My body felt like a puddle of goo. It had experienced pleasures unknown to it before this day, pleasures unknown to almost every human body in the history of our species. I still felt guilty. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer before I had to call it quits for the day. I couldn’t take much more.
I decided to try and be as sexy as possible, even though I had no idea what I was doing. From the porn I had watched and from listening to my friends, men seemed to like when women ask them to cum.
I was feeling dirty and extremely turned on, and wanted to actually feel him cum. I thought a moment about the dangers of this, but figured there likely were none due to the differences between us. On top of this, I had always kept good track of my ovulation, and knew any possibility for pregnancy had just passed.
I got to my knees and pulled him down to me. As his head lowered next to mine I whispered, “It’s your turn. I want you to finish. I want to feel you finish.”
He looked shocked. “Are you sure about this?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Please.”
“If you are sure.”
He pushed his way inside me again. The thrusts came harder this time. I thought about what he had said earlier, and began squeezing against him.
Up until this point, his body hadn’t been very active in the process, but now he got on top of me. The pressure building inside me as he expanded continued past any point he had gone previously. I felt like I was a balloon being filled to the brink of popping.
Mixtures of pleasure and pain shot through me. This wasn’t the pure pleasure I had been feeling earlier. This toed the line, but for some reason I was enjoying this fact. The noises that erupted from within me were low and sexual, noises I had never made before in my life. I wouldn’t have been able to make them if I tried, they were entirely involuntary.
He seemed to love this, and continued with a fervent passion. I tried squeezing against him, but I was already stretched so far that my muscles had little control anymore. His thrusting continued to come harder and harder, until grunts began coming in unison with them.
As the grunts grew in volume, I could tell he was getting close to finishing. His speed slowed, but the strength of each thrust only increased. I was experiencing more pain than pleasure now, but was weirdly still savoring every moment of it.
Finally he began to bellow and I felt his hot liquid shoot inside me. He continued to thrust as it shot out, filling me entirely. I could not believe the amount. His orgasm continued for what felt like hours but was actually just a minute or two, still much longer than what I had expected.
The amount of cum he shot in that amount of time was unbelievable. It seeped out of me, covering my legs and the couch below me. It was hot and sticky but quickly hardened, making it difficult to remove.
As he finally finished, he laid down beside me. “I can’t believe we just did that.” I really couldn’t believe this either.
I purred. “I know, that was amazing.”
“I wasn’t expecting to move so fast.”
I playfully shoved him, thinking he was joking. “It was your idea. You started it!”
“Oh, I’m happy, I just can’t believe I’ll be a father. You’re right though, it did feel amazing.” He rolled to look at me, grinning.
I laughed nervously, unable to tell if what he said was a joke. It was looking more and more like he was serious. I couldn’t comprehend what he meant, so I just blurted out, “I’m not pregnant am I? Why are you a father?”
I had no idea what piece of information I was missing, but the look on his face immediately conveyed that I was. I could just tell.
“When we finish inside, our seed always finds a home. Is this not the case for you?” I still rebelled against the idea. I surely had heard him wrong. This whole thing was just a bad dream. I was probably still stuck on the spacecraft, probably down for a long sleep.
After a few panic attacks, a bout of hyperventilation, a little bit of anger, and a lot of unwillingness to accept the truth, he finally managed to calm me down. We talked about it a while, and he explained that he was ready to make me his Princess if I wanted that.
When he said that, I again began to reel. Part of me thought things were moving way to fast. I had known this man for a few hours. He was amazing, and I legitimately liked him, but how was I supposed to know if I wanted to marry him.
I started thinking about the alternatives. The whole time he helped talk me through my options. He was calm, understanding, and still extremely sexy.
My life had already changed so much in the last few months, and even more so in the last few hours that I decided to just go with it. He was so genuine, so nice, and so good at sex. I wish the third one didn’t matter, but it was certainly a plus.
It was a plus that I continued to enjoy. He was ready and willing to get me off at just about any whim I had. He was the most fulfilling person I had ever talked to, which helped make the sex even more incredible. I went from a virgin who avoided sex my entire life to a complete sex addict. The pleasures he was able to deliver to me would make any woman feel and act the same.
About a month after that first night, I realized that he was in fact right. His seed must have waited for an egg to present itself, because I could feel the changes in my body. I was carrying the first child between our two races, a monumental event in the history of the universe I expect.
I was soon made an official part of the royal family, having officially accepted his offer to be his bride. Life is good here.
Especially the sex.
