We’ve been together two years now, in love and in lust. We see eye to eye on so many things it’s scary, and we can and do talk about anything with each other. Until you, I didn’t even imagine my best friend and my lover could be the same person. This has been the happiest time of my life.

The only point of contention between us is babies, and even that’s just a matter of timing. We both want them, at least two and maybe three, about a year apart. But you want to start more or less now, and I think it would be wiser to wait until at least one of our careers advances to the point where we can move out of our crappy little apartment and into a decent house.

I suspect that if the rest of our relationship weren’t so incredible, this would be a source of serious strife. It’s not as if we’re kids any more; I’m 33 and you’re 31, and we’re both aware that your time isn’t infinite. I know we can’t wait much longer for promotions or other opportunities to present themselves.

A complicating factor is that that the idea of baby-making sex turns us both on immensely.

Six months or so into the relationship, you got some porn spam email we both thought was creepy, and I wondered out loud how such weird unsexy things seemed sexy to some people, because even my craziest fantasies were still all about fucking. Then, of course, you were dying to hear what my craziest fantasies were, so, after some hesitation, I told you I thought a lot about getting you pregnant.

For a few seconds, I thought I had made a terrible mistake, but it turned out you were merely speechless because you couldn’t believe how lucky you were. You’d been waiting for the right moment to tell me you thought a lot about getting pregnant by me. Apparently, we’d both been quietly pretending for months to be making babies, and a few minutes later we were having the hottest sex ever, even though we were both well aware that you were on the pill. Since then, we’d run some variant on that fantasy once a week or so, and we didn’t seem to be wearing it out.

Anyway, that’s how things worked until a few months ago. We’d been discussing the possibility of actually making babies for the twentieth time, and arguing about it wasn’t going to help, so I suggested we try to find a compromise, not having any idea where that might take us. You were a step or three ahead of me and had a proposal ready. We could simply change which one of us was responsible for birth control. You would go off the pill and I would have to provide an alternative, and if it failed (or I failed), then so be it.

We agreed to let me think about your idea overnight, but in bed that evening you didn’t quite play fair. To be clear, I loved it, but it still wasn’t fair. You drew on all that fantasizing we had done together and whispered in my ear about how much wetter and hornier you would be in the middle of your cycle if you weren’t on the pill. You told me you thought I would like knowing your body was ready to make a baby, and I would probably cum harder and longer and… Yeah. Just talking about it like that made the sex that ensued feel a little more true, and I could see how it would be better the more real it got.

See what I meant about that complicating factor?

In the morning, I agreed to your proposal as soon as we were both awake, and the discussion that followed got us so horny that we had our last impregnation fantasy sex. Right afterward, you got up and walked to the bathroom, dumped your birth control pills into the toilet, and gave the toilet a triumphant flush. I can still close my eyes and picture you standing there smiling, a creamy rivulet of our cum running down your inner thigh.

We’ve been using condoms since then. We tried some other things, but they’re messy and complicated and take too long. When I say “we,” here, of course I mean me. When we have sex, it’s clear you don’t have a care in the world. My cock usually oozes precum well before we fuck, and it’s amazing how little smears of that stuff end up just about everywhere. Being the one who has to make sure none of it gets near your pussy makes things less spontaneous. And of course rolling on a condom before we fuck is not just a distraction. I had forgotten how distant it feels, and you can forget about any hot talk about my cum deep inside you, because that’s all-too-obviously not going to happen. Still, when sex is not the best it can be, it’s still pretty good, so I’d be a fool to complain any more than I have.

But sex has actually improved in one way since you went off the pill: You’ve gotten back in touch with your whole cycle, and, to my delight, you’ve told me about it. The last time you ovulated, you felt it, and you were right about what I’d think of that. Talking about what would happen if we fucked without a condom got me rock hard and you soaking wet. And I loved knowing that all it would take for us to make a baby would be for me to enter your bare pussy with my bare cock, something I knew you were more than eager for me to do, and let instinct take over. I honestly don’t know how I managed to get the condom on that time.

That was about a month ago, and for the last few days you haven’t been pulling any punches. You’ve been on a business trip, but you’ve texted me in the middle of the work day to let me know how wet you are for my cock or that you’ve been imagining the feel of my cum inside you. On the phone at night you’ve told me you’re super-horny because you’re in the middle of your cycle, but no, we’re not going to have phone sex because you want me to save my load for when you get home. Damn. I can’t decide if that’s cold or hot. Maybe both. All I know for sure is that my balls already feel like they carry a huge load and I walk around all day hyper-aware of every unintentional caress from the knit cotton of my boxer-briefs.

An hour before quitting time today, you text me that you’ve arrived home from your trip and wish I were there to help in the shower. The rest of work and my commute home drag on forever, but finally I open our apartment door to find you standing barefoot on the carpet in a sheer black negligee. The door shuts behind me and my woman stands before me horny and fertile, hoping that right here and now we’ll do the most natural thing in the world. I feel my cock begin to stiffen rapidly.

You step to me and methodically remove my clothes, allowing my full balls and semi-erect cock to swing free, and as you help me step out of my shoes I wonder if you’re getting wet for me already. Soon enough, I’m wearing even less than you, and you stand again. While we kiss passionately, tongues dancing, one of my roaming hands finds its way between your thighs. With my index finger I stretch the crotch of your panties to one side and let my middle finger explore beneath. I am rewarded with your moist outer lips, which I gently part to discover your inner folds already slick and getting slicker at my touch. I always love feeling you get wet for me, but I’m inspired by knowing why you’re so wet so soon this time. Almost instantly my cock is so hard it stands nearly straight up against my belly.

I hook my thumbs under the waistband of your panties, break our kiss, and squat, pulling your panties down over your wide hips. Once you step out of them, I pull you by the hand gently but insistently down toward the floor with me, and we soon find ourselves lying side-by-side on the plush carpet. We kiss again as my fingers slide slowly between your pussy lips, smearing your juices up and over and around your swollen clit. You close your hand around my rigid shaft and slowly stroke, and soon a pearl of precum emerges for you to swirl around my cockhead. My balls feel so full they almost ache.

Neither of us has much patience for this, but this time you’re the one to break our kiss to whisper. “I need you inside me.”

I hesitate. There’s no condom at hand, but I do badly need to fuck you…

“Please… I need your cock inside me now.”

I quickly make a deal with myself: I’ll pull out just before I cum. There can be a few sperm in precum, but usually only if you’ve shot a load recently, and I haven’t cum in days, so it should be safe.

I roll over on top of you, and you spread your legs eagerly, knees up. I can feel my cock between us, and… Yes, my shaft lays between your swollen, slippery pussy lips. I slide up and down as we kiss again, teasing you but also hesitating again. Am I really going to do this? It feels so good so far, and it would be so easy to just…

“In,” you plead. “Please…”

I slowly shift my hips back farther until the head of my cock slips down between your warm, slick folds and lodges at your entrance. I’ve just oozed precum inside you, so now I might as well push in. I feel you stretching open around my cockhead, your wonderful wetness enveloping me for the first time in months.

“Yes,” you breathe. “All the way…”

In short pushes, I slowly penetrate you to the hilt, letting my balls rest against you. This is where I should be. I belong here. I can feel the length of my cock full of precum, and it must be flowing slowly but steadily into you, and that worries me a little, but I have to admit it also feels right.

I hear your whisper again. “Are we… Are we gonna…”

“I’m gonna pull out.”

You’re visibly disappointed. “Oh, honey, don’t do that. Just let it happen.”

“No, I’m gonna pull out,” I say again.

“Well, OK, but at least fuck me a little? Your cock feels so much better this way…”

That much is definitely part of my hastily constructed plan. I slowly withdraw until only my tip is inside you, and I feel your warm juices cooling on my cock for a moment. Then I slide all the way back into you, and I feel your hands on my ass, pulling gently. I like feeling your pussy gently squeeze precum out of me.

I withdraw from you almost all the way again and let you pull me back in a little harder and faster. Yeah, I remember this. This is good. This is how it’s supposed to feel. We settle into a rhythm, me thrusting down into you and you pushing back up, until we can both feel the tip of my cock just barely nudging your cervix at the bottom of each stroke.

I feel a familiar pressure building behind the base of my cock, but I’m in control of myself. I know I can pull out before I cum, though of course part of me doesn’t want to, and I remember that hearing from that part of me turns you on.

“Don't… wanna pull out… Wanna… cum inside you…” I say.

You’re not sure what to do with that. “Oh, honey…”

“Wanna… shoot my sperm in you… make you… pregnant…” And, just for the record, I’m not lying.

You go with it. “Then do it, sweetie… Cum in me…”

“Can't… Gotta… pull out…”

“Oh, cum inside me, honey. Let it happen. Shoot your sperm in me…”

I don’t respond, but I don’t stop fucking you, either, and that pressure behind the base of my cock is building faster now. A tiny little voice in the back of my head is saying it would be smart to pull out a little too early, like now, than pull out too late. But your voice is much louder.

“Honey, give it to me… Shoot your seed in me… Gimme your baby… Make me pregnant…”

Suddenly, I’m over the edge and instinct seizes control. I throw myself deep into you, and my cock and balls begin to spasm as one, spurting warm, creamy semen into your willing, fertile pussy. I feel my essence stream into you as long, strong jets of my potent seed spatter against your cervix, pooling beneath it. And, as my orgasm begins to subside, I feel yours arrive, rhythmically squeezing every last drop of my cum into you as you shudder and moan, pussy squelching softly but lewdly with our mixed juices.

As I come to my senses, I realize not only have I failed to pull out of you in time but that it feels like exactly the right thing to have done. I’m happy I failed. I’m happy to be buried balls-deep inside your well-fucked pussy overflowing with my cum. And most of all I’m happy to know millions of my sperm are right where they belong and almost certain to succeed in their search for your egg.

“Don’t worry,” I say after a few moments. “I don’t feel tricked. I feel… awesome.”

You smile. “I knew you would.”

For months, I’ve been overhearing you chat with your girlfriends on the phone. You keep it quiet, even whispering sometimes, but I don’t talk on the phone much, so I guess you couldn’t know how well sound carries over the partition between our cubicles. I try to stay focused on my work, and I like to think of myself as a person who wouldn’t invade someone else’s privacy, but I admit it: when you talk about sex, it gets my attention.

Right now, I’m pretty distracted from the report I’m writing because you’re complaining to one of your friends that you’re in the middle of your cycle and horny as hell and frustrated you have no boyfriend you can pounce. I wouldn’t believe women say these things to each other if I hadn’t heard it with my own ears.

I remember overhearing you mention a few days ago you’re not on birth control, and I feel my cock begin to stir in my pants. I can’t explain why, but knowing a woman is at peak fertility has always turned me on.

And what’s this? Who’s Mr… Oh, I get it. That’s the name you gave your vibrator. You’re telling your girlfriend you’d rather go home and spend some quality time with Mr. Right Now than endure the office party we’ll all be stuck attending tonight. I silently thank whatever forces arranged for women to be so frank with each other about sex.

Fast-forward a few hours, and the work day is finally over. Well, for some definition of work anyway; I’ve been daydreaming about you on and off all afternoon. I get up from my chair and step over to the gap in your cubicle and knock. I announce it’s time for us to go to the annoying fake party to let the bosses think the company is one big happy family, and I suggest we carpool. You agree on all counts.

In the car, the talk is all strictly safe-for-work. We discuss how late the project we’re working on has run and how stupid management must be to think that we’re showing up to this party because we crave more face-time with our co-workers. I feel lucky my cock isn’t tenting my pants, because at every lull in the conversation I think about how good your pussy must smell. Yeah. Once I’m turned on, I don’t turn off easily.

Upon arriving at the bar and grill where the party is being held, we’re quickly separated by co-workers drawing us into banal conversations about quarterly results and rumors about management politics. I see you across the room from time to time, and I notice after a while it seems that if you’re talking to a woman you look bored and impatient, but if you’re talking to a man you’re paying attention, not necessarily fascinated but maybe wishing you were.

When we finally bump into each other again, I see you’ve had about as many drinks as I have: not enough to shout at a manager who richly deserves it, but definitely enough to relax your walk and loosen your tongue. You mock-grimace and complain that we’re stuck here for who-knows-how-much longer, and we discuss how bad it would be to be seen leaving first.

I couldn’t tell you why, but suddenly I decide to take a risk. "Of course, the real crime here is that I’m being deprived of valuable jacking off time.“ I can pass this off as a joke if I have to, right?

You laugh knowingly. "Yeah, you and me both.”

What? I can see by the look on your face that you’re more surprised you said that than I am. You look at me a moment, choosing your next words carefully.

“Well, it’s not as if there’s a good term for what girls do. ‘Jilling off’ just sounds lame.”

“Point,” I say. “But you know what’s really lame? Two horny people going home alone.” So much for passing this off as a joke.

You laugh again. “If you thought leaving first would look bad, think about leaving first together.”

“Another good point.” I raise my drink. “But I might be past caring.”

“Well, then,” you say, and just like that you put down your drink and pick up your purse. "Shall we?“

• • •

Somehow we manage to get to my car without touching, which is wise because I’m parked in view of the restaurant windows.

