Surrogate Ch. 2 (Stud) (Patreon)

Chapter Two:

Jean and Brad were distant for the rest of the day as they waited for Michael’s return. Jean showered and considered shaving, but she had sobered enough to not give that man what he wanted. She grew moist as she thought about him, though, and secretly looked forward to breeding with him again.

Meanwhile, Brad was a shadow of his former self. He seemed haunted as he floated from room to room for their home. It hurt Jean to see, and she thought about cancelling the whole thing. There were other ways to have children with Michael, after all. It was his sperm that they needed, not his sex, and they both knew it. They could always adopt, too. At this point, she just wanted to make Brad happy.

That evening, before Michael arrived, Brad approached Jean with his gazed fixed on the ground and his hands in his pockets. His shoulders were slouched and his body small. He looked like a shell of himself, half of the man that by Jean’s assessment was already half of Michael. “Jean…”

He was there for a long time before he spoke, and even when he did speak, he did not look at her. He seemed afraid to see her or acknowledge her. It hurt her, and it made her feel ashamed of the decision that he had pushed her to make. She felt guilty, but that guilt also made her angry.

“Jean, I want to support you in this, but I don’t know that I can watch you with him again.” He finally looked at her, and she saw tears in his eyes. He hid them with a sad smile that was a hollow as he was. His voice was on the edge of breaking, and suddenly all of her anger turned to shame and sadness. She felt bad for him that he was hurting this much, and though she wanted to comfort him, all she could do was sit and listen as he spoke to her. “Listen, I know that we have to do this. I know that I can’t…I can’t give you what you need to do your job. Michael can, and I’m glad to know that, but it feels weird watching you two. I know I pushed you into it, so I don’t want you to feel bad. I just think it will be better if I’m not there to watch, okay?”

Jean sat in stunned silence. When Brad had approached her, this was not the conversation she had imagined they would have. Deep down, despite the pleasure Michael had given her, she had hoped that Brad would apologize. Even if he hadn’t apologized, she had hoped he would have realized his mistake. Jean had been against adoption, but she would have preferred it to what happened that morning. Michael had hurt their relationship for both of them when he fucked her, but Jean felt like she could still walk away from him. With how big Mike was, Jean was afraid one more time with him would leave her unable to walk at all.

“Y-Yeah,” she whispered, and she smiled back at him. Her own smile was much more convincing than his was, but the hurt it put into Brad was disheartening. Neither of them wanted to do it, but Jean would forge ahead anyway. She didn’t want to have sex with Michael again, but she felt like if she didn’t, then she had put them both through turmoil for nothing.

She just had to get pregnant by him, then she could stop. At least, she hoped she could.

True to his word, Mike arrived that night to fuck Jean again. This time, Jean felt excited. She knew what he could do to her, and while she didn’t want him to do it, she at least knew it would feel good when he did. Their morning preview weighed heavily on her mind, like his big body weighed heavily on her bones. She had stripped and was waiting for him when he arrived, but this time she was on her belly so she wouldn’t have to watch him enter her.

Brad showed Mike up the stairs and then closed the door on him when he left. Mike snorted a laugh as he walked around to the edge of the bed. Jean had her forehead toward the headboard. He would have to climb on with her when he was ready to fuck her. “Well, would you look at that,” he growled, and he moved her feet to part her legs before he stepped out of his pants. His dick was plump and heavy, and Jean was stunned at his size when she stole glances at him over her shoulder.

“Got a thick fucking booty,” he told her, and he removed his shirt. He was right. Jean was spoon-shaped. Her breasts and rib-cage were small, but her hips were wide, womanly, and good for breeding. He smacked her bottom as he stroked himself, and though it hurt, Jean felt herself moisten in response. Holding her by one ass cheek, he stared intently at her wet folds. She was open and already waiting for him, but he sneered. “Still need a fucking shave, though.”

The bed groaned as he mounted and lined up. She felt his fat cockhead poke against her as he probed. Old semen oozed out of her as she spread for him. It eased his return and softened the reluctant ache of her body opening around him. His body was heavy against her as his belly forced her into the mattress. She braced her hands against the headboard and whined as he tilted her hips up to accept him. He didn’t stop until his pubic hair was against her taint and his balls were at rest between her thighs, and by then she had already come. Her toes curled, and she went rigid beneath him while he laughed. He held himself inside of her while she waited and kept one hand firm against her plump rear.

She didn’t breathe until her orgasm settled, and then all she could say was a whispered, “Fuck!!”

Michael grinned and asked, “Coming already?”

Jean only whimpered in response. Brad was downstairs, but she could still imagine the hurt in his eyes. She hated how big Michael was, and she hated how good he felt inside of her, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure as her entire body shook around him. He withdrew to his crown, and she remained open for him. The ache was gone, and all she felt now was an open, uncompromising hunger.

“Came back, didn’t I?” He swatted her ass again, and this time struck her hard enough to leave a red handprint on her pale flesh. It hurt, but the pain was softened by the deep thrust that followed. He withdrew again and said, “Gonna fuck a baby into you, just like you wanted.” As he spoke, he took hold of her dark hair and knotted it around her fist. He held her face against the bed and thrust again, and this time he kept moving without giving her time to recover as he growled, “Gonna pump you full and give you the kid your hubby can’t!”

Sex with Michael was a blunt, brute force pummeling without grace or technique. He was not good so much as he was overwhelming. It was genius, actually, the way he used his immense weight to put power behind his thrusts. It made it easy for him because all he had to do was let go. Momentum and gravity did the work for him, allowing his big, flabby body stamina that he otherwise wouldn’t have had.

