The Surrogate

I squeezed my legs together as my thoughts made me hot and barely made it through washing the dishes after dinner was over before rushing upstairs and locking my door. I was flat on my back on the twin size bed with my fingers up my snatch before you could say boo.

I was so wet I could hear the sloshing sound my fingers made as they pushed into me. With my eyes closed, I could see the faceless, nameless father of my baby fucking into me as he tried to get me pregnant. My fingers sped up, and I bit into my lips as my hips rocked up against my hand harder and harder.

With my other hand, I tugged on my nipples until they were hard and tender as I imagined a big fat cock slamming into my tight little pussy over and over until an orgasm rushed through me, and I screamed. I was still humping my hand when mom knocked on the door.

“Angela, are you okay in there? What’s all that noise?” I had to catch my breath before I could answer her. “It’s nothing mom, I just banged my foot against the bed.”

“Why are you so clumsy still? I thought you’d grown out of that stage.” I heard her walk away as I pulled my hand from my pussy.

Chapter 2

For the next few weeks in between classes, I spent every free moment trying to find what I was looking for. Being that I’d never had much interest in sex before this need came upon me so suddenly I had to start from scratch.

I didn’t dare ask anyone at school for fear of my secret getting out, and there’s no way I was going to ask mom. Even though I figured with the money I could make it might be a big help, I was sure there was no way she’d go for it. So, the Internet was my friend.

I looked for couples who couldn’t have kids on their own, searched forums and chat rooms, anything I could think of. But most people seemed only interested in going the scientific route, which was no use to me. Hadn’t these people ever heard of handmaidens?

My mind was looking for answers in all places, even dark ones, but nothing was coming to me. Then I came across this site that asked my age and a whole lot of other stuff before the home page would even open up.

My heart started to race in that special way when I read the first few entries, and I knew I’d found the right place. It’s a place I never would’ve looked, to be honest; the thought just never crossed my mind.

The first entry was from a woman named Penny, who was in her late thirties, and her husband was two years younger at thirty-four. They were a professional couple who’d married straight out of college and had put off having a family while they focused on their careers.

Now they’d been trying for two years with no success only to find out that Penny couldn’t have kids. I inhaled the story and all the information she’d posted while my palms grew sweaty, and I could barely catch my breath.

When I clicked the link, it lead me to a private page where there was a picture of Penny and her husband Nick, but it wasn’t their faces, it was a shot of his cock, and it was huge. My pussy started to weep, and I had to spread my legs right there at the little broken down desk in my shabby room and finger fuck myself.

I got off in two minutes flat just from looking at his cock, imagining that long thick length fucking into me, shooting his cum inside me, breeding me with his son or daughter. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up before I was calm enough to get back to reading.

I was a bit hesitant to write down the email and number that Penny had left. These people were strangers after all, and the fact of the matter is this site wasn’t exactly about surrogacy, she just happens to be a member of this particular community with a need.

I’d never heard of swingers before, didn’t even really know what they were, but a quick look at Google gave me all the answers I needed. I went back to Penny’s page and read some more since now my mind had turned to other things. Like the fact that she and her husband had been swingers for the better part of ten years with multiple partners, of course, disease was the first thing I thought of.

Thankfully she stated that they were regularly tested, and so were the people they fucked, and they were willing to be tested for anyone willing to be their surrogate as well as paying the have the person tested.