As soon as we pull away, I feel your hand on my thigh. I let you see me smile as I feel my cock’s first response, but I keep my eyes on the road until the first red light, when I look over to see you watching me expectantly. I place my right hand just above your knee and let my fingers play along your inner thigh as you part your legs. As the light turns green and we accelerate, my hand pushes against the hem of your flannel skirt and your hand steals over the fly of my slacks, discovering the outline of my stiffening cock. I’m driving toward the office, but you have a better idea. "Left,” you say, and I start to follow your directions.

By the time we arrive outside your apartment building, my slacks feel confining as you cup your hand and stroke my erection slowly through the cloth, and your skirt is bunched between my wrist and your waist as my fingers tease you through your damp panties. I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine, and for a moment we just sit there in the dark, stroking and listening to each other breathe. “C'mon,” you say, finally, and turn to open your door. I do the same, and soon we’re in your building’s elevator, turning toward each other as the doors close.

We kiss urgently, my hands on your ass, pressing us together, and I enjoy knowing you can feel my hard cock against your belly. Soon enough we’re on your floor and inside your apartment and you’re leading me straight to your bedroom, where your unmade bed awaits.

We turn to kiss again, and my hands are behind you, unzipping your skirt and shucking your panties down over your hips, letting it all fall to the floor. I can hardly wait to feel how wet you are, and when my hand slides around between us, you spread your stance instinctively, and my fingers encounter your gloriously slick folds. I quickly lay my middle finger between your sopping lips and slowly drag it up and down as our tongues entwine and you moan faintly.

My cock strains to be released from my slacks, and you do me that mercy, unbuttoning and unzipping and pushing my slacks down along with my boxers. My cock stands at rapt attention, and I realize it’s been about a week since I’ve cum, because my balls feel full and heavy. In fact, I bet… Yes, you grasp my cock in your hand and slip your thumb up over my cockhead to smear the pearl of precum that has already formed there.

As if we had planned it, we part to remove our shirts, and then I quickly reach behind you to unhook your bra and reveal your generous breasts, dark nipples already at attention. We kiss again and soon find ourselves lying on our sides on your bed, each with one knee up. I swirl my tongue around your firm nipples while my fingers smear your slippery pussy juices up and around your clit. With one hand you slowly stroke my rigid shaft, and with the other you cup and gently squeeze my swollen balls.

Your ragged breaths are turning to moans and your hips are starting to buck under my fingers relentlessly circling your clit. “Don’t stop,” you say, a hint of desperation in your voice, as if there were a chance I would. “So… close…” And then you’re over the edge, pressing your pussy against my fingers, your whole body tensing and releasing again and again, until you finally you lift my hand away. “Too much,” you laugh nervously, and I release your nipple from my mouth just in case.

You haven’t let go of my cock, thumb and forefinger closed tightly around it, but you’ve understandably been paying it less attention. Now, when you resume those wonderful long strokes, you’re rewarded with a slow but steady ooze of pre-cum from my cockhead, which you smear down my shaft and use as lube. It feels exquisite. “Oh, god,” I moan, “So much…”

“I noticed,” you say. “Whatever shall we do about that?”

I don’t answer right away, but after a few moments of enjoying your caresses, I can’t wait any longer, and I reach down between us to guide your hand and my cock toward your swollen pussy lips. “This,” I say, anticipating your reaction. I’m sure we’re both thinking about the natural consequences of fucking, so I’m pleasantly surprised when you take my cue and pull me the rest of the way, then rub my cockhead up over your clit, down to your flooded entrance, and back again. I have never felt a woman this wet for me before, and I love it.

After a few seconds of this teasing, I roll us over so you’re on your back, knees spread, with my hips poised over you, cock pointing right at your pussy. We lock eyes as I lower and shift my hips so my cockhead finds its way back to your dripping slit. I press in a little, shift my hips again to find the right angle, and then I’m sliding into you in short, slow thrusts. I gasp and you bite your lower lip as we both feel every ridge and vein of my cock enter you. Your warm, slick pussy juices coat the full length of my shaft.

I slowly withdraw from you almost all the way, your pussy clinging to me, and then I slide back in again in one long, smooth stroke. "So good,“ you breathe, looking up at me. I start a slow, steady rhythm, and I find your hands behind my ass, lightly pressing inward so that each thrust is a little harder and faster and deeper than the last. I feel a familiar pressure building behind the base of my cock, and your moans are getting louder and more insistent.

It’s not like I’ve tricked you into letting me fuck you without a condom, but I definitely feel like I’m getting away with something. Here I am, thrusting my bare cock deep inside your unprotected, fertile pussy, oozing pre-cum and getting ready to spurt the real thing. Of course, this happens all time whenever two horny people lose control of their lust. But for me, right now, it’s more than that. I’m not just looking forward to getting off and trying to forget it might make you pregnant. I’m actually hoping to… No, that’s not it either. I’m trying to make you pregnant. Yes, part of me only wants to get off because it feels good, but another part of me thinks that’s just a bonus, and what I really want is to mark you and make your belly swell with my child. There’s something about this my conscience doesn’t like, though it isn’t sure what to do about it right now.

I don’t say all that out loud, of course, but I do hook my elbows under your knees and lift, then drive myself into you as deep as I can, my balls resting against you, and… Oh! The tip of my cock… Yeah, this is definitely as deep as I can go. I stop thrusting and begin to grind against you, just barely nudging that spot.

"Feel that?”

“Mmmmmmm,” is all you say.

“Feel me deep inside you?”

“Mmmmmm, yes,” you say as I keep grinding, “So… deep… I think… you’re touching my… cervix…”

“Yeah,” I say, “That’s good. That’s perfect.” I’m alternating grinds with the shortest of strokes now, always staying deep, trying to rub your clit with the base of my cock and keep my cockhead close to your womb’s entrance. Your moans shift higher and the pressure behind my cock grows.

My conscience finally figures out what it wants: “This is where… I’m gonna cum.”

“Mmmmmmm, yes.” Does that mean I’m home free?

My conscience can’t believe it and the part of me that wants to impregnate you suddenly agree I should say more, but I don’t want to ruin this, so I just keep alternating grinds and deep, short thrusts until we’re both approaching the point of no return.

Finally I give in and say more. “Gonna shoot my sperm inside you…”

“Yes,” you moan.

“Gonna fill you up…”

“Mmmmmm, shoot it,” you say.

“Gonna… gonna make you pregnant.” There. Full disclosure.

“Oh, god… Do it! Do it!”

You begin to spasm around my cock as I spurt warm, sperm-rich semen into your fertile, unprotected pussy. My cock and balls surge in unison, jetting ropes of seed against your cervix. You shudder and gasp as I shoot every potent drop of cum I have, coating your walls and pooling deep within you.

When we return to our senses, I’m still rock-hard and buried in your creamy pussy to the hilt.

“MIllions,” I say.

“It’s a good start,” you say.

We’ve only known each other a couple of weeks, and we’ve only had sex twice before, so I can hardly complain that I need to wear a condom when we fuck. After the last time, you told me you’d be restarting your prescription for birth control pills, but the world we live in requires a doctor to sign off, and I accept that can’t happen instantly.

You surprised me, though, when you complained about the condom. Of course you crave the skin-on-skin contact, but then you told me something I’ve never heard a woman say in the real world: You love cum inside you. Actually, what you said was “I love sperm in my pussy. Feels awesome."  Damn. I already thought you were hot, but now?

Anyway, I’m a grown-up, and I can be responsible and wait, and I would rather fuck you with a condom on than have you jerk or suck me off bare. I guess I am just wired to like it best when I’m thrusting deep into you, sometimes slowly as we kiss, then fast and hard when it feels like you need it, and then slow again so it doesn’t end before either of us wants it to.

Now I almost stop, buried in you to the hilt, grinding the base of my cock against your clit, and an idea jumps into my head. I lean down and whisper in your ear: "Let’s say there’s no condom.”

You don’t miss a beat. “Mmmmmmm,” you purr. “Is your bare cock inside me right now?”

I withdraw a little and push back in before answering “Yeah, all the way.”

“Are you gonna shoot your cum inside my pussy?”

I pull out almost all the way before plunging back in. “Got a big load for you. All for you.”

“Oh, God,” you moan. “You’re gonna get me pregnant.”

Whoa. Did you just say …? I haven’t forgotten I have a condom on, so I don’t panic. Still, it’s a moment before I ask “What?”

“I’m right in the middle of my cycle,” you say.

“So if I cum inside you…”

“You’ll be getting me… pregnant.”

You don’t sound at all unhappy about the prospect. In fact, the tone of your voice and the joy on your face tell me you’re downright elated. I know that you know that I’m wearing a condom, but somehow you’ve shifted into a fantasy and are clearly loving it. I feel your pussy getting slicker as I slide my thickening cock deeper inside you.

I smile and ask “Is that what you want?”

And then, as I begin a long downthrust into you, I feel it: The condom breaks. There’s a dull, muffled pop and a feeling of… “Oh, God,” I say, eyes flying wide. The feeling is exquisite, ten times more intense, and for the first time I can feel how truly drenched your pussy is, coating the full length of my shaft as I penetrate you. The burst condom bunches up at the base of my cock.

I have the presence of mind to stop as I bottom out in you, balls deep, and I see your eyes go wide too as you realize what just happened. “Oh, God,” you echo, staring up at me. My cock has never felt so hard, and I picture my cockhead nestled up against your cervix. And then I notice your hands behind my ass, pressing ever so lightly. We lock eyes, gulping air with open mouths, stuck.

“Yes,” you say, finally.

“Yes what?” I ask.

“You asked if… I want you to get me pregnant.” I don’t know what to say. A moment passes. “Yes,” you say again.

“I…” I am still at a loss for words, but I feel a rush of adrenaline hearing yours.

“I want you to… fuck me with your bare cock and… shoot your sperm in my pussy… and get me pregnant.” Chaos erupts in my mind. It’s the best and worst idea I have ever heard. Despite my inner struggle, you must see something in my face you like, because you smile up at me knowingly while your words loop endlessly in my head.

“C'mon,” you say. “Let’s do this right.” Your hand pushes up against my chest gently but confidently, and I withdraw from you and kneel, thinking maybe you’ve changed your mind. My cock is still rigid, standing proudly up and out from my body, glistening with your juices. The condom hangs in tatters from its ring, and you sit up and deftly roll the ruined thing off of me. “Much better,” you say, and I think you must be about to replace the failed condom with another.

Instead, you close your thumb and forefinger around the root of my cock and begin to firmly and slowly stroke upward. It feels good, but you have another purpose. “I want to show you,” you say, “how much I mean it.” As your fist nears the end of my cock, a pearl of pre-cum emerges from my cockhead, and you catch it on the fingertips of your other hand. Leaning back to make sure I can see, you smear my pre-cum between your pussy lips, which still gape slightly from earlier. “Mmmmm,” you purr, “Even wetter. Feels good.” You release my cock, lean back, open your arms, and say “Now come here.”

I lower myself between your legs, feeling crazy but also terribly sane at the same time. Am I really going to do this? Of course I am; it’s the most natural thing in the world. I can’t do this, and yet I reach down, grab my cock, and drag the head between the slippery folds of your pussy, sliding up and over your clit, teasing. You close your eyes, let your head fall back, and breathe.

Finally, I let my cockhead slip down and circle your entrance once more before I slowly push you open again, focusing this time on every bare millimeter of delicious contact. Your pussy welcomes me back, not stretching so much as accommodating, opening to me just enough that I slide in all the way in with one long nearly effortless stroke, yet somehow tight enough to make me worry I might shoot right now.

Once I’m back in you all the way again, you say “Yeah, that’s right. Much better without that… thing.” I start to grind against you, and our tongues dance in our mouths while I wonder if I can make you cum rubbing your clit this way. But you’re impatient. You break our kiss to say “Honey, I need you to fuck me for real.” I guess you know by now that I can’t help but give you what you ask for.

As I pull my cock from within you, I feel your pussy clinging to me, as if you can’t stand my leaving. I plunge back into you firmly, and as I feel my full, heavy balls come to rest against you, I remember I haven’t cum in days. “I really do have a big load for you,” I say.

“Are you gonna… shoot it in me?”

“All of it,” I say. “Deep inside you…” I’m thrusting into you slowly and steadily now.

“Oh, God… Oh, God… Please…”

“Please what?” I love hearing you say what you want.

“Please shoot your sperm… in my pussy.”

“And… Why?” I’ve learned you like answering, too, but I’m driving into you faster now, balls slapping gently against you, so it takes you a while.

“I want you… I want you to… make me pregnant.” There it is. It scared me just a few seconds ago, but now it makes me…

Oh, God. The familiar pressure behind the base of my cock that tells me I’m getting close just got a lot stronger, and instead of scaring me it makes me want to share it with you in every way.

“Gonna cum… in you…”

“Yes!”

“Gonna… Oh, God, I'm… Unnnnnh…"  I drive myself deep inside you and stay there, my cock quickly swelling and hardening even more than I thought possible. You feel me spasm as sperm-rich semen spurts the length of my rigid shaft and into your unprotected pussy. Jets of my warm seed spatter against your cervix, and immediately millions of my swimmers begin seeking your egg.

