Long Overdue Visit

I felt my pussy pulsing around the huge dick inside me as the remnants of my orgasm subsided. I looked up at him, feeling our new deep connections. For a second, I thought back to how I found myself in this situation. Until thirty minutes ago, I was a virgin. An hour ago, I thought I had control of my situation, my sex life, and my body. I was naive. I thought I could join a man in the shower, have non-intercourse sexual fun, and leave with my virginity in tact. I let my guard down, and in a single motion, he forced me down onto his huge, throbbing dick. Then, one stroke later, I was having my first incredible orgasm on a man's cock.

That's how I found myself here, sitting under the spray of his shower. He still had his dick shoved very deep in my well-fucked pussy, and I had his sperm streaming from my unprotected pussy and down my ass. What a delicious feeling! I may not have wanted to be fucked when I entered the shower, but his amazing cock and my intense orgasms had completely convinced me.

"I was never going to pull out of you. I've wanted that for a long time," he said, speaking first.

As I tried to catch my breath, "I knew you wouldn't. I've always known you wouldn't. I just didn't know how much I wanted it, too, though."

I wanted to stay just like that. My cunt was happy, and his dick wasn't getting soft at all! Sadly, our hot water started to fade, and we knew we'd have to move round two to his bed. After quickly drying off, we moved to his room, and he pushed me back onto the bed.

Wasting no time, he opened my legs and pushed the thick head of his cock back into my pussy where I felt like it belonged. He reached down with one strong hand and grabbed one of my huge tits, using it to leverage himself into my pussy. I squeezed tightly onto his dick. My first voluntary sexual action since this whole thing started. His fingers dug into my tit while he savagely fucked me hard and deep. His rough, aggressive nature was intoxicating. He slammed hard into me, and my pleasure built. As my first orgasm in his bed approached, my voluntary actions faded, replaced by involuntary ones. The force of his thrusts inside me made my boobs bounce wildly, forcing him to let go and allowing it to sway freely. I held onto his powerful arms, and my legs wrap around his waist. My pussy squeezed, and my entire body squeezed with it. I pulled him in close to me and screamed as my orgasm shot through me.

He was finally pounding me through my orgasm like he'd always promised, and it was incredible. I thought I had cum hard in the shower. My first orgasm, when I hadn't expected to be pulled straight down on his cock, was driven to higher intensities than I'd ever felt. My second orgasm in the shower, my first time being fucked to one, left me unable to speak. My third, knowing he was going to shoot his sperm into my formerly virgin and completely unprotected cunt, convinced me that, not only did I want it, but everything he was doing in the shower was right. It had sealed our bond together. This one, with him brutally pounding my overwhelmed pussy, was a different kind of pleasure. I felt like my orgasm was tearing through my body. I could feel the pleasure through to the tips of my fingers and the end of my toes. The sensitivity level in my pussy was unbearable, overwhelming. He kept pounding my pussy, and he didn't let me come down. I couldn't tell if it was pleasurable or painful. The answer was forced upon me as the hardest orgasm of my life continued exploding inside me. I bucked wildly against his relentless slamming. He kept shoving deep in me, grabbing hard on my tits, again, and using them to pull me onto stronger and deeper thrusts. My body reacted with more intense waves of climax. It was getting harder to breathe. I moaned out loudly and was unable to draw breath deeply enough to replace the air lost in my moans, nor enough air to cover the next moan. I'd never brought myself to orgasm this hard and was being overwhelmed by it. The world around us started to fade, and all that was left was indescribable pleasure.

I fainted.

I was out, apparently, just for a moment. I came back to consciousness squeezing hard on his throbbing dick inside me. However, my free tit wasn't flopping wildly, and my head wasn't being snapped back by the impact of his thrusts. He'd stopped, and he looked down at me with concern etched on his face.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah."

"I mean really ok? I know that can be a jarring experience." His concern for me was cute and endearing. Personalities are so complex. One moment this man was in the shower, biding his time, and waiting for his chance to take advantage of my lowered guard, and now he was worried about my well-being. Definitely an interesting turn of events. "Do you need a minute?"

I hooked my legs tightly around him, "Don't you dare stop fucking me!' while I gave a squeeze signaling my willingness and readiness to continue.

