Boho Baby Maer

As Eve lounged back on the antique chaise, pillows under her legs to ease the pressure on her overly large tummy, she read over the pages she had just typed. Writing this memoir was great for bringing back the memories of that time, two decades ago when she made the decision to become the...

Boho Baby Maker

Chapter Three

It had been six months now since that night that I had given myself over to the maddening effects of my runaway ovulation. Six months since I had allowed Jim, 20 years my senior, to plant himself deep inside me and release the life giving sperm that would eventually make me a first time mother. Six months of feeling my unborn child grow within my fertile womb. I still knew that I didn't want to keep the child. I couldn't keep the child. It was, however, getting harder every day, knowing that the molecular bonding between us was growing, getting stronger with each passing moment.

The fact that I still fucked Jim on an, almost, bi-weekly basis, didn't help my emotions in any way. I knew, on an intellectual level anyway, that I should distance myself from this man, this God-like being, that was, at this very moment powerfully exploring my luscious depths with his almost comic book like cock. I didn't know, or maybe just didn't want to know, where the real man ended and my, now twenty-one year old, schoolgirl fascination of him began.

The only thing I knew, for sure, was that I wasn't ready to settle down with any one man, but, when Jim made love to me...no...wait...scratch that. Whenever Jim fucked me raw like this, I knew my defenses were at their lowest. Lord, how I wanted to please him. All I could think about was making this man happy, giving him everything he wanted. That was an incredibly dangerous way of thinking. I was her own woman, God dammit. I couldn't, or wouldn't cleave unto one man. It was unthinkable. Unfortunately, when he was balls deep in me like this, it was suddenly very thinkable. What was I going to do?

I knew that I couldn't go on like this. So far, he hadn't put me in the position of making any promises or vows while under the almost mesmerizing influence of his magnificent cock, but that, I was sure, was just a matter of time. All I knew, at this moment, was that I felt like the luckiest woman in the world to have this man, the father of the child I was carrying, plowing his thick cock in and out of me. My Goddess, life was good.

Suddenly, I felt him start to pick up speed. I knew my reward was close at hand. Soon, he would be filling me with more of that delicious, life renewing cream that his balls were so full of. He would soon be bestowing upon me the gift of his cum. Wait. The gift if his cum? Who even thinks like that. I'm getting fucked...and fucked very hard and, boy, does it feel good. That's the headline here.

As he came deep inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, to feel him as deeply as possible. I could feel the jerk of his cock as he released wave after wave of thick white cum inside my waiting womb. I could relax and enjoy the feeling, knowing that the damage had already been done and the impregnation was a reality. After six months of dealing with the changes in my body, the enlarged and tender boobs, the ever growing mid-section, the swollen feet, the hemorrhoids, all the sexy things that come with being knocked up.

As he finished 'painting' my insides, I could feel his body relax. Soon, his cock would retreat and leave me with that 'empty' feeling again. "Please suck on my nipples." I implored. "They need your attention."

"Mmmmmm," he started. "No rest for the wicked, I guess." He placed his masterful lips on my left nipple and went to work. He would gently place his teeth on top and bottom and expertly flick my nipple with his tongue. I had replaced my sterling barbells for some, more comfortable silicone rings. Jim really seemed to enjoy them and they were a lot more comfortable for me as my tits grew.

As he tended to my nipples, I could feel my ever lubricated pussy becoming even wetter as my fluids mixed with the deposit he had just made. I could feel our mixed DNA drip past his flagging cock and ooze down into my butt crack. The wet and breezy feeling on my ass stepped up my excitement and brought me that much closer to my 'happy ending.'

He seemed to know what I needed on an instinctive level. At that moment, he reached down and pushed some of this magical DNA elixir into my ass with his middle finger. The feeling of his very masculine finger invading my most private area in concert with what he was doing to my nipples, just pushed me over the edge. I started cumming. Great Goddess, did I cum.

It was like a never ending waterfall, an unbelievable chain of events that were strait out of a wet dream. His finger in my ass made me cum, which increased the fluids from my pussy, which flowed into his hand and onto his finger and into my ass, which made me even hotter, which made me cum harder. It was a truly unearthly feeling.

