Book 1
This story was requested by Sarah Leather, London, England and she would like you to contact her at leathercatsuitgirl@hotmail.co.uk if you like the story.
This is a different version than the one that I posted on Literotica because they don’t allow sex with anyone under the age of 18.  (m/F, reluctance, blackmail, pregnancy)
Chapter 1
Amy, you’ve been my best friend since college and having you remain so has helped me through several rough patches.  But now I need to tell someone what has happened to me. The story I’m about to tell you is very difficult for me to talk about.  But I have to tell it and I don’t know who I trust more than you so please be patient with me.

You know that I left college because I got pregnant.  We were so young.  You remember how I went on and on about John.  He was so romantic wasn’t he?

Even when I first told him that I was pregnant he was very supportive.  I think that back then he actually loved me and he was a gentle and caring lover.  I know that we haven’t talked in years, but I will always think of you as my best friend so please bear with me.

Well, anyway we had Samantha.  She just turned fifteen; can you believe it?  We named her after his mother.  And then two years later we had Tabatha.  John seemed to change after Tabatha was born.  Not toward the girls; he’s been a wonderful father, but toward me.  One night he angrily told me that he didn’t want any more girl children.  If I couldn’t deliver him a boy, then what good was I?

I was devastated.  How could I guarantee that our next child would be a boy?  I’ve never told anyone this, but that was when I began taking birth control.

Now that he’s the head of his department at the hospital it seems he seldom has time for me or even our two daughters.  He does let us know how proud he is of us.  He loves it when people comment on how beautiful our daughters are and how much they look like their mother.

But the reason I need to unburden myself to you started a little over three months ago.

I’d just driven into the garage after dropping my daughters off at school, when a stranger walked up our curved driveway and said, “Excuse me ma’am.”

My heart skipped a beat and my first reaction was one of fear.  He must have sensed my discomfort because he then said, “I’m sorry ma’am; did I frighten you?”

He was closer to me now and I realized that he was more of a boy than a man.  He was over six feet tall and dressed in tight black leather pants that actuated his slip hips and muscular build.  He also had on a leather vest with no shirt underneath.  I couldn't help admire his smooth muscular and hairless chest and six pack abs.  I told myself that it was stupid to be afraid; after all we live in a wonderful neighborhood.

“No you just startled me,” I replied, smiling.  “My god this kid was handsome,” I thought to myself.  Look at that smile and that body.

“I’m sorry, but my car broke down and I was wondering if I could use your phone?”

I thought of the cell phone in my purse, but I didn’t really want to lend it to a stranger.  “Of course, come inside.”

I pointed to the phone and he asked, “Um could I use your bathroom first.  I just drank a huge soda and well I…”

I walked him down the hall toward the downstairs bathroom when he suddenly veered off into the living room.  It took me a minute to realize that he was no longer following me and I turned back and looked into the living room.

He walked over to the mantle and picked up the framed picture of me and the girls that was taken just last summer.  “Your daughters are very beautiful; just like their mother,” he said.

“The bathroom is this way,” I said perplexed, pointing back down the hall.

He looked up at me.  "I want to have sex with you Sarah," he said with a straight face

“What?  How do you know my name?”

He intertwined his fingers and reversed his hands with his palms towards me and flexed his muscles.  “In fact I want to be the father of your next child.”

“What?  I’m sorry.  What did you just say?”

“I said that I want, no, I am going to be the father of your next child.”

“You, I…”  I was dumbstruck.  “This is ridiculous.  I, I think that you’d better leave.”  He just stood there; arrogantly smiling back at me.  "Leave right now or I'll call the police," I demanded, shaking.

"Don't do that Sarah.  You know why?"

I picked up the phone and was ready to dial.  The young man made no move toward me so I asked, "Okay, why?"

"Because I'm still a minor and even if they arrest me I will out tomorrow and then I will fuck your daughters.  First I might seduce Samantha.  She's fifteen right?  And a student at Valley High?"

I looked at him and felt ice in my veins.  “Young man if you think that I’m just going to stand here and let you threaten my family.”  I pointed to the door.  My whole arm was shaking.
 
I was fuming and he said calmly, "You know I've already met her.  I thought that she's very innocent and beautiful.  Just like you.  It’s actually how I picked you."

"Where did you meet her?" I asked horrified.

"At the Broken Main concert."

"She didn't go to that concert.  She asked and I told her no."

He grinned at me.  "Why don't you ask her about the cute boy that shared his hip flask with her?  And let's see, I have her phone number right here."

"No," I repeated, "NO!"

He pulled out a piece of paper written in my daughter's handwriting with her name and phone number.  My heart sank.

"You call her Sam right?  She told me where she went to school and it was easy to follow you here after you dropped her off.”  He was obviously enjoying himself as he continued, “You might try to make her stay away from me, but you know us teenagers these days."  He paused with a smug look on his face.  "I think it will be easy to convince her to have unprotected sex with me."

