“I’mI’ll never forget my first day at Bridge House. But that was over seven years and three children ago, back in 2045. At that time, there were eleven girls staying there. “Welcome to The Baby Factory,” said Holly, a very tall brunette and veteran of Bridge House. The two other girls who came to greet me, Jane and Missy, tittered away when she said that. I got the reference and laughed along with them. Holly was tall alright, maybe 5’9” and very pregnant, seven months along.
“Hi,” I said, “I’m Hannah, Hannah Todd.”
Bridge House was a place for women like me who came to have other people’s babies. Whether it be due to infertility or preference, couples would come to the Bridge to choose from a flock of fertile women to conceive and carry a child for them. And the girls here were mostly beautiful and well built, and all able to bear children.
By the 2040s, environmental factors and genetics had rendered a large sector of the female population unable to bear children. Then there was the birth control debacle of 2043, wherein birth control implants intended to temporarily render a woman incapable of getting pregnant attacked their reproductive systems, even their ovaries, leaving them permanently incapable of giving birth. Trillions of dollars changed hands in those lawsuits. Two pharmaceutical companies were driven out of business and the FDA took a fresh approach to birth control. I was sixteen at the time and not sexually active, so none of this had any effect on me. Not directly.
By the time I turned eighteen, though, the low birth rates and angst caused to the population opened up a whole new way of making a living. Even immigration, which was as an all-time low, could not buoy up the population, and the U.S. was losing people. In all quarters of the country, women were encouraged to have children and surrogacy became a pretty common way for couples, and even single people, to do so. I wanted to go to college, but couldn’t afford it, and surrogacy opened the door for me. There was good money to be made, and the work was easy. Or so I thought.
Bridge House was a former nine-hole golf course with attached hotel. A kind of mini-resort out in the country. The hotel portion was not opulent, but it was two-star quality, providing enough amenities to make any stay there an enjoyable experience. And it better be. When a girl arrived there, she would be committed to a family, about a year at the facility and one successful pregnancy. For this commitment, a Bridge House girl would receive anywhere from one hundred to one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Quite a hefty sum, but for that money we would endure a full-term pregnancy and forever foregoing the care, custody and guardianship of the child. Some girls would follow the family home and either, for additional monies, stay with them until the child was fully breast fed, or sometimes stay with them for an extended period to care for the child. The Bridge Corporation would take care of all arrangements and do all the paperwork.
There were many facilities around the country like Bridge House, some better, some worse. But at Bridge you could always make sure you got a fair deal and that everyone would end up satisfied in the end. Bridge even provided counseling throughout the pregnancy and sometimes after, to minimize any separation anxiety.
For most of us girls, Bridge was not about the sex. Some of the men were attractive, but mostly not. At a time in our history when coupling was at an all-time low, due to the prevalence of pornography and the inception of almost nationwide legal prostitution, most men felt it in their best interest not to take a mate, but to exercise their sexual preferences at the many brothels available to them. Especially the men of means. Women of means also took advantage of the offerings at the houses, but the offerings were meager compared to what was available to the men. It was a good time for lesbians and a good time to be a young, attractive woman. As it has been for all eternity, a better time to be a man. It was a tough time for women to say ‘no.’
Ateighteen, I was fully fit and ready for sex and figured I could handle the rigors of a nine-month pregnancy. So, I signed up at a couple of the outfits that offered surrogacy services and was offered a placement at Bridge House. Being young, blonde, attractive, well-built, and healthy, it was not long before my services were called upon. At 5’6″ with a runner’s body and what an old boyfriend called my Killer ‘B’s,’I was told that I was considered by several couples. What sealed the deal was what they considered my pretty face, my long straight blond hair and green eyes. It’s always the eyes that get them.
Bridge House was a great place to spend time. You were never alone. There were usually ten or more girls there in various stages of knocked up. And we all had so much in common and were all between the ages of eighteen and thirty. There was so much to learn from each other, and every day was a learning experience. And an opportunity to compare and to laugh. Mostly at the men, who came in all shapes and sizes. And I don’t mean height and weight, although that was a factor too.
