April yields to you

“We’re here,” Peter announces loudly, as he pulls up in front of your house.

His eyebrows twitch and his lips spread into a helpless smile when there’s no response from the back: only the sounds of rough and passionate lovemaking.

You’re lying on your side on the surprisingly-roomy backseat, spooning April. Your arm is wrapped around her waist as you pump your cock into her tight anus from behind. The ring of muscle is stretched comically around your throbbing tool.

The stretchy fabric of her tank top, which must be at least two sizes too small for her busty chest, appears translucent where it’s being stretched thin by one of her breasts. You have the other one in your palm, squeezing and kneading it through the thin cloth.

Lower down, she's wearing an equally-tight pair of jeans with a large hole that exposes her crotch and rear end. Through some subtle questioning, it soon became obvious that they're designed that way in order to provide men with easier access while she's out in public: not having to strip for every stranger with an erection saves her a ton of time and effort.

This is your second round in the car; there’s a thick stream of your seed running from her pussy, **** out by the pressure being exerted on her back passage.

“Guys? I’m going to be late,” Peter emphasizes. His eyes run across the cum-stains on the the back windows and the seat itself, before coming back to the trembling, quietly-moaning form of his wife. “...You could finish up inside, y'know...”

“Peter, stop rushing him,” April chides her husband breathlessly, while covering the hand you've got on her breast with her own. She’s quickly getting used to behaving more intimately with you, growing comfortable in her newly-assigned role as your girlfriend. “You’re embarrassing me.”

"I just don't want to miss out on some alone time with Denise.”

“Then bring her home with you tonight. I won't be around to cook, anyway.” April looks away and locks eyes with you again, having lost interest in the conversation.

“Well, okay. That’s not a bad idea, actually.” Peter’s expression brightens up, and he quickly turns the engine off. “She can clean up John's mess if Michael doesn't bring a girl home.”

“Ah,” April moans when you tug on her nipple and speed up your thrusts. “Y-you get so big when you’re close...”

“Gonna nut,” you mutter, and April’s sphincter squeezes around your throbbing member. Then your balls contract just as you thrust your hips forward for the last time, pressing your pelvis against her ass with a loud smack.

“Ooh, g-gosh--Oh!” April’s eyes widen as your cock jerks violently inside of her, unloading deep inside her ass. “Th-that feels so weird... It's never been so--”

Unable to withstand the building pressure, spurts of your cum jet out from the seal her sphincter has made around your girth, further adding to the mess on the backseat of Peter’s car.

“That's gonna be a nightmare to clean,” you hear him groan, but there’s no anger in his voice.

“Mm, sorry,” you grunt, still breathless from the exertion. Inch by inch, you pull your cock out of its tight sheath. “Y'know... I’d love to watch April clean this up... Buuut I really don’t want to keep you any longer. You'd better get going.”

Peter’s hopeful expression dies, and he struggles to not roll his eyes at your blatant lie. He huffs and gets out first, opening the door for you to exit the vehicle.

“Have your assistant clean this too,” you say as you carefully climb out, and he nods hesitantly. “She sounds interesting. I might drop by to see what all the hype's about.”

“Well, you two have fun,” he says to his wife, who is clutching her ass gingerly as she climbs out and lets Peter give her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Let's get going,” you say with a yawn, wrapping an arm around the busty woman. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“I'd appreciate it if you or Mike drop off a few of my things,” April says, giggling musically as you lay kisses along her neck.

Peter looks like he wants to protest, but his expression softens when you meet his gaze.

“Yeah, I'll get that done.”

After mumbling a short goodbye (which April either doesn't hear or acknowledge), Peter climbs back into the driver's seat.

Once he's gone, you turn and start walking up to the porch of the two-story house you grew up in. Like Michael’s, it looks pretty normal from the outside... You could almost be fooled into thinking nothing has changed from your old world, but you know better by now.

“Want me to clean you off?” April glances at the slick and shiny cock dangling in front of you, which has become impossible to fit into your pants even when flaccid.

You shake your head and step forward. Your heart pumps fast with excitement. This is another door, with potentially more wild surprises behind it.

“Let's get inside first.” As you raise your hand to ring the doorbell, though, April tugs on your shirt.

“Could I get a second?” In sharp contrast to the easygoing, friendly, and accommodating attitude she’s shown so far, April’s beautiful face reveals a trace of nervousness now.

“Sure, babe,” you reply, lowering your hand onto her breasts for a quick squeeze. “Something bothering you?"

“I was just wondering what your mother will think,” she laughs softly, taking a deep breath. “We've known each other since high school, and it's not like you've never borrowed me, but... But I didn’t expect to show up and be introduced as your girlfriend."

“You've always gotten along, right?" You rely on the memories of your old life, where April and your mother were good friends.

April nods her head, and you gently squeeze her breasts again.

"So she'll approve of you," you continue.

April smiles, and then leans forward to claim your lips. You're a little taken aback by her suddenly taking the initiative to kiss you, but you quickly recover and respond with equal passion. You never dreamed you'd get to make out with this woman... Much less knock her up and bring her home, like a hard-won trophy.

You pull away from her with a smooching sound, and find her looking heatedly at you.

"Wow," you mumble. "What was that?"

"I just felt like it," April says, with a rare blush. "It feels strange."

"What?"

“To be in a relationship with... With expectations again." She smiles shyly, placing a hand on her stomach. Then she gets on her toes and kisses you gently on your lips... The second time she's initiated, and her soft lips feel just as wonderful as they did the first time.