by Freya Kane
I sat up, my body still feeling weak and woozy, and saw that Michael still had his cock in his hand.
“Touching you made me so hard,” he said. “I want you to suck my cock so bad. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you do that it will make me feel as good as you feel.”
Michael took his hand off his cock and sat back on the bed. It stood long and thick, pointing up against his stomach. I was a little bit scared about trying to fit something so big inside my mouth, but Michael had made me feel so good. I wanted to make him feel good too.
I crawled across the bed and knelt on the floor between Michael’s legs. His big cock stood up like a tower in front of me, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Tentatively, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head. A faint, salty taste filled my mouth as my lips stretched around his thick girth.
I swirled my tongue around the head like I was licking on a lollipop. I felt Michael's hand tangle in my hair and start to push me downward. I opened my mouth wider, wondering how I was going to fit all those inches into my tiny mouth. Tears sprung to my eyes, and I tried not to choke as I felt Michael’s cock hit the back of my throat.
I coughed and tried not to gag as that thick length filled my mouth. I wanted to lift my head up, but Michael’s hand on the back of my head held me steady. I tried to breathe through my nose as best as I could as I started to bob my head up and down. I still choked a little bit every time Michael hit the back of my throat, but Michael kept making these noises that showed me he really was enjoying what I was doing.
“That’s right, princess,” he moaned. “Suck harder. I love your mouth. Take every bit of it for me.” His hand stroked my hair. “That’s my good girl.”
I always loved making Michael happy, and this was no exception. I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth and I sucked HARD. Michael's hips bucked up, and he yelled, "KATY!” really loud and suddenly there was a flood of saltiness in my mouth. Michael’s hand was on the back of my head, holding it there while all that salty come poured into my mouth.
It was too much for my mouth to handle and some of it dripped out, staining the front of my t-shirt. When Michael was done, he tucked his fingers under my chin and pulled me head up. His cock slipped out of my lips, and some more of that salty stuff dribbled down my chin.
I didn’t know what to do with the mouthful I had, so I swallowed it. Michael groaned real loud in his throat, so I think he liked that.
During all of this, my pussy had been very lonely. Even though Michael had already made me feel so good, I was all hot and sticky again. It was like a flood was happening down there. It wasn’t just my pussy that was wet either. My juices were all the way to my thighs. I wanted to touch myself again, but I also wondered if maybe Michael could do something with his mouth like I just did to him.
“Your t-shirt is all dirty, baby,” Michael said. “You should take it off.”
I pulled the pink shirt off, and I took my bra off too. I'm a good girl, and I do things without being asked. I crossed my arms across my chest. My breasts were really big considering how small the rest of me was. Michael reached out and took my hands pulling my arms away from my chest so he could see.
“You have such pretty tits, sweetie. You don’t want to hide them.” Michael noticed me squirming and rubbing my thighs together. “Your pussy’s hungry again, isn’t it?” he asked.
I nodded, forgetting my shyness.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy?”
"Yes, please!" I said, laying back on the bed. My legs were still closed, but I opened them up wide.
Michael moved to lay between my legs and lowered his head down to my pussy. At the first touch of his mouth, I shrieked in pleasure. Michael’s tongue licked the center of me before dipping inside to taste my juices.
His tongue flicked in and out of my pussy, just like his fingers had been doing a few minutes ago. The pleasure kept building and building in me like it had earlier. Michael changed what he was doing then. His tongue moved upward to that little nub and started licking circles around it.
I shivered and whimpered as his tongue worked at that sensitive little spot. I wanted Michael to keep touching that spot and never ever stop, but he kept backing away and licking other parts of me. Those other spots felt good, but nothing like that little button.
“Michael!” I wailed. “I need- oh I need-“
My voice broke off when Michael brought his mouth back to that good spot. He pressed his lips against it and snaked his tongue out to press against it. This time he didn’t back off. He just kept licking and rubbing it with his tongue. I could feel the explosions getting closer and closer.
Michael hummed against me, and the buzzing from his lips pushed me over the edge. My body shook and shuddered as fireworks rocked through me. He kept licking and touching me until I was stretched out on the bed, boneless and exhausted.
“Did you like that?” Michael asked.
“Mmmmm yes, Michael,” I answered. I looked down at Michael's lap, and I saw that he had liked it a lot too. Michael’s cock had woken up again. It was hard and swollen and pointed up at his belly again. “You’re hard again, Michael,” I said.
“Your pussy was so tasty that it made my cock get big and hard. It’s okay though, I can take care of it. Just keep your legs open, so I can look at your pretty pussy.” Michael wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking it.
I liked watching Michael touch himself, but I wanted more. “Michael, you’re supposed to give your virginity to someone special. I want to give it to you.”
