I felt my pussy pulsing around the huge dick inside me as the remnants of my orgasm subsided. I looked up at him, feeling our new deep connections. For a second, I thought back to how I found myself in this situation. Until thirty minutes ago, I was a virgin. An hour ago, I thought I had control of my situation, my sex life, and my body. I was naive. I thought I could join a man in the shower, have non-intercourse sexual fun, and leave with my virginity in tact. I let my guard down, and in a single motion, he forced me down onto his huge, throbbing dick. Then, one stroke later, I was having my first incredible orgasm on a man's cock.

That's how I found myself here, sitting under the spray of his shower. He still had his dick shoved very deep in my well-fucked pussy, and I had his sperm streaming from my unprotected pussy and down my ass. What a delicious feeling! I may not have wanted to be fucked when I entered the shower, but his amazing cock and my intense orgasms had completely convinced me.

"I was never going to pull out of you. I've wanted that for a long time," he said, speaking first.

As I tried to catch my breath, "I knew you wouldn't. I've always known you wouldn't. I just didn't know how much I wanted it, too, though."

I wanted to stay just like that. My cunt was happy, and his dick wasn't getting soft at all! Sadly, our hot water started to fade, and we knew we'd have to move round two to his bed. After quickly drying off, we moved to his room, and he pushed me back onto the bed.

Wasting no time, he opened my legs and pushed the thick head of his cock back into my pussy where I felt like it belonged. He reached down with one strong hand and grabbed one of my huge tits, using it to leverage himself into my pussy. I squeezed tightly onto his dick. My first voluntary sexual action since this whole thing started. His fingers dug into my tit while he savagely fucked me hard and deep. His rough, aggressive nature was intoxicating. He slammed hard into me, and my pleasure built. As my first orgasm in his bed approached, my voluntary actions faded, replaced by involuntary ones. The force of his thrusts inside me made my boobs bounce wildly, forcing him to let go and allowing it to sway freely. I held onto his powerful arms, and my legs wrap around his waist. My pussy squeezed, and my entire body squeezed with it. I pulled him in close to me and screamed as my orgasm shot through me.

He was finally pounding me through my orgasm like he'd always promised, and it was incredible. I thought I had cum hard in the shower. My first orgasm, when I hadn't expected to be pulled straight down on his cock, was driven to higher intensities than I'd ever felt. My second orgasm in the shower, my first time being fucked to one, left me unable to speak. My third, knowing he was going to shoot his sperm into my formerly virgin and completely unprotected cunt, convinced me that, not only did I want it, but everything he was doing in the shower was right. It had sealed our bond together. This one, with him brutally pounding my overwhelmed pussy, was a different kind of pleasure. I felt like my orgasm was tearing through my body. I could feel the pleasure through to the tips of my fingers and the end of my toes. The sensitivity level in my pussy was unbearable, overwhelming. He kept pounding my pussy, and he didn't let me come down. I couldn't tell if it was pleasurable or painful. The answer was forced upon me as the hardest orgasm of my life continued exploding inside me. I bucked wildly against his relentless slamming. He kept shoving deep in me, grabbing hard on my tits, again, and using them to pull me onto stronger and deeper thrusts. My body reacted with more intense waves of climax. It was getting harder to breathe. I moaned out loudly and was unable to draw breath deeply enough to replace the air lost in my moans, nor enough air to cover the next moan. I'd never brought myself to orgasm this hard and was being overwhelmed by it. The world around us started to fade, and all that was left was indescribable pleasure.

I fainted.

I was out, apparently, just for a moment. I came back to consciousness squeezing hard on his throbbing dick inside me. However, my free tit wasn't flopping wildly, and my head wasn't being snapped back by the impact of his thrusts. He'd stopped, and he looked down at me with concern etched on his face.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah."

"I mean really ok? I know that can be a jarring experience." His concern for me was cute and endearing. Personalities are so complex. One moment this man was in the shower, biding his time, and waiting for his chance to take advantage of my lowered guard, and now he was worried about my well-being. Definitely an interesting turn of events. "Do you need a minute?"

I hooked my legs tightly around him, "Don't you dare stop fucking me!' while I gave a squeeze signaling my willingness and readiness to continue.

