Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2020 18:00:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Xavier Hicks Subject: Carrier and Donors: An Mpreg Saga. Daddy's Home Hey readers! Here is the next instalment in Carriers and Donors: An Mpreg Saga. Things get a little nastier, I'm pleased/afraid to say. If you're starting the series here and want an idea of what on earth is going on, please read the first chapter, `Teacher in Heat'. Compliments and feedback is highly appreciated! Email me at Xavier.Hicks1@yahoo.com Oh, and please donate to Nifty! Enjoy... ************************************************************** Craig Bronson sat impatiently at the foot of the stairs by the front door of his house, waiting for his spouse to arrive home from The Congo. His husband, Frank Afonso, was a diplomat for the government of Southern Britain. Frank was a skilled, powerful man and was needed there to try and sweeten the ruling Jafari family and their corrupt politicians in the huge, wealthy union. It had been a couple of months since the Jafari family had visited London to meet the prime minister to secure a trade deal, but once they had got back home to Africa, they had been a bit boisterous and needed to be tamed by a huge, mighty man such as Afonso. He was bigger and taller than President Jafari and his favourite meat-head son, Zane. The bigger the man, the more respect you got there it seemed - especially if you were a donor like Afonso. It had been 4 days since Craig Bronson had lustfully mated with his 15-year-old student, Danny Grundy. He had racked his mind whether to tell his husband the truth or not. For some bizarre reason, even though he was sure he was knocked up, he was still in heat the next day. He was constantly itching to be filled by an erupting, fat donor-cock, his hole constantly self-lubricating. So far, he had managed to refrain, even though a few donors had smelled his scent and shown huge interest. At one point he had to fuck himself deep with a dildo in the staff toilets in between lessons just to scratch the itch. The big, muscled bull-man needed knocking up... Again! Highly alarmed, Bronson had called his doctor and explained his symptoms. The doctor told him he was experiencing superfetation, where the ovaries release another egg after the previous one has already been fertilised in the womb. Once an extremely rare phenomena, it had apparently become much more commonplace since the crisis. Bronson was shocked, but after the call ended, relieved. Here was his chance to get knocked up by his husband when he got home, convince him he was the father of whatever multiples that came out of him 9 months later. It was wrong. It was risky. Normal donors very rarely managed to knock up a normal carrier with triplets of quadruplets, however it wasn't absolutely improbable. But his husband was a dangerous man, much bigger than even the 6'5" bull-man himself, with a raging hot temper. There was a good reason he had been sent over to Africa to deal with the Jafari's. He didn't suffer fools gladly and was terrifying when lied to or double-crossed, even murderous. Afonso was also, quite unusually, a traditionalist of pre-crisis values. A marriage was for only two in his mind, not like most modern relationships between men, where sometimes two carrier-husbands spent their marriage sharing donor's and getting knocked up together. The thought of this made Bronson extremely horny but he internalised it. Bronson pondered alternative scenarios in his mind that could arrive from either telling the truth or not. In his mind, having his husband's child alongside Grundy's and passing them off as Afonso's seemed to be the best option. He couldn't lose his husband. Abortions were illegal. Bronson shuddered at the thought of losing the lives growing inside of him. A carrier's mind didn't think straight when in-heat, their bodies full of hormones. At that moment, Afonso's car pulled into the driveway outside the house. Bronson had no more time to ponder of over his decision. `Should I be honest?' he thought. Frank Afonso opened the front door. His huge, bulky frame blocked the sunlight from Bronson's view. He stepped inside. Afonso was 6 foot, 9 inches tall, with a huge, muscled frame, an absolute monster. He was, like Bronson, a retired bodybuilder (bodybuilding is how they met), but with a bit more chub than his younger husband. At 55 he was in fairly good shape, but with a beer-gut and chubby, beefy thighs that