A Big As

Continuation of a fantasy story. Constructive feedback and comments welcome.

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Alison awoke gently from her slumber. She was alone and the post coital bliss of her first fuck from Tom had almost faded away. While her bedroom was familiar and intimate, she somehow felt some uneasy like waking after a strange dream. She remembered the events of the evening, taking place less than an hour ago and how she's come to be lying with her groin propped up skywards.

The robe covered most of her body, but her crotch was exposed with a cool and damp feeling. She felt some discomfort from the bend in her lower back where the pillows were wedged under her ass.

She started to move, pulling the robe that was loosely lying on top of her naked body. She felt the fluids inside her shift as she moved and covered her pussy with her hand to stop them leaking onto the bedsheets.

Her pubes were sticky and crusty from the dried cum and she could smell the scent of sex heavy in the air. She got upright, hand still covering her crotch, scooted to the end of the bed in an undignified manner and waddled to the ensuite bathroom.

She sat on the toilet and removed her hand. The cum slowly seeped out of her, dripping into the bowl. It kept on going, drip after drip she watched it slip out of her. She looked around and saw a small cup next to the sink. She'd had the tools for the back-up turkey baster plan in case she couldn't convince Tom to go through with it, or was it to convince Mark of her intentions?

She placed the plastic cup below her oozing pussy and drip after drip of collected into the bottom of it. Hell, how much had Tom put into her? When the flow coming out of her finally slowed, she tipped the contents into the toilet and put the cup in the trash for Mark to find in case he went looking. Not that he'd asked about the detail of how she'd get pregnant nor had she's the details explained much. He had trusted her, and she felt the sting of deceit keenly.

Sex had had a taboo when she was growing Catholic up and whilst she'd had several boyfriends growing up and even given a few head once or twice, Mark had actually been her first. Once over the initial honeymoon, she'd found sex to more fun than she'd imagined and whilst she was happy in the marriage, she now sort of regretted not fooling around in the younger days.

She been taught masturbation was a sin, sex was between two marriage people and for procreation, but she now lost these hang up as she's gotten older. Now here she was committing adultery, how she'd changed from that good little girl.

She experimentally touched herself gently on the clit making slow circular motion. It felt slippery and whilst a little tender, the sensation was nice. Her other hand was slick where she'd been blocking the flow, and she looked at the glistening fluid coating her fingers.

She raised it to her hand and sniffed. Yep, it was definitely cum, she thought with some of her own juices mixed in. She'd seen and gotten her husbands cum plenty of times on her hands, but she was more curious about these messy secretion. This was what she'd be obsessed with for the last few months, the key to her dreams of a family. In her mind's eye had seemed like some magical elixir that would grant her heart's desire, and in a very literal sense it was. But now its appearance was just a white stick juice covering her fingertip.

She didn't know why she did it, perhaps it was the orgasmic tingle she felt rising between her legs but she raise her fingers to her lips and tasted them. It was salty but not unpleasantly so and she started to reminisce of Tom's cock pulsing inside of her again.

She continued to lick, nearly cleaning her fingers whilst rubbing herself faster until a thought sprang into her mind, "You're a slut!". The thought took her by surprise, and she physically reconciled from it and stopped touching herself.

What she'd done she done for her, her husband and her future family. But here she was, masturbating naked with a pussy dripping with another man's cum and liking the tasting of it.

She'd seduced and fucked her husband's best friend, deceiving the man she loved. In turn he'd played with her ass, eaten her out, given her an incredibly intense orgasm.

The conviction that had made her feel so confident in the actions she'd taken was now wavering... To make her repeated pregnancy as a sure a thing as she could so she'd asked for Tom to come back for two more nights and now, with this precedent, would be expecting to fuck her again and again.