He started again. This time much slower, giving me time to get my bearings. I wanted his pace to speed up, but he continued to slowly drive into me. As we kept at that speed, I couldn't help but realize how hard I was being thrust into, despite the slow speed of our fuck. I had never considered being fucked slowly, but hard. I could only describe each stroke as impactful. Despite the slower pace, I couldn't believe how fast my orgasm was building. How does he have that effect on me? Sure, he has a big cock, and it feels incredible touching every part of me, but really it's the connection we have. I've been bonded to him since he forcefully pulled me down hard onto his dick. That first thrust felt so incredible. Up until that point, I hadn't experienced a shock of pleasure like that. The second thrust, as I tried to get off of him and was pulled back down onto him, triggered my orgasm and began my deep connection to him. Now his amazing dick was exploiting that bond and methodically driving me to another delicious orgasm. For my part, I didn't hold back. I let the feeling wash over me, and I vocalized loudly as I gave in to another unspeakably amazing orgasm on this man's perfect dick.

He'd done it. He made me his. When I arrived at his house, I wanted to keep my distance, to be guarded, to stop myself from being vulnerable, but I couldn't. He'd forced his dick in me and literally fucked me into submission. I wanted to give back to him. I wanted to show him how incredible I think he is and how amazing the time he was giving me. "I want to ride you," I managed when my breathing came back under control.

"I'll never say no to that!" he replied, his eagerness apparent.

Even though I was the one who asked him to change positions, I felt a void left inside me when he withdrew. He'd imprinted himself inside me, and I needed that mold filled again. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him. Nowadays, I'm much better at it, but back then I had never realized how it wasn't just jumping on top of a man and going straight to fucking, the way it had always looked in porn. It takes some body situational and positional awareness. However, I did manage to straddle him, grab him by his thick shaft, and get it stuffed into back my tight, but eager, pussy (where I definitely decided it belonged).

This time, I was going to be in control. I knew he wanted to fuck me for longer than I could stay at his home. I was already going to be late getting home and back to my responsibilities. I had to hurry this up and was well aware he was going to purposely draw out his orgasm as long as possible, but I also knew his weaknesses! He had mentioned before, while talking about fucking, his own orgasms had been brought forth faster than he'd wanted when he had big boobs in his face and tight orgasms wrapped around his cock. For my part, I have huge tits! And, when it came to tightness, until an hour earlier, I was a 38 yr old virgin. I knew my orgasms could squeeze like no other! I could get him to shoot deep in my pussy one more time, but this time on my terms!

I began rocking back and forth. It felt so natural being on top and having him deep inside me. It was my turn to fuck him into submission! I leaned down to his face and kissed him deeply. I gushed even harder, and the extra lubrication slipped him deeper into me. I yelped in pleasure as I felt him sink in me farther than I anticipated. I wanted more. I sat up slightly, and, as he looked up at me, I pushed one of my huge jugs into his open mouth. True to form, he sucked greedily at it while my pussy continued to work his dick. I was immediately rewarded by the same intense, almost violent jerking feeling as before when his dick was shoved deep inside me in the shower, and he glued his mouth to my sensitive nipple. It's like his wonderful cock knew my orgasm was approaching.

Once he told me about the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Back when he was still married, many years earlier and well before we met, his mother-in-law was visiting during Thanksgiving. Evidently she had heard from her daughter, his ex, that he sleeps so soundly and deeply that she could fuck him in his sleep, through several of her own orgasms, and, amazingly, through his own, without him ever waking up. Feeling bold after her daughter left for her menial Black Friday retail job, she decided to try it for herself. He said he woke up with her riding the hell out of him. Normally, he would've been to turned off by her, but she'd been on him a while and had multiple orgasms, evident by the wet mess he felt all over his cock and on his lap, and she was heading straight for another. Even worse than that, he was already about to blow his load when he woke up. He told me more than anything, he wanted to avoid cumming in his mother-in-law, so he tried to hold back his orgasm, so he could dismount her. As anyone can tell you, the more you try to hold back, the faster and more intensely your orgasm happens. He was holding back a herculean amount, desperately motivated not to seed his wife's mom. He wasn't able to unseat her, and her final orgasm drove him, against his will, to his own, and the effort he'd used to hold back was turned back against him, and he shot in her harder than he had in anyone else.

