Concert and Conception

This story isn’t big on plot, and there’s not a lot of character development. If you’re hoping for an epic tale, this isn’t it. But I hope the story is hot, and exciting. Obligatory reminder: while fucking strangers with no protection is exciting in stories, in real life that kind of thing can lead to incurable infections and life-changing consequences. Use good sense, and have good sex.

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I broke up with my boyfriend right before Covid hit. Do you know how shitty it is to suddenly be single in a world where in-person dating is unsafe and sometimes downright impossible? A girl can only stand solitude for so long.

A year and a half of taking cold showers and going for runs to ease frustration later, and I was ecstatic to hear that things were finally reopening. I got my two jabs, then bought tickets for the first concert coming to my town. There were four of us ladies going in total.

The show itself was okay, but the fact that I was in a stadium full of excited people for the first time in years amped up the hype for me, and I ended up having a ball. I even bought a cup of their overpriced beer. Things moved fast after that, as I bumped into a guy at the concession, and we got to talking about how some things in life had changed so much, while others stayed the same. There was talking, some touching, some very close dancing when the music was just right, then he went and told his friends that he wasn’t getting a ride back with them, and I told my friends the same. The ladies seemed concerned at first, until they got a look at Jack. Then they seemed a little jealous. He and I shared a cab ride back to my place, which he even paid for.

I hesitated for only a moment at the door to my apartment. I knew this guy’s name was Jack, and that he was muscular and hot, and that his darker skin was frankly kind of a turn on. But what else did I know about him? But, ultimately, almost two years of celibacy had scrambled my good senses, and moments later he and I were past my door, kissing as I led him step by step towards my bedroom.

His hands were on the hem of my shirt then, and he pulled up. My top came off in a smooth motion, and he dropped it negligently behind him. Then he was pressing his lips against mine again, and pushing me back one step, and another. My pulse thundered in my ears as I let him lead me towards the bed.

Between one step and the next, I felt the edge of the bed press against the back of my knees. I would have fallen straight backwards if not for the supporting strength of his arms around my back. He lowered me down smoothly onto the bed, kissing me all the while.

Once I was on my back, he let go of me and straightened up. He reached down and pulled off his own shirt, and threw it in an arc behind him without looking. I stared, almost slack-jawed, at the show as he removed his top. His chest and stomach were as muscular as his shoulders and arms. I’d run my hands along him enough while we were kissing to know his body was hard, but I hadn’t expected him to look like an underwear model. Dark skin covered abdominal and pectoral muscles, and I watched in awe as they shifted and flexed as he threw his clothing.

He stopped for a moment then, topless, and looked down at me. “Fuck, Jennifer. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

“Look who’s talking,” I told him, but couldn’t help a faint blush at my cheeks. It was almost embarrassing to be so excited by validation from some random stranger, but I couldn’t help myself.

I shifted towards the middle of the bed and sat up as he moved towards me, and our lips met again.

He was so strong, and I kept expecting him to be rough, but he never was. He was passionate, insistent, but not aggressive. His hand was on my shoulder, then the back of my head. He held me against him as we kissed, and I ran my hands along his chest, his stomach, his ribs. Everything I touched was solid and muscled, but he didn’t look silly and over-the-top as some weightlifters did.

One of his hands was on my own ribs, gently moving up until it reached the line of my bra.

“It’s not exactly my sexiest bra,” I told him between kisses, feeling a little embarrassed. “I wasn’t expecting…”

“It looks fine,” he told me, his breath whispering into my mouth. “But if you don’t like that bra, we can just…” As he was speaking, both of his hands moved to my back and met at the clasp of my bra. He undid the small hooks with lightning speed, which was honestly impressive. Then he had it undone, and he gently pulled it away from my body. I obligingly let go of him for a moment so he could pull it off of my arms and drop it off the side of the bed. “There, all gone. Better?”

I was now topless, but maybe that was fair since he was, too. He took a moment to give me a slow look, up and down, letting his eyes roam over my exposed skin. “Absolutely beautiful,” he repeated, then laid a hand on the side of my face and leaned in to kiss me again.

