Chapter 7: Finally!

Paula’s kitchen door flew open and Connie ran inside ahead of Jim. But instead of the usual (flinging away her clothing while running to the bedroom), she whirled around and put her palm in his chest.

“Wait, babe, sit down for a minute.”

Surprised, but willing to go along, he took a seat at the kitchen table. Connie brought out the cake and served him a generous corner piece. “Welcome Connie” was still showing in the intact middle section.

“Eat up, you’re going to need your strength.”

“Does this cake mean what I think it means?”

“Exactly.”

Connie fluffed herself up adopting the persona of a rapper.

“Connie Lanier is IN THE HOUSE.”

“You live here? Full-time?”

“Yeah! Back there is my nest of depravity, boy, and 24/7 I’m going to be in that bed or thinking of that bed and imagining the next time you’re laying there naked—with your giant pole sticking straight up for me.”

“Fuck! Paula said yes?”

“She did, more importantly, she talked Aaron into it. I guess she conned him into taking in Connie.”

“You suck! I ought to smash this cake in your face for those things you say.”

“Absolutely not! It’s my party and I’ll pun if I want to. And you, my sweet, have to wait until our wedding day for any cake smashing.”

“Wedding? I’m 15 years old!”

“I don’t care. There’s no place in the world where second cousins (or whatever we are) can’t get married. Besides, if you didn’t want to marry me you shouldn’t have put your mighty tool into my pussy.

“I’m never gonna give you up! Any objections? Nah, I don’t care. You’re mine. All mine. You’re in Connie confinement, and now I have a cell to keep you in. Do you have anything to say before I pronounce your life sentence?”

“Um, ‘guilty,’ I guess?”

“Excellent. Want a Coke?”

“Yeah.”

She had a can as well.

A few minutes later, the cake was back in the fridge, the plate was in the sink, and they were back in the spare bedroom undressing. Then there was a little gaseous noise.

“You’re even cute when you belch, Connie.”

“Belch? OK, we’ll go with that. Good, you’re hard already. Let’s go!”

His eyes were locked on her while she struggled, bent over, tugging at her shoe. Her tits were wobbling as she balanced on one foot and finally freed her foot. Then she went to the nightstand drawer, tore loose a condom from the strip and tossed it toward him.

The big pump bottle of lube was already half empty because Connie was so liberal with her preparations. Necessarily so, because he was so aggressive with his thrusting. Already, once in the middle of the action she felt a tiny snap inside.

“STOP! Pull out!”

He was shocked to see his cock only half covered. They only used black condoms so the long half-black half-skin dong was striking to look at. But Connie was not amused as she eyed the drop oozing from the tip.

Being pregnant with an underage father was NOT in her plans, obviously. For the first time in their relationship, she was looking at Jim with his clothes off and not feeling turned on.

“Babe, just sit here on the edge, I’ll give you a blow job.”

Since then, she made sure to use extra lubricant. He was so massive that there was no loss of feeling while he plowed her. And, from his perspective, the way she clenched her pelvic muscles was just what he loved about their union.

For Jim, that first stroke, the insertion, was delightful. Her body resisted the intrusion as he pushed in through the pressure. And then, the gripping feeling as she resisted his first withdrawal. Connie moaned, it was all she could do.

As she was so snug, Jim moved in a slow deliberate strokes, enhancing the sensation they both felt on each thrust. And then he ratcheted up to the next level when he grabbed the ring of the condom for security and pulled all the way out then pushed back in.

Over and over, until he exploded and his partner could only gasp from her near-continuous orgasms.

It took five minutes before Connie trusted herself to speak calmly.

“You are going to kill me with that thing. No man will measure up to you, literally.”

Sadly, “You only love me for my prick.”

“Number one, Jim, that is a stupid word to describe your giant cock. Number two, we need to add to our relationship beyond the fantastic sex, I agree. We need to be together more, do more ordinary things as a couple. The very first part of that is that you’re going to start spending the night here with me.”

“That sounds great, but what about my Dad?”

“I know, you and I need to sit down with him. Your father thinks we are just dating, or maybe hooking up.”