cotton. “My Mistress wishes me to offer myself to pleasure you, Miss Dionne. Is that something that you would like?”
Dionne was now warming to her task, and had if anything been understating her state of arousal to Beth.
“Who am I to turn down such a generous offer? The Mistress will wish to observe, please set up your phone. Then strip for me Whore, I want to see every inch of you.”
Elizabeth propped the phone on her desk and tapped the screen a few times. She stepped forward, and coyly undid her blouse buttons one at a time, until she shrugged it from her shoulders to the floor. Next was the skirt, which she unzipped and added it to the pile. Finally she unclipped her bra, unleashing her breasts which gently sagged. Dionne signalled her to turn around, allowing her to inspect every inch, every stretch mark.
Elizabeth was blushing furiously but simultaneously was massively turned on.
“You know for a woman in her forties you’re fucking hot. I mean I’ve wondered just what you looked like under that school marm shit you usually wear, even got off thinking about you, but this is a hundred times better.”
Elizabeth smiled. “Thank you Miss Dionne. How may I pleasure you?”
The cheerleader casually dropped her panties. “Let’s see if you’re any good at eating pussy.” She pointed in front of her and slightly spread her feet. Elizabeth knelt, then gently lifted the hem of the skirt to get sight of Dionne’s shining pussy which had been carefully shaved that morning. She leant forward and inhaled the intoxicating aroma of an expensive shower gel and her natural juices, which were flowing.
“So beautiful.” Elizabeth was really talking to herself, but it made Dionne smile anyway, which was replaced with a hint of surprise as her Teacher tentatively licked her outer lips. She repeated it, then got bolder as she extended the range to include her clitoris, which was all but throbbing by now. Dionne remembered Beth’s instructions to stay in the moment and not to think too much about the situation. She was enjoying the attention of the older woman, and whilst she was not as practiced as perhaps Charlie, she was no slouch and was relaxing into it, allowing her fingers to join in.
“Mmm fuck that’s good. You obviously know your way around a pussy Whore, though I think you’d benefit from more practice.”
Elizabeth grunted in response, too engaged in trying to make this gorgeous young woman cum for her. The licking, sucking and fingering eventually proved effective as Dionne threw her head back and uttered a lengthy expletive as her body shook with an intense orgasm. Elizabeth lapped greedily away at her juices, thrilled to have completed her task but also to have done so without much prompting. Apparently she did remember how to eat pussy pretty well.
Dionne gently pulled her head away and smiled. “Damn girl, that was pretty good. I don’t know how long it’s been since you did that, but you surely remembered plenty. Not saying you couldn’t use some more practice, but I’m pretty sure that the Mistress has plenty coming for you.”
The phone on the desk beeped and instructed Dionne to check her messages. She read it, smiled and pulled up her panties and instructed her Teacher to bend over her desk. The cheerleader could see the older woman’s pussy was glistening in anticipation of what was to come. The door opened and closed, though Elizabeth waited patiently and looked straight ahead.
“You did well, and as a reward you’re getting fucked on your desk, which I know you’ve had in your stories many times, though not as often as I’ve wanted to fuck you on it.” Charlotte, who by the sounds of things was hooking up a harness over her hips. The dynamic redhead was excited as she wasn’t pretending, she really had imagined fucking her teacher many, many times.
Elizabeth felt the cold tip press against her body. “Don’t hold back…”
“I wasn’t going to.” Charlotte slid the dildo deliberately into her until she was all inside. She leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “I promise you, there’s only one cock around that could fuck you better than I’m just about to, so enjoy the ride.”
Elizabeth shuddered in anticipation, finally naked but for her stockings, bent over her desk about to be fucked by a cheerleader. It was several of her deepest fantasies come true all at once, and at that point the sex didn’t even have to be that great to be utterly memorable. Charlotte however was no idle boast and proceeded to fuck her with energy and skill, mixing in a tweet of the nipple, a pull of the hair and even a thumb up her ass. It was little wonder that she came so quickly, though the constant fear of being discovered or heard added a layer of excitement to it all. She was ready to scream the school down with the intensity of the moment, but she had the presence of mind to clamp one hand over her mouth while the other desperately rubbed her clitoris.
