Thursday, November 23, 2017

STORY: SHE WANTED MY BABY.

We laid on the bed cuddling and about 5-10 minutes, when she suddenly took my pants off and grabbed my cock. I could tell something was a little different. There was an assertiveness in the way she did it. I don’t know why but it really turned me on! There was no messing around, it was more of a determined sensation to it. I could feel her desire to get me hard quickly! Her hands and mouth worked in harmony making me so hard that it almost hurt. It felt like her natural instinct knew exactly what to do! It was like her pussy was controlling her mouth and hands! She used her hands to keep my cock locked in position, while she mouth fucked my cock to attention! In one quick move, she climbed on top of me, hovering her wet pussy over my cock! and everything was happening so fast that I became a passenger in this situation.

She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it into her pussy as she slid down, pushing it deep, really deep! Her pussy was so wet! I could feel her pussy opening up and swallowing the super hard cock that she had created. I still remember the feeling as she pressed in deep, making sure she had all of me inside her. I was almost certain I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. It was her way of saying, this was exactly where she wanted me to cum! Within a few milliseconds, she got herself ready and started to thrust her body up and down. Her pussy was tight and in a matter of seconds, she was moving so fast it took me a short while to realise that I was the one getting fucked! Her body somehow clamped itself over my cock and I could feel her leg and body muscles working hard, clearly getting their instructions from her very wet pussy! Her pussy had complete control over my whole body!

There was no stopping her! Every thrust she made was making more and more sperm in my ball sacks! I couldn’t believe how hard I was being fucked! This is when I realised that its only a pussy not on birth control that can milk a cock that hard! I could literally feel my ball sacks filling up with cum! Her pussy must have known because her rapid strokes became long and deep! Somehow her pussy knew that it was time to harvest every drop of cum it had made. There was no way I could hold back! I was almost in tears as she fucked me into heaven! My ball sacks were about to explode! Her pussy was so tight I could feel every wet inch. I sensed her body really clamping down, making it harder to escape her grasp, creating the perfect conditions for the delivery of baby juice into her wanting fertile pussy! I can’t say this was a gentle and sensual experience, it was about taking biology literally and fucking the sperm out of my balls sacks!

At the very last stroke, she was so strong! I couldn’t believe that a woman with such a small body frame had that much power to keep me in my place! All the baby juice that she had worked so hard to make, was being delivered deep into her pussy! The contents of my ball sacks were being emptied as each violent contraction was making massive explosions deep inside her body! She instinctively pressed deep onto my cock, waiting for the next stream of cum jetting into her pussy. She pressed so deep, that the tip of my cock was spurting cum through the door of her cervix. A hard milking like this is never over, her pussy muscles were still working hard, making sure that it got every drop of cum. After a few moments, she stayed on top for while, using my dick to stop any of my DNA from leaking out.

There was no talking during the whole session (which didn’t last for very long). I could hardly muster words together, never mind making a whole sentence. She never said “cum inside me” or anything like that. Her body did all the talking and the only thing you could hear was the slapping of our bodies as they rapidly reunited; and that wet sloppy sound of our baby making juices being mixed together. I later found out that she was ovulating that day and that she had decided that she wanted me to give her a baby.

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