GEMMA MAKES SURE IT HAPPENS
Gemma had reckoned that following her horny and monstrously well-endowed father-in-law's pursuit of her, and finally her submission, he would find her and an unlikely affair would soon be ended. But things didn't go to plan, or her inhibitions at the idea of Stan Maguire fulfilling the role of a sperm donor had kept it from happening.
"This way we keep it in the family," he had suggested the first time that Stan had spoken of a possible solution to her problem; that of failing to conceive.
Two months ago, it had begun to make a lot of sense, but now she wondered what prevented her dream from becoming a reality. Keeping her affair with Jake's father a secret was becoming more difficult. The alterations to the house were almost done and the excuses for Stan being there and dealing with it all, and whenever she was not at work, difficult to sound believable.
But she had become like the moth attracted to the light, getting closer and closer to forbidden moments with a man she was undoubtedly fond of and who had finally succeeded in seducing her. She'd become lost in the emotional and physical mayhem that the man had aroused in her; she always felt wasted by his stamina and his control; dismayed that he could bring her to a climax and delay his until he could bear it no longer and they climaxed together, the quantities of semen more than she got from her husband.
Having sex, making love, sharing the heat had taken on a new purpose and had torn away her resolve not to succumb to the raging pleasure that Stan brought to the act. She wanted to get pregnant, by him if it was not to be Jake, but she was not intent on sleeping with both men without the only result that she truly craved. She had lost count of the times she had been called selfish before the first time Stan had taken her to bed and a purposeful, yet unsuccessful affair had begun.
She thought of this again as she moved across the room, her footsteps loud on the uncarpeted floorboards that were spattered with paint and yet to be cleaned. Stan always pouted as a sign of approval of what he saw, of her, and she had never gotten used to meeting that look and hearing the soft coaxing words that went with it. Now that they were lovers, she knew how purposeful his look and spoken words had become.
"You know that the time's right again," she told him, in her soft voice, as Stan stopped what he was doing and closed the space between them. She gripped his outstretched hand.
"The time's right for me to be with the sexy young woman that I see before me, again," he replied, sincerely, as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Please don't fail me again," Gemma whispered in reply and in her customary direct ways of speaking. The sex with Stan was off the scale but being unfaithful was taking its toll.
Her lips trembled and he stilled them by leaning in and kissing her gently, slicking his tongue over them before she responded and kissed him with a desperation that unnerved him for its intensity.
"It's going to be okay," he said trying to console her.
"For it to be okay I need to know that you've found me, that I'm pregnant. Jake isn't making it happen."
Her hands clutched at his back, and he soon delighted in how she pressed her breasts against his chest and clung to him as they kissed, her lips moving to press forward so that she could feel his erection pressing against her tummy.
"I want it to happen too...and I don't like to think I've failed you."
He couldn't stand to hear her words of criticism or was it a disappointment that he had failed her so far, blessed as he was with what she took into her body, and they fucked like demons. He felt that he was on fire, the ache in his groin a sure sign that she had again gotten to him and the idea of claiming her in whichever way that Gemma wanted or demanded of him.
"No, not in here!" she gasped, his touch to her thighs as her skirt was lifted too much to bear.
"And you're going nowhere!"
He stopped her as she rushed out onto the landing and restrained her. He put both his hands on her heavy breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples, these claims upon her arousing a rush of wetness.
"It's time, my time to do it with you again!"
Jake had been taken during the night and now it was Stan's turn to claim her. One hand moved down over her belly to press into the fabric of her swaying skirt, between her legs before it cupped her mound and clamped upon it in a slow and persuasive rhythm.
"Stan...Stan...this is crazy! You're so hard and strong again!"
"You get to me, and you know that." Stan delighted in all that she brought to his sight and touch. Gemma would open for him, she always did, and they would climb to the heights of forbidden pleasure.
She shivered, feeling the rush of aberrant longing for him. She had slept with both men, with Jake and Stan, yet she knew with livid certainty, however, who the father of her longed-for child would truly be.
His breaths and hungering kisses were on her throat as she lifted her head to meet these claims upon her. She shivered and felt the gush of expectancy as she pushed her hips forward to meet the clamping and tugging caresses of his hands upon her.
"Here...out here on the landing?" she gasped, in dismay, as she felt his hands pull on her skirt and then brush over the warm skin of her thighs until his fingers found her, brushed over her tummy, then under the hem of her panties.
"Yes, out here, and we do it without any more words or delay. Make this the place where it happens for you!"
His fingers had drawn aside her panties, and she felt his touches brush the spiral of hair on her cleft, then slowly enter her body in slow probing and seducing claims.
"Stan...Stan!" she called out on gasps for breath. "You're always so wild...so passionate...so eager!"
Her hands clamped on his jeans, felt him unzip them and fumble, Stan moving awkwardly to ease that pole of hard flesh out and then have her touch it. Stan brought so much; he wasn't circumcised, but his foreskin was stretched over a big glistening knob that brushed against her thighs.
"Turn around!"
Stan's hands gripped her shoulders, and she was made to face away, her back to him. Gemma felt her feet being pushed apart in small sideways steps. There then followed the thrill of his caressing touches to her thighs as he lifted the skirt until it was gathered at her slender waist. There was the urgent tugging aside of her panties as he fully opened the way to her soft and moist flesh.
His fingers stroked and probed her expertly; there was no fumbling, only the rushes of pleasure that his touches and who they were to each other brought to the moment. Gemma trembled as he pulled on coarse hair and she was made to lean forward. She sensed a moment's hesitation before she felt the tingle of Stan thrusting into her...purposely slow and deep, the slip of his skin over her buttocks sending thrills of pleasure coursing through her belly.
How full he always made her feel. This time it felt that he would lift her off her feet because of his lustful and purposeful intent.
"Wow! Wow!" he yelled in a voice that she had not heard before. "Stop that!"
Her nails had stroked and pressed his belly as Stan bumped against her, his penis plumbing her where they stood, and as she continued to lean against the wall on one hand as the other groped for him.
"No, I won't stop and this time's so different" she yelled in reply even as she felt the first shudder of a climax course through her body.
Impossible! It couldn't be happening so soon, but she succumbed to the physical mayhem that he aroused in her, the pulses of longing that took her breath away. It felt too wild and different from other times, on her bed.
His movements went deeper and for longer until his thrusts and sway of hips became so purposeful, rhythmic and so pleasurably questing that she tensed her pussy's muscles and worked him, keeping Stan's prick deep within her moist heat. All restraint had been forsaken.
She quivered out of longing and continuing fear of all that they had embarked upon.
"Crazy! This is crazy...so utterly crazy!"
She was in a dance, impaled on his shaft of searching flesh, and felt the rise of another approaching climax and conceded to all that he sought of her. Stan continued in his possession of her as if she could take all that he had to give and encouraged him.
What a frenzy; what control he had! How could he have kept all of this from her again and for so long? She had often met his stilled looks upon her when they were in the company of others and knew what was again at work in him. When Jake sought her, she thought of two men making love to her: the images of them merging into one shapeless form.
She was obliged to lean forward some more, her legs spread and a lustful, well-endowed, man standing between them. It was a gross posture of submission to his hunger and to meet her demands for an impulse fuck, but she no longer cared. He bumped against her; she pushed back; the rhythm of their claims, upon each other's flesh unrelenting.
Had time stood still? For how many minutes had this been happening? Stan would soon succeed in bringing her to another shattering orgasm.
"Gemma!" he cried out. "We can do this...and we can do it together!"
"Stan!" she could not keep from screaming out in reply. "This is crazy...crazy...crazy loving! Stan! Let it all go!"