Then, as my orgasm subsides, I feel your pussy rhythmically squeezing my stiff cock, and I realize you’re cumming hard, squirting your sweet girlcum over both of us. You bite your lower lip as you shudder and gasp, and I think of your cervix dipping into a pool of my sperm.

When we both return to earth, I laugh. "Nobody can tell either of us we’re afraid of commitment, now, can they?”

I need a break from work, and for some reason having an erection seems like a good idea. Did an elaborate specific fantasy suddenly jump into my head? No, I’m just thinking: I like it when my dick is hard. Things are simple and easy.

And now I’m aware of my balls, how full and heavy they feel, and I realize there is a good reason for that; I haven’t cum for a few days and I have a big load stored up. Am I thinking about how it would feel if I shot that load? No, not yet. I just enjoy knowing the load is there, that I have been making it for days, carrying it around with me. Though it’s all I know, I do like being a member of the sex which makes sperm.

My cock is already a little thicker than normal; I can feel it against my underwear. It’s been listening to me think, but I haven’t yet given in completely to enjoying myself. I reach down and begin to stroke myself through my jeans. Yeah, this is a good idea. Let’s do this.

I get up and walk over to the computer and log in to the Tumblr account I use to follow porn. My dashboard does not disappoint. I scroll past image after image of cocks, pussies, cocks in pussies, and my favorite, pussies full of cum.

My own cock is swelling and definitely needs release from its denim prison. I unbutton my jeans and slip a hand under the waistband of my boxers to grasp my shaft. My hand feels cold for a few moments, but somehow that doesn’t seem like a bad thing. It just makes my cock feel hot, and a hot cock feels ready. With my other hand, I open my jeans and push down my boxers far enough to expose my balls, and now I hold my stiffening cock out from my body and stroke it slowly.

Quickly, now, I am rock hard and straining and already starting to leak pre-cum, nature’s second-best lube, and I smear it up and down my shaft. Yeah, I was right. This much pre-cum this soon tells me I have a huge load ready to shoot, and I can feel the size of my load in my balls, too. When I cum, there will be ten or twelve spurts, long and strong.

Yeah, I am thinking about cumming now. How could I not? I’m in no rush, but let’s face it: I’m a guy and I like to shoot my cum. And yeah, now I have something specific in mind, the one place I want to shoot: deep inside your pussy. One hand still on my cock and the other gently pulling and cupping my balls, I close my eyes and imagine…

I’m driving myself deep inside you, balls deep, cockhead right up against your cervix. You and I both know that every time we fuck I do my best to get you pregnant. The only difference today is that I know you’re ovulating and you’re whispering in my ear: “Do it… Cum in me… I want your baby… Make me pregnant…” I press my cock deep in you, grinding against you, and suddenly I’m cumming, shooting my sperm in their millions right where they belong. Each exquisite spasm seems endless as I spurt every drop of warm, sperm-rich semen I have into you, filling you to overflowing…

My girlfriend and I were lying in bed on a Sunday morning, getting each other worked up. We’d both awoken horny, and it wasn’t long before her little hand was wrapped around my thick, rock-hard cock, slowly stroking, occasionally smearing a bead of my precum down and around the shaft. Her pussy coated my fingers with sweet slickness as I circled her clit and occasionally slipped inside her to tease her g-spot.

“God I wanna fuck you,” I told her as I rolled over between her spread legs. She smiled as she reached with her free hand into the bedside table drawer for a condom.

“Oh, no,” she said, frowning and showing me an empty condom box. “We’re out.” She wasn’t on any birth control and we both knew she was in the middle of her cycle. Her hand left my cock and cupped my balls as if she were weighing them. They felt full and heavy. “And it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

I nodded and looked down at my thumb as it smeared her pussy juice up from her entrance and over her clit. “What should we…?” I didn’t need to finish my question. I knew she wanted to me to fuck her as badly as I wanted to fuck her. Maybe more.

“You’re in charge,” she said.

What? I looked up at her. Didn’t she understand? Was she really leaving the decision up to me? My confusion must have been written all over my face, because she said it again. “You’re in charge.”

I felt a surge of adrenaline. “But if I… You could…” I stammered. She said nothing, but she closed her eyes and parted her lips, focusing on what my thumb was doing to her clit.

After a few moments, she whispered “Don’t stop.” Was she talking about my thumb? I didn’t know what to do. We hadn’t ever talked about making babies, but I loved her, and the likely consequences of fucking her didn’t make me want to fuck her any less.

She released my balls and closed her hand around my cock again, this time slowly stroking toward her, gently aiming my cock at her glistening pussy just a few inches away. As my own hand reached down to guide my cock so its head pressed against her clit, we both gasped, and soon I couldn’t believe I was sliding my bare cockhead up and down and around her clit as I told myself precum doesn’t usually have very many sperm. “Mmmmmmm,” she purred.

“I’ll just… I'll… I’ll pull out, OK?” I said.

“Oh,” she breathed, considering my decision. “In, please…”

When she asks me to fuck her like this, my cock always swells just a little thicker and longer and harder. But this time it also told me she was less worried than I was about what we were doing. I slid my cockhead down and circled her entrance, and I couldn’t remember when she’d been wetter. She moaned as I teased her. “In… In… In…” she begged.

Finally, it was time. I began to slowly slide the length of my stiff prick into her tight pussy, little by little, in small pushes. It felt incredible to bury myself in her warm, slippery folds, and my mouth fell open to gulp air as I bottomed out in her, balls-deep. I’d somehow forgotten this would feel ten times better without a condom. It was the way it’s supposed to be.

She opened her eyes, and as we looked at each other I could tell she was amazed as I was. She sighed and said “I want you inside me forever.”

I smiled a wobbly smile and said “Mmmmm, yeah, this is where I belong, right here.” I ground into her and she sucked in a breath sharply.

“I can pull out,” I said, and she shook her head, half-worried, half-frustrated. “No, not now,” I said, “not yet, but… later.” She nodded slowly with a resigned look.

“But I don’t think…”,  I continued as I began to slowly withdraw from her, “I don’t think you want me to pull out.” Her mouth made an O shape, and I could’t decide if she was reacting to having been discovered or the feel of my cock pulling at her pussy. When my cockhead was the only part of me inside her, I slid back into her smoothly in one long slow stroke. It felt exquisite, and the experience was lighting up parts of my brain I didn’t know I had.

“And I don’t think,” I said, starting another out-and-back-in stroke, “that I want to pull out, either.” Her eyes went wide, but I could tell it was less fear than awe. 

“Oh, God,” she said. “You could… Oh, God,” she moaned as I bottomed out in her again.

“I could cum inside you.” I leaned down and closed my mouth over hers and our tongues met. After a few moments, I broke the kiss and looked her in the eye and told her: “I could get you pregnant.” I ground against her again, wondering how close the tip of my cock was to her cervix.

“You…” she started. “I… Do you want that?”

I grinned. “I definitely want to cum inside you.”

“Mmmmmm, yeah, but I mean…” she trailed off.

“Do I want to get you pregnant?” I asked. She nodded. I withdrew almost all the way again and plunged back into her a little more forcefully this time. I placed my hands on her shoulders, pressing her to the bed, and started a rhythm, thrusting my rigid cock deep into her drenched pussy, slowly but firmly, letting my balls nudge her as the root of my shaft stretched her open just a little more on each downstroke. “Yes,” I said, “I want to get you pregnant.”

“Oooohhhhh,” she said, her face flashing between joy and awe and lust. She put her hands behind her thighs and pulled them up and out, tilting her hips to let me fuck her more deeply. “Oh, God,” she said, “Do it.”

“Do what?” I asked her. Of course I knew already. Of course.

“Cum inside me,” she said. “Cum inside me and… get me pregnant.” The look on her face told me should couldn’t believe she said it… but she loved saying it. And those new parts of my brain loved hearing it. It felt as if my whole life had led up to this. I was finally doing what I was born to do.

I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her, and we both started to moan at the bottom of each thrust. I could feel a trickle of precum slowly but steadily flowing the length of my cock and leaking into her fertile pussy, and now I felt a wonderful freedom from worry about it.

A familiar tension was building behind the base of my cock, and I could tell from her tone she was near cumming, too. I thought of her pussy convulsing in orgasm, her cervix dipping into a pool of my sperm-rich semen, and suddenly I was over the edge. I spurted jet after jet of warm, creamy seed the length of my throbbing cock against the back of her fertile pussy. And, as my climax subsided, I could feel hers starting. Her pussy gripped my cock again and again in time with her sighs, as if she wanted to squeeze all the cum from me, as if I weren’t eager to give her every pearly drop.

I thought I could not have been happier. For the first time in my life I had delivered my swimmers where they could do their job. But then she told me she wanted another load of my sperm in her just as soon as I was ready. And just seconds after she said it… I was.

I love every stage of you getting and being wet. Details? Absolutely.

We stand close and kiss, my hands on your ass, and I think of you feeling your pussy begin to moisten. As my lips surround one of your nipples and my fingertips trace trails up from your inner thigh to your most sensitive places, you shudder slightly, and I know you can feel yourself getting slippery inside.

Usually, I lay you down and let my fingertips play lightly over your labia, and you feel moist until I part your inner lips, breaking your seal and revealing to me your wet need. As your hand closes around the shaft of my cock and begins to slowly stroke, my own fingers detect a rush of heat and slick juices. I love that my cock stiffening for you makes you wetter, and I can’t help but think about why: You’re getting ready for us to fuck. Knowing this makes me rock-hard within seconds.

But sometimes, at first touch, I discover your inner folds open and drenched, your pussy full of warm, slippery-sweet nectar. I realize you’re in the middle of your cycle, and I smile and whisper “Soooooo wet.” You nod slowly as I raise my fingers to my mouth to enjoy the subtle taste of you now. “You’re ovulating soon, aren’t you?” You nod again, biting your lip, and my balls feel fuller and heavier, my cock thicker and longer, and the urge to fuck you starts to take control.

You’re impossibly soft against my cockhead as I drag it between your pussy lips and smear your warm juices up, parting the hood of your clit. With my hand, I squeeze out a few drops of my pre-cum to mix with your wetness and bathe your firm button. Then I slip down to circle and tease your entrance, reveling in how your slippery juices can cover me so quickly, easily, thoroughly.

Finally, I’m slipping into you with short strokes until my cock is buried, balls deep, in your soaking pussy, and I feel the full depth of your heat. When I briefly pull almost all the way out for the first full stroke, your juices coat my length, cooling, and I’m proud to wear the proof that you want me.

And, finally, even if we can’t make a baby every time I shoot my sperm inside you, at least the super-slick cream that envelops my cock and overflows your pussy is us, mixed.

For the last few weeks, I haven’t been writing much — well, smut, anyway — because I haven’t had much time. And why would I? I have a new girlfriend. She’s been out of town a couple of days and won’t be back for a couple more, and now is the first time in quite a while I’ve gotten horny without knowing I would see her in a few hours or the next day. But more about that later. As you read this, keep in mind that it is a true story. Everything in it happened and nothing is exaggerated. This will become more and more difficult to believe the farther you get into the story. I hardly believe it myself — and it’s my life. The only liberty I took was to depict my thoughts as if they occurred in words. For those of you with busy hands, don’t worry; there will eventually be sexytime consistent with the tags.

I found her on the internet, or rather she found me. She hadn’t bothered to fill out her online profile well; she had skipped that and instead sent me a message that got my attention. Her profile did have one photo, but in it her back was to the camera and other than the fact that she was not morbidly obese there was really nothing to see. That was fine, though, because her profile said she sought friends only, not sex or romance. If she and I had chemistry, it only would have gotten in the way. I never asked her for a better picture and she didn’t volunteer one, though my own profile was lousy with pictures, and I made sure to mention to her that they were fresh and accurate.

Another reason I didn’t care how she looked was that it was a tremendous relief to just be able to be smart with her and watch her more than hold her own. Brilliance can be attractive, and she’s definitely brilliant. She’s a world-class intellectual, and I don’t mean that as hyperbole; I mean there’s evidence to support my claim which I wish could share with you. And it’s readily evident from her words.

We corresponded a few weeks, about one message each day, trying to impress each other with our mutual cleverness, of course, and apparently succeeding. I figured if the relationship never advanced beyond this it was still rewarding enough to continue. But eventually we did agree to meet for dinner at a restaurant. It didn’t carry the potential of a date, but I figured at worst it would be an interesting conversation and a good meal, so why not?

I got there first and staked out a table, and few minutes later in walked a blindingly gorgeous young woman. She was graceful and athletic, but there was also a dollop of dorky in the mix. I remember thinking: It’ll be interesting to see who this one sits with. After scanning the room with her eyes, she looked at me and smiled. What? And then she walked over to me. Huh? And addressed me by name.

Holy shit. This was her. This was the woman I had come to meet. And she was far more beautiful than any woman with whom I have ever had a conversation of more than a few seconds. I later learned she has a background not only in athletics but also dance, and yes, modeling, and all of that shows, so she has the objective merits nailed, if that’s your thing. But more importantly for me her face and body push every button I have. She’s as tall as me and she’s my type. My mind is thoroughly blown.

