James opens her cervix

“What?” His words sound far away, distorted by pleasure. Kendall chews her bottom lip to breathe through her approaching orgasm. “No. No! No more room.”

James laughs. “Oh, we’ll make room.”

He withdraws like the tide before a tidal wave, leaving only his crown inside of her. Kendall, feeling empty, suddenly realizes his intent. He has been softening her up this entire time and, though the pain felt good, the pleasure that comes might not be enough to mask it anymore. Whining, but ultimately powerless to stop him, she pleads, “James! No! No! Stop! AGH!”

With one herculean thrust, James parts her cervix and fills her womb. His fat crown barrels into the deepest reaches of her, touching her where other men cannot, finding virgin flesh untouched by everyone else. White hot pleasure surges through Kendall in place of the pain she expected and, gushing, she comes across him again, collapsing onto the couch in a pool of her own saliva. “FUCK!”

James laughs, holding himself inside of her and riding out her climax. Soon, her spasms ease and turn to flexing. Kendall groans, whining, urging him to move again, begging him to fuck her. Her cervix is tight around him, hungry in the same way that the rest of her body is. When satisfied, James begins bouncing her on his lap, his fat crown parting her cervix on each return stroke. He gives her short, five-inch strokes that bring her to another mind-altering orgasm in short form. After that, Kendall moves her body to meet him.

“There we go!” James swats her ass. “Work my dick, you slut!”

Kendall, smiling and panting in her pleasure, nods. To this point in her life, Jackson had been the best sex she had ever had. He was the first to give her multiple orgasms, the first man she had ever made love to. Comparing him to James, however, Kendall finds him lacking. In every way, James is better. Even the orgasms Jackson gave her are vague shadows by comparison to the pleasure of having James in her womb.

Panting and whining, tightening around him, Kendall feels James throb and knows what is to come. He quickens, swelling inside of her, and she groans, head back, shoulders tight, as she rolls into him. “Oh, fuck, James! You’re getting even bigger!”

“Bout to nut,” he growls, dragging her along his shaft, meeting her thrusts with hard, deep thrusts of his own. His fingers hurt her, bruise her, but all she feels is him.

“Oh. Oh God! Coming! COMING!” Kendall comes first, and her orgasm only grows stronger as he unloads inside of her. Hot, thick semen spills into the deepest parts of her, fogging her brain and overloading her. The last thing Kendall remembers before blacking out is the rapturous pleasure destroying her brain and the way her throat ached from all of her yelling.

She wakes later with James’ cock at rest across her face. He is slick and spent, but he remains long and fat against her forehead. Even limp, he is larger than Jackson on his best day and the smell of him, mingling with the wet aroma of her pussy, stirs her up again. She stares blankly at him before turning her attention to her gaping pussy leaking thick semen across her couch--her prized couch.

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