Epilogue
EPILOGUE
FRED
I gaze upon the muscles working in Vince’s back, as he plasters the ceiling of the renovated, nearly-ready-for-paint nursery. He doesn’t even need a ladder; he just reaches up with his trowel and smears the plaster back and forth in long, arcing motions, to smooth it out. He works hard and fast, and he makes it all look easy. The man’s work ethic is incredible, and I’ve noticed a significant boost in his energy lately.
His diet and exercise regimes appear to be working, and he’s taken to wearing loose shorts all the time, to help increase his sperm count — and my enjoyment, because the fabric is printed with rainbows and unicorns, and he looks adorably hilarious.
When Daryl teased him about his silly clown clothes , Vince said the girls like them, and he’ll keep making his girls happy, no matter how silly people think he looks.
That was about the time the unicorn shorts started looking less silly and a lot more sexy, and watching his hunky ass do home improvements is the icing on the cake. I have a major hankering for some cottage-time, and now that the girls are all in bed, the night is ours.
I walk up behind him, wrap my arms around his waist, and strum his abs with my fingers. “Nearly done?” I ask, sneaking my fingers beneath the elasticated band of his sporty shorts and sliding south.
“Almost.” His voice cracks on the second syllable, as I take hold of his cock with both hands and drag them slowly back and forth along his length. Within three strokes, he’s hard and breathing like a bull. “ Fuck . Angel .”
I explore below his dick, cup his heavy balls in my palms, and run my thumbs over the textured skin of his scrotum. I’ve been observing him closely while we’ve been waiting for me to ovulate. His testicles are definitely bigger than last week. I can only imagine how much cum he’s going to seed me with, when he’s made sure I was the only one getting serviced for the last few days.
He makes me come every day, while subjecting me to multiple thorough stretchings, and he seems very satisfied with my progress. I’m showered with more praise than I know what to do with, and there appears to be no end to the pleasure I give him — even though I technically haven’t been giving him the pleasure.
That’s all going to change tonight, though. The time has come, and I couldn’t be more ready to be bred.
“How do they feel, Angel?” His cock jerks like it wants more attention, and that’s exactly what it’s going to get.
“Full,” I whisper and press a kiss to his spine. “And ready.”
His breaths come even faster. “Ready? Now? ”
I tilt my head and gently bite his side. He wiggles and chuckles, and a field of gooseflesh rises over his flat belly as I trail my fingers back up his body. “ So ready,” I assure him. “Let’s go make a baby.”
He drops his trowel into the not-quite-empty bucket of plaster, throws me over his shoulder, and marches straight down the stairs and out the door. He slides his hand up the backs of my legs, presses his fingers between my thighs, and runs them through my slick folds. His touch moves away, and I squirm until I can see him, only to watch him take his glistening fingers to his nose.
“ Vince .”
“I want to memorize what you smell like when you’re ovulating and ripe for seed,” he explains in husky tones. “If I ever smell your gorgeous cunt like this again, I’ll be on you like a fucking animal.” He sucks his fingers clean with a moan and goes back for more.
By the time he’s got me inside the cottage, he’s literally scooping out my juices, to sniff and lick.
I’m laid out on the bed and spread wide for him to bury his face in my pussy, as if he’s already frenzied from the pheromones. He spears his tongue inside me, and I grip the easy-clean quilt I made him, tilt my pelvis up, and beg him to drive his tongue deeper.
He growls into my pussy, and I buck at his face involuntarily. “Breed me,” I beg. “I’m ready.”
Vince pulls back with a moan. “Don’t make me too wild, Angel. You may think you’re ready, but we’re still breaking in this pretty cunt of yours. I need you soaking and fucking pliable for me tonight. I’m going to have you at least twice. More, if you can take it. ”
He reaches for the big tub of Ben’s balm on the bedside table and slowly unscrews the lid, like it’s foreplay.
I moan and twist my thighs together, because it fucking is . This stretching ritual has led to so many orgasms in the last few weeks.
“Where do you want me?” I bring my knees to my chest, open my legs, and then grip the underside of my thighs, to spread myself even wider.
Vince’s eyes grow wide, and he just about drops the balm. He recovers quickly from the fumble and scoops out a generous amount of the healing, honey-scented lubricant. “You are so fucking beautiful, Freddie,” he rumbles, coming at me with a hunger in his eyes that sends a thrill right through me, to zing at my core. Nobody else has ever made me feel the way Vince does.
He smears the slippery goop all over my pussy. It gives its usual exciting little tingle on my clit, and then melts with my heat, to make a more slippery fluid mess that he massages into me, probing and tugging me until I can take his whole fist without a fuss. He leans down to lick my clit, and I pull tight around his wrist with a grip of pleasure. His face is lit up when he lifts his head to watch me pant and rock, as he slowly slides his fist in and out of me.
I press my head back into the bed, as the wonderful fullness adds urgency to my need to come.
Vince pulls his big hammer-fist back and swivels at my entrance, so his slick knuckles bump along my taut pussy lips in the most fantastic way.