Ironically, before I was pregnant, I could take or leave anal play, but now, whether it was hormones or pressure or whatever, I just couldn't get enough of it. I came and I came hard. I don't know what it felt like from his vantage point and I don't really care. Make me cum again and again, you sexy mother fucker.

I like to consider myself a woman who is in complete control of herself at all times, but not with him. I moaned to the point of screaming. Jim could make me orgasm like nobody has ever been able to before.

When he was finally finished and his cock had been retrieved, he lay beside me, both of us panting. It was a few minutes before either of us could speak. Thank goodness for that. This was the worst time to ask me questions. At this point, I would have given him anything he would ask for. I wouldn't have been able to help it. This was my truth serum, my kryptonite.

"Jesus, that was good." He finally said.

"Good?" I asked. "It was only good to you?" I loved busting his balls over this. "I'm lying here in a puddle of spunk and my own fluids, and you're just thinking it's good?"

"Okay." He rethought his answer. "That was unbelievable."

"That's better, you son of a bitch." I responded. "Good? What and asshole."

"Such language...and from a lady, no less." Was his retort.

"Hey, buddy. I AM NO LADY. Just ask anyone who knows me. You can call me slut or whore or an insatiable hose hound, but I am no lady. Got that, bub?" I said in mock anger.

"Holy shit, woman." He began. "Take a pill or something."

"Look you sack of shit." I joked back. "I did take a pill and look what you still did to me." I motioned to my more immense body. "You, you, you did this. Now you have to pay for it."

"Hey, look, missy." He came back at me. "I didn't spread your legs and...oh, wait. I guess I did. Okay, mea culpa on me for that one. Yes, I did this to you and I plan on doing it again." He stopped short there.

I looked at him square in the eyes. "What did you say?" I asked him pointedly.

He looked a little 'deer in the headlights' but only for a moment. He squared up his shoulders and doubled down. "I said, Yes I knocked you up. I'm glad I did. And I plan on doing it again, you little slut."

I raised my hand to slap him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I melted into him like a popsicle on an Autumn day. Nobody has ever been able to talk to me like that. Why can he? I kissed him. Not an ordinary kiss, but a soul sucking, curl your toes kind of kiss. A kiss that seemed to last for hours, even though hit was only a minute or so. I pulled back and looked at him.

"We can't do this." I said seriously.

"We can't do what?" he asked.

"You can't fall in love with me." I replied. "You just can't do it."

He looked at me with a look like a little puppy dog. "I'm afraid it's far too late for that."

"God dammit, Jim. I told you not to get serious. I fucking begged you to keep this light and fun." The joking was gone.

"Look, you bitch. I love you. I want to marry you and have lots of little bitches. What's wrong with that?"

I responded in anger. "I've told you what's wrong with that. I'm a whore. I like fucking different guys. Asking me to settle for one would be like asking a kid in a candy store to pick just one sweet. I can't do it. I won't fucking do it."

I got out of the bed and started picking up my strewn about clothing. He followed me out of the bed and grabbed me.

"Look into my eyes, you cunt and tell me you don't love me." He said sternly.

"Of course I love you, you fucker." Was my response. "It's because I love you that I can't let this happen. You deserve better."

"Better than what?" he asked.

"Better than me, God dammit. Better than me." I replied.

There was a long pause, then he looked at me. "There is no one better than you."

I started crying. You have to understand, I never cried. Sad movies, not a tear. Death of a family member, nothing.

"What's really going on here?" Jim inquired sincerely. "What is really going on?"

I looked at him, trying to put my feelings into words. I usually don't have a problem speaking my mind, but, in this case, the right words were elusive.

"Here's the thing." I started. "This is a world of double standards. Men who love to fuck a lot of women are called 'Player' or 'Stud.' Women who love to fuck men are called 'Sluts' or 'Whores.' It's the same dynamic but from two different perspectives. I love to play with the toys the Goddess gave me. There is no way a male god made the female form so perfectly sexual. We are designed, from our toes to our head, for sex. That is what we were created for, pure and simple."

