Six Shots: The Bath (part three of series)

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Phil carried me over to the tub and sat me on the side of it as he adjusted the water and let the tub fill. I was sitting quietly, my arms crossed over my chest, head down, and biting my lower lip as he looked around the bathroom for toiletries to clean me up.

He stopped long enough to lift my chin with his finger when he noticed I seemed uneasy, “Jess? I can leave and let you wash up on your own if you’d prefer?”

I shook my head and grabbed his hand, “Did Alex talk to you about why we came to visit now?”

He looked me over, “Not really. He said you guys were having a rough patch and were looking to get away from home for a while to sort yourselves out.”

I nodded, “But it’s more than that. I want to have kids. I’ve always wanted to have kids and he kind of led me on with false hope that he did too. We fought about it, actually,” he undressed as I spoke. I hadn’t even realized I never undressed him, only freed his cock. I smiled slightly and blushed at how impatient to fuck we’d both been.

He climbed into the large tub and took my hand, pulling me down into the water so I was straddling his lap and facing him, “So you want kids and he doesn’t?”

I nodded, “I trust you, I’ve known you since we were in middle school. You have kids already. I was going to ask you if you would be open to donating sperm…but this wasn’t how I had in mind, and this complicates things because it feels like I left some pertinent information out that you should have been aware of before…this,” I motioned downward to my cum covered body, “happened.”

He gripped my hand tightly and his voice wavered, “I take it you’re not on birth control?”

I shook my head, “For just under a year now.”

He reached over me and grabbed a cloth that lay over the side of the tub and dipped it into the water then slowly started wiping the quickly drying cum from my face. With the water approaching a point where it was likely to overflow I leaned over and shut it off. His mind was clearly elsewhere with that bomb of information I just dropped on him.

Phil continued to clean his cum from my skin, not saying a word about what I had revealed. I wasn’t sure if he was angry with me or just processing it, but I sat silently on his lap and let him cleanse me of himself.

I felt like scum for getting so caught up in things that I hadn’t offered that information before he fucked me.

He sighed and turned me around on his lap, pulling my back against his chest, “It’s not like this is guaranteed to get you pregnant. This is a one time thing, right? So, it’s not likely to work directly, but I’m willing to make indirect donations for you, too, until it happens.”

I smiled slightly and looked back at him, “It’s not weird? You’re not mad?”

“It’s weird, but I think you’d make an outstanding mom and I think we’d create an amazing kid, so no, I’m not mad.”

His hand slid over my thigh beneath the water and I turned my head to look at him, “Your husband said we have a few more hours together, right?” he asked.

I nodded and he pushed his index and middle finger into me as the side of his thumb rubbed my clit, “Then I guess I should get you relaxed and receptive to as many direct donations as I can handle.”

He smiled and watched me bite my lip as I watched him finger me. He leaned down and kissed my neck tenderly as he worked my lower body.

A slight moan escaped him as I grabbed his hand and lightly thrust my hips towards his fingers. He groaned and lifted me by the backs of my thighs, placing me on the back edge of the tub in a little corner area against the wall. Kneeling in front of my spread legs, he flattened his tongue roughly against my slit and elicited a soft moan from me. I pulled my feet up onto the edge of the tub, opening myself to him as I leaned against the wall, the coolness of it pressed against my back and caused my nipples to harden at the chills that suddenly radiated through my otherwise warm body.

My hands slid through his hair and he teased his tongue from the tip of my clit down into my cunt, his teeth nibbled at my labia and his mouth kissed my gently swelling flesh. I watched his tongue lap up the stretchy clear fluid from my pussy, dragging it up and over the most sensitive bits of me. I was ovulating, once again that was information I should have shared, but I was excited at the prospect of having his kid and didn’t want to freak him out about the very real possibility of the direct, and abundant, donations resulting in a pregnancy.

When he found me wet enough he reintroduced his fingers, gently and slowly coaxing my clit, rubbing internally and externally with great intensity, slowly building me up to a cascade of pleasure rippling through my lower abdomen. My body pulsed in a somewhat tormented excitement that felt like it would never quite be fulfilled to the degree I wanted.

