Pregnant sex with my ex was the best sex – Of Milk and Cum [MF]

*Previously…*

>I slowly withdraw my hand from her cunt and my cock from her mouth, and lie down and cuddle her, her body still twitching with the afterglow.
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>Despite how erotic this encounter had just been, I hadn’t come, and I was planning on the usual sad toilet wank.
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>But then she said… “We’re not done yet”.

“What do you mean?”, I ask, “you’ve already come though?”

“Well, I want to come again, and I need you inside me.”

Well, this has never happened before, so I try to push the boundaries a bit further, feeling cocky, perhaps.

“Tell me that again, but dirtier.”

Her eyes narrow, and she tosses her long brunette hair contemptuously.

“I’ve let you talk filthy tonight Ruadh*, but I won’t talk like that for you. Now roll over onto your back.”

**I get a made up name too.*

I roll over, my erection wavering between hopeful and confused. She sighs her disapproval at my penis’s lack of commitment and tells me, “Spread your legs.”

…What in the actual fuck is happening here, I ask myself, nothing like this has ever happened before with her…

But I do as she asks, and she manoeuvres down the bed, somewhat awkwardly, being eight months pregnant and all, until she’s on her hands and knees between my legs, with her head above my thighs, and I can feel her breath on my cock.

She murmurs to me, “Play with yourself”.

“What?” I really have no idea what’s happening here.

“You know, stroke yourself.”

“You mean, you want me to jerk off? In front of you?” I ask, excited and bewildered. Yet another first in our sex life, and between this and and her breath on my junk, my cock is now firmly erect, and quivering.

“Of course you’d phrase it so crudely, Ruadh. But yes.”

I wrap my hand around my cock and start slowly moving it up and down, while looking into my wife’s green eyes glinting as she’s on her hands and knees, watching me. (FYI Americans, one benefit of a foreskin is you don’t need hand lotion to jerk off…)

She leans down, still looking me in the eyes, and her hot, so hot, oh the heat of it, sweet merciful Christ, the heat, her very hot and wickedly pointed tongue darts against my balls. I groan at the sensation, at the fact that it’s finally happening, the first time in our marriage, my prissy wife is licking my balls, like a good wife should. Like I always wanted. Oh, the heat.

I can’t convey to you how much I enjoyed her tongue as it explored my nuts, how my cock became harder than I ever thought possible.

My hand moved on my cock even faster, thrilling not only at the sensation, but at watching this uptight moral Christian woman who didn’t do anything “dirty” lick my balls while looking me dead in the eyes, her tongue flickering against, and then beside, the ridge that runs down my balls.

Shifting her weight to support herself on one arm (those pregnant bellies, they’re awkward), she reached up with her other hand and pushed mine from my cock, and replaced it with hers.

After a few strokes, she seemed satisfied with the state of affairs, and much to my dismay, because about a minute of her tongue on my balls wasn’t nearly enough, she let go of my dick, and moved upward to straddle me.

After some awkward false starts, she finally arranged herself so my cock was just inside her swollen and hot (I keep bringing that sensation of heat up, what can I say, it’s strong in my memories of this) pussy, straddling me carefully.

With a contented sigh, she slowly lowers herself down, impaling herself, on all of my seven inches (well, seven and a bit if I really like you). As she bottoms out, she shifts her hips to take me even deeper, then sits there, rolling her pelvis and smiling.

Then… …then she starts fucking me.

Hard.

My wife Fiona, who has always hated being on top, is now raising herself up and then slamming herself back down onto my cock, so hard it feels like my penis insulted her mother.

I grab her tight little arse cheeks to hold her steady, and angle my pelvis upwards, and thrust to meet her on her downward stroke. I’ve never been fucked by her like this before, and goddamn, I wish she had before, it’s like my cock is inside a wild animal, instead of the puritanical uptight woman I actually married. Her pussy is so goddamn wet, and stretched from my hand earlier, that I worry she’s going to slip off and break my penis (hey, it happens). But bless her, whether deliberately or through sheer animalistic instinct, she makes sure my cock is always in her sopping wet cunt.

As she’s riding me, I move one of my hands from her gorgeous wee arse, and do my best to keep my thumb on her clit, which is challenging given her animalistic frenzy, but her wetness smearing against my hand as I do so makes it so damn worthwhile. I’m going to have the scent of her sex in my skin for days, and I fucking love it.

Her movements become erratic as her breath quickens.“Ah, ah, I’m so close, so close…” she moans as she grinds her hard clit against my thumb that I’m moving in the pattern she seems to like the best (kinda like drawing a circle, and then writing a capital A in it, at least that’s how I visualize it.)

“Play with your nipples again baby, for me.” I gasp. And really, it’s for both of us, because I certainly do love watching a woman play with her own tits, especially while riding me hard, and did I mention that this, once again, another first? In fact, just assume everything I mention is a first, unless I explicitly call it out otherwise. Pregnant sex, yo!

She starts pinching, and then gently pulling her nipples, darkened so deliciously by pregnancy. Small bursts of milk erupt from them, and land on my chest, surprisingly warm, and I groan with the unexpected sensation.

She moans in sympathy, picking up her pace, pivoting her hips and raising herself slightly until only the head of my cock is in her, before slamming down hard, enveloping me in her gorgeous cunt in one movement, her pelvis mashed against my thumb.

Her pace increases, and her fingers become more frantic, she’s pulling her nipples hard now (and goddamn, is it not sexy watching a woman pull her nipple to the point of balance between pleasure and pain?). and more and more milk splashes against my chest.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh GODDDDDD!!!” she screams, as her pussy spasms and clamps down on my cock, before she collapses forward, her hands on the headboard above me.

