The New Manager Part 3: A Plus-Sized Woman's Story
Upon returning home from their romantic weekend getaway, Tess and I set forth on the mission to impregnate her as frequently as possible.
Tess couldn't wait to become a mother.
I couldn't wait to father a child.
The challenge was finding consistent opportunities to meet up and fertilize her during her fertile period.
Tess closely monitored her menstrual cycle to maximize our chances. Once back home, she had approximately two more weeks before entering the fertile phase. We scheduled our meetings at the beginning of her cycle to significantly increase the odds of pregnancy.
Our trysts took place frequently during lunch breaks in her office. It was incredibly arousing to have passionate, intentional intercourse with the explicit purpose of impregnating her.
We primarily employed the doggy style position, which allowed me to thrust deeply and deposit my semen within her womb. Every encounter was sexually charged - the noise of our limbs slapping, our grunts, and the lingering scents of sex intensified the experience.
Tess's lust for sex was insatiable. We orchestrated weekend rendezvous for steamy, albeit brief, sessions. Her desperation only heightened my desire.
Throughout this lengthy endeavor, I subjected Tess to intense, deep and prolonged penetration, depositing my semen within her womb in hopes of hitting the fertility jackpot.
After several arduous months of unrelenting attempts, Tess and I managed to have a series of passionate encounters spawning a weekend of nonstop, ecstatic intercourse, with me releasing an impressive amount of my thick, sticky seed into her. A few weeks later, Tess turned up to work, glowing.
I inquired about her shift in mood, "What's going on? You seem unusually chipper."
She produced a pregnancy test stick from her purse, holding it up for me to see. Tess had conceived.
We both smiled broadly. We had achieved the long-awaited goal.
I asked, "Are you content?"
Happily, Tess responded, "What do you think? I'm ecstatic!"
I enquired further, "What's next for us?" Hoping we'd continue our frequent trysts. While I knew this was selfish, I couldn't help but hope for more.
She stated, "Nothing changes. I want to continue to make love with you whenever we can. I want you to love me throughout my pregnancy and make me feel desired."
My heart leapt with joy at her response. I embraced her, groped her ample posterior and fondled her breasts.
Tess desired more, saying, "Remove your garments. I want to feel your skin against mine."
Stripping down to our nakedness, we embraced, her breasts crushing onto my chest while my erect member lay firmly nestled between us. Our breathtakingly intimate connection was flawless.
We kissed, caressed and cuddled for an extended duration. Ultimately, we maneuvered onto the couch. My full erection located her glistening pussy, prepared for me to penetrate her.
Our lovemaking transpired for what felt like hours but was probably only 15-20 minutes. Concurrently, we reached climax, me filling her trembling pussy with my spunk. Nonetheless, it didn't matter seeing as she was already pregnant with our child.
Overjoyed for having granted Tess her ultimate wish, I expressed pure joy.
Throughout her pregnancy, the most conspicuous change in Tess was her breast size. While her growing belly remained hidden, her bust line exploded. Prior to their expansion, she had filled a 40DD bra. At 14 weeks, she graduated to 42G support undergarments with the expectation of further growth.
I reveled in her fuller figure. Each time we were able to slip away for a moment of privacy, she requested my assistance to ease the engorgement. I willingly obliged.
Suckling her breasts provided a notably intimate act. Each session resulted in mutual arousal.
Much as we desired, we attempted to provide each other pleasure orally. I refined my cunnilingus techniques, allowing Tess to reach powerful orgasms at lightning speed. Conversely, she perfected her fellatio technique, resulting in my instant climax.
As the pregnancy progressed, we attempted to pacify our sexual frustrations with oral pleasure. However, there were numerous occasions when we were denied the opportunity to meet. It was excruciating to have breasts, aids, and the power of shared genital pleasure, only to be denied.
We occasionally surrendered to our passions, resulting in scorching, impassioned lovemaking. However, if denied, we had to relinquish sexually gratifying encounters and endure periods of extreme horniness until the opportunity to engage in lovemaking would be realized.
