Big Men of the House(69)

His tongue ran over every inch of my tits, perking up my nipples. Blake chewed and sucked on them like a baby. I held his head in my cleavage, moaning loudly. “Oh, you make me feel so good.”



I pulled the sheet back to reveal Blake's humongous snake. I gasped at the size of the thing. My friends wouldn't believe me that it was even longer than they suspected. I stroked his shaft before lifting up and inserting him into my tight wet pussy.



Blake's nails dug into my skin as his cock filled me up completely. I rested my hands on his strong chest as I pumped my ass up and down on his meat. Blake brushed the hair out of my face before pulling me down for a kiss. He shoved his tongue down my throat, making me gag.



“Oh, fuck me hard!” I screamed.



“Oh yeah, you've been a bad girl,” he said, spanking my ass. I collapsed onto Blake and he grabbed my ass cheeks. He slammed his cock further and further into me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I never wanted him to leave me.



“Come with me,” I said.



I slipped my hand down until I met my clit. I rubbed myself, bringing an unimaginable amount of ecstasy. Blake gripped me hard as he fucked me faster and faster. The feeling of his bare cock inside me was unreal.



“OH FUCK!” Blake bellowed. I felt a rush of warmness shoot inside me. I swirled my clit around until my orgasm fired off. Blake squeezed me hard as his cock unloaded his sticky seed within me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body exploded into uncontrollable seizures. I flopped up and down on Blake, surrendering to the pleasure. It was too much to handle and I blacked our for a few seconds.



When I came too, Blake had just finished filling me up. He slowly pulled out, leaving a large void behind. His cum ran down my thighs, leaving them sticky and wet.



“That was amazing,” I said, exasperated.



“It sure was,” Blake whispered before we both fell asleep.







I awoke the next morning back in my own bed. Blake must have carried me here so my mom wouldn't find out about us. I smiled and rolled around under my covers, feeling better than I ever had before.



Blake and I didn't speak about that night for long time. It was our little “secret”. I couldn't even tell my best friends Blake and I wanted each other badly but we knew it was forbidden. We would have to bury our desires.



But when I found out he got me pregnant, our little “secret” was about to come out. Blake knew it was his but my mom had no clue. I felt it was better to let her be happy just a little longer. She would find out when the baby was born.



Blake would be all mine soon enough.





Filled to the Max





“Sarah! Can you come downstairs for a second?” my mom yelled.



“Be right there,” I called back down. I finished dressing and put the finishing touches on my makeup.



I ran downstairs to find my mom standing next to a tall man at the doorway. Another of my mom's new boyfriends.



“Sarah, I want you to meet Lincoln.”



“Lincoln, this is my daughter.”



“Nice to meet you,” he said, outstretching his hand.



I smiled and loosely shook his hand. This was the hundredth man I'd met since my parents got divorced. Since then, my mom has been remarried three times. Each guy more different than the last. I had given up a long time ago trying to convince her to take a break. She was searching for someone like my father but there was no one else like him.



Lincoln was the latest in my mother's conquests. She'd never brought a guy home before though. There was something else that was different about him. He wore a light gray suit with a blue tie. His hair was combed perfectly and he had just the right amount of stubble. Lincoln had this sense of confidence about him. His big smile and dark eyes instantly made me comfortable and at the same time off balance. I didn't know what he was going to do next.



“Honey,” my mom said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Lincoln and I are getting married.”



That's marriage number five.



She shoved her hand in front of me with a large diamond ring hanging on her finger. It was bigger than the last engagement ring. That meant that at least Lincoln had some money and wasn't a deadbeat like my mom's past boyfriends.



My mom braced herself, expecting me to explode with anger. That's what happened the first time she told me she was getting remarried. It was only two months after my parents got a divorced. When she brought that stranger into my house and told me that they were getting married, I got livid. I threw plates across the room and screamed every curse word at my mom.



After her second divorce and third marriage, I just didn't really care anymore. None of the men stayed around long enough for me to get to know them. I decided that it was best to just let my mom do her thing. The men didn't really mean much to her anyways. They were just a way for her to pass the time.