I looked at him, square in the eyes as I continued. "I love you. I love everything about you. I love being with you, I love making lo...fucking you. I love, love, love every minute that we are together. There's no question about any of that. But, and this is a very big but. I also love fucking Derek and Steve and Mason and...shall I go on? It was what my body and mind were designed to do."

I stepped forward to take his hands. "As much as I love you, I love you too much to put you through that. It's only my selfishness that's kept me coming to see you as often as I have. I want to get fucked by you. I want you to nibble my tits, I want you to stuff my pussy full, I want you to play with my ass. It's all about me. You deserve better. I can not nor will I let you settle for anything less than perfection and the only thing I'm perfect at is thinking about myself. You don't deserve that and this child definitely doesn't deserve that. You want the baby and I'm thrilled with that, but don't expect me to bond with it. I can't. I'm just not capable."

I dropped his hands and turned to walk away. I stopped at the door and turned back to face him. "I really don't think we should see each other anymore." Jim started to interject. I raised my hand to him. "I really think it's for the best."

As I started to turn to go, Jim grabbed my arm and spun me back around. "Here's what I know." He started, forcing me to look at him. "When Helen died, I didn't think I would ever love anyone that way again. How could I? She was my life. I didn't intend to fall in love with you. It just happened. Would I love you to be my little 'stay at home', barefoot and pregnant wife? Of course I would. Who the fuck wouldn't? But I know that's not who or what you are. God dammit, I get it. To be quite honest, I fucking love who you are."

Jim leaned in to kiss me. Then he continued. "I would pick having you in my life part time any day of the week over not having you in my life at all. You can fuck anyone you want. It's just sex. As long as I have, even a small part of your heart, that's all I need." He kissed me again. He gestured to the house around him. "I'll make you a deal. Go back to school. Finish your degree. Then, when you're ready, come live here. I have this big house. I'll build you your own apartment here. You can come and go as you please. We can be together any time you like. I will never ask you any questions about where you are going or who you're going with. Your life will be yours. You can be, at least, a small part of your childs' life, without being responsible."

I interrupted him. "Are you listening to yourself? That's a fools deal. Not for me, but for you. You are offering me everything, leaving nothing on the plate for yourself."

"Exactly." He exclaimed. "You'd be a fool to turn this down. And trust me, a fool you are not." He stepped forward, spun me around and took me in his arms. He placed his hand on my ever expanding belly. "You are having my child, hopefully, only the first. I want you to be a part, whatever that part may be, a part of my life. I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life without you. Please, think about it."

I felt myself start to melt again. The sway he has over me is palpable. I could physically feel his love flowing into my body. I should have run, I'm talking flee that place, but I found myself saying. "I'll think about it."

He slowly moved his hands up to my to my naked tits. As if on command, my nipples hardened and I subconsciously leaned into his grasp. My ass, on it's own accord, started to subtly grind against his, now hardening cock. My legs became wobbly and I almost collapsed. He must have sensed this and lifted me off the ground and laid me back on his bed. He kneeled on the floor beside the bed.

"You're not going to propose again are you?" I asked.

"Not in the way you think." He responded. "I have an offer, not a proposal." He continued. "There is a suite of rooms on the second floor, you know, the one you're staying in." he began. "Design your dream apartment and I'll build in for you. Anything you want. You want a chilled wine closet, it's yours. You want a helipad, I'll create it for you. You name it...done. Just like that. I'll put in your own private entrance and a secret passage to my room. Whenever you want, you can use either door you feel like."

I put my fingers to his lips to silence him. "That is, in no way, fair to you."

Jim pretended to bite my fingers. I moved them. "What's not fair is not having you in my life." He leaned in for another kiss. As he kissed me, he crawled into the bed next to me. The feel of his naked body next to mine was intoxicating.

"You're not playing fair." I said. "You know I can't think straight when you do this."

"I know." He responded. "I have to take every advantage I have at my disposal. Would you have me do anything less? You deserve someone who will fight for you. I'm your guy. I will fight anyone on your behalf. Even you."

I smiled at him. "Have I told you recently that I love you?" I asked.