Yet, we discovered other ways to revitalize our relationship. Touch, emotional support, communication and passionate kisses bolstered our connection beyond our wildest dreams.
I'd always give her a heads up when I was about to reach orgasm. This usually just made her work harder, causing me to let loose my cum into her mouth and down her throat. Tess always desired to consume it all, but on some occasions, due to my large load, some of it would trickle down her chin and between her enormous breasts. She liked to store some of my semen in her cleavage to keep a reminder of our most recent liaison through its scent.
Eventually, the passage of time caused her belly to protrude. The unending stream of inquiries from coworkers didn't stop.
"When did you conceive?"
"Did you tie the knot without telling us?"
"Who's the daddy?"
"Are you planning to tie the knot?"
"Are you going to keep the baby?"
"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"When are you due?"
"Are you going to be a stay-at-home mom after the baby's arrival?"
Tess was admirably patient with people, and I never observed her growing irritated or angry from anyone asking random questions.
This is how I knew that Tess would make a fantastic mother - she had the patience of Job.
She had well-thought-out responses to every inquiry and could tell a convincing story that no one ever questioned.
"I've always wanted a child and decided being a single mom wouldn't hinder me from being a mother. I was artificially inseminated about three months ago. I'm not married, nor am I planning to marry. I don't yet know the gender, but will soon. I'm due in approximately six months and will only take a brief maternity leave, returning to work. I have a strong support network consisting of my mother and sister, as well as a kind neighbor, so I'm not concerned about raising a child alone."
Tess would go through that account several times, never misplacing any details or causing confusion.
It was simple to do, as the story itself was mostly accurate, barring the artificial insemination component.
Whenever I heard her explain all this, I couldn't help but suppress a grin, and the resulting erection.
She loved sharing this, despite the fact that she claimed her maternal instincts were calling her.
Weeks and months passed, and Tess became bigger and rounder, but still grinned. She was a radiant, pregnant woman.
During this period, Tess's sex drive continued to increase.
I didn't object.
Tess wanted my rock-hard penis inside her as often as possible. She'd call and say she wanted a meeting in her office to oversee "issues."
I'd arrive as instructed.
Tess would grin, move behind me and close and lock her door. She'd tell me, "I have an issue that only you can solve."
My amused reaction was, "Really? What can I do to help you?"
Tess would take off her clothes, step by step, until her rounded, pregnant stomach and immense pregnant breasts were revealed, beckoning for my attention. She would typically retain her thigh-highs and stilettos.
I'd advance towards her until she stopped me.
"Strip. NOW!" she'd demand.
I'd always comply, ensuring I was completely naked. Needless to say, my penis was always erect and directed towards her.
Even well into her pregnancy, Tess would bend in front of me, glance back over her shoulder, and order, "Make me happy."
I would oblige each time. She was constantly wet and prepared to accommodate my hard, fat cock. I'd move into her and gradually penetrate her waiting, moist vagina. I'd wait to hear her moan, followed by a loud groan as I touched bottom.
We'd passionately make love to each other. It wasn't just me having sex with her, she was fucking me. We were having vigorous intercourse. The noise of her plump derriere smacking against my legs could not be eliminated. Our grunts and groans punctuated our lovemaking audibly.
"Fill me up! Shower me with your fiery semen!" she would demand.
"Is that what you want, more of my swimmers in your womb? Practicing making more babies inside you?" I would jest back.
"Yes! Yes! Fill me! Impregnate me!" she would shout.
"I'm ejaculating my large load deep in you, sharing my swimmers with our baby!"
I'd pump Tess full of my sticky, warm jizz. She would experience it, inciting her own orgasm, quivering, shaking, then screaming, "UGH! Coming on your big fucking cock!"
We'd convulse as one, then I'd slowly pull out my diminishing dick from her still burning pussy and watch some of my sperm leak out of her pussy.
Tess would place her hand over her slit and catch the oozing semen to feed herself.
We'd collapse on a seat or table and wrap our arms around each other as we recycled.