My muscles were weak with the pleasant warmth flowing through me, so I wasn’t at all unhappy when he gently leaned forward and eased me backwards onto the bed. I was on my back again with him lying half beside me and half on top of me. One hand was cradling my head and supporting him, while his other hand found its way onto my flat stomach and started working its way up. I found myself pressing my chest up against his hand as he passed it over my breast.

My nipples were peaked, stiff from both the pleasure and the cooler air of the room, and he passed his palm over one and gently rubbed his thumb against it. Gooseflesh, tingled along my skin from the slow movement against the sensitive skin. I was pretty skinny, so my breasts weren’t large, but he seemed to have no problem with that.

He must have been just as aroused as I was – I could feel the evidence of that against my leg. My hands ran down his sides as he continued kneading my breast in his palm. I reached the top of his jeans, and let my fingers follow the line of it towards the front. His lips left mine and moved to my neck, and my fingers shook with desire as I struggled against the stupid button of his jeans.

Finally I had success as the button popped open under my desperate fingers, and I pulled at both sides of the jeans until the zipper slid open. His lips had moved from my neck to my collar bone, and seemed insistent on making their slow way down my body. I wanted to do my own exploration. I slid my palm down the front of him, between his pants and his underwear, until I could feel his hardness. I gently squeezed it, and felt my emotions go on an immediate rollercoaster ride.

The excited anticipation of the sexual contact rode and gave way to the headier lust as I felt the manhood in question. Next came the honest surprise at the sheer fucking size of this thing. It was bigger than any I’d ever held before. It wasn’t like a foot long or anything crazy like that, but it was a lot bigger than my last few boyfriends’. Actually having such a big cock in my hand… Then came the sudden concern. This thing was a fucking python, and might just rip me in half.

But I was too high on the new feelings to really have time to dwell on that, and when his lips finally found my breasts I had no time to dwell on anything.

He used lips and tongue, and gently grazed me with his teeth, first loving on one nipple, then the other. I pressed my chest up against him, pushing my breasts against his face as he gently sucked on a nipple. He had moved too far down by this point for me to touch his cock, so I settled for wrapping both hands around his shaved head.

His mouth moved lower, kissing and gently nibbling at my stomach, and I couldn’t help but moan slightly as he hit a surprisingly sensitive spot. Emboldened, he spent a few more moments kissing and sucking at that spot as I squirmed. Then his face was moving south again.

As he traced the lower planes of my stomach with kisses, his fingers went to the front of my jeans and worked their magic. A moment later my pants were loose, and he gently pulled on them, revealing inch after sensitive inch of skin for him to explore. He moved with brutal slowness, exposing the top of my waist and kissing it, and then the same for my hips. Another small motion had the band of my pants and underwear low enough for him to be kissing the very top of my pubic area.

His nose and lips passed through the hair I kept short. My mate Cherri had bugged me endlessly about “keeping the lady trimmed”, and after I started trimming and shaving I found that I liked the way it made me feel. I hadn’t had a guy around in a year, but having short, trimmed hair and a shaved pussy made me feel sexy and confident.

Now that I had a guy face-first in the front of my pants, I was very glad for my careful pruning.

I hadn’t planned on letting Jack get so far. Heck, I hadn’t even planned on bringing a guy home at all! But as he pulled the band of my pants a little lower, and kissed lower, I knew I had no intention of stopping him.

Finally he took a tighter hold on my pants and pulled down hard, until they bunched up around my knees. He got his first view of my naked pussy, nicely shaved and tended, and he paused for a moment.

I had managed to pull one foot through the leg of my pants, so the whole bundle was now caught on just one of my ankles, but I froze when he did. He was just staring at my naked body, and I couldn’t help but suddenly feel self-conscious. “Is it…” I stuttered, “is it not…”

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he told me, letting his gaze slowly move from my womanhood, up my body, and up to my face. “You’re so fucking hot it’s unbelievable.”

I warmed, all the embarrassment gone. His face found mine again, and I kicked my pants the rest of the way off as we kissed. I was fully uncovered now, and he had nothing on but his underwear and the jeans scrunched up around his knees. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling the solid strength there, and held him against me as his tongue gently traced my lip.

