Marie
I never got a chance to tell Trent how I felt, and it was probably for the better. Because for the last two nights he was with me, he was in my bed as soon as the sun set until the first crack of dawn, our loving so intense, so true, so incredible, our bodies tangled together, struggling, coming together again and again, releasing in one another, with one another in pulse after pulse of ecstasy.
And I knew I wasn’t dreaming when I say Trent felt it too. The big man didn’t say anything, there were no words for the emotions, but I could see it in his dark blue eyes, the anguished look sometimes when he thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel it in the way his hands trailed over my curves as if memorizing the sweet hills and valleys, sliding softly between my cunt lips to feel the shape of my inner channel, where I’d cushioned him so many times, my engorged flesh molded to his hot flesh.
But to be fair, Trent held up his end of the bargain as well, he didn’t come in my pussy even once, always making sure the dildo was there when I orgasmed. Because the toy was absolutely part of our love play, and the purpose of our entanglement was allegedly “practice.” But it ground on him, I could tell. The thought of another man’s hot sticky semen was too much for any man, and we never went on to the next step, always just playing with the dildo, making sure it was in me deep when lightning and thunder struck.
Because what could he say? Don’t do it, Marie, I’ll be your baby daddy. I’ll leave my career as a pro athlete to be your boyfriend, settle down like a happy little family? We both knew that was impossible, we’d never reach the Emerald City. So instead, our voices were silent, our bodies doing the talking, coupling again and again, struggling, seeking solace in one another, Trent showing me see colors I’d never seen before, a dazzle of rainbows that lifted me off the bed every single time I crested. Because this was a twenty year-old male embarking on a high stakes career, and I couldn’t hold him back. I didn’t want to. He was magnetic, ambitious, and compelling, and I couldn’t be a drag, a shackle around his ankle as life exploded, the pursuit of his dream.
So instead, we took what we could from one another, our bodies hot, tangled, simmering with hard loving, the pounding so satisfying, yet unsatisfying as well. Because we had a meeting of the physical but the emotional was a complete mess. We cared about each other, I loved the man, and yet there was no future. And so desperately, I went at him harder, begging him to take me every which way, offering myself, every position, every inch of my body, every sweet hole available to his hands, his mouth, and yes, that huge cock.
But like everything else in the world, all good things come to an end. I woke Monday morning and a deep depression sank onto my shoulders, pressing me into a blue-grey fog, making it difficult to breathe. Because Trent was gone for good this time, his big body departed. It wasn’t unusual for him to sneak off in the mornings, leaving my bed silently to lay on the couch again before Robbie got up. But this time it was different. The vibrations in the house were off, there was no big man sleeping on the sofa, the house was somehow emptier, almost ringing with echoes, like I was a doll in a lonely mansion.
So I got up, heart heavy, knowing without having to look that Trent was gone for good this time. He was back with the team, back off to his itinerant lifestyle that meant traveling all over the county, a game in a different city every night, long bus rides, endless practices and hordes of women. That made me crumple a bit, the groupies at every stop, young, beautiful, offering themselves at every opportunity, nubile and only too happy to sleep with a handsome pro athlete on the cusp of success.
Shit. I almost gave up then, it fucking hurt. But what did I expect? That Trent would be here forever, keeping me warm day after day, night after night? We’d made a deal for a week, and the week had ended, just like the sun rises each morning and sets again each evening. There was no way to halt the passage of time, and our honeymoon was over, done for good. So I trudged to the bathroom, forcing my feet to move despite the fact that they felt like lead blocks. Any other morning I would have been radiant and glowing, with a pep to my step, but my heart was empty this time, missing the big man, and it was all I could do to put one foot in front of another.