"Have I settled your issue?" I'd regularly ask with a smile.
"For the moment." Was her common reply, indicating I would still be needed in the future or the next day.
Normally, I'd receive a text informing me that she was experiencing discomfort due to her growing problem. This meant she was engorged and required me to suckle her breasts to alleviate the pain.
I'd be thrilled to be of assistance, as this was one of my favorite activities for her.
I'd turn up at her office, shut the door, and find her sitting on the loveseat. She'd motion for me to join her by the side with my head in her lap.
Tess would pull out her gigantic breasts and swollen nipples and offer one to my waiting mouth.
I'd suck on Tess's breasts for around twenty or thirty minutes to relieve her engorgement. Unfortunate, this intimate practice would usually lead to my own engorgement.
While I was suckling, Tess would subtly touch me to keep me hard. It was such an amazing experience.
Once I was done nursing, she'd get into a comfortable position and pull my rigid cock from my trousers. As soon as her hands were around my penis, she would provide me the most outstanding handjob/oral pleasure I could have imagined. At times she'd swallow my sperm, other times she'd smear it on her colossal breasts or her face.
I'd have to clean her up afterwards, doing my best not to arouse either of us again. I didn't always succeed, and we'd engage in rough and passionate intercourse until she was satisfied, and I was soft.
Time drifted on.
As she became larger and larger with each passing day, our encounters grew more urgent. Tess's libido demanded constant care.
It was challenging for me to assist her as much as I could, but I knew I'd have to have a serious conversation about her impending delivery.
"Tess, you know that I can't be present for you during the delivery, right?"
"Yes, I know." She replied with a tinge of sadness in her voice.
"Do you feel upset? Angry?" I inquired.
"No, I understood from the beginning." She sighed.
"Alright." I hesitantly reaffirmed.
I pondered my options. I had intentionally impregnated Tess while disregarding the potential consequences. Despite what societal norms might dictate, she had grown voluptuous and it was difficult for me to remain calm when in her presence, whether she passed by or was in her office with the door closed.
My wife had no idea; she'd face immediate divorce if she found out about my infidelity. Our sons would maybe understand, but they'd be appalled. And I had no right to be angered at their reactions. I'd made a grievous error out of selfishness; a decision made by my lower mind instead of my rational mind.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place.
Tess was set to give birth in less than two weeks, nearly alone. Though she had support from her sister, she'd desperately need a male companion. We'd kindled deep emotions, but I'd been aware of the potential consequences from earlier in our relationship.
Tess was resolving to proceed without me, convincing herself that my absence was not a problem. I, on the other hand, couldn't accept that.
"I'll figure out how to be at the hospital when our child is born," I pledged. I used the term "our child" in our conversations to make her understand that I felt a duty towards her, while acknowledging the possible jeopardy to my personal circumstances.
Reality has a cruel sense of humor.
As her due date neared, I fabricated a business trip story lasting a week, enabling me to be there for Tess without having to tell my family. Tess tried to change my mind but I was adamant.
I would not back down on this matter. I informed her that I would be there for her even if it came at a great cost to my personal situation.
We had this conversation about two weeks before her delivery date. She was ecstatic and flung herself at me, and I couldn't help but make love to her while she was thirty-eight weeks pregnant. Tess rode me, whispered filthy things in my ear, and pushed me to pump my semen deep into her pregnant pussy.
Tess let out a scream as I came inside her while she rode my stiff cock. We were both filled with joy.
A couple of days later, Tess texted, "Water broke. Going to the hospital."
I phoned my wife to inform her that I'd be leaving that day for a business trip and would be away for at least a week. This wasn't uncommon, so she casually agreed and asked me to keep her updated on my return. I obliged and told her I loved her and would miss her. She accepted this and we hung up.
I went to the hospital and discovered where Tess was. I joined her and she passionately kissed me during her contractions.
I was present and ready to help her.
Approximately ten hours later, we held our daughter in our arms. She began breastfeeding from her mother immediately. I was incredibly happy to be there. Tess was overjoyed and fully embraced her role as a mother.
