FanFic4 (Peter #2)

The way Peter is looking at me, is pure filth. My mind begins to wonder on our very first date. He’s fighting those same feelings; we are reluctant to speak our mind, because we didn’t want our hearts broken. I know that he’s about 37 years older than me. But age won’t stop us,  being legal and all that. People want to judge because of our age difference, but in my opinion; I’ll bet you the sex would be ten times hotter than me being with someone my own age. I got to admit, our date has been going smoothly.

So he takes me home after the date, but we both knew we had other plans. I had this feeling he wanted to take me home to his place and unwind.

“Sweetheart, I had such an amazing time with you. Can we do it again?”

I said sure. Our emotions are running high now. He had just put his hand on mine, which I thought was cute.

“Peter, I want to ask you something. Are you willing to experience someone as young as me? I mean really experience?”

He giggled. “Yes, you see ever since we’ve started to talk to each other, I started to have this emotional bond. You and I could be something special. I wouldn’t worry about the naysayers. If it’s meant to be it’s meant to be. You understand? Jess I’d love something more with you.”

I blushed so hard. Peter has a smile on his face, admiring my blush.

“What if I did this?”

Peter then kissed me on the lips. There was a rush to this feeling. How I responded was kissing him back, holding his hand, our tongues were playing with each other as we we're making out. Now I know I want to fuck his cock so badly. I have became soaked with arousal. My nipples are hard; aching for touch. I whined this small sexual whine. Peter got me back to his place instead. He carried me in through his door. I felt his erection growing, so I know he enjoyed my company.

“Baby, I bet you fuck so good I will want more. I bet your pussy is so nice and wet and tight. “

As I moaned in agreement. Peter was grinding into me. It wasn’t long before our clothes have been taken off. Seeing him for the first time was an experience. I just went for it, sucking his cock; which had to be about 7 inches erect. God he tasted good. I was sucking his cock and caressing his balls then took them in my mouth. His orgasm was dynamite. Peter came all over my face, and I swallowed as much semen as I could. I couldn’t believe I was swallowing for Peter. Then abruptly he goes down on me, licking every inch of my pussy lips. They were swollen with arousal. Just for him, and Peter only. I swear Peter’s the only guy who found my clit right away. Squirt squirt. My legs were shaking and I squirted all over Peter’s face.

“Oh…. Fuck me baby boy. Let me feel your massive cock pulse inside of me.”

Peter then wraps his penis up* for good measure, puts a little lube around my vagina, and he slowly puts his head in. It was pleasure and pain at the same time when Pete was slowly penetrating my pussy in a way I never could have imagined. He thrusts quicker, I cry out in pleasure almost as if he’s going to make me cum before he does. My legs wrapped around his body is the first position. Then after a while I get up sit on his lap and grind into him, and this position would let me kiss Peter and Pete could hold me in his arms. I cum, he comes, we’re all happy campers.

So after our little sexual encounter, we show aftercare, which we cuddle in each others arms until we fall asleep. We whisper in each others ears and kiss. He says to me:

“I want you to be my girlfriend. I truly do. I know this is the sex talking but I love you baby girl.”

“Aww, I love you too Peter”

I brush his hair out of his face and we fall asleep.

FanFic3 (Mariska Love)

I’m getting ready to start a new life. I’m actually dating an icon. The woman I love. Mariska. She is supposed to meet up with me on a date. I am chuffed and nervous at the same time because what if this relationship goes south. I am afraid I am going to hurt my precious soul. We had a few dates, varying from close and romantic; to fun and adventurous. She was curious  if women should be together like this. She said something to this extent:

“Honey, does this feel right?” I’m like:

“Babe don’t let anyone come in between us. It’s just you and me.” Then I held her cheek, looking into her eyes. She blushed. I blushed harder.

“Are you ready for us?”

“I guess”. She looked at me and nervously went in for a kiss. I kissed her fully. She started to moan in pleasure. I whimpered at the thought of her moaning. We were sitting on her couch. So we were close to begin with. I held her in my arms for the rest of the night. I wanted to take things slow with her. Mariska then said:

“I’m ready for it baby, I need your love.”

“Are you sure? I want to make you the most comfortable.” She then grabbed my one breast, confirming her readiness.

“You like that sweetheart?” Mariska then proceeds to start touching my breasts. I took off my shirt. My bra, too. She sighs are how beautiful my breasts were. She wasted no time in sucking my breasts.

“You are very sexy, I now think you are ready to have sex with me.” I take off all of Mariska’s clothing. Massaging her breasts, taking her nipples in my fingers; making her cry of arousal. I then took my mouth and was sucking her breasts. I slowly worked my way down to her pubis. She shaved for me. I moaned. She moaned. I then kissed her mound and worked my way down to her vagina, labia, and clit. She was already soaking wet. I must have been her favorite. 

We were pleasuring ourselves in a romantic/non-sexual foreplay which turned us on. We were trying out so many positions trying to achieve the best orgasm we’ve ever had. After a while she squirted for me, and I squirted for her. I then lay her down and cuddle her.

“Baby, that was so amazing, I cannot get enough of you and your body.”

Mariska blushed. That’s how we knew we needed to be together.

