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I loved feeling Don's tongue against my pussy. He
would gently stroke my clit with it, then run it along
the length of my hairless slit, hard, like his cock
did just before it penetrated me. The tip of his
tongue would tease its way into my inner folds, then
back to my clit again, and he'd turn gentle again,
teasing, coaxing my trembling body ever closer to a
climax.

I felt my pussy gushing as he sucked my engorged clit,
gently tugging it between his lips, then stroking it
again with his tongue, then pulling it back into his
mouth, then his tongue, then his lips, back and forth
until I worried my moaning would wake the kids. My
muscles stiffened as she felt an orgasm building. I
tensed every muscle in anticipation.

Then he stopped. The son of a bitch always knew just
the right moment to back off, just when I was soooo
close, just when I was desperate to be pushed over the
edge. My clit cried out for more attention, but his
tongue was probing my hole, an inch of it poking
inside of me, reminding me that, soon enough there's
be 9 inches of hard cock taking its place, stretching
out my cunt from my labia all the way to my cervix.

I trembled in anticipation of that feeling, that
feeling of being completely full, of having him inside
of me completely, deeper than any man had ever been. I
lived for that feeling. I had had plenty of cocks in
me before I was married, and I worried that, after
years of marriage and two kids, my sex life would
settle into the kind of dull routine my married
friends bitched about.

But Don made sure that wouldn't happen. His cock never
got tired of my pussy, and I knew that, as much as I
loved my kids, and married life, and my career, I was
never happier than when Don's big cock was buried in
my snatch. But first things first. I needed to come,
and I needed it badly.

"Please," I moaned. But his tongue had moved down to
my asshole, and he was circling my little pink rosebud
as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I wondered if
he'd fuck my asshole too. I didn't mind anal, but I'd
much rather have his cock in my cunt. He knew that.
But I couldn't say no to him, no matter what he wanted
to do. He knew that too.

"Please," I said again. "I need to come. I need it so
bad."

He ignored me, engaged as he was with firmly pushing
the tip of his tongue into my asshole.

"Don, please." Then a pause. "I'll do whatever you
want. Just make me come."

He lifted his head. We had played this game many times
before. He'd get me worked up until I was begging to
be his slave, offering to do anything in exchange for
the earth-shattering orgasm we both knew he could give
me. No matter what he demanded, I always ended up
enjoying it.

"Take me bareback," he said, as he slid a finger into
my ass. We knew this was a dangerous game. My husband
and I had agreed that two kids was enough, and we knew
from past experience I got pregnant easily. At 36, I
felt like I was too old for the pill, so we used
condoms. Most of the time. But taking a risk was a
huge thrill, and the times I'd used the withdrawal
method hadn't put me back in the maternity ward so
far.

"Tell me." He said, as a second finger joined the
first inside my asshole.

"I want to feel your cock inside me," I panted. "I
want to feel your sperm deep inside of me."

We both knew he'd have to pull out, but we both got
worked up thinking about the alternative.

"How deep?" he demanded. Deeper than anyone's ever
been, I thought.

"All the way. Shoot your sperm into my womb."

Don started stroking his fingers in and out of my
asshole, as his tongue resumed its assault on my clit.
In a few minutes, I was screaming, as the long-delayed
orgasm overtook me. Before I had finished coming down,
his cock was inside of me. Usually he'd tease some
more, but this time he didn't want to give me time to
relent and ask him to put a condom on. The first five
inches of his cock slid right into my dripping pussy
before I knew what hit me.

As he started slowly working his cock in and out of my
tight hole, he kissed me. I could taste my sex on his
tongue, and it turned me on even more. I loved having
that reminder of how wet he had gotten me, even as my
sopping pussy opened right up for his penetrating
phallus.

As he thrust into me again and again, he slowly worked
inch after inch of his manhood into me. No matter how
many times we did this, I could feel him stretching
out my innermost recesses like I was still a virgin. I
grabbed his ass and tried to pull him deeper inside of
me. Don had kissed his way down my neck to my breast,
and was tugging at my nipple with his teeth. Every
stab of pain as he bit down made me cry out, my pussy
clamping down on his cock even harder. I had only just
come, but I felt another orgasm building.