His hand was on my thigh then, immediately moving up to where my legs met. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and gently nibbled at it as his hand passed over my crotch. His thumb gently traced the contours of my labia, and I shuddered slightly as he passed it over my aching pussy. He followed the same movement again, gently teasing me with his finger as I wiggled my hips against his hand.

Then I felt his fingers pressing against my slit, sampling my wetness. I sighed in pleasure as he pressed a finger against that wet opening, slowly sinking it into me. His lips were on mine again, and his mouth caught my moan as he slid his finger back and pushed it into me again.

He pressed his thumb against my clit again, gently rubbing it as he kept up the slow in-and-out motion with his finger. Sweet heat spread from the point of contact as his digits kept up their work, and I let my hand roam down his front again. The tips of my fingers found the band of his underwear, and I slid my hand underneath so I could feel him, skin on skin.

It was thick in my hand, and heavy. I ran my hand up the length of his hardness, and felt that little bubble of apprehension, followed by a wave of giddy anticipation.

I ran my other hand along his back, marveling at the feeling of his muscles there while I gently squeezed his cock. His hand was so good, but I was ready for more. I grabbed the band of his briefs and pushed down until his cock sprang out from its confinement.

“Wanna get those off?” I asked, and he complied without wasting a second. His hand left my center, and he took hold of his underwear and pushed them until they met his crumpled jeans, and he kicked that whole mess off. I quickly grabbed the bunch of clothing around my ankle and slid it the rest of the way off.

Then he was kneeling there above me, his cock jutting out proudly, and I couldn’t fight back a small giggle. If Cherri could see him, she’d absolutely lose her mind with jealousy.

He shimmied forward, walking on his knees until that member was directly over me, and I took the opportunity to take hold of it again. I gently moved my hand along it, enjoying how it felt nestled in my palm. That dark skin was such a contrast to the lightness of my hand. I tried not to think about how much he backed up that stereotype about black guys and their cocks…

With effort, I managed to take my eyes off of his cock and meet his gaze. “It’s probably about time you grabbed a condom…”

His grin doubled in size. “Where do you keep them?”

I froze, hand still and unmoving on his shaft. “Don’t you have one?”

“I wasn’t exactly planning this,” he said, his smile fading. “I thought I was just going to a concert with a few friends. You don’t have any?”

“I wasn’t expecting company,” I told him, feeling embarrassed. “I haven’t had a guy over since before this whole pandemic thing came around.”

He nodded solemnly, then let his gaze wander slowly down my body. His eyes paused for a few moments on my spread legs, and the place between, and his smile came back. “We’ll have to just improvise, then.” He took hold of his shaft, and leaned forward until it laid on my pelvis.

I looked down at that dark length, resting innocuously against my pale skin and the small batch of short blonde hairs. “Improvise?” I managed to ask.

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” he told me, his voice pitched even lower than before. He shifted and slid his manhood against me, and I watched it slide back and then forwards on my naked mons. “Tell me what you want.”

“Maybe…” I started, eyes still fixed on that long cock as he slowly ground it against me. “Maybe we can try it. I can finish you… I can blow you to finish you?”

“That sounds hot,” he whispered, and took himself in hand again. His hips shifted back until the tip of him was against my pussy, and he gently dragged that tip up and down along my lips. I sighed again in pleasure at the feeling of the thick head tickling against my lips and over my clit. Then it was against my entrance, and he applied gentle pressure.

I was wet as hell, and his fingers had already explored there. All he had to do was let his body follow the path he’d blazed already.

He did.

I felt that tip press against my narrow opening, and push past it. I inhaled sharply as he immediately spread me wider than I had been in… in years, or maybe ever. He paused for a second or two, then kept pressing. My head was back against my pillow and my eyes were closed, and my world narrowed down to the feeling of that thick shaft slowly pressing further into me.

“Shit,” I breathed as he paused briefly before pushing in just a little further. “Slowly.”

He stopped again, and I heard him chuckle. “I know. That’s how it always is.”

Then he was gently pushing again, and I felt more of my body spread as his glorious cock sunk another inch into me. It was amazing, feeling my inner walls part as he moved into me. I swear I could feel every ridge, every vein.

I winced as his tip pressed against the innermost wall. He felt it too, and stopped.

