Summary of this Story:
Jake pinned me on our king-sized bed, kids’ baby monitor humming faintly nearby. Fresh from the shower, damp towels piled on the tile floor downstairs. His tongue worked my shaved pussy mercilessly, building me to the edge before pulling back. Throat sore from the blowjob under hot spray, nipples throbbing from his tugs on the silver barbells from our Vegas week. He demanded raw sex, no condom, no pullout, despite our two-kid limit and my ovulation fears. I begged anyway, torn between loving motherhood’s swell and dreading another pregnancy at thirty-five. His nine-inch cock stretched me deep, cervix aching with each thrust. Inner conflict raged as I surrendered, screaming for his cum to flood my womb. Post-climax, we lay tangled, his seed warm inside, whispering about a possible third baby while the red phone light blinked, recording it all.
Here is your Story: Inner Conflict Over Raw Surrender
The Deposit
The anticipation had built all day. I finally got the relief I needed. Fresh out of the shower, legs in the air, ass on the edge of the bed, it felt like heaven. Jake’s tongue burrowed into my pussy. One of his best tricks. I loved it. He loved eating my creamy cunt. First he’d stroke my clit with that fat tongue. Then run it up my hairless slit. Then stick it in my hole. Perfect setup. He knew I had to cum once before he fucked me. Now I laid back. Let him work. Tongue tip teased my inner folds. Back to my clit. Gentle sucks. Kisses. More teasing. My body trembled closer to climax. He built it explosive. Sucking my smooth hairless cunt, nothing like it. He’d shaved my blondish patch himself in the shower. So sensitive. My pussy might explode. Damp towels still piled on the tile floor from earlier.
“Ohhhh, YESSS, it’s so fucking good!”
My throat still hurt from the blowjob under the hot spray. Knees ached before he let me breathe. I figured he’d cum down my throat while fucking my face. Instead he scooped me up. Carried me to bed. The king-sized mattress sagged under our weight.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good!”
Edging on the Edge
He loved eating me almost as much as I loved sucking his cock. I gripped the sheets. Screamed in ecstasy. Pussy gushed as he sucked my engorged clit. Tugged it between his lips. Moans might wake the kids. Body stiffened. First orgasm built. Every muscle tensed. He knew. Faint hum from the baby monitor on the nightstand.
“Holy shit, baby, you’re so fucking good.” I screamed. Needed just a bit more. Breathing ragged. Face and neck flushed.
“Not quite yet. You don’t get to cum until I say so!” He stopped.
“Ugh! Nooo, please.” I begged. Bastard always backed off at the right moment. Loved teasing me close. After all these years, he knew how to play me. Wanted me desperate. Sweat beaded on my forehead in the stuffy bedroom air.
“Don’t worry, my love. You’ll get what you need. But not until you’re ready.” Jake sucked my aching nipples. Tugged the silver barbells from our Vegas week. Matching tattoos too. Needle pierced my left nipple, I nearly passed out. Oversized tattooed brute did the right one. I nearly came. Piercings shot pleasure to my core. Big tits obsessed him. Worshipped them. They’d doubled from pregnancies. Breastfeeding. Expensive surgeon made them perky. Full. Looked natural. His idea. Loved them in tiny bikinis. Nipples so sensitive now, I could cum from hard sucking. Piercings tugged cold against his teeth.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Back between my thighs. Teased more. I held back. Obeyed. Clit begged. But his tongue probed my hole. Inch inside. Readying me. Wiggling reminder: soon nine-plus inches of cock. Stretching from labia to cervix. His stubble scraped my inner thighs raw.
