Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders - Sex Stories

Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders

... I could feel it wildly twitch and throb as he emptied his seed into my womb. My toes curled as I held him close, feeling the pressure of his numerous heavy spurts and the resultant wet heat radiating into me. He throbbed and spurted over and over! Then he sank on top of me and we kissed passionately, holding each other. Finally after several minutes he withdrew and crawled over me, kneeling over my face and feeding me from above. I hungrily slurped and smacked, cleaning him. Then he got off the table, leaving me happy and satisfied, looking down my sweaty body to my mauled cunt. It was so wonderful! I watched him get dressed and told him he was the most beautiful, healthy, powerful man I could ever imagine. I, too, arose, my blouse and bra still open around my arms, my knees weak, my breasts and pussy raw and tender, but strangely little semen dripped out of me. I knew why. "It's 7:05," I said. We exchanged cell phone numbers and I gave him my address, then told him to leave and meet me at my home at 7:45. I instructed Ben to park his car at the end of my street near the park, and then walk to my home. In October it was dark enough to easily be discreet. "I will be waiting, don't be late," I declared. He agreed and I showed him to the door, locking it behind him. Then I cleaned myself up so as not to appear indecent in the event I encountered somebody within the building. That night I took four more loads, a massive one on my belly and breasts, then three more from behind ...

... deep in my womb. We spent most of the three-day weekend together, my mother agreeing to keep the girls until Sunday evening. Then Monday they went to school and we were together again, my Adonis ravaging me over and over. It was the most wonderful three days of my life. I prayed my calculations were correct. They were not, as I discovered weeks later. First a strange feeling, then morning sickness. I immediately knew what it was and who the father was. I was terrified, but in the end relieved; it was the final straw in my marriage, leading to a quick separation and divorce. I was afraid Dan would try to take the girls, especially when he found out I was pregnant, so I refused to reveal Ben's identity – Dan would have gone ballistic if he knew a black man had impregnated me. But I played him perfectly so that in one of our discussions I coaxed Dan into admitting to his own affairs. His jealousy led to boasting of girls in Singapore, Miami (the one I knew about), Seattle, and other locales. And I captured it all on tape removing any moral advantage he may have claimed. His reaction after the divorce when I matter-of-factly announced that I was to give birth to a 20-year-old black man's child was priceless. Ben had been back from Africa about one and a half months when I gave birth to our son, Eric. The age difference between us is substantial and he needs freedom to grow and achieve his dreams, so I made few demands on Ben other than to be present at the birth. The sight of his ...