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Braving it in the New World	By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 10090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from them. I'm just borrowing the boys for a while. I do own my original characters.

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Author's note: Thanks, Miss Cyn. That's a very generous offer. :) I appreciate the feedback very much.
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Donatello woke up to find a soft hand gently stroking his hard length. He felt so relaxed and sleepy that the handjob felt more like a massage than anything else. He stretched his big muscles and turned to look at his pretty wife.
“How’d you get that out of my shell?” His voice was deep and rumbly from sleep.
Charlie shrugged. “I just reached in and coaxed it out. It took a minute, but I got it.”
“I see that,” Don said with a chuckle.
He stroked her hair as she settled her head on his shoulder. Her belly was so big that she had a hard time getting near him. Her body felt too warm and she inadvertently elbowed him a few times while she shifted around in an attempt to get comfortable. She sniffled and wiped her eyes before she went back to slowly jerking him off. Don sighed and took her hand from his dick. He kissed it and then kissed her sweaty forehead.
“Are your hormones giving you hell?” he asked.
She nodded and wiped her eyes again. “I can’t decide if I want to have sex or burst into tears over nothing,” she said. “Sorry, Donnie… I know it’s weird when I look at your balls and cry.”
They both laughed a bit and Donatello ran a strong hand over her back and hip. She was only wearing a tshirt and panties. He slipped his hand inside her underwear and gently squeezed her bum. Her hand drifted back between his legs and she wound her finger around his tail. He let out a small moan and smelled her soft hair.
“Well, yeah, it’s a bit disconcerting, but I know you’re feeling pretty messed up lately,” he said. “It’s okay. I still love you.” He jumped in surprise as her finger brushed over a more intimate place.
“Sorry, Donnie,” Charlie said. “I was just curious.”
Don raised an eyebrow and looked down at her in the dark. “Did you not think I had one?” he asked.
“No, silly,” she giggled. “I was just wondering if you’d like that or not.”
“Er, not especially,” Don said. He relaxed as she resumed stroking his tail. “Is… is that something you’d like me to try with you?”
Charlie shrugged. “I dunno. I think about it sometimes.”
Don cleared his throat. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” He kept massaging her bum and he let his hand drift slowly lower to work on the upper part of the back of her thighs. Charlie let out a little whimper.
“What if it’s… y’know… gross?” she whispered.
Don cupped her bum again and slowly slid a thick finger between her cheeks. He dragged it gently over the warm pucker he found there and smiled to himself as she moaned. “We’re about to have a baby,” he said. “We’re going to do and see a lot of gross stuff together in the next few years. I can’t wait to see if I get barfed or pooped on before you.” He pressed his finger against the sensitive place and rubbed small circles over it. Charlie turned her head into the side of his neck and moaned.
“Do you like that?” he asked. She nodded and squirmed in his arms. Don smiled and kissed her deeply. “I don’t think it’d be gross,” he said. “But even if it was, I love you and I wouldn’t care.”
Charlie smiled shyly at him. “I love you too, Donnie,” she whispered.
She rolled carefully over so her back was to him and she rested her head on his hard bicep. Donatello pulled her close so her back was against his plastron and he caressed the curve of her hip before sliding his hand back into her damp panties. He pushed them down her legs and she toed them off. Donatello bent her upper leg at the knee and rested her foot on the mattress to give him better access. He reached between her legs and gently fingered her clit from behind. She wiggled against him and his hard dick settled against the smooth curve of her bum.
“You are so soft,” he said, huskily. “There is nothing softer in the world than your pretty pussy.” She mewled in his arms and he trailed his finger down to her opening. He slipped it inside to get it nice and wet and then he pressed it against her pucker. He would never admit to reading about this, but he’d done his research and he knew he had to stretch her slowly. He was a bit worried that his big fingers would be too uncomfortable. He rubbed the slick digit in circles again, only this time he kept adding pressure to the sensitive area. “Relax, honey,” he whispered. “Relax and push out a bit for me.”
He felt her muscles shift a bit and then his finger slipped in, up to the first knuckle. Charlie gasped and froze. “That feels big,” she said.
“Does it hurt?” Don asked. “We can stop if it does.”
She shook her head and squirmed a bit. “It feels really intense… keep going.” She held on to his strong forearm and held her breath.”
Don moved his finger in small circles and felt his finger sink slowly deeper as she loosened up. “I wish we had some lube,” he said.