The look on his face was disgusting and I wanted to throw the phone at him.  My hand was still on the receiver.  "I'm calling the police if you don’t leave right now."

"Of course then there's Tabatha.”  He picked up another picture from the mantle.  “Samantha told me that she's only 13.  I wonder if she's interested in boys yet?  I wonder if she’ll succumb to the attention of a handsome seventeen year old?  Or will I pick a time when she’s walking home from ballet and just have my way with her.  She looks so sweet in her pink leotard and tights.  And such a cute little nickname too; Tabby right?"

“She’s my baby,” I groaned.  “Don’t you dare touch her.”

He moved up next to me as I lifted the phone to my ear and grabbed my hand.

“You’re hurting me,” I complained.

“Then don’t make me angry,” he glowered as he forced the phone from my hand.  He took a deep breath and brought his face up next to mine and grasped my cheeks and squeezed.  “Yes I think that I’ll take Tabatha first.  Just the thought of forcing my big cock into her tight young pussy is getting me hard.”  He was so close I could smell the musky smell from his body.  I started shaking with fear.

He grabbed my hair with his left hand and twisted, bringing tears to my eyes.  He suddenly seemed calm, in control, although he kept his grip on my hair.   “So who’s it going to be?  Tabby or Sam” he paused for effect, “or you?”

I started to cry.  "This can't be happening."

"I might look like a boy, but I guarantee that you're going to love it.  You see I have a very big cock."

"You’re disgusting," I countered.

He grabbed my blouse with his right hand and ripped it open.  I tried to pull away, but he was too strong; his grip on my hair too tight.   He put his fingers under my bra cup and lifted it off of my left breast and then the right.  Tears streamed down my face as he admired my naked breasts.

“Don’t do this please,” I begged.

He grabbed my wrist and started pulling me down the hallway toward the stairs, but when we got to the stairs I grabbed the banister and held onto it with all of my strength.  He turned around, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.  I lost the leverage that I’d had on the banister and started crying as he effortlessly carried me upstairs.

“No, please no,” I wailed as he pulled off my shoes and socks while he walked.

“That must be your bedroom with the double doors,” he said.  As he walked down the hall he grabbed the back of my slacks and panties and pulled, exposing my butt cheeks.

The doors to our bedroom were open and he threw me onto the bed on my back.  I rolled over and tried to scramble away, but he again grabbed my slacks and pulled and they slid right off my legs.  He grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to the middle of the bed.  He ripped my panties off before climbing on top of me, straddling my naked buttocks.

I couldn’t move with his weight on top of me and I could feel the heat from his body through his leather pants.  He ripped off my blouse and unhooked my bra.  I was having trouble getting my breath with him on top of me and I pleaded, “I, I can’t breathe.”

“I’ll make you a deal Sarah.  If you quit trying to fight me I’ll get off.”

I had no intention of honoring my pledge, but I nodded yes.

He moved his left leg off of me and while kneeling on the bed he turned me over.  I was frantically trying to think what to do to get away when he cupped the V between my legs with his left and pulled my bra off with his right hand.  He slid two fingers between my pussy lips while capturing the nipple on my left breast between two fingers on his right hand.  “This will be sweet Sarah; I promise you.”

His fingers penetrated into my vagina and I turned my head away and closed my eyes.  “You need to get ready for me Sarah,” he said.  Despite my fear I felt myself getting moist as his fingers probed inside of me.

He got off of the bed and pulled off his leather boots.  Unbuckling his belt he pulled his pants down and stepped out of them.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I gasped when I look at his semi-erect penis.  

“Wait til you get me hard,” he boasted.  “It’s ten inches long.”

“There’s no way you’re putting that thing inside of me.”

“Oh yes I am.  Or would you prefer I put it into your daughters first?”

“No, please.  You don’t have to do this,” I begged.

“Sit up Sarah.”  He took my hands and pulled me up to a sitting position.  “Use your mouth.  Get me hard.”

I shook my head no and he grabbed my hair.  “Suck it or I’ll have little Tabatha do it.”

Crying I took his penis in my right hand.  My fingers almost didn’t encircle it.  I closed my eyes and took the head into my mouth.  Tears streamed down my face as his penis filled my mouth.  Maybe if I sucked him off he wouldn’t rape me, I thought, so I sucked and began stroking his hardening rod.  It didn’t take long before his rod was fully erect.  He was right; I couldn’t believe how big it was.

“That feels so good Sarah,” he said.  “Now lay back.”  He pressed against my shoulders, forcing me back down on the bed on my back.

