No! Not entirely unresponsive! Sophie had gradually become aware of a slight movement under the rumpled sheet. She had dismissed it at first as just being her imagination, but as she spoke to him further it had become undeniable. Sophie had looked downwards. The sheet immediately above David's groin was distended. Not upwards, like a tent, but towards his chin as if something large was growing there. Sophie had been afraid. What was happening? Her mind had initially leapt to wild imaginings of the damage the accident could have done to his stomach and intestines. Was he rupturing? Was he dying before her? Full of fear and trepidation, Sophie had slowly lifted the sheet, terrified of what she might find below.
Suddenly she had burst out laughing with deep felt relief! David was not about to die in her arms. Far from it! She had pulled the sheet down further to look at his body. It was scarred certainly from the many operations he had unknowingly undergone, but what had gripped her attention entirely was the undeniable fact that David had an erection. A real, living, and utterly huge erection! It had not been there when she had arrived, Sophie was sure of that. She had made it happen – not Sara, Sophie! David was going to be all right, she now knew for certain. He was going to come back to her!
Sophie had sunk back into the chair as if a huge weight had been lifted from her. She smiled for the first time since the accident and allowed her hand to pass over her secretly-pregnant belly as a warm, satisfied feeling washed over her.
No, not a satisfied feeling! Far from it! She had a yearning which the sight of David's erection for the third time in her life had just made far, far worse.
For the following five days, Sophie had visited David by night, watching for the erection that now always arrived as she talked to him. By day, her yearning for his body had grown and grown until it occupied her every waking thought. After two days, she had been unable to resist touching the huge, slumbering beast, wondering at its warmth and the animal power within it. Her dreams had been full memories of her David's taking of her virginity and the next night she had deftly slipped her hand under his sheet to gently stroke the mighty organ as it lay on David's belly. It felt good.
The next night, feeling bolder and driven by her increasing desire, she had stroked it more firmly, then had taken it into her fist to hold tightly. Closing her eyes, Sophie had felt its heat and strength in her fingers. She squeezed it and felt it pulse in her palm. She slid her hand up towards its head, his smooth ridge touching her index finger, then back to its base until David's wiry pubic hair brushed against her wrist. She slid her hand up again, then down again, each time relishing the feel of his hot flesh against her.
Sophie's hormones swirled around her, driven by the growing new life in her womb. She pumped David's huge erection slowly. It couldn't be true, could it? Surely nothing that size had ever managed to fit inside her own slender body? Unconsciously her other hand dropped between her thighs and her finger stroked her young tender vulva through her panties.
And yet they
had
done it – twice – and it
had
been with David and it
had
felt so, so, so good!
Sophie remembered the night he had come to her, so upset. How he had smelled of whisky and anger and had taken her roughly, breaking through her weak resistance and into her virgin body. She remembered the fear, the pain and finally the incredible pleasure he had brought her – pleasure made even more acute the next morning when, far from waking alone as she had half expected, David had greeted her, kissed her and made love to her for a second long, slow, passionate time.
Unknown to Sophie, her passionate remembrances were having an effect on her body – and particularly her hand. Without realising it, she had begun to pump David faster and harder, her grip tighter, not noticing how the head of his cock was swelling until, to her astonishment, she felt David's mighty erection throb and pulse violently in her hand. She relaxed her grip suddenly, thinking she had hurt him.
Sophie's hand and arm were flooded with semen as David's otherwise inert body climaxed. His breathing had barely changed, but his cock pulsed wildly, the sticky white fluid rapidly spreading over Sophie's fingers and arm. She felt repulsed, then horrified. How could she explain this?
Aware of strengthening feelings between her own thighs, Sophie glanced down at her hand. Her fingers were damp and there was a dark, wet patch on her panties. She felt her chest tighten and her breathing slow. She looked again at David's exposed, naked, still body and the huge, now softening erection.
Sophie covered David's body with the sheet and quickly washed her hands in the sink before hurrying from the room. She hoped nobody had seen her leave.
*****
All the next day, Sophie couldn't keep her mind on her work. The picture of David kept springing back into her consciousness, always accompanied by clear, undeniable feelings from her own body. She didn't dare go to the hospital that night, expecting to be challenged by the nurses or accused by David's family – who still didn't know she even existed.