“ Vince. Please. Shit . I want to come so bad. ”
I lose my grip on my thighs. They snap shut around his arm, and I squeeze them tighter, searching for friction as I fuck his hand.
“ Mmm . So good. But not yet, Angel.” He slips his huge fist from my pussy. “I want my cock inside you when you come. Let’s check if you’re ready for me.” He opens my legs again, pushing them high and wide, and his eyes glint with excitement as he stares at my pussy. He wets his lips and nods. “ Ahh . That’s what we want. Isn’t it, my beautiful girl?” He reaches for the nearby hand mirror, to show me.
I prop myself with my elbows, so I can see, and then I fall back with a moan. He’s done it. I’m soaked and fucking gaping .
Vince grins and slathers a scoop of Ben’s balm all over his cock. “We’re finally ready, Freddie.”
I nod, barely able to control my excitement. “I want this, Vince. I love you.”
“Oh, Angel…” He crawls over me like a huge bear, grips my ass, and hikes one of my legs higher by nudging it with his hip. “Just when I thought this couldn’t get any more wonderful, you go and open your mouth.” He takes my breath with a long, slow kiss and guides the massive head of his cock to my entrance.
“I love you too, Freddie,” he whispers, gazing into my eyes. “And I have wanted this miracle since the moment I saw you. I can’t explain how my soul could think it possible, but here you are.”
I smile up at him and stroke his bearded neck. “The moment I felt your presence, I knew I needed to get closer to you. As close as two people can get. ”
His gaze is full of love, and as he pushes inside me, everything my body has ever wanted comes with him. I mold around him, blooming the way I must if I’m ready to receive his love, and he pushes deeper and rocks with me, in a dance of fullness and warmth.
He’s so careful to keep from crushing me with his weight. There’s hardly any pressure on me at all, except exactly where I want it. He grinds into my clit with each lingering thrust, and I dig my heels into his ass, to urge him onward.
His movements get faster and harder, making me gasp as my firm, swollen breasts bounce from the impact. His eyes sparkle when that happens, and it seems to become his goal to make them jostle about on my chest while he’s edging me to perfection and forcing pleas from my lips.
“ More ,” I demand every time he retreats and the pressure eases. “ Please .” I dig my fingers into his muscles and use all the strength I have, to coax him onward. “Give it to me.”
He surges deep with a loud, guttural rumble and rubs himself against my spread, bared, and swollen clit, until my vision fills with white light. I close my eyes to topple into darkness, crying out my absolute relief, as I writhe and shudder beneath him in total ecstasy. So full. So full of love and light and Vince.
And cum.
He spurts more every time his cock strains inside me, and I’m a happy, messy, boneless heap when he eventually slides from my depths. I let him display and inspect me any way he pleases. He props a pillow under my hips and stares at his job well done. He so loves to see my cookie creamed , as he calls it. I glance at my engorged clit protruding from my swollen folds, and the copious amounts of semen in and around my pussy, and have to admit I do look like a breeding man’s satisfying dessert.
Vince nuzzles at my breasts and laps at the milk that spilled from them when I came.
Then he glances at the alarm clock on his bedside.
“Do you have somewhere else to be?” I ask with a giggle.
“ Fuck no. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. I’m just making sure I give you some gravity-assisted marinating time, before I flip you over and take you again.”
My pussy clenches, and Vince grins as a rush of cum bubbles out of me. He pushes some back in, and then smudges a bit on my asshole, making me shiver and spill again.
“ Vince .”
“Okay. I’ll stop playing for five minutes and go get you some sort of refreshments,” he says with a grin.
He comes back with a tall drink of water, a reusable straw, a bowl of strawberries, some pumpkin seeds, two electric breast pumps I’ve never seen before, and a cold damp cloth.
“You bring interesting items to a party.” I flutter my lashes and sip from the straw he’s holding for me.
“That’s a cute compliment,” he says, practically glowing, as he feeds me a strawberry.
He lays the cold cloth over my pussy and rests his hand on it, cooling the heated stir he’s caused there .
“What do you have planned?” I ask when I feel his excitement growing and see the rigor back in his cock.
“You, on all fours. Pumps on your breasts. My cock, stirring that fine gravy inside you, before I make you come again and give you more.”
I tilt my head from side to side, as if thinking about opting out, and then smile. “Sounds wonderful. I’m going to wake up so lubricated with cum in the morning, I’ll be able to climb straight onto your cock and fuck you awake for another milking session before we go to the bakery.”
“Your milk and bred cookie is my favorite breakfast,” he says before taking my mouth in another brutal kiss that leaves me breathless.
“Enough refreshments,” he declares, breathing hard. He removes the cooling cloth from my pussy and the pillow from under my ass, and then I’m flipped over and scooted up the bed into an all-fours position. The change of direction affects the cum inside me, which starts to drip down the backs of my legs.
Vince is captivated a moment and utters a long, rumbling moan. He gently attaches each pump to a breast, and he’s caring but efficient, like a skilled farmer. He makes sure I’m comfortable before he rests back on his heels, to watch my body respond to the suction when he increases it.
