Jack tucks his now-flaccid (yet still impressively-sized) cock into his pants with a contented sigh before glancing out at you; he sees you holding yourself open, notices the come seeping out of you, and hikes an eyebrow. You can see the confusion in his eyes, just for the briefest moments, so you beckon him over with your free hand. "I need you to reach inside and hold my cervix open," you explain, breath short, chest still heaving. "If you don't, this - " you pat your distended belly, " - won't go away."<br/><br/>He nods, and his bewilderment is amusing, if not a little cute. Funny how much you've shaken him since this morning, but you're a good lay and you<em>know</em>it. Maybe it shouldn't be that surprising.<br/><br/>With a grunt, Jack manages to heave himself from his car and meanders over to you. He settles down onto his knees - sizes you up, his eyes still hungry, marveling at your vagina. After that slight pause, he reaches up, reaches into you - one finger, two, three, before long his entire fist is inside you. You moan, chest going tight, a spike of pleasure driving up from your abdomen - but he's far from finished. You kind of expected this from the get-go - it'd be hard opening your cervix with just one hand, so when he began slipping the fingers of his other hand inside you, you gasp more from pleasure than surprise.<br/><br/>It takes a little effort on his part, and you splay your legs as far apart as you can without falling over; you no longer need to hold yourself open, so you plant your hands on Jack's shoulders in order to steady yourself. After a moment, he manages to ease his other hand inside you completely - his knuckles rigid and fantastic as they stroked your inner walls. You can feel his fingers unfurling, searching, searching for the end - he slides his hands in further until you feel them bump into your cervix, and, and if this keeps up, you'll climax again -<br/><br/>He begins wiggling his pointer finger against the entrance to your womb, and your breath catches - oh,<em>God</em>- but, he manages to find the small hole and slips a finger through.<br/><br/>"H-hah," you gasp, doubling over. "Never - never thought I'd have - somebody finger my womb before - "<br/><br/>Jack makes a noise that's a cross between a laugh and a chuckle. With the one finger inside as leverage, he manages to slide the pointer from the other hand inside. The fact that - that Jack had gotten into the most intimate place of your body - so erotic, so kinky, drove you<em>wild</em>!<br/>You feel him begin to pry you open, and - even though he's gentle - it still hurts, just a little bit. The more your cervix is stretched open, the more fingers Jack slips inside, until - finally, all four - you feel a trickle of come slip out, past his arms, but it's not moving fast enough.<br/><br/>You could<strong>ask him to open you further</strong>, to spread his arms out as much as possible to let the come flow freely, but your cervix spazzes at the very thought. It'd definitely hurt (in a hurts-so-good sort of way), but it'd move a lot faster...alternatively, you could<strong>let things stay as they are</strong>and wait for the come to seep out.