Bronson loved. He wasn't particularly handsome, but his size, demeanour and extreme masculinity made up for lack of handsome features. He resembled the huge Icelandic actor, Hafþór Björnsson in his face, size and height, but with darker tones due to his mix of English and Brazilian genes. His hair was black with many flecks of grey, both on his head and all over his body. He was also clean shaven but with the exception of a big, dark moustache. He was a big, mean motherfucker. `Hey, honey!' Boomed Afonso with a big, dumb smile as he saw his husband-wife at the stairs. He held out his huge arms and dropped his briefcase. He was also a big softy behind closed doors. `Daddy!' Cried Bronson as the two walked towards each other and embraced. They held each other for a short while and hugged hard. It had been 4 weeks. Afonso inhaled deeply as he stroked the head of his carrier-spouse with one shovel-hand as his other wandered down to Bronson's ample, fat, bubbled, hairy ass-cheeks. He put his hands beneath Bronson's baggy sports-shorts, his huge middle finger traced down the furry crack. It rested on Bronson's dripping, swollen ass-lips. `Ugh... Craigy baby... You're in heat. Why didn't you tell me!? Fuck!' Said Afonso, inhaling Bronson's pheromones deeply as his thick 9-incher rapidly hardened. `Wow. You've never smelt like this before!'. `Yes, honey, but there's something I need to-` Bronson was cut off by Afonso who kissed him aggressively. There was no time for conversation. Afonso had only his hand for company this last month and his throbbing member was extremely sensitive. He needed to plant his seed. The two men shared an extremely passionate, deep kiss. `Strip. Now! On your hands and knees. On the stairs, Craigy, baby. Daddy needs to knock you up... NOW!' Boomed Afonso intoxicated by the carrier pheromones engulfing his nose. 'But, Frank, there's something I really-' 'Shut up, slut and do what your husband says!' shouted Frank. He was crazed with the need to impregnate. `Yes, Daddy,' said Bronson, submissively. Craig Bronson dutifully answered his big husband's demands. His man-pussy itched and dripped clear, sticky fluid. He was extremely excited. Any thought of telling the truth drifted away. The need to get filled again and have his pussy seeded made him forget anything else. He removed his sweat-shorts and was completely naked apart from his tank-top. Luckily, he had only been wearing very little. His tank top came off, revealing his 46-year-old bulging, milk-filled pecs and muscled, hairy physique. His nipples were dripping carrier-milk, slightly. He positioned himself on his hands and knees on the stairs, arched his back and stuck out his huge, hairy globes, ready to be impregnated once more. `Now's not the time for romance' thought Afonso as he stripped off his shoes and suit trousers. He needed to plant his seed and procreate as soon as possible. Tenderness, kissing and cuddling would come later. He still had his shirt and tie on but couldn't wait any longer as Bronson twerked his massive furry cheeks on the stairs, his bubble-butt jiggled like jelly as his ass-lips spluttered out more clear, thick fluid and pheromones. `Daddy, fill me up, please, Daddy, quick!' Cried Bronson. `Coming up, Craigy! Daddy's gonna put a baby in you soon, won't worry,' replied Afonso in his husky voice. Afonso stroked his rock-hard, 9-inch, uncut cock as he approached his husband. There was no time for foreplay as he lined up his veiny, throbbing member with the engorged, sticky asshole. He picked up some pussy-lube with his hand that had dribbled onto Bronson's legs and used it to wet his cock - it was as thick as a beer-can. He held his large cockhead to the engorged anal ring and pushed. Bronson's puckered hole gaped slightly from almost a week of him being in heat, it gave little resistance. `Ohhhh, yes, baby, your pussy's so, so wet,' growled Afonso, like huge bear. `Just how Daddy likes it!' exclaimed the man-giant as his member plunged into the dripping cunt. The 9-inch cock was extremely thick and stretched Bronson's hole absurdly. Bronson was, however, used to his husband's veined member stretching his guts. He moaned in delight as his husband started to pummel his man-pussy. Afonso grabbed his carrier's hips tightly and sunk his cock in to the hilt, balls deep. Bronson cried out joyfully as his g-spot was crushed. Afonso then removed his hands and reached around to his husband's leaking nips. He squeezed some milk out of