The prospect of another night of passion with Tom aroused her and she had to be certain she got pregnant. Another intrusive though butted forward in her mind. but what if, like Mark, Tom wasn't up to the job. They hadn't thought it wise to ask him to get his sperm tested. It had been a lot to ask this much of him and even now it sort of felt like looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Her older sister was on their fourth child and her youngest sister was on her second. She loved playing with her nieces and nephews, but after every time she spent with them, she felt a sadder and empty. Her older relatives dropped not so subtle hint about the lack of pitter pattering in their household and she'd come to dread these conversations at family gatherings. When she said they were trying it has come with a slew of 'old wives remedies' and pitiful sympathies. The 'God has a plan for everyone' had become unbearable refrain and a constant throne in her side.

She wanted to be a mother, she wanted to be pregnant, of that she was certain, and it wasn't her fault. God had been lacking coming forward with a plan and she thought an immaculate concept was a bit beyond hope, so she had to take the reins.

But how much deceit was too much? Alison turned on and got into the shower, its warm rains relaxing her, washing away the evidence of her betrayal.

She stroked her flat stomach wondering what it would be like to be pregnant. Was she pregnant now? How would she know? Did she feel pregnant? It was too early to tell, and she couldn't take a test be sure for several days. The ends justified the means she thought. She would ask for absolution later.

She dressed for bed and went around the room returning it to its earlier state.

She'd been lying in bed for few hours, trying but failing to drift off to sleep when Mark got back from work. He was quiet, expecting her to be sleeping and slipped under the covers on their now desecrated marital bed with her.

She stirred to signal she was awake, and he rolled over, cuddled up to her. "How did tonight go?" he asked softly. "It went well" she replied. "Tom was a bit reluctant, but he did what I asked of him".

Well, that wasn't a lie she thought. Mark got into bed and put an arm her around waist, his hand resting over her stomach. His warmth and embrace felt good but all she could think was that under his palm, sperm that wasn't his, were at work deep inside of her.

She left early for work and the activities of a busy day at the hospital distracted from the conflict she felt. The occasional sight of a woman and new-born leaving the neighbouring maternity wing made her hopeful and excited. It bolstered her resolve again and she suppressed any notions that what she'd done wouldn't be worth it. 'Eyes on the prize' repeated the little mantra in her mind.

In rare moment of quiet, she daydreamed, her mind wandering back to the previous night. The feeling of Tom filling her up with cock and cum. Her pussy suddenly felt horny and damp.

The guilty feeling also returned, and she broke that train of thought. 'No, don't think like that, I'm not a slut!' her mental retort but she thought of Tom putting his finger in her ass and how good it had felt, something Mark had never tried to do her.

What was that he'd done with her ass? She'd actively stayed away from putting anything in or near her asshole in the past, fearful it might hurt and also primed with the societal scepticism that this wasn't something decent people did.

As a trainee nurse, she'd treated a surprising number of people that had come to the hospital with object lodge up their rectums and paper-thin excuses of how they had ended in the emergency room. Her professional demeanour had not reflected her confusion and slight disgust at why people would put things up there. But based on last night's fun that perspective has shifted somewhat and whilst some of the objects she'd seen 'recovered' from patients still would make anyone wince, she was curious to try more.

The daydreams of sex subconsciously continued to arouse her, but as reality intruded back and work demanded her attention and she felt both ashamed of the thoughts and excited by the realisation that only a few hours of her workday remained and then tonight, Tom would once again be fucking her silly.

Tom had woken early and the world has seemed happy and bright. Nothing could bring him down from this unusual high. The conflict he'd experience the previous night was long forgotten and there was a spring in his step that just would not go away. Could he admit to himself that last night has surpassed his wildest expectations. Dam, the forbidden fruit was the tastiest and was being served again tonight.

Mark's text had sort of put his mind at ease, was that forgiveness and permission? Or was Mark not aware that he'd just fucked his wife. Stating the truth outright could have major and unintended consequences so he mentally twisted it's meaning to sort of give him permission to continue. The day dragged but for no other reason that he was watching every tick of the second hand on the clock to pass, itching for 8pm and to re-experience fucking a woman, the way and for the reason nature had intended it.

At one-minute past eight Tom knocked on Alison's front door. The butterflies were in his stomach again, but this time was with anticipation, not trepidation. It seemed an age passed for him between the knock and the door opening, while the rest of the universe experienced only thirty seconds or so.