Michael’s hand stilled on his cock. “Do you mean that? It’s going to hurt the first time.”
“I want to!” I exclaimed. “I want you to put that big cock inside of me!”
Michael groaned at that. “I don’t have any condoms though, and I know I won’t be able to pull out of you. If I come inside you, I might get you pregnant your very first time.” Michael’s cock jumped in his hand, and I saw him tighten his hand around the base.
“You want to get me pregnant, don’t you?” I asked.
"So much," Michael answered. "Seeing that tight little pussy right in front of me and knowing that I'm the first person to ever touch it, the first person to lick it and that my cock will be the first one to ever stretch it. . . I want to be the first one to fill it up with come until it drips down your thighs. I want to watch your belly grow big and round with my baby, and I want to watch your breasts fill up with milk."
“I want that too!” I exclaimed. I’d never thought about it before, but the idea of using a condom with Michael just seemed wrong. I wanted everything he had talked about, and I wanted him to fill me up with his seed when he took my virginity.
Michael didn’t hesitate after that. He climbed on top of me, and I could feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against the door to my pussy. I was still so dripping wet from his mouth earlier that the head slipped inside. My eyes widened at what it felt like. Even with just the head inside me, I felt like I was being stretched so wide. Michael kept pushing forward until his cock was about halfway inside me. He hit something deep inside my pussy and stopped.
“This is only going to hurt for a minute,” Michael said before he slammed forward. I felt something give way inside me and a sharp pain cut through all the pleasure. Michael held still for a few long minutes until I could adjust to his size.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” Michael said, his voice tight with the effort of holding himself back. “My cock inside you means you’re mine now.”
All I could think about was the way Michael’s thick length felt inside me. My pussy wasn’t empty anymore. It was filled to the brim with Michael’s cock, and I loved the way it felt. Tentatively, I moved my hips, rolling them upwards. Michael grunted and reared back, almost pulling out of me before slamming back in.
The force of his thrust lifted me up off the bed, and Michael started taking me- no, fucking me – much harder. Michael pounded into
me, and I loved it. I could feel every inch of his huge cock stretching my tiny little pussy.
“So tight,” Michael whispered in my ear. “You’re so tight, baby girl. No one else is every going to be inside this pussy. No one but me.”
“No one but you,” I echoed. Michael held himself up on his hands as his hips jerked into me. His eyes were focused on my tits as they bounced with every jerking thrust. I had always tried to hide them because they were so big and boys would make dirty comments about them. Now though, I wanted Michael to see them and touch them.
As if he could read my mind, Michael’s hand grasped one of my breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh and pinching my nipple. It was almost like I could feel him touching my nipple down between my legs. Michael rolled my hard nipple between his fingers, and it made my clit throb.
Michael let go of my nipple and trailed his hand down my body, searching for the spot where we were joined. His fingers found that spot I loved so much and started caressing it. Everything started feeling more and more intense. The feelings were coming over me from Michael’s fingers rubbing me and his cock still ramming into me.
Finally, it was like falling off a cliff. I screamed, “MICHAEL!” as I could feel myself start coming. My pussy muscles squeezed Michael's cock, and Michael started yelling too. I felt a hot rush inside me as Michael’s come spurted out into me, coating the inside of my unprotected pussy with his seed.
It seemed like I was never going to stop coming. The whole world seemed centered between my legs. Finally, the shaking stopped, and the room was quiet except for our heavy breathing. Michael pulled out of me and rolled over to lay down beside me. I could feel his come trickling out of my pussy, and it made me feel sexy. I wondered if I was pregnant already.
All I could think about was how much I wanted to do it again and again.
Michael spoke up. “You might be pregnant already. How does that make you feel?”
I shivered at the thought of my belly growing big with Michael's seed growing inside it. "I wouldn't mind if it happened. I don't ever want you to use a condom with me, Michael.” I blushed hotly, feeling very naughty as I added, “I liked how it felt when you came inside me.”
Michael groaned. “I liked that too. Your pussy was so hot and tight. I want to come inside you again and again.”
“Michael?” I asked, not feeling so shy anymore about being naked. “Can we do this again?”
Michael’s face broke into a huge grin. “Of course we can! I’m always going to take care of you. You just have to give me a little while until I can get hard again, but I intend to keep fucking you again and again, as long as you want me to."
Michael got dressed and left my room, ready to go back outside and finish his yard work. I sat back on my bed for a few long minutes, still focused on the place between my legs that was humming with pleasure and sticky with my own juices and Michael’s.
I was a grown woman now. I was Michael’s woman, and I couldn’t wait to keep showing him just how much I enjoyed all the dirty things we were doing.
