SIDE STORY 4 (Part 5)

She trembled…….. Directly between her wide-open thighs, Dian positioned himself with a generous amount of space between them. The tip of his thick gl*ns touched the trembling l*bia.

“Mmmmm…….”

She had failed when she tried to insert him herself. However, the situation had improved significantly as his tongue and fingers thoroughly prepared the way…he loosened the v*gina.

“Aaah……!”

His gl*ns rudely pushed against her l*bia, rubbing it roughly. He was trying to be careful, and meticulous, but the fleshy sh*ft was stupidly large.

It was at this point that the beautiful, handsome Dian felt like a savage. His thick gl*ns forcefully stretched her l*bia.

“I’m sorry…….”

It was an apology that she couldn’t count how many times she had heard. Instinctively, she shook her head. His gl*ns managed to enter after stretching her l*bia forcefully, and then slowly the sh*ft followed. It spread apart the wet and sticky passage, widening it. The walls pushed outward in all directions, feeling sore and numb.

“Hmph, it’s too big……!”

“Does it hurt? Should I take it out?”

“No.”

She hastily answered in case he wanted to withdraw.

I said it was big, when did I tell you to take it out…….

Worried that he could stop the s*x at any moment, she reached out.

“Hmm, it doesn’t hurt. It’s just right.”

She mixed a lie with her words.

“Really? You said it’s the right size.”

“…?”

What does ‘right’ mean…?

Swallowing the harsh words, she nodded dryly. The long sh*ft still entered her bit by bit. With her passage stretched to its limit, she felt the pressure, and, to cover it, she pressed her br*ast herself. She gripped her br*asts tightly like reins, then stroked her n*pples with her palms.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Dian mimicked her, rubbing her cl*t again, and she took him in, concentrating on the pl*asure that flashed through her. The fleshy shaft slid all the way in, the tip pressing against the wall.

“Ha…….”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. The fleshy shaft stretched her open, filled to the brim. But it wasn’t all in, of course; she could feel the pole outside her v*gina. It was only connected to the flesh below, not to her body.

“Rienn, ease up a bit.”

She recognized the anguish in his voice. She was overwhelmed by his ridiculously large p*nis, which, if she had to place a fault, was Dian’s fault, not hers, but since it was impossible to shrink it, she instinctively relaxed to save herself and accommodate him. Consciously loosening the tension, she relaxed toward the entrance, conscious of the stiffness and the effort it took.

“That’s it, you’re doing great.”

Slowly, the thrusting began. The flesh shaft withdrew long then plunged back in reverse. As tight as it was, with skin and walls sticking together, the hard shaft scraping against her walls felt distinctly sharp. One hard stroke after another sent nerves racing to her v*gina, and it wasn’t long before the pl*asure overwhelmed all other sensations.

“Hmm, good, good…….”

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, right, mmm…”

It felt like only their junction remained in the world. Her passage and his flesh shaft only met at their ends, then deeply connected, repeating to become one. In the process, her walls and skin rubbed incessantly. The reddened mucosa became even redder and burned hotter. The densely packed folds seemed to spread out as the thrusting continued.

Arousal lengthened her passage, allowing her to accept him even deeper. Each thrust pressed against the wall where the leading edge met, a wall but with a tiny gap. With each thrust, a dizzying sensation of pl*asure shot through her. It was like a shudder, resonating from her womb to the pit of her stomach. 

Her eyes closed involuntarily, mouth agape. Her body couldn’t move, yet part of her consciousness wanted to accept the flesh shaft deeper and smoother. She knew the position optimized for that.

“Dian, ah, just a moment.”

“Huh?”

Instantly, all movement ceased. Gesturing for him to withdraw, the flesh shaft pulled out completely. A whimper escaped at the feeling of being emptied by the massive c*ck.

With akin to superhuman strength, she rolled over onto her stomach. She threw her *ss up in the air as if to beg him to f*ck her, forgetting any ounce of shame. He calmly synchronized his breath, and the momentarily absent flesh column found its place and pushed back in.

“Ahhh……!”

It was inserted diagonally from behind and the angle was smooth as ever. It was one of the positions they hadn’t been able to do during the long pregnancy, and it was the one she yearned for the most, so she automatically went for it. Dian grasped her hips on both sides and thrust.

“Is this the position you wanted to do this in?”

“Yeah, uh, during the pregnancy, we couldn’t.”

It seemed unsafe for the baby if her belly sagged downward, and it also strained her back.

“Yeah, right.”

A hand trailed up her body, fingertips brushing against her spine. She couldn’t see him while lying on all fours, but somehow, her back and b*ttocks seemed to tingle under his gaze.

With each pass of his fingers, her hair stood on end. Both hands now stroked her flat belly, then moved upward to knead her cold, firm br*asts full of milk.

“Mmm…”

Dian’s large hand massaging the soft flesh below felt wonderful. Milk sprayed in all directions, dampening the sheets. In the moist space, the scent of milk vibrated, making her head spin.

Leaving her n*pple between his fingers, Dian teased the milk stream with his fingers, sometimes flicking the n*pple, gathering the milk in his hand. Occasionally, his hands alternately move backward as if drinking the milk. Both hands massaged both br*asts, squeezing out the milk and twisting the n*pples with fingertips.

