The Fertility Bundle (3 page)

Without saying a word, I pushed the tip of my dick inside of her. She moaned with pleasure and squeezed her tits together as I plunged into her pussy. My cock was big and her tight little pussy had to stretch to accommodate it.

I was only able to get it in halfway and I kept coming up against some resistance. I pulled out and then plunged in once again, this time with a little more force. The resistance gave out and my dick slid all the way inside.

“Oh!” she cried out.

I just popped her cherry,
I thought, with a little smile crossing my face.

“Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. It feels good now,” she said in between breaths, as she bit her bottom lip.

I watched as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She gripped the sheets with both hands, causing it to bunch up between her fingers.

I grabbed both of her knees and held them up as I fucked her. I was thrusting as deep as I could go and her pussy just kept getting more and more wet. I slid my hands up her stomach and to her tits, letting her hard nipples slide between my fingertips.

I propped myself up with my arms so that I was hovering over her. I brought both of her legs over my shoulders, so that her knees were practically touching her chest. Then I started pounding hard. My dick was getting more wet from her lubrication with every thrust.

She brought her hands to my ass and pulled me into her firmly.

“God, I can’t get enough,” she said quietly. “Don’t stop.”

I continued fucking her until I felt like I was about to explode inside of her. But I didn’t want to finish like that, though. I wanted to see that perfect ass.

I pulled out of her and said, “Get up and turned around. I want you from behind.”

A smile came on her face as she did exactly as she was told. I grabbed both of her hips and thrust my dick inside of her. She was so wet at that point that it slid in completely with ease. I started pounding her hard. So hard, that I could hear my balls slapping against her.

I really hope Steven doesn’t hear this,
I thought.

I looked down at her perfect little ass.

God damn,
I thought.
She’s so much hotter than my ex.

I stopped momentarily. I felt like I was about to cum but I didn’t want to yet. I was motionless for just a moment before Jenny starting pushing back into me. I watched as she slid back onto my cock. Something about it was so hot. It was like she just couldn’t get enough of it.

Watching her do that was all I needed to put me over the top. I couldn’t hold it in any more.

I squeezed her hips firmly and thrust deep. I started pounding her even harder than before. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and pushed her face down into the pillow.

She cried out in pleasure, yelling into the pillow with every thrust.

“I’m. Going. To. Cum,” I said, in between breaths.

The waves of ecstasy filled my body as I neared orgasm. The sensation of her tight pussy wrapped around my dick was intense and it was all I could take. I climaxed quickly and went to pull out so that I could cum all over her back. She felt me start to pull out and reached back, pulling me back into her firmly.

What the hell?
I thought.

I tried pulling out before I came, but she didn’t let me and it was too late. I released my entire load inside of her pussy, feeling her body quiver as I filled her up.

“Oh, fuck yea,” she muffled, into the pillow.

I pumped a few more times and pulled out. My cum was dripping out of her and onto the bed.

I stroked my dick, still in the throes of ecstasy from an amazing orgasm. I sat on the bed and took a deep breath.

Within an instant, she stood up and got her clothes back on. I did the same and then tried to make Steven’s bed look untouched. There was a wet spot on his sheets from his sister that I had hoped he wouldn’t notice.

She came up and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“That was great, Dustin,” she said.

Then she started skipping out the door.

“Wait!” I shouted.

She stopped in her tracks and then turned around.

“Um, you’re on birth control, right?” I asked.

She laughed and put her hand on her belly as she said, “Of course not, silly. You didn’t think I was going to have sex with you without getting something in return, did you?”

I felt as my stomach dropped and my face turned pale.

What have I done?
I asked myself.

I didn’t even have time to respond to her.

“I’ll call you when I get to college!” she sang out, as she turned back towards the door. “Things are about to get very interesting for us!”

I felt a wave of anxiety come over me as I thought of all of the possible scenarios.

Steven’s room looked pretty normal, so I headed out to the hallway and back to my bedroom.

Sitting on my bed, I relived what had just happened.

Why in the fuck did she make me cum inside of her?
I thought.

I couldn’t be too mad, though. Even though she had practically stolen my seed, she was still the hottest girl I had ever fucked. The thought of that perfect ass made me hard again, and I couldn’t help but jerk off thinking about it.

I came for the second time that night, and then rolled over to go to sleep.

I heard Steven stumble up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Whew,
I thought.
That was close.

All I could think about as I fell asleep was the possibility of Jenny being pregnant and what was going to happen when Steven found out.

“C
’mon, Daddy, what do you say?”

My daughter, wife and I were all sitting around the dinner table.

“Lana, I don’t know. Something about letting a complete stranger come and live with us feels weird to me,” I responded.

One of the other parents in the neighborhood had decided to let a foreign exchange student live with them. Once Lana caught wind of it, it was all that was on her mind.

“Daddy, think about how much we could learn about another culture,” she said, pouting her bottom lip out.

She knew that I was a sucker for that, but I was really trying to stand my ground on the issue.

My wife, Nancy, touched me on the shoulder.

“Why don’t we at least think about it?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes. Nancy was always making me second-guess my decisions.

“Lana, will you go upstairs and let your mom and I discuss this?” I asked.

A smile crossed Lana’s face. She knew that she was most likely going to get what she wanted. She got up from the table and skipped out of the room. I listened as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.

“I don’t know, Nancy. Do you think we should do it? I mean, just because the Smith’s next door are doing it, doesn’t mean that we have to,” I said, smirking.

Nancy rubbed my shoulder and said, “Honey, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. Lana really wants to do it. She’s 18 now and will be out of the house before we know it, anyway. We should just let her have this one last wish before she goes off to college. It would be good for her to do some traveling, anyway.”

