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Chapter Five:

Michael watched Jean suck his dick with a smile. He towered over her in the shower, his big body blocking the warm water as he held her by the hair and moved her along the first few inches of his cock. She had her eyes closed and her hands on his hips, and she seemed to be enjoying him. She smiled and purred around his crown on each backward stroke, though it was difficult to see due to just how thick he was.

They had fucked all night, and Jean had insisted on showering in the morning. This time, she took him with her, dragging him in after her and falling to her knees almost immediately once they were inside. The shower was small and hardly had room for both of them, and it was inevitable that their bodies would touch. She had started with a small, smiling kiss on his cockhead before sucking him into her mouth, and after that she stopped speaking and instead made love to him with her lips.

Jean had changed last night. Each orgasm made her more willing and more affectionate, and by the time they fell asleep, she was snuggled up to him kissing his shoulder, arm, and chest and breathing him in like she didn’t want to forget him in the morning. She had vocally begged him for sex and praised him without prompting, and it was clear that any attempt at hiding her growing affection for him was fading.

Her bottom was red from the spanking she had gotten, but it did not seem to be tender as Michael groped her in the morning. It was still dark out when Jean woke to get ready, and Michael’s first memory that morning was of Jean’s plump bottom bouncing as she warmed the water and got them towels. He had watched her ass all the way into the shower and then rubbed his length along the crevice of her bottom until she had turned to kneel at his feet with a smile.

Jean was still smiling as she sucked him. She used one hand to stroke him and the other rested against his waist. Unfamiliar with his dimensions and unaccustomed to giving blowjobs to begin with, Jean lacked in skill but compensated with enthusiasm as she worked him. She pleasured him with her eyes closed and mewled around him. Watching her, it looked almost like she was trying to fuck him with her lips, and the passion she put into him more than impressed him.

Michael impressed Jean, too. Over the past few days he had given her not only the best orgasms of her life but also the best chances of having a child. She wanted to fuck him again, and she felt like he deserved it. He had done so much for her by impregnating her and liberating her from a pleasureless life where she thought Brad had given her orgasms. She had to work, though. It had not been her intention to blow him in the shower. Instead, she meant only to feel him plump against her. She wanted to spend time with him but seeing him and feeling him beside her had been enough to redirect her.

Once her mouth was against him, she was lost. She had stared down his considerable length and into his dark thicket of pubic hair at his fat root. Every time Jean saw him, she swore Michael was getting larger. This was impossible, as he was already the largest man she had ever seen. The sight of his big, hairy balls swinging with her movements only served to reinforce both his virility and his masculinity. She sucked them and then slurped his cock, and she knew that she would bring him to climax for no other reason than the sheer joy of his orgasm.

Michael watched her with a smile and took to moving her by the hair. Jean made eye contact with him as she gurgled and choked around him. Tears gathered in her eyes as he dragged her down his cock, but she smiled around him and showered him with wet kisses. He removed himself and slapped himself against her cheek, and his rigid, gargantuan length was as monstrous as it was beautiful. She had feared him once, and now she loved him.

He forced her into his pubic hair, and she breathed him in while stroking him. His scent was thick and masculine, entirely unlike that of Brad’s. It made her dizzy, and it made her horny. More than that, it made her wonder how she had ever settled for Brad to begin with. As he held her there panting, she grew glassy eyed and distant, and when he freed her, she sat back in a daze while her hands glided along his shaft.

“This won’t get you pregnant,” he said. It was a test, and they both knew it. Jean knew the correct answer and was only too glad to give it.

“I know,” she moaned. “I just wanted to thank you for all of your cum and all of your orgasms. I wanted to…” She paused and eyed his cock with urgency and want. “You’re so big, Michael. I just want you to come again.”

Michael grinned and arched an eyebrow. She stroked him as she spoke and moved at medium speed. From how it looked to him, she wanted to stroke him faster, but she also knew how important it was to listen to him. “I could always use your pussy if I need to come,” he told her, and she smiled.

“You can,” she told him with a small smile on her face. She held him by the root and stared down his length. “And you will, I’m sure, but I’m already here.  I may as well finish what I started.”

Jean punctuated her sentence with a kiss and a lick, and Michael laughed in response. “Poor Brad,” he said, and he fed her his cock. She cradled him and drooled down his shaft. Jean agreed that it was sad what happened to Brad, but she also agreed that they wouldn’t stop. Both of them knew it was different now. She needed him for more than just a baby.

Jean gave Michael the most loving blowjob of her life, the likes of which Brad would gape to see. She held him in both hands and stroked him in carefully timed movements to match her lips. On each forward stroke, she tickled him with her throat, and she moved with increasing speed as the urgency to please him took over. The water was going cold around them, and Jean felt Michael deserved a quick orgasm after how many orgasms he had given her.