He started again. This time much slower, giving me time to get my bearings. I wanted his pace to speed up, but he continued to slowly drive into me. As we kept at that speed, I couldn't help but realize how hard I was being thrust into, despite the slow speed of our fuck. I had never considered being fucked slowly, but hard. I could only describe each stroke as impactful. Despite the slower pace, I couldn't believe how fast my orgasm was building. How does he have that effect on me? Sure, he has a big cock, and it feels incredible touching every part of me, but really it's the connection we have. I've been bonded to him since he forcefully pulled me down hard onto his dick. That first thrust felt so incredible. Up until that point, I hadn't experienced a shock of pleasure like that. The second thrust, as I tried to get off of him and was pulled back down onto him, triggered my orgasm and began my deep connection to him. Now his amazing dick was exploiting that bond and methodically driving me to another delicious orgasm. For my part, I didn't hold back. I let the feeling wash over me, and I vocalized loudly as I gave in to another unspeakably amazing orgasm on this man's perfect dick.

He'd done it. He made me his. When I arrived at his house, I wanted to keep my distance, to be guarded, to stop myself from being vulnerable, but I couldn't. He'd forced his dick in me and literally fucked me into submission. I wanted to give back to him. I wanted to show him how incredible I think he is and how amazing the time he was giving me. "I want to ride you," I managed when my breathing came back under control.

"I'll never say no to that!" he replied, his eagerness apparent.

Even though I was the one who asked him to change positions, I felt a void left inside me when he withdrew. He'd imprinted himself inside me, and I needed that mold filled again. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him. Nowadays, I'm much better at it, but back then I had never realized how it wasn't just jumping on top of a man and going straight to fucking, the way it had always looked in porn. It takes some body situational and positional awareness. However, I did manage to straddle him, grab him by his thick shaft, and get it stuffed into back my tight, but eager, pussy (where I definitely decided it belonged).

This time, I was going to be in control. I knew he wanted to fuck me for longer than I could stay at his home. I was already going to be late getting home and back to my responsibilities. I had to hurry this up and was well aware he was going to purposely draw out his orgasm as long as possible, but I also knew his weaknesses! He had mentioned before, while talking about fucking, his own orgasms had been brought forth faster than he'd wanted when he had big boobs in his face and tight orgasms wrapped around his cock. For my part, I have huge tits! And, when it came to tightness, until an hour earlier, I was a 38 yr old virgin. I knew my orgasms could squeeze like no other! I could get him to shoot deep in my pussy one more time, but this time on my terms!

I began rocking back and forth. It felt so natural being on top and having him deep inside me. It was my turn to fuck him into submission! I leaned down to his face and kissed him deeply. I gushed even harder, and the extra lubrication slipped him deeper into me. I yelped in pleasure as I felt him sink in me farther than I anticipated. I wanted more. I sat up slightly, and, as he looked up at me, I pushed one of my huge jugs into his open mouth. True to form, he sucked greedily at it while my pussy continued to work his dick. I was immediately rewarded by the same intense, almost violent jerking feeling as before when his dick was shoved deep inside me in the shower, and he glued his mouth to my sensitive nipple. It's like his wonderful cock knew my orgasm was approaching.

Once he told me about the most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Back when he was still married, many years earlier and well before we met, his mother-in-law was visiting during Thanksgiving. Evidently she had heard from her daughter, his ex, that he sleeps so soundly and deeply that she could fuck him in his sleep, through several of her own orgasms, and, amazingly, through his own, without him ever waking up. Feeling bold after her daughter left for her menial Black Friday retail job, she decided to try it for herself. He said he woke up with her riding the hell out of him. Normally, he would've been to turned off by her, but she'd been on him a while and had multiple orgasms, evident by the wet mess he felt all over his cock and on his lap, and she was heading straight for another. Even worse than that, he was already about to blow his load when he woke up. He told me more than anything, he wanted to avoid cumming in his mother-in-law, so he tried to hold back his orgasm, so he could dismount her. As anyone can tell you, the more you try to hold back, the faster and more intensely your orgasm happens. He was holding back a herculean amount, desperately motivated not to seed his wife's mom. He wasn't able to unseat her, and her final orgasm drove him, against his will, to his own, and the effort he'd used to hold back was turned back against him, and he shot in her harder than he had in anyone else.