We both held still, breathing and taking in the moment as my body adapted to his, and his to mine. His back muscles bunched under my hands as he moved his hips, and I felt his thick shaft slide slowly outwards, until it was only half inside. Then he was pushing forward again, and I sighed in contentment at the feeling of him slowly spreading me out again as he pushed back in.

Again he shifted backwards, and all I could feel was an aching emptiness left behind, an emptiness he quickly filled. He thrust in again, and the motion was smoother and faster. My body was quickly adapting to his size, and the initial pain was fading away and being replaced with pleasure.

He pushed in again and I sighed at the feeling of his huge length pushing into me. “Fuck,” I whispered as he thrust again. “You feel so fucking good, Jack.” He took that as a cue, and started thrusting faster, and I moaned quietly at the harder motions. I opened my mouth to pant, and he took the opportunity to claim it with his own.

My hands wandered up his body as his mouth clamped down on mine, and I squeezed a section of back muscle as he pushed into me again, again.

I spread my legs wider automatically, like my body was making its own decisions. I broke the kiss and looked down, awestruck, at the sight of him sliding into me again. His skin was so dark, and mine was so pale. I stared at the contrasts, when my bikini line showed from suntanning, and where my light skin gave way to his dark length. He pulled back, and I saw my body clench against him. His shaft was thick, and was creamy with my juices. I kept watching as he pushed forward again, and my pussy gave way to him.

I wrapped both of my arms around him and pulled him down, so we were pressed chest-to-chest as he thrust into me again. “Jack, that’s so good,” I told him, my whisper muffled by his mouth.

“You feel amazing, Jen,” he said as he gave a long, slow thrust. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t get enough of you.”

Then our lips were together and there was no more need for words. He was thrusting faster, harder, and I felt my hips automatically rising up to meet his movements. My whole body and all of its functions seemed reduced down to this one activity. He pushed into me, his thick cock sliding between my slick walls, and I took him in.

I felt a wave of heat radiating up from my pussy to the core of my being, and building there. He’d started something with his fingers, and he was very happily continuing it now with his cock. Each thrust, thrust, thrust, brought me closer to the edge. I could feel his thick tip brushing against every inch of my insides with each motion, pressing against that sensitive spot each time. “Oh fuck,” I whispered to him. “Just like that, Jack.”

He started thrusting faster, and I felt that well of pleasure building. A tightness was building in my gut as his cock spread my pussy out again and again.

“Don’t stop,” I begged as I felt myself nearing the edge. He was happy to oblige, and I finally felt that ball of pleasure pop. Lightning-hot pleasure arced up my limbs, and I moaned loudly as my orgasm finally hit. If I’d been thinking, I might have been worried that my neighbours would hear me, but there was nothing left in my mind but the onrush of pleasure.

I arched my back as the climax rolled over me, and I felt my fingers dig into his back. He kept thrusting steadily again, again, again, fuelling the bolts of pleasure.

My body clenched and twitched as I came down from the high, and he stilled for a moment as I went limp. He rested, his cock fully impaled inside of me as I panted and tried to catch my breath. I looked up at his face and found him grinning down at me.

“Fuck that was hot,” he told me. “I love watching girls cum.”

“That works out nicely, because us girls love cumming.”

He chuckled, and slowly shifted again. His cock moved slowly out, leaving tingles behind. When he pushed forward again, that tingling intensified, and I moaned in satisfied pleasure.

“You clenched down so hard I thought I was going to lose it right then,” he told me, and I felt that worry come back again. He’d almost finished in me?

“Maybe you should pull out now,” I told him. “I’d love to taste that big cock of yours.”

“I’d love for you to taste it, too,” he said as he thrust in again. The motion was sudden, but not too fast, and my breath caught for a moment as he sheathed himself in me. He stayed there, fully nestled in me, for a few heartbeats. “But this feels too good to stop, doesn’t it?”

His eyes met mine and he held my gaze as he slowly pulled back, oh so slowly. I could feel that broad crown dragging along every sensitive inch of me before slowly reversing course. He held my gaze steadily as he slowly pushed forward, sliding into my wet pussy in a smooth motion. Then he was pulling back again, with that agonizing slowness. “Do you really want me to pull out?”

