When I was a firefighter Chapter 7 part 5 of 6

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 7 part 5 of 6

Slowly I lowered my beautiful bride down as my cock found its’ favorite place to be. We stood there, conjoined in the living room. She began using her arms and legs to rock on my swollen shaft while kissing me as she had moments ago. I began walking towards the bedroom and she made sounds that were a mixture of deep passion and giggling.

My old bed had been replaced not long after Cherry moved in. We now had a full queen size bed and it was huge to us! I discovered one nice characteristic it had: the top of the mattress was right at the level of my crotch—I took advantage of the ‘feature’ and set my bride down on the edge without having to pull out of her. She slowly scooted back and I matched her movements, moving over the top of her; our eyes locked together. Cherry had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen or would ever see.

My orgasm was building already, but I wanted this to last longer, so I slowed my thrusting down to almost a stop and concentrated on her nipples for a while. But she picked up the ‘slack’ by increasing the motion of her rocking hips on me. The saved-up orgasm became imminent and I knew nothing would prolong it now. I hooked my elbows behind her knees, pushed in as deep as possible, and my cockhead brushed her cervix the moment my load erupted with incredible force inside of her. Wave after wave flushed inside of her and for a moment, I thought I might never stop Cumming. Eventually, the orgasm subsided and, when it did, I was able to feel the pulsing of her orgasm, too. But we were far from finished! Without skipping a beat, we went right back to making Love and we kept at it for (literally) several hours! By the time we were done, we both felt like we had just run a triathlon and passed out there in bed.

A few hours passed and I was barely aware that Cherry got out of bed. She came back a couple of minutes later.

“David, get up!” she whispered.

Coming out of my sex-induced coma I asked, “What? Why? What is the matter?”

She said, “Nothing; you need to eat something and have a drink.”

My eyes were still focusing as she handed me a protein bar and a bottle of water. Still, in a bit of confusion, I sat up and took the items, and began consuming them without questioning ‘why’. Just as the question began to form in my head, she got on the bed and maneuvered over me—sitting on my lap.

“You really need to get up, now,” she said.

I said, “Ok, but I can’t: you’re sitting on me…”

She shook her head and replied, “I didn’t say you need to get out of bed; I said you need to get…UP!”

As if my dick heard the order for ‘himself’, he jumped to attention and was prepared for action. Cherry lined herself up and sat down on my ridged cock and began slowly grinding her hips on me. Still sitting up, Cherry pushed me back and told me to ‘rest’—that she could ‘take it from here’. Laying there as I was, looking at my beautiful wife, I couldn’t help but remember the night she gave me her virginity—right there in the same room and in the same position. Her body looked just as good now as it did then; maybe even better!

To my surprise, she said as if reading my thoughts, “This reminds me of my very first time. Right here in your apartment; me on top of you like I am now… And now we are going to conceive our first baby here—in the same room where I lost my virginity.”

I said, “I was just thinking about that! But you didn’t ‘lose’ your virginity: you GAVE it to me! Remember?”

She replied, “I remember… But it was more like a trade if you ask me: I gave you something I couldn’t use for something a LOT more fun!”

As soon as she said that, she began to gyrate like never before. It wasn’t just her hips moving: it was her entire torso, her arms, and even her neck, head, and legs—she moved like a seasoned belly dancer on my dick inside of her and it was the most erotic vision I’d ever seen!

Cherry’s stamina was truly impressive and I was doing pretty well at keeping up with her. She could see in my face that I was going to cum again and she picked her knees up from the bed; the resulting effect was a noticeable increase in the amount of pressure she could thrust down onto me. Cherry made short, rapid jumps on my lap that caused her ass to smack my lap and her perfect breast and beautiful hair bounced in rhythm. With each bounce, I could feel my cock head crash into her cervix with force and she grunted with minor pain each time. My balls seemed to pull tight and my fourth orgasm of the day exploded in multiple, hurried spurts. Cherry’s walls clamped down on my pulsing cock and I could feel her thumping on me.

Lying down on my chest, she said with a sigh, “I just love that feeling…”

Because of the marathon session earlier and it was getting late, we were both wiped out and ‘only’ went for the one ‘extra round’. But because the ‘name of this game’ was ‘let’s make a baby’, we spooned with me inside of her until we fell asleep—just to keep as many of my swimmers from escaping as possible.

The next morning we were both in a bit of pain, but neither of us complained. However, it showed when we walked! We debated for only a few seconds about having a ‘morning session’ before work, but we both knew that was a bad idea. Instead, we got a much-needed shower and enjoyed a nice breakfast together. Thankfully, Cherry was a much better cook than I!

Nothing too unusual happened at work that day. But when I got home, Cherry had a bit of surprising news.

Cherry said, “You’ll never guess who got married.”

I guessed, “Your Mom and Dad?”

She scoffed, “Yeah, right: those two get married?! No… I’m serious—guess!”

Clueless, I just shook my head with a forced frown, indicating ‘I have no idea’.

Cherry said, “Olivia!”

I asked, “Olivia? Your best friend growing up; head cheerleader, ‘I’m a lesbian,’ Olivia???”

She nodded and said, “Yeah: THAT Olivia.”

Completely stunned, all I could say was, ‘Wow.”

Cherry continued, “Right? She called me today and said she got married just before we did. She did not want to tell me before because she was afraid of ‘stealing the wind from my sails’. And she waited after we got married because then she was afraid I’d be mad she didn’t tell me before!”

I asked, “Why didn’t she tell you before?”

She said, “I don’t know; she said it was a long story and she’d tell me later. They are coming into town soon and she said we’d get together and she’d tell me about it then.”

I shrugged and said, “Ok. It’ll be good to see her again, right?”

Cherry agreed, and the subject was dropped. We had serious business to take care of—namely: making certain that Cherry’s next period didn’t happen! It was a lot of work, but I was more than glad to take on the task! Over the course of that following week, we spent as much time as possible trying to ensure she got pregnant. We had so much sex that it literally seemed impossible for us to not succeed. The day her period was due to start came and we both waited. A few days later, she was officially late and that was rare for her. We were excited about the implication, but we were both scared to get our hopes up too soon. When she was a week late, we both knew she was pregnant but she was afraid to take a home test.

The home test soon became a moot point. One night, she sprang out of bed and ran to the bathroom. The suddenness of her movement woke me and the unmistakable porcelain echo of someone puking came from the bathroom. I got up and went quickly to her side and held her hair back for her as the next volley hit her. I grabbed a ‘scrunchy’ (a hair rubber band) from the counter, put her hair back for her, and massaged her back and shoulders. When it looked like she was finished, I went and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge for her. Cherry spit one last time in the toilet and flushed before thanking me for the water. After she brushed her teeth and drank half of the water, she made a joke.

To be continued