by Freya Kane
I grabbed Alton’s hand and lead him into the kitchen, making sure the island blocked him from the waist down in case someone came in. Then I dropped to my knees.
“What are you doing?” Alton hissed, trying to pull me back to my feet. “She could walk in anytime.”
“She could,” I said, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out through the slit in his boxer-briefs. He was already half-hard, so for all his brain might be protesting his body was ready to go. “So that just means you should already be thinking about blowing your load inside my mouth so we don’t get caught.”
Before Alton could protest anymore, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, feeling him harden and thicken even more under the warm suction of my lips. I slowly sank down, fighting the urge to gag as I took more and more of his length down my throat.
Between my legs, my pussy was absolutely throbbing with need, but all that did was encourage me to suck harder. Alton’s hand tangled in my hair, pushing me down further until I felt my nose brush his stomach. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.” The deep seductive tone in Alton’s voice made that sound like the hottest thing I could imagine.
Tightening his grip in my hair, Alton held me still while he drew his hips back, sliding his cock from my mouth until only the head was still between my lips before pushing back in. I moaned around my mouthful, desperately wanting to touch myself, but both of my hands were clenched on Alton’s thighs for leverage.
The kitchen was silent except for the sound of slurping as Alton fucked my face. I couldn’t help gagging a bit when Alton went too deep, but I still didn’t want him to stop. His balls slapped against my chin, and his voice was a low rumble above me.
“Your mouth is so fucking good, Iris. I didn’t think you’d be able to take all of me. No one else has ever been able to.” I flicked my eyes upwards at his words, meeting his eyes as he stared down at me. The taste in my mouth started to get saltier, and I knew Alton would be filling my mouth soon.
“Keep looking at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, baby,” Alton roared. “Get ready!” Alton yanked me down, his grip in my hair tightening painfully, and I felt the first pulse of his come hit the back of my throat. I whimpered and he loosened his grip on my hair, letting my pull back enough to catch the rest of his come on my tongue as he emptied himself in my mouth.
I kept sucking him through the aftershocks, swallowing every drop of the salty come before he lifted me off his oversensitive cock. I sat back on my heels, trying to ignore the pulsing between my legs and failing miserably.
Looking up at Alton from my spot on the floor, my lips swollen from sucking his cock, I hiked up my skirt so that he could see the soaked crotch of my panties before I pushed them down to my knees. I spread apart my lips, my dew glistening on them, and pushed two fingers inside my pussy, crooking them just enough to brush my G-spot.
“Your cock in my mouth made me so wet, Alton,” I moaned, my voice already hitching with every pump of my fingers. “I’m so close already.”
“Add another finger,” Alton ordered. I pushed a third finger inside my channel, the extra digit stretching me in a way that felt delicious. I stared up at Alton, my body teetering on the edge of orgasm. I just needed something to push me over.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Iris,” Alton breathed, and that was all it took. My pussy spasmed around my fingers, squeezing and clenching as I rocked against my own hand on the kitchen floor while Alton watched.
When I could breathe again, he pulled me to my feet. My legs felt like jello, and I stood still as Alton pulled up my panties and smoothed down my skirt before taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth, licking my juices from my fingers before kissing me sweetly.
“You’re all I want,” he whispered against my lips before leaving the kitchen.
***
Lucy moved out the next day. The house belonged to Alton, and when she stormed into my room to scream at me to get packing because we were leaving, I just glared at her.
“We’re leaving?” I shook my head. “Nope, you’re leaving. I’m not the one who cheated on my husband. I like this house. Alton doesn’t mind if I stay. You can’t make me leave.”
She stood there for a moment, opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish before leaving in a huff. A moment later I heard the front door slam and her car peel out of the driveway.
We were free!
Alton appeared in my doorway a few minutes later, his eyes traveling over my body. I was just wearing a pair of yoga pants and a skimpy tank top as I lounged around the house, and I could feel my nipples tightening already in anticipation.
“You know how many nights I used to lay in my dorm room and think of you?” I asked, rubbing my hand over my breasts until my nipples stood out through the thin tank top. “I’d think about you coming into my room and catching me touching myself.” I brought my hand down between my legs, cupping my pussy over the clingy yoga pants and feeling the heat already growing there.
“It would make me so wet,” I murmured, stroking myself a bit harder. “But I’d always try to go slow and make the fantasy last. . .”
“Take them off.” Alton’s voice was hoarse with desire as he stared at me from the doorway, sprawled on my bed. “Show me what you did back then.”
Sitting up, I wiggled the yoga pants down my hips leaving me just wearing a pair of white cotton panties, already damp with my arousal. I slipped my hand inside, cupping my mound before slipping a finger between my lower lips.
“By the time I got my fingers inside my panties, I was always so turned on I just wanted to come,” I said breathlessly, my voice hitching as my finger stroked my clit. Alton had unzipped his pants and his cock was in his hand. He stroked his rock-hard erection as he watched me.