Tess was discharged from the hospital the following morning.
I drove her and our new daughter back home. Tess's sister was unaware that I was anything more than a friend to her.
Tess adapted to motherhood swiftly. She knew exactly what to do and how to handle the numerous challenges that a newborn brings. I watched, amazed, as she managed our daughter almost instinctively.
"You're a natural-born mother," I stated.
"I told you I wanted a baby, and I meant it. I'm going to nurture this little person and make her feel loved and wanted."
I smiled and teared up.
Tess saw this and smiled. She then said, "I'd like you to be ready to impregnate me again in a few months, as soon as my doctor tells me it's safe."
I was taken aback by her remark.
"I wasn't joking when I said I want you to father me several times."
As the surprise faded, I smiled and replied, "I'm prepared for whenever you're ready." I was prepared at that very moment. My pants were straining from my raging erection.
Tess placed our baby down for a nap and returned to me. "I see you're ready to fill me up with your potent sperm right now, but the doctor says I need to wait six weeks before your massive penis can enter me. However, there's another way I can relieve the pressure."
Tess positioned herself between my legs, unzipped my pants, and retrieved my erect cock.
"That looks delicious," she whispered. Tess began sucking my cock with all her skill.
I wouldn't last long, so I informed her. She didn't care. She wanted to keep sucking my cock until I exploded down her throat.
She bobbed her head, stopped at the appropriate moments, and then deep-throated me like I'd never been before. I could see her throat bulging as she swallowed my enormous shaft.
She gazed up at me, met my gaze, and then extended her tongue to lick my balls.
I could see a smile.
She didn't gag, she didn't hesitate, she just took me straight down her throat in one fell swoop.
I heard the giddy swallowing noises as she worked on my cock.
I felt my orgasm approaching. My balls tightened, ready to release my seed into Tess's throat.
I cautioned, "Tess, I'll cum anytime now."
Tess disregarded my warning. She kept my cock deep in her throat, massaging my sensitive knob with her throat muscles.
I couldn't hold off any longer. I tensed and began to erupt.
Tess gripped the back of my thighs and held me in her throat. She accepted my massive load directly into her stomach.
Tess retreated slightly so she could take a few of my loads into her mouth and taste the sperm she'd been trying to elicit. She continued swallowing as I released rope after rope after rope of my potent, viscous seed into her eager mouth.
My climax slowed and my cock started to shrink. Tess removed my cock from her mouth with a loud pop, licked her lips, and grinned at me.
I gestured for her to come closer and immediately pressed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply. I tasted my own seed on her lips and inside her mouth.
It was heavenly.
We ended our kiss. Tess stated, "Wow, I love that!"
I grinned and responded, "I do as well."
She said, "Let me correct myself. I love that you kiss me after I've had your huge cock in my mouth and swallowed your jizz!"
I grinned again and responded, "Let me clarify. Do you not kiss me after I've eaten your pussy, which I adore?"
She considered this and said, "Well, yes, but..."
"But nothing." I reprimanded. "If you're able to kiss me after I've licked your pussy to orgasm, I'm able to kiss you after you've sucked my cock and consumed my load."
Tess smiled. "That just adds to the long list of reasons I adore you."
"I love you, too."
For the first time, we admitted our love for each other. We wholeheartedly decided to have a child together. How could we not be in love?
I spent the remainder of what was supposed to be a work excursion at Tess's place, assisting as best I could with the baby and, let's be truthful, falling more deeply in love with her as I stood by and witnessed her breastfeeding our baby, then showing the same consideration to me, understanding that I derived immense pleasure from nursing her ample bosom.
Upon her return to work after her maternity leave, Tess appeared unwavering, completely immersed in her job, and unfazed by her newfound role as a mother.
I was pleasantly taken aback and impressed by her ability to maintain her focus and adapt to her dual roles as an accomplished professional and doting mother.