“We do,” Charlie reminded him. “We got a free sample bottle with a box of condoms once. It’s still in the drawer.”
Don pressed a kiss behind her ear and carefully pulled his finger out. He turned and dug around in the drawer for a moment before he found it. He helped his wife pull her shirt off and then he smeared some on his finger and snuggled back in. This time, his finger slipped easily in. Charlie gasped and clutched his arm.
“Does it hurt?” Don asked.
“No… it just feels weird and a bit cold.”
Don tried to reach between her legs with his other hand, but couldn’t get around her belly. “Will you touch yourself for me?” he breathed into her ear. “Make yourself feel good, honey.” He watched as she dropped a hand between her legs and fingered herself. He gave her a moment to get excited and then he started to fuck her ass with his finger. His hips rocked against her soft cheeks in the same rhythm. He could feel himself leaking precum against her. Don kept a slow pace and Charlie let out a deep guttural moan that sounded like it came from the bottom of her soul.
“Oh Donnie, that feels good,” she breathed.
“How far do you want this to go?” he asked. “Is this enough or do you want me to try adding another finger?”
Charlie nodded. “I want more,” she said. “It feels so good.”
Don pulled his finger out and added more lube to it and to a second one as well. He had to reach both hands in front of Charlie to do it. She slowed her strokes down as she watched him. “Your dick is even bigger than those fingers,” she said.
Don nodded and pressed the fingers against her bum. “We might not be able to actually have anal sex,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.
Charlie arched her back and pushed against the fingers. “We won’t know unless we try,” she teased. She grunted as the fingertips pressed inside her. “That’s tight,” she gasped.
“Too much?” Don asked.
She shook her head. “No, just let me relax a bit.” Don stayed perfectly still and waited as she took some deep breaths and fingered herself some more. He slid his free hand up to her swollen breasts and palmed them. She groaned when his rough calluses grazed over her pink nipples. After a few minutes, he felt the ring of muscles loosen around his fingers. “Try it now,” she panted.
Donatello pressed his lubed fingers deeper into her. She was so tight that it felt like she was going to crush them. He pulled back a little and pressed in again. Charlie responded with a noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a shout. She arched forward as she came and Don let her slide off his fingers. He held her close as her body twitched and trembled.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she panted. “It was a different kind of orgasm.” She snuggled into his arms and reached back to stroke his length again. “I don’t know if I want to try to go the whole way tonight or not,” she admitted. “It was pretty tight.”
Donatello rocked his hips against the motion of her hand. He leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder. “Sure,” he said. “Why don’t we try it again sometime when you’re not pregnant?”
Charlie laughed and wriggled out of his arms. “Sounds good,” she said, as she got up on all fours. “In the meantime, why don’t we keep going the old-fashioned way?”
Don got up on his knees behind her. He gripped the base of his dick and rubbed the tip against her clit a few times before he slid it into her sopping wet opening. She was so wet that each time he slid into her, there was a slopping noise. It was pretty dark in the bedroom, but he could make out her image in the dresser mirror. Her swollen breasts and round belly hung below her. She’d braced herself on one hand, while she fingered herself with the other. Her juices ran down her legs and coated his balls. Donatello’s chest swelled up with primitive male pride. He’d done that to her… that was his baby. He was young and virile and his knocked-up woman was moaning his name… this was better than any fantasy he’d ever had.
“I’ve never seen you so wet,” he breathed as he rocked into her at a steady pace. He traced a finger between her cheeks and found her pucker again. It felt loose so he tried pressing a finger back inside. They both moaned as it slipped in. Don could feel it rubbing his dick through the thin membrane and his balls tightened. He slipped his finger in and out in time with his thrusts and then Charlie came again, coating him with even more of her shiny juices. Donatello gripped her hip with his free hand and thrust harder a few more times until he came deep up inside her.
They collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. Don pulled the blankets up over them and held her against his plastron as he kissed her. “That was so hot,” he sighed between kisses. He rested his sweaty forehead against hers. “I know you don’t feel very comfortable lately but, to be honest… I really get off on seeing you so pregnant. I love seeing your body like this.”
“Then you won’t mind doing this again,“ Charlie chuckled. She took his hand and moved it between her legs. She moaned as he stroked her.
Don smiled and kissed her cheek. So long as she wasn’t crying, he didn’t care if he ever slept again.
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