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Disciplining Their Little Girl
Story Nine
Meagan was a large girl. She always had been, and she thought she always would be. But, some curves are more delectable than others. A few round body parts here and there can even enhance a figure. You might even call her sexy. A plus-sized virgin woman, she was. At just nineteen years old and enjoying her last carefree summer before starting off to college... Meagan had one goal on her mind: find a boyfriend, and know what it was like to have a thick cock filling her southern slit.
It wasn't much to ask for, was it? She certainly didn't seem to think so. The problem was, Meagan seemed to forever be having trouble snagging a man. They thought she was too this, or too that, or not enough this, or not enough that. No matter the reason, there always was one. That's what hurt young, untouched Meagan the most. Having nobody to call her own and no real answer as to why...
She was quite pretty in the face – narrow at the waist and wide at the hips. Despite the extra pounds she carried, Meagan managed to maintain one hell of a sexy physique. Those massive, jumbo-sized tits should have been enough to snag any man she yearned for. But, this was not to be so... There remained something else, some unknown trait which scared away all other men.
That is, until she met Nico...
***
It was supposed to be a quick, easy part-time job for the summer. A short-term way to make some extra spending money. Meagan didn't have much else to do with her time. She figured, why not? Better than sitting at home and stewing over her man problem. Why not get a little money while she flaunted her plus-size figure in public? Maybe a sexy guy would notice her ample curves and fall head over heels for her...
Yeah, right...
That was never going to happen, and she knew it. But, nonetheless, Meagan resolved to stay employed – for at least a few weeks, if she could help it.
The internet ad had said it would be a low-stress position. A kind of carefree college kid's dream job. Very little work, decent money, and afternoon hours so you could sleep in without issue. She decided to go at once – drafting up her little resume and hopeful message for emplo
yment.
And with that, off she went to the small store.
The bell hanging atop the door jingled slightly as she pushed it open, making her way through the threshold. A sweet, aromatic scent greeted her nose. A kind of sugary heaven, as she would later describe it.
Meagan walked inside, noting the countless jars and bottles and containers of various honeys. That was the store, in fact. A honey shop – supposedly one of the best around. All home-made or imported from secret, special locations from around the world. It looked quite magical, she thought. Some were bright yellows, while others were dark, golden browns, and still others somewhere in between. Sunlight shined in through the front windows, giving the entire store a wonderful appearance of sweetness and magic.
She turned in circles, round and round, eyeing over the various wares – all so perfect and tantalizing. Her heart was bursting with excitement at the prospect of working in such a place. That large, plump girl had never felt so overjoyed. She put a hand on her soft, round belly and continued to walk rearward, still entranced by the countless shades of color all around.
“Oof!” Meagan wheezed, just as she collided with something on her backside, squishing against that plump ass.
Clumsy girl! She thought. The chubby virgin had been too fixated on the honey to remember to watch where she was going.
“Oh hello, and sorry about that – I didn't know you would keep backing up,” said a manly voice to her rear.
The strength and power of the voice immediately removed Meagan from her fanciful state. There was such virility and charm to the sound. She could scarcely turn around out of fright and embarrassment. But, whatever she bumped into had felt incredibly sturdy and well muscled. It warranted a glimpse at least, didn't it?
“Umm,” she said quietly, just beginning to spin her full-figured body to the side. “Sorry there.”
And here, young Meagan found herself face to chest as it were – with an imposing, athletic man. She could see his well-developed chest through the tight shirt, as her eyes ran out to peek at the bulging biceps and muscular forearms. Not to mention those boulder shoulders. The deep-voiced man was handsome, to say the least. Handsome and beefy. The kind of he-man physique Meagan had always read about in her romance stories – only now, she was right in the presence of one.
The untouched woman's mouth drew open in shock, unable to speak or react. She simply felt her lip begin to quiver, as those flapping butterflies took flight in her girthy stomach.
“No need to apologize, miss. It was really my fault. I should have said something,” the sexy stranger smiled.
Then it appeared, at least to those with a trained eye, that the man took a quick look down at Meagan's exposed cleavage. Those bountiful, inviting breasts quite befitting of a plump girl. Her tight shirt did wonderful things to enhance the appeal of them.
“Well, I uh...” Meagan sputtered, still awe-struck by his perfection.
“Might I help you with anything?” He asked at last, breaking the silence with that honey voice of his.
“H-h-help me?” She blathered, completely forgetting where she was or why she had arrived.
“Yes, are you looking for some honey today?”
“Oh...” the nervous girl nodded – only just now beginning to recall her mission. “Yes, umm I'm not sure if you could... I'm here for the job opening?”
She phrased it as a question, as if unsure this hulking figure with a smile hot enough to melt steel could actually be employed in such a place.