Some couples who came to ‘get pregnant’ stayed at Bridge House, but mostly they stayed in one of the many high-end resorts in the area. Everybody, and I mean everybody, who came to The Bridge to conceive had money. And lots of it.
The first couple I serviced was the Murphs. Alexander and June Murph were in their mid-thirties and had put off having children because together they built a business that left them no time for children. Because she did not have the time for children during this time period, she was on birth control. Unfortunately, she used one of the devices that rendered women infertile. They won a hefty sum in a lawsuit against the pharmaceutical company. It helped to propel their business to new heights, but left them wanting. So, they sought out the services offered by Bridge House. If they couldn’t have a baby that was both of theirs, at least they could have one that was his.
June Murph was a little shorter than me, and her husband was not much taller. Neither of them was what I would consider lookers, but they seemed to work well together. And they were very much in love. She asked me a million questions and seemed, after summing me up, to be concerned I might run away with her husband and baby. I assured her that was not going to happen, that I was here to do a job and nothing more. She was impressed by my maturity being so young and two weeks later; I was in my room at Bridge House, losing my virginity. Alex was a gentle lover who only took me the once that evening, leaving me to recover from my first ever sexual experience. Because it was my first time, the Murphs would pay one fifty for my services, which made it more palatable to me.
I spent the week with the Murphs, and as Alex spent time fucking me, his wife ran the business remotely and did some golfing. I was not particularly attracted to Alex, but he had a nice cock and it took me places I had not yet been. You know, with toys and stuff. I liked the sex and knew that once I was knocked up, I would miss it. I dined with the girls most days and nights, but on a couple of occasions, I took dinners with the Murphs. They were good company, and we shared much about each other. They particularly liked that I was a runner who had a regular exercise and yoga routine. By the time my ovulation cycle was over, we had become fast friends and discussed getting together soon if the first attempt did not take.
I did not have to wait long. Two weeks after the Murphs left, we took my first pregnancy test, and it was positive. I was almost sad, hoping I would get at least one more round of sex with Alex before I would no longer have sex. At least with a human. There was always my little friend that buzzed me into oblivion.
It was Bridge House’s obligation to inform the couple that I was pregnant, and they booked a room at Bridge the next weekend, just to celebrate with me. Of course, I couldn’t drink, but they could, and boy, did they. They were thrilled and, before they left the facility, wrote me a check for five thousand dollars just to cover my incidentals while I worked through the pregnancy. I did not have sex the night before they left, but I believe they did. In the morning, when they left, they were both beaming and looking very much in love.
In the beginning, it all seemed so easy, and then I got sick. It wasn’t too bad, but it was no fun either. One of the benefits at Bridge was regular doctor’s visits, both to check on the pregnant girls and to answer questions for the rest. The doctor told me that I should continue to run but, if I felt that anything was wrong, to stop and inform her. Running felt great, and I think it helped to stem the puking. I also did light exercise and yoga almost every day and was eating the healthiest diet I could. Bridge House offered only healthy alternatives at mealtime and also provided vitamins as prescribed by the doctor.
Every day I would feel my tummy awaiting my baby bump, but it just wasn’t coming. So, I ran and exercised and discussed it with the more experienced girls, who told me to be patient. When it came time to compare our bellies, and we did often, I had nothing to show. Every day, I hoped everything was okay. Having never had this experience, I wondered. Fortunately, the girls were always there to keep me centered. They let me know that there would be no baby bump in the first trimester and to just get it off my mind. When I asked about the sex of the baby, they all just laughed at me.
After about eight weeks, I was taken to the doctor for an ultrasound. The doctor said everything was progressing as expected, and he gave me a due date of March, 2046. Jane came along for her 20-week ultrasound and found out she was having a boy.