I took a deep breath. I knew that she was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. Lana was growing up fast and college was just around the corner. She could probably learn a lot by living with a host family in another country.

“Our little girl is almost all grown up,” Nancy said.

I put my arm around her and squeezed her affectionately while I thought more about the options.

Maybe it would be good for her to spread her wings,
I thought.

“She is growing up fast, that’s for sure. And, you know what? Maybe you’re right. I think maybe she could learn a lot about herself by moving to another country for a while. Plus, maybe we could learn a thing or two by being host parents to a foreign kid,” I said.

Nancy’s smile grew wide. “I can’t wait to tell Lana.”

“Wait, before you do that...do we know anything about the student?” I asked.

Nancy got up and opened a drawer in the kitchen, pulling out a small stack of papers. She set the papers in front of me and said, “Lana has already done her research. She was waiting for you to agree to this before she made it official.”

I chuckled and said, “Wait, you knew about this before tonight? You two are nothing if not predictable. You’re always conspiring behind my back.”

I glanced down at the papers. On top was a picture of a beautiful young girl. She looked to be about the same age as Lana, maybe a little older. Written above the picture was her name: Veronica Carmen.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture. She looked so much like a younger version of Nancy, that I could hardly believe it. I had only seen pictures of my wife when she was young, but this girl could have been her. The similarities were uncanny.

“So, where is she from?” I asked, trying not to make it too obvious that I was staring at the picture.

Nancy smiled, knowing that I was starting to get interested.

“Veronica is from Spain, but she speaks English fluently,” she said. “She’s 18, the same age as Lana, and they apparently both share the same sense of adventure. I guess she wants to come here to learn about our culture.”

Our culture? In L.A.? You mean, buying expensive clothes?
I thought, laughing to myself.

I glanced down again at the picture of Veronica. She was absolutely gorgeous. She exuded a sense of maturity and I immediately felt drawn to her. I think it was in part, though, because of the resemblance to my wife.

In the photo, Veronica was wearing a short orange dress and it looked like she was sitting in some sort of bar or club. Her perfect skin and firm breasts showed her youth. Her eyes were as dark as the color of her hair and her skin was perfectly tanned.

I noticed that Nancy was keeping an eye on me as I looked over the picture. I pretended to nonchalantly look away and then I pushed the papers towards her.

“Let me think about it,” I said.

I heard Lana walk down the stairs and back into the kitchen.

“Well...?” she asked, with excitement in her voice.

I shook my head at her and smiled.

“Jesus, Lana, you didn’t even give me 10 minutes to think it over,” I said. “Are you sure it’s something you want to do?”

She could tell by the tone in my voice that I had already made my decision. There was no fooling her. I wanted to have Veronica come live with us and I had no bad intentions with it, either. She was a very pretty girl, but the real reason that I wanted her to live with us was so that we could all learn something about a different culture. At least that’s what I was going to keep telling myself.

Lana jumped up and down excitedly.

“Yes! I’m positive I want to do it. I’ve already talked to her and her parents on the phone. Her parents seem really nice and they said that I’m welcome to live with them for a while!” she cried.

I couldn’t resist her excitement. I looked back at Nancy and smirked, then responded, “Okay, Lana. Tell Veronica she’s welcome at our house.”

“Eeeeeeek,” Lana screaked. “I can’t wait!!!!”

She ran up and gave me a hug around the neck. Then she gave Nancy a hug and pulled out her cell phone to make a phone call. I assumed she was calling Veronica.

***

T
he weeks passed by quickly as we anticipated Veronica’s arrival. Lana had already left for Spain to stay with Veronica’s family. It made me a little bit nervous to not have her in the house with us, but I was sure that everything would be fine. We talked with Veronica’s parents on the phone and they sounded really nice. Their English wasn’t perfect, but we were able to communicate well enough. I didn’t have much room to talk anyway, because I didn’t speak a lick of Spanish.

I was just sitting on the couch and watching some TV when I heard the phone ring. I expected that it was Veronica, because her plane was supposed to be landing any minute.

I picked up the receiver and said, “Hello?”

“Hola!” a cute, young voice answered back.

I smiled and responded with the only Spanish I could muster, “Hola, como estas?”

She giggled on the other end of the line and said, “You don’t have to try to speak Spanish Mr. Nichols. I speak English quite fluently.”

She was right about that. Her English was very good and when she spoke, I could barely make out an accent.

“Well, okay then. I won’t attempt Spanish any more,” I said, laughing. “I hope your flight was good. Nancy will be there any minute to pick you up.”

There was a pause and then she responded, “Awww, you aren’t coming to get me? I was all excited to meet you.”

My heart fluttered a bit as I remembered what it felt like to be younger and more flirtatious. I wasn’t sure how to respond to her, though.

“Well, I’ll get to meet you as soon as you get to the house,” I said. “I’ll see you soon.”

The phone clicked as she hung up without even saying goodbye.

Huh, well that was strange,
I thought.

I was excited to meet her, but a little bit nervous to have a stranger roaming around our house.

She could be anybody,
I thought.
What if she steals half of our stuff?

I sat back on the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table. I started thinking about my life up to that point. It was pretty damn good in so many ways. I had started a very successful business, I had been making money up to my eyeballs every month and I had time to do what I loved most: Kick back on a Monday afternoon and do absolutely nothing.

The only thing that was a negative in my life was my relationship with Nancy. She wanted another kid so badly, but wasn’t able to conceive. I didn’t mind the idea of another kid and in fact, I supported it. But Nancy would get in these moods where it was like she was angry at me for not being able to get her pregnant. However, the doctors told us it wasn’t my fault at all. My sperm were as strong as could be. She was the one that wasn’t fertile any more. I felt bad about it and I had always wished that there was something we could do to change it, but it was out of our control.