***
I expected that once I was having regular sex, I wouldn't still be horny enough that I needed to touch my pussy all the time, but I was so wrong.
If I thought I was horny before, nothing could compare to how horny I was once I was pregnant.
That’s right, Michael did get me pregnant that very first time. It was only about two weeks later when I started feeling sick. Michael bought me a test, and a big blue plus sign confirmed it. All that come he had filled me up with had taken root inside my fertile pussy.
The months passed quickly, and the bigger I got, the hornier I got. I was eight months along, and my belly stood out in front of me like a huge beach ball. I felt a bit like a whale, but my pussy didn’t care if I felt sexy or not. It wanted orgasms.
I was laying on my back on my bed, just like that very first time Michael had caught me, only this time I wasn’t bothering with touching myself with my clothes on. I was totally naked.
One hand was on my breast, squeezing my sensitive nipples. My breasts had already started to fill up with milk, and Michael had spent a few nights sucking on them, drinking his fill of my sweet milk. He’d managed to make me come a few times, just from his tongue and lips working at my hard nipple.
I needed more than just that today though. My other hand was busy between my legs, spreading my wetness out over my pussy lips before pressing two fingers inside my hungry opening.
“Yes!” I moaned as I found my clit with my thumb. I was so intent on the pleasure I was bringing to myself that I didn’t even realize I wasn’t alone until I heard Michael whistle.
“I’ll never get tired of walking in on you when you’re masturbating.”
I’d never really liked that word. I know it’s the real, medical term for what I was doing, but somehow it just made it feel so much dirtier than “touching myself” or even “playing with my pussy” ever did.
But today I wanted to feel dirty. I wanted to feel filthy.
I wasn’t a naïve, innocent little virgin anymore.
I sat up as much as my big belly would let me and stared at Michael. The front of his pants was already stretched out with his erection, and even though I really wanted to feel it inside me, I wanted something else even more.
I kept touching myself, slowly easing the two fingers out of my pussy before adding a third and pushing them back in. “I like it when you watch me-” I moaned as my fingers hit a particularly good spot inside me. “I like you watching me masturbate, and I want to see you do it too.”
Michael unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard cock and started stroking it while he watched me.
“I’ll do whatever you want, baby,” he growled, “But just let me get in that pussy for just a second.”
I giggled and pulled my fingers out of my body, moaning as the slipped on my inner walls. I knew Michael was expecting me to forget all about watching him make himself come once he got inside me, but I’ve been fantasizing about Michael covering my pregnant body with his come for long enough that I wasn’t going to miss this chance.
Michael didn't bother underdressing beyond pulling his cock out, so he took a few steps to the bed and plunged his cock into my ready pussy. I couldn’t help the loud moan that came out of my mouth as this thick cock stretched me.
He started pumping in and out and the slow, deep thrusts he knew I loved while my juices coated his cock. I almost let him keep going, knowing that we’d both have an amazing time, but this time I wanted to be dirty.
Michael brought down lower, skating over the roundness of my huge pregnant belly, before finding the aching button of my clit.
“Let me make you come first,” he murmured. “I love feeling you come from the inside.”
Well, I certainly couldn’t say no to that!
The soft pad of Michael’s finger spread apart my pussy lips and rubbed circles around my clit, coming close to touching it before backing off. My own fingers were busy squeezing my hard nipples, the heavy ache of my milk-engorged breasts making me feel ready to burst.
My orgasm hit me quicker then I expected, slamming into me with pleasure that whited out my vision and left me shaking with bliss.
Michael’s thrusts had sped up, and I knew that if I didn’t tell him to stop soon he’d be spilling his come inside me instead of all over me.
“Pull out,” I ordered.
Michael groaned. “Really?” he asked, rocking his hips forward in a particularly deep thrust that had be close to telling him to forget all about it and to keep fucking me.
“Yes,” I squeaked. “I want you to pull out and I want you to do something you’ve never done. I want you to come all over my belly and my tits.”
“Fuck!” Michael abruptly pulled out. “You almost made me explode right there,” he said, wrapping his hand around his slippery cock as he started to jack it over my body. “Hearing you say anything dirty when I remember how innocent you used to be turns me on
so much!”
I smiled sweetly, knowing just how much it really did drive Michael crazy. “I want you to paint me white,” I purred. “Cover me with that come that got my little virgin pussy pregnant!”
Michael grunted, and the first stripe of his creamy white come landed across my belly. His hand flew across his cock, adding more pearly white cream across my breasts and neck before the last few drops landed on my lips. I ran my tongue over my lips, loving the salty taste.
Michael took a shaky step back to look at my, his cock still in his hand. Hugely pregnant and smeared with his thick white come, I knew I had to look very different than the shy little virgin he had caught with her hand down her pants a few months ago.