My nipples prickle and swell with the tugging pressure, and I moan in relief when they begin spraying into the collection bottles. Vince gives a nod of approval, strokes a hand down my back, and gives my rump a playful slap. “Let’s get you primed again for your bull, Angel. ”
He smears more of Ben’s balm on his cock, and then focuses his attention upon my rear end. He moves in close, and it all feels new and exciting — both being pumped mechanically by noisy machines, and having him working behind me, where I can’t see what he’s doing and can only feel his massive presence.
Heat radiates off his big, muscular thighs, warming the backs of my own until he shifts away.
He climbs off the bed and returns promptly with a thick pile of blankets. He arranges them into a soft platform, and then sets my back half up onto it, so my ass is raised higher than my front.
He moves in close once more, and spreads my knees wider before tilting my pelvis, to open and present my pussy for him.
I shiver, and a warm, wet trickle of cum slides down over my clit and falls from my curls to the blankets below. A hungry moan escapes Vince, and he rubs the warm, bulky head of his cock through my folds. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing.
I whimper as the longing for him to push inside intensifies, but instead of doing what I need, he withholds his cock. He grips my hips and gives me a firm shake that sets my breasts and their weighty pumps swinging. It makes the pull of their suction feel even stronger, and I shift my back end restlessly, needier than ever.
Vince rests his large palm between my shoulder blades and presses my front half lower. It brings my raised ass even higher, to sway in the air in time to the rhythmical sound of the pumps.
Something warm and soft and wet drops onto my asshole, and my body trembles with both surprise and delight. It happens again. Like he’s dripping cum directly onto my tightest hole. It tickles in a way that makes my pussy squeeze and my ass want to beg for attention.
“ Mmm … That’s a cute little asshole you’re twitching at me, Angel.” More warm fluid splatters at me in a rush of drops. “Makes me think about how long I’d need to spend stretching it if you ever did want me in there.” The broad flat side of his thumb massages my puckered hole in such a firm, slippery manner I start to give around it. He rubs faster, heating my back entrance until my pussy clamps and more cum spills out onto the bed. My legs are too wide, my hips angled too high to resist the pressure, and I moan as he dips in and out of my ass, until my legs tremble and my pussy pulls so tight I’m squeezing all his cum out. “ Vince .”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got more cum ready for you,” he assures me, fucking his thumb more firmly into my ass. “So. Much. More.”
And then the pressure is gone, and I’m a shaking, needy mess. My nipples are throbbing in the most intense way, and I just know I’ve been pumped empty. If the suction stays on, I’m going to have more milk and giant breasts tomorrow. Vince is going to have to milk me twice as often, to keep Mom from getting suspicious about what I’m doing with it all.
My pussy seizes with delight of Vince’s feeding from me twice as often.
He tosses his washcloth aside with a grunt. “You’re fucking dripping more than cum, woman. You’re good and ready for me again, aren’t you? ”
I whine and watch him lube his hefty erection with more balm. He leaves globs of it around the head of his cock before moving behind me. I get a hint of his size as his thighs brush against mine, and then he spreads my pussy lips with his balmy fingers. He stretches me open once, twice, three times, and then crams himself inside me, getting right up close as I gasp for breath.
“ Oh , Angel .” He rears back and forges deeper, forcing my pussy to accommodate even more of him. The pumps swing on my breasts and I squeeze at his cock, as I try to breathe and move and find something to grind against, but Vince grips my hips tightly, to keep me right where I am.
He fucks me the way he wants to — without holding back — and it’s like I was made to take him.
I’m stretched and so full I can barely keep myself together, while he’s gliding in and out in a smooth natural motion, and it feels perfect .
“My sweet angel. Look at you, taking my cock so beautifully.”
He thrusts and moans, doing what he’s wanted to do to me since Day One, and I keep my tail raised high to take it, loving every second. His massive, cum-soaked balls slap at my clit in wet smacks, and my pleasure builds in a rush. I draw tighter and tighter, until he’s forced to pound at me.
He hits the front wall of my pussy just right, and my clit pulses with the nearness of my climax.
“Do it, Angel. Do it, and take me with you.”
I let go of what I’ve been holding back, and moan into the pillows as he fucks my gripping, twitching pussy to completion. His seed rushes at my limits, and I keep melting into the bed, mumbling about how much I love having him inside me.
Vince seems to understand what I’m saying, because he keeps his luscious cock right where it is, while he cares for my limp, sated body.
The ache at my breasts eases, but even with the pumps removed, my nipples throb.
Vince carefully collapses sideways with me to a cleaner part of the bed, and he curls around me before he soothes my swollen nipples with the healing balm. They feel better in moments, but he keeps tending to me long after that. And with my energy sapped, all I can do is take every loving thing he does for me and be grateful for it. It’s a gift. One we both enjoy. He’s been waiting a long time for someone to love like this, and he’s entirely changed my thoughts about how to create a loving family.
This is how it’s meant to be. This is how all future babies will be made — with so much love and pleasure, I can lose my bones but still know I’ll be okay, because Vince will gather them up, arrange them carefully, and then lay his lovingly next to mine, to keep me safe and warm until I’m ready to get put back together.