We sat talking and eating and drinking, and it went on a lot longer than I would have predicted. About halfway through, I realized she has an adorable mannerism when she gets into talking about a topic that’s important to her. She gesticulates and her lustrous long hair falls into her face and she doesn’t push it aside because she is making an important point, and dammit, who has time to think about hair? Well I did, of course. I was only listening, not talking, and during that moment I realized I wished she were looking for something more than friendship. In fact, I started to think the chemistry thing might indeed get in the way of a friendship.

We both had other things to do later that evening, and the expectations for this meeting were limited anyway — it was not even a date — so we paid the bill and walked out to the parking lot, and when we got to my car I turned to her and said “This is me…” and thought to myself: Now is the moment you say the thing about how this was fun and maybe we should do it again some time. As I started to say words to that effect, she turned to me and stepped in close and looked into my eyes and… Was I still talking? Maybe. What was I saying? Who knows? And why would I still be talking when… And then suddenly we were in each other’s arms, kissing, hands roaming, and it went on far longer than necessary for a first goodnight kiss. We stood in that cold parking lot more or less groping each other, tongues in each others’ mouths, for probably two minutes. I was faint and dizzy with desire for her.

She broke our kiss and said “Let's… get in the car?” So I deftly unlocked it and opened the back door for her and we tumbled inside and became tangled in each others’ limbs, kissing. Before long, she unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs to stroke my already semi-hard cock. If this was her idea of mere friendship, I was ready and willing to sign up. A second or two later, she had my cock so hard it almost hurt.

I pulled up her skirt and hooked my index finger into the leg-hole of her panties and pulled them aside to give my middle finger access to … Wow. I could sense how moist she was and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I decided to start carefully anyway, teasing around her outer labia, and she moaned into my mouth at the contact. Soon, she reached over to direct my middle finger between her inner folds, dragging long strokes between them, and I discovered not only how she wanted me to touch her but why: Her pussy was already sopping wet. I gave her more of what she’d shown me and was rewarded with insistent moans.

I knew from our weeks of messaging we were closer to her office than her home, so after a few minutes of this I said “We should go to my place, huh?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and nodded. We tried to keep our hands off each other enough so I could drive safely, but it was a difficult few minutes until we arrived. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening, and I frankly felt things had spun just a little out of control in the best possible way, but I managed to avoid spoiling the moment by talking about it. I could’t see any point in formalities when it was so clear what we both wanted to happen next, so I led her straight to the bedroom.

Before falling to the bed together, we feverishly undressed each other, leaving us in our underwear. We kissed and caressed for hours, and somewhere along the way we got completely naked. She turned out to be an enthusiastic cocksucker and I found the scent and taste of her pussy phenomenal, intoxicating, delectable. In fact, I hungrily swallowed as much of her cream as I could get, which I had never been inspired to do before. But I didn’t write this blog entry to tell you about the foreplay.

I was on my back and she was lying atop my right side kissing me and slowly stroking my rigid erection with her right hand, lubed with her spit. My thighs were apart and she was pulling my cock up toward my chin so I could feel the air on my balls, and they felt full and heavy and ready to do their job. She broke our kiss to ask “Do you want me to suck you some more?”

“No,” I said. “I want to be inside you. Right now.” I used a deadly serious tone I could’t remember using before. The words seemed involuntary, as if someone or something were using me as a puppet, but I also meant them completely. I had never before been so aroused.

Without missing a beat and keeping her eyes locked with mine, she sat up, laid back, spread her legs, and raised her knees. Her nipples were stiff with anticipation, her beautiful pussy folds glistened with her slick juices, and I could hear a little flutter in her breath. Quickly I found myself between her thighs, cock poised to enter her. She looked down between us and smiled a funny little smile which I now know to have been a mix of joy and awe at what was about to happen.

Not for one moment did I think about a condom. Not for one moment did I think to ask whether she were on any birth control. I did, however, think to myself: I clearly want this woman so badly that my rational mind is almost completely offline. And: This is clearly how babies get made. And then, as if sensing danger, some part of me in a loud mental voice shouted: “So what? I will seize this moment. I will fuck this woman and cum inside her.” I was filled with a determination I had never felt before, though I have felt it many times since.

I grabbed my cock and dragged the head between her engorged inner labia, starting just above her entrance, then up and over her clit, and back down again, over and over, ever so slowly. Her eyes rolled up and she moaned loudly as stroke after stroke left my cockhead coated in her wetness. I knew I was leaking pre-cum and smearing it into her, but to me that only meant I was making her slicker, getting her more ready to fuck.

Although she didn’t speak, the look on her face pleaded with me to enter her, so one last time I slid my cockhead down from her clit, between her warm, wet lips, and finally let it lodge just outside her entrance. I paused there to make sure I could see her face, and to my pleasure she locked eyes with me as I slowly but firmly opened her with my bare cock. I pushed into her drenched pussy, millimeter by millimeter, in one long, almost agonizing stroke. Her eyes grew wider as I drove deeper, and when I bottomed out in her I realized just how badly she had needed me to fuck her for this to have been possible.

My balls had come to rest against her ass, and they felt heavy and swollen with sperm, and before I could even finish asking myself whether she wanted me to shoot all that sperm in her as badly as I wanted to shoot it in her, I had my answer from that loud mental voice: “Thinking bad. Fuck her.”

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I withdrew almost all the way from her pussy, which clung to me as if she were desperate to keep me inside her. When just the tip of my cock remained within, I slid back in, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by her warm, welcoming folds and enjoying her amazed, euphoric expression. Although she still didn’t speak, I could tell that, like me, she could scarcely believe what we were doing and it was actually more exciting for that.

As we fucked more urgently, my thoughts alternated between the exquisite feel of her bare pussy perfectly surrounding the length my bare shaft and the climax building behind and just below the root of my cock. On each downstroke, my balls slapped lightly against her ass, their fullness reminding me how much sperm I would soon release deep inside her. Though I knew what this might mean, it not only seemed like a risk worth taking but the risk itself added to the excitement; not knowing what might happen seemed true and right and natural and…

“Oh, God,” I said. “Oh…” These were the only words available to me. I felt the imminence of my climax surge and I began to throw myself ever more deeply into her, the base of my straining cock stretching her pussy and grinding against her clit with each frantic thrust. The look on her face told me my fierceness was scaring her in a way she liked, and then I was cumming in her, powerfully spurting my sperm-rich semen deep inside her willing cunt. Spasm after spasm wracked my cock and balls in unison as I shot thick, strong jets of my potent seed against her cervix, bathing it. This was what I had been born to do; I could feel it.

As my orgasm subsided, I collapsed atop her, gasping heavily, and she enfolded me in her arms, clutching me to her, raining a flurry of kisses on my neck. I stayed as deep in her as I could, and when my cock finally stopped pumping my cum into her of its own accord, some instinct prompted me to consciously squeeze whatever remained deep inside of me out and into her where it belonged. She purred in my ear as she felt each soft pulse of my hard but still cock inside her.

We didn’t speak of the risks we had just taken and the excitement they brought us.

But we gladly took those risks again the next morning.

We’re well-fed and fresh out of the shower on a Friday night after a long work week, warm and clean and content on our living room couch. We’re both wearing pajama pants, but I haven’t bothered with the shirt and you haven’t buttoned yours, which I suppose I should have realized meant something interesting might happen tonight.

We didn’t expect this when we chose it, but this evening’s movie has a very hot sex scene, and, at its climax, I feel your hand press lightly against my belly a moment and then slide slowly down until your fingertips slip under the elastic waistband of my PJs. I turn my head slightly, surprised, wondering what kind of look might be on your face, and I find your eyes locked on the screen, lips slightly parted.

Your thumb and forefinger encircle the base of my cock and slide upward, dragging it up until we make a tent in the lightweight cloth and there’s room for all your fingers to close around my stiffening shaft. By the time the scene ends, your stroking grasp has made me rock-hard, and I push my pajama pants down around my ankles and spread my knees to give you better access. You seem content to slowly stroke my erection as the movie continues, keeping me stiff and distracted, and you don’t look away from the screen or say a word.

I’ve never been one to keep my hands to myself, and before long I’m eager to learn how wet your pussy is, so I slowly slip my hand underneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You part your knees as my fingertips pass over your curls, and my middle finger begins to… Oh, my. I find your inner labia already parted, engorged, and slick, and my finger slips between them and is quickly coated in your juices. Your breath catches in your throat as I smear your sticky girl-cum up and around the hood of your clit.

I grab the remote and press the pause button and we continue to stroke each other toward bliss a few moments, listening to each other breathe but still not speaking. I notice my pre-cum has begun to flow and you’re using it to lube the head of my cock. Finally, I turn my face to you and say, softly: “Hey, you… Did you see something you liked?”

“Sort of,” you say, turning your face to mine. “I just… In the movies, they never fumble around with condoms… nobody talks about birth control… they never talk about what time of the month it is…”

“Shhhh,” I say, shifting down off the couch, onto my knees, and over between your knees to face you. I gently but firmly pull your pajama bottoms down over your hips and onto the floor. Then I lean over you and we kiss, open-mouthed, our tongues dancing. I brush aside your pajama top and caress your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. My balls feel full and heavy hanging beneath my rigid cock, which I imagine pointed almost exactly where I want it.

I break our kiss, slide my hands beneath your ass, lift up a little, and bring you toward me so you’re leaning back, just barely sitting on the edge. You ask “What are we…”

“Shhhh,” I say again, and you do. We lock eyes as I reach down and press my bare, oozing cockhead between your slick, warm pussy lips, right at your entrance.

“Are we…?” And this time I just let you trail off; you already know my answer, and anyway I intend to show rather than tell. Your sweet pussy is a couple inches higher now than the base of my cock, so, as I slowly enter you with short strokes, every one of them presses your g-spot. “Oh, God,” you say, “We are…” And then I’m in you, balls-deep, and I lean down again to kiss you, grinding against you, pressing both your g-spot and clit, already leaking pre-cum into your unprotected pussy.

I know a big part of why you got horny tonight is that you’re right in the middle of your cycle — in fact, you’re probably ovulating right now. I don’t quite know what to do with that information, but I do know I would love to shoot my cum in you and I do know you want this uncomplicated.

I rise up from our kiss and place my hands on your shoulders, lightly pressing you against the couch, and back my hips away from you, withdrawing my cock almost all the way. I feel your pussy clutching at me wetly, and your juices cool a moment on me before I slowly but firmly plunge back into you in one long stroke. “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan, “God, I love your cock…”

I withdraw and thrust back into you again, and soon enough we’re fucking hard, a few quick, urgent thrusts alternating with a few deliciously slow ones. I feel you pushing back against me, finding a few millimeters more depth each time. Almost as much as I love your sighs and moans, I love the wet noises my cock makes driving into your pussy again and again.

As I feel my climax build behind the base of my cock, a small voice in the back of my head asks whether you’ll put a stop to this before it’s too late. I decide to give you a chance, just in case. “Baby… Baby.. I’m gonna cum…”

“Mmmmm, yeah,” is all you say, not enough to make me sure.

“Baby, I’m gonna… cum inside you…”

“Oh, God,” you say. Now you heard me. “Oh, God… Do it. You’re gonna make me cum… Do it. Cum in me…”

Your words push me past the point of no return, and I throw myself into you deeply as my cock and balls begin to spasm together. I feel spurt after strong spurt of my sperm-rich semen travel the length of my rigid shaft, and I know my seed must be spattering against your unguarded cervix. Millions of my strong swimmers fill your pussy as you begin to clench my still-pulsing cock in the throes of your own orgasm. It seems only right for me to hold you in my arms and consciously squeeze every remaining drop of my cum into you as your climax subsides.

When you regain the power of speech, you have a question for me. “Did we just… What did we just do?”

“Well, I believe the common name for it is ‘fucking’.”

“No, I mean did we… Did you just… You know how risky this is, right?”

I think about my still-hard cock buried inside you and soaking in our combined juices. It seems perfect, the reason for the rest of our lives. “I wanted to give you what you wanted. No. I needed to give you what you needed… Whatever. I love you.”

“Oh, honey, really? Because… God, I needed your cum in me. Feels so right…”

“Well, there’s a very good reason for that.”

“Yeah, and we may be meeting that reason in a few months.”

“Is it worth it?”

“Totally.”

We started talking seriously about making babies a few months ago. Well, you started talking about it and I started listening. I wasn’t in a rush to take on the additional responsibility and lose our freedom, but I do love you and I do want to raise a family with you… eventually. You, on the other hand, have been ready for what sounds like months, and you just took a while to get up the courage to open the topic.

But boy, once you were ready, you didn’t mess around. You didn’t do anything like say, in a measured tone during dinner, “Honey, what do you think about raising children?” We were visiting another couple, and their kids were being cute as usual, and I was goofing around with them. During a break in the hilarity, you pulled me aside to whisper in my ear: “Seeing you all dad-like is making me super horny.” Oh, really? But then the kids raced back into the room and I didn’t get a chance to ask for details.