She was thrilled for the couple she was carrying for, as they already had a girl and were hoping for one of each. Jane was well beyond the baby bump stage and was a very cute pregnant lady. She was twenty and very pretty. She was a redhead like the woman she was carrying for, and hoped that the baby would carry on that trait. Their first child had black hair like the father. Mrs. Murph was a blonde, so I hoped the child would have blonde hair like mine.
As much fun as the girls were, they came and went. We welcomed each new girl with open arms and cried when others parted. Everybody had a story, and we each had our goals. Some of the girls hoped they would see us again when they came around for their next pregnancy. Some said their last goodbyes. Everyone, and I mean everyone, left on good terms. Mr. Schaefer and The Bridge ran a good house and made sure everyone was happy.
Despite my running and exercise, in October there it was. My baby bump. I didn’t yet feel fat, but I could feel myself stretching. All the girls shared their lotion routines, and we worked on each other to minimize the potential for stretch marks and such. One girl, Elizabeth, always volunteered to minister to the girls. She was a lesbian we called Lizzie the Lezzie. She said she was strictly at Bridge for the money, but she ate her share of pussy while she was at Bridge House and left her share of satisfied friends and a few heartbroken lovers. After her baby was born and she left, she was sorely missed by many. But she said that she would be back.
The Murphs were great people and would check up on me regularly. When I went for my five-month ultrasound, it was determined that I was going to have a boy. Alex really wanted someone to carry on his name, and he was over the moon. June had wanted a girl to fuss with, but when they contacted me after hearing about the ultrasound, I told her maybe we could try again. She seemed amenable to that.
Even in the great shape I was in at six months, the weight of the baby slowed me down, and I stopped running on the treadmill and just did two- and three-mile walks daily. I stopped all other exercise at this time, and I just couldn’t do yoga anymore. It was painful.
Christmas came, and the Murphs paid me a visit. They brought presents of pajamas, maternity clothes and things to bring me comfort. The thing I liked best was the pregnancy pillow, which I was just getting to need. They also brought a few stuffed toys so that I would be ready when the baby arrived. June also showed me pictures on her tablet of the nursery, which was beautiful. It appeared they had a beautiful house.
Then they both hit me with the knockout punch. They offered to put me up at their house and pay me for the six months after the baby was born so that I could nurse and help care for little Alexander, Jr. I was dumbstruck but told them I would consider it.
New Year’s Eve brought an alcohol-free party attended by staff and ten girls, all but one pregnant. We set up a video conference with my dear friend Jane, who had recently delivered a healthy baby boy for her sponsor family. She was staying with them for now and breastfeeding the baby. Something she was more than adequately equipped to do.
The time between January 1st and mid-March was a slog. I felt like a fat pig every day and envied every other woman but me. Then, on the seventeenth of March, my water broke. We had a suite set up at Bridge in case a quick delivery was in order. Also, if anyone was close to her due date, they brought in a nurse-midwife, just in case. She gave me a good look over and decided I could make it to the hospital, which was about twenty minutes away. So, she called the doctor, put me into a car, got in with me and off to the hospital we went.
They were ready for me when I arrived at the birthing suite, and the doctor came in shortly thereafter. She briefed me on what to expect, told me we were going to get through this together, and six hours later, the beautiful seven-pound, two-ounce Alexander Murph, Jr. came into this world. The doctor said there were no complications with either the baby or me. The baby’s Apgars were good, and my vagina survived intact. And I did it without drugs of any sort. But I can tell you, there’s gonna be some wine in my very near future.
Once they cleaned up the baby, they let me hold him, and I cried. Like he was my own. I could feel a bond between us. Despite my once small breasts, breastfeeding came easily, and when the Murphs got to the hospital and came into my room, little Alex was on my tit, sucking away. June wanted to snatch him away from me, but I put my hand up and told her to wait until he was done. Till then, she danced around the room like she had to pee. When the baby finally disconnected from me, I looked at June with a smile on my face. “Would you like to burp your son?”