“I’d think about you walking through the door and seeing me, and you wouldn’t say anything. You’d just climb on the bed and yank my panties down and slam into me-” I was teetering right on the edge, my finger rubbing my clit steadily.
An instant later, my fantasy was becoming reality. I cried out as I climaxed and at the same moment Alton climbed on top of me. He tugged my panties down, ripping the fabric in his haste and speared me with that huge cock. The second Alton entered me, my orgasm redoubled, the waves of pleasure increasing as Alton slammed in and out of me.
“I jerked off to you a lot,” Alton growled, each snap of his hips punctuating his words. “Once, right after the last time you stayed over I came in here and laid on your bed to jerk myself off. I imagined you walking in and climbing right on my cock.”
“Guess we had the same fantasy,” I groaned, my voice sounding rough and blown out with pleasure. My hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him down to press flush against me. I could feel the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against my legs, and both of our shirts were sticking to our sweaty skin.
Every encounter we’d had seemed to have this same frantic pace where we couldn’t wait to get our clothes off. But soon enough that would all be changing. We were finally free to just enjoy ourselves, no more worrying over who might walk in.
I hooked my leg around Alton’s hip and rolled us over so that I was on top. I peeled my tank top off and tossed it aside while Alton watched me appreciatively. Slowly, I started bouncing on his cock, loving the way Alton’s cock seemed to go even deeper inside me with every thrust.
I couldn’t believe only a few days ago I’d been a virgin!
Alton’s hands went to my hips, guiding my rhythm. “That’s right, Iris. Ride my dick!”
I leaned forward just enough to get some delicious pressure on my clit and within a few more bounces my pussy was pulsing around Alton’s cock. I kept moving, riding him through the aftershocks of my own orgasm, and a moment later I felt the first hot splash of Alton’s come inside me.
“That’s right baby,” I moaned. “Give me that come! Get me pregnant!”
I slid off Alton and sprawled next to him in my bed, the sheets smelling like sex for the first ti
me ever. When Alton moved to pull up his pants and get dressed, I stopped him.
“You don’t have to get dressed, Alton.” I stood up, stretching languidly, every muscle in my body relaxed from the three amazing orgasms. “I know I don't intend to.” I climbed out of bed and stood in front of Alton shamelessly. Totally naked and with my pussy lips swollen and my inner thighs stained with come, I looked like the definition of well-fucked.
“After all, Alton,” there are so many rooms in this house that we haven’t fucked in yet. And now that we have the house to ourselves, I can’t think of a better time to get started.”
I didn’t look back to see if Alton was staring at my ass as I walked out my bedroom door. I knew he was. A moment later I heard the sound of his clothes hitting the floor as he followed me.
I walked downstairs with Alton on my heels, unable to keep myself from swaying my hips as I walked. I made my way into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge.
The cool air on my heated skin had my nipples tightening even more, and I shivered, grabbing two bottles of sparkling water before closing the door and turning back to Alton and froze.
Seeing Alton standing in the middle of the kitchen totally naked really brought home the fact that we didn’t have to hide anymore. This wasn’t me hiding behind the kitchen island giving him a furtive blowjob while we both listened for the sound of footsteps. This wasn’t a weekend fling where time was running down for us. This was real. Alton was mine and I was his.
I handed Alton the bottle of water before cracking mine open and sipping the fizzy water while I stared at him. Alton was incredibly sexy. His sandy blond hair had just a little bit of wave in it and I loved running my fingers through it. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as I stared at him, but he stayed silent while my eyes drifted lower.
Alton’s chest and arms were toned, the muscles hard and defined by hours at the gym to escape his unhappy marriage. I followed the six-pack abs to that sexy V of his hipbones and finally down to the prize that hung between his thighs.
Alton’s cock was still half-hard, and it twitched a bit under my attention. Even when he wasn’t fully hard it was impressive. Nine inches long and gloriously thick, it managed to fill every part of me.
Well, maybe not quite every part.
I leaned on the counter, sticking my ass out as I sipped my water, the bubbles tickling my nose.
After all, one part of me was still a virgin, and I wanted to take care of that.
“Are you waiting for something, baby?” Alton asked, curiosity in his voice. I could feel his eyes on me, and I canted my hips up a bit more, putting the curve of my ass on display and drawing even more attention to the slit of my pussy and the mess of sticky come on my thighs.
“You know, Alton,” I said, wiggling my ass a bit. “You’ve taken my cherry. And you’ve fucked my mouth. But I’m still a virgin in one last place. Don’t you want to take me in my last virgin hole?”
“Fuck yes,” Alton purred, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me against his hardening cock. He rocked his hips against mine for a moment and I felt his erection growing against my ass. “I just need to get something slippery.”
Alton pulled away and I heard him rummaging through the pantry. A moment later he came back with a tub of coconut oil. I looked over my shoulder, watching as he slicked up his fingers thoroughly with the thick oil. His slippery hands pulled apart my cheeks, exposing the tight rosette of my ass. He pressed one slick finger against it, circling the rim for a moment before he pushed inside.