He still wore the leather vest as he crawled onto the bed and knelt beside me.  I looked up at his hard ten inch penis suspended over me and then at his well-muscled chest and handsome face and closed my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

He leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth while his fingers slid between my pussy lips.  I felt my body responding and felt the moisture between my legs.  “That’s right Sara.  Get nice and wet for me.”  He gently rubbed my clitoris and I bit my tongue to try to stop the sensations in my groin.

He moved between my legs and holding himself up with one arm, he directed his hard member between my pussy lips before slowly lowering his hips.   His cock head pushed my lips apart and slowly entered my pussy.  It was painful and I protested, “You’re too big and I’m not wet enough.”

He stopped and asked, “Do you have any lubricant?”

I wasn’t about to help him rape me and I remained silent.

“It’s your choice Sarah.”  He tried pushing in me farther.

“Ow, you’re hurting me.”

“Well?” he asked.

I pointed to the night stand.  He pulled out and leaning over, removed the bottle from the drawer and first spread it liberally over his erection and then he lubricated my pussy lips with his fingers.  “We want to make sure that you enjoy your first time don’t we?”

The boy spread my legs farther apart and climbed back between them onto his knees.  He put one hand down next to my shoulder and used the other to direct his hard pole into my pussy.  He slid it in about six inches while watching my face.  This was as deep my husband penetrated and I was staring back at him with a mixture of fear and dreaded anticipation.

He slowly lowered himself further until another two inches were inside of me.  I stared into his beautiful blue eyes with and surprise at the sensations that it caused.  I’d never had so much manhood inside of me before.  I could feel the nerves the entire length of my vagina as his cock stretched my pussy more and more.

He lifted his buttocks and pulled most of the way out and then slowly lowered again and slowly began pumping.  The sensations were incredible, but I couldn’t let him know.  I watched his face as he watched mine and I felt the muscles in my vagina accepting his length and girth.

He had his arms extended over me and I lifted my head and saw that he wasn’t pushing all of the way in.  He was only sliding in about eight inches while he watched the look on my face.  I was trying to appear emotionless, but I’ve never felt such sensations so deep inside of me and I closed my eyes.

He pushed in farther and I gasped and opened my eyes and looked up at his angelic face.  “See, I told you that you’d like it,” he said.

And then he lowered himself all of the way and I turned my head to the side and let out a muted scream.  He kissed the side of my mouth and then kept still for a moment buried deep inside of me.  “Oh god it hurts,” I cried out.

“Shhh,” he said softly.  “Take a deep breath and relax.”  I took, what seemed like the first breath in minutes.  “That’s it; deep breath.”

I turned my head back and looked into his blue eyes.  He tilted his head to the side and kissed me, a warm and tender kiss.  But all I could think about was the ten inches of cock buried deep inside of me.  Ever so slowly he lifted his hips and slowly resumed pumping.  I squeezed my eyes shut. 

I would have never guessed that my pussy would accommodate such a large cock I found that the pain that it caused was offset by nerves firing in my vagina that I never knew existed.  I wanted him to stop, but didn't want him to at the same time.  I grabbed his butt and dug my fingernails into his skin without thinking.

He kept plunging into me for ten or fifteen minutes before I felt an orgasm building.  I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he was having on me, but my body was betraying me.  I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut so tight that it was making my eyes tear.  I realized that my hands, still gripping his ass, were trying to pull him into me as the orgasm tore through my groin and a groan escaped from my lips.

“Oh my sweet lovely Sarah,” he crooned.  He seemed in no hurry and after another ten minutes I had another orgasm.  “Squeeze my cock Sarah,” he whispered.

“Oh, oh,” I moaned.  Electricity shot from my groin to my toes and I arched my back to drive him deeper inside of me.  A long, low moan escaped from my lips.  I can’t begin to describe to you how incredible it felt to have such a big cock inside of me.

He kept it up a slow pace for another ten minutes and I was becoming exhausted by the sexual energy going through my body.  He kept whispering to me how good I felt and how wonderful a lover I was.  Finally he started groaning.  It felt like he was pushing himself even farther inside of me as he came and I had another almost painful orgasm.  I lifted my legs and locked my feet behind his back while he shot his load into my pussy.  Thank heavens I was on the pill because I was sure that his seed was being deposited directly into my womb.

When he climbed off of me I felt chilled as our mingled perspiration evaporated on my chest and stomach.  

He stood next to the bed, looking down at me with a very satisfied and smug smile.  "You were fantastic Sarah and I promise you that next time it won't be as painful."

"What do you mean, next time?" I asked in an exhausted voice.

"Oh I'll be back Sarah.  I told you that I want you to have my baby."

“Fat chance,” I thought to myself.  Now it seems that I was very fortunate that my husband never considered getting a vasectomy and I've had to stay on the pill all these years.  "Next time I won't let you in," I countered.

"Oh I think that you will.  After all you have your two daughters to worry about."