Charlotte withdrew the dildo with a resounding plop and a moan tinged with disappointment resonated from Elizabeth. She gasped as she received two firm smacks on her bum, followed by a yelp of surprise as her hair was pulled to twist her around back on her knees. The long pink fake phallus quivered and glistened in front of her.
“Right whore, suck me clean and we will see just how much of this you can take. Maybe the next time I’ll fuck your face, or your ass. Maybe all three. You’d like that, wouldn’t you whore?”
Elizabeth eagerly nodded, but wasted no time working on the dildo, managing an impressive eight inches or so before choking. It had been a long time since she’d had anything that size in her mouth, and she was a little out of practice, but recalling the size of Ben’s real cock, she gave it her best.
Charlotte relented after a couple of minutes of valiant but increasingly futile efforts. She grabbed her by the hair again, pulling her off.
“You’ll need to do better, but that was a decent effort.” Charlotte having fulfilled her scripted activities, placed a hand on her cheek. “Are you okay Elizabeth? That was intense, you know, but we’re all doing the Mistress’s bidding.” The Teacher nodded and for the first time their eyes met, and she knew that she was safe and loved.
Charlotte pulled her to her feet, gave her a warm hug and an unexpectedly passionate kiss on the lips, whilst the Cheerleader put away her harness and dildo. Elizabeth got dressed and finally picked the phone which had a message confirming her Mistress was pleased. She turned to face a smiling Charlotte.
“Your makeup needs a little touch up, let me help.” A minute or so of further fussing with her face and they were done.
“When we finish playing the games here, and you’re no longer my teacher, maybe we could spend a little time getting to know each other. I bet those sales trips get lonely…might be nice to have someone to cuddle up to.” She leaned in, gave Elizabeth a gentle kiss on the cheek, turned heel and left. The Teacher blushed ever so slightly and pondered on the idea of having someone to keep her company when she was left alone, and thought it wasn’t the worst suggestion she’d ever heard.
The rest of the school day flew by. Beth was pleased with how their first time playing with the Whore in school had went. She warmly congratulated Dionne and Charlotte, with both girls basking in the warmth of Beth’s smile. The pants were discretely handed off to Angela who was extracting the essence needed for the final ceremony, though her only observation to date was that whilst Elizabeth seemed to produce plenty of fluids, catching them in her panties was not very efficient and they might need to consider more direct methods.
Ben had enjoyed his day, with Debbie pulling him aside for a lengthy snog at lunch which both enjoyed and would have liked to do more, but fucking at school was hugely risky, and besides as Debbie reminded him, he needed to keep the good stuff for later. In part as a minor distraction from events more generally, Ben actually invited Debbie on a date, settling on a movie on Friday night.
“Are you really going to make me wait till Friday for some fun?” Debbie was obviously teasing him, grinding against his cock as they took a breathless pause from kissing.
“Oh gosh no, I’m not sure I could wait that long! We obviously can’t go to your place, maybe you and Beth could swing by after school tomorrow? That gets us an hour or so, and we can get up to a lot in an hour…”
Debbie giggled. “I’m going to need more than that sometime soon, but I’ll talk to Beth, or maybe Charlie? I know Allison would be down for something any time you want too, so maybe we could go to her place?”
“You know, I think she might want to do more than provide us with somewhere safe to have fun. She thinks you’re kinda hot you know…said if we were ever looking for a third wheel…”
Debbie blushed and kissed him.
“I…I know. She had a chat with me and was very open about it. I might need a little time to get comfortable with the idea. Not sure I’m entirely ready for a threesome. Not just yet…”
“You never ever have to do anything you don’t want to. Not on my account. The idea of trying to please two people at the same time is kinda wild, but I’m never going to ask you to do that if you’re not one hundred percent okay with it. Besides, being with you is more than enough to make me very happy.” Ben delivered a lengthy passionate kiss, which eventually broke with a sigh and a smile.
“As much as I’d happily run off with you for the rest of the day, we need to get back before people start looking for us. Take care later will you? Be kind to the poor woman, it must be embarrassing enough for her, but they have to be desperate to even try this.”
Ben promised to be appropriately careful, and with a final kiss, they departed separately to find their friends, though these days Ben spent as much time at lunch with the cheerleaders as anyone else.
