I knocked up my best friend's wife

part 2

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take her like that, ride her, but she lies on her back
and spreads her legs, so maybe later.

I crawl between her legs, her body ripe and open before
me, I lick her wetness, till it flows, taste her, so
salty sweet, so fragrant, she’s washed of course, and
shaved her legs, and the skin is smooth and cool. I
lick her inner thighs, tracing lines up to her heat,
flick her slit top to bottom, finding her clitoris, the
nub of it, suck it into my mouth gently. Her pussy is
so sweet, so pretty. Soft glistening folds, downy brown
hair.

“Oh.” She says, pushing herself into my face.

“That is nice. Oh…”

It is so easy to make her come. I do it again, this
time noisily lapping at her fluids as she trembles and
sighs. “Uh huh. Uh huh.” I watch her breasts heave as I
lick her, over the swell of her stomach. I want to
squirt my baby into her. She wants it too. It’s OK.
Everything is OK.

My cock wants to fuck her. It aches for her, to create
something instead of orgasm, to create life. My wife
can’t have a c***d. Kate can. Spread some of us into
the future, like the sweet little c******n of our good
friends…oh let it be a girl. I don’t really like
boys. Sometimes, I don’t really like myself.

“I’m ready now,” She’s pulling on my hair, and I move
up her, and her breasts are so large and full, she
holds them in her hands, her hair so long and silky
soft, her mouth so easy to kiss, and I sink the hard
length of myself into the deep warm wet heat of her
effortlessly. And start to fuck her, so slow and
deliberate, building slowly in speed.

She lifts her legs. “Deeper,” she whispers.

“Should be deep. To make…” she shudders, “the baby…
In me… Cum in me. It’s all right.”

I hold her ankles, force her legs back gently, and
begin to fuck her more forcefully. More animally,
breathing heavy now, panting, beginning to sweat,
thrusting, harder, and then harder still, my cock so
big and full and steely hard it feels like it could
burst. I bend her in two, her belly folding, her
breasts very white and round, the nipples fine and
pointed and hard, her breasts jiggling with every
thrust, fleshy waves in her belly, her thighs. She is
shoving up and into every thrust, so lovely.

The pleasure in her face is exquisite. She is loving
it, every minute of it, every inch of me every thrust,
every drip of my sweat. She smiles and nods.

“Good girl, good. Gonna…”

There’s that noisy wet slapping sound, that always
vaguely distresses, I wish there was music but damn,
she’s sweet, plump and wet and hot, and I reach around
to grab her ass, and plow it into her hard, and she
holds her knees with her hands, rolling back, to let me
do her deeper.

I feel her coming again, so nice, again, so nice, my
mouth finds hers, and she sucks my tongue into her
mouth hungrily, and I am dripping my sweat down on her,
slicking her body head to foot with it, we’re slick and
oily and rubbing together, and when I come I lose
myself utterly, luxuriating in the feel of it, looking
into her soft smiling eyes, coming inside, coming
inside, no rubber or spermicide or pill–nothing but
flesh and sweat and come and shuddering blessed fucking
coming release and lie back and wait in the cooling
sweat and sigh, and lie together.

We have all night, after all. I’m nuzzling her in a few
minutes. I’m still hard. Oh. Yes. Sometimes, it’s
useful, this rapacious cock of mine. Sometimes it does
good.

Love you😊