Page 27 of Spunky

Something thick and hard presses against my darkest hole, and I take a deep breath. “Pookie?” I rasp, but he ignores me as he presses the thing in.

“Do ye know what today is?” he asks, and I shake my head. “It’s carrot day.”

I blink. Carrot day? Oh…carrot day.

“Is it? I didn’t remember.”

“It is,” he confirms. “And it’s your turn this year.”

I brace myself as he shoves the carrot deeper. Every year since the first time, we take turns fucking each other’s asses with a carrot. The first year, we tossed it. But the second one, he wanted to eat it. I’ve never been brave enough to do it, but it’s his favorite holiday meal.

He moves the carrot in time with his hips, and it takes me all of five seconds to teeter on the edge of an orgasm again. It’s my third one today. Not our highest by a long shot, but still impressive.

“Jeez, you feel nice,” he praises. My hips press back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I’ve never felt so good, so full. Between him and the biggest carrot I’ve ever felt, this is going to be the best orgasm of the day.

He works me higher, not holding back. I grip the bed sheets tighter in my hands, feeling more milk leak from my titties and soak into the fabric below.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I chant. “I’m so close!”

“Ye gonna squirt for me?” he asks in a deep voice, and I nod frantically.

“If you can make me!”

He doubles down on his efforts, his free hand snaking below my pregnant tummy to my clit. He strokes me hard and fast, playing me like a fiddle, and I feel it. The contracting of my lower stomach, the aching in my back, the way my entire body seems to vibrate.

“Here it comes!”

He moves his hand even faster, his hips moving at lightening speed, the carrot fucking me with a fervor I’ve never felt. “Squirt!” he screams. “Squirt all over me, Mommy!”

His words are enough to make my body convulse. A gush of liquid shoots from my sex, coating his body and our bed. His spunk quickly follows, then the carrot is yanked from me, a whoosh of air leaving that hole.

We breathe heavily for a moment, his prick still buried inside me.

There’s a cramp in my lower stomach and my eyes shoot open. Was that…? No. It can’t be.

But then there’s another cramp, and my stomach contracts again.

“Ian…”

“Yes, lass?” He presses kisses all over my back. “That was amazing.”

“I think my water just broke.”

THE END

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