Chapter 971: Not Allowed To Cum Inside

I felt my cock would spurt cum any moment now—the pleasure of Freya’s pregnant pussy was too much. Her hairy, swollen cunt gripped me like a hot, wet fist, every ridge and fold dragging along my cock with obscene, sucking friction.

The thick bush of dark curls scratched deliciously against my pelvis with every deep thrust, her fat outer lips hugging my base so tight I could feel them pulsing. Her inner walls rippled and clenched rhythmically—milking me, begging me to unload—while her engorged clit throbbed against my pubic bone like a second heartbeat.

I groaned through clenched teeth, hips stuttering as I fought the urge to slam balls-deep and flood her.

"Fuuuck... Freya... don’t clench it so hard... otherwise I might cum any time... your pregnant pussy’s too fucking tight... too hot... gripping my cock like it wants to drain every drop right into your womb... shit... I can feel your cervix kissing the head... one more push and I’ll be painting your baby... aaah—hold on—!"

Freya didn’t hold on.

She pushed down hard—impaling herself fully—my thick cockhead pressing right up against the soft, open mouth of her womb. One more thrust and it would nudge deeper, dangerously close to the child inside.

"Aaaaaah... fuck... Jack... I... I’m gonna cum... aaaaaaaaaahh...!"

Her pussy clamped down like a vice—walls spasming violently, hairy mound grinding against me as her whole body seized. Her thick nipples leaked harder, colostrum dripping down her swollen belly in white rivulets while her cunt gushed fresh slick around my cock.

I felt the pressure snap—balls tightening, cock swelling impossibly thicker inside her.

"I’m cumming—!" I growled, voice raw, hips bucking up involuntarily.

Suddenly, my cock was grabbed from the base—tight, firm fingers wrapping around the root and squeezing hard enough to stop the eruption cold.

Sofia’s hand.

"Don’t cum inside her...!" she snapped, voice sharp with authority, eyes flashing. "Not now. Not with the baby so close."

With that, Julie and Jessica grabbed Freya under the arms—pulling her up and off my cock in one swift motion. The wet

schlorp

of her pussy releasing me echoed through the room—followed immediately by a powerful gush.

Freya screamed—high and broken—as her hairy cunt squirted hard, a hot, forceful jet spraying across my lap, my thighs, the couch. Her swollen lips fluttered open and closed, thick squirt arcing out in messy bursts, drenching everything in front of her.

"Aaahhh—fuck—pulling off—my pussy—gushing—can’t stop—nnh—squirting everywhere—Jack—your cock—still throbbing—wanting to cum—aaah—my hairy cunt—empty now—aching—please—!"

Stella and Margaret rushed forward—helping Julie and Jessica hold Freya upright so she didn’t collapse. Freya’s legs shook violently—knees buckling—her pregnant belly heaving, tits leaking, hairy pussy still twitching and dripping in thick, creamy strands.

Carolina stepped in—voice calm but firm.

"That’s enough, Freya. You can have his cock as much as you want once you’ve given birth."

Emily nodded, hand resting protectively on her own round belly.

"Yeah, sister... once you’ve given birth... You can take it even deeper... let him breed you properly again... fill that hairy pussy until it overflows... but not now. Not like this."

Freya scoffed—half laugh, half frustrated moan—still trembling in their arms.

"I’m so jealous of you all..." she panted, voice wrecked. "You get to ride him whenever you want... get filled whenever you want... while I have to wait... my cunt’s so itchy... so needy... look at it—still leaking... still throbbing... my bush is soaked... my lips are hanging open... aaah... I want it back inside..."

Sofia—still gripping the base of my cock tightly—felt every desperate throb, every twitch as my orgasm hovered right on the edge, denied release.

She looked up at me—eyes dark, lips curved in a small, teasing smile.

"Poor husband... cock so hard... balls so full... ready to burst... but you can’t cum inside her yet..." She gave one slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip—making me hiss and buck. "Look how it jumps... how it leaks... so close... so denied... mmm... I can feel it pulsing in my hand... wanting to explode... wanting to flood a pussy... but not hers... not now..."

Freya whimpered—watching Sofia stroke me—her own pussy clenching on nothing, more squirt dribbling down her thighs.

"Please... husband... let me watch you cum... let me see it shoot... paint someone else... my tits... my face... my hairy bush... just... let me see... aaah... I’m still so horny... my pregnant cunt won’t stop leaking..."

The other women circled closer—eyes hungry, hands already roaming their own bodies.

Julie licked her lips.

"Someone needs to take that load... who wants it first?"

Sofia’s grip on the base of my cock was iron-tight — her small, skilled nurse’s hand wrapped around the throbbing root like a cock ring, squeezing just hard enough to block the surge.

My balls were drawn up painfully tight, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, every vein along my cock pulsing angrily against her fingers.

The head was swollen, dark purple, slit gaping, and leaking thick, clear precum in steady beads that dripped down her knuckles while she held me right on the edge of explosion.

"Fuck—Sofia—let go—!" I groaned through gritted teeth, hips jerking uselessly. "I’m right there—gonna blow—your hand’s choking it—aaah—shit—don’t squeeze harder—!"

Freya was still trembling in Julie and Jessica’s arms — her hairy pregnant pussy gaping open and twitching, thick strands of her squirt and arousal hanging from the matted black curls, swollen lips flushed and puffy, inner folds fluttering like they were still trying to pull something inside. She whimpered at the sight of Sofia holding me back.

"No—no—don’t stop him!" Freya begged, voice wrecked. "I need it—need his cum—please—let him fill me—!"

Sofia’s eyes flicked to Freya — then back to me — a wicked, knowing smile curling her lips.

"Not inside her..." she whispered, voice low and filthy. "But maybe... inside someone else..."

Before anyone could react, Sofia shifted — straddling my lap in one fluid motion. Her nurse scrubs were already hiked up around her hips, panties shoved to the side, her own shaved pussy glistening and ready.

She lined the swollen head of my cock up with her tight entrance — still holding the base in that merciless grip — and sank down slowly, deliberately, letting just the fat head pop past her slick lips.

"Aaah—fuck—Sofia—!" I gasped, head falling back against the pillow. "Your pussy—hot—so fucking tight—taking the head—nnh—don’t—don’t tease—!"

She moaned — soft, sultry — as she slid lower, inch by thick inch, her walls stretching wide around me until my entire length was buried to the hilt inside her clenching heat. Only then — when my cockhead was pressed right up against her cervix, kissing the mouth of her womb — did she finally release her grip on the base.

The moment her fingers let go, the dam broke.