The Surrogate Pt. 02

The Surrogate Part 2

(I had not intended to extend this story; however, I have had almost 19,000 readers, and I find this gratifying. I have four stories published on Literotica, which were done for fun and practice. The stories are currently ranked between 4.3 and 4.5. We will just see how far this story goes. With some encouragement, maybe a 5.0?)

Elise did not arrive at my place early, as she had promised. It was late in the afternoon when she arrived, looking flushed and rumpled.

She blew a loose blond curl out of her eyes, "Sorry, I'm late. Been fighting with Ben all morning."

"Anything serious?" I asked.

"No, just the usual... Helen said she was over yesterday," here she paused, then finished in an embarrassed stutter," took care of you and spent the night."

"I have always liked you in that dress. Shows off your figure."

"Stop changing the subject." She did a half-hearted twirl, "This old thing. It's way out of style."

"You forget I'm out of style too, and I've told you I'm kind of partial to my niece."

"You made it pretty clear what you are partial to you horny old man! I have no idea why? I'm fairly normal."

"Maybe that's one of the things I like about you?

"You are just thinking with the small head." She grinned," I guess that might be distracting!"

"I want what I want, and I'm too old to wait much longer."

"I thought you and Helen..."

"Maybe she's enough. I recruited her as a surrogate where you can take out your lust. I told you incest is off the table!"

My mind went elsewhere, "Elise, have you ever, you know, done it on a table?"

"I thought you and Helen talked about that. As long as there are no children, there is no harm done and maybe a little fun? I know you want to. Look at what we did yesterday. Wasn't that a type of incest? You seemed to be into it."

She stuttered, frustrated that I had caught her, "That was different. I just felt sorry for a horny old man. We didn't do it."

"I think you wanted to. As taboo as incest is, it adds to the excitement and fun."

She looked down at the floor and said so quietly I almost didn't hear her," Maybe," then finished more firmly, "It's still incest! Take out your carnal needs on Helen. She likes it."

"I had the feeling you did too, or am I mistaken? I liked what you did, and a nice girl would not have done it."

"Who says I'm nice!"

"Aren't you?"

"No, I'm not. I did enjoy you yesterday, for an old fart, you have a nice cock, and I thought about it all last night." Here she turned beet red, "I get really jealous of you and Helen."

"It could have been you and me, or maybe all three of us... Helen told me back in school, you were dating the same boy. The only objection was the boy. Both of you made up and stuck together."

"I still think doing my uncle, as much as I would like to, is incest!"

"Well, I'm older than dirt, and it shouldn't count as anything, and just talking about this is," I looked down checking the front of my pants, " making me rock hard, besides I'm not giving Helen back, she's fun."

"I didn't give her to you! That's what the favor was, I introduced her to you. She came to me describing you, She's not what you think. She's going to use you. For something bad! Watt, you are an old, horny goat. You go use that implement of female destruction on Helen!" She slammed the door on the way out; however, out the window, I saw her stop and look back at the house, twisting that same strand of blonde hair.

Sometime later, my phone was ringing. It was Helen. She opened the conversation with "Seems you didn't do so well with Elise?"

"Not my best hour."

"She will come around. How about I come over to your place tomorrow and we do something?"

"Something sexual?"

She laughed, "We can see what the day brings."

After watching the news and getting the farmers' forecast, I went to bed, and my cock was still stiff. I debated about masturbating, but couldn't decide to build a wild fantasy about Elise or Helen, finally decided to hell with it, and jacked off to both of them. Amazingly, I climaxed copiously twice. Once for each of them. I was turning into a dirty old man, but then I had always been. It wasn't my fault that I had such a good-looking niece.

I slept late. Showered, dressed, and puttered a bit, waiting for Helen. Thought about pleasuring myself again, but figured I should save myself in case she had something erotic in mind.

She was carrying an overnight bag and wearing something that an old man like me felt to be very revealing. It might be the sexiest dress I've ever seen. Head turning. Black satin and short. I had strong suspicions I might be getting lucky again.

"Watt, put your eyes back in. You look horny."

"And you look tempting as hell. Speaking of such, I have a witch name if you want it. Take your real name and drop the en,,, Hell."

"I don't know. I'll need to play with it." She grinned," For now, call me Hell, and maybe I can live up to it. Do you have some old blankets? Ones you won't mind getting dirty."

"I might dig up some I use in the barn."

"Good enough. Have you ever fucked outdoors before?"

"Maybe our skinny dipping in the creek led to something."

"You know that cemetery across the street from your place?"

"Yeah, it's given me some bad dreams a time or two. I knew some bad people we planted in it."

She smiled, "Did you kill them? Just asking."

"Nope."

"Tonight, Watt, we are going to raise some ghosts by fornicating in your cemetery. Show them what they have been missing!