“Jake, I’m so close. Please, let me cum! Can’t take it!” I trembled. Wanted that full stretch. Him completely inside. Only he fucked that deep. Addicted since first time. Lived for it. Owned by him. Wasn’t a virgin then. Schoolgirl days, plenty of cocks before marriage. Reputation as sex-loving girl. Mom put me on the pill young. Petite bubbly blonde cheerleader. Dates easy. Popular boys wanted me naked. Pumped full of cum. Most average. Size mattered to me. Loved big hard cock filling me with goop. Jake biggest. Best. Worried after years, two kids, pussy stretched. He’d bore. Prayed no dull routine like friends’. Couldn’t think without getting laid. Jake kept it hot. Cock never tired of my pussy. Says I’m as tight as first fuck. I stay in shape. Keep pussy prime. Body changed since wedding. He says better. That reception night, me in wedding lingerie. He attacked. Despite fucking before ceremony. Limo ride to hotel. Nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Love kids. Kindergarten teaching. Happiest with his cock buried in my snatch. But first, needed to finish. Framed photo of the kids grinned from the dresser.
“Please, baby. Really need to cum.” I moaned. Knew what he wanted as tongue hit my asshole. Body stiffened. Circled my pink rosebud. Hands squeezed ass cheeks. Loved his tongue there. Wondered if he’d fuck it. Wouldn’t mind. Preferred cunt. Couldn’t say no. His callused thumbs dug into my skin.
“Please. Have to cum. Need it bad.”
He ignored. Pushed tongue tip into my butt. I reached to touch myself. He grabbed my wrist. Held it.
“Not yet. Cum when I say. Need to eat your ass.” Dove deeper.
“Jake, please…” Pause. “I’ll do whatever. Just let me get off.”
He lifted his head. Same game. Worked me to putty. I’d offer anything for his orgasm. Always enjoyed his demands. Spit trailed from his chin onto the comforter.
“You know what I want. Agree, no condom. Take me raw.” Thick finger slid into my ass.
Raw Risk
Dangerous. But sincere. “Oh fuck, mmm. Don’t know…” Husband and I set two-kid limit. His idea mostly. I wanted more babies. Loved mom life. Pregnancy. Got knocked up easy. Oldest son nearly fifteen, wedding night likely. Daughter ten, drunken hot tub. Off pill weeks. Thought okay. Jake’s wedding band glinted as he fingered me.
“Jake, you know I want to. But not safe. Know what might happen.” Ovulating maybe. Egg ripe.
“Don’t care. Maybe want you knocked up. Sex better then.” Legs spread. Cock drooled in my hand. Body yearned to breed. Thirty-five, maybe too late. Off pill since daughter. Unprotected. Condoms sucked. Used safe days. Anal. Risk thrilled. Rhythm. Withdrawal. No babies yet. Pre-cum slicked my palm like motor oil.
“Tell me you want me unprotected. Natural.” Second finger in my asshole.
“Baby… ohhhh. Want your cock raw.” Panted. “Anything to feel your sperm deep. Do as you please.” Knew he couldn’t just cum. But thrill.
“If we do, no pullout. How deep?”
Deeper than anyone. “All the way. Every drop. Shoot into my womb.”
Fingers stroked my asshole. Tongue hit clit. Seconds later, screaming. Orgasm hit.
“Ohhhh fuck! Yesss baby yes!” Bucked. Wailed. He worked me through it.
“Think you’re ready now.” Cock inside before I came down. Body lurched. Size shocked always. Headboard knocked the drywall once.
“So big. Feels so good.” Clamped as he sank in. No teasing this time. No condom rethink. First five inches slid into dripping pussy.
“Fuck baby, your cunt so tight.” Grew bigger. Eyes on my abs. Huge tits. Grabbed them. Worked cock slow in my hole. Kissed me. Bud Light breath lingered from dinner.
“Body of a porn star.” Rammed deeper.
Turned him on after years. Posted my pics online. Camera on now. Couldn’t wait for video. Jealous men reactions. Creampie requests biggest. Loved them. Careful though. Red record light blinked on the phone propped against the lamp.
“Cock of a God.” Sucked his tongue. Tasted my sex on his lips. Turned me on. Wet reminder. Pussy opened for him. Thrust by thrust, inch after inch. Stretched like virgin. Grabbed his ass. Pulled deeper. Better bare. Kissed down neck. To aching breast. Sighed as teeth tugged thick pink nipple. Pain stabs, cried out. Pussy clamped harder. Fresh cum, but another built bigger.
“Baby, in so deep.” World shook. Jake kept going. Fingers out of ass. Hands held me. Lifted off bed. So strong. Biceps flexed like steel cables.
