...a doorbell (Solo Route)

An annoying, scraping sound of a cheap generic doorbell breaks the mood.

You almost want to curse as you **** yourself to leave the warmth of your man's embrace and stand up from the bed, absolutely covered in translucent juice. And least you can feel the warmth for a little bit longer.

"Come back Katie, I'll get the door."

Josh said, trying to help. He was trying to push his massive balls off the bed, when you quickly grasp his face and plant a long, deep kiss, making his already gigantic cock gain another inch.

You were expecing a package, and it's best for it to stay a surprise. And, well, you wouldn't miss a chance to kiss a face as cute as this.

"It's ok, sweetie, I'll get the package, and you make sure that you prepare yours for 'delivery', ok?"

Sending a flirtatious wink, you leave Josh blushing, happy to have teased him.

As you leave the bedroom, another cringe-inducing sound of a commercial doorbell kills all the joy in your mind for the second time. Had you not known what the delivery was, you would have kicked whoever was standing at the door away with no hesitation.

"Influential family, my ass"

You sigh to yourself, remembering the traditions. Somehow, you've ended up last on the birth list, and was sent to some random, failing household. Your soon-to-be husband's father apparently spent some money to get a random girl and a flat to gift to his son, and then left him the moment he could. Not that Josh talks about it much.

You can't really complain - you love Josh, but the lack of prestige was apparent. Not to mention the lack of other girls - you were just there to be a state-required cumdump in order for the father-in-law to be able to throw Josh away. Any child can only leave the family care after finding at least one partner after all.

You open the door with mixed emotions, with Josh's precum still being your only piece of clothing.

The guy standing at the door hands you a package after checking you out, clearly accustomed to the view.

Well, "checking you out" sounds nice, but what he really checked was the social status of your man. Bet he wants 'that kind' of tip, and wonders if the guy has a surplus of women to share. Fucking bastard. There are still people like that around.

You look at his crotch to see a bulge reaching below his knees. Undoubtedly a bit hard.

"Heh"

A sense of pride and superiority pushes a smug smile onto your face. Josh would blow this guy away in a dick contest. Even soft, his dick is bigger than that, and he is still a growing man.

Serves him right.

The delivery guy seemed visibly annoyed, but he hands you the pad that you sign and close the door in his face.

This body is for Josh only anyway, and a guy like that can go fuck himself. Or some relief woman down the street. Why go door to door? Is that a kink of his?

You shake your head and quickly pick up the package (which is more hefty that you've expected) and place it in a closet in the hall to check later.

In the meantime, Josh seems to have taken your words to heart, as evidenced by his cock standing full mast as you enter the bedroom.

And 'full' might have been an understatement.

You stand there, mesmerized, every day, by this wonder of nature. Although Josh is sitting on the bed, his cock still manages to reach your eye level.

The sprays of precum that covered you in the morning are now an almost constant stream, pulsating out of his dick and making a pool underneath, as he is still trying to jerk off with his hands. He can barely manage to use both his hands for this.

As he notices your arrival, he pushes his meat down, inviting you for a meal. And you won't refuse.

You sit on your knees in front of the bed, making the tip land right between your breasts. You notice him giving a gentle asking smile.

Without a word, you know what to do, and you clean his massive tool with your tongue. The taste is irresistible, and you gulp down everything you can, accompanied by soft moans from Josh.

Normally it wouldn't take long to clean the whole thing - but the constant stream needs to be plugged first to achieve anything.

You push your lips against his tip, feeling the precum quickly filling your mouth. You swallow everything down and keep going. Your gag reflex trained away, you slowly make your way down his dick, swallowing more and more. Josh's moans also become louder, as he looks at you with increasing desire.

His cock also start to twitch harder, and you can feel it still growing in your throat. Every twitch makes you wet, and tiny orgasms try to stop you from taking it deeper.

"Ahh.. ha.. Katie... I... I love it... Please keep going..."

His voice is a music to your ears, but you already have a third of his penis inside you, and you can feel the warm precum filling your stomach. That feeling only intensifies the orgasms you constantly reach.

Nevertheless, you keep going, slowly but surely making more and more of Josh's dick disappear. It went past your throat a long time ago, and it seems impossible to go any deeper without hurting both of you.

