Sexy Story of the Month - Welcome Home (Patreon)

The late nights had become ever more the chore to experience, especially during the later months of pregnancy that she was going through. Sherri’s body was wildly hormonal, a mix of endless arousal, frantic anticipation, and restlessness that came with the oncoming responsibility of motherhood. Her belly was full to the brim with the progeny she was to birth awaiting any day now. Late in the evening on a Saturday night she wondered where Ben had gone to, they weren’t completely exclusive although he had promised to be there although his job had a habit of taking him far away in the tempting lure of financial reward. 

It wasn’t as if he’d completely abandoned her either, there were frequent checks in the mail and voice messages left on her phone with the promise that he’d come visit soon. She only wished that one of those days would be a little more often, and right now she could really use some reassurance. The doctor had confirmed that welling inside her was a foal, a boy, the message she’d relayed to Ben a few months ago. Her hand calmly rest upon her pregnant belly, eyes glancing down to how full she was and trying to remind herself that it wasn’t fat as much as it was simply another being growing inside her. Even still it was hard knowing that the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that she had just placed in the oven a minute ago might be too ooey-gooey and delicious to deny her demanding foalpup from seconds.. or thirds. 

She began to remember the moment she had been bred by the studhoss, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her body fully naked in the comfort of her own home, her hand idly teased over her pubic mound with the instigating thought that formed from memory. Her fingers carefully dancing over her pussy lips feeling how wet she was from simple imagination. Masturbation had become a significantly more difficult endeavor with the new weight upon her body but still she craved release even moreso than normal. She had taken to a new assortment of toys and extravagances to ever increase her pleasure, yet for all the buzzing and vibration, it still wasn’t the same as a warm hand and comforting presence of a familiar partner. 

Her small hands tried to mimic the old rough groping sensation of the hoss she recalled, her lips contorting as she felt pleasure in her lower lips but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the grip she felt, the intense pressure of how he maneuvered his feathered wrist against her pussy mound while his hands teased against her slit. She let out a flustered groan, her ears folding back realizing that she might need to retreat to her bedroom and fire up the device brigade she began to turn towards the exit of the kitchen, nearing the light when she heard clopping hoofsteps.

“Something smells great,” a deep voice mumbled from behind and soon hands were upon her, she glanced upwards seeing his smirking face down at her with his palms wrapped around her pregnant form holding her to him. 

Her cheeks flushed brightly, her tail flippantly wagging back and forth behind her as she visibly lit up at his presence. “Oh.. Hey!” She practically barked, “I’m making cookies-“ Her body twinged and it took a moment but she realized why her knees began to buckle. His hand was between her thighs carefully teasing against her pussy mound with a single of his massive fingers examining either side of her lower lips. 

“I didn’t mean the cookies..” His deep voice practically shook the floor beneath her feet making her quiver with excitement, “But I could go for some after.” He pushed gently at her body while rough enough that she knew his intentions without debate. She loved it rough and when she was bent over the counter she could feel the bulge in his slowly engorging trousers slide against the inseam of her thigh. His heavy cock landed on the underside of her bent over pussymound with a loud clap, shaking her to the core as his tip began to smear along her lips leaving the copious slick pre-cum mingling with her eager peach, “I need a good snack,” He muttered in preamble as his cock began to push forwards with a straining grunt escaping his flaring nostrils, “After a good.. workout!” 

She felt the whelming thrust of his hips pushing her forwards with her only balance being the kitchen counter to keep her upright and the weight of his form quickly consolidating space between them. His muscular frame held upon her hips, her heavy milk laden breasts swinging and clapping back against her body in pleasurable vibrations that made her body tingle. His fat length stretched her walls wide, her pussy accommodating him as she’d done before, and her body surged with pleasure as she was thrust forwards, her mouth gaping open as the doggirl gasped and huffed, “Hahh.. Fuhhh.. Nhh..” Her tail curling into itself as her hand clenched into a tight fist atop the counter, her eyes welling up on either side as the intensity of his thrusts grew heavier and deeper. He was brutish, spirited, focused upon his own pleasure in how he fucked her so ravenously, God how she missed it! Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she becamed overwhelmed with pleasure.

His cock felt so at home in her welcoming body, her hand resting underneath her cradle and holding her belly that had just been bred by his length while his hands gripped upon her hips holding her tightly, posessively even. Her lower lip tucked between her teeth, eyes closing as she relished the warmth of his fully hardened cock plumbing her depths in a way that no toy could simulate. The heat of his length and the passion of his body, the warm air that was expelled from his grunting frame over head, even the undeniably masculine scent of his sweat soaked body thrilled all of her senses in a way that she longed for. A companionship of lust and primal urges met between them, his cock, her pussy, their bodies pressed together in a feral dance of carnal aphrodesia. “Nngh.. why.. why is your pussy.. still so tight?!” He grunted out down at her, his hips endlessly slamming into her body from behind.

