Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

I swirled my tongue on Tim's little penis, sucking as hard as I could, feeling every little blood-swollen vein on his member pulsing. If it wouldn't have been that he had already released his sperm twice, I'm sure he would have climaxed long ago.

I could feel my orgasm building as I started to loose concentration, I was getting closer and closer, and for each plunge of John, I moaned louder and louder. He knew I was going to climax soon, and he increased the tempo, like always, he wanted us to match our orgasms.

Then it came, like a wind takes a leave up, high into the sky, my toes curling, my whole body shaking, trembling and jerking as the inevitable orgasm took me in it's control. I knew I could not stop it, and I wouldn't have wanted either. I just let myself go, feeling the most wonderful sensations nature could give, letting it rule my body.

During my orgasm, I felt Tim's hands around my head pressing my head close to his crotch, litteraly 'fucking' my mouth with his growing member, the sign that it would shoot it's nectar soon.

My pussy started clamping and milking John's invading member, he started stabbing me with short in and out movements in a fast tempo, as he understood that I was climaxing. I gave out high guffing moans with each penetration of his feeling the orgasm rule my body stronger and stronger, my whole body trembling. My hypersensitive cunny gave out obscene sounds with every movement of John's penis. Squelshing sounds from the two loads of sperm that Tim had dumped inside me, but also my own juices running freely. Loud smackings could be heard from our copulating organs as he poked and rotated inside me in every possible way, making me squelsh with orgasmic lust.

Far off in the distance I heard a 'ohhh…ma!', and then my mouth was flooded with Tim's spunk, each jerk filling it even more, but I was too far off to even think about swallowing it.

The cum he was shooting started to boil and run out of my mouth as I was making gurgling noices from the moaning, noices which today reminds me of a little newborn's gurglings, gurglings with delight.

I don't remember much of what happened after that. What I do remember is very cloudy and I was very confused when it happened, the whole world tumbling around me, time standing still. I could hear myself screaming with pleasure, not caring who, where or what I was.

I remember feeling Tim slip out of my mouth. Then I felt hands squeezing my breasts hard, pulling me close to John, who was kneeling behind me, his penis working like a locomotive inside my cunny, in and out, in and out. I felt Tim's cream running out of the corners of my mouth, tickling it's way down my chin, dripping down in the cleavage my handcouvered breasts formed.

I remember hearing an animalic grunt in my ear, then came a deep plunge into my vibrating pussy, John's tool entering deeper than he had ever been inside of me, parting my cervix, entering my womb. With a moan, I felt a warmth spread deep inside my tummy as I felt his first load of sperm inject Then he pulled himself out halfway, and with a slow but even deeper plunge than the first one he ripped past my cervix, a gurgling scream erupting from my throat, Johns tool squirting more of his baby-making milk, the wonderful sticky honey uniting with Tim's, John's wriggling seeds mingling with Tim's. It was so hot, so fascinating, a human wasn't supposed to feel such heavenly feelings, perverted feelings, orgasmic feelings and pain. Each time John gave my body a huge plunge, I was tossed forward, my torso bending forward as his belly slapped hard against my buttocks, trying to enter me as deep as possible, stabbing me like he wanted to go through me…At the same time his big, manly hands were kneeding my swaying and slapping breasts hard, sqeezing them like it would be dough. My knees were bending, I couldn't support myself, and if it woudln't have been for his hands around my breasts and his penis fully embedded in my climaxing pussy, I would have collapsed. I was like a leaf in his hands, which he was tossing and flipping in every possible way as he emptied himself hard inside me. I don't know if it was my brain that fooled me, but I thought I heard a bestialic roar unite with my sporadic screams of lust each time he pushed the tip of his penis inside my womb and spurting a powerfull jet of semen where our child was growing. Then everything went black.

I awoke slowly, coming to life like from a trance or a deep sleep. I was alone in bed. I felt so relaxed. 23.36 said the red digits of my bedroom clock. I must have slept for over 3 hours, without even waking up once…I sighed, feeling every little muscle aching tiredly, my mouth, breasts, but most of all the places around my slit and inside of it. But it was a pleasant tiredness. I was naked, sweaty, my skin showing spots of dried semen. I still had the bitter-tasting cum-flavour of Tim's sperm in my mouth, and I could still feel the wetness in my pussy. I mused, I felt like a little school-girl after touching herself for the very first time. I felt like an innocent little girl who had for her first time found out about boys. Even though I had been a virgin when marrying Michael, my dead husband, I had 'fooled around', letting boys feel me up in the breaks at school. We had played games like, 'I'll show you mine if you show me your's'. Then we had played doctor.

I felt in need of a shower really bad. I went to the bathroom, taking the sweaty and cum-stained sheets with me.

I had a hard time washing myself. Especially my cunny, since it was very sensitive. It was almost unbearable to turn the water spray towards my open pussy, washing the insides clean. My lips were all red and swollen, and my little rosebud weren't to be touched. I thought back at what had happened earlier in bed. It was something I had only read of. They called it multiple-orgasms, and I am pretty sure I had one of these at that time. I had never experienced anything like that ever. Everytime an orgasm subsided, I was rewarded with a new one. But it was somehting I would come to know very well in the future

I watched myself in the mirror while drying myself off, watching my breasts and belly which clearly showed I was pregnant. At least to my eyes.

I've heard that some women looses all interest in sex once they get pregnant. They feel ugly and are disgusted by their own body. But seeing myself in the mirror I was excited to note that my belly had swollen, I was excited to know I was still a fertile woman, with possibilities of giving life.

There was a discrete knock at the door.

"Mom, are you allright?"

"Uhuh…"

"Can I come in…"

I first thought of wrapping my towel or robe around me, but then I thought that would be silly after all we had done.

"…sure…"

He opened the door only to find me stark naked.

I saw his eyes enlarge as he looked at me, he was ogling my body.

"What are you staring at?", I heard myself asking very seductivly.

"…uh…well…I had forgot how beautiful you are ma…"

I smiled at him, turning to my side, inhaling, drawing in my belly to make a sexy pose.

"Do you really think so…do you think I still look sexy to you?"

"uhuh…you really are gorgeous mom…"

"Well thank you John, you really know how to charm a lady…" I said smiling at him. "But do you you think I will still be sexy when my belly and breasts starts growing…?"

"…yeah…I…you'll just be even more sexy…"

I moved close to him, putting my hands on his hips.

"You know John…you're very handsome yourself…"

"You think so mom…"

"Sure honey…your so beautiful…you are a reel hunk as we used to say at school…", I mused when thinking of how he resembled to the boys his own age a long time ago that we girls used to discuss and refer to as 'hunk' if they were cute…unfortunately it remaind on that stage until I met my big love…