I opened my mouth to say yes, but he pushed forward again, and I lost my breath at the feeling of him pushing back inside of me. He stopped again, fully inside of me, and my body just kept whispering that this felt so right.

“You need to make a decision,” he told me as he slowly pulled back before easing his cock back into me. “I’m so close.”

My heart was hammering. He was close? Was he going to finish inside of me? I could feel my mouth open and close again, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. He was just staring into my eyes, and not moving. I could feel him, fully impaled inside of me. I said nothing, and he slowly dragged himself back. The thickness sliding out of me left me with that same feeling of emptiness. He relieved me of my need by easing himself forward again with that same agonizing slowness. The inner walls of my body gripped him like a glove. I knew my body was making a choice, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to follow its lead.

He stayed still again, his thick cock fully nestled inside of me, and I revelled at the feeling of fullness and connection. “I’m right on the edge, Jennifer.”

He slowly pulled back, only halfway, and I felt a desperate moan slip out of my mouth as he pushed back into me. He was edging, I realized, and I felt a shiver run up my spine. He was right on the verge of cumming, but was holding off. Each slow stroke was building the pleasure, without quite finishing. His control was amazing, but it couldn’t last forever.

I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t make myself tell him to pull out. I knew I wasn’t on any kind of protection, hadn’t been in years. And this big, virile man was sliding his uncovered cock into my unprotected pussy again, ready to blow his load.

“If you want me to pull out, I will,” he whispered as he moved backwards again. He was barely inside of me, just the tip now. “Or we can keep going.” As he said that, he pushed forward again slowly, sinking inch after delightful inch into my body.

How long could he keep this up? A drop of cum could be enough to get me pregnant. I knew, in my mind, that this was dangerous. It was a stupid risk. He was a complete stranger. I wasn’t really going to let him finish in me, was I? All I had to do was suck him off. We’d both enjoy it. And yet, I didn’t say anything as he slowly inched backwards.

Again he stopped when just his head was inside of me, the rest of his glorious shaft waiting. “I can’t keep this up,” he said with a groan. “Tell me right now, do you want me to stop?”

His hard cock was all but quivering, just inside my entrance. If I let him right now, he would push as deep as he could go and unload his cum. He would bury himself in me and flood me with semen, if I said yes. My mind flashed back to highschool sex ed, with the teacher droning on and on about the dangers of sex. Fifteen to seventy-five million sperm in one load, she had said. Just one of those is enough to ruin your life forever, if it reaches your egg.

So my choice was obvious. I’d have to tell him to pull out, right? I wasn’t really going to let him push into me again, and unload all of his seed directly into my waiting, vulnerable body.

I decided then. My answer was obvious. I opened my mouth, just as he thrust forward and back by half an inch. “God, I’m close,” he whispered.

“Don’t stop, Jack,” I answered, to my own surprise. Had I really just said that?

“Thank God,” he whispered, then pushed in all at once. I cried out in surprise and pleasure at the force of his sudden penetration.

My body rocked with the force of his thrust, and the next. I felt his whole cock twitch as he pulled back, and flex again as he rocked into me. He pulled back halfway, then pushed back into my waiting body with a loud grunt. His cock was throbbing, pulsing, as he impaled himself inside my tight pussy. I felt a sudden surge of heat as a wave of his cum erupted from him to douse my innermost barrier. The slick burst came out with such force that I swear I could feel it splatter against my inner wall. As that wave of heat hit me, some part of me panicked at this insane risk, but the rest of me was lost in bliss.

There was something so raw, so erotic about this moment – a primal satisfaction in letting our bodies do what they were meant to do.

His cock throbbed as he pulled back and thrust again, and a stream wave of his sperm rushed up to pour against my cervix. Maybe none of his sperm would get through, but probably some would. If I was ovulating, or if I ovulated tomorrow, and my ova stuck to my uterine wall, then even just a few sperm would be enough to get me pregnant. Maybe months from now, if my stomach stretched out to make room for a baby growing inside of me, I would have regrets. But at this moment, as he injected me with a wave of hot cum, I could do nothing but wrap my legs around him and pull him close.