I wanted to try that. I wanted to hold back my orgasm as long and as hard as I could, so I could climax to the point where I would cum my brains out. Immediately upon making that decision, I felt my pussy tighten and my sensitivity level skyrocket. I wasn't going to be able to last long. Instinctively, he must have known, too, because his huge dick throbbed harder and swelled in response. I kept shoving my electrified pussy down onto his massive cock. His swelling and throbbing mixed with my soaked and tightening pussy gave me just what I wanted from him. He let out deep, guttural groans and grunts, muffled by my H-Cup shoved in his mouth. Holding back and driving myself to a more intense orgasm was having the desired effect! I didn't have the same motivation he had when he was holding back, but I was motivated enough to push my pleasure to the point where he couldn't hold back anymore. I drove myself down hard again on his dick. God, I was getting so much tighter. It was at the point where, despite my pussy being soaked from multiple gushing orgasms and lubricated by his sperm from the shower, it was taking actual force to shove myself down onto his fantastic cock, and my pussy grabbed like a vice, holding him tightly when I tried to withdraw.

His grunting into my tit was getting louder. The vibration of his voice was causing a new sensation shooting into my sensitive nipple. My willpower to hold back began melting. I wasn't going to make it. I was going to cum so hard I blew my mind, but without drawing his orgasm out of him. I desperately tried to maintain my ability to hold back, but my orgasm insistently began taking control of my body. Mentally, I grasped tightly to my last shred of control. Then the unexpected happened. "UNG! UNG! UNG!" he cried out into my tit. His orgasm broke loose! I felt his dick jumping inside me, and I wanted to keep sliding my pussy up and down his dick, so I could draw out his orgasm, but it wasn't meant to be. The moment that hot cum hit my pussy, my orgasm was triggered, erasing the last bit of willpower, and I screamed as he seeded my orgasming pussy for the second time in as many hours.

Even though my pussy was giving me an incredibly rewarding intensity to my orgasm for holding back, I could still feel just how much he was cum he was gifting my fertile pussy. If he hadn't impregnated me in the shower, he definitely was now, and that thought took my orgasm to spectacular heights. Although I wasn't doing it voluntarily, I was driving my pussy hard on his dick and milking more of his sperm into my pussy, which is exactly what I wanted! I knew I was milking out every drop he had to offer, just like in the shower. However, unlike the shower where he shot in me until I overflowed and lost some of his precious sperm as it streamed down my ass and was washed away by the shower spray, this time I was so tightly wrapped around his dick in orgasm that there was no way for a single drop to escape this time.

As our orgasms subsided, my sensitive pussy was involuntarily keeping a vice grip on his softening dick, making sure to keep his sperm in me as he withdrew. I was so full. It almost felt like it was sloshing inside my satisfied pussy. I managed to pry my sensitive nipple from his still greedy mouth and replace it with my lips on his. He kissed me deeply. We made out like teenagers, it was so hot. I felt myself getting turned on all over again! Unfortunately, I caught a glimpse of the clock on his nightstand. I was VERY late. I had to go!! No time to stay for more fun. No time to get cleaned up. I gathered my clothes, got dressed quickly, kissed him goodbye, and ran to my car.

When I sat in the car, I felt his cum finally spill from my full cunt and into my panties. It was gonna be an uncomfortable drive the rest of the way home with this mess made of our intermingled juices making my panties stick to my crotch. Oh well, I was proud of that mess. I built that mess. I made him shoot so hard in my pussy that there was a huge mess in my underwear, but still plenty of cum left in my unprotected and, as of today, no longer virgin pussy to give me his baby. I felt like I'd given him, and received, an incredible and intimate gift.

I'd barely made it half an hour down the road, and I just had to call him. When he answered, I felt a flutter inside me. I was 38 and acting giddy like a girl less than half my age talking to her high school sweetheart. We had a wonderful conversation. We discussed what it would be like if I got pregnant, and what kind of relationship we would have. We also talked about whether I would give him another son, or if I'd give him a sweet, little girl. Personally, I hoped to give him a daughter. He insisted he'd rather have a son, but having a little princess to wrap him around her finger is exactly what he needs in his life! The rest of my 4 hour drive while chatting with him breezed by. It felt like I made it home in no time at all.