She found that he still tasted like her. It was not unpleasant, but she found it barely able to cover his naturally masculine flavor. She had given blowjobs before, and Michael’s dick tasted very much like a penis except that it somehow tasted bigger and more deserving. It flooded her senses, with the size, girth, and knowledge of his potency combining to bring her arousal. She quaked and shivered for him, and even came, like her body was priming her for his use later on.

This isn’t love, she reminded herself, but she was aware of how quickly it could turn into love. She felt more than gratitude for Michael. She felt devoted, and she showed him that with her mouth. Not only was he giving her a child, but he was giving her the best sex of her life. He fucked her so deep and so thoroughly that both things were absolutely true. The pleasure wasn’t mandatory, but it was naturally occurring. Even if she had given him up, which she wasn’t so sure she could now, she knew that she and Brad would need him again for a second child, too.

“Oh, yeah, this is really good,” Michael said by her by her wet hair. Jean smiled up at him but could not see his ugly face behind his fat body. This should have bothered her, but it didn’t. If anything, it turned her on as she had instead to focus on his impossibly large shaft and his fat, swinging balls as he fucked forward into her mouth.

Jean was not normally one to love a man’s testicles, nor has she been a woman to enjoy facials. Michael, however, gave her hunger. His big balls had pummeled her to climax so many times that she could not help but love them, and with all the warm seed he has poured into her, she found herself excited to sample him in another way. She could taste him already, his precum oozing across her questing tongue as the water grew cold around them. She would swallow for Michael, the first time in her life, and she would take pleasure in the act of pleasing him.

Finally, Michael began to thicken. Watching Jean, he was driven to the edge by both her enthusiasm and her growing skill. She was clumsy, but she was careful, and she was learning. With his a dick so thick, blowjobs often started with teeth. Jean was aware, though. She kept her lips vacuum sealed to him and her mouth wide. Her blowjob was slow, laborious and comfortable.

As his orgasm approached, Michael reached down to cup one of her small breasts and crush it in his big, fat palm while he moved her. His fat belly slapped against her forehead, and she only seemed amused by it as she snorted a little, girlish giggle around him while she kept sucking. “These are gonna get fat, you know.” Jean gurgled around him while he fucked her mouth with slow strokes to help himself along. He could hardly see her past his belly, but he could feel her trying to smile around him as he stared at her big, round bottom. “Ass is going to get fatter, too, once you start showing.”

Moving along with his guiding hand, Jean moaned, and Michael gave her a crooked grin as he leaned back to luxuriate. The water was cold, and his body was stiff as his balls churned. “You’re going to get real thick. I can’t wait to see it!”

Jean, gurgling and moaning, purred around him. She looked forward to it, though she wasn’t ready to admit why. Once this was over, she told herself that she could still go back to Brad, though deep down she knows she wouldn’t. The very thought of leaving Michael left her with an empty desperation that urged her toward aggressive action. Taking hold of Michael around the waist, she pulled herself into him, fucking her own mouth on Michael’s massive dick in a sudden and primal need to bring him to the climax that only he deserved.

Michael was caught off guard by her sudden hunger and quickened and came shortly. He flooded Jean’s mouth and filled her throat, shaming Brad yet again with one of his torrential orgasms. She struggled at first and then, staring up at his big belly, held herself there to choke him down. Semen seeped out around her fluttering lips as she gagged on him, and she held herself there as he impregnated her throat.

His cum stuck to her throat and forced her to take large, slow breaths through her nose as she swallowed. She held him by the shaft and milked him into her mouth as her stomach grew heavy and warm. When he released her, she stayed there, staring up at his big, round stomach and slurping him with enthusiasm.

Michael felt it and laughed. “You like that, slut?”

Jean mewled around him, bobbing her head on his shaft as ribbons of mixed saliva and semen dribbled down her slender body.

“You ever swallow for Brad?”

Jean laughed around him and shook her head. He pulled out and slapped his slick cock across her cheeks while she gasps.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

Jean purred and let him move her. He cock-smacked her, and she stuck her semen-slick tongue out to taste him. Her face was left slimy and her hair tangled before he slammed his dick back into her mouth. She felt like she was drunk for him and, given the chance, returned to sucking him again out of sheer gratitude for the orgasm he just fed her.

“Thick load,” Michael sad, tapping his cock down across her slick, gleaming lips. She kissed him, and then she squealed as he stepped out of the water and let the cold droplets fall and break across her sticky face. Michael laughed before helping her out and told her to use Brad’s towel to wipe her face clean.

“You’re so mean,” she told him, but she obeyed with a smile. Michael groaned and swatted her ass as she cleaned herself, and Jean squealed again as she eyed his dick.

“Fuck, you’re so hot I could fuck you right now,” he said, lifting her ass cheek and dragging one of his thick fingers along her open vulva.

Jean smiled at him. “We have the time,” she said, and she bent forward onto the sink with her ass sticking out at him.

Michael laughed. “Why not,” he said, stroking himself as he lined up and easing his half erect cock into her. She moaned.