It was 6:45, and Ben was sat in his car, the envelope on the seat beside him. He’d exchanged texts with Karla confirming he was there and wishing him good luck. The clock slowly ticked down the remaining minutes until he grabbed the envelope, locked the car and went to room 217. The Starlight Motel looked much the same as hundreds of others, the door opening onto an open balcony that ran the length of the floor. He found the room, waited a minute until his phone ticked over to 7pm exactly and knocked three times, before using the card to unlock the door. He stepped inside and closed it behind him.
The room was dimly lit, with only the bedside lamps turned on. Sat on the bed with a glass of clear liquid in her hand was a pretty woman in a red flowery dress, legs crossed. There was a moment of silence, before Ben eventually spoke.
“Hi you must be Krystyna, I’m Ben. That’s a real pretty dress.”
The woman cleared her throat, took another sip from the glass and stood up.
“I sure as hell hope you are Ben otherwise who did my sisters give my room key to.” Ben chuckled briefly, but there was still real tension in the room. “Oh lord this is every bit as weird as I thought it was going to be…”
“It’s a bit unusual I grant you. And I promise you I thought long and hard when your sisters made the request, but in the end if I can help you, I’d like to try,”
That at least made the brunette smile, which was a start.
“The girls tell me you were a dancer when you were younger, won a few competitions too. The talent runs in the family I think.”
“Oh that was a long time ago, and I’ve definitely put on a few pounds since high school. But I still cut the floor at weddings and family parties, and we did an amazing dance at my wedding. Not with Victor, he’s got two left feet, but with my bridesmaids. I still get that video out now and again.”
Ben had been told that by the Twins, and suddenly had an idea to help relax the mood, at least without hitting the vodka any further. He produced his phone and started to play “Moonlight Serenade” by Glenn Miller.
“Maybe we could dance a little now?”
Krystyna put down her glass, stepped towards him and took him in a dance hold. Ben smiled and they started to gently shuffle around. She smelled great and was soon sighing gently as she put her head on his shoulder. She pressed closer, her breasts now crushed against his chest and Ben tried a tentative kiss on her cheek. She sighed again, then lifted her head and kissed him on the lips. Ben’s cock was stirring unmistakably in his pants, which received an appreciative sound.
The song ended, and Ben turned the music off.
“Did the girls mention, uhh that you might be feeling err…”
“They told me everything Ben. I was in the Circle before I moved away. So yes I know that I’m feeling turned on partly because of your physical presence, partly because of these hormonal injections they give me for the treatment. They make you horny all the time, but trying to get pregnant takes all of the fun out of sex.”
“Well according to the lore, you’re about to get pregnant, so why not enjoy the sex?”
That brought a laugh, but Krystyna proceeded to unbutton his shirt, then unbuckled his belt. She asked him to remove them and he was stood there in his boxers. She motioned him to remove those and Ben’s cock leapt free.
“Fuck. That’s huge…I mean I know they said you were big but…” The sentence dissolved into laughter followed by her unzipping her dress and allowing it to fall to the floor. She was naked underneath, and Ben took in a glorious body. Her breasts were round and sagged ever so slightly, though they looked perfect on her. She had a slight tummy, and a carefully trimmed pussy.
“You’re beautiful.”
Krystyna blushed and insisted he was just being polite. Ben ended that sentence with a kiss, allowing his hands to roam from her breasts to her bum which he squeezed gleefully. They broke the kiss, and Ben asked her to lie down. He clambered between her legs, kissed up her thighs then proceeded to give her great oral pleasure.
In her mind Krystyna had assumed this would be ten minutes and done, and was prepared for a purely functional sexual experience. But he had come in, been polite and complimented her and even done the little seduction with the dance. Now he was eating her pussy, which was a rare privilege at home, and he was bloody good at it. Plus that cock! She couldn’t decide if she was afraid of it or could not wait to ride it.
Fifteen patient minutes of pleasure resulted in the first orgasm of the evening, though it would be far from the last. He kissed up her body as the orgasm tore through her, while Krystyna tried (and failed) to remember the last time she’d experienced pleasure like it. She was still trembling as he arrived at her lips, his cock placed over her slit.