Her coworkers showered her with gifts and relentlessly requested images of the newborn baby girl - our baby girl - to which Tess responded generously with plenty of pictures.
Driven by her dedication to her career, diet adjustments, and motherhood, Tess lost weight faster than anticipated. Her 5'9" frame was now transformed into a lean, attractive, mom physique.
I was extremely proud of her progress and motivated her to remain focused on her goals. She emphasized her desire to be a great mother, an efficient program manager, and to be attractive. It was during a casual conversation over a working lunch when she divulged this information.
"'Lunch' is our code for intense, steamy sex," we would say in her office.
Tess displayed incredible determination in keeping her figure. Her weight loss was significant, and she was now a sleek, attractive, and tall woman.
In her office one day, she was excited to inform me, "You can't call me a BBW anymore!"
I affirmed her statement wholeheartedly. "You're correct, you're simply a sizzling, attractive mommy, and still stunning in my eyes."
Tess became emotional. "Do you think I'm attractive?"
"No, I know you're attractive. You've worked hard on your body, and you're simply beautiful and so..." I paused. "Slim!"
Her eyes filled with tears. "You think I'm slender?" She asked hopefully.
I responded to her query, "No, I know you're slender."
Tess threw her arms around me and shared a heartfelt embrace. Our feelings for each other were obvious. As she pressed her still-oversized bust against me, I realized that she had lost a significant amount of weight without losing any of her assets, and her behind was still quite rounded, but she had become noticeably thinner.
We endeavored to hold each other close and shared a poignant, passionate moment in her office. Although it had been a few days since her doctor advised against such ultimate intimacy, Tess felt ready. We were eager to reestablish our physical connection.
The experience was gradual, enjoyable, and passionate. We carefully moved our bodies to ensure we didn't harm her, and we satisfied one another through mutual orgasms.
I couldn't help but consider the possibility that I might have impregnated Tess again, but I put these thoughts out of my mind, deciding it was insignificant and irrelevant.
Life continued apace, our daughter blossomed, and we made love whenever we could. I questioned Tess about her apprehension regarding conceiving again.
"Why should I be concerned? I want another baby, your baby," she responded.
I smiled broadly.
Out of the blue, my phone rang at work with a number I didn't recognize. I picked up, and the voice on the other side was from the local police station.
"There's been an accident involving your wife. You're required to go to the hospital."
The yet-to-be-fathomed news paralyzed me. "Which hospital?" I inquired.
I swiftly gathered the necessary information and rushed to the hospital. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by a doctor and law enforcement, who provided me with some horrific details.
Tess had been tragically killed in a collision with a massive truck at an intersection, suffering extensive damage and losing her life almost immediately.
I was left shattered and severely shaken. The weight of informing our children of the tragic news fell on me. I called both of them, and they reacted with devastation and hysteria.
I instructed them to return home as soon as they could. Then, I reached out to her parents, and they agreed to come later that evening. When my parents arrived the following day, we sobbed together.
The days that followed were filled with grief and shared sadness as the family gathered at our home.
I dialed into work and shared the recent tragic events with my colleagues. They offered their condolences and understanding for my absence, as I'd be occupied with taking care of family and arrangements.
In the evening, Tess reached out and learned about the situation. She promised to be there for me whenever I was ready, revealing her deep appreciation for me and acknowledging that whenever I needed space, she would gladly provide it. She expressed her love and let me know she'd reach out when I was up for it.
I thanked her for her kind words and returns affection, telling her to touch base in a few days.
In the following days, my family and I processed the loss and arranged a memorial for my wife, the mother of our children, the daughter-in-law. It was an excruciating ordeal.
We went through the necessary steps, held the service, received consolations from distant relatives, friends, and neighbors. My coworkers also sent a card filled with sentiments and a grand floral arrangement.
Perusing the card, I read through everyone's signatures, noticing Tess's message, which reflected her heartfelt sympathy. She wished her condolences to my children and the rest of the family.
I beamed from ear to ear, feeling tears streaming down my cheeks.