I wanted to try that. I wanted to hold back my orgasm as long and as hard as I could, so I could climax to the point where I would cum my brains out. Immediately upon making that decision, I felt my pussy tighten and my sensitivity level skyrocket. I wasn't going to be able to last long. Instinctively, he must have known, too, because his huge dick throbbed harder and swelled in response. I kept shoving my electrified pussy down onto his massive cock. His swelling and throbbing mixed with my soaked and tightening pussy gave me just what I wanted from him. He let out deep, guttural groans and grunts, muffled by my H-Cup shoved in his mouth. Holding back and driving myself to a more intense orgasm was having the desired effect! I didn't have the same motivation he had when he was holding back, but I was motivated enough to push my pleasure to the point where he couldn't hold back anymore. I drove myself down hard again on his dick. God, I was getting so much tighter. It was at the point where, despite my pussy being soaked from multiple gushing orgasms and lubricated by his sperm from the shower, it was taking actual force to shove myself down onto his fantastic cock, and my pussy grabbed like a vice, holding him tightly when I tried to withdraw.

His grunting into my tit was getting louder. The vibration of his voice was causing a new sensation shooting into my sensitive nipple. My willpower to hold back began melting. I wasn't going to make it. I was going to cum so hard I blew my mind, but without drawing his orgasm out of him. I desperately tried to maintain my ability to hold back, but my orgasm insistently began taking control of my body. Mentally, I grasped tightly to my last shred of control. Then the unexpected happened. "UNG! UNG! UNG!" he cried out into my tit. His orgasm broke loose! I felt his dick jumping inside me, and I wanted to keep sliding my pussy up and down his dick, so I could draw out his orgasm, but it wasn't meant to be. The moment that hot cum hit my pussy, my orgasm was triggered, erasing the last bit of willpower, and I screamed as he seeded my orgasming pussy for the second time in as many hours.

Even though my pussy was giving me an incredibly rewarding intensity to my orgasm for holding back, I could still feel just how much he was cum he was gifting my fertile pussy. If he hadn't impregnated me in the shower, he definitely was now, and that thought took my orgasm to spectacular heights. Although I wasn't doing it voluntarily, I was driving my pussy hard on his dick and milking more of his sperm into my pussy, which is exactly what I wanted! I knew I was milking out every drop he had to offer, just like in the shower. However, unlike the shower where he shot in me until I overflowed and lost some of his precious sperm as it streamed down my ass and was washed away by the shower spray, this time I was so tightly wrapped around his dick in orgasm that there was no way for a single drop to escape this time.

As our orgasms subsided, my sensitive pussy was involuntarily keeping a vice grip on his softening dick, making sure to keep his sperm in me as he withdrew. I was so full. It almost felt like it was sloshing inside my satisfied pussy. I managed to pry my sensitive nipple from his still greedy mouth and replace it with my lips on his. He kissed me deeply. We made out like teenagers, it was so hot. I felt myself getting turned on all over again! Unfortunately, I caught a glimpse of the clock on his nightstand. I was VERY late. I had to go!! No time to stay for more fun. No time to get cleaned up. I gathered my clothes, got dressed quickly, kissed him goodbye, and ran to my car.

When I sat in the car, I felt his cum finally spill from my full cunt and into my panties. It was gonna be an uncomfortable drive the rest of the way home with this mess made of our intermingled juices making my panties stick to my crotch. Oh well, I was proud of that mess. I built that mess. I made him shoot so hard in my pussy that there was a huge mess in my underwear, but still plenty of cum left in my unprotected and, as of today, no longer virgin pussy to give me his baby. I felt like I'd given him, and received, an incredible and intimate gift.

I'd barely made it half an hour down the road, and I just had to call him. When he answered, I felt a flutter inside me. I was 38 and acting giddy like a girl less than half my age talking to her high school sweetheart. We had a wonderful conversation. We discussed what it would be like if I got pregnant, and what kind of relationship we would have. We also talked about whether I would give him another son, or if I'd give him a sweet, little girl. Personally, I hoped to give him a daughter. He insisted he'd rather have a son, but having a little princess to wrap him around her finger is exactly what he needs in his life! The rest of my 4 hour drive while chatting with him breezed by. It felt like I made it home in no time at all.

Unfortunately, that's not how our relationship went. Because of work schedules that never seemed to sync up, and various other conflicts in responsibilities, it would be several months before we would even see each other again. At first we would call and text each other a lot, but over the months that started to wane, too.