Alison opened the door slowly and beckoned him inwards. She was again wearing the robe and slippers from the night before, but now without the make-up.

He noticed she seemed a bit more hesitant than the night before, but she again offered him a JD and coke which he graciously accepted. There was not much small talk but this time she took also drink too, a whiskey and soda. "Well, I won't be able to have many more of these for a while" she half joked. "Well, not if all goes to plan..." she trailed off.

The air had a palpable tension they both felt, and Tom found he couldn't stop looking towards Alison body, remembering of what was under her robe. "I supposed we should get started" she offered, downing the last of her drink in a single swig. He nodded his agreement and followed her up the stairs to the bedroom.

Alison walked into the bedroom and stopped a foot away from the bed, facing away from Tom. He slowly approached her from behind and stopped less than a step away from her, his mouth close to her ear. 'Same conditions as last night?' he asked.

She paused and pondered. Could she say no? She might already be pregnant, and the job was done, but then she might not be. Could she ask him to jerk off into a cup then leave her alone to complete the task clinically? But she'd already committed the sin of adultery so what was the point? Could she get this over with quickly and dispassionately, let him fuck her from behind doggy style? She might, but the arousal she felt wouldn't let her. "Admit it" the voice in her head whispered knowingly.

She turned around to face him and their locked eyes. "Yes" came the reply from her lips. But 'Yes' she was a slut and wanted him was what she knew she was really acknowledging to herself.

His hands move to the belt of her robe, and he pulled the ends unravelling the knot that had held it closed, keeping her covered. The robe fell open and Tom once again gazed on her bare skin of her stomach.

This time Tom took the initiative and bent to kiss the nape of her neck. He nibbled and nuzzled around her collar bone. Alison eyes were closed but she moved her head away from his to allow him greater access. He continued kissing while his hand rose and cupped her breasts. She felt pleasure at his touch, slightly pushing herself towards him. One hand continued to caress her breast and nipple while the other headed slowly south, stroking as it went between the open gap in her robe. The hand reached her navel then pushed aside more of the robe.

Tom's head moved down and the other found her free nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking and licking it gently. Alison sharply expelled the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. His hand moved lower on her abdomen, fingertips and palm maintaining contact with her skin as it found the top of her bush. Fingers explored the soft straight pubic hair, descending further across her mound and his mouth moved to the other nipple, leaving the first hardened and glossy with his saliva.

His index finger found the top of her folds, parting them and followed short distance to seek out her clit. As the fingers made contact their target, an almost electric sensation caused Alison to inhale deeply and rise on her tip toes a little. The digit kept in contact with her clit but entered her moist warm hole, then moved back and forth slowly at first, dipping slightly deep with each stoke. Her body trembled and warmth radiated from her pussy. Her arousal was manifest and she rocked slightly forwards and back with his movement of his hand. Tom was still fully dressed but that didn't matter to him, his focus was solely on Alison.

His head moved further down releasing her breast and kissing all the way down her abdomen. His fingers continued their stimulation as he knelt, face coming level with her bush. The other had reached inside her robe and grasped her ass firmly. This was fortunate as she almost fell backwards when his tongue connected with her engorged clit, knees slightly giving way. Her hands went behind her and found the side of the mattress and she staggered backed onto it, perching on its edge.

Alison reclined back on to the bed, opening up her legs wider allowing him greater and greater access into her womanhood. Her pleasure edged higher and higher as he took every advantage of the increased space keeping a finger inside stroking and tongue lashing across her rigid clitoris.

Her back was now flat on the bed with her ass on the edge. Her legs splayed to either side of his head, the tension of the building orgasm brought her feet off the floor, and Tom grasped and directed her heels, so they rested onto his shoulders. He now had full access to her, nose inhaling her intimate aromas and lapping at her erogenous areas like a starving man trying to extract last flavours from a bowl of a tasty meal.

