"Ah..." Michael finally let out a moan, the first and only sound other than his breathing.
His head lifted slightly, lips parting, a few sticky white threads connecting them, likely remnants of their recent kiss.
Michael’s hips were pressed tightly against Betty’s buttocks, their bodies joined so completely that not a trace of Michael’s penis could be seen—it was entirely "hidden" inside Betty’s vagina.
The only part left outside, his scrotum, was contracting intensely.
I could tell from the speed and frequency of these contractions how many times Michael was ejaculating.
His scrotum was contracting significantly, his semen continuously shooting deep into Betty’s vagina through the urethral opening.
You see, Betty and I had always wanted children, and she wasn’t using any birth control.
They weren’t using a condom either, so Michael’s semen could freely seek out Betty’s eggs, potentially creating a new life.
At that moment, my beloved wife Betty was receiving Michael’s "fertilization."
The fertilization lasted about half a minute before Michael’s scrotum reluctantly ceased its contractions, having given all its stored semen to Betty.
Betty, head bowed, quietly underwent the fertilization without any resistance.
After the fertilization ritual ended, Betty was completely drained of strength, perhaps climaxing more times than she knew during the process.
Normally, I could gauge Betty’s climaxes by the volume of her moans and her expressions, but their lovemaking was so intense that it was hard to distinguish the climaxes from the rest of her continuous, ecstatic moaning.
However, given the intensity, it was certain Betty had climaxed...
When the fertilization was over, Betty was utterly exhausted.
A fierce session of lovemaking had sapped all her strength.
Though she tried to support herself against the wall with her hands and keep her legs straight, she simply couldn’t muster the energy.
Betty’s body slowly collapsed like a bridge long in disrepair.
Michael, feeling her weakening state, tried to support her failing body, but he too was drained.
After wandering outside for many days and expending so much energy and semen, it was a struggle for him to even stand.
Despite his efforts to save Betty, he could only collapse alongside her, both of them ending up lying on the floor.
Michael’s hips remained pressed against Betty’s buttocks, his penis still enveloped by her vagina.
As they lay on the floor, Michael would normally have ended up on top of Betty, but in the last moment, he turned, and they ended up lying side by side.
Michael’s arm cushioned Betty, easing her fall.
"Ha... ha... ha..." Betty lay on the floor, eyes closed, hair a mess.
Despite her disheveled appearance, her naked beauty was undiminished.
She breathed heavily, savoring the afterglow of her climaxes.
With both lying down, Michael lay behind Betty, their genitals still tightly connected, now in a side-lying sexual position.
Michael’s penis, still clutched by Betty’s vagina, stretched out, coated with a frothy white fluid.
Though their sexual encounter had ended, their genitals remained tightly joined, as if reluctant to part.
Perhaps Michael’s penis didn’t want to leave, ensuring that the semen stayed inside, seeking another way to break through, ultimately rushing into Betty’s womb to find the eggs.
As the minutes ticked by, the two lay on the floor, still intimately connected.
About five minutes later, Betty was the first to open her eyes.
Clarity returned to her gaze, but it was clouded with immense fatigue from their intense lovemaking.
She slowly moved one hand towards her lower abdomen, her movements sluggish as if even lifting her arm was a monumental effort.
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When her hand touched her belly, it was slightly swollen, as if she were indeed carrying a child, though the bulge was actually due to the large amount of semen Michael had deposited inside her.
The climax had passed, and Betty regained her senses.
She didn’t turn to look at Michael; instead, she was overwhelmed with guilt, self-blame, and a growing sense of regret and fear.
Once Pandora’s box is opened, can it ever be closed again?
Perhaps Betty sensed she was on a dangerous path, one with no return.
Betty seemed downcast, unwilling to face reality head-on.
She tried to push herself up with her arms but lacked the strength to do so.
Meanwhile, Michael, a young and robust man, had regained some of his strength.
He watched Betty struggle to rise but did not help her.
It was unclear why he refrained—typically, a man, or rather a boy in this case, would assist a woman he had been intimate with, at least to show some gentlemanly behavior, but Michael did not.
After several failed attempts to get up, Betty gave up and decided to rest a bit longer.
Though she planned to remain lying down, Michael’s penis was still inside her.
Betty glanced down at her groin, seeing only her pubic hair and the slight bulge of her belly, but she could feel Michael’s penis inside her.
After a period of rest, not only had Michael’s physical strength returned, but so had his sexual vigor.
Michael’s previously flaccid penis slowly engorged again, stretching Betty’s vaginal opening that had begun to contract.
Betty, of course, felt all of this.
Betty awkwardly shifted her hips, attempting to pull Michael’s penis out of her.
With each small movement she made, his penis retracted slightly.
After a short distance, she managed to pull it out a bit, but she couldn’t continue because Michael had opened his eyes and regained full awareness.
He remembered everything that had happened and, realizing the uncertainty of whether this night was just a fleeting moment or the start of something more permanent, decided to seize the moment.
In the final seconds, he wrapped his hands around Betty’s slender waist, preventing her from moving away.
With a thrust, Michael re-entered Betty, pushing his penis back into her as a mix of semen and lubrication squirted from their joined bodies.
Betty let out a cry that sounded like a mix of pain and surprise.
Betty was not willing to give up so easily.
She reached for Michael’s hands on her waist, trying to pull them away.
But she lacked the strength, and even if she had it, how could she match the force of a man in heat?
As she struggled to move her hips forward while trying to pry Michael’s hands off, she was firmly held in place.
After several attempts, she had no choice but to use her upper body strength.
Facing Michael, she turned her head and looked directly into his clear, alert eyes.