As the week progressed, my family acclimated to our new normal. Responsibilities required me to sift through my wife's belongings and get rid of the items causing constant reminders. It was an arduous, emotional process.
I donated her clothes and personal items to local charities, retaining some keepsakes such as jewelry and photos of her with our children during significant milestones – graduations, spring formals, etc. It wasn't easy. I broke down in tears often and without reserve.
I felt a great sense of guilt for keeping Tess in the dark about transmitting my emotions to another woman, for not being able to shield my wife from this heartbreaking turn of events.
Weeks later, I phoned Tess, my conscience urging me to apologize. I felt guilty for waiting, and we spoke at length about my grief, my feelings, my remorse.
She reminded me that it was her who pushed me toward giving her a child, despite my marital infidelity. Even though I had wronged my wife without realizing it, I wasn't a deviant, but rather a flawed individual who, in a moment, granted joy to someone else by passing on the gift of a baby girl.
She reassured me that this guilt suggested I wasn't a wicked person, but a human struggling to navigate this world, torn between circumstances and choices.
Though our chat eased my anxiety, I was still deeply sad. Tess shared that time would help soften the anguish and bring me back to being happy and content.
I thanked her and promised to check in soon.
As my children resumed their routines, my in-laws and parents departed, leaving me to grapple with the emptiness of an absent wife who had filled that space so wonderfully.
After a couple of months, I reset and resumed work, regaining my focus on the projects and staff I led.
It took a while, but I eventually attained a new steady pace. The vast emptiness of the old house constantly reminded me of the tragic loss every evening.
Tess welcomed me to her place for respite any time I desired companionship or shelter away from the emotional House of Memories.
I often visited, basking in her presence and admiring our baby girl, whose rapid growth continued to amaze me. This provided a glimmer of hope and enthusiasm. However, I still couldn't manage to stay overnight.
One Saturday, my eldest daughter called and we shared an extended conversation, plagued with emotion. She eventually reached a crucial point – encouraging me to sell the house and purchase a smaller one so I would not constantly be haunted by memories of my late wife, his mother. She disclosed that she had spoken to her sister, my youngest, and they were both on board with the discussion.
I expressed gratitude for her openness and concern, confirming that I would think about the house change. Despite loving the home that had cradled so many cherished memories, I began considering their points.
The following day, I engaged in a similar dialogue with my youngest. She too stressed the importance of the discussion, highlighting the mutual desire to help me process and eventually move on.
I thanked her and assured her that I loved her immensely.
She cried, and reciprocated the sentiment.
I spent the upcoming days mulling over their suggestions. I contemplated the pros and cons and ultimately determined that the wisest decision was to sell the residence and forge ahead with healing.
I spoke to Tess about my choice, and she said she would back whatever move I made. She emphasized that it was my choice only; she would not interfere or offer judgment on my decision.
I emotionally thanked her and vowed to stop by soon.
There was an emptiness inside of me, not just due to my wife's departure, but also because I had pulled away from Tess and our baby.
It was a challenging period, but I managed to accept my flaws, and my decision to sell our family home, with the support of my children.
I placed the house on the market, and it was sold in a matter of days for more than my asking price. I set out to look for a new residence, but this time, without my wife.
I discovered a beautiful townhouse with numerous features - a pool, tennis court, fitness center - along with plenty of space, three bedrooms, and an office. There was also a brand new, spacious kitchen with top-of-the-line appliances and a breathtaking view of the mountains.
Both transactions concluded simultaneously, and I engaged the services of movers to deal with the heavy lifting. I promptly established myself in my new place and arranged for all my possessions to be placed there. I even added personal touches to decorate my new home.
Visits from my daughters followed soon after, and they chose "their" rooms and contributed to the decor.
Several weeks later, I invited Tess over, with our baby, to become acquainted with my new environment. She relished the location and the townhome, and was impressed by the decor. I mentioned that my daughters had aided in the decorating process.
Tess surmised that was the case, yet remained kind and polite when visiting. She inquired if she could lay our daughter on one of the beds in the "girls' rooms."