His free hand moved up and stroked her stomach with a feather like touch, then down her thigh and onto her ass. He gripped her ass cheek firmly, pulling the skin taught to expose and stretch the skin around her anus. His thumb again found and rubbed her anus slick with his drool dribbling from her moistened snatch. He made circular motions matching his tongue and other finger.

Alison felt all the sensations combine and her climax coming as building wave and her hand at her side made fists, gathering the bed sheets into bunches. Still Tom continued and the first wave of delight rolled over her, crashing into her body and causing her to clamp his head between her legs. On and on the orgasms came, each cresting higher than the last. Each peak caused a moan to escape her lips with cries uncensored expletives. Holy fuck it felt good.

Tom felt her contractions on his lips and her body go rigid, muscles in tension. He pressed hard with both finger and thumb, entering her protesting sphincter. The shock and sensation overwhelmed her, and she felt a pinnacle of pure pleasure accompanied something new, a release she didn't she was capable of.

She gasped wordlessly and her body writhed uncontrollably. Tom's tongue was suddenly a wash with a small amount of warm fluid that Alison pussy spurted out. He was caught slightly off guard by this and but continued the stimulation. It was all too much and Alison's hand pushed on the top of Tom's head to get him to stop touching her now over sensitive nether regions.

The daze of the orgasm faded, and her logical mind started to return. 'Holy fuck Alison, what was that!' she thought to herself. She'd never squirted before with anyone, not even when she'd masturbated herself raw back when she started losing her sexual hang ups and figuring out the new, joyous, sensations of sex.

What was she doing let Tom eat her out and stick his fingers in her ass! He'd given her orgasms in a way that not even her husband had managed. It wasn't like Mark had never eaten her out but never like this. And what was this magic Tom was working on her ass hole? She never thought of it as erogenous zone, just for pooping, not a gateway to mind blowing orgasms.

This had started out as a way to get pregnant as quickly and as assuredly as possible but look where that had gotten her? She was willing to cross the line a bit in the sake of her seemingly noble cause of creating a loving family, but now she realised where her lust had overtaken her and how far back she'd crossed that line. It made her blanch. The line was now an invisible dot, miles back in the distance and her actions were beyond any semblance of woman she thought she was or what she was capable of.

The feeling of fucking and being fucked by another man was so good... admit it, you're a dirty fucking slut Alison. Well, her orgasm addled brain thought, if she was one, she might as well enjoy it.

Tom waited until Alison ragged breathing slowed then stood up, the neck of his T shirt showing a darkened, damp patch. He pulled off the shirt and cast it aside. Dropped his trousers and boxer shorts leaving him naked and revealing his raging hard on. Alison was lying across the bed, toes on the floor with legs splayed to either side so Tom leaned forwards and grasped both of her ankles and lifted them so they were splayed but perpendicular upwards from her body.

His hard penis was now between her thighs and resting on her sopping bush. She felt the touch of his cock on her body and glanced down to get a view of it. She could clearly see the swollen cock head pointing unerring to her face with an upward curl a throbbing movement as it moved to the pulse of Tom's body.

The meatus slightly leaked precum but gave the impression of an eye staring back at her with clear intent. He started to move back forward and back feeling small amount of friction where they touched and the stroking from her pubic hair caressing his cock.

He leaned forward whilst backing his hips up to line up with her drenched pussy. He looked down as his gland touched her vulva, his cock free to it explore as he willed it. This time there was no confusion or reluctance on his part, but he wanted to go slowly to maximise the pleasure. Small movement back and forth allowed his cock to slide up and down her soaking wet snatch.

He kept in contact with her but withdrew until only the tip of his cock touched the bottom of her slit then pushed forward and slowly upwards. Her pussy lips parted, and he entered her fractionally until the tip caught and started to burry against her clit. There was a momentary pushback until his cock found its place, then release as her lips accepted the meaty invader.

Her arousal and the slickness of their combined juices meant the was nearly no resistance to his entry and his easily buried his sword in her up to its hilt. She felt the deep penetration and gasped as his manhood bottomed out deep within her, nearly pressing against her cervix.