He had nowhere to go, so he ground himself desperately against me as his cock kept throbbing. He’d already pumped two huge loads directly into me, and as his long muscle pulsed he churned out more of that dangerous cum into me. I remembered all the times I’d done edging with my old boyfriend, and how he would cum so much more than normal. Was Jack cumming harder than ever before? Was he letting loose extra large bursts because of all the teasing?

He twitched again, again, and I was sure he still had more globs of his seed dribbling out. His cock was so wide that there was nowhere for it to go – not a drip was escaping as he ground his pelvis against mine and desperately seeded me.

He stopped then, as his cock twitched one last time, then pulled back. I was surprised at how fast he was pulling out – usually a guy likes to stay nestled inside for a bit. That’s probably some evolutionary thing to keep the sperm from dripping out of the woman.

But my surprise was redoubled as Jack thrust back in.

My body was so sensitive from the massive orgasm and erotic thrill of the pregnancy risk, and I moaned loudly as he thrust into me again. How was he still so hard? My last boyfriend was limp within a few moments of finishing, but Jack was still as hard as a rock.

He started back into a rhythm, and my body offered no resistance as he thrust in and out of me. I was fully lubricated, both from my own slimy secretions and the huge load of cum sloshing around inside of me.

With each thrust, I could feel cum bubbling out of me, dribbling down my ass, but I didn’t care. I had gotten close to a second orgasm of my own when Jack had been teasing me, and I gladly settled in to let him get me there. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet squishing noise, and I idly wondered whether him fucking me was helping to get the cum out, or just pushing the virile sperm back against my cervical cap again and again?

Either way, I had no worries. In that moment, I was full of bliss and rising pleasure, and I let him fuck me until I came again. I buried my face in his collarbone and moaned against the hot flesh as my body clenched and writhed below him, spasming and clenching him as a second wave of pleasure drowned me.

He kept going with slow, steady motions as I came, until finally I was done. I patted at his chest to get him to stop moving. I was so overstimulated I couldn’t even manage to speak.

He pulled out, and I felt a splatter of our combined liquids dribble down my ass crack. God, how much cum had he left in me? We laid there for a while, just breathing, until finally I had to make myself get up and clean myself up. By the time I had taken a five-minute shower, brushed my teeth, and gotten back to the room, Jack was fast asleep in my bed.

I could have woken him up and told him to call an Uber, but I was too tired to care. I crawled into bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin. I fell asleep to the soft sounds of Jack’s breathing and the warm after-glow of the best sex I’d ever had.

The sun was just starting to peak around my thick blinds when I got up to pee again. It was late enough in the morning that I could get up, but it was a Sunday morning and I felt like being a little lazy. Besides, my legs were still too shaky from last night to go for my morning run.

I got back into bed, facing away from the strange man I’d brought home last night, and had a moment of surprise when he rolled over to drape an arm over my middle. I thought about moving his arm, but it was warm and strong, and I liked the feeling of him holding me. I shifted backwards a bit, until my back was pressed against his muscular chest, and he was spooning me. He moved a little bit in response, and pressed up against me…

“And a good morning to you, too,” I whispered to him and the semi-hard member that was now pressed against my ass.

He moved his hand from its place on my stomach down to my hips, then slowly up my ribs. “Now it is,” he answered. He shifted slightly, aligning his hips with mine so his cock was pressed against my ass.

I inhaled slowly, happily, through my nose. For all that I was still pretty new to bringing strange guys home, I was getting pleasantly used to having this cock around. I pressed back against him and wiggled my hips, delighting in the feeling of his cock twitching and getting hard against me. I could definitely get used to this.

He took his hand off my side for a moment and reached between us. He took hold of his member and readjusted so that it pointed down instead of up, and I could feel his hardness against the back of my thighs.

Then his hand was on my side again, slowly exploring up and over until his fingers delicately brushed against the underside of my breasts. I couldn’t believe I was here, waking up naked next to someone I barely knew. I didn’t even normally sleep naked, let alone naked with another person!

His hand slowly crept up until his palm slid over the sensitive flesh at the apex of my breast, and I drew in a hard breath through my nose as he gently handled my breast.