“Wow, that was unexpected. I don’t know how you learned to eat pussy like that, but I’d love to take them out for a drink! Let’s see if you know how to use that baseball bat swinging between your legs just as well. Anything you want to do we will do it, as long as you finish inside me. We are trying to get me pregnant after all…”
“I thought we might start conventionally, and see where the mood takes us from there…”
Krystyna gasped as he pressed his cock at her entrance and slowly slipped inside. Without doubt it was the biggest, hardest and possibly prettiest cock she had ever seen or felt, and her brain was an explosion of endorphins as wave after wave of pleasure completely reset her expectations of great sex. And fuck was it good! He was patient until she felt comfortable enough to start thrusting back up to him, but she reckoned there was a good eight inches inside her and still more to go. She came twice more in that position, her legs shaking like a leaf and her back arched as she screamed her climax, exhorting him to fill her cunt again and again until he actually did. She felt like he’d turned on a hosepipe inside her, there was so much cum and it exploded out of him with vigour.
Ben slipped discretely out of her, allowing her to clamp her thighs shut and roll onto her side. He cuddled in behind her, his arm wrapped around her and pulling her tightly to him. Her breathing settled, the shaking stopped and she pulled up his hand and kissed it.
“If I’m pregnant now I’ll remember this for the rest of my days. Thank you, you beautiful man.”
Had she been able to see his face she would have seen it turn a fierce pink with embarrassment.
“I want to stay still for a while, give your stuff a chance to do its work. Let’s order some pizza, and then you can make sure. At least another couple of times.” Ben kissed her neck and let her lay while he organised their impromptu supper. It came twenty minutes later, but instead of a fresh faced delivery driver it was Karla holding the food. Briefly startled, he handed over the cash and tip, while she explained they’d intercepted the driver, and Katy was ‘distracting’ him. Ben assured her it was all fine, and not to worry.
Krystyna had pulled on a simple terry cloth robe, and sat on the edge of the bed, eagerly munching on the pepperoni, and sipping on a diet soda instead of the quarter empty bottle of vodka she had by the bedside table. She paused, suddenly aware Ben was watching her.
“Have I got something on my face?” She was busy wiping with a napkin at a non existent smudge.
“No I’m sorry, you just looked relaxed, happy even, compared to when I first came in. You have a really pretty smile.” Krystyna blushed briefly.
“Well I was waiting in a motel room for a stranger to come and impregnate me. It’s not your everyday occurrence, so I was nervous. Really nervous. But then you come in, you’re rather charming and also kind of amazing in bed. Not at all what I was expecting. I figured you’d be finished in ten minutes and I’d be spending the rest of the night brooding on what happened.”
“I hear that sometimes just relaxing about the whole ‘trying to get pregnant’ thing can really help. Stress is not your friend. People in your situation stop trying, and a couple of months later they’ve a baby on the way. I cannot imagine how tough what you’re going through is, I just hope this helps.”
“Well Ben, even if I’m not pregnant after tonight, at least I’ve got a great story to share with my sisters. It’s been a lot more fun than I ever imagined it could be. I’ve not enjoyed sex in a long time, thanks for reminding me sweetie.”
Ben was about to reply when she stood up, shrugged off the robe and crawled on all fours on the bed.
“Right boy, get back here, pull my hair and tell me I’m your bitch. Spank my ass, but most importantly, fill me up with your spunk.”
Ben grinned, but his cock was swiftly getting ready to deliver exactly that and so he got behind her, discovered she was still moist enough to let him tease her entrance briefly, before sliding home.
“Fuck that thing is big. Do your thing, rail me hard and fast and fill me up.”
Ben delivered a firm slap across her bum which got a squeal of surprise, followed by moans in time to his thrusting. Krystyna was now thoroughly into the fucking, which she was enjoying for the sake of itself. Ben’s cock felt huge and hard inside her, his groin slapping hard against her ass. She alternated between rubbing her clitoris and twisting her nipples, while Ben exhorted her to cum for him. Her orgasm was loud and utterly inevitable, and she collapsed face first onto the bed, her ass still up in the air as Ben continued to pound her while she shook and shuddered.
She half turned her head, her hair a matted mess and smiled at him.