“Almost all in! Fuck, love this pussy.” Angle, full stroke. Cried as head bumped cervix. No man reached there.
“All yours baby. You own me.” Threw me down. Pinned under him. Awe at muscles. Eyes. Why he owned my pussy. Pain stabs each bottom thrust. Deep thought made me cream. Cum now, sperm in womb. Hunting egg. Swell belly. Hottest thought. His sweat dripped onto my collarbone.
“Feels good. Pull out. Not safe! Cum on tits. Mouth.” Sense not gone. No more babies. Despite wild sperm belly feel.
“Cum where I want.” Firm. Pounded no slowdown. Ripped me. Balls slapped ass. Intense cervix stabs. Pain to pleasure. Softened muscle. Ovulating. High breed chance.
“Don’t know. Pussy wants it. Can tell.” Teasing. Might face-load if begged. But breeding thought too strong. No back.
“Baby… don’t know. That what you want? Give me seed?” Couldn’t resist spurts. Done before. First best. Wedding aisle, dripping cum? Made son?
“Fuck yeah! Want you swollen. Suck milk tits! So hot!” Pregnant orgasms unmatched. Loved him sucking nectar. Stroking belly post-love. Confident seed made baby.
“Then yes. Shoot in! Give baby!” Cunt built massive orgasm. Legs round waist. Urged. Pounded hard. Cries echoed wall hits.
“Ah… fuck! Give cum!” Almost.
“Wait.” Didn’t want. Needed fuck to oblivion.
“Close. Sure?” Worried. No slow.
“Yes! Sure! Don’t stop!” Knew ask. Needed cum inside. Millions sperm to womb. Egg hunt. Pregnant again.
“Don’t know… maybe shouldn’t.” No slow. Waited go.
“Want cum in pussy.” Whisper. “Breed me. Don’t stop.”
“Knew you’d beg.” Frantic thrusts. Harder. Screamed. Orgasm freight train. Pussy spasmed. Clamped cock. Pushed him over.
“Here it cums! Ready?” Every inch. Head at cervix. Spasm. Warmth pulse. Thick cum shot. Another. Another.
“Feel it. God, missed this.” Screamed. Cervix sucked cream. Body bred right.
“Sweet cunt milking dry!” Fell. Sucked tits. Massive loads, knew. Face blasts: hair to chin. Five-six ropes. No match. Posted cum-covered pics. Unrecognizable. Now inside. Belonged. Pregnant daughter time, lunch fuck at school. Sperm leaked subway home. Stream down leg. Sandal pool. Hoped no notice. This time, plugged. No drop lost. Cock deep. Could wash. Plan B. Past responsible. Held him. Full savor. Semen warmth pooled under my ass on the fitted sheet.
“Sorry. Got carried away.” Tender lip kiss.
“Don’t worry. Wanted it. Needed you bad. Don’t care pregnant. Keep feeling that.”
Loved him atop.
“Serious? Want baby? Could now?”
“Course, silly. Middle cycle. Bun in oven!”
Smiled. “Thought no more kids.”
“Don’t really. But maybe. If happens, happens. Loved first two. Manage third. Love belly swell yours.”
“Hot. Long time since fucked mom-to-be.” Deep kiss. Cock grew inside. Excited too.
“Careful now?” Slow thrust. Stiff returned.
I pushed. He rolled off. Pussy empty. Silver barbells glinted under the bedside lamp.
We lay there catching our breath, his hand tracing lazy circles on my thigh. The ceiling fan whirred overhead, stirring the air thick with our smells, sweat and sex and that faint bleach tang from the shower drain. Jake propped on one elbow, thumb brushing a stray hair from my forehead. “That was insane,” he said, voice rough. I nodded, pulling the comforter over us both. Kids’ voices murmured faint from the monitor, storytime winding down downstairs. Tomorrow’s kindergarten lesson plans sat stacked on the dresser, but right now none of that mattered. His fingers found the silver barbell again, giving it a gentle tug. I shivered. Cock twitched against my leg. Round two already brewing. The red light on the phone still blinked steady.