I’ve had moments of self-consciousness about my breasts being smaller than I’d like, but as his hand closed around my whole breast gently squeezed I decided they were just the right size. One good handful, I thought, and giggled.

“What’s so funny,” he asked as he slowly moved his hand down from my chest and along my navel.

“You,” I answered, “me, this.”

His hand paused, resting on the bottom of my tummy, tantalizingly close to its destination. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Not on your life,” I answered, then spread my legs a little, invitingly. He responded immediately, shifting so his cock sprang up and came to a rest between my thighs.

I reached down, brushing my hand against his for a moment, then slid my fingers down until I found the tip of his cock, jutting out from between my legs. I giggled again as I suddenly got the mental image of it being my cock pointing out, instead of Jack’s. I gently stroked the tip of his shaft, and he responded with a slow thrust. Shivers ran down my spine as he slid his long cock against my thighs. The motion made his shaft press against my pussy as he moved, and I wriggled my ass in appreciation.

“God, you’re hot,” he whispered, and then his fingers made their way the rest of the way down. I happily moved my hand out of the way, reaching back to place it on his hip. He started stroking me with slow motions, and I felt just about ready to start purring.

He shifted his body a bit, and I lifted my torso up a little so he could get his other arm under my neck, and I settled back against his chest with both of his arms around me. His fingers kept up their slow, steady work on my clit, and I moaned in appreciation.

It hardly seemed fair for me to be getting all of the attention, so I clamped my legs together and wiggled my hips again. He grunted in appreciation as I shifted my hips and ground against his shaft, and I got that thrill of feeling its length press against me as it went back and forth between my thighs. Between the teasing and the steady fingering, I could feel his shaft sliding easier against me as I got wetter.

His finger was slow, steady, relentless, and I closed my eyes to savor the pleasant warm feeling spreading from my middle. I focused on all the sensations, so I was hyper-aware of the moment he shifted back again so that the tip of him was close to my entrance.

He reached between my legs with his hand, and I lifted one thigh to open myself up. He took himself awkwardly in hand, and slowly slid his tip back and forth against my slick lips. I wiggled my hips again, which served to both excite and frustrate him as he worked to line himself up. My smile got even wider when I finally felt the tip of his shaft press against my wet entrance, and start slowly pushing into me.

Maybe it was because of all the teasing, maybe I was extra wet, maybe my body was just more relaxed this morning, or maybe he had broken me in last night and loosened me up. Whatever the reason, his thick head spread me with so much less effort than yesterday.

That’s not to say there was no friction or resistance, because there definitely was. Regardless of how wet I was, his shaft was thick and long, and it was still slow going as he slowly sunk inch after inch into me. But it didn’t sting as much today, and my body quickly yielded and opened up before him.

I moaned, quiet but desperate, as I felt his pubes grind against my asscheeks and his cock sink as far into me as it could go.

He propped his upper body up, and I twisted mine so that our faces could meet. We kissed awkwardly as we stayed connected, spooning. I giggled again, the sound mixing with his appreciative inhale.

“What’s so funny this time?” He gently thrust as he spoke, and my giggle turned into a happy sigh as I felt his cock pull back just slightly before pressing into me again.

“I was worried for a moment that you’d have terrible morning breath.”

He laughed, and put his fingers back to work stroking my clit as he pressed his long cock into my wet folds again. “I didn’t have a toothbrush here, but I used some toothpaste and my finger in the middle of the night.”

“Necessity is the mother of innovation,” I said with a giggle as he thrust again.

After that, there was no more talking. I pressed against him as we lay on our sides, and he wrapped me in his arms as he kept up his slow thrusts.

The night before hadn’t been fast and brutal or anything, but this morning was still so much slower. Each motion was slow and gentle, like we had all the time in the world. I swear I could feel every millimeter of his shaft pull back, sliding along my inner walls, then push back in. My body clenched around him like a fist, spreading just slightly around the thick tip as he slid into me again, again, again.

His finger kept up a steady motion against the apex of my slit, rubbing the sensitive nub as he oh-so-slowly sunk inch after tantalizing inch into me again.