What didn't wane, however, was my belly. It was two weeks after I arrived back home when I missed my period. I waited a few days to take a pregnancy test to confirm what I already knew. When I told him, he was ecstatic! He was overjoyed to know we were going to share something so personal together. He said it strengthened the bond between us. I was excited, too, because I felt the exact same way. However, even though we had that good news between us, we still couldn't find a way to make our schedules work, so we could see each other. Twenty weeks later was our baby's anatomy ultrasound. He was perfect in every way. I know I wanted to give him a daughter, but the fact that I was giving him another son like he wanted felt more special. I was so happy I cried when I told him. He told me I was giving him everything he ever wanted.

Even then, I couldn't pry him away from his work and to come see me. Over the six months I had been carrying his child, I began to resent him. If it was important to him, he would MAKE time to come see me. I also resented myself. I'd been letting him get away with it. Not anymore! I deserved more, and this baby deserved more! I decided to insist he finally come to visit me, and when he did, I would face-to-face tell him exactly how he'd been letting us down.

I called him up, shaking with nervousness. I drew in a deep breath, and in my most serious voice, I told him it was time to come see me. He told me work was hectic, and he was unable to break free. I refused to back down. "You have to come out and see me, to see us. 'No' is unacceptable!" I was proud of the stern tone I mustered. He waffled a bit, and I pressed my advantage. "You put me in this situation. I'm so sore and uncomfortable. You did this to me, and you will come and take responsibility for what you did."

"You're absolutely right. I did that to you, and you don't deserve to be ignored, whether I mean to or not. I'm off this Sunday, and if you can make room in your schedule, I'll be there."

My job as a nurse meant I worked every weekend, and I thought it was still a bit crappy that I'd have to take off for him to come see me, but I had to see him, and I had to make it clear how mad I was. I agreed to see him Sunday.

I spent the days leading up to Sunday rehearsing what I'd say to him. The more I thought about what I'd say, the more upset I got with him. Most days, a mixture of animosity and hormones would bring me to tears as I thought about how he got me pregnant and essentially abandoned me. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass; I was going to be heard. He was going to listen to everything I had to say, and he was going to make sure take better care of me and his baby!

Sunday came on quickly. I was nervous beyond belief. When I heard his car pull into my driveway, I began to shake with rage. Now was the time to tell him exactly how I felt about everything that had went down. My doorbell rang; I composed myself and opened the door. His 6'1" frame loomed in my doorway. His same charming, boyish smile, just like I remembered. I felt my rage start to weaken as the emotions from when we last saw each other came rushing back. His caramel skin, and broad shoulders. He was so handsome and so attractive. My eyes continued to travel down his body until I reached his crotch. Thick and snaked halfway down his thigh, I could make out the clear outline of his huge dick in his jeans, and my rage came rushing back.

How could he show up six months after abusing my consent and getting me pregnant and expect to come right in my front door ready to fuck?! New feelings of disgust rushed through me. He greeted me and walked through the door. As he approached to embrace me, and I put my hand up against his chest to stop his advance. He looked at me confused. Then he leaned in to kiss me, and I turned my head. "No! How dare you!" I said angrily.

"What? I'm here just like you asked."

"But look at you. You've barely came through the door, and you expect to use this on me," I replied, tapping his dick through his jeans with the back of hand.

He tried to explain that wasn't it, saying he just can't help but be turned on around me, but I was hearing none of it. I exploded on him. I told him all of the things I had rehearsed. He stood there listening as I bared my soul in front of him. The more I told him, the more I ended up being a strong mix of enraged and crying. My criticisms of him became mean. They started off as mean and fair critique, and slowly devolved into mean, unfair comments. As I became more emotional, I went to my bedroom, seeking time to recompose myself. He followed me in, and I went after him, again, verbally.
"You're the worst kind of man. You get a girl pregnant, and you just abandon her!" I accused.

"That's not true! I understand you feeling alone, but I didn't abandon you. I work hard to make sure that when the time comes, I have a place for you."

"Bullshit! That's just your excuse for not wanting to see me. You feel GUILTY!"

"Guilty?! Guilty for what?!"

"Guilty for raping me! You forced me in that shower. I had no say in what happened. You did it all, and I was just your victim!"

"My victim? No say? You played no part?! What are you talking about!? You facilitated the whole thing. It wouldn't've happened at all without you!" he said in response.

"Me?? How do you figure!"

"No one made you climb on me and ride me until I came in you."

He was right. I did ride him, but none of that would've happened if he hadn't fucked me in the shower. He forced me in there, and that's what started this whole thing. If he hadn't done that, we would've shared some hand job/fingering orgasm, I would've went home without being impregnated, and he wouldn't be under an obligation to come see me. Even if I didn't ride him, he did hold me down in his shower, fucked me, and came in me. I'm sure that was more than enough to knock me up with his baby. The second cumshot, from when I was riding him, was just icing on an already-pregnant cake. And I let him know that, too!