I told her she could do so without hesitation. She returned to me and gracefully wrapped her arms around me, intending to offer solace instead of arousal. It was a tender, affectionate hug I gladly welcomed. Our embrace lasted for what appeared to be hours, though was probably around 5-10 minutes.
I acknowledged how Tess had worked on her fitness; she was still a tall, heavy woman, but now leaned towards athleticism. She no longer resembled a BBW.
I complimented Tess on her transformation, and informed her that I found her incredibly attractive and viewed her as a "MILF."
Tess smiled, genuinely thanked me, then asked if it was appropriate for us to have sex.
I reacted with a blush, teared up, and assertively stated, "No, it's not too soon. I've missed you and need your affectionate touch."
Tess smiled again and proceeded to indulge in affectionate activities. She began calmly, hugging and kissing me, making certain I was sufficiently aroused.
She rubbed her hands over my chest, nipples, backside, stomach, and genitalia. I was becoming aroused, with a deep desire to remove Tess's clothes and caress her naked skin.
Tess removed her own clothing as I helped her. She, too, sought the feel of my skin against hers.
As we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms, our emotional connection took over, leading us to engage in various sexual positions. My experience showed Tess her vagina required more stimulation than just my tongue or fingers.
"Innocently asking, do you want to keep teasing me and never let me reach climax?" she queried playfully.
I persisted with the teasing, and decided to breathe into her ear, "Considering how dirty you're talking, you'll receive what you want." It was a combination of cruelty and amusement towards Tess.
"I desire to feel your fat, hard, and throbbing manhood inside my wet pussy. I'm craving for your veiny member and need you to release your load in my fertile womb and father another baby."
I was unable to resist her request, as the desire to breed her with another child was my vulnerability. I pushed my hard, erect penis into her wet, steaming pussy. Her plea for another baby pushed me over the edge. I wanted to fill her womb with my semen and give her another pregnancy.
"Let's make another child! Impregnate my belly and make me larger and more rounded with another baby!" [
I relentlessly hit Tess, concern that she might be in pain temporarily erased.
"Pound my pussy harder, give me the baby I crave! Bash it within me! Deeper! Stronger!"
We lost all control. I incessantly thrust my incredibly solid cock into her ridiculously wet, tight pussy, hearing us slam against each other and hearing the slapping and squelching of our loins.
We maintained this for numerous minutes, perspiring profusely, panting, wrapping each other toward climax.
"Drive deeper into me! Breed me! BRED ME!" Tess screamed.
As I felt my testicles tightening, I notified Tess, "I'm getting very close to unloading my semen inside you!"
Tess responded, gasping, "Keep thrusting me, despite your load, keep thrashing me, I want to make sure your sperm hit my eggs."
This was what I required to push me over the edge. I strained, my penis enlarged, and then I shoved my potent seed into Tess's fertile uterus.
Tess began to climax as I was in the midst of my climax. She convulsed, and confined my penis with her vagina. The sensation was astonishing! Her breathing was disheveled and accelerated my will to impregnate her so I could adore her as she enlarged.
Tess ceased moving and we both smiled hugely at each other.
Both her and I knew that she may be pregnant once more. I had wished for this fate.
We were both now extremely exhausted. I halfheartedly proposed I transport her and the baby home.
Tess firmly denied, informing me she wasn't done with my physique quite yet. We lay asleep, our forms still knotted, our passion and lust satisfied for the instant.
I awoke, sunbeams streaming through the windows. I was alone in my bed. I could hear Tess humming down the passageway. I surmised she was with our baby, fiddling, perhaps nursing her. I walked down the passageway and discovered Tess, completely nude, nursing our baby in the bedroom she had delicensed the baby in.
I stood and viewed Tess, completely awestruck, noshing our infant, feeding her one, at that point another nipple as I witnessed, unnoticed.
There is nothing more provoking, more angling, than a lactating mother, whom I pregnant with my sperm the previous evening in hopes of impregnating her, cherishing her -- our -- child beneath my observing gaze.
