Fire! Ch. 01

"Come on, Baby. Show Rosie how bad you want to be my baby's daddy. Let me feel your cum."

I'd mess with him for weeks over this. As I said before, I was on the pill. It would have been my fertile time had the pill not worked. As deep as he went I would have soon been carrying his kid. I felt the wetness of his sperm in me.

We cuddled naked and talked. He'd tell me what a good fuck I was and I'd talk about how sure I was he'd gotten his seed to my womb to create our child.

"You're about the hottest broad I've ever brought up here."

"You bring women up here to fuck them?" I was a little jealous.

"Nothing like this. Holy shit, Rosie. You've about ruined me for ever wanting to fuck anyone else."

"Maybe we had better be sure about that baby."

We spent the day on Nebo Loop finding other places to have him fuck me. We were sure about the baby eight times with me riding home on his Harley with his sperm cradled in my cunt.

He had me back to my car with an hour to spare. Should have made one more stop on the Loop. I would have fucked him right there in the park if so many kids weren't playing in the area. Taking him home for a last load might lead into us getting caught. We made out in my car a few minutes. If he hadn't gotten me off with his fingering my clit before he left I would have finished it myself.

There was plenty of time to get home, shower, and enjoy the feel of his cum in me. I started to leave some in, then decided to get clean in there. I wanted to fuck my husband that night. I wanted to see how his cock would feel after the damage Clark's cock had done to me. My spouse didn't make me cum and he didn't say anything about noticing a difference when he placed his five inch cock where I had earlier had nine or ten inches. Nine or ten, it didn't matter, I wasn't about to ask Clark how big his was and listen to him brag on himself.

A quick trip to the bathroom in the dark and a few moments with my fingers on my clit made up for the usual quick hump and no orgasm from the man that had promised to always love me. I wondered if he'd love me had he seen me full of cock then riding home behind the man that shot his cum in me several times that day.

I didn't feel guilt around my kids. The oldest would be experimenting with her own slit soon. I hoped she would marry for cock rather than love. I know I wished I had. Besides, I still had two days off on weekdays ... husband at work, kids at school.

I called Clark again the next morning to fuck with his head about making me a Mommy again since he didn't know I was on the pill.

"Hey, Clark. Want to make sure that sperm is working while I'm still fertile.?"

"I'm pretty sure I got ya. My swimmers know their way around."

"Funny thing. My old man was talking about maybe we should have another kid. Be a shame to disappoint him."

"You can come over to my apartment. Why waste time riding around in the country?"

"I don't want to be seen going in your apartment."

"No one's going to know you here. Park in the lot. There's plenty of landscaping, trees, walls, and shit. They aren't going to see you come to my place. Apartment 206."

"That's it? No building number?"

"It's building two, apartment 6. Fuck, Rosie, get that little fertile cunt of yours over here and stop over thinking everything."

"When I get there I'm going to slide it over your fat cock."

God, I was talking like a whore. Clark was right. No one paid any attention to me. I was in his apartment, stripped myself naked, and was in his bed. The apartment smelled like a dorm room and was just as messy. I spread my legs and for the first time in my life spread my cunt open for a man.

"Mommy's pussy needs some attention."

"Yeah, we need to make sure that baby gets in there so your husband won't be disappointed."

We were playful, but I didn't realize how badly I needed his cock stuffed deep in me. By the second time he fucked me we were getting a little more comfortable with each other. He was still excited thinking he was knocking me up.

I hadn't gone to a regular college. Being with him I felt like a coed getting fucked before doing her homework. Even more so when we warmed some disgusting stale pizza for lunch. We hung out, cuddled, watched TV and fucked twice more with him thinking his seed was locked up with my egg somewhere deep in my uterus. I kissed his goodbye at his door.

"Want to come by tomorrow? You know. Make sure we've got that baby firmly up in there?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. This time though you are buying me fresh pizza for lunch."

"Okay, and speaking of eating, remind me to eat that cunt of yours while it's still fresh before we fuck a load in there."

"Yeah, I'd like that, too.

I kissed him again. Didn't the man know that sperm can stay active in a women for three days? I giggled on the way to my car. Maybe I could sneak my husband a load if only I could get him to eat me.

My husband didn't get to fuck me that night. I knew I could feel his little dick after getting fucked with a big one. When I'd gotten home I sat in the kitchen on one of the barstools and fingered myself off. I knew if I waited for my spouse to fuck me I'd have to finish with my fingers anyway. Dinner and TV with him and the kids still brought no guilt.

That night I listened to hubby snore, my mind on Clark fucking me for the third day thinking he could get me pregnant, The thoughts of Clark's big cock had me trailing my fingers on my slit. The fire within was starting to burn. My fingers were encountering my own wetness. I could wake my husband for a fuck but couldn't think of any reason why I'd want his five inches poking at me and not doing me any good.

I slipped into the living room and spread wide on the sofa. My fingers felt good in my vagina, on my clit even better. I flattened my hand over my cunt and my clit and made a big rubbing circular motion that soon brought me to an orgasm. The working over I gave my cunt made little sloshy slapping noises in the quiet of the night. I put out more cum of my own than my husband or Clark, but not as much as Jimmy.

Rather than get up to go to the bathroom I stayed on the couch. I could feel a trickle of my own juices leak from my pussy. I could catch it before it reached the fabric on the cushion below me. I dabbed my finger in the little pool that had formed between my outer lips. I put the finger in my mouth then dabbed down there again and brought up some more. The next time was more of a scoop. Then a capture of what had leaked out earlier. I rolled it around on my tongue, sucking it around in my mouth, squishing it between my teeth. I wasn't ready to swallow it yet. I sure as hell wasn't going to spit it out. I tasted good and I liked my own cum in my mouth. My fingers were digging for more while I was lubricating faster than I could capture it all.