I realized that there was no way that I could take a chance of him having sex with my daughters and so I didn’t say anything more.

He walked over to the French doors and pulled open the curtains.  I couldn’t help but admire his slim hips and muscular buttocks.  “What a beautiful day,” he said.  “Next time we’ll have to have sex by the pool.”

Then he turned and looked at me while pointing outside.  “Who’s that old man out by the pool?”

“Oh that must be Arnold.  He does yard work and cleans the pool.  He comes by every Wednesday.  Please don’t let him see you.”

“Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully, still standing at the window with only the leather vest on.  “Did your husband hire him?”

“No I did.  I don’t think that my husband has ever met him.”

He raised his hand like he was going to knock on the window to get Arthur’s attention, but then turned to me and grinned.  "If you'll excuse me for a minute I really have to go to the bathroom now," he said.

I laid on the bed exhausted and paid no attention to the sounds of him peeing into the toilet.  As the toilet flushed I thought I heard him opening and closing the medicine cabinet.

He came back into the bedroom, his big cock limp, but still impressive.  "Well I'd take a shower with you Sarah, but I don't want to wash the smell of your perfume off of my body yet; or the smell of our sex for that matter."

He walked over to the bed and put his hand on my left breast and I flinched.  "You're so beautiful Sarah.  He moved his hand down to my flat stomach and flashed a brilliant smile.  "Before long you'll have my child growing in there."  I shivered from his touch.

He lifted his hand off of me and picked up his black leather pants and put them on.  The bed sagged as he sat on the edge to put on his boots and I rolled up against him and my hip came in contact with the cold leather of his pants.  I tried to ignore the contact.

He stood up and said, "Don't get up; I'll let myself out."

I lay naked on the bed until I heard the front door slam and then I moved around to a sitting position.  My skin felt clammy and wet from sweat and my insides felt sore.  Bracing myself with my hand on the furniture I stood and then half limped into the bathroom.  Turning on the shower, I let the water get hot while I sat on the toilet and pee'd.

Chapter 2
For the next few days I was almost a nervous wreck.   I kept watching the rear-view mirror after dropping the girls off, but saw no sign of him.  I was beginning to feel safe.  It was exactly a week later and I pulled into the garage and immediately closed the garage door in case he was outside.

I sighed with relief before I opened the door into the kitchen.  He was sitting at the table drinking one of my husband's beers looking smug in his tight leather pants and vest.  "I expected you fifteen minutes ago," he said.

"How did you get in?"  My heart pounded in my chest.

"Oh I stole your house key.  But you can have it back.  I had a copy made."  He got up and handed me the key.  “Have you missed me?”

“I hoped to never see you again.”

“Oh Sarah that’s no way to talk to the father of your next child.”  His arrogance was unbelievable.  "Today I want to go outside and screw by the pool."

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He quickly grabbed my wrist.  “Do you like it better when I get rough with you?”

“You’re hurting me,” I protested.  He twisted my arm.  “Alright, but not out by the pool.  Arthur comes by today."

"Oh I'm sure that he won't mind.  I'll be that he wishes that he were younger, he'd screw you himself." He held out a two piece bikini that belonged to Samantha.  "Here, put this on."

 "I can't wear that; it's my daughters.”

“I know, but you don’t have a bikini; I looked.”

“It’s too small."

"You're about the same size; except your tits are bigger is all."

"What if I ruin it?"

"Then buy her another one.  Besides, you won't have it on for long."  He held the bikini closer to me and reluctantly I took it.

I started to walk toward the bedroom to change, but he took a hold of my arm.  "Put it on here," he quietly insisted.  I hesitated and he said, “Do you want me to rip your clothes off of you again?”  I shook my head no and started to unbutton my blouse.  When I was naked he said, “Kiss me Sarah,” and he pulled me up against his chest.

“Kiss my chest,” he commanded.  I closed my eyes and put my lips on his smooth, muscular chest.  He hugged me too him and his leathers felt cold against my skin.  He lifted my chin and we kissed.  Yes, I kissed him back, a boy young enough to be my son.

While we kissed I helped him peel off his pants.  “I don’t even know your name,” I said.

“You can call me Tommy.”

“Okay Tommy, do you have a suit?”

“I don’t need one.”  I started to take his leather vest off, but he stopped me.   “No, I like to leave it on.”

I shrugged my shoulders and took his limp penis into my hand.

"Oh yeah, I also brought you this."  He handed me a plastic bottle of vaginal lubricant that he'd taken from my nightstand.  "Why don’t you get us both a little slippery?"

Flipping back the cap, I squirted it onto my fingers and lubricated his shaft, which was already responding to my fingers, and then after another squirt from the bottle I stuck my fingers into my vagina.  He just watched, grinning, while is spread my legs and liberally spread it around in my pussy.  Enjoying the lust on his face, I took my time and spread my pussy lips so that he could watch me rub it into my clitoris.