Shoulders sagging, I flicked on the bathroom light, looking at myself in the mirror. Fuck, in ten minutes I’d aged ten years. My hair seemed faded, skin sallow, my brown eyes more mud-colored than chocolate. But then I saw it. Oh shit. Because there, on the bathroom counter, was a little paper cup filled with white, frothy liquid. With a tentative hand, I reached out, lifting it, squeezing the paper slightly, even sniffing the contents. Holy fucking shit, it had to be. The liquid was warm, bubbly, with a certain tang and viscosity that I’d come to know so well. It was Trent’s come. He’d left me with a memento, a sample of his DNA, spurted into this little cup. But why? Why would he do this?
Holy shit. My mind flew in all different directions, grasping at possibilities. It’d been a mistake, he wanted me to have something of his, nothing cheesy like a ring or a sports jersey. So he’d left me his cum. But what was I going to do with it? Smear it over my body? I thought seriously about that one, it sounded good to me, I’d love nothing but to bathe in his semen, to rub the hot jism all over my breasts, tease it into my pussy, dab a bit onto my asshole as a reminder of him. But there had to be another reason.
And suddenly, I knew with a certainty what it was. If I wanted, I could inseminate myself with his sperm. He’d been careful not to come in my pussy, coming in my ass a million times, but never spurted the good stuff into my cunt. And now, he was leaving me with a deposit, a way to feel his hot jizz deep in my insides, to do the dirty if I was brave enough.
And oh god, I wanted it so bad that I went for it without a second thought. With trembling hands, I got out the syringe and pushed the head into the small cup of jism, withdrawing the plunger to suck the precious fluid inside. And then I sheathed the syringe in the rubber dildo, the inseminator finally complete with all working parts in place.
I considered doing it in bed, spreading my legs and pushing the dildo in deep there, where we’d spent so many hours coupling, the big man taking me to Heaven and back, again and again, riding my body hard, both of us tangling, twisting, spasming with ecstasy and joy, pure unadulterated pleasure at the togetherness, the amazing electricity of meeting the one.
But I couldn’t for some reason, I didn’t want to get back in the sheets that smelled of Trent still, the musk heavy with our sex scent. So I stepped into the shower instead, cranking the water extra hot and let the spray pound my body. Oh yes, this was the way to go. Moaning, I pretended the big man was here with me, running his hands over my curves, teasing my nips, pulling at each one, twisting the hard nubs before popping off the tips. I pretended that his hand was between my legs, his dicktip pressed against my asshole, ready to take me again. And inevitably, my body began to pulse, my pussy moistening, growing hotly wet as my fingers slid over my private parts, imagining it was Trent.
Seizing the dildo from the shower ledge, I did it then. I pressed it into my pussy, spreading my lips, edging my hot cunt down on the thick rubber, squeezing, taking it deep within myself, moaning lustily as I thought of my lover. Oh god, yes, yes, yes, this was it.
Picturing the big man, his hot, throbbing dick, the way it owned me every which way, pressed against my lips, in my mouth, up my back end, rubbing between my thighs, pushed me over the edge immediately. I came so hard, pussy squeezing furiously, clenching and spasming that I almost forced the dildo out, it literally slipped a few inches from my cunt, slippery and slick. But with the last remnants of self-control, I grabbed it and pushed it back in before taking a deep breath and depressing the plunger. Immediately, liquid spurted. Oh yes, oh yes. A huge, hot gust of Trent’s semen splashed into my cunt, my hot, slutty pussy convulsing even harder, knowing what it was, eating it, drawing it deep into my fertile insides. Because I wanted it. I wanted his semen in me, I wanted to have his baby, and by leaving a sample his sperm for me, still warm, still bubbly, Trent was telling me that he wanted it too.
I breathed hard, letting my body ride the waves, eyes opening slowly even as my pussy twitched reflexively, the dildo still in deep. Oh god, it was so good and I braced a hand against the wall unsteadily, trembling, feeling the sweet ooze within myself, what I’d craved for the last week. Because I wanted a baby, and more specifically, I wanted a baby with Trent. It was the culmination to this taboo week, to the hours of loving, of hot coupling, the entanglement with the big man. Because despite everything, I’d lost myself … heart, mind and soul to my son’s best friend.