He kissed his way up my body and gently pulled my nipple between his teeth, stopping only long enough to begin the tub emptying. He turned on the shower head to a low and steady pressure of lukewarm water. Normally I didn’t care for non-manual stimulation, but for him…yeah he could get me off however he wanted to and I’d love it.

He positioned the shower head between my legs and watched my face more than my cunt as the pressurized water teased me to a quick orgasm. Grabbing my thigh, he held me in place as I squirmed. My stomach tensed and released, my pussy ached to be filled again and I moaned as I writhed in his grip. He smiled up at me and turned the water pressure up higher and adjusted the water to be a little warmer. I gasped and squirmed and he held me still until I held my breath. He knew I was being resistant to another orgasm, trying to make him work a little harder for it. He pulled me down into the tub and turned me onto my stomach, making me kneel on all fours before he thrust his cock into my pussy from behind.

I cried out and pushed my hips back against him, pressing my palms firmly against the back of the tub for leverage. He grabbed my hips and thrust slowly and deeply, pulling my cunt back onto his cock just as much as he was pushing into me. He wasn’t as painfully large as he had been earlier but it still felt like he could rip me open if he were to be impatient with me. Instead, he seemed to enjoy my cunt tightly hugging and squeezing his cock as he fucked me to another intense orgasm that caused a slight release of fluid from my body as I trembled and my muscles tensed.

He didn’t let me rest. Even as my orgasm subsided and the intensity of over stimulation began to make my clit hurt at the slightest bit of pressure on it, he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and began to pound himself into me with calculated and powerful thrusts. I could have moved my hands from the back of the tub and made it harder for him to continue fucking me so hard, but why on earth would I want to? The pain would subside later, right now I wanted his cock.

He grunted and groaned as he thrust.

I braced myself as best I could, but his thrusts were pushing me closer to the back of the tub. My forearms took over as my wrists ached from trying to push back against him. I moaned and his lips were at my ear as he leaned over me. I could hear his primal grunts as the head of his cock pushed through me, from this angle his dick just rubbed tightly against my cervix instead of pounding it. It felt much fucking better this way. Between the grunts came a simple and breathy request, “Fuck me back, Jess. Force that tight cunt of yours as far back onto my dick as you can handle it, sweetheart.”

I put my hands back in front of me and resisted being pushed forward, forcing his thrusts deeper as his hands left my hair and grabbed my hips. My wrists hurt and it was taking all of the energy I had to keep him from just pushing me to the back of the tub with each thrust I met with my own forceful push back towards him. His grunts turned to whines, my eyes filled with tears from the pain shooting up my arms from my wrists supporting me and absorbing the impact of a guy that was at least twice my weight in solid muscle and a good foot or so taller than me.

His dick was spreading me and hitting against my cervix again as I tipped my hips to allow him deeper, reigniting the pain from earlier, and a new kind of pain from my clit being so fucking engorged with blood flow that it throbbed. I sent tendrils of pain throughout my body in various places as I helped him maintain the rough, deep fucking. His dick gave a final big thrust, pushing forcefully along the front wall of my vagina as his fingernails dug into my hips and he curled his fingers upon his release. I felt him cum, his balls contracted and his dick twitched in me, and I cried out in relief, almost immediately dropping my upper body into the tub, resting on my trembling forearms as he pulled me by the hips against his crotch a little tighter to finish unloading his balls in me.

He laughed as he felt my pussy and I whimpered, “There wasn’t enough water left in the tub to keep you that wet…”

I turned my head towards him partially, “Shut up,” I whined.

“Did you squirt from me fucking you like that, Jessi?” he asked as he ran his hands from my painfully needy genitals up to my tits.

I nodded without lifting my head. It was that last thrust. The tip of his dick rubbing directly up the forward wall of my cunt was fucking unbearably satisfying.

“You fucked me too hard,” I said in another whine, trying to hide the smile on my face by keeping my head down on my arms.

