COFFEE WITH RACHEL – PART 6 Flash forward three months ..

COFFEE WITH RACHEL – PART 6 Flash forward three months “Scott, I need you to tell your wife that things between the two of you are going to be just fine. Better than fine, in fact. Tell her that you’ll always love her, and that she never has to fear the loss of you as a result of anything that happens in this bed.” Almost hypnotically, Scott repeated each and every word verbatim, with the exact intonation used by the Lord. I didn’t just hear the words. I felt them. And most importantly, I believed them. At that moment, I was filled with a sense of almost absolute disbelief on any number of various counts. First, I never in a million years imagined that my husband would be capable of even saying such things to me. But more than that, I couldn’t believe how primally natural it felt having Scott, my husband of 18 years, holding my legs apart for another man. But not just any man, obviously. It was the Lord. I was literally laying fully nude on my back with my legs splayed obscenely open for this giant, fully aroused bull. I momentarily blushed at the sight of my feminine lubrication literally percolating like lava from the tight opening of my vagina. I could feel the slow-flowing rivulets slowly glistened there way over my rectum toward the be sheets that lie just beneath. I was a bitch in heat for my lover. Oddly, there seemed to be not one ounce of awkwardness or discomfort in the moment. It was all so tender and beautiful at that point, and I wanted Scott to be there to experience it with me. I needed it. And for his part, the awe of being in the presence of the Lord’s mighty 6’10” frame with matching cock had my significantly more diminutive husband at complete heel. In fact, he not only seemed somehow content to be there, but almost as though he was an essential part of the entire experience. But it was the complete absurdity of literally being bred by the pinnacle of alphas that had me most in shock. My tight vagina was moments away from stimulating the Lord’s beautiful cock to orgasm. It’s tight grip would light the Lord’s brain as bright as a star, ultimately culminating in the release of a torrent of deep within my welcoming womb. Like Rachel, I too had been chosen to carry his offspring - and my sweet husband – my soulmate of almost 20 years – was there to witness it in all of its natural glory. It was then that the Lord lowered the tip of his perfect erection toward my glistening slit, gently gliding its sensitive underside across the slickened folds of my labia. I couldn’t help but delight in the soft moan that escaped my bull’s lips as he experienced his very first contact with my soft, feminine parts. But nothing could prepare me for the sensation that was to come. The Lord angled the tip of his magnificently bare penis toward my opening and slowly leaned forward until my soft, accommodating hole slowly enveloped.. and then completely swallowed… the head. I could literally feel my cunt gripping his coronal ridge. With his powerful arms positioned on either side of my shoulders, the Lord looked me in the eye. He said nothing, but the intensity smoldering beneath the surface of his gaze was enough to signal his selfishly masculine intentions. A split second later, I felt his hips begin to push forward even more – slowly driving the first inch of his shaft into my inviting pussy. I gasped at the sensation. The width was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Even as wet and swollen as I was for the Lord, it was wholly insufficient to prepare me for the feeling. Amazingly, I could tell that my slight discomfort from the tightness of my vagina was having a completely opposite effect on the Lord. His eyes quickly rolled toward the back of his head as he eased an additional inch into my stretched, aching cunt. The tightness that was causing my face to pinch as I squeezed my husband’s hand in a death grip was being experienced by the Lord as the kind of loving embrace that would soon take him over the edge into climactic bliss. Until finally, the Lord found himself with every inch of his manhood buried completely inside of me. It was at that point that he began to fuck. But the pace was measured. The Lord was fucking me slow. Graciously allowing me to feel every inch of his glorious penis. Every vein and ridge. There was no surface within the interior of my vagina that could escape making contact with the Lord’s alpha-class dick. And in addition, with each slow stroke the Lord’s cock was pulling my clit downward and into the interior of my vagina – ensuring that it too was under direct and constant stimulation. And between each of those two competing sensations, I began to slowly lose my rational mind. Within one or two minutes from the moment of initial penetration, every slow stroke from the Lord was resulting in one massive orgasm after another. The Lord maintained his methodical pace through each orgasm, which somehow seemed to extend the duration well beyond anything I’d experienced in my life up to that point. After my 6th or 7th massive orgasm, the Lord grabbed me by my jaw with one his massive hands and directed my gaze toward that of my husband – who, in all honesty, I’d forgotten was even in the same room. “Tell him,” the Lord commanded firmly. “Tell him he can never give you this.” And without missing even a single heartbeat in the interim, I did. Quite candidly in fact. “Scott… I’m so sorry,” I said almost pleadingly as the love of my life stared transfixed into my eyes. “But you can’t give me this. I don’t think there’s any other man who can…. Oh my god!”… I trailed away in conclusion as the massively thick shaft embedded itself into me yet again. Ironically, as gentle concussive waves rippled through each of my fat breasts in unison with every thrust of my lover’s engorged penis, I’d somehow never felt closer to my husband. In truth, we were rapidly approaching my insemination beneath our powerful Lord - Along with the final and utterly life-changing orgasm that would come with it. But little did I know that soon afterward I would also be developing a primal bond with Scott that would almost rival the one that was currently being cemented with the massive bull taking his pleasure between my legs.