When we got home that evening, you pounced me as soon as we were in the door, pulling me close and into a soulful kiss. Once we came up for air, I asked, teasingly, “So… what’s this about me being dad-like?”

“Oh, God, I just… I’ve just been thinking about it lately… having kids, I mean… And when I saw you playing with their kids, I started thinking what you would be like with your own kids… Our kids… And… I don’t know, I just felt…” I smiled down at you, waiting for you to collect your thoughts. "Here,“ you said as you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down over your wide hips, "Lemme show you.”

You took my hand, laid my palm flat against your belly, and guided my fingers down under the waistband of your panties. I could feel your heat immediately, and as my fingertips slid through your pubic hair I began to sense your moistness. I needed no further invitation to slip my middle finger between your pussy lips, and… Dear God. You were absolutely drenched. You let your head fall back slightly and closed your eyes as I dragged the full length of my finger slowly up and down once between your folds, not neglecting your clit. I realized the back of my hand was getting damp just from the contact with your panties.

“See?” you breathed, “I can’t help it. I’m probably ovulating today.” Of course; why hadn’t I realized? “Mmmmmmmmm… I think I need you to fuck me. Right now.” I picked you up and carried you to the bedroom and did as I was told. Since I still had my wits about me, I remembered to use a condom like we always do. I wasn’t about to risk knocking you up until… well, until I was ready.

But afterward, as we lay together, your head on my chest and your arm draped across me, you said “I really do wanna have your baby, you know.” I was surprised by how proud it made me feel.

I haven’t told you this — well, until now anyway — but I have to admit that in the weeks since then, when we talk about having children together, even the non-sexy stuff like how many and how far apart and whose last name the kids would have, I get horny. If you had asked me how I felt, I might have said I was a little anxious, except there’s the odd fact that I feel the discussion in my cock and balls. I don’t make a raging tent in my pants, but I do feel my cock stirring and starting to stiffen. And the thing that really gets my attention is that I leak no small amount of pre-cum. Usually that doesn’t happen, if it happens at all, until you’ve stroked and sucked me for minutes and I’m rock-hard and ready to fuck, but while we talk about having kids I ooze the stuff freely into my boxer-briefs, enough that I can feel it cooling against my skin. There’ve been times when my mind is thinking “No, no, we can’t do this yet, this is going too fast” but my body clearly has the opposite view.

It’s happening right now, actually. We’re sitting at the kitchen table and you’re talking about what you’ve heard lately about school districts in the area. I’m trying to follow along, but it’s a pretty dry topic and seems like it won’t matter much for a few years, and on some level it’s scaring me to even speculate about what we might do that far in the future. It’s easier to pay attention to what my body is doing. It’s the damnedest thing. My balls feel full and heavy and I can sense the full length of my shaft is full of warm, gooey…

“Honey, are you all right?” you ask.

Uh oh. I must have looked distracted, and of course I was. “Uh huh,” I say, trying to sound pleasant.

“Because it seems like you’re somewhere else. Are you freaking out?”

“No, I…” I’m not sure how to explain.

I can hear you’re worried. “If you’re not ready for this…”

Somewhere inside me a switch flips. I stand, take you by the hand, and gently but insistently pull you to your feet. Now it’s my turn. “Here,” I say as I start to unbutton my jeans and push them down. “Lemme show you.” I lay your palm flat against my belly and guide your fingers down under the waistband of my boxer-briefs. I feel your fingertips search for the contours of my cock. It’s a little thicker and longer than usual but not hard… yet. Soon enough you encounter the sticky-slick evidence of my arousal, and a look of surprise flashes over your face.

“Oh, honey,” you say tenderly, “I didn’t know.” Your hand closes around my shaft with intent, and I quickly stiffen as you gently squeeze and stroke. Our eyes meet as my mouth falls open and the slightest moan escapes me. I hear your voice again. “Let’s… Do you wanna… Let’s… Let’s make a baby… OK?”

“Let’s,” says another voice, and I realize it’s mine. I pull you to me and we kiss as our hands roam each other, and being inside you suddenly feels urgent.

While I step out of my shoes, my hands unzip your skirt, skin your panties down over your hips, and let the cloth fall in a pool around your bare feet. My hard cock and heavy balls swing free as you push my underwear and jeans the rest of the way down my legs, then hold my jeans as I pull out of each leg.

When you stand to kiss me again, I reach down between us, and… Oh, sweet mercy, my fingertips find your pussy lips puffy and moist, and when I slip my fingers between them… “Mmmmmmmm, you’re already wet for me,” I say.

“I’m like this every month, lately,” you say.

“You mean you’re…” I trail off.

“I’m… unh…” My fingertips circle your firm clit. “I’m… about to… ovulate… right now.” I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, but I feel a burst of adrenaline, and my cock becomes so erect that I feel it against my belly.

I stop teasing your clit with my fingers, turn you around, and nudge your feet apart with one of mine. You sense my plan, spread your stance, and bend at the waist, bracing yourself on a kitchen chair. Quickly I step in and part your slick folds with my bare cockhead, sliding up to circle your clit briefly, then back down to circle your entrance. Your bare pussy feels like warm velvet.

“Tell me again,” I say.

“Tell you what ag… Oh.” You look back at me and smile. “I wanna have your baby.” Yep. There’s that swell of pride again, but now there’s something else as well, something ancient and primal. I need to fuck you.

I grab your hips and lean in, slowly pushing you open, making short strokes, gradually burying myself in you. I’ve never been inside you bare, and it feels so good I might weep. Finally, I’m in you all the way to the hilt, I feel my balls resting against you, and I just stay there, enjoying the moment.

“Tell me more,” I say. You look back again but don’t speak, a curious look on your face. “About wanting my baby.” You smile again and nod.

“I want you to make me pregnant.” God, that sounds good.

“Mmmmmmm,” I say. “Tell me how.”

You giggle. “I think you figured that part out already.”

“I know, but tell me anyway.”

You pause, thinking. “I want your bare cock inside me.” I pull your hips back onto me, pushing myself into you a little deeper. “And I want you to fuck me,” you continue. In one long, slow stroke, I withdraw from you, and it feels almost as good as it did going in. When my cockhead is barely inside you, I stop and slide back into you, smoothly this time but still slowly. I can feel you getting slicker around me as I withdraw again a little faster and thrust back into you, pulling your hips back firmly against me. I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, doing exactly what I’m supposed to do. By the time I ask my next question, we’re fucking in a strong rhythm and I feel my orgasm building behind the base of my cock.

“And then what?”

“I want…” you start. “Oh, oh God, that’s so… I want you to… fuck me and… cum inside me… Oh… I’m gonna…”

As I drive my cock into you, I feel your pussy clench around me, and suddenly I join you, tumbling over the edge. I shoot rope after rope of potent sperm from deep within me to spatter against the back wall of your fertile pussy as you convulse in your own orgasm. My cock and balls surge together as I spurt nine, ten, eleven strong jets of semen inside you. And as we come to our senses, I can’t help but picture your cervix dipping into a pool of my pearly seed. For good measure, I squeeze the last few drops of my cum into you, making sure I’ve put as much as I can where it can do its job.

“Don’t move,” I whisper as I slowly withdraw from you to look down at your well-fucked pussy. My still-rigid cock springs back up, glistening with our mixed juices. “Beautiful,” I say, “just… Oh…” I see a dollop of my cum, thick and creamy, start to roll out of you. Quickly, I grasp my cock and use it to push my sperm-rich semen back inside you, burying myself in you again. “I want all of me in you,” I say.

“Mmmmmmm, ” you purr, “Yeah, stay right there. I want all those little guys to have the best chance…”

“Of?”

“Mmmmmmm, finding my egg and… making me pregnant.”

“Oh, God… You just keep talking like that, and…”

“And what, big man?”

“I’ll show you in the bedroom,” I say. “Let’s go.”

As I slowly wake from our catnap, I become aware of the moisture caught between my cock and thigh and remember how it got there.

Last night when we got in from the party  — well, actually it was early morning by then — we were both dead tired, but we made a pact to sleep naked hoping that would inspire us in the morning. And of course it did. You woke first, got up to pee, and returned to bed, which woke me, so I got up to pee and came back to bed, and there you sat with that mischievous smile on your face, giving in to that half-giggle you can’t help when you see my flaccid penis flopping around as I walk. From there, it was only a few moments until our hands were all over each other, and the good, hard, strong fucking I’d given you satisfied us both so much we fell half-asleep again, spooning.

And now here we are, in much the same position, and I can’t help but remember how good it felt to sheathe my rigid prick deep in your drenched pussy and fill you with my pearly cum. My right arm is still draped over you from behind, fingers nestled under your ribs. I think of how close they are to your beautiful naked breasts and find my hand shifting to cup the left one. You stir a little, and I gently squeeze the slightest bit and slowly caress, letting the full length of my fingers swirl lightly over your aureola.

“Mmmmmmm. Just what…” you start, but then I let my index finger make a tight circle around your stiffening nipple, and you gasp. “Just what do you… think you’re doing?” Through the sleepiness I hear your mild mock outrage.

I slide my hand slowly down your belly, never losing contact. “I think you know very well what I’m doing,” I answer, and, because you do know, you raise your right leg as my fingers encounter your damp pubic hair.

You feel my breath as I let my teeth and lips graze your neck ever so lightly, but you keep the presence of mind to say, “Tell me anyway.” My fingers slip between your well-fucked, still-engorged pussy lips to find you quite wet with the week’s worth of semen I sprayed against the back of your spasming pussy as we came together earlier this morning. I love feeling my cum inside you, but I want to feel more of your own slick juices before we go much further.

“I’m getting us ready to fuck again, of course,” I say, still feeling more primal than romantic. My fingers collect some of the creamy mix of our cum from between your lips and smear it up and over your clit lightly, making sure there will be plenty there when I get serious.

“I might not need much more help,” you say, “but I think you might.” With your right hand, you reach behind you and between us, searching for my cock, which still feels a little thicker and heavier than usual. As your fingers close around my shaft, my index and ring fingers tease your clit, sometimes circling it, sometimes gently squeezing it between them. Your soft, sudden intakes of breath arouse me almost as much as your slow, gentle strokes of my cock. I feel myself stiffening rapidly, skin stretching and releasing tiny pockets of our combined cum that had been caught in my soft wrinkles. My whole shaft is slightly moist and sticky in your grip, reminding us both where it’s been recently.

After a minute or two, I let my fingers slip down between your swollen lips again, and this time you feel warmer and a little slicker, a little less me and a little more you, and I decide it’s time for the next step. I reach between us, and you release your grasp on my cock as I shift my hips and slip my shaft between your thighs to lay between your pussy lips. I can’t get inside you as deep as I would want in this position, but I’m not planning to try. Instead, I slowly rock my hips back and forth, sliding the upper half of my shaft between the slick folds of your pussy.

I sense you reach between your own legs and then I feel your fingers on the underside of my cock, pressing it into you to increase the pressure and friction. Pre-cum oozes freely from my cockhead… Or maybe it’s regular cum left over from our earlier session. In any case, you must feel it too. “Are you sure this is safe?” you jokingly ask. “I’ve heard a girl can get pregnant from pre-cum, especially pre-cum from a guy who has cum recently.”

“Good thing, then,” I say, “that I want to get you pregnant anyway.” God I love saying that. It fills me with a sense of freedom and … well, truth. I can just come right out and say what I want with and for the woman I love.

“Is that what we’re doing? I had no idea,” you say. “Does that mean you’re going to insert your penis into my vagina and ejaculate your sperm in hopes that they will swim into my uterus and find and fertilize my egg?”

“No, of course not,” I say, pulling out from behind you, rolling you over on your back, and positioning myself between your legs, spreading and raising your knees to open you to me. As I look down at your beautiful pussy lips slightly parted, I see the shift has caused a little rivulet of my cum from earlier this morning to run out of you, down over your ass, and onto the bed. You feel it, our eyes meet, and we smile together a moment.

“No, it means,” I start again, as I lean over you and let my cockhead lodge between your silky folds just outside your entrance, “that I’m going to slide my thick, hard cock inside your sweet, wet pussy.” And I do that, in one slow but strong and steady stroke, lubed by our copious combined cum, all the way into you, balls deep. “And then I’m going to do it again,” and I withdraw almost all the way until only my cockhead is inside you, then plunge back in. “And again,” I say, “and again”, and now of course I’m finding a rhythm and getting lost in it, but I keep talking because I know you want it. “And then, when I’m good and ready… and you’re ready… I’m going to shoot all my cum… deep inside you… and knock you up.”

“Oh, God yes,” you breathe. “Your cock feels so good…” I feel you wrap your legs around me, pulling me in with each thrust. “But when…?”

“You mean when will I cum?” It’s a good question. As exquisite as your pussy feels squeezing my rock-hard cock on the way in and clutching at it on the way out, you are super-slick right now, plus I shot a load in you no more than an hour ago, and… yeah, it might be a while. “Don't… know… I… Oh, God,” I laugh, “You feel so good… Can we just do this forever?”