She nodded at me, picked up a burp rag and slung it over her shoulder. I handed June her son as if he were made of fine china, and she took him like it wasn’t the first time she’d handled a baby. “I’ve been going to classes, Hannah, so that I’d be ready for him. But we still want you to come home with us and the baby. We think it would be best for all of us.”
“You’re right,” I said. “He’s taken nicely to the breast, and I think we should keep him there for a while.”
“Then you’re coming. I’m so excited. What’s next?”
“Do you have everything we need to transport little Alex to your home?”
“We do. The four of us will go together so we don’t have any separation problems.”
“I’m on board, but I’d like just one more night at Bridge House before we leave. I want to see my girls.”
“Have you pumped yet?”
“No, but I have all the equipment. I’ll pump out a couple of bottles so you and Alex can care for the baby while I am with my girls. And, if you stay at Bridge, I won’t be far away if you need me. And it will be good practice for you.”
“Hannah, thank you for making my dream come true. Now the question is, will you come back to us and give us a girl?”
“Whoa, June, let me get over this one first. My vagina feels like a truck just drove through it and I’m in no state of mind to think that far into the future.”
“Sorry to be pushy, but I’m just so excited. Such a gift you have given me. Given us.”
June reluctantly gave up the baby when the nursing staff came to put him to sleep for the night. I was sure she’d spend at least half the night at the window of the nursery watching him. I know a woman in love when I see one.
As soon as I knew the baby was secure, I turned over and crashed. The next thing I knew, I awoke to a crying baby. Eighteen-year-olds aren’t made for this. But it’s time to bust out a breast and calm down the hungry little man. I took him in my arms and he latched on immediately. ‘B’ must be his size ‘cause everything fit, and everything worked. And he worked it too. I had to change sides, he was sucking so much. June was out in the hallway and heard them bring little Alex to me. She was right behind the nurse and volunteering to take the young man off anyone’s hands.
As soon as he unlatched, I immediately gave him to June. It’s so important that we establish a bond between those two as early as possible. The sooner I turn myself into a set of tits and not a whole ‘Mommy’, the better. I know my job. But I’m just learning how hard it really is. Watching June taking that boy as far from me as she could broke my heart. My breasts ache more when he’s not on them than when he is. Pretty soon, I’d find myself nothing more than the perfect pumping station to give the child the best nourishment available. And eventually, a babysitter. But not till the bonds between June and Alex were established.
I lay in a haze for some time. I could not tell you how long. The doctor showed up and told me that everything went well, and after looking me over inside and out, she was releasing me to Bridge House for now, under their watchful supervision. Without even a shower, they had me dress so they could make the room ready for their next guest. So, they wheeled me out of the hospital in a wheelchair, helped me into a too high SUV, strapped me in, strapped the baby in and Alex and June jumped into the front. As we drove, I kept my arm over the baby the whole time. He weathered the trip to Bridge House well. It was a preview of our next trip tomorrow, a much longer trip. To their house. My new home for a while.
When we got back to Bridge House, the Murphs went right to their room, with Alex and a couple of bottles I had pumped earlier. I wheeled to my room, where my girls ran to me as soon as they heard I was back. Everyone was there.
There was a tradition at Bridge House that I’d never really truly understood. That is the post- delivery shower with the girls. Basically, it’s all the girls getting naked and jumping into the shower in the Deluxe Suite, or what used to be the Deluxe Suite. The shower is huge, and we have squeezed ten girls in, most in some degree of pregnancy, and the star in a wheelchair. Well, it’s not the best way to get clean, but it’s the funnest. Jordan, a girl from New Jersey, got me naked and wheeled me into the steaming shower. We laughed and frolicked and became a frothy mess, but I think we all came out cleaner than when we had gone in.