Just that one finger felt impossibly huge inside me as my tight muscles parted. “Tell me if you need me to stop,” Alton breathed against my ear as he moved his finger in and out of my ass.
The soreness started to give way to pleasure, and Alton added another finger, scissoring the two of them apart to stretch my channel. His free hand came around my front and parted my folds to find the hard nub of my clit. He started rubbing circles on that little bundle of nerves as he fingered my ass, and within a few moments I was breathless and shaking.
“Now Alton. Fuck me now!”
His fingers slipped out of me, but before I could whine over the sudden emptiness I felt the head of his cock, slick with the coconut oil, push past the tight ring of muscles into my last virginal passage.
Alton held still as soon as the head was inside me, giving me a minute to catch my breath. There was no denying that it hurt. Alton’s huge erection felt like it was splitting me in two, but I certainly wasn’t going to back out now. He pushed forward, his fingers still rubbing my clit to distract me from the pain.
“So tight,” he moaned, thrusting into my shallowly. Only about a third of Alton’s cock was inside me, but he was pumping in and out of me like that was all he intended to let me have.
His fingers on my clit were reawakening the desire that the first painful thrust had dampened. Every thrust was lighting up nerve endings I didn’t even know existed.
I wanted more. Every single inch.
“More!” I demanded, clinging to the kitchen counter as Alton sawed in and out of my ass. “Give me every inch of that dick!”
Alton quickly realized that I wasn't this breakable thing, and he pushed in deeper. His cock seemed to go on forever, and when I felt his balls brush the curve of my ass, I knew he was fully seated in me.
“Fuck me!” I growled, feeling like this wild, primal thing as my Alton fucked my ass in the middle of the kitchen.
The slap of Alton’s flesh hitting mine was loud, and my own breath was harsh in my ears. Alton was grunting with every thrust, punctuating the pleasure noises with groans of “so fucking tight.” It was such a change from having to be quiet during our last encounter in here.
Alton’s fingers never paused in their attention on my clit. I could feel my whole body tightening like a coiled spring as my orgasm grew closer and closer. Alton’s bruising thrusts were almost lifting me off my feet, and I knew I’d be walking bowlegged tomorrow. I yelped in surprise as my orgasm rolled over me, my empty pussy quivering and quaking while my ass squeezed Alton’s invading cock even tighter. A moment later Alton swore and I felt the splash of heat as he came inside my ass.
I slumped forward, half-sprawled across the kitchen counter as I tried to catch my breath, Alton’s cock still buried in my ass. Slowly, he withdrew from me. I hissed a bit as his cock dragged across my oversensitive rim, but I missed the feeling of being filled already.
I heard the scrape of a chair across the tile floor, and a moment later Alton was hauling me onto his lap, wrapping his arms protectively around me.
It was perfect.
***
Alton spent the next few weeks filling me with as much come as he possibly could. Even if I gave him a blowjob, he refused to blow his load in my mouth. Instead, I'd suck his delicious dick until he was seconds away from coming, and then he'd slam his cock into my pussy, coating my walls with his seed.
And it had worked! Barely a month after I caught Lucy on the couch with her boy toy, I was staring at a blue plus sign on a pregnancy test!
Of course, knowing that I was pregnant didn’t make Alton any less eager to fuck me. The only thing it changed was now he came in my mouth and on my tits just as much as in my pussy.
Alton couldn’t finalize his divorce soon enough, but the process seemed to take forever. All the while, my belly continued to grow. By the time everything had ended and he was officially divorced, I was already pretty big. My small size made my round pregnant belly even more obvious and my breasts were huge!
Once the papers were signed and he was totally free, we had to celebrate! And what better way to celebrate than by fucking his hot pregnant girlfriend?
I had just discovered that the reason my breasts were so big already was because my milk had come in early. It made them ache so much that I didn’t know how I’d stand it for the next three months, but Alton had a solution.
“What if I suck on them?” he asked, staring hungrily at my dar
kened nipples. “I don’t like seeing you uncomfortable, but I’d be lying if I said the thought of nursing from you doesn’t make me want to come in my pants.”
Tentatively, I agreed and Alton wrapped his lips around my nipple while he brought his hand between my legs, finding my pussy already slick and ready.
“Mmmmm that’s it!” I moaned as he plunged two fingers inside me. I was always dripping wet lately, the pregnancy hormones having me in a state of constant arousal.
“OH!” I gasped in surprise pleasure as I felt the new and strange sensation of my milk flowing into Alton’s mouth. He sucked harder, his fingers fucking me as he drained one breast before switching to the other.
I was writhing on the couch, the place where it all started, and I was barely able to handle the incredible pleasure coursing through me. When the last drop of milk had passed his lips Alton pulled back, slipping his fingers from my pussy while I was still twitching with arousal and begging to come. Smiling, he stood up and stripped off his clothes before sitting back down and pulling me onto his lap.