"...and it never would've happened if you didn't force me down on your dick and then fuck me until you came in me. You knew I was unprotected, and you made the decision to seed me anyway."

"You think you didn't do anything to make that happen?? That's rich!"

"You were in complete control. What could I have done?"

"I've got a big dick, right?"

"You never stop telling me about it," I said, rolling my eyes sarcastically.

"How did I just slide right into you?"

"What?"

"I didn't have to work it in at all. You, a girl who'd never been fucked in her life, slid right down a huge cock easily. How do you think that happened?"

"I don't know. You just pulled me down hard enough for it to push right in," I declared, showing my inexperience and not realizing, at the time, just how painful that would've actually had been.

"You opened yourself up. When you were grinding your clit on the head of my dick, I could feel you pushing my head into your pussy every time you thrust forward, and every time you poked it in, I could feel you opening, getting ready to recieve me."

He was right. It hadn't occurred to me in my anger that had happened, but once mentioned it all came rushing back to me. I had pushed his cock head into my pussy repeatedly when we were supposed to only be doing hand stuff. For a moment, after I realized what I was doing, I'd even considered sliding my pussy the rest of the way on him, or letting him do it. I couldn't deny what he'd said, and it defused some of my rage.

Then he continued, "and you lubricated my dick, so I could easily slide into you."

He was right again. Damn him! After I pulled away from opening myself on the head of his cock, there was a large wet mess I'd left on his dick. I looked at it with pride. I was proud of the mess I'd left on his dick, even noting that I must've soaked his dick all the way down into his hand.

He was right about all of it. I had opened myself on his dick, and I did lubricate him with my juices. As a matter of fact, those are exactly the things I was thinking about when he was bringing me to the orgasm that made me let my guard down, so he could pull me down on his thick cock, and, in only two strokes, he made me orgasm hard enough to convince me to spend the rest of my time there getting fucked. Opened and lubricated, it was all my fault. I had facilitated my own non-consensual fuck. I'd been the instrument of my own impregnation. I was completely diffused.

He continued again, "...and if you can't tell the difference and want to believe you were raped," as he grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head and pulling it down forcing me at 5'8'' to look up at him, "then I can demonstrate how a real rape actually feels."

He had diffused my anger and made me second guess myself, and in that extra thought, I, again, had let my guard down, allowing him to get close. A streak of fear shrieked through me. I looked up at his face, along with this aggression that didn't at all match the sexual aggression I loved, and it left me scared. The shower was innocent bending of my consent. I knew that despite my protest otherwise, but this was going to be full on rape.

I tried to struggle away, but his grip on my hair tightened, hurting me and making me submit to his control. He used that tight grip on my hair to force me to bend over my own bed. I used my hands to brace myself, so I didn't fall flat on my face. I was bent over at the waist, standing flat footed on the floor, with my hands keeping me up from falling onto the bed. His hand holding my hair kept me in that position. It didn't help that huge tits and six months pregnant belly were weighing me down and helping him to hold me in place. I felt absolute fear. I froze. I was going to be raped in my own house, bent over my own bed, and there was nothing I could do about it.

With his free hand, he hooked the waistband of my terry cloth shorts and pulled them down my hips and over my ass. After that, they fell effortless to the floor to my ankles. Strangely, I felt a slight bit of relief in that position. It wasn't ideal, but I knew my 'boy shorts' underwear wouldn't come down so easily, and, unlike bikini cut underwear, they aren't so easy to pull aside, making me fuckable without having to remove my underwear. I had found my way out! He would have to let go of my hair and use both hands to pull down my boy shorts, and, at that moment, I would get upright and be able to protect myself.

My hope completely drained away when he just used his free hand to tear the crotch out of my underwear, leaving me with just a tattered waistband on my hips and my pussy vulnerable and exposed. Nothing was going the way I'd hoped. I wanted to tell him off. I wanted to be mad and to be heard. I wanted to be respected. Instead, I was bent over, about to have my pregnant pussy raped. This couldn't be happening.

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. He was freeing his big cock. I saw it throbbing in his jeans earlier, I should've known where this was going as soon as I saw him. I should've sent him away, and now he had me exactly where he wanted me. I was six months pregnant and about to be forcibly fucked.