I was wheeled into my room by Clarrisa, to change into pajamas with the promise to meet in Cyndy’s room in fifteen minutes. I had prepacked my baggage except for an outfit for tomorrow, sweats, and pajamas for tonight, so I was ready to go and Clarrisa wheeled me up in ten minutes. We all had a great time. Send offs at Bridge House were a joyous occasion. New beginnings with a nice little nest egg in the bank account. A chance to forget the last year with its highs and lows; the chemical imbalances and the emotional roller coaster you ride when you carry a child. Or maybe, like me, the opportunity to go off and be with a nice happy family, making sure that the little creature you’ve just given birth to gets off to a good start.
All I wanted to talk about was how I’m ready to go out and get drunk. The girls didn’t take kindly to that, as they were so far away from it. I let them know that working at the Murphs; I was sure I was still pretty far from it myself. But a girl can dream.
There was a lot of talk about what trimester you are in, and have you had any aches or pains or symptoms of any kind? Everyone is there to answer everyone else’s questions. It’s a wonderful sisterhood that I am proud to be a part of. As the time grew later, the talk became more quiet and more serious. It was time for goodbyes. And tears.
When everyone left Cyndy’s room, it was just her and I, and she asked me, “Han, is it hard?”
It didn’t take long to know the answer, but it took a while to get it out.
“Yeah. It’s definitely hard.”
“You gonna be alright?”
“I’ll be okay. I’m gonna be around him for a while and maybe that will help.”
“Ya think?”
“No. Not really. But when the time comes, I’ll just go. And he will have a wonderful life.”
“And you?”
“I’ll cry, Cynd. I’ll cry.”
I gave her a big hug and kissed her on her cheek, and patted her tummy, and out the door she wheeled me. I lay on my side on my bed and just bawled. All these changes happening at once, combined with my disrupted hormonal system going haywire, are too much for one girl to take. My pillowcase was soaked.
The on-call nurse helped me into the bathroom to clean myself up and just look at myself. I was a mess. My face was all puffy, my nose looked bulbous, my eyes were bloodshot, and I felt sore. My kitty still felt sore and my nipples felt tender. Before I fall asleep, I should pump. There is a fridge in the room so I can store some of the milk in there. So, I pumped out two bottles and stored them in the fridge. Then I double checked to make sure I was ready to go tomorrow. Then I flopped into bed.
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My time at the Murphs went pretty much as I had expected. They turned me into a milk cow and part time babysitter with as little contact with little Alex as possible. I must say that things were going well because the bond between Alex and June was strong. They did everything together and could not get enough of each other. Too often they did this to the exclusion of Alex, Sr. It got to where he was left alone, and he was now spending more time with me. This made me very uncomfortable. He wasn’t making moves on me, but I was getting a vibe. I think June was picking up on it, because they sat me down one day and bought out my six-month contract after four months. They gave me two weeks to figure it out.
One of the side benefits of Bridge House is the associations you make. The friends you make at Bridge are with you for life. You are part of a sorority that understands the journey you are on. So, I made a few calls and finally connected with Alexandra, Allie to the girls. Allie gave birth about nine months ago. We became fast friends and running partners at Bridge House and I just knew she’d have the answers, and she did. She was living in a two-bedroom apartment near one of the college’s I was interested in. She said that her second bedroom just lay empty, and she was just storing some stuff in there. I had a boatload of cash from Bridge and six months of a good salary from the Murphs so I jumped at the apartment. I was out of their place within forty-eight hours after they gave me two weeks to get out.
Allie was, to say the least, an interesting roommate. She was studying cyber-science at the University and was acing all her courses. But she had a hobby that didn’t make things easy around our place. That hobby was men. At a time when men preferred prostitutes and women just couldn’t land a man, Allie could. And in every size, shape and color. Sometimes she’d land two at once, which sometimes made things awkward for me, as the situation begged for the threesome to become a foursome.
She just loved to entertain. And, of course, she loved to entertain men. Then things took a turn for Allie. She started dating one man exclusively. He was not that tall, maybe 5’9″. He was built like a tennis player and very handsome. And he was black. Now I know Allie has dated black men, but not exclusively. There was something going on here and it looked pretty serious. He was around a lot, and they spent a lot of time in the bedroom. The sounds that came out of there were pretty distinct. This man had definitely caught Allie’s attention.