“Mmm…”

Simultaneously, vigorous thrusts erupted. The reciprocating motion was intense and unpredictable. Only the gl*ns rubbed relatively shallowly, teasing the spot it knew well, then ventured deep, traversing the distance. The gl*ns invaded the c*rvix, then retreated just before the entrance of the passage.

Her walls were scraped endlessly, and every time the head pressed against the c*rvix, a tingling sensation and a sense of fullness arose. As much as she was being squeezed, something wanted to come out the other side.

“There, there…!”

She whispered as the gl*ns rubbed against the deep passage.

“Here?”

Dian concentrated on that spot.

“Yeah, uh, mmm…!”

The gl*ns oscillated frequently between the c*rvix and the deepest point of the passage, the narrowest passage. Constant pressure and opening of the cervix led to explosions of pleasure. The excessively long and thick c*ck was in full swing, and the blunt gl*ns delved into the deepest point. The spread thighs trembled as if convulsing. She couldn’t even support herself with her arms and legs.

Feeling like crumbling, she laid her belly on the sheet. This was also a posture they often did, but it was impossible during pregnancy. She couldn’t press her belly, so even when sleeping, she couldn’t lie on her stomach. Dian skillfully penetrated her body, which was clinging to the sheet.

One hand spread her *ss cheeks to the side, as if to get a better look at the junction, the flesh sliding in and out. His fingertips slipped into her w*tness, and then he pulled them apart again. The wet flesh met the air, and thrusting between them felt vivid.

“You’re beautiful, Rienn.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant by beautiful, but she replied anyway.

“Yeah, yeah, ahh…….”

Dian released her b*ttocks and leaned his upper body forward. He slid his palm between the swollen br*asts and the sheet. Supporting the br*asts, he increased the speed of thrusting. As the passage was swept at maximum speed, cl*max quickly approached, and she kicked the sheets with her heels, writhing… then in an instant, her legs stretched out.

“!!!”

Her body rose, and tension spread to her calves and thighs. As she squeezed the flesh column, a sigh of relief escaped. Lingering in an indescribable cl*max, she eventually relaxed, and her whole body fell back to the ground as if in recoil. In response, her passage undulated, contracting continuously.

“Mmm…”

The aftermath of the cl*max was intense. Her mind felt empty, tears welled up in her eyes. Slowly… he made a soothing sound and spurred on. Her body, trembling in an attempt to pull him closer, shook as she lay down. Although she had already experienced it intensely, the friction of her walls continued to stimulate pleasure.

Her mind was hazy and blurry. As the flesh shaft thrust forcefully, finally, Dian ej*culated. The shaft twitched, releasing hot fl*id. Even though there was a thin barrier, the intensity couldn’t be ignored.

“Hah…….”

Continuing the thrusting and finally pouring out, the flesh shaft withdrew long.

“Hoo!”

It felt like her flesh was being scraped off at the longest distance.

“Rienn.”

She lay there panting heavily, but he flipped her over onto her back. As she blinked, trying to catch her breath, tears sprang to her eyes.

“Why are you crying?”

He didn’t seem surprised, knowing it was from pleasure.

“Because it feels good…….”

He simply leaned up and kissed the corner of her eye and licked the tear away. He left a kiss there and moved down to her chest, suckling on her br*ast. She couldn’t believe how much milk she was producing and how quickly it kept coming out.

She felt his tongue and lips on her, still in the throes of pleasure, her v*gina still spasming intermittently and her body twitching.

“Mmm, is that good?”

His lips momentarily left her, and his breath touched her skin.

“It’s good, really sweet.”

“You can drink as much as you want…”

Dian laughed, a vibration running through her body.

“Thank you, for giving me the water of life.”

“The water of life?”

“Thanks to you, I could drink it and live.”

“Ah, it was indeed the elixir of life for a while.”

“Yes.”

He lapped at the udder and sucked deeply.

It was a thing of the past now, and Dian hadn’t been sick since.

“I’m glad you’re healthy.”

He smiled and stood up, reaching casually to the nightstand. Retrieving a new condom, he applied it from the top down to his viciously er*ect shaft again.

“?!”

Wait, isn’t he too healthy?

“You didn’t want to do it earlier…….”

He had discussed plans to do it when she reached the eighth week of recovery or the hundredth day, but his actions and words contradicted.

“I don’t really mean it. I was just worried about you… But you seem fine now.”

“I told you I’m fine.”

“Yeah, and I’ve been holding it in for a long time.”

Dian leaned down like a giant beast and pinned her down.

The fact that he had been holding back was unexpected, as he never showed it. When she suggested taking off the black ring or just doing it when it hadn’t even been six weeks postpartum, he vehemently opposed it. Before pregnancy, they did it several times a day without any restrictions, so it was understandable that Dian had a hard time.

“Once more okay?”

“I can do it a hundred, a thousand more times.”

She lifted her arms and hugged him around the neck. She heard his clear laughter, and a column of flesh pushed into her empty, fluttering v*gina.

She loved this pressure, this fullness. She felt like she was one with Dian, meshed seamlessly.

“I love you.”

She smiled broadly at his soft voice.

“Me too. I love you, too, Dian.”

He lowered himself to kiss her. Sharing a deep and sweet kiss, their bodies pressed together.

She looked forward to tonight and the days ahead.

How To Heal A Sick Childhood Friend < Side Story END >