Claire's Conception - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Claire's Conception - Part 2

... a strange ‘popping’ sound it fell from her lips onto the dirty sheet. I suppose I must have expected a gushing flow of semen from her red, sore hole because I felt oddly disappointed when none came. What did come was the most overpowering smell of sex I have ever encountered in my life. I instinctively pulled my head back making Claire start, but quickly lowered it again to show I was far from revolted. “It’s all… still there… inside you…?” I hissed in amazement. Claire nodded. “From last night and this morning.” “Oh my fucking God!” I rose up over her, my cock now hard as iron, pushing apart her labia with its tip. My head was buzzing with confused thoughts but the message it was sending to my body was clear: ‘Fuck her!” Fuck her! Make her yours again! Fuck her hard!’ Claire winced with the soreness but I ignored her pain and thrust myself hard and deep into her sore, swollen, well used vagina. She was so wet and loose that her body offered no resistance and I sank full length into her until she gasped aloud as my pubic hair ground against her red, puffy lips. Their combined juices might not have leaked out when I removed the tampon, but they were certainly still inside her. To my surprise and delight, my hard, deep thrust was accompanied by a loud rasping noise as air and semen were forced out of her vagina by my rapidly incoming cock. Suddenly my lower belly and pubic hair were spattered with fine drops of Simon’s semen as I paused, buried balls deep in my wife’s ...

... beautiful body. "That's his sperm you feel inside me,” Claire growled in my ear, her voice hoarse and almost sluttish. “That's Simon’s sperm making me pregnant!" "I know!" I said as I pulled back and then buried myself deep inside her again, hammering my body into hers. There was another loud wet rasping sound as my hips slapped against her inner thighs. It felt incredible – more lubrication than I had ever imagined possible and the overwhelming aroma of sex all around me. “When did he last fuck you?” I demanded. “Five thirty this morning.” “Fuck!” I began to thrust; harder and harder I slammed into her body, churning her juices and Simon’s remaining sperm into a creamy froth at the base of my cock. Her pussy was looser than I remembered – surely a result of the multiple penetrations it had enjoyed during the week – but I was so aroused it took only minutes before I came with a loud, angry grunt that made her put her hand over my mouth to stifle the noise as I added my own semen to the potent mix within her wonderful, well-used body. Panting for air, I refused to take my cock from her afterwards; my arousal was so intense and complete that my cock remained miraculously hard despite my ejaculation. Instead, I stared deep into her big beautiful eyes and her sweet face, trying to reconcile the angelic features beneath me with the stench of sex assaulting my nostrils. “That was amazing! I’ve never cum so hard in my life!” I eventually gasped. I knew Claire hadn’t climaxed and deep down ...