Tess checked our baby girl, relieved her and moistened her utilizing her balance sheet, and afterward lifted her up. Tess saw me in the doorway, my semi-erect penis drawing her attention.
"Daddy admires what he sees?" she inquired.
"Dad cherishes deriving a kick out of Mommy's detachable, lovely body." I indicated.
Tess chortled appreciatively and said, "You're next. I trust you're ravenous!"
My prick unexpectedly hardened entirely. I mentioned, "Dad is generally famished for Mommy's creamy jugs!" and I snapped my lips frivolously.
Tess relinquished our baby girl and surfaced and strolled to me, bored me, and whispered in a sensual tone, "Take after me, monster."
We went to my - our -- room and Tess sat down in a sitting position and demured me to lay my head in her lap.
I didn't hesitate, almost leaping on her lap.
Tess giggled like a very young girl, which I loved.
"Here, infant, consider Mommy's enormous, heavy areola and sniffle me. Make me hot and bothered."
I connected and sniffled her, curled my tongue around Tess's areola and areola. Her warm, sweet milk drained into my expectant mouth. I was euphoric.
"That is a brilliant boy, sniffle Mommy bone-dry." Tess stimulated, as she dealt with my hardening cock.
I sniffled one, at that point the other areola until there was no more milk to be found.
Tess touched me the entire time, maintaining me upright, cajoling me, but denying me the privilege of squirting my semen in her hand and on my abdomen.
"Well conducted, Daddy, draining Mommy's titties. Now it's time for Daddy to bowl Mommy with his semen."
Tess lay over me and mounted my erect spire easily, as my suckling had made her unreasonably wet and extremely greasy.
"Ride me hard, Mommy! Fill me with your clean swimmers and breed me hard!"
"Oh, Daddy, fill me up with your teeming swimmers and breed me feverishly!"
Tess rode me and I thrusted profoundly in her for the next ten or fifteen minutes. Her breath commenced to become labored and she growled, "Thrash deeper into me, Daddy, fill me up!"
I ascertained, "Here I come Mommy, I'm depleting her uterus with my fertile seed so she bloats and swells for me!" WallofText
We both inhaled deeply, our breaths intermingling as we passed through peaks of ecstasy. My semen spilled into Tess's womb, strengthening the connection between her and me. We remained locked in each other's arms, wracked with shivers from the intensity of the experience.
"Tess, are you ovulating right now?" I asked, my voice quavering slightly.
She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes," she breathed.
I smiled and pulled her close, bestowing a kiss of celebration. "This is perfect! I'm so excited to witness your body grow more ripe and lush, and watch your breasts enlarge and lactate."
She burst into giggles. "I can't wait, either! Being pregnant and aroused is such an exciting feeling!"
I joked, "Yes, me too!"
A week later, Tess entered my workplace and shut the door.
"What's on your mind?" I inquired, my eyebrows raised.
Her fingers dived into her purse and emerged with a pregnancy test stick. "This is what's on my mind. I really hope you're ready for a second round."
I noticed the stick and a broad grin spread across my face. "I am. Help me undress. I'm eager to force myself inside you."
She flashed a mischievous grin and shimmied out of her clothes, tossing them onto the floor. I followed suit, and we wasted no time embracing each other.
Godmother to the dogs, missionary, tabletop, any position could've sated our desires. The workday was encroaching, so every moment was precious. Our orgasms came in rapid succession, leaving Tess's womb deluged by the pools of my fertile seed.
Despite the time crunch forcing us to end our tryst, we indulged in a lengthy, passionate kiss before getting dressed. Tess wrapped her panties around my seed-drenched penis to preserve the baby-producing mix inside her.
"Gotta keep that baby batter intact." She playfully teased.
We both chuckled and shared a lingering, soulful kiss. Tess departed my office, leaving me with a newfound confidence.
Another child! My heart swelled with joy.
I carefully considered how to gently share this development with my current family and the world, for the sake of both our impending second child and the stability of our relationship.
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