“Mmmmmmm,” you purr. “So good… But… I want your cum. I want your baby. I’m ready.”

Our fucking has forced enough of our combined cum out of your depths that everything between us is coated with a thin layer of creamy slickness, and I’m starting to enjoy losing track of where I end and you begin. I could stay here a while, but you have other ideas.

“Cum in me,” you say. “I want you to… shoot your cum in me and… make me pregnant.” You definitely know how to push my buttons. “Shoot it, honey. Shoot all your cum in me…” Yeah, that familiar pressure is building behind the base of my cock now, and if you keep talking like this… “I want you to… press your cockhead right up against my cervix…” You know what power that image has over me, and suddenly I am right on the edge. “…and shoot your sperm right up inside me…” As ordered, I push off the bed-sheet with my toes and throw myself into you, driving deep, and…

“Unnnnnnnh,” I moan as I feel the first spasm ripple from deep inside me and the first thick rope of semen spurts from my cockhead and spatters against your cervix. Incredibly, for the second time this morning, I paint the back of your fertile pussy with jet after powerful jet of potent sperm. I give you six, seven, eight strong spurts of my essence, truly draining my balls.

As I regain my sanity, I realize your rhythmic gasps can mean only one thing, and I feel your pussy walls convulsing around my hard shaft as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of cum. It feels exactly right. And when you regain your sanity, I ask: “You came? Already?”

“I know. I wasn’t really close, but when I felt you cumming in me, I just… I don’t know. I felt your cum shooting in me and suddenly I was cumming…”

“And I really don’t know where that load came from, either. The second time usually takes forever… and then I hardly cum at all.”

“Well, I am ovulating,” you say. “Your body has to know that.”

“Oh, God, that word,” I say. “I may have to fuck you again right now.”

“No, silly, next we get showers, and after that we get brunch, and then you fuck me again.”

“Deal.”

Although I lost my virginity early in high school, as late as my sophomore year of college I still hadn’t learned to recognize the signs a girl wanted me.

Kris and I found ourselves alone in my dorm room one night, with no plans to study or do anything but hang out. As if that “accident” weren’t enough of a clue, she spent half an hour talking about a guy she liked but wasn’t sure how to approach, and the best sense I could make of that was to ask her who it was; I genuinely had not guessed. She wouldn’t tell me, of course, because the whole point of her game was to avoid risking rejection, but eventually she threw caution to the wind and threw her arms open. I still didn’t understand this dramatic gesture until finally she closed her arms around me and pressed her cheek against my chest.

I was so surprised that all I could do for several minutes was hug her back. Sure, she was smart and cute as hell, but I guess I had thought her out of my league or in any case unattainable, and the clear evidence to the contrary bamboozled me. Somehow we escalated to caresses and kisses, and I let her lean into me as I leaned against the leg of the primitive high platform bed my roommate had constructed out of unfinished lumber.

She was a short, skinny girl, but nothing about her desire for me was slight. I could feel her trembling as our tongues danced, and after a while I felt her hand between my thighs, palming my rapidly stiffening cock through my jeans, then quickly unbuttoning my fly and slipping beneath the waistband of my boxer-briefs to grasp and stroke my shaft. Immediately I was rock-hard and felt the weight and fullness of my balls as if they had suddenly filled with cum, though I knew my load had actually grown in the week since I’d last jerked off, furtively in the dorm showers in the middle of the night.

Before I knew it, I was on my back across my bed on the other side of the room, hips hanging over one edge, head hanging over the other, pants around my ankles. Kris cupped my balls in one hand and held my cock straight out from my body with the other while she licked up the length of my shaft and did not hesitate to lap up the pearl of pre-cum that had formed at the tip of my cock. As she engulfed my cockhead with her lips, I knew I could not take much of that attention, but I couldn’t resist letting her continue a while once I felt her tongue against the underside of my glans. My head lolled back, upside down, and I gulped air as she worked me over. Every few seconds, I could feel her swallow what must have been a steady stream of pre-cum leaking from my cock.

Then as now, getting my cock sucked felt great, but somehow the feeling building behind the base of my cock didn’t make me look forward to shooting in her mouth. I was instead seized with the urge to fuck her, so strongly that an orgasm now would actually be disappointing. “God,” I said, “better … stop … before I …”

Her lips released me from their sweet embrace long enough for her to say “Maybe I want you to.”

I sat up on the bed as gracefully as I could under the circumstances, and she stood, little hand still stroking my wet cock. Our faces were at about the same height now, and I looked her in the eyes and said “No.” I lifted her shirt, she raised her arms, and I pulled her shirt up over her head to reveal her braless pert breasts, dark nipples at attention. “I need to be inside you,” I said, giving in to the temptation to palm one firm breast and and lick the other. Her own hands were busy unzipping her own jeans and pushing them with her panties down over her hips. As I bent to pull my pants and shoes over my feet, she turned before doing the same, and I got my first good look at her tight ass and sweet pussy lips from behind, her trimmed blonde pubic fur hiding nothing. I caressed her ass, and she froze a moment, letting my fingertips begin to tease the moistness between her slightly parted thighs.

Quickly we fell back together on my bed, and as her little hand again took hold of my straining cock, I realized I was not much farther away from orgasm than I’d been when she’d let go. I couldn’t make myself tell her to stop, but I could try to help her catch up. As we kissed, I slipped my hand between her knees and gently nudged her legs wider, then lifted her left knee and let my right hand slide down her inner thigh until my little finger met her outer lips. My fingertips played across her moistening labia a few moments, and then I parted them with the length of my middle finger, breaking her seal and discovering her folds slick with arousal.

I dragged my middle finger up between her swollen pussy lips and and lightly over her clit, then smeared her wetness in circles, teasing around her clit at first but then stroking it directly, up, down, left, right, and finally returning to tight circles, pressing gently but firmly up under her firm bud. I could tell I was having the desired effect not only from her ragged breathing but because she was clearly distracted from my cock enough that I could stop worrying she’d make me shoot anywhere I didn’t want to.

Did we have condoms? No. Didn’t even think about them. And I had no idea whether she might have or be on any other kind of birth control. I was a clueless kid, too high on getting laid to have any doubts. When I let my fingers slip down off her clit a moment to collect some more of her slick juices, I discovered her utterly drenched. She was so wet it was starting to leak out of her onto the bed, and when I felt that all I could think about was sliding my cock inside her. Well, there was one other quiet thought in the back of my mind, but we’ll get to that soon enough.

I rolled over on top of her and spread her legs. She said nothing but bit her lip as I reached down and pressed my cockhead between her swollen pussy lips. I could already feel it would be a tight fit, but she was so thoroughly wet that I didn’t worry. I began to slide the full length of my cock into her in short thrusts. I felt her wetness coat me and her walls squeeze me, and she gave a little gasp each time I went deeper. When I felt the hairs on my full balls brush against her and realized I could go no deeper for now, I bent down to kiss her, enjoying just being buried deep within her.

But soon I needed more, and slowly I pulled my cock from inside her until just the head was within. Then, slowly but steadily and in one long stroke, I slid all the way back into her. It felt so exquisite that I thought I might shoot right then and there, but somehow I managed not to. In fact, as I withdrew again, I realized her pussy had stretched and opened to accommodate me, and I might have more than a few strokes left. I began to fuck her steadily, slowly at first but a little faster with each thrust, and I could feel myself reaching deeper into her each time.

“I guess …” she started. “I guess … this might be… OK,” she said, her voice unsteady. I had no idea what she was talking about. This was more than OK!

“What might be OK?” I asked.

“Well … my period was like … a few days ago … so …” Whoa. Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? “So probably … it’s safe …” Oh, God. She was talking about the risk of getting pregnant. I was fucking a girl without birth control who might be fertile right now! The idea of getting a girl pregnant turned me on more than anything else, though I had never told anyone, and I felt a manic rush of adrenaline.

“Oh, God,” I said incoherently. “You … I … You have no idea …” My thoughts were racing and the pressure behind my cock was building at a fantastic rate.

“What?” she asked as I started to thrust into her more frantically.

“I … Oh, God … I’m … gonna … cum … in you …”

I threw myself deep into her, my last coherent thought being that I wanted my cockhead as near her cervix as it could be. And then I was indeed cumming, sperm-rich semen boiling up from deep within me, cock and balls spasming together to spurt jet after jet of my potent seed the full length of my shaft, painting the back of her sweet fertile pussy. It was an orgasm like I had never felt before; I was giving her all I had to give.

“Oh,” she moaned. “I can … feel it … inside me …” And then, eventually, she could sense I had returned to earth. “Did you actually … When I told you that, did it actually make you cum?”

“Well, I was pretty close already,” I admitted, “But I guess that pushed me over the edge.”

She smiled. “Good,” she said. “I think it’s hot. But…”

I knew, but there was no rush. I knew my 19-year-old cock would stay hard as long as I wanted it to. Eventually I finished her sentence. “… but you wanna cum.”

“Yeah,” she said.

I felt our mixed juices spill out of her now-well-fucked pussy as I once again withdrew almost all the way from her, then easily slid back into her super-slick depths. “It might take me a lot longer this time,” I mock-warned her.

“Just the way I like it,” she purred.

I would be either a hopeless romantic or a creepy obsessive, depending on how you look at it, if I knew exactly where you were in your menstrual cycle at any given moment.

But I do have a vague sense of when your period starts and ends because you’re a lot less interested in sex. You once told me, “Trust me, you don’t want me right now.” I don’t? I ask if you think I’ll be disgusted, because I won’t. “No, it’s not that,” you sigh. “It’s just not the same when it’s obvious I’m not…” You trail off because we both know what you mean.

If someone were to ask me at other times where in your cycle you were, I might be able think back over the last few days or weeks and make a guess based on memory, though that’s hardly an exact measure. But you know what? Sometimes my body knows.

Sometimes when I pick you up for dinner and lean over to kiss you hello, just a quick peck, I come away with a hint of your scent, and by the time I’ve asked how your day went and turned back to the wheel, my cock is already stirring in my pants. “God, you smell good,” I say, and you know exactly what I mean.

“There’s a reason for that,” you say. But then we let the topic drop because we’re both ravenous in the literal sense and we’re both grown-ups and it can wait.

One evening, you called to let me know you’d arrived home safe from an overnight business trip, and I realized after just a few seconds of completely unsexy talk that my cock was rapidly stiffening, my balls felt full and heavy, and, amazingly, I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak from my cockhead and soak into my underwear. I interrupted you: “You’re right in the middle of your cycle, aren’t you?”

There was a lengthy pause and I wondered if I’d annoyed you. But instead you said “Let me get in the shower and wash the airport off. And I’ll be out by the time you get here.”

So yeah, my body knows even when my mind does not, but my favorite way my body tells me you’re close to ovulating isn’t an early warning and sure as hell isn’t subtle.

We lie in your bed, side-by-side, kissing and stroking each other, and yes, you were already drenched when my fingers first parted your swollen pussy lips, but my body has a strong message for us as well. “You’re leaking,” you say through a smile, and that is the understatement of the day, because I am oozing pre-cum freely and you are smearing it up and down my shaft, using it as lube.

“There’s a reason for that,” I say, knowing we won’t let it go this time.

“And what might that be?” you ask.

“I have a huge load for you,” I say. “I can feel it.” And I can.

“Really? And whatever will you do with it?”

As I roll over on top of you, you release your grip on my cock and spread your legs just enough that my cockhead leaves a trail of my pre-cum across your thigh. We kiss a few moments, our tongues tangled, and then I rock back on my knees, spreading your legs further, and I slip my knees under your thighs and and begin teasing your clit with my cockhead.

“I’m going to slide my cock all the way inside you…” I’m circling your entrance, smearing my pre-cum into your swollen folds, and I see your eyes widen. “Deep as I can…” I slide my cock into you in little strokes, each one forcing a little gasp from you, and slowly I stretch you open until my balls rest against you. “And then I’m going to… shoot all my cum… all over your cervix.”

I start to grind against you now, searching for the deepest angle, pressing against your clit, my cockhead meeting the slightest resistance, and I know I am as deep as I can go. Your breathing is ragged. “Oh, god,” you say, “you’re going to…”

“I’m going to what?” I ask as I begin a long, slow, upstroke, nearly withdrawing from you, and I feel your pussy clasp my cock as if trying to prevent my escape.

“You’re going to… make me pregnant.”

“Yes,” I say, slowly but firmly driving back into you all the way, then withdrawing a little faster and plunging back in a little faster still. You cross your legs behind my back, making it clear you want me exactly where I am, and I fuck you in a steady rhythm, less frantic than deliberate. I feel you squeeze my cock as if you need me to lose control even sooner than I will, but for now it seems I can last long enough to satisfy us both.

“Oh, honey,” you say in a husky voice, “I need it… I want it… I want your… cum inside me. Shoot it…”

Just a few little words from you and suddenly I feel the pressure behind the base of my cock building quickly. “Gonna shoot it… all in you…” And now my thrusts do verge on frantic. It won’t be long now.

“Cum in me,” you say, “Make me cum… Make me pregnant…” And that’s all I can take.