Don slid his fingers out of my ass, and grabbed my ass
cheeks with both hands, lifting it up off the bed. At
that angle, his cock thrust the rest of the way inside
me in one stroke. I cried out as I felt the head bump
up against my cervix. No other man had ever done this
to me. No other cock had ever reached that place,
pushing against the entrance to my womb. This was why,
no matter what else happened, Don would always own my
pussy. I felt stabs of pain, as he hit bottom with
every thrust. The pain made me hot. The thought of how
deep inside of me he was made me hotter. And the
thought that, if he came right now, every drop of
sperm would be inside my womb, searching for an egg,
making my belly swell up with his baby -- that made me
hottest of all.

"You have to pull out." I wasn't so far gone that I
had lost my sense. I couldn't have another baby, no
matter how much the thought of having a bellyful of
his sperm drove me wild.

"I will," he said firmly, but he kept pounding his
cock into me without slowing down. I could feel every
inch of him, thrusting into my cunt again and again. I
could feel his balls slapping against my ass cheeks
with each stroke. And I could feel him stab into my
cervix, again, again, again.

I knew he'd be true to his word and shoot his load on
my belly, but my mind had already gone down another
road. I was remembering the feeling of spurt after
spurt of fertile sperm shooting into me. I remembered
wondering whether the load inside of me was the one
that would make my belly swell up with a baby. I
remembered how much my husband loved sucking the milk
from my swollen tits, stroking my belly when he held
me after we'd fucked, knowing his fucking me was
responsible for the baby inside of me.

Before I knew it, I felt herself building towards
another orgasm. I wrapped her legs around Don's waist,
urging him on. His cock pounded with renewed vigor, my
cries echoing off the walls every time he hit bottom.

"Ah... fuck!" I was almost there.

"Wait." I didn't want to hear Don say this. I didn't
want to wait. I wanted his cock to keep fucking me
into oblivion.

"I'm getting close." He sounded worried, but he didn't
slow down for a second. I wouldn't have let him.

"Don't stop! Please..."

I knew exactly what I was asking him to do. To come
inside of me. To shoot millions of fertile sperm
directly into my womb, each one searching for an egg,
each one trying to make me pregnant.

"We shouldn't," he said, but Don made no effort to
slow down. He was waiting for a go-ahead, and I
decided to give him one.

"Come inside my pussy," I whispered. "I want your cum
inside me. Just don't stop."

He didn't. His thrusting became frantic, pounding into
me even harder. I screamed, as another orgasm hit me
like a freight train. My spasming pussy clamped down
on Don's cock, finally pushing him over the edge. I
felt his cock spasm, the head lodged right against my
cervix. Warmth spread through my pussy as a stream of
cum shot out of his cock. And another. And another.
And another.

I knew from past experience what a massive quantity of
sperm Don produced - the times he had come on my face,
he'd hit me with a thick stream that went from my hair
all the way down to my chin. And then five or six more
just like it. We'd posted photos of me online covered
in so much sperm I wasn't worried about anybody
recognizing me. Once when I was pregnant, we'd fucked
on my lunch break at work, and I still had sperm
leaking out of me on the subway ride home. I had hoped
none of the other commuters noticed the thin stream of
the stuff running down my leg and pooling in one of my
sandals.

Now all that sperm was inside of me, and none of it
was running out. Don's cock was still lodged deep
inside of me, plugging my pussy and not letting a drop
escape. I supposed I could do the responsible thing
and try and wash myself out. But I was long past doing
the responsible thing. I held him there, inside of me,
savoring the feeling of fullness.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"Don't worry. It's what I wanted. I just needed you so
badly. I don't care if I get pregnant, as long as you
keep making me feel like that."

"You're serious about this? You could be pregnant?"

"Right in the middle of my cycle. You probably just
put me in the club!"

Don smiled, "I thought you didn't want another kid."

"I don't, really, but if it happens, it happens. I
loved having the first two, so if I have one more,
we'll manage. Besides, I love the thought that my
belling might be swelling up with your baby."

He kissed me deeply, and I felt his cock stir inside
me. He was clearly excited by the thought too.

"Still, we should be careful from now on."

"Actually, I was thinking, since the damage is already
done..." I moved my head down to his cock, and ran my
tongue up and down its length. "One or two more loads
wouldn't hurt."

A few minutes later, his hard cock was inside me
again, and by that time I had accepted my fate. I was
going to have Don's baby. I was going to take as much
of his seed into my womb as I could, until my egg
drowned in it. In a few months, my belly was going to
start to bulge obscenely. By the time I got really
big, it'd be summertime, and I'd spend the last three
months wearing as little as possible, flaunting my
pregnant body, bikini top straining to hold my big
milk-filled tits; my huge pregnant belly exposed for
the world to see.
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