“Come on big boy, fill me up. Breed me like your bitch…I’m ready for it all..”
Before she could complete that sentence Ben exploded four times inside her, which triggered another slightly less intense orgasm. Ben sat back as Krystyna’s ass collapsed onto the bed.
“Time out!” She begged him, thinking she’d never been so well and truly fucked in her life. “God your stuff is running out me, I feel like such a slut.” Ben briefly froze, unsure how to react, but Krystyna spotted it right away.
“I mean that in a really great way…I’ve come harder and more often than I can remember in a very long time, and the stupid thing is I want more. I just need to catch my breath…”
Ben lay down beside her and she cuddled in close, her nipples stiff and pressed against his chest. He must have dozed off, as he woke a little later, watching her walk out of the bathroom, towelling her hair after a shower. She smiled warmly at him, tossing the towel back into the bathroom.
“Hey sleepy head, I had to go wash up…and you seemed quite comfortable.” Ben rolled onto his back, and smiled in return. His cock however was saluting the beautiful woman in front of him and was rising inexorably to its fully erect state.
“Holy crap! Are you getting hard again…damn.” She sat on the bed beside him and playfully stroked him up and down. “I thought we were done, but apparently…”.
Ben sat up and kissed Krystyna while playing with one of her nipples. She responded by pushing him onto his back and straddling his lap. She poised just above the throbbing member, licked her lips and carefully lowered herself, grunting expletives as inch after inch slid inside. After a couple of attempts she had him fully buried to the hilt.
“Fuck me this is a unique experience…I’ve never felt anything like this. I’m willing to bet you could fuck any woman you want to with this cock and be guaranteed to have them begging for more. Just lay back and let me enjoy this, while I figure out a way that this isn’t a one night stand…”
With that she started to slowly grind up and down, savouring every sensation. When he wasn’t mesmerised by her full breasts swaying back and forth, he was wondering if he’d heard her correctly and she was contemplating seeing him again. He didn’t have too long to ponder on that as slow grinding turned to urgent thrusting and nipples being shoved into his face to suck on, which he eagerly did. This continued for several minutes until Krystyna froze, Ben felt his cock grasped by her spasming pussy and she yelled her orgasm. It was glorious, spectacular and he could not resist pumping even more of his seed inside her.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, his softening cock eventually slipping out. He stroked her back and gently kissed the gloriously sexy woman laying on top of him. She eventually rolled to the side, smiling as Ben watched her chest rise and fall.
“Even in the wildest nights in college or since, I’ve never, ever fucked like this. You are a sex god…and I give up trying to fuck you into submission. I figured I’m a little older, know what I’m doing and you’ll be worn out long before I am. But if I had a white flag I’d be waving it.”
Ben laughed and pulled her closer for a cuddle.
“I actually do not know what my limits are…but if anyone has come close to finding them it’s you.”
“You’re too sweet baby! Now I definitely need another shower…care to join me?”
Just under an hour later and Ben was lacing up his trainers, finally getting ready to leave. Of course the shower had turned into another fuck session, Ben drilling Krystyna against the tiled wall as she wailed with pleasure. He filled her for the fourth time that evening which had her thrilled and utterly exhausted. Clean but completely worn out, she lay nude on top of the bed watching him prepare to leave.
“I know you have to go, but I kinda wish you could stay for a few more hours…or days.” That brought a laugh from them both. Ben walked over and gave her a long, soft kiss.
“You really are gorgeous, you know.”
“You’re a terrible liar, but I won’t argue too much. Take my number sweetie, if you’re ever in my part of the country, give me a call. It’d be nice to see you again, and I’ll be sure to have the girls let you know the next time I’m visiting.” They kissed again and Ben left.
Krystyna wiped a tiny tear away from her eyes, and as expected, two minutes later the twins arrived excitedly chattering about the evening. She smiled and politely told the tale and promised to let them know once she’d taken a test. For now, she hugged them and sent them off home, which is where she was heading in the morning. She had no idea if this escapade would help her to get pregnant or not, but she’d had an amazing time trying. The one thing she did know was she’d go home and make love to her husband, rationalising that they needed to be having sex around this date just in case it had worked, and as for that, only time would tell.