Pregnant Orgasms
Right Till the Last
In the morning, we would lay together, touching, kissing, teasing our bodies and slowly making love.
Once she started, it took only warm words and gentle pressure on her clitoris to produce several throbs. She lay on the couch listening to the stereo while I worked, stroking herself to the slow music. Sometimes I just sat and watched her lovely nude vagina and anus, squeezing every so often to her touches.
I watched her slowly press a dildo at her pussy until it was swallowed completely. I could see her contract on it as she eased it in, and my penis was aroused. I stood over her to have it sucked hard while she pushed the dildo with her heel, her hips slowly heaving.
The climax of our climaxes was a long, slow lovemaking. We’d get comfortable and I’d slide into the wet and tired pussy in place of the rubber surrogate. As we rocked together, she would squeeze one of her nipples and one of mine, and I would do the same.
We were lying on our sides, so she was able to take the lower breast in both hands. She squeezed the puffed aureole with her thumbs and a squirt of milk ran over her hand. As she shifted more to her back to lick it from her hand I leaned forward to suck the swollen nipple. A small quantity of milk flowed, and it made her hotter.
“The other”, she whispered, and I repeated what had been done, tasting her warm, somehow familiar milk.
Now she began to milk the breast in earnest, pulling with both hands. Hot streams of milk washed my chest, and I could feel her pussy contract on me as her hands urged milk from the nipple. Timing my thrusts to her tit milking, we brought her to the brink, and held her there for many seconds.
With wide eyes, she pressed her clit to me, using me to stimulate herself when needed, holding the cum just on the edge as her vagina slowly expanded in the wind-up before orgasm. When finally it contracted on my penis my orgasm was triggered, sending hot streams of semen to mix with her juices.
It left us with eyes closed, wallowing in a mixture of our secretions, feeling one another’s fading throbs as she pressed her belly and breasts to me, holding me tightly in her arms as her contractions began to come faster by the minute.
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