Unfortunately, that's not how our relationship went. Because of work schedules that never seemed to sync up, and various other conflicts in responsibilities, it would be several months before we would even see each other again. At first we would call and text each other a lot, but over the months that started to wane, too.

What didn't wane, however, was my belly. It was two weeks after I arrived back home when I missed my period. I waited a few days to take a pregnancy test to confirm what I already knew. When I told him, he was ecstatic! He was overjoyed to know we were going to share something so personal together. He said it strengthened the bond between us. I was excited, too, because I felt the exact same way. However, even though we had that good news between us, we still couldn't find a way to make our schedules work, so we could see each other. Twenty weeks later was our baby's anatomy ultrasound. He was perfect in every way. I know I wanted to give him a daughter, but the fact that I was giving him another son like he wanted felt more special. I was so happy I cried when I told him. He told me I was giving him everything he ever wanted.

Even then, I couldn't pry him away from his work and to come see me. Over the six months I had been carrying his child, I began to resent him. If it was important to him, he would MAKE time to come see me. I also resented myself. I'd been letting him get away with it. Not anymore! I deserved more, and this baby deserved more! I decided to insist he finally come to visit me, and when he did, I would face-to-face tell him exactly how he'd been letting us down.

I called him up, shaking with nervousness. I drew in a deep breath, and in my most serious voice, I told him it was time to come see me. He told me work was hectic, and he was unable to break free. I refused to back down. "You

have

to come out and see me, to see us. 'No' is unacceptable!" I was proud of the stern tone I mustered. He waffled a bit, and I pressed my advantage. "You put me in this situation. I'm so sore and uncomfortable.

You

did this to me, and you

will

come and take responsibility for what you did."

"You're absolutely right. I did that to you, and you don't deserve to be ignored, whether I mean to or not. I'm off this Sunday, and if you can make room in your schedule, I'll be there."

My job as a nurse meant I worked every weekend, and I thought it was still a bit crappy that I'd have to take off for him to come see me, but I had to see him, and I had to make it clear how mad I was. I agreed to see him Sunday.

I spent the days leading up to Sunday rehearsing what I'd say to him. The more I thought about what I'd say, the more upset I got with him. Most days, a mixture of animosity and hormones would bring me to tears as I thought about how he got me pregnant and essentially abandoned me. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass; I was going to be heard. He was going to listen to everything I had to say, and he was going to make sure take better care of me and his baby!

Sunday came on quickly. I was nervous beyond belief. When I heard his car pull into my driveway, I began to shake with rage. Now was the time to tell him exactly how I felt about everything that had went down. My doorbell rang; I composed myself and opened the door. His 6'1" frame loomed in my doorway. His same charming, boyish smile, just like I remembered. I felt my rage start to weaken as the emotions from when we last saw each other came rushing back. His caramel skin, and broad shoulders. He was so handsome and so attractive. My eyes continued to travel down his body until I reached his crotch. Thick and snaked halfway down his thigh, I could make out the clear outline of his huge dick in his jeans, and my rage came rushing back.

How could he show up six months after abusing my consent and getting me pregnant and expect to come right in my front door ready to fuck?! New feelings of disgust rushed through me. He greeted me and walked through the door. As he approached to embrace me, and I put my hand up against his chest to stop his advance. He looked at me confused. Then he leaned in to kiss me, and I turned my head. "No! How dare you!" I said angrily.

"What? I'm here just like you asked."

"But look at you. You've barely came through the door, and you expect to use

this

on me," I replied, tapping his dick through his jeans with the back of hand.

He tried to explain that wasn't it, saying he just can't help but be turned on around me, but I was hearing none of it. I exploded on him. I told him all of the things I had rehearsed. He stood there listening as I bared my soul in front of him. The more I told him, the more I ended up being a strong mix of enraged and crying. My criticisms of him became mean. They started off as mean and fair critique, and slowly devolved into mean, unfair comments. As I became more emotional, I went to my bedroom, seeking time to recompose myself. He followed me in, and I went after him, again, verbally.