My cock swells and stiffens impossibly as I throw myself deep inside you. The first spasm seizes my balls and and I feel sperm-rich semen surge the length of my cock and spurt into your fertile pussy. And this is my favorite way to know you’re ovulating: Not six, not eight, not ten, but at least a dozen strong jets of my cum paint the back of your pussy, filling you to overflowing. I don’t cum this much for myself and I don’t cum this much for you — unless it’s this time of the month.

And I know I could not have done my job better as I return to earth and realize your sweet pussy convulses with your own orgasm around my still rock-hard cock, and I imagine your cervix bathed in my warm seed, and I smile, proud and content that you wanted exactly this – and just as much as I did.

Of course you’re right to be careful not to get pregnant until you’re in a committed relationship. But that doesn’t stop the cravings, does it? Especially when you’re ovulating. You’re not just horny and you don’t just want to fuck. You want to know that millions of sperm are beginning their search for your egg as you feel a thick, hard cock shoot a big, warm load of cum deep inside you. You want it even though you know it wouldn’t be smart.

I have thoughts like yours. I love knowing you are not on any birth control and I love knowing that you are right in the middle of your cycle. I love knowing when you cup my heavy balls and smear the pre-cum that leaks from my cockhead that you can’t help but think about the week’s worth of sperm I made just for you. I love slipping my hand between your legs and finding your pussy soaking wet already. I love parting your lips and circling your clit with my middle and index fingers until you cum hard so your pussy is ready to take the full length of my rigid cock. I love slipping my cockhead past your entrance and gliding my entire shaft into you until I’m balls-deep. I love fucking you slowly at first but gradually faster, bottoming out every time. I love hooking my elbows under your knees, lifting and opening you to even deeper thrusts. I love spurting strong jets of my sperm-rich semen against your convulsing cervix as we climax together and I fill your pussy to overflowing. And finally I love holding you in that position to give my boys the best chance to do the job for which I made them. 

So we think alike, and the question is: What are we going to do about it?

breeding-slut:

I love big, heavy balls that slap against my body as Im being bred, I want every last drop of seed from them

My balls are so big because they’re so busy assembling hundreds and hundreds of millions of sperm every day. Each wriggling seed is virile and ready to find its way deep inside you, lay claim to your egg, and impregnate you with my child…

horny-spooky:

today i kept dreaming over having my partner all over me, fucking like any other day, thrusting his cock all the way to my cervix while sucking my tits like if in any moment they were going to burst milk out of them. i would be moaning like the slut i am.

“please, please nnnnggghhhh”i’ll moan as his grip in my thighs hardens “deeper, deeper!”

he would laugh “if i go any deeper, i’ll be in your womb”

“yes!” i would scream at that idea.

“you’d like that, won’t you?” he’d say, kissing my neck, biting me. marking me. “you’d like me to come directly in it.” i could only moan in agreement. “that way you surely would be pregnant, but, you know what? we have to be sure.” his next thrust would be deeper, deeper than any thrust. the head of his cock would be in my womb. “i’ll come in it. and then i will come again and again and again.”

“yes, please!! come inside my womb!” i’ll moan like a whore, like his whore.

“maybe if we are lucky you would be pregnant with multiples.” my eyes rolled back in my head at that idea. “you’ll be fucking big, your tits dripping with milk for our children.”

fuck, i could perfectly picture that. the skin of my belly tight and firm. my hips uncomfortably wide to give birth to our kids. everyone would know, everyone would see that he marked me in the very best way possible. i would be pregnant with his kids, his prize wife.

“you’ll leave college,” he would kept telling me. “you won’t need studies, you’ll only need to be my wife and the mother of our kids. i’ll bring money to our house,” it was so hot hearing him tell me about our future life. “i will show you off to everyone. so everyone knows you are taken, that you are a slut for my cock and my seed.”

“your slut, only yours!”

“i’ll fuck you until your water brokes, and as soon as the babies are born i’ll knock you up again. you will be pregnant forever, your slutty womb will never be empty again.”

i would be out of my mind, so fucking turn on that i would only bable nonesense as he empty his cum inside my womb, and i’ll come screaming all over him. after i would lay limp, incapable of moving. He surely knock me up after that. But after a few minutes his cock would be hard again, and he would enter my womb again.

“did you think i was done with you?” he would whisper in my ear as i shiver, incapable of deny him what is his. my cunt was his. “i already told you. i’ll come as many times as posible so that little fantasy comes true”

he would me older than me, with a good job, and i would be 19 barely in my first year of college. just a few weeks after this night i would see a little bump, i would take a pregnancy test after pregnancy test. i would be pregnant. he would be thrilled, pampering me, buying me anything i wanted. i would keep getting bigger. triplets thats what the doctor said. he would suck at my nipples until, one day milk comes out. i would soon drop college, i would be in bed rest as the triplets are too big to let me do anything. he would fuck me every day, watching my pussy dripping just as my tits.

everyone would be disappointed at me. i would be 19 and mother of three, and a slut that would never be not pregnant again.

I will claim your young body with my seed. You will spend your fertile years bearing and mothering our children while I take care of everything else…

The Family Way

I was naked and resting in the morning sunlight. The sun was starting to pump its warmth into the world and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while my entire body felt buzzing and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful… wanted… claimed… And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn’t help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm ass. I felt so insanely fuckable.

Speaking of which… as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I’d experienced before as I knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k’s. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.

In the moment following my introspective question of “did the last 24 hours really happen?” I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not just semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman’s countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest night’s worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. “This is what happens when a woman sleeps with a man.” I thought to myself, smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it tight wishing it was Jeff, my new boyfriend, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escaped from my now drooling sex. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I’ve ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my boyfriend’s attraction to me… To my young, ripe body.

’“Fuck” I thought. “No protection! Oh fuck”.

The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn’t have the time to actually think. “Was he married? Does he even remember me? Why would he be with me? He’s got everything. I’m nothing more than a one night stand.”, I reminded myself, “You just met him and he’s at least ten years older than me! I might be carrying his baby!! I’m insane!!!” I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be him. I first met Jeff years ago, mature and kind, hot but well out of my reach. He was affluent and independent. He was successful and well educated. His family always lived next door and as I grew up I always remember his kindness. 

But I also remembered his strict parents and his bad boy little brother. I remembered gazing at his younger brother in my teens with naughty thoughts in my head. He was my first real crush… maybe even my first boyfriend. Joseph was closer to my own age but just as I had matured… life tore us apart. Now he didn’t even see me at all.

“Fuck! I’ve just slept with Jeff!” The thoughts continued to echo through my mind as the memories of our intercourse made a satisfied smile appear upon my lips. He was good… we were great together… maybe it was a one night stand… maybe we could just have a fling – that would be fun, right? That boy though… sorry, man!… one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I’d want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I’d fallen for him. It would be awkward but that didn’t mean it was inappropriate. I put my fingers to the oozing mess between my gaping labia. “Fuck!” I never wanted kids. Now Jeff comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.

Maybe it’s instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully take her chosen mate to breed with? 

Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time… and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn’t think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman he first met as a baby.

And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps his mother knew. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, my dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says “I swallowed your son’s cum on the drive over here.” And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tried and failed to get the image of us breeding out of her mind’s eye. It all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, oldest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive young body.

Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest “oh shit!” moment in life to date. “That’s so fucked up, Rachel, oh my fucking God!” I screamed in my head as I rose from the bed, realisation drawing. “This is not my bed! This is not even my house!”. I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t realised I was next door… in the childhood bed of my lover who had long since left his childhood home. I was alone in his old bed and the room still carried the faint aroma of our sex.

I needed to get up, find my clothes and somehow get home without being seen. I climbed out of his cramped double bed but having spent the last six or more hours on my back, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jeff did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping my lovers seed. “Fuck.” I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the adjoining bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturated and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jeff.

The text read: “You’re incredible” along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.

I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in his bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself groaning into my reflection trying to kid myself into thinking Jeff was between my thighs. “No! Someone might hear you!” I scolded my horny alter ego and chose to turn on the shower. After a few minutes of washing the sticky ejaculate from my flesh I emerged from the hot cubicle and grabbed one of his towels to dry off. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, checking my face in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

“Ok Rachel, you now at the very least look presentable… but naked.” I said leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day and I had just made it incredibly awkward.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I blushed. Jeff was standing at the bathroom door, staring intently at my burning face.

“I - I want to be here, Jeff. With you…”

“Then stay.” He said, his eyes smouldering. “Last night was unexpected-”

“That’s the problem isn’t it? I’m too young. I’m not what you want-”

“You are exactly what I want, Rachel!” He interrupted, “It’s like I was always meant to be with you.”

“My parents wouldn’t be happy. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.” I said as if trying to convince myself that what other people think would be enough to make him turn and walk away.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” he said. “I can tell." 

"Your brother…” I sighed, “When I was younger… we nearly…”

“You didn’t, and what if you did? I want you, Rachel. Stop fighting this. Stop looking for excuses.” He moved in close so I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could smell his aftershave, and sweat, and damn – I suddenly wanted to lick his bare chest. I wanted him to –

“I bet that if I touched you now you’d be wet,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“That’s one thing you’ll never find out,” I whispered.

Without a word he picked me up, hands around my waist, and sat me down on the sink and gently, firmly, opened my legs. He started to stroke my thighs with his thumbs. I’m so in shock I forgot where I was once more.

“Mmm, lovely,” he breathed, his thumbs roaming higher. They reached my vulva, and began to stroke my sensitive lips.

“Stop it,” I murmured. Yeah, I really sounded like I meant it.

He didn’t hear me, as his thumbs slid between my labia and pressed into my cunt.

“Told you,” he said horsley. “I could slip in there right now – you’re lovely and wet, Rachel. I bet you taste nice too.”

He stopped stroking me and licked one of his thumbs. He then knelt down in front of me and forced my thighs wider.

“No, please don’t.” I’m beginning to panic through my haze of longing and struggle against his grip. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my pouting lips labia. His tongue slowly snaked up and down my lips, dipping in and out, flicking over my clit. I felt his mouth kiss me, then – jeez, he was sucking me. No-one had ever done that to me before, and it hurt, and it ached, and I tried to stop myself begging him to just fuck me. He was sliding his fingers into my cunt, two, three, I don’t know, and I could feel the goose bumps on my thighs starting to prickle.

“Oh Jeff!” My nipples were tingling along with my clit, and I needed him to do something, anything. I wanted him to bite my nipples, to suck them so that the blood rushed and burned, I wanted to feel his cock filling me, hurting me.

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

He kissed me firmly, then opened my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself, tangy and musky, and my clit throbbed again. I sucked on his tongue and lips and felt him groan.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. His hard-on rubbed my pussy through his jeans and I nearly exploded with lust.

“Please,” I begged.

One hand squeezed my breast, catching my nipple between thumb and finger, sending fire through my body. With the other he unzipped his jeans, and hitched them down. I couldn’t see anything, but oh boy, I could feel it. He rubbed his prick up and down, following the path his tongue had taken, massaging my clit with its head.

He kissed me again, then slid his cock oh so slowly into my needy cunt.

His was not the longest cock in the world but it was thick, and the way he teased me, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in hard, I knew I was going to cum very soon.

“How does that feel, Rachel?” His lips were on my neck as he pinched my nipples harder.

My pussy was starting to twitch and jump. As he bit my neck I couldn’t keep it in and cried out as I climaxed, my vagina squeezing his gorgeous cock.

I held on tightly as my orgasm burned through my body.

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

“Thought I just did,” he smiled. He was still inside me, still hard. He kissed me – god, I was starting to love his kisses – then fucked me until he shuddered and groaned into my shoulder.

We clung together for a moment, then he leaned back and grinned.

“And I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.

“I was just a girl.” I grinned back. “Now I am a woman.” I stroked his face. He kissed my palm, then gently sucked my fingers.

“I can be anything you like, anything for you,” he said happily.

“Jeff… do you love me?” I crooned as I held onto him tightly, his sperm once again inseminating my young body. I awaited his response until we were both startled by a shrill female voice.

“Jeff, are you done in the shower?” His mum called from beyond the bedroom door. We both froze in position. His member softening inside me.

“Er, yes mum,” he replied, “Rachel and I will be down in a minute.”

“Oh, Rachel’s here? That’s nice. I’ll make you both some breakfast.”

“I need to get dressed!” I hissed as his cock slipped out of its new home.

“I guess it’s serious, Rachel, I’m introducing you to my parents.” He laughed.

“They already know me. They are going to think I’m even more of a slut.”

“They will love you… because I already do.”

“Really?" 

"Really.”

“Maybe we should meet up tonight,” I said, “then maybe I can repay some of the attention you’ve paid me.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled and handed me my clothes. He zipped up his jeans, and I slipped off the table and dressed myself quickly. Fixing my top and smoothing down my skirt. When we were sure we looked decent, we headed downstairs to face his parents.

——–

“It is lovely to see you Mr and Mrs Richards” I said, “it has been ages.”

“We didn’t realise you had spent the night.” Mrs Richards replied disapprovingly. Her gaze fell on me then her oldest son who just brushed her off.

“Yes it has been far too long since we last saw you.” Then he paused as he looked directly into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. “Far too long indeed.”