She introduced him as James, and he was ever the gentleman. He lifted my hand and kissed it instead of shaking it. He looked right at me when he spoke to me and I to him. And he was very attentive to Allie. Very attentive. And she was lovin’ him. She could not get enough of him.
I, on the other hand, was not doing so great in the dating world. I’d had two dates in the last few months and the one that showed the most promise turned out to be the biggest dud. Not that the other guy was anything to write home about. Well, neither one got into my pants, and both are now very much out of my life.
“Let me hook you up, Hannah. I know just the guy. He’s a friend of James and he’s a hotty.”
“I don’t know, Al, maybe I should just wait for my next shot at the Bridge.”
“What! You’re gonna wait a year to get laid? What are you goofy?”
“Yeah, all things considered, that does sound pretty goofy. Tell me about this friend of James.”
“Well, he’s a little taller than James and a little more muscular than James. Like a football player.”
“A football player? A big one?”
“He’s not like a lineman, more of a tight end.”
“I do like the sound of that. I like my ends tight.”
“There’s my girl. Let me make the connection. I know you’ll be glad I did.”
“Allie, is he black?”
“He is. Problem?”
“Well, I’ve never, you know…”
“And exactly how many lovers have you had?”
“Lovers! None.”
“How many men have you had sex with?”
“One, Alex Murph.”
“Well, I don’t know if you and he will hit it off, but if you do… Look out, girl.”
“Oh?”
“That’s what I’ve heard. Let me make the connection and see where it takes us. Let me see if James can set up a double date for dinner and see.”
She spoke into the phone, which wrapped around her wrist. We call it a supercell. It’s a vast improvement on the old cell phones and it is much more powerful.
“Video call James…”
In seconds, James popped up on the screen of her super cell. “Hello there, beautiful girl. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“James, my friend Hannah, has hit a bit of dry spell, and she could use some man time in her life. Do you think that you and I and Hannah and Darryl could get together for dinner and see if we can make a connection there?”
“Hannah’s a cutie. I’m surprised she is having a problem. I’m sure Darryl would love to spend time with her. Let’s do the dinner thing to see how it goes. I’ll call ‘D’ and see what his schedule looks like and get back to you.”
“You’re a love, James. When am I gonna see you?”
“How about tonight? I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Good, ‘cause I’ve got something for you.”
“And I’ve got something for you too, lover.”
“How about I see you around eight tonight and we can exchange gifts? I’ll let you know about Darryl.”
“Works for me.”
She hung up her supercell and looked me straight in the eyes. “You’re gonna love this guy, Han. He’s really the gold standard.”
“Then what’s he gonna want with me, a washed-out, old at 19, mother of one?”
“Trust me, Hannah. White girl, blonde hair, green eyes. You are a fuckin’ goddess to a guy like Darryl. I’m gonna enjoy watchin’ you fall under his spell as he falls under yours. And if he can make you half as happy as James has made me, well, all the better. And the sex, Han, it’s over the top.”
At a little after eight, James showed up with a bottle of wine and a big smile. He said that we had a six o’clock reservation for four at The Farmer’s Table, a vegan BYOB on Pine Street, on Friday. The wine was white, and he put it in our fridge until then. Then he swept Allie up and carried her off to her bedroom, where they proceeded to howl into the night. I got the impression Allie was having a delightful time. Apparently, James was very attentive.
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It was a forty-five-minute drive into Philly, so the guys arrived at five to give us a little extra time. As promised, Darryl was a very handsome guy, well-dressed and built like a brick house. When I reached my hand out to shake his, he took it and kissed the back of it instead, as James had done. Looks like these guys work from the same playbook. That could only be good for me. I was just coming off my period and nowhere near my fertile cycle, so sex was a definite option. And the more he spoke and the closer he came to me, the more definite it became.