The worst part about it all was I could feel how soaked I'd gotten during this whole thing, and in a few minutes, he was going to push the head of his dick against my pregnant pussy, and feel just how wet I'd gotten. He was gonna know I was a slut for him. He was going to know I was his to treat however he wanted. I was crestfallen, so I just prepared to accept what was going to happen.

I felt him get closer to me. This was it. He was going to rape my pussy, pregnant with his baby.

I jumped and yelped in surprise when I felt his tongue snake between my pussy lips and found my clit. He had let go of my hair and was eating my pussy from the back. Instinctively, I stepped out of my shorts around my ankles and spread my legs. Involuntarily, I arched my back and pushed my pregnant pussy back to his face, reveling in the sensation of having my pussy eaten for the first time in my 38 year life. I knew I was soaking his face, and it made me push my clit back harder against his talented tongue. I looked back at him, catching the view between my tits and between my legs to see him stroking his fat cock while he ate me. He remembered! Having a man stroking his cock while eating my pussy was always a fantasy of mine, and he was performing it for me!! I was so wrong about this man. He always wanted to take care of me. He always wanted me to feel special. I wanted to spin around and kiss him or apologize for how I'd treated him, but seeing my fantasy acted out in front of me was too erotic to handle.

My first orgasm shot through me in record time. I don't think he'd been eating my pussy for a full minute, and I was wantonly orgasming against his tongue on my clit. I cried out loudly while my body convulsed and pushed my pregnant pussy back against his tongue. I tried to keep watching through squinted eyes, but my tits would sway during my orgasm blocking my already limited vision. It felt divine. I needed release so badly, and he was giving it to me.

My orgasm subsided, but he didn't break his pace. I propped my knee up onto the bed, keeping my other foot flat on the floor, spreading my legs even more and giving his tongue full access to my sensitive clit. I was rewarded by feeling two of his fingers slipping into my sensitive pussy. I squeezed them as hard as I could. He used his fingers to slam into my soaked pussy, stimulating my g-spot and making me moan out loud. His tongue's assault on my clit was relentless, and my pussy was quickly approaching another orgasm. I had read that some pregnant women experienced increased sexual pleasure and faster, more intense orgasms, and now I could count myself among those lucky women.

"Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh!!" I breathlessly yelled out heralding the arrival of my second orgasm in as many minutes. I couldn't believe how fast they were coming on and how amazing they felt with essentially no buildup at all. I felt so lucky to be pleasured and impregnated by this man. In reward, I coated his face and fingers with copious amounts of fuck juice.

As I came down from that orgasm, I saw him take his soaked hand out of my pregnant pussy and rub it on his throbbing dick. How hot! I knew, thanks to his fingers, I was open and ready to be fucked, and now he's taking care of the lube. I got gleeful at the idea that I was going to be fucked.

But that's not what happened. Instead he brought his fingers back up to my overly stimulated pussy, and went back to work on my next orgasm. I didn't mind this twist in the story, but after two very intense orgasm, my one leg holding me up was much to wobbly to keep me upright. I rolled to my side and onto my back. No longer having to support myself allowed me to shift my focus from balance to pleasure. I pulled my knees back and let him eat and finger fuck me. It was incredible. I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed his head and held it tightly against my soon-to-orgasm-again cunt. I didn't last long against his oral assault, and another orgasm sent pleasure ripping through my body. I no longer moaned or cried out, I full-on screamed my pleasure, loudly and for the whole world to hear.

From here, he licked my pussy to countless more orgasms, each one more overwhelming than the preceding. Individually, these orgasms were intense. Collectively and consecutively, they were too much to handle. I got to the point where the stimulation was borderline painful, but I couldn't stop cumming.

Finally, after I'd lost track of how long or how many orgasms he'd sent through my pregnant body, he let me down and ended his relentless oral and digital attack on my pussy. I could feel every nerve ending in my well used pussy. They felt electrified. My pussy throbbed deep inside. I looked down at him, and his glistening face made me smile. I was happy to coat his mouth, cheeks, and chin with my gushing pussy. I fully expected to see his fingers and hand coated as well, but he had already transferred all of that lubricant to his gorgeous cock. I knew what that meant! I was finally about to get fucked! I couldn't contain how excited I was to finally get his big dick back inside me. I'd waited six long months for this. He was going to shove his hard dick in me and slam my pussy to even more orgasms. I was ready!

