Chapter 12

The next few weeks were troubling for Marsha. In her mind she continuously ran through the pros and cons of the plan to have Dan father her child. She had promised herself she would never be unfaithful to Randy again, yet she wanted this child desperately and felt it might be the only thing which could truly save her marriage.

She tried repeatedly with Randy, dressing in her little girl outfits to excite him fully, and they made love almost every night for weeks, yet the small pregnancy indicator continued to read negatively.

With Christmas coming on she tried to distract herself with preparations for the holidays: shopping, cooking, wrapping gifts, etc. so she was still undecided as to what to do when Trent arrived to spend Christmas with them.

"You're even hotter than I remembered," he said giving her the once over and a quick grope while Randy was outside helping to carry in the luggage.

"No, Trent, you mustn't," she said firmly.

"Yeah, I've heard that before," he grinned.

"No, I really mean it this time. Your Dad and I are sort of starting over and..."

"And you've promised yourself you won't get the hots for anyone else. Is that it?"

"Exactly! Now..." she started, turning away, but she didn't even have time to to utter a gasp as his arm shot out, grasped her and pulled her to him, his lips closing on hers.

"Noooo," she mumbled, trying to break his grasp and the kiss but without avail. Despite her new resolve, the magnetism of the young man was simply too powerful. His hand came under her blouse. Since with her much smaller breasts she seldom wore a bra anymore, his fingers found her bare nipple sending erotic charges of electricity through the struggling housewife, her mouth helplessly opening to admit his tongue, her legs opening slightly to feel his throbbing manhood through jeans and dress.

"Same old Marsha," he smirked as Trent heard Randy returning and released her.

Catching her breath, Marsha hung her head, unable to meet the boys gaze.

"It's all right, my little whore," he whispered. "You've still got the itch and I'm just the one to scratch it!"

"No," she cried softly, but the tears of defeat were already running down her face and she had to turn away as Randy entered so as not to let him see her sense of both excitement and humiliation.

"Trent, we have to talk. Talk! Understand?"

Randy had left for work only fifteen minutes before and the boy was already eyeing her with lust.

"Sure, talk all you want."

"I ... I can't do this anymore. I promised myself I'd be faithful to your father."

"Who, by the way, we both know is not my father. But go ahead."

"Randy and I have been trying to have a child and..."

"You know he can't."

"We, that is I, hoped that despite his low sperm count..."

"Fantasy, girl. It isn't gonna happen."

"But, I'm off the pill and..."

"Well, don't look at me. I ride bareback," smirked the boy.

"But don't you see? I..."

"I'll tell you what I see. I see a woman desperate to get pregnant who has the hots for me. You want a baby, I'll give you one. You can tell "Dad" it's his. He'll believe you. He believed it the last time with Mom."

"No, I..." she started, but the seed had been sown. Yes, she would much prefer Dan, but he had been reluctant, as much as eliminating himself from consideration. Who else could there be? It was certain that Trent would not be willing to contribute his sperm via a sperm bank. He would certainly want it the same way as Dan had described. But ... she was confused.

"You want it Marsha and we both know it. I'm getting into your pants tonight one way or the other. How badly do you want that baby? You want me to be its father, I'll be glad to knock you up. You don't, then that's what the day after pill is all about."

"You know about the day after..."

"Oh, come on, Marsha. I know a hell of a lot more about sex than you do and we both know it. You not only have the body of a little girl, you ARE a little girl when it comes to knowing about sex. I taught you a lot before, I can teach you even more now."

"No ... I can't. I won't!"

"Of course you can, and WILL!" he said backing her against the front room wall.

"Don't Trent!" she begged, although she had meant it to be a command as he pressed his body against her and grabbed each hand and raised them spread eagled against the wall. She even turned her face away as he reached to kiss her, but this only opened her neck to the boy who began licking and sucking, bringing her to an instant state of arousal.

"Please, Trent, don't..." she started but never finished as she turned to look him in the eye but wound up with his lips all over hers.

She mumbled, trying to resist, but they both knew it was useless. Her temperature was already rising and her breathing coming in gasps.

"Spread 'em, Marsha," came his whispered command.

"Nooooo," she whined, but as if her body was no longer hers to control, her legs parted and she gasped when he pushed closer and his lance pressed hard against her nest.

"No! Please Trent," she begged. His hands dropped from hers which stayed up and against the wall as if chained. Pulling the dress up around her waist, his fingers found her panties and pulled.

Helpless now to resist, Marsha remained plastered against the wall as her blouse was ripped from her. Trent's tongue on her nipple again shot electricity throughout her body and her heart beat hard and fast, her hips beginning a slight involuntary thrusting.

"Want it, Marsha?" he asked with supreme confidence.

"I ... I shouldn't. I can't..." she whined.

"Tell me no and I'll back off," he said.

"I'm married to the man you call your father," she gasped, her breathing now coming in pants.

"So?" he asked, his kisses and touching becoming even more erotic and arousing. "I got in the pants of his last wife. Why should I let something like that stop me."

"But she's your..."

"Other little whore," he finished it. I lied when I said I only nailed her that once. I've done her dozens of times. Whenever she gets lonely she comes to my room. Or should I say she cums in my room." he smiled.

"But ... Ooooooh, Trent, you shouldn't!" she whined as his pants and his shorts were discarded.

"Feel it, Marsha? Feel it right there at the entrance to that tight little hole of yours?"

"No, no please!" she begged a final time, but they both knew she was only going through the motions. She could no more have prevented him from taking her than she could have held back an avalanche.

"Trent, NO, NO, NO! OHHHHHHHHHH, YES, YES! MY GOD YESSSSSSSS! she shrieked as with a single massive thrust he was deep inside her and she was thrusting back with all her might.

"Deeper! Deeper, Trent! Yes, OH YESSSSSSSSS," she cried as a second and third thrust from the boy filled her completely.

"What do you want, Marsha? Tell me!" he commanded.

"I want it. Oh God, I WANT it!"

"What else do you want?" he asked, biting her neck and sending her even closer to ecstasy.

All reason gone, her thought processes totally jumbled and confused, on the verge of orgasm, Marsha responded from sheer feminine instinct and sexual desire.

"Your BABY, Trent! I WANT YOUR BABY! SCREW ME, TRENT! CUM IN ME! KNOCK ME UP -- PLEASE!!!"

The orgasms were simultaneous and earth shattering. Marsha jumped to wrap her legs about his waist as her body lost control and her vaginal juices mixed with his hot semen and poured into her waiting womb.

"Yes, Trent, take me to bed. Make me pregnant! I want your child!" she wailed as he picked her up in his arms and proceeded to the bedroom where only the arrival of Randy's car outside the next morning brought an end to the orgy in which the boy used every technique he had ever learned in keeping Marsha in a near constant state of orgasm for the entire night.

"So what did you two do last night?" asked Randy disinterestedly as they sat around the dinner table.

"Oh, I played a few games," replied Trent, casting a laughing eye toward the housewife.

"And how about you?" Randy asked of Marsha.

"I ... I did some crafting," she answered, trying to be quick on her feet and unable to resist Trent's double entendre. "I'm making something. Something very special."

"Oh, can I see?" inquired the husband.

"Uh, not quite yet. It isn't finished. As a matter of fact I've only just begun."

"Maybe later then?"

"Oh course, just as soon as it's finished."

"Well, got to be going. I'm getting to hate this drive."

"And I hate your being gone all night," replied Marsha truthfully. She really did miss Randy at night -- that is until Trent had come to visit.

"Can't be helped I guess. Got to make a living. See you tomorrow morning," he said, reaching for his coat.

Marsha and Trent listened to the car start and drive off.