We lie there, not moving, while she pants as she recovers, and while I keep an ear out for children, because damn son, that was a loud orgasm.

After her second orgasm in one night (for the first time ever, had to say it one last time), I expect her to clamber off me. But her hips start rotating slightly again, and she whispers to me,

“…Keep going, Ruadh, keep… …you know… …doing me.”

I have a rough idea what she’s getting at. Gripping her pert asscheeks tightly to hold her in place, I start thrusting upwards, pivoting my pelvis to fuck her as deeply as I can without jabbing my hip-bones into her belly.

I thrust faster, and when I open my eyes after focusing on the sensations, I can see in the dim light case from the hallway that her engorged tits, normally so small due to her extreme diet restrictions, are just above my face, swinging with my thrusts. For a few moments, I fuck her extra hard on every third stroke, just to watch her tits move in sympathy, and I can see the breast milk droplets gathering on the surface of her nipples.

I raise my head up from the bed, and after a few misses, capture one of her swaying nipples in my mouth, I suck it deep into my mouth, the strangely sweet flavor of her milk fills my mouth. I grasp her nipple between my teeth to try to anchor it as I fuck her, my tongue flickering around the now captive nipple.

Her increasing groans tell me that this is a good strategy, so I focus on thrusting deep, at a slowly increasing pace, and the milk is released from her nipple in time to my thrusts.

My mouth now has quite a bit of milk in it, and I finally experience the question that I’ve never had to answer before, on account of straight male privilege… …do I spit, or swallow? Because I’m starting to have trouble breathing.

I swallowed, like a gentleman, naturally.

The pace of my thrusts and my teeth and tongue have had their effect, and Fiona is close, her gasps, her motions, her whimpers, they all tell me so. I need something to send her over the edge.I move my right hand that’s been holding her tight by the buttock, sliding it inwards towards the cleft of her tight wee ass, and then downwards, lightly rubbing around her asshole.

She groans, and then catches herself enjoying it and tells me,

“No, that’s dirty, leave it alone.”

I respect that, so my hand moves back to her buttock, and I thrust harder, faster, my mouth still fastened to her left nipple, but she’s still so close, yet so far.

Releasing her left butt cheek, I move my hand to her right nipple, squeezing and pulling it hard, and her cries increase the harder I squeeze, milk splashes on my chest from the nipple in my hand, as when I clamp down my teeth harder on her other nipple, I have to choose love over like and swallow frequently.

I’m thrusting as hard and as fast as I can now, I’m covered in her milk, and it’s dribbling out the side of my mouth, but she’s not yet crested the rise of her third orgasm.

I let go of her right nipple, and reach up and move her right hand downwards towards her hips, knowing what I’m encouraging, she shifts her weight to her left arm, and reaches between her legs to rub her clit as I jackhammer her, my hand moves back to her nipple, I can’t believe how hard she likes it, nor that she doesn’t mind the milk growing sticky on both our chests now.

“I. WANT. MY. WIFE.” I grunt between thrusts, “TO. COME. ON. MY. COCK. ” (Well, with a nipple in my mouth, it probably sounded more like “I wan me wib do come me cob”)

As I grunt out the final “COCK”, she screams, even louder than last time, and collapses on top of me, panting.

A quivering spreads from her pussy, to her hip muscles, to her legs, and then up to her arms

.“Oh my… …oh my” (she wants to say Oh my God, but that’d be blasphemy). She lies on top of me, shaking for a few minutes, and then giggles and leans forward to kiss me deeply, the taste of her milk on my tongue doesn’t seem to bother her at all.

“Fiona baby, I haven’t come yet”, I say, hoping that there’s no sad wank after all this.

She props herself up on one elbow and looks at me coyly. “And let me guess, you still want to ejaculate on my breasts.”

She thinks for a bit, and then grins at me, and rolls over, and slides to the side of the bed, sitting up with a groan, and motions for me to come stand in front of her. She’s holding her breasts together for me, and the height is perfect, have to say, perfect alignment between cock and tits.

I stroke myself, staring at her full tits, and she starts playing with her nipples again, lightly this time, and milk starts to ooze from them. I lean forward and rub the head of my cock against her nipples, my senses are overwhelmed, the raw animal smell of our fucking intertwines with the sickly sweet smell of milk.

She grins wickedly at me, and then leans forward and sucks the head of my dick.

“Hmmm,” she says, “so that’s what breast milk tastes like”.

I groan, and start rubbing my cock harder, now I’m so damn close, yet so far. She spreads her legs wider, and releasing one of her breasts, reaches down between her legs.

“Do you like the idea of ejaculating on your wife’s breasts, do you?”, she taunts me. “While she’s playing with herself like a whore like you’ve always wanted?”

Her unexpected bout of dirty talk sends me over the edge, and my balls tighten, and I see stars as my hot cum erupts all over her milk filled tits.

My legs quivering, I open my eyes again, and look down on her, that gleam is still in her eye, and she idly plays with my cum on her tits, rubbing it in, and then raises a cum covered finger to her mouth, and sucks it while grinning at me.

“Hmm, so that’s what it tastes like. It’s not as bad as I’d been told.”

I chuckle, and lean down, pulling her face to mine, and kiss her deeply, the taste of her milk in my mouth, and my cum in her mouth, intermingling as our tongues dance.

“Oh baby, we have to do that again”, I say, shakily, sitting down beside her.

“We’ll see,” she giggles.

And we never did. At least, not while we were still married.

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