He took my hand and led me out to the pool.  It was a beautiful morning and unseasonably warm.  "Why don't you sit on the lounger and get me hard."

I sat as he turned to stand in front of me and waited expectantly. Finally, taking a deep breath, I took the head of his penis between my lips.  It didn’t take long before I was sucking on the end of ten stiff inches.

"Lean over the lounger so that I can take you from behind."

I started to pull down the bikini bottoms, but he held up his hand.  "No I want you to keep them on.  I want you to think about me fucking your daughters because that’s what will happen if you don’t have my baby."

Despite what he'd said earlier, he made me keep Samantha's bikini on.  He just pulled the bottoms to the side and pushed his hard tool part of the way into my already lubricated vagina.  Just like before, he didn't wait long before he was pushing his ten inch cock deep inside of me.  His big cock was stretching me to the limit, but in spite of that the pleasure/pain was intense but after about ten minutes I started moaning.

Tommy was pushing me forward with each thrust and I closed my eyes and grasped the sides of the lounger to keep from falling forward.  It was then that I heard the garden gate squeak.  I looked up; it was Arnold, our gardener.  He had a hose wrapped around his shoulders and a rake over the other side.  He hadn't seen us yet and I willed him to turn around and work in the front yard.  Of course he didn't.  He was almost to the pool and we were sideways to him.

Tommy pushed into me extra hard and I moaned, “OH!” and shut my eyes for only a second.  When I opened them I saw Arnold staring at us with his mouth open.  I hoped that he might think it was my husband fucking me from behind, but Tommy looked so obviously young.

Tommy unhooked the bikini top while he plunged into me and the top slid down my arms, baring my breasts for Arnold to see.  Then Tommy grasped my hips and began plunging into me faster and despite myself I closed my eyes and groaned again.  When I was able to open my eyes I saw Arnold still staring at us, his eyes wide.  He was frozen in the same spot carrying the rake and hose.  Tommy pushed into me even faster and closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Suddenly I heard Arnold say, "Mrs. Morrison?” I opened my eyes and looked right into Arnold’s.  And then he turned and fled.

“Wasn’t that fucking awesome having someone watch us screwing,” said Tommy.  “He didn’t see us until you groaned.  That was great.”

I tried to ignore the feelings his cock was causing in my pussy.  “What if he tells my husband?” I managed to ask.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think he will,” he said as he kept up the pace.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I realized that I’d found it erotic too.  I tightened the muscles in my vagina and squeezed as I felt another orgasm building.  “OH GOD!” I screamed.  Tommy thrust into me several more times before pushing his groin against my ass cheeks and I felt him cumming deep inside of me.

His body jerked several times as he finished depositing his load.  I could hardly catch my breath and my legs felt rubbery.

He stayed buried inside of me for several more minutes while he caught his breath and then he said, "Come on, let's go in.  I don't want us to get sunburn.”

He took my hand and led me into the house.  He was right about one thing from last week, my pussy had gotten used to his bigger cock.  I was able to walk normally as he led me upstairs.  He opened the door to Tabatha’s room.

“What are doing?” I asked.

“Just being nosy.”

Tabatha’s room was all neat and tidy and full of stuffed teddy bears.  He looked at the pictures on her cork board and seemed especially interested in the one of her with her braces on.  I stood patiently at the door while he touched her favorite teddy bear.

He wandered past me.  I closed Tabatha’s door as he opened Samantha’s.  It was a mess and had posters of boy rock stars on the wall.  “Why don’t you take off her suit and put it back in the drawer over there where I found it?” he said.

I took the top off and then stepped out of the bottoms, noticing that the crotch was soaked from our sex.  The boy noticed it too and he took it from my hand and held it up.  “It looks that some of my sperm leaked out.  We’d better get you a refill and we have enough time before you have to go pick up your girls."

He laughed at his own wit.  “Let’s fuck on her bed.  Just think how grossed out she’d be if she knew her mother was screwing the boy she’d met at the concert on her bed.”

“I’m kind of grossed out myself.  Let’s go into my bedroom.”

“I want to fuck you again Sarah and I want to do it in here.”

“Why do you always have to say fuck or screw?  Can’t we make love?”

“Sure Sarah, let’s make love on your daughter’s bed.”

Resigned, I pulled back the sheets and sat down on the edge of my daughter's bed.  He moved over to stand in front of me and I started sucking and stroking his cock.  He seemed to have amazing recuperative power and in no time he was hard.  Gently he pushed me back on the bed.  I was still plenty wet from before and he had no trouble sliding in as he mounted me.

We kissed while he began raising and lowering his hips.  He began kissing my neck and I was nearing another orgasm when he said, “So Sarah, if we’re making love; do you love me or just my big cock?”  I didn’t bother to answer as his big cock drove me into another orgasm.  He clearly enjoyed making me cum because when I was able to open my eyes I found him watching my face. 

He decided that we should change position and he had me roll on my side with my back to him.  Snuggling up to my back he slid back in.  He grasped my right breast and kissed my back as he resumed moving inside of me.

In the next twenty minutes I had another orgasm before he finally came.  Like before, he drove deep inside of me to deposit his seed as deep as he could.  Almost as soon as he’d shot his load into me he dozed off and we lay on the bed for another ten minutes with him buried inside of me.  I could feel his breath on my neck and his heart beating against my back while he napped.  I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes.

I awoke with a start and looked at my watch.  Tommy was still spooning me and I could feel his penis against my butt.  Even though he was snoring softly, he had an erection.   I rolled over onto my back.  “Wake up sleepy head.  I have to get moving.  I have to pick up my daughters in a little over an hour.”

“Over an hour?” he asked groggily.

“Yes, you have to go.”

He leaned over and kissed me and his erection pressed against my hip.  “How much over an hour?”

“About twenty minutes.  You have to go,” I repeated.

Instead of replying he climbed on top of me.  “Tommy no, there’s no time.”  He lifted his hips and slid inside of me.  I tried pushing him off.  “Tommy NO!”  He covered my mouth with his lips and began pumping.  I stopped pushing him away as his cock sent skyrockets through my groin.  “Oh god Tommy,” I groaned.

He didn’t toy with me.  He went faster and faster until his moans brought me with him and I had my what; tenth orgasm of the day, while he pumped more of his hot sperm into my pussy.”

After he dressed and left as I stripped my daughter’s bed to wash the sheets and her bikini I found that I was sore again.
Chapter 3
The next day I found an envelope attached to the front door with a piece of tape.  I opened it and pulled out a handwritten note from Arnold.  "Mrs. Morrison," it began, "I can't in good conscious stay working for you.  Please send a check for my last week's wages to my home.  I hope that you know that what you're doing is wrong."

Tommy didn’t return until Friday and we again had sex out by the pool.  But this time he allowed me to go out naked.  After he’d filled me with his sperm he told me not to have sex with my husband until I got preggo from him.  He said that didn’t want to take a chance that it was my husband impregnating me and not him.  I wasn’t about to tell him not to worry since I was on the pill.  This time, when we went into the house, he led me to Tabatha’s room and we made love in her bed.

He brought me to two more orgasms before he came inside of me.  He stayed on top of me with his cock buried inside until it was soft while he kissed my neck and shoulders.  “I love having sex with you Sarah,” he said.  “This is probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” I said sincerely.

“I want you to shave your pussy for me.”

“Hmmm,” I murmured with saying yes or no.  How would I explain it to my husband when he saw me naked?

But sex wasn’t on my husband’s mind when he got home.  He just wanted to know why the lawn hadn’t been mowed.

I told him, "He quit.  He told me that he was having trouble with his arthritis and couldn't keep working any longer.  I gave him a bonus and wished him well and now I have to find someone else."

On Monday as I drove home from dropping of the girls, I realized that I had gone from being anxious he would be waiting for me to being anxious that he wouldn’t be.  The entire weekend I found myself thinking about his muscular young body and how intense the orgasms I had from the big boner between his legs.  My heart was pounding in my chest as I pulled into the garage, wondering if he would be sitting in the kitchen when I got inside.

I wasn’t disappointed.  “Hello Sarah,” he said.

I tried not to smile.  After all it wasn’t appropriate that I should enjoy being serviced by this studly young man.  “Hello Tommy,” I replied, wondering what he had in mind for us today.

“You look especially beautiful today; very beautiful and very sexy.”  He smiled is hundred megawatt smile.  “Did you miss me?” he asked.

I felt my face flush with pleasure from his compliment.  I’d put on a silky blouse with a short skirt, thigh high stockings with no panties in case he visited me today.  I was pleased that he noticed.

“I missed you, you know,” he said.

I thought that it was a wonderful thing to say and I found myself grinning.  I gave up my act and walked over and kissed him.

“Did you have sex with your husband?”  I shook my head no.  “Good because I will get very upset if you do.”  I nodded that I understood.

“Show me your husband’s office.”  

Without saying a word, I took his hand and led him down the hall to my husband’s library.  He looked around at the complete orderliness of the room.  Papers were stacked neatly and square on the desk; pens and notepads in their place.

He laughed and said, “This reminds me of Tabatha’s room.”

I couldn’t help myself; I started laughing.  “You should have seen my apartment before I married Mr. Perfect.”  He smiled at me.  “I think that it was in our marriage vows that I keep a spotless house.”  He joined me in laughing.  “Well what do you want to do today?  We could go to the zoo or something,” I teased.

“Today,” he replied slowly, looking me up and down, “today I think I want you to seduce me.”

“Hmm,” I said.  “Let me think.”  I moved over and pushed papers off of my husband’s desk, sat on the end and crossed my legs.  Then I let my high heel dangle from my toes and looked up at the ceiling like I was deep in thought.  Bringing my index finger to my lower lip I said, “What can I do that you might find sexy?”

Still looking at the ceiling, I uncrossed my legs and spread them just enough so that he could see that I wasn’t wearing panties under the skirt, just black stockings.  I began slowly unbuttoning my blouse; all the way to my waist.  But I didn’t spread it; I just wanted him to see that I wasn’t wearing a bra either.

Tommy grinned and started rubbing his leather clad crotch.  “Maybe if I told you that I’ve been fantasizing about having your magnificent cock inside of me all weekend.”  I wet my lips.

I let my high heel drop to the floor and then pushed the other one off with my toes.  I brought my right foot up and crossed my legs, but with my right foot on my left thigh so that he could clearly see my exposed, bald pussy.

“You shaved for me,” he said.   “I wasn’t sure that you would.”

I hopped off of the desk and unzipped my skirt and pushed it down around my ankles.  I finished unbuttoning my blouse and stepped out of the skirt and then let the blouse fall to the floor.  I stepped over and pushed him down onto the chair and then squeezed my breasts together to capture his faced between them.

He licked my right breast, but I pulled away.  Turning around I swayed my ass over his lap.  He took a hold of my hips and so I moved away, out of his reach.  Turning around I swayed my finger back and forth in a no, no motion.

I put my hand on his bare chest and felt the tight muscles underneath.  As I moved my hand down to his stomach I noticed that his tight leather pants had an uncomfortable bulge going down the inside of his thigh.  I teased his growing erection through his pants with my fingers.

By now Tommy was breathing heavy and I could see the lust in his eyes.  I put both hands on his chest and rotated them around his hard pects all the while looking at him provocatively, pursing my lips and making “mmm” sounds.

My hands moved down to his flat, hard stomach and then I unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants, but then moved away.  He reached out for me and I moved out of his reach.  “Sir, customers are not allowed to touch the dancer,” I admonished him.

I danced around him, swaying my hips, touching him and letting him touch me briefly.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.  He got up, grabbed me and laid me on the desk with my legs spread, dangling down.  Unzipping his pants, he stepped between my legs and tried to push his rock hard cock into my pussy.  It was the first time since the first day that we hadn’t used lubrication, so I reached down, spread my pussy lips apart and coated my fingers with my own flowing juices.  He was breathing heavily, watching me impatiently while I moved my fingers around to wet the entrance to my pussy.

“Hurry up,” he said.  I smiled and lifted my wet fingers out and touched them against his lips.  He paid no attention to my fingers on his lips; he just drove his throbbing cock into my pussy.

I gasped.

He put his hands on my shoulders to brace both of us and began quickly pumping.  His hips went back and forth with an urgency he’d never shown before.

Sitting and facing him I was able to lean forward and watch his magnificent member going in and out of my pussy.  My desire soon matched his and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as he kept burying his cock up inside of me, setting me on fire.

We were both panting for breath by the time he cried out and filled my pussy with his cum.  I could feel it spurting from his cock inside of me and I screamed and had the most powerful orgasm ever.

An hour later we made love on the living room couch.  I was on my back with him between my legs as we made slow, sweet love when the doorbell rang.  We almost never have anyone come by during the day and it hadn’t occurred to me to close the shades.  My heart quickly accelerated as I looked over his shoulder and saw our busy-body neighbor standing on the porch.  Fortunately she was staring at the door and not through the window.

Tommy wasn’t bothered and his naked buttocks were still rising and falling over me.  “Stop moving,” I begged.

“Why, who is it?” he asked while he kept pumping and the doorbell rang again.

“It’s our nosy neighbor.  Please stop.”

He stopped moving and settled down on top of me with his cock buried to the hilt just as she walked over to the window and looked in.  “Don’t move,” I whispered.  I could feel my heart pounding against his chest.  He raised his ass and drove into me with a grin on his face.  “Tommy,” I pleased.  Thankfully she didn’t look down.

She had just barely left before he resumed.  When my heartbeat slowed down to a reasonable level I lifted my stocking clad legs up and locked my legs behind is back.  While he pumped, he asked, “Did she see us?”

“No, no thanks to you, you bastard,” I replied smiling.  He laughed and I did too. 

Then I groaned, “oh, oh.”  He kissed the side of my mouth, never altering his pace through my orgasm.

After we both experience a final orgasm, I fed him lunch in the kitchen.  He looked around and said, “I don’t think that we’ve had sex here yet.”  I was still naked except for the thigh highs and he still had only his leather vest on.  I knelt on the floor between his knees and began sucking him hard.