the swelled pecs which dribbled onto his huge fingers. He brought the fingers to his own mouth as he drilled his dick in and out, savouring the sweet lactation. `Yes... Oh baby... your milk never tasted so good; I've missed this... I'm gonna put such a beautiful baby in you today... Ugh, yes... Maybe even our first twins... You've never smelt riper, JEEZ!' purred Afonso as he inhaled deeply and picked up the pace. He wasn't sure what made him say twins as this was unlikely, but something about this coupling felt more fertile than before. His cock drilled in and out, in and out. Bronson's hole began to leak out more juice, squelching noises could now be heard as the cock slipped out and flooded back in, engulfing Bronson's guts. Craig Bronson was such a hungry bottom. He wanted to be filled up with even more potent seed. The thought of the Grundy teen's babies developing alongside his huge husband's made him disturbingly turned on. 'Yes, Pappy, give me twins... Ooooh Pappy!' Whined the bull-man as his husband's fat prick punched his prostate, repeatedly. `Yes, baby. It's been too long since Daddy's fertilised your womb...' grumbled Afonso his huge body quivered. He grabbed on harder to his carrier and started to fuck so hard that his pendulous balls slapped against Bronson's legs, dripping in the sticky pussy-juice. He kept up the pace for 10 minutes, enjoying the sensations as his cock drilled the 6'5", 46-year-old teacher-slut, occasionally tweaking his nipples and slapping his wobbling ass-cheeks. As the 3-inch thick cock drilled his g-spot, Bronson orgasmed without touching his dick and his own non-sterile spunk spluttered onto the stairs. `Ohhhhh Daddy, I'm cumming!' Shouted Bronson. `Me too Craigy baby, putting that baby inside of you right now!' Growled the muscled man-mountain. His balls tightened up and shot 4 days' worth of pent-up, fertile sperm into his man-wife's wet ass-pussy. After 6 or 7 shots, he slowed down, his head dizzy from fucking. The two huge men caught their breath, slowly. Frank Afonso slowly removed his fat prick from the dripping hole. It popped out with a satisfying popping noise, some Afonso spunk dripping out onto the stairs. Bronson squeezed his hole as hard as possible to keep in the seed, got up and grabbed a butt-plug from some drawers next to the front door. `Always handy to a few around the house,' he thought. He pushed it into his sloppy, raw hole, stopping the potent seed from leaking. The two men stood together briefly and kissed again passionately. They then proceeded to clean up, moving to the bathroom. `Come on, let's go upstairs and cuddle, haven't felt my furry big man for so long,' said Afonso with a grin. He was such a sweetheart, but only for his husband. It made Bronson's heart melt. `Okay, baby,' replied Bronson, sweetly, glad that his big mountain was finally home. They cuddled under the bed sheets, Bronson nestled into his husband's huge, greying, furry chest. `It's a good job my husband has Brazilian genes,' thought Bronson, thinking guiltily about Grundy's Spanish father and thinking about how his growing babies would look. They held each other for a while, chatting and feeling each other's naked, muscled bodies. `Oh! I have some shocking news...' said Alonso, remembering something. `Oh yeah?' Replied Bronson. `You have to keep it top secret,' said Frank seriously in his deep tone, his huge hairy arm rapped around the bull. `I promise!' Said Bronson. Frank Afonso paused, dramatically. `Well... the Prime Minister is pregnant... with multiples.' Said Alonso, darkly. `No! But he's never been --` `I know, I know! And what's more shocking is there is a wild rumour that they might be President Jafari's, the guy I've just had to visit... AND his son's too!' Said Afonso, hardly believing his own words. Craig Bronson was truly shocked. If this was true, it would be a huge, huge scandal. He was lost for words. `It gets even crazier... The two Africans are both super-donors... And the prime minister is a super-carrier!' Boomed Frank Alonso. `How many?!' Exclaimed Craig Bronson, realising what Afonso meant. `NINE.' Said Frank with his eyes wide. Bronson's jaw dropped. At the same time his cock hardened. As they discussed the news further, one of Frank's lucky sperms fertilised the waiting egg, deep inside Bronson's womb. It's started to multiply next to the set of triplets that Grundy had knocked him up with just 4 days earlier. Bronson was finally getting the quads he had pined for.