He released my hips but instead of pulling free he ran his hand over the front of my throat as his other hand groped my breast and lowered his head to be next to mine, “The longer it stays in, the more likely you are to get pregnant, so we should stay like this for a little while.”

I nodded, my butt held high as I lifted my head slightly and turned towards him, no longer hiding the smile that he’d brought to my face, despite the dried tears streaking my cheeks. He rubbed my lower back and bottom for a few minutes as we both caught our breath. I moved slightly and felt him hardening inside of me again as he looked back up at my face and I turned to look back at him. He noticed my smile shift to a look of concern, “Did you take something to keep this up?” I asked.

He shook his head, his own smirk being poorly hidden as he stroked my hip and down along my spine, “I haven’t had sex in over a year, you’re fucking beautiful, and I never thought I’d get to feel my dick in you. It’s starting to hurt, but I don’t even fucking care, I just want you.”

I laughed but it quickly descended into a lusty moan as he got us turned around. He groaned in frustration when he had to pull his dick from me momentarily to do it, releasing his cum over his dick and balls as he maneuvered us until he was sitting on the bottom of the tub and had me up on his lap facing away from him, my ankles were resting on the top of either side of the tub, “Want the shower head?” he asked as he braced his feet at the end of the tub and lifted his hips up, ensuring his dick was secured deep within me again.

I nodded and he grabbed it and handed it to me, “Get the water how you like it, I want you to squirt on my cock again.”

He had one hand on my hip and the other grasped under my jaw, pulling my head back to his shoulder so he could watch my tits bounce each time his dick made full penetration in a slow deep fucking from underneath me. He grunted and grasped my jaw tightly, “Do you love me, Jess?” he asked as he breathed heavily against my ear.

I had the water going on my clit, I still ached to get off but I knew I was going to fucking break myself if I kept it up, but I still started bouncing myself on his cock, tipping and rocking my pelvis against his hips each time I came back down to him.

I wasn’t going to answer him, but he turned my head towards him and looked me in the eye, I had never been able to lie to him when looking him in the eye, “Yes,” I said softly.

He smiled and kissed me softly, “I’ve been in love with you for years,” he whispered as he took the shower head from me and maneuvered it as he supported my upper body with his arm. I arched and moaned and he concentrated the water stream tightly on my clit as he whispered, “Just rock, sweetheart, don’t fuck, just rock so I can watch you get off again.”

I nodded and bit my lip until I felt the crest building. His arm cradled me and he studied every move my body was making. His dick shifted in me and a lot of pressure was focused on the front wall of my vagina, each time I rocked my hips I felt it rubbing, so I rocked in a way that made it a focus of my pleasure. He kissed my neck and smiled as I closed my eyes and arched my back, practically bending in half backwards as I orgasmed hard, a flood of fluid dripped onto his thighs and balls as he moaned, “That’s it, Jessi,”

My entire body trembled and I was crying hard as he wrapped his hands over my waist and guided my body up and down on his dick, He was just using my completely overwhelmed and mid-pulsing-orgasm body as a fucking cock sleeve, but I wasn’t complaining, it felt good. A few pumps and one kiss later and he let go of the last load he could muster go, it was thin and somewhat watery, he had nothing left to give me really, but I didn’t care, it was amazing to me that he’d managed as much as he had.

We both ached. The water was still running from the shower head, but neither one of us could move to turn it off.

All Phil could manage was a satisfied sigh followed by a soft, “I fucking love you and I don’t know if this is the most amazing day of my life, or the worst fucking torture I’ll ever endure because I know I have to let go of you again when Alex comes back to take you from me.”

I managed a nod, tears flowed freely down my cheeks because I felt the same way. I was leaning towards it being torture. It was just a taste of the life I’d actually wanted being dangled in front of me, knowing that at any moment it would be ripped away again.

I turned my upper body and curled myself against him, the quickened beat of his heart soothed me, but all I wanted to do was cry over losing something I wasn’t even supposed to have in the first place.

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