Finally I quieted down. I swallowed my own gooey mess and waited to catch my breath. At 4:00 A.M. I was back on the couch. I worked a little slower this time enjoying my own touch. Clark would soon be fucking me, but I needed this. My hand wallowed my cunt lips and rubbed my clit. I was wet but hadn't cum yet. I needed to taste myself. I dipped into my slit. There was plenty of me to taste. I held it in my mouth while I made myself cum, then cleaned myself out and swallowed the whole load that came out of me.

The alarm woke us at 6:00. My husband told me to stay in bed while he fixed the kids breakfast. I rubbed myself until I smelled pancakes. I got myself off. Cleaning myself out was going to be a part of my routine from now on. I sat with the family to eat so when they left for work and school I'd be ready to get over to Clark's apartment.

I dressed in baggy shorts and a cut off t-shirt and drove to the apartment complex. A quick knock on the door and Clark had me inside, undressed, then spread on the bed with his face in my pussy. A tongue was better than a finger except that I knew right where to put the finger. He was proud when he made me cum and quickly had his cock in me. I don't think he tried to make it last. I'd already cum once and then again right along with him.

Our all day fucking got interrupted by that pizza delivery. Clark said if the guy was cute I should fuck him. I teased him that the kid's sperm would get around his and impregnate me instead. I did answer the door in Clark's t-shirt and tip him a couple of bucks. He couldn't see my pussy or if I was wearing panties. The look on his face suggested he's like to know. I flirted a little. Then Clark spoke up from the background.

"Are you going to talk to her or fuck her?"

Clark stepped into view. You could tell it was a jealous question and that he wasn't going to let that happen. Pizza guy left abruptly.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck him." I teased Clark.

"Order a pizza at your house. Let him fuck you there." Clark scowled.

The rest of the day was terrific. Four hard fuckings just to be sure that my mythical baby had been fucked into me. The jealousy and the fact we'd have to be at work the next two had Clark fired up and leaving me with no complaints when it was time to beat my family home. I'd work Friday and Saturday and be stuck Sunday with my family before I'd have Clark between my legs again Monday and Tuesday before back to work again.

I was a Mormon mother of four with a husband that loved me, but my new obsession for cock made me wish everyday was spent fucking someone larger and better than my husband. Sundays were the worst adding to being stuck with my husband I spent most of the day at church meetings that seemed to never end. I have no idea how many times I rubbed my pussy to orgasm, including one at church in a bathroom stall while the whole ward talked and prayed just a few feet away.

Monday was a blessing as by 7:30 A.M I was fucking Clark. He had cleaned up his place quite a bit. The door room look remained, but the smell was clean and fresh. The main remaining problems were some posters of nude women that I didn't find pleasing.

"Looks nice except you aren't fifteen years old any longer."

"Oh, the posters. I'd take them down if I had one of you to replace them."

"I'm not putting my face on your wall."

"Wasn't thinking of your face. Maybe a nice close up of your pussy or tits."

"I'm not going to end up looking some internet whore."

"You can review each shot and delete what you don't like. No faces."

I had never considered someone having a nude shot of me. Clark popped out an expensive digital camera. Before I could react he had a shot of me sitting back with cum running from my slit. I let him take some more, front and back, and some of my tits. My face didn't show anywhere in the photos.

"Okay, you pick one photo and delete the rest."

He clicked through each and deleted all but one. Showing me the folder with only one picture remaining I asked to see it.

"Let it be a surprise. I'll get the poster made and put it over the couch for you."

"Okay. I get final veto. If I don't like it the thing comes down."

We spent the rest of the day hanging out, making out, and fucked four times. The slower pace made our relationship more comfortable. Clark made me cum hard each time he unloaded inside me. Home to be there for family late afternoon. Diddled myself twice. Couldn't keep my fingers from going from my cunt to my mouth. Leftover in there from Clark, but really enjoying my own taste.

Back to Clark the next morning. A cloth hanging on the wall over the couch no doubt over the new poster. Clark grinned at the unveiling. I squealed. It was the first picture he took of me sitting back, pussy gapping open and cum leaking out.

"What? How did you get that done so fast and even framed?"

"Poster store across town. Should have taken a week. You'd be surprised the service you can get when the subject matter is a leaking cunt. I watched to make sure he couldn't make a copy for himself and deleted the image from my camera."

There was a thirty by thirty-six close up of my cunt hanging over his couch. One could quickly see the photo and the couch cushions matched. My open pussy was two thirds of the image and the cum was clearly seen running out of the cleft between my cunt lips. I hugged him and kissed him hard. He got my shorts off me and started eating my highly aroused twat. Then a hard fuck right below the poster.

"I guess you like it."

My eyes went to it. I smiled, then giggled a little.

"Yes, I like it." I pointed my finger at him. "Don't you ever tell anyone that it's my pussy up there on your wall."

"I wouldn't tell anyone, Rosie. I love you."

"What???" I spun toward him.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to say the last part."

I hadn't heard it at home a lot lately.

"That's okay, Clark. Fuck me again. I think I love you, too."

That was our next five weeks. Every day off we'd spend together, fucking three or four times per day. A couple of weeks in I got my period. Knowing he hadn't knocked me up he tried all the harder. I almost considered going off the pill to let him do it.

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