Sophie barely slept that night, and what sleep she did get was troubled by dreams – dreams of David taking her; of his body; of her body; of the baby inside her. She needed to talk to him. She needed to be with him. Her hands stroked her tummy. Could she feel it swelling already? Her fingers slipped lower to between her thighs. She touched herself lightly, then more firmly. She slipped a finger between her outer lips, then her inner lips. She slid a fingertip into the soft warm wet passage that David had filled so wonderfully with his incredible cock.
Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. It was as if she had always known. She would wait until the following night – if she could.
*****
It was dark outside. Sophie waited in the hospital foyer, watching the lifts carefully. She looked at her watch, then back at the lift door. Finally, after what seemed half a lifetime, she saw an attractive young couple with a double buggy leave the lift and make for the sliding doors. Sara, Sam and the twins were going home at last. David would be alone.
Sophie crossed to the staircase and began to climb the stairs. No lifts – the lift doors opened onto the ward reception and anyone could see her arrive. No! Sophie wanted to arrive secretly and the stairwell was tucked away at the end of the corridor. She hurried up the stairs to the third floor and silently pushed open the fire door. She listened, then peered round the edge. There was nobody there! The coast was clear! Sophie slipped noiselessly into the corridor and, keeping to one side, slipped along the wall to the door of David's private room. She looked once again, up and down the corridor, then silently slipped inside.
The room was quite dark, with just a single night light glowing on the bedside cabinet. She stepped softly across to the bed and paused, listening. David was breathing steadily. He was relaxed. A look of determination crossed Sophie's face and she hurried across the room where silently turned the key in the door. The bolt shot home with a satisfying subdued clunk. She turned the lever and watched as the single glass window pane turned opaque.
She was now truly alone with David. She returned to his bedside and stroked his soft, scarred face.
She kissed him once on his cold unresponsive lips, then slowly, sensuously pulled down the clean, white sheet leaving him naked and helpless on the bed before him.
A sly smile of anticipation spread across her face as she raised her short skirt and slipped her fingers inside her damp panties. She lowered them to her knees, then to the floor, noticing the dark wet patch and enjoying the feel of cool air on her moist vulva. It was alright. It would be good.
Sophie paused for a minute, partly to steel herself for what she felt driven to do, partly to admire the athletic body of the man she desired so badly. She saw his well developed chest, his slim waist, and his muscular legs which even three months in bed had not damaged. She saw his scars, almost healed and his peaceful face, but most of all she saw the enormous erection lying across his belly.
With great care, Sophie climbed gently onto the bed and lifted her left leg over David's still body. She watched his face carefully for signs of distress, but there were none. She moved her whole body over his until she was crouching on all fours above him, her face above his, her vulva above his erect cock.
Taking her weight on her left arm, Sophie reached down between her thighs with her right hand until her fingers touched the head of David's hard cock. A shiver went up her spine as she felt it's smooth, warm head in her hand. She slid her fingers further down and felt the hardness of its thick shaft. Slowly she lifted the head and slid her body backwards until the tip of his cock touched the puffy outer lips of her engorged vulva. She gasped in anticipation, the fear of discovery adding to the tightness in her chest.
Slowly, slowly she pressed herself backwards and onto David's erection.
The firm smooth head gently parted first her outer, then inner lips until it passed into her waiting wet passage. Its huge girth stretched her youthful vagina tightly. Sophie gasped with excitement and with the anticipation of more pleasure to come. Closing her eyes, she pressed herself further backwards, feeling the uneven roughness of his shaft slide slowly past her sensitive lips while the head reached deeper and deeper into her body. Sophie's long blonde hair fell forwards, shielding her face and, as her arms trembled and bent with the desire her body emanated, it brushed lightly over David's face.
Bracing herself against the sheets with one hand either side of David's head, she pushed herself backwards again. Gasping, Sophie felt herself all but impaled on David's mighty organ. She knew there was more – much more to come and already her body was shaking with arousal and pleasure, demanding fulfilment. Soft panting sounds passed her lips and with passionate determination she drove herself firmly backward, squealing with surprise as the last few inches of David's cock rammed into her tight pussy.
Sophie paused, unable to distinguish pleasure from pain, feeling a firm pressure high up in her belly as David's huge erection twisted her cervix cruelly. Tears began to form in her eyes as the memories of him taking her virginity flooded back, along with vivid body-shaking memories of the heights of passion she had reached the morning after when he had truly made her his. She pushed herself upright, on her knees, straddling his body, and after gathering her breath, began to raise and lower herself on his cock.
