"Hmmm," Wendy said, approvingly. "I wasn't thinking you'd be that brave. Come, then, inside." Wendy took a deep breath and relaxed, letting herself feel the echoes of her last orgasm.
Just behind Jim was Wendy's cervix -- a soft yet stiff little donut. There wasn't a visible opening at first, but as Wendy relaxed, Jim could see it appear. Soon it was big enough for him to squirm through. He touched the edge with his hands; it was warm and inviting, somehow even more so than her pussy. He tried sliding in headfirst, and was just starting to have second thoughts when Wendy bore down and contracted her vaginal muscles-- hard! -- and Jim found himself oozing rather sensually through the tight little opening.
After recovering from that trip-- almost better than sex itself! -- Jim decided to explore. Wendy's uterus wasn't a gigantic, empty round ball like he expected; instead it like a short, narrow passage that widened just before it came to an end, just enough room for Jim to turn around.
He saw Wendy's cervix from the inside, the hole in its center shrinking rapidly. Jim panicked, squirming as fast as he could toward the exit, but by the time he got there it was gone, sealed shut, a wall of impenetrable female muscle there instead.
Jim could feel Wendy move about: getting up, going to the bathroom, showering, getting dressed, going about her business. And, though Jim felt no need to breathe, somehow Wendy sustained him.
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