"I never tire of hearing it. I love you too, my sweet Evie." Was his response. Another kiss. This one much deeper. My pussy started to moisten again. I knew that this battle was lost. He surely didn't play fair, and, to be quite honest, I didn't want him to play fair. I wanted him to lie for me, cheat for me and fight for me. He was correct on one thing. I deserved that. I deserved the best and I believed that he would only give me the best. I raised an arm and pulled him back on top of me. I felt his now hard cock grinding against my ever wet vaginal area. I looked at him with love in my eyes.

"Not bad for an old guy." I started. "You know I'm going to fuck you til your dick falls off, don't you?"

He looked back with an equal measure of love and lust. "I'm looking forward to it. You know I'm going to keep you knocked up as much as you'll let me, right?" he asked.

"I'm looking forward to that." I replied. "This last six months have been like a dream. If the next three are even close, why wouldn't I do this again and again?"

"I'm going to remind you that you said that...every time I need to."

With that statement, he lifted up and guided his throbbing muscle into me, sliding deeply into my hot, wet body. He was slow and gentle, methodically touching every inch of my vaginal depths with his wonderful and well tempered cock. His technique was flawless as he took me on a guided tour of what heaven must feel like. This is physically what love must feel like. Even though my mind was telling me to take flight and flee, my body never wanted to leave this bed again.

I leaned my head back off the bed as my mind reeled. I opened my mouth and all that would come out was a deep guttural moan. As he massaged my pussy from the inside, I brought my fingers up to my nipples and started to massage them. I have never felt this content, this at home, this at peace with myself. He was like a drug to me. A drug I didn't want to rehab from. A drug I would ride into Hell if I had to. I felt, yet, another orgasm building within me. It started, as it usually does, deep within my core. As it emanated outwards, I started to shake. My pussy started to contract, seemingly to pull his manhood deeper into me. By the time my nirvana reached the surface, it was like my body was electrified. A current of sexual electricity moved through my body at lightning like speed.

I couldn't help myself but scream. My pussy started spraying its juices like a garden hose, covering both of us in a virtual liquid gold. My arms fell to my side as my body was on its own agenda. I have never felt such a thing before. I couldn't move, save for the spasms echoing through my body.

Jim pulled himself from inside me. There was nothing I could do to stop him. He rolled over and laid beside my boneless feeling body. I could feel nothing but the sudden emptiness of my well fucked hole, yearning for him to fill me again. He looked at me again.

"Not bad for an old guy, huh?" he asked.

For the first time ever, I had no smartass reply. I could find no pithy retort to zing him with. Not even a sarcastic comeback would enter my brain. All I could think to say was.

"What are we going to tell Derek?"

Jim thought about it for a moment, then replied. "That's a discussion for another time.

I, of course, knew he was right. That was a discussion for the future, not the present.

"So." He started. "Tell me about the apartment that I'll be building for you."

I looked at him as well as I could without lifting my head.

"I have no bones, no brain, no will and you want to talk about something serious? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

He leaned in to plant, yet, another kiss on my lips.

"So sorry, my love. I'll give you a few minutes to get your body back. Me, I'm going to the kitchen. Can I bring anything back for you?" he asked.

"You're not fucking human, you know. I'm half your age and you're running sexual circles around me. How is this possible?" I inquired.

"What can I say? I'm hungry." His words hung in the air as if they were smoke for an instant and he was gone. What the hell am I going to do, I asked myself.

I lifted my head to look down at my body. I could see my bulbous, dark nippled tits, silhouetted against my expanded midsection. Six months ago, this would have been the last sight I would have ever thought I'd see. Six months ago, my life's trajectory was completely different than it was right now. Six months ago, I had no more worries than who my next lay would be. Whose dick would I suck next? And now, look at me...barefoot, pregnant and, for all intents and purposes, engaged to a man twice my age. What the fuck?

I let my head fall back to the bed, looking up at the ceiling. A million things were now running through my head. Is it time to give up my whoring, in exchange for everything any woman could ever want? And what about that attorney? Should I tell Jim what he talked to me about? It would be my decision. Jim would have absolutely no say in the matter. Why do I care so much about what he thinks, anyway. It's my life. But I love him and my decisions will affect him. God dammit, why is this so hard? It's not fair.