I looked down and marveled again at the darkness of his hands, and how they contrasted with the lighter skin of the breast he was gently playing with. I wasn’t too pale, and didn’t even have tan lines on my chest, but he was still so much darker.

His hand lightly squeezed my breast as he thrust forward again, his thick member pushing into my wet body with ease.

I moaned in absolute pleasure at the feeling of him sinking fully into me. There was something hypnotic, mesmerizing about the steady rhythm of his body. Like he had always been here in me, and always would be.

His fingers on my clit were persistent, but not rough, and I felt beautiful warmth tingling from there and up my body.

Yesterday had been my first orgasm given to me by something other than my fingers or toys in almost two years, then he’d given me a second, and I was rapidly approaching another.

“Mmm,” I moaned quietly as the gentle friction of his slow thrusts sent shivers up my back. I arched my back and pressed myself back against him, grinding my ass against his pelvis as he pushed forward. The feeling of his full length slowly pushing deeper into me, bottoming out and starting again, was intoxicating. I never wanted this moment to end.

The sensations built as his fingers and cock worked together, pushing me closer to another climax. I whimpered in desperation as I felt myself teeter on the brink, but he never stopped moving. As his cock drove into me again, I felt myself plummet over the edge. I cried out as the wave of pleasure crashed over my body, spurred on by his steady thrusts. Electric arcs shot up my body from where his finger massaged my clit, and my muscles clenched and shook of their own accord.

All the while, he never stopped thrusting, never stopped fingering me. I shuddered as I came down from my third orgasm in two days, and shook slightly with the aftershocks.

He kept his motions steady, but he was going at a faster rhythm now. His hand travelled up from between my legs, settling on my hip, fingers pressing hard against my skin. With one hand holding my hip and the other under my neck and wrapped around my chest, I was fully encapsulated in his arms.

I was still coming down from the high of my climax, and I melted into his arms and leaned back against him. My muscles were all loose and relaxed, and my mind felt half-dazed in the wake of pleasure. It distantly occurred to me that he was now fully in control, but I wasn’t worried about it. I let my mind narrow down to the sensations of his cock sliding into me again and again. Each time he pulled back, there was this feeling of emptiness, a vacuum that he filled as he thrust again. I could feel his pubic hair pressing against my ass cheeks with each push forward. Nothing existed in that moment except for the two of us, and the feeling of our bodies coming together.

I had become so focused on the feelings of my own pleasure that I hardly noticed the signs as he got closer. He was panting, thrusting harder and faster, and clenching my hip tighter. I belatedly clued into the fact that he was getting close to finishing again, and that in just a few moments he would be unloading his sperm inside of me for the second time in twenty-four hours. I wasn’t worried about it – there was no room for anxiety in my state of zen.

He thrust forward hard, his pelvis slapping hard against my ass cheeks. “Shit,” he groaned as he pulled back and buried himself in me again.

His shaft flexed, twitched inside of me. I was acutely aware of the feeling of the muscle throbbing as he slid the thick member into me again. I could feel the distinct sensation with each pulse, each time his cock flexed. He pulled out by only an inch or two before pressing home again. His cock pulsated as he impaled himself in me again, the wide cock pressed right against my cervix as the first eruption of cum poured out of him to douse that inner gate.

I distantly heard the sound of both of us moaning as he twitched and thrust, pushing his cock hard against my innermost wall. He pressed against me with enough force that it stung, like he was trying to go even deeper into me as he pumped a wave of semen deep into my body. His hand moved from my hip to my stomach, so he had me fully wrapped up as he pressed himself hard against me. His cock was throbbing inside of me to the rhythm of our synchronized pulse. There was a second burst of heat as he loosed another gush of seed into my receptive body. I could almost feel myself swell with the flood rushing into me.

His hand was on my stomach, right over where his seed might take root. Did he do that on purpose? Was he also feeling the deep knowledge that we might be creating life at this very moment, or was he just holding me still so he could finish his work?

My body was alight with tingling pleasure as he shuddered and pumped his load into me. He pulled back and thrust again, cock twitching, and I sighed in pleasure at the flood of sticky fluid that he was spilling in me as our bodies rocked together. He pulled me against him hard, so our bodies could not move, and shuddered as he emptied the last of his load.