He pushed the head of his dick to my sensitive, pregnant cunt and slowly started pushing his thick cock in. The speed at which he sank into me could only be described as glacial. I wanted to be pounded, but he was taking forever just to push his big dick in. I tried to take matters into my own hands. I push my hips up trying consume his huge cock with my eager cunt. Expertly, he pulled back not allowing me to slide up his dick. Frustrated, I tried again, and just as frustrating, he moved away again not letting me get any satisfaction. I knew I'd get him on the third attempt, but he never allowed the third attempt to happen. He used his powerful hands to grab my hips and pin them down to the bed. I tried to move, but he was too strong and easily held me in place. He was once again in control, and I simply had to go along with his wishes.

Typically, a slow push into a pussy would be described as 'inch by inch'. The more accurate description of what he was doing to me was 'millimeter by millimeter'. As he sank into me at his incredibly slow pace, I could feel the thick head of his cock touching each electrified nerve ending as it pushed it's way into my pregnant body. Each nerve he hit on his way down sang her song and sent pleasure through my body. Then, as he pushed farther in, they keep singing their song against his hard, throbbing shaft, and the next nerve ending would add her voice to the chorus of orgasm building in my pussy. Even in this slow push, my orgasm was building. How did he have this effect on me?

After what seemed like forever, his pelvis finally was pressed against mine, and his dick was pushed all the way against my cervix. I held on tight to him as my pussy submitted to his hard dick. I gave my orgasm to him on only a single stroke. I was completely his. His pregnant slut. Six months earlier, he forced me to orgasm in two strokes, and today he held me down and did it in one. He knew at that point I would never and could never ever deny him. I was his, and I always would be.

After my orgasm loosened its grip on me, he put my legs up onto his shoulders. Then he finally gave me the pounding I'd been silently begging for from the moment he grabbed my hair. In this position, he grabbed my hips and gave me the hardest fuck I'd received to this point. It was glorious! I screamed out while he drove every inch of himself into my hungry pussy, and I savored every pounding strike he meted out. Just like before, my orgasm came quickly and with the intensity of a hurricane.

I couldn't take any more orgasms, I had to do something to save myself. The only sure fire way I knew was to push my tits in his mouth while I came on his big dick. Fortunately, orgasms were something I could currently do very easily. Unfortunately, in this position, I couldn't reach his head to pull it down to my chest. The only other thing I could think of was to play on his other fetish: cumming in an unprotected pussy.

"Oh yeah, baby! Slam that dick in me. That's the big fucking dick that got me pregnant!"

He groaned and his dick jumped while he was fucking me. I was onto something!

"You shoved it so deep in me! I didn't have any choice but to cum on your huge dick and milk your cum straight into my pussy!"

His dick jumped again, and he groaned. It was working just like I planned. However, a combination of getting him off and the pounding I was taking was working on me, too. I was squeezing so hard.

"Baby, I... uh! Uh! I meant it!! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! I wanted you to... Ahh! To cum in me!!"

We were both groaning and moaning loudly as he pounded my pussy that he made pregnant. I was squeezing involuntarily now. I was definitely past the point of no return. If I didn't get him off now, I would have to cum again after this one to get him off.

"I wanted... to get... Ahh! Ahh! Pregnant! Mmm! You did it!! Aahh! Aahhh! You got me...Aaahhh! You got me... Aaahhh! YOU GOT ME PREGNANT!!"

I gave it my best shot. I squeezed another incredibly intense orgasm on his huge cock. It was overwhelming and it felt beyond intense. As much as he liked cumming in my unprotected pussy and getting me pregnant, I equally liked getting pounded by his big dick, and I loved being impregnated! I screamed out as my orgasm kept rippling pleasure through my body and making me squeeze down on this perfect dick.

My orgasm lasted so long, but it was finally subsiding, despite the force he was using to pound my pussy. My realization that I liked being impregnated by him turned me on and extended my orgasm. To my delight, that longer orgasm and prolonged squeezing had the desired effect on him. I felt his hot cum shooting into my pregnant pussy while he kept pounding me all the way through his huge cumshot.

Unfortunately, I couldn't hold back as he pounded me and filled me with his cum. Barely recovered from the previous, my final orgasm squeezed around his cumming dick once again. Finally feeling his cum again was so hot that I didn't really mind the fact that it drove me to one more orgasm. I came my brains out on my man's big dick, and he pounded his cum deep into his woman's pregnant cunt. His very lucky woman.