“I.. I don’t-hahh.. I’don’tknow..” Sherri’s body was rocked forwards, but then his hand, his feathered wrist tugged at the back of her ponytail and wrapped it around into a grip like a leash. Her neck pulled upwards as her back was arched forwards, his hot breath rolling against her shoulder as he leaned in closer with his endlessly pumelling thrusts smacking into her from behind. 

“Say it..” He glowered hotly, his nostrils flaring and teeth clenching between whispers, “Tell me.. You don’t know why your pussy’s so tight..” He demanded, punctuating his words with  sharp thrusts that sent his balls clapping directly against her clit and making Sherri answer with stuttering whimpering moans. 

Short little wet moans fell from Sherri’s lips, her body trembling as she simply followed his instruction without question, thinking about anything but pleasure had gone to the wayside by now, “Hahhh I.. I don’t know.. why my pussy is so.. so tight!” Her voice cried out in a high pitch that was broken by the vibrating tremors of his thrusts suddenly ramming deep into her body faster than ever before. 

Her body convulsed, orgasm oerflowing through her body the resulting tremor making her fingers and toes feel numb as her cunt seized upon his cock making it difficult for him to retrieve his length from the possessive embrace of her twat. “Hhhahhh.. OHoguhh.. Ghuhh..” Sherri’s tongue hung out from her jaw as drool spilled down her chin, then his hips began to move again, plunging deep and rocking her forwards, she could feel his medial ring against her pussy lips and the straining thrusts and groans he gave overhead with eagerness to fill her with that special vein and unload his cum in her. “Wait.. wait!” Sherri barked out, her head turning up towards him over her shoulder, “Stop!” Her shriek gave him pause, her pleading eyes gazing up at him, “Do.. Don’t cum in me..” His face wrought with realization at such an act, “You.. You can cum on me.. instead?” She offered with an imploring smile, “..Please?”

It was brutal for Ben, his veins bulging throughout his body with his cock mere moments from release when he had to concnetrate every iota of energy he had to restrain himself. “Ffh.. Fine.. Fine.. Fine..” He almost snarled down at her as she peeled her still spasming cunt from his cock and he felt the grasping inner walls of her twat trembling upon each inch of him that she strained to pull herself away from, she almost fell from atrophy in her lower legs but managed to balance herself, slowing herself to her knees in front of him he was grateful that she took his desires seriously. Her hands wrapping around either side of his heft hosscock, lips pressing to his flared tip as her mouth encompassed upon it. Her tongue was a revelation of pleasure, the wet blue languid muscle flickering up and down teasing against his cumslit and while not probing, made him realize how sensitive it was to her touch. “Hhahhh.. Hahhh.. Hfffhhh..” He grunted and moaned, his ears quickly pinning back as Sherri’s mouth wrapped around the flare of his cock while he simply let go of the walls damming his orgasm. 

He was so eager to cum that all it took was a little stimulation to make him blow, his cock giving mighty twitches as the flared length erupted his heady nutload directly into Sherri’s mouth. The twitching length causing the cumstreams to shake in their trajectory as it practically flung his hot spunk against the roof of her mouth and seeped against the back of her throat, the doggirl desperately gulping down his cum even though there was plenty of excess to dribble down her chin. Her hands holding tightly onto his cockmeat, pinkies out as her eyes closed, the ricochet of his explosive orgasm splashing against her lips as she tried to keep time with his cocktip and her mouth, but she simply ended up drenched in it, wearing his cum like he had spilled a full bowl of cream cheese iciing down her face, when he finally opened his eyes he couldn’t help but smirk at how she wore his load, her hands delicately outstretched as if trying to keep his cumstrands from spilling off of her and making a mess on her once freshly cleaned floors. 

With her body drenched in hoss cum and their passionate moans and grunts slowly fading, Sherri’s eyes were locked upon his when the sound of the oven began to ding that almost pesteringly accute high pitch that annoyingly demanded attention. “Cookies are done..” Sherri murmured, she would have went for the oven mitts but she didn’t feel like making them sticky and in need of a laundry shift. She glanced up at him pleadingly to which he snickered.

“Yehp, go get cleaned up, I promise I’ll save you a few.”