“The job opening!” The man shouted. “Yes, of course! I've been on the lookout for someone new. I just didn't think anyone so attractive would be stepping in to offer.”
The compliment about buckled Meagan at her knees. Attractive?! Her? Was this guy a little drunk? Those chubby, comely cheeks of hers began to redden as she spun slightly to the side in a shy gesture.
“Well,” she said after a brief pause, “here I am! I mean, if you're still wanting to interview...”
“Yes, of course! It looks like you know your way around the shop already,” the man laughed, poking fun at her clumsy bump.
The young girl rubbed the back of her neck, smiling on one side of her mouth. “Yeah... sorry about that again.”
“Don't worry about it!” He grinned, once again peering down at her breast and belly – the two large, feminine spheres of sensuality, and the big, soft tummy, a true woman's body. “My name is Nico. I own this place. Nice to meet you...”
Nico held onto the end of his word, letting it drag out as he extended a hand to shake.
“Oh, right!” Meagan giggled. “My name is Meagan. I love your store! It looks so beautiful!”
And here she felt his strong hand, like a warm vice, grasping her own dainty palm. There was an immediate surge of sexual energy coursing through her body – as if the slightest touch from the burly Nico had triggered her most innate and taboo desires – the awakening of her sexuality!
The man had a bit of stubble lining his chin and cheeks, all up along the jawline. Quite a virile appearance. He looked like anything but the owner of a honey store... Meagan thought he should be modeling for the cover of fitness magazines or romance novels. She couldn't help but wonder what lurked beneath his shirt... hopefully a rippled stomach and chiseled abs to match the sight of his robust chest.
“Any experience?” Nico asked.
“What!” Meagan blurted, still thinking her dirty thoughts. Experience with what? Touching a rock-hard chest like that?!
The handsome fellow laughed quietly, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder. “I mean, have you worked with honey? Or would this be your first time?”
Oh my... there went her knees again! The sensation of his warm skin on her cool shoulder was enough cause an orgasm in itself! Meagan about whimpered at the experience, nearly drooling. She breathed in deeply, causing those impressive boobs to raise and lower in a rather sensuous fashion. Nico certainly took note of them – and strangely, he smiled afterward as if acknowledging their endless temptation.
“Oh, uh... No, no I don't, sorry... but I have worked in a store before!” Meagan mumbled, trying to catch her breath. She desperately wanted employment here! That much was certain – with every fiber of her being, the virgin plumper wished to be hired right on the spot, and fall directly into the arms of this beefcake proprietor!
“That's ok,” Nico replied. “I don't mind teaching – if you're willing.”
The words were fairly innocent in themselves; yet Meagan felt a heavy undertone of innuendo in the tone of his voice. As if he were hinting at something entirely more salacious and lewd than a jar of sticky honey. Perhaps he had another sticky substance on his mind – all the while staring down at the chubby woman's ripe body. He would smile now and then, making sure to scan the entirety of her ample figure... and what was even more arousing, is that he seemed to want Meagan to know of his visual undressing.
It didn't bother her in the least! The fanciful virgin loved the heat ray his eyes were causing – seemingly leaving a trail of seduction wherever they ventured... down her breasts, along her stomach, over the thick, juicy thighs and beyond... right down to her well-padded groin. That quickly became a burning inferno of lust and wanton desire! Nico had but cast his gaze there for no more than a second, yet Meagan felt a rush of sexual juices forming on the interior of her lips. The panties already beginning to moisten. What a stimulating and unexpected, but all the more welcome experience.
“You would teach me?” Meagan questioned, puffing her lips out in a seductive pose.
Her elbows pressed inward toward her chest, causing the cleavage to grow and expand several times over. If those boobs had looked big before, they were infinitely larger now! Plumper and fuller! The kind you could imagine planting your face between and satisfying every naughty desire you ever thought.
And judging by the way Nico licked his lips, it certainly appeared he harbored a dirty thought or two in his mind as he continued smiling at the corpulent virgin.
“You're a hard worker, aren't you?” He asked.
“Me? Oh sure! I try to show up early and leave late, all that kind of stuff,” she smiled nervously, rocking back and forth at the hip.
“Good enough for me,” Nico laughed. “When would you like to start?”
“You mean—you mean I got the job?!” Meagan gasped, causing her supple belly to jiggle slightly beneath her tight shirt. That plump perfection just dying to be handled and devoured, to be ravaged and fucked.
“Sure, if you want it, Meagan. I like you already. You seem nice, you're very pretty and I have a good feeling about you.”
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