Jean hated every second with him but could not resist the primal pleasure his rough, deep thrusts forced up into her. Even the feel of her hair wrapped tight around his fist was uncomfortable but erotic, and it added a new dimension to already incredible sex. Mike seemed a crude, thoughtless man, but that only made him better. He was a blunt instrument meant for fucking, and that made it okay. He would impregnate her because that is all he was really good for.

Jean squirted across him and left a wet mess across his fat balls as they hammered home against her clit. Each forward thrust sent shocking pleasure up her spine. He left her limbs feeling loose and almost numb as her fat bottom jiggled against his pelvis. Even the chaff of his rough pubic hair added texture to their coitus as he scratched her soft flesh. Her hips ached from cushioning the impact of his battering thrusts, and her scalp burned from the yanking, but the pleasure he gave always offset the pain she felt, and that was why she came.

Held to the bed and panting in pleasure, Jean soon found her face buried into a wet pool of her own spittle. She reached back and hugged him as she whimpered, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as he lifted her head to let her breathe. “Mike,” she crooned, her fingers curled tight in the sheets as he drilled her.

“I’m about to nut,” he whispered to her, and his voice was breathless with exertion. She could feel the sweat of his belly against her back as he hammered her and began to cry as he held herself steady for him.

“Give it to me,” she wept, and she braced in preparation for the flood. Her small breasts jiggled from the force of his thrusts, and her vibrant pink nipples were visibly stiff with pleasure. Behind her, Mike growled and held her by the hips as he forced himself into her depths. He pulsed and flooded her with thick, surging sperm. Even after his morning load, he has more than enough left to leave her full, and she can feel his warm, syrupy semen swelling her from the inside.

She tightened in climax and milked him as her body was primed for pregnancy. She enjoyed the rough sex, but her mind was set on breeding. At the back of her head, she told herself it was necessary. Deep down, however, she wondered if it really was. Yes, Mike seemed more than capable of impregnating her, but she figured other men were also capable without fucking so good.

They stayed together with their bodies joined like this as they caught their breath. Mike wheezed above her, and his heavy, hairy belly at rest against her back. He held her by the hair and laughed as he ground her face into the puddle of saliva she left in the mattress. “Look at you,” he growled with his dick still enormous inside of her and plugging her up with all of his semen. He really was built for breeding a woman, she realized. “You were drooling like a bitch in heat.”

Jean allowed a grin as he degraded her. She knew it was wrong, but this was the best sex of her life, and it made it hard for her to stay mad. In the afterglow of her orgasms, everything about Mike felt right. Whether it was his crude personality, or his large, hairy testicles pressed tight against her pelvis, to her it felt like this is what sex should be like. She wondered how she had put up with Brad, or anyone else for that matter, for all of those years, because she secretly loved this.

Finally, Mike sighed. “Fuck, that was good!” Then, he fell over onto the bed beside her. His dick slipped from her and slapped wetly against his thigh, and his removal sent a deluge of hot spunk gushing out of Jean and across her bedspread. By volume, it was more than she figured Brad could make in a week, and even then there was more than that inside of her. He had given her enough virile seed to drown her eggs, and that alone had made it time well spent.

Able to move again, Jean first pressed her legs together and hoped that would be enough to hold his seed inside of her. Then, she looked at Michael and smiled. He was not handsome, but her orgasms did make him pleasing to look upon. There was something very primal, even masculine, about the way he took up space on her bed. When he caught her staring, he grinned back at her and swatted her on the ass hard enough to shake her whole body.

“What time is it?”

Jean groaned and hid her face under a nearby pillow. “I don’t know,” she said, and she wiggled her hips. She was already sore, but her pussy was open and willing. She needed it to close so that she could keep his semen in her, but it felt impossible to her since he had successfully fucked her open.

“I’m hungry,” he said. He spoke plainly but also with childish expectation. Jean lifted her pillow and stared at him again, and though she still felt gratitude for the orgasms, she did find that his demanding personality was wearing some of the shine off of the apple.

“Then go home and eat,” she said. “You’ve done what you came here to do.”

Mike laughed and swatted her on the ass again. “Is that what you think,” he asked, and he grabbed her ass cheek and shook it to watch it move. Jean rolled her eyes, but she could not hide her smile. It flattered her that he showed her such interest. Brad would never be so bold. “I can go another two times tonight, easy, and one more in the morning before you go to work.”

Jean blushed. She was well-fucked, but she looked past his big belly at his large, plump cock, still fresh and gleaming after using her, and she felt her insides twist. “Really,” she asked with barely hidden excitement. The way she saw it, she could let his semen flow out of her like a river if he could put two or three more loads of equal size back into her. With enough effort from the two of them, they could overflow her pussy with semen.

“Sure,” Mike said, and he released her ass only long enough to smack it again. It hurt, but Jean’s eyes, and her thoughts, were on something else entirely. “Have your hubby go get us something to eat. Something with protein. We’re going to need it.”

“But…”

“The more we do it, the more likely you are to get knocked up, right?”

Jean had her eyes fixed on his cock as he spoke, and she nodded after he finished. “Right,” she said. “It would be just this one time, right?”

Mike shrugged. “Sure,” he said, though his tone indicated that he didn’t fully believe it. Jean didn’t mind. She just kept staring at his cock as she forced herself, reluctantly, from the bed.

“And it’s for us, after all,” she added as she went to the door, and she blushed, and she smiled, and she stopped with her hand on the doorknob as she stared Michael in the eyes. “For Brad and me, I mean, and for our future children. Er, child.”

Michael grinned and winked at her. “Of course,” he said, and she smiled back at him before opening the door and making their order.

Brad did not argue. He was not equipped to argue with his well-fucked and naked wife, who was leaking semen down her thighs at an alarming rate, and whom he had heard moaning through the walls all the way downstairs.