Amazing

“If you’re sure?” 

Allan’s void held a world of desire, but also a world of concern, hesitancy and uncertainty.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

My reply was also laden with subtextual meaning. Desire on my part too, but also absolute trust in him.

Slowly, he entered me. The feeling was…tremendous. I felt every millimeter of him as his cock stretched me around itself. He entered me so slowly I was barely aware of him going in deeper until, finally, he was fully embedded in me. My first cock since becoming pregnant. 

Oh, how I had ached for this. Every fiber of my being wanted to be impaled by him. And now my vagina rejoiced in feeling stretched, almost beyond capacity by his rock-solid manhood. It was almost enough on its own to make me cum. 

And Allan, God love him. I felt through his body how much he wanted to pound me through the mattress, and for that matter how much I wanted him to. I wanted him to make me scream, partly with pleasure and partly pain. I wanted him to ‘hurt me’ in that way only women know. 

He remained stock-still inside me, and I could only feel the beat of his heart through his cock. Actually, the sensations were amazing. I was absolutely pouring with wetness, and now and then, I felt a flexion of Allan’s cock, and even a couple of pre-ejaculation y twitches. All through total and absolute stillness. 

He also kissed me into oblivion. He’s an amazing kisser and that almost brought me off too. Miss Brain was screaming “let him fuck you…let him fuck you.” But for once, I was in charge. The base instinct of wanted to be shagged to death paled into insignificance at the need to not disturb this pregnancy.

I felt myself contracting from time to time as well, and when I couldn’t take it any more, Allan said “Now?” And, as agreed, my hand slid between us to my clit and I began to masturbate, but with him inside me. He looked deeply into my eyes and then leaned in to kiss me at just the right moment and I came on his cock. 

But this orgasm was nothing like the ones I get when I’m being pounded. This one rolled like thunder in the sky, rumbling back and forth in intensity, but giving me the added feeling of having something in me to contract around. Fingers are ok, a dildo is better, but a real, live cock is the best. 

Allan saw me through to the last ebb of orgasm before pulling out and kneeling up on the bed between my spread thighs. He wrapped his hand around his cock and it took mere seconds before he arched his back and shot his load on me. Est of all, it arced out of his cock and splattered on my face before lesser shots hit my tits and tummy. 

“God, I was so ready for that! I damn near came inside you! Who’d have thought that..er…NOT fucking you would be more intense than actually fucking you?” 

Good point. 

Not being allowed a good honest to earth fucking of course made me want nothing BUT a good fucking, but when I hit on the idea of just having him inside me, well, it sounded like a plan, but what about him? It’s a big ask to expect a guy to put his cock in you and then not move, and I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else. (Well, apart from his brother The Lovely Chris.) fortunately Allan and Chris are made of the same mould and are completely trustworthy in every respect. 

“Just promise me you won’t expect me to put my cock up your arse and not move.” 

Um…yeah…..about that…….