You pull out in one quick motion to catch some breath, Josh's cock rewarding you with another spray of precum. The amount of it is simply immense, and the taste makes it so that even between gulps of air you still try to salvage what you can.

You have admitted to yourself a long time ago, you're hopelessly addicted. Even as your stomach is completely filled, you can't help but swallow more, and it's still not enough.

But you know that this is just an appetizer.

With another breath, you suck Josh again, this time reaching two fifths of his cock in one go. Down there, you reach your hands and cup his testicles.

And boy, they are HEAVY.

You lift them, their weight trying to pull you down. You already knew it was hard, but the feeling of pure fertility coming from them, their tautness, showing how full they are, and the subtle smell which dispersed throughout the room make you reach another orgasm.

Even during the orgasm, you massage Josh's balls as best as you can, hoping that they can produce more. Josh, now heavily panting, grabs your head.

"S-sorry Katie... It feels... So good..."

He says, as you feel yourself ripped off his cock, and slammed back again, causing yet another orgasm, but you do your best not to stop the massage. Josh starts to use you like a fleshlight, as you manage to catch sporadic breaths, before being plunged into an orgasm again... Breath... Orgasm... Breath... Orgasm...

This continues for what feels like hours (fortunately only a half!). The constant orgasms make it hard to differentiate when one ends and the other starts. Your world starts to darken a little, as Josh finally says the words you've been waiting for.

"I'm cumming, dear! I'm cumming!"

No sooner he finishes, what feels like a punch to your stomach wakes you up. Your throat is being tested, as the amount of cum being pumped through Josh's cock widened it forcibly, and left it with a massive ****, filling your belly completely.

The first cumshot was strong enough to dent your belly a little, and rest of it left no room for others.

You couldn't even tell if you've started cumming, or simply never stopped at some point. The only thought in your mind was bracing for the next cumshot.

And it came strong, even more so than the first. For what felt like minutes, a stream of cum was filling you, as you could do nothing but accept it, while your entire body was shaking in an orgasm. Your belly was steadily stretching, as your husband pushed his dick slightly deeper, now that your belly, which was the size of an early pregnancy now, could accomodate it. Even then, there was still at least half his dick outside.

You almost blanked as your nose happened to catch a whiff of his crotch, with the extremely productive testicles right below. If you had any pain from being stretched like this, it was gone now. Only the ever present orgasm wrecking your body (literally!) had any say in your head.

And that was still the second cumshot.

And then the third... The fourth... The fifth. Each taking a minute to finish, filling you up with their thick, precious cum. Then the sixth, the seventh, each filling you up beyond capacity, hurting in the best way possible.

It wasn't until the 11th cumshot that the flow started slowing down.

You couldn't feel your stomach anymore, and you were sure that you won't eat anything else today.

But the cumshots, albeit weaker, kept going. And going... It took 6 more to slow down enough for Josh to consider his orgasm finished.

"Phew, dear. That was amazing! Huff..."

Josh said, removing the blockade from your mouth. Just taking it out felt like an eternity, the thick length visibly being removed from your torso, despite the generous cover.

Before you could say anything, a torrent of cum escaped from your nose and mouth, covering your massive breasts - your now extremely pregnant belly clearly not made to handle that much spunk.

But even then, you loved it. Going out, you could finally taste what you've wanted, the thick, delicious cum of your stud, first thing in the morning. Well, after the pre, so second. It was so thick, like a cream, and the density of it made your stomach unbelievably heavy. No wonder his balls are like that.

"Cough, Haah... Hah.. I enjoyed it too, Josh.. khak"

After the flow stopped, you put your massive stomach on the floor for the much needed support, panting, covered in the cum you've spilled, still trying to drink some again. The taste isn't something you can pass on.

Suddenly, Josh bent down and caught you by your cheeks, this time him being the one that kissed a cute face.

The gesture gave you yet another orgasm, and you felt your heart melt. You gave him a tired, loving smile.

Before noticing his hard as steel cock, now fully erect, dripping with your spit and his cum, still spurting some goo from the deliciously long orgasm, ready to break any bitch brave (or stupid) enough to continue. And Josh's expectant look.