She could obviously feel I was getting close. I could tell by the way her breathing changed, her moans becoming more prolonged as she ground against me.
My balls slapped against her throbbing clit, and each time it sent a spark through her until the fire finally took, and she screamed. There was no way it couldn’t have been heard down the hall with how loudly she cried out, her entire body shivering and trembling.
Her hands wrapped around the edge of the desk harder, trying to hold her up as she rocked and jerked.
Then as her cunny spasmed, clenching me so tight, I let loose a roar of my own, my body following after hers. I pounded my dick into her erratically until at last, I hilted inside her warm, wet depths and I loosed all the creamy seed I’d built up in waiting for that moment. It was the most intense sensation of my life, blowing my virile load into my best friend’s fertile pussy. Right on her wedding day.
I gasped and bucked as strand after strand of the thick seed lanced into her depths, filling her womb and making her mine. I’d waited for that moment for so very long, fantasized all about it, but nothing approached the reality of knocking up my best friend on her wedding day.
That sigh of pleasure, there couldn’t have been music sweeter than that. She was filled with my seed, and it was bliss for her. Never had I seen her face look more serene and filled with love, affection.
She blinked her eyes back open, a bit surprised to find her reflection staring back at her, before she smiled up at me.
Then she caught sight of the digital clock in the background, looking over her shoulder at it with a gasp.
“The wedding’s in fifteen minutes!”
We were in a rush then, and I plucked my still hard cock from her cunt, leaving her to drool my creamy spunk before she tugged her panties back over the moist gash of her pussy, locking it within her. I helped her lower her gown down around her, getting it back into place as she tried to tidy herself up, our fucking leaving her a little disheveled and far from the elaborately put-together princess bride that had entered my room.
“You gotta go,” I told her as I did up my pants.
“My parents are going to kill me,” she said, but there wasn’t an ounce of regret there. She pushed her lips to mind as she pushed some of her brown hair back into her bun, standing up straight. She had a healthy glow to her cheeks, and though her lipstick had completely disappeared, she looked so happy.
Because of me.
Seeing her walk up the aisle, drooling my seed down her inner thighs was quite the experience, and I’ll never forget it. Though even sweeter than seeing her get married with a cum-filled pussy, was what came later.
A few months after, when her honeymoon was over and she was back to town, we got together. And seeing the swell of her pregnant belly and breasts brought such a smile to my face, even if it shouldn’t have surprised me.
And even better was how affectionate she was, how dotingly she touched my legs, how much of a glow she had to her cheeks. She was radiant, and when she tugged my hand towards the bed of the unseemly hotel, wriggling out of her jeans, I knew that I’d be seeing much, much more of Juliet over the months.
Though the sweetest moment of all was when she guided my h
and to her swollen belly, let me feel the life within and leaned in to softly whisper in my ear.
“It’s yours, for sure,” then pulled back, gnawing upon her pink lower lip as her eyes glittered with delight.
Daisy
The Fertile Farm
Book Themes:
Virgin, Barely Legal, Older Man, Younger Woman, Creampie, and Breeding
Word Count:
6,092
When my pa told me I was gonna be workin’ at his friend’s farm over yonder past the hills, I was downright excited! I mean, I know it might not sound like much, takin’ on a job to go milk cows and tend chickens for an older fella, but farm life gets fearsome dull, I’ll tell ya.
Going from lookin’ after our own cows and chickens to another farm’s was actually an excitin’ change of pace. And no, it ain’t just ‘cause of how borin’ it all sounds. Thing was, at our farm I answered to my ma, who kept a watch over me through every lil’ task. Here I was, old enough to be off on my own, and still bein’ tended to like I was a child by my ma and pa.
Workin’ over at Mister Avery’s farm was a chance for some independence, y’know? I could finally get to do things my own way some, I reckoned. Mr. Avery was a close friend of my pa’s, but he was always real sweet with me, not the pushy kind, so I figured he’d not be like my ma and be ridin’ me for every lil’ thing.
But hey, I ain’t as dull as all that either. You wanna know the truth of the matter? Somethin’ I’d never admit to anyone? Well... Mr. Avery was older’n me by a long shot, but he was damn handsome too. And livin’ out in the middle of farm country, with fewer neighbours than family, and the closest of ‘em bein’ ages away, handsome men were in short supply.
Don’t go gettin’ the wrong impression of me though, that was just a secret lil’ confession between you and me. I was a downright chaste girl, and I never did sully no Sunday school by bein’ naughty with the boys out back like a certain few other girls I could mention.