FanFic1(Peter)

Peter and I have gone a while with rawing, that I suspect that I'm pregnant. Well, Peter and I want a child of our own. We were low-key trying to conceive. As I haven't felt that great, I went to the store with him and he picked up cold essentials, while I look for pregnancy tests. I try to hide them I would be buying them separately.
So we get home, Peter makes me some soup, he's such a caring husband. Yes husband, we had a courthouse marriage. I go upstairs to our bathroom to take the tests. Test 1: positive. Test 2: positive. Test 3: positive. It's official I'm pregnant. Now to tell my man. I go downstairs carefully not to make noise so he doesn't hear me. I sneak up on Pete.
"Honey, we need to talk." "oh shit are you ...." I give him the positive tests.
"We're having a baby Peter!"
He was so emotional, in a good way of course. He holds my little bump, which isn't even a bump yet.
"I'm going to protect you and our child. Here have soup, seeing our little one may be hungry."
So we sit down to have soup. Luckily I scheduled an appointment within 2-3 weeks to see how the baby is doing and get our first sonogram. We're not going to announce to anyone until we get our first sonogram. Not even his eldest daughters.
So two weeks later, Pete and I show up to see a picture of our little peanut. Peter held my hand the whole time.
"Our little peanut is so wiggly, it's adorable." I look at Peter and smiled. "You're gonna be a good father to your third child."
So he takes me home, with the sonograph in our hand. We are excited to tell everyone. So we get home, Peter calls his eldest children the news. They were excited that they were going to have a little sibling.
I was exhausted. Peter has really stepped up. He doesn't want me to hurt myself, in result losing the baby we wanted so badly.
A few weeks later my bump has become a prominent bump; considering I was 16 weeks at this point. Somehow I felt baby Buck kicking. I call Peter over because I felt our child kicking. I wanted him to feel him or her moving inside of me.
KICK KICK. "aww sweetheart, our baby is getting restless.
So I then all of a sudden crave pasta. That's been my go to craving with our child. They are gonna be a pasta lover for sure. Peter then cooks this wonderful alfredo with shrimp. Yes shrimp. I crave shrimp like my mother craved it when she was pregnant with me.  I also made sure I ate healthy for 2/3 of the day because all carbs and junk were no good for a developing baby.
After dinner Peter and I decide to cuddle, and discuss names for our child.
For a girl, I thought of Alexandra, Olivia, Carlee. For a little boy, Alexander, Ryan, Caden, Oliver. We were still up in the air. Like at 20 weeks we can go find out what sex our baby is going to be but I'm so nervous it's almost like I want to remain unknowing until they are born, and just come up with sex neutral names like Alex, Ryan.
Well now that I'm 24 weeks along, we know the sex of the baby. Pete and I are unsure if we want to reveal the sex of our child; or to keep clothing/nursery themes/toys sex neutral. We know we're having a little boy. Peter wanted a son for a long time, and considering I never had a brother; I'm happy we're having a boy. To us he feels like an Oliver Ryan to us. That's what we're naming him. So I sit down to knit; yes knit a baby blanket and booties, and a hat. We ultimately decided on a gender reveal; but not those extra ass parties people throw. we're just gonna take an updated pic of Oliver, and announce in blue and green "IT"S A BOY". We're obviously announcing to close friends and family first. then everyone else later. My sister was elated that she was going to have a nephew of her own to spoil him in every way. She offered to plan and host my baby shower. That's how excited she is.
The days have gone by, and Pete and I were awaiting the arrival of our handsome little peanut, Oliver. Peter has sang to the little guy, and I was doing everything right. So baby shower is tomorrow. Everything is set up. No stress. I do feel slight contractions though. Nothing to worry about. Everyone showed up to our shower. I'm all happy, as Peter is holding me. Holding my bump. We're finally sitting down after greeting our guests. So the gift giving commences. First gift was from my aunt and cousin. A bunch of pacifiers and bottles. With it labeled baby boy and little man on the bottles and pacis. After that my contractions started to get a bit stronger; but still nothing to worry about. Next gift was from Peter's eldest daughters: a bunch of cute clothing for our little man.
We also received diapers, wipes, a stroller/a legitimately safe car seat duo. Nursing supplies, spit up blankets. I'd say about a half an hour goes by, Peter notices a wet spot. "Baby I think your water broke." I look down and I told him to get me to the hospital now. I then told him about the contractions I was having. So he got me and the carseat into the car. Everyone was in shock that I was going into labor. Peter told everyone he'd call them once little Oliver is born, because I'd prefer only me, Peter, and the doctors in the room while giving birth anyways.
So doctors then examined me once I got to the hospital. They said " you're about 7 inches dilated; I think in about 2 hours you should be good to go to push." So I am in BAD labor pains but I stick it out. Two hours rolls by, and they let me know that it was time. Peter held my hand while I started to push. It was the worst pain I was in. That and I have a fear that I was going to crap myself giving birth. "Push, Push. You're doing good." I started to wail in agony. 20 min later, Oliver's head started to show. Soon enough I push my little (not so little) 8 and half pound baby boy out. He started to cry. Doctors let Peter cut the cord. I felt that was the most intimate thing he has done. The doctors clean me up (I did crap myself a little haha) but they also cleaned up Oliver. Peter and I cried: "Welcome to the world little Oliver."