He was ready in no time and he lifted me up and sat me on the counter.  He moved between my legs and I directed his tool between my pussy lips as he kissed me.

Tommy came back on Wednesday and we made love three times in three different rooms.  I asked him if he was going to stop coming by now that we’d had sex in every room in the house.

He told me, “No, my work isn’t done.”

“What do you mean, WORK?” I asked.

“I didn’t mean it that way Sarah.  I mean I’m not sure that you’re pregnant yet.”

“I don’t think that that’s going to happen.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

As he was pulling on his leather pants I told him, “You might want skip Friday.”

“Because?”

“Because my period is due and…”  He didn’t let me finish.

“I’ll come by anyway, just in case.”

Friday I was looking forward to him waiting for me and he didn’t disappoint me.  We started over with the rooms.  First in my bed, then Samantha’s and finally in Tabatha’s room.

I wasn’t too surprised that I hadn’t had my period.  It was only one day late.  But, then on Tuesday it hadn’t come and on Wednesday after we’d had our marathon of lovemaking and after he climbed off of me the third time he commented, “I guess that you haven’t had your period yet?”

“No, I’m kind of surprised since I’m normally very regular.”

 “I’m not surprised.”

“Why aren’t you surprised?”

"Well do you remember the first time we fucked?  I’m sorry, I mean made love?”

“Of course I do.”

“And then I stole your house key?”  He didn’t wait for a response.  “Well the next day I let myself in after you left and threw out your birth control pills and replaced them with baby aspirin.
 
"Why would you do that?"

"Because I want to have more children."

"What do you mean; you want more children?"

"You're not the first Sarah.  I've had sex with several wives of prominent businessmen in the area and already have four sons and one daughter by them.  You’re now a member of a very exclusive club."

"You mean you've been raping other men's wives."

"Rape has such a nasty connotation.  I've never had any complaints so far and the way that you moan when I screw you I don't hear you complaining either."

"So you pick wealthy wives knowing that your offspring will be brought up in the best circumstances."

"You all haven't only been rich, but beautiful too.  I wouldn't want to have unattractive children would I?"

"And by picking women who've already have children you know that we're fertile."

"Exactly.  Brilliant huh?  Just think, when I'm as old as you..."

"I'm not old," I protested.

"Well someday I'll be able to look up one of my children, who's maybe a governor, a senator, or even the president, and say 'Guess what?  I'm your real father!"

"You've really thought this out haven't you?"  I started to count all of the times that he’d deposited his potent semen into in my now fertile womb.

“I brought you a present,” he said.

“What is it?” I asked, smiling.

He handed me a plastic bag from the drugstore.  “What is it?” I asked again.

“It’s a home pregnancy test.”

“Tommy I’m not pregnant.”

“Take the test and find out.”

“This is crazy.”

“Take the test Sarah,” he said sternly.

I looked at him.  He was dead serious.  “Alright, if it will make you happy; but it’s just a waste of time.”

He followed me into the bathroom and I pee’d onto the strip.  We waited for it to change color and I compared it to the color chart that came with the kit.  “Oh there has to be some mistake,” I said.

“Congratulations Sarah,” he said beaming.

“Tommy I can’t have your baby.”

“Yes you can Sarah.  I’ll tell you what,” he continued, “let’s talk about this on Friday.”

All day Thursday I made a list of all of the reasons that I couldn’t have Tommy’s baby and on Friday after we’d made slow, sweet love on the couch, I told him all of the reasons.

“Those are all very good reasons,” he said.  I smiled at him, grateful for his understanding.  “But,” he continued, “you are going to have my baby.”

“Tommy I can’t,” I protested.

“Yes you can,” he said with steel in his voice.  “Because if you don’t I will seduce both of your daughters and it will ruin all of your lives.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”  And I didn’t doubt him.  “This weekend, you’d better have sex with your husband,” he said coldly.  “It’s important that he believe our child is his.”

He took a deep breath and then continued in a much nicer tone.  “Sarah I’m not abandoning you.”  He touched my hair and pulled me close.  “You liked having babies didn’t you?”

I buried my face against his neck and nodded yes.  “Well then have our baby and don’t worry about anything.”

I cried when he left, but the next night I seduced John.  It was the most unsatisfying sex I’d ever had, but I climbed on top of him again Sunday morning.  My husband didn’t even notice my shaved pussy.

Amy I'm past the first trimester now and my once flat tummy has a modest bulge.  My husband was overjoyed when I had an ultrasound and learned that the baby was a boy.

My young stud quit visiting as soon as I got pregnant and I miss him terribly.  I imagine that he's sticking his big, wonderful cock into someone else's wife to produce more of his offspring.