The car was Darryl’s, so he drove, and I rode shotgun while James and Allie sat in the back seat making out. We talked and talked. I was impressed by his work and his worldliness. He was twenty-five and owned his own shop, where he rebuilt and repaired drones of all types. He even had a contract with the local police. As we spoke, my perception of him was changing. He was no longer a black man, but a man I could be interested in. And it appeared he was interested in me. By the time we made it downtown, I was feeling warm in places I hadn’t really felt that way before.
When we got to the restaurant, I prayed that dinner would go well. I was formulating a plan for how to seduce this man. No matter what he said, I said yes. I even placed my hand on top of his when answering a question, and he took it and brought it to his face and kissed it on the palm. It was sooooo very sexy. Dinner flew by, and so did that bottle of wine. Everything was so delicious, and at the end of the meal, when James said, “I’ll pick up the tab.” Darryl hit back with, “Taken care of. Tip and all.” What world is this I have found?
The ride home was quiet. I don’t know what they were doing in the back of the car, but I was stroking Darryl’s arm and bringing my body as close to his as I could. As we got closer to our place, Darryl placed his hand on my thigh, and I held it there, like that’s where I felt it belonged. Every time the car stopped, he’d look over at me and smile. He had a great smile.
By the time we got back to our place, it was after nine. Darryl parked the car, and I didn’t invite him upstairs. I practically dragged him up. Allie and James were in her room in a flash, and Darryl and I were undressing each other on the way to my room.
“Hannah, I really want you. I can taste it how much I want you.”
“Oh, Darryl, take me, I’m ready. Show me what a man can do. Make me feel like a woman.”
In minutes, we were undressed and kissing and hugging and feeling each other up. I felt him down below, and he was substantially bigger than Alex Murph. It got me to worrying, but his kisses and the attention he paid to parts of me that craved his touch drove all that to the back of my mind. Way back. I’d never kissed a man the way I kissed Darryl, and I couldn’t get enough.
And then he did something nobody had ever done to me. He went down on me. Not even Lizzy the Lezzy got a response like that out of me. I squirmed and bucked as his fingers and tongue went to work. His wonderful lips surrounded my clitoris and worked it over. His single finger found its way into my vagina and located that special spot. At least that must have been what it was, because it took me to a whole new level. I was bucking and shaking and holding onto the sheets of my bed for dear life. And then, as if struck by lightning, my first orgasm came, and boy, did it come. To listen into our apartment, you would think two women were being killed. But it was quite the opposite.
I came three distinct times, each one a little milder than the last. But each one an earth-shaker. Darryl made his way back up my body and kissed me with more passion than even before. It was the first time I tasted myself. The first time I ever tasted pussy. I was ready for more. I was ready for anything.
Darryl, leaning on his elbow, looked at me lying flat on my back on the bed, huffing and puffing. “Do you think you can handle my big boy, Hannah? ‘Cause he wants a piece of you.”
“Take me, Darryl, but go gently. There is an awful lot of you down there, and it’s been a while..”
“I will be oh so gentle, my lamb. And you will love it.”
A man of his word, Darryl stroked himself to hardness, lubed us both up, and slowly inserted that big old snake of his into my snatch. And a little at a time, he fed it to me, all the while stroking and kissing me. Slowly, in and out, as more and more of his mighty cock made its way up my birth canal. With apprehension, I took it until there was no more to take. Then he started to move in and out of me. And the more he moved in and out of me, the more I self-lubricated. In a surprisingly short time, he was moving at a more rapid pace with firmer thrusts. And the more he did it, the more I liked it. “More. Pleeease, more!” His dick reached places Alex Murph never got close to. And on top of it all, Darryl had stamina. He must have fucked me for fifteen minutes and through four orgasms before he finally came. Needless to say, I was humming. And purring.
His cock slid out of me, and I ran out to the bathroom to get what to clean us up with. After cleaning his cock and cleaning up my messy pussy, I crawled into bed beside him and snuggled down, kissing him on the chest. He looked down at me and asked if he could spend the night. I looked up at him and said, “You’d better, buster.”