I smiled in return and quickly flicked my eyes over him. He was definitely my type, older and self sufficient, handsome and looked as though he was visiting a gym. His well-defined arm muscles were obvious as he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which hugged his torso well enough to hint at the work he was obviously putting in. He was not muscle bound, but nicely toned.

I watched his eyes as they darted across my chest, he was obviously inspecting me in the same way that I had done with him a second before. What a shame his view would not be a patch on mine. I was brought round from my musings as Jeff’s parents looked at each other. They went about their breakfast routine and someone asked if I wanted another drink and I declined. 

I felt so uncomfortable. Growing up next door to the Richards wasn’t easy. Our families couldn’t be more unalike. My parents had girls, they had older boys, we all took jobs and struggled through college, they were intellectual and in well paid jobs. I still lived with my parents but Jeff had moved away years ago… I hadn’t seen him for the best part of a decade… before last night. To make matters worse, when I was a teen… I had my first kiss with Joseph, Jeff’s brother. I was innocent and he was hot, my preteen years were spent dreaming of him and I must have pestered him incessantly before he agreed to kiss me. He dragged me to his bedroom and that kiss was wet and sloppy but made me feel desirable when he could have any one of the girls who seemed to flock to him. It ended in disaster as just as things were getting interesting, Mr and Mrs Richards burst into his room and I was dragged from the house, labeled as a slut and worse as I was thrown through my own front door. I was devastated and I never really spent any more time with Joseph. My mum understood and helped me recover from my first broken heart. Things were always frosty between our families. Mr and Mrs Richards looked down on us… and now I was in their kitchen, sharing breakfast with them carrying their oldest son’s seed in my womb. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before Jeff spoke again. “Rachel was locked out of her house last night so I gave her my old bed. I slept on the sofa. By the way you look great Rachel, I love the way you have done your hair and that dress is perfect for you.” 

“Jeff, you’re such a gentleman,” Mrs Richards smiled adoringly at her son.

“Yes, I must admit I was surprised to find you snoring on the sofa this morning when I came downstairs.” Mr Richards said, frowning. Ah! That makes sense! That’s why I woke up alone. He sneaked downstairs anticipating this meeting. Clever boy - I mean man! “I hope you slept well, Rachel,” he continued, “I understand the boys threw a bit of a party last night. I’m sorry they got you involved.”

His words were said without feeling, as if he were reading from a script. I understood, he was trying to be polite but there was still bad blood between our families.

“Thanks Mr Richards, I appreciate that a lot. Yes, I think your boys had fun last night.” I saw Mrs Richards eyes widen and she smiled as Jeff chuckled under his breath. Mr Richards scowled.

“You look radiant, Rachel,” Jeff made the compliment but glanced at his mother seeing if she could read into his words, “Everyone thinks you are lovely, we always have. Coffee?”

I blushed and was grateful for his presence “Yes please. You look as though you have been taking good care of yourself too Jeff. You have certainly grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

Jeff made no reply for a moment, but I could see he was looking directly at my cleavage which my dress was highlighting with its black lace vee neckline. His eyes wandered down my body and settled on my thigh which was slightly exposed as the skirt had ridden up when I sat down. The top band of my stocking was just visible. I adjusted my hem to pull it down and maintain my dignity.

Realising I had spotted where he was looking; he hurriedly looked up and said simply “Yeah, errr… Thanks.” His mother was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. This time his father was the one who was smiling.

We sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on our respective drinks before Jeff spoke again. “Let me walk you home.”

Without thinking I stood up rather awkwardly, eager to escape his family’s scrutiny and Jeff caught my arm as I struggled to extricate myself from the seat whilst maintaining my dignity. Once I was safely up, he moved his hand to my back and encouraged me to walk towards the back door and into the garden. The sounds of a suburb Saturday morning filled the air as we slowly placed one foot in front of the other walking side by side in silence. Jeff was the first to break the silence.

“I am glad we got that out of the way. Mum and Dad are going to see a lot more of you. They need to get used to that.” He held my hand and looked into my eyes, “I meant what I said just now, it doesn’t matter what they think. I have always thought you are very lovely. You are beautiful and intelligent and fun to be with, I’ve been away too long and I have missed you growing up… into this.” He stood before me, palms open, his eyes following the curves of my body.

I didn’t know what to say and was turned away from him as I felt my face burn, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to an excess of hormones coursing through my veins. I would have jumped on him then and there if I could. When I eventually found some words I struggled to get them out and stammered the first two. “Ahhh emmml, err, I mean, I am flattered Jeff. Thanks, but… you should be saying that to some of the beautiful women your own age. I am sure you must have a girlfriend… a wife?”

“I’m not married,” he laughed, “but I have been in a serious relationship over the last few years. It ended.” He looked distant. “Can you believe that I came back home to get away from women?” The words sounded sincere, but I thought I had put the right amount of force into them, but not enough to cause offence. He decided to change the subject. “How are your parents, Rachel?”

As he finished speaking, I swung around and stood directly in front of him. “They are well thanks, mum had a scare a few months ago when she found a lump, but she got the all clear last week. But you are changing the subject, which is you. Us.”

“I want you, Rachel.” He said and his words spoke to something directly in my soul. I wanted to melt into his arms, kiss him and be with him forever. But I needed to be sensible about this. This was all too much too soon.

“Jeff, you can’t say things like that, you have been away making a success of life, you are literally old enough to be my father! I am just me, trying to make ends meet. We come from very different… worlds.”

He started to object, but I cut him off in mid-sentence, insisting he walk me to my front door. To my great relief, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding and leading me back the way we came then into the street.

“I would say the same thing every day, Rachel,” he said as we carefully made our way over the grass. “I know I can’t let you slip through my fingers, I’m not crazy, I know what I am saying.”

It was time to pull out the big guns. “Jeff, it is lovely that you think that way, but I am a young woman looking for a purpose in life and the ex-girlfriend of your brother! Your parents hate me and always have. You can do so much better than me.”

“I don’t suppose you realise this, but I wanted you back then. I was jealous that you only seemed to have eyes for my brother. I think last night was more than just a one night stand. It was a taste of what could be… every day of my life. Everything felt so right with you. Give me a chance?”

I was once again struck dumb as I struggled to make sense of what he was saying and, if I was honest, my very real ego boost from his words, even if I did suspect lust for a younger woman was doing most of the talking. I decided to continue on a firm track.

“Look,” I said with not nearly as much conviction as I felt might be appropriate, “you are treading very thin ice approaching a girl who is almost half your age like this, I think maybe we should drop the whole subject now.’

Jeff simply nodded and we increased pace slightly as we entered the pool of light from my front porch. We parted without words as I entered the house. I made my way to the drinks cabinet as I realised I was now shaking with the shock and, yes, to be honest, the excitement of what had just happened. Did I lead him on? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

I felt the sticky mess in my panties and knew that it could already be too late. I drank an entire glass of wine in short order before grabbing another and began to plan my weekend. This certainly had not been part of my plans.

Sometime later in the day, after cleaning the house and completing my chores, I once again made my way outside and walked into the garden to try and stop the whirling maelstrom of emotions rampaging in my head. I stopped at the garden seat. I didn’t sit down, but continued walking slowly as I thought. Eventually I was as far as I could go and sat down on a tree stump that had been cut down and shaped into a sort of high backed throne.

I was still wrapped in my own thoughts as I spotted a shape moving and approaching. I sat dead still Jeff’s voice cut through the cool evening air.

“I saw you sneaking out and decided to follow, look, I am sorry if I upset you earlier, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“There is no need to apologise Jeff, I am sure you didn’t want to cause any offence, but you need to remember what I said.” I was certain that my words sounded decisive, even if I wasn’t. The truth was that I was very flattered by his attention and it had been a long time since anyone had said anything like it to me. I hoped it didn’t show.

Jeff stood in front of me, breathing deeply I noticed as I observed his chest rising and falling. He really was very handsome and I couldn’t help my mind wandering off and imagining him naked once more. I remained in this mode of thought for quite some moments as we faced each other in the growing darkness, features just visible in the tiny glimmer of light emanating from the setting sun. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of my daydreaming. I started to rise.

Whoever had cut the tree into a chair had taken the seat a bit low. This was a fact that I realised as I tried to rise from my sitting position. Realising my difficulty, Jeff offered both hands to assist which I gladly accepted. As I rose, propelled by those strong arms, I realised that he was standing very close to me. As I straightened my legs, those same strong arms pulled me into an embrace and held firm against his body. I could feel him, lithe, muscular and toned, solid in comparison to my softer body so that I moulded to him as he pulled me close.

His lips met mine and all of my defences fell away instantly. Eagerly I accepted his probing tongue and pushed back with my own. His hands, still firm against my back, began to slowly caress and run over it. I melted and submitted to him totally, trusting him to hold me and not to let me fall. His hands slipped down the small of my back and ran down over my buttocks. Again he applied pressure pulling my lower body into him applying force to my behind. Such was the pressure that I became aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. He was very hard indeed and I felt a sudden flood of excitement in my own loins.

More urgently now, he pressed his lips, his tongue flicking and darting into my eager mouth, my own tongue responding in kind, probing, testing, tasting. His grip slackened as he ran his right hand around my side, under my arm and directly onto my left breasts. My nipples sprang hard, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers sliding, testing, before finally locating my hard nipple and squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through the core of my being. His left hand joined his right on my other breast before rapidly slipping down my body, under my skirt hem and up the inside of my thigh. I felt him tremble as his hand ran over the top of my stocking and onto bare flesh.

In seconds his probing fingers had found my crotch and I willingly thrust my hips forward allowing him better access. His fingers ran around the leg of my panties and effortlessly parted the material from my inner leg and made their way to the slick excited wetness that lay below. He ran a finger over the outside of my pussy lips, spreading my juices around their outer edge. I felt another thrill of excitement as first one, then another finger entered me, easily sliding up into my most sacred place, spreading me and making me ready for what must surely follow.

Suddenly my head sprang back into action. I wanted this, I wanted it very badly indeed, but to be caught out in the open was bad enough, but to add regret at hasty actions was a step too far. Roughly I pulled away from him, causing him to groan.

“No… We can’t do this, Jeff,” I said, sounding as though I was about to burst into tears. “We can’t because… we aren’t being sensible… and it’s just wrong.”

“How can it be wrong, we both want this?” he whispered. He looked like a little boy who was lost and I nearly gave in on the spot. I held my resolve and set off back to my house vowing not to come out again until then next day. I would not look back. This was far too sudden… too fast… it wasn’t appropriate! He was older, I needed to think about the morning after pill, and our parents would kill us then each other. I think he was initially startled by the suddenness of my departure and it took him a few paces to catch up. He took me by the arm and begged me to stop.

“Rachel, I need you,” he said, “I have needed you since forever and I want to have you, urgently, here and now. I want this and everything that follows. I want you.”

I had to think of something to say and I was struggling against the fog of confusion and my own urgent desires. “OK, here’s the deal. You say that to me again when you and I have been on a date… just one date, no sex! Then we will see what happens from there.”

I could tell he was almost as confused as me as it took a while for my words to sink in. Eventually he nodded his agreement and we continued our journey towards the house. I have never been so glad of a decision as I was at that moment as I spotted my Mother approaching.

“Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over for you, it is nearly time for dinner.” I was sure that my face was about to give the whole game away, but just about held it together to make an excuse. “You remember Jeff from next door, don’t you?”

“Yes of course, hello Jeff, how are you? It has been years! I am glad to see you are getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Are you staying long?”

“Until I get my own place. Rachel and I were just having a catch up, I didn’t realise the time.”

“Oh that’s nice, but I am afraid I really must tear her away as I need a little help in the kitchen.”

With that we set off along the path to the house and I was glad of the darkness inside for hiding the redness of my face. I worked almost mechanically as I fought my conflicting feelings again. Feeling quite sensible and calm now, I knew that my feelings for him were wrong. I had never been tempted so badly before and I vowed I never would again. As I climbed into bed that night, I thanked my good sense for stopping things before they went past the point of no return. It was a close call and I genuinely felt sorry for Jeff, I had undoubtedly let things go too far. I caressed my tummy and wondered if it was already too late.

——–

The next morning, a Sunday, I was spared the need to further cover my embarrassment with my parents as I got up late, just in time to say goodbye to them as they departed to spend time with friends. They did this every Sunday. I smiled at how much of a habitual creatures they were. I would at least have some time to further distance myself from my guilt trip from the previous night’s events and make plans that didn’t involve carrying Jeff’s baby.

That was a mistake. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Jeff and the pleasures we had shared. I did allow myself a smile recalling how desperate my new boyfriend had been, how aroused he was and how quickly he had found his way into my underwear. I made a coffee and sat in the kitchen slowly recovering before wandering to the shower room for a long, hot, soapy drenching, just what the doctor ordered. That afternoon I would make a visit to the pharmacy for a pill to ensure I didn’t complicate things further. I wasn’t on birth control and a baby with a man I had only just met shouldn’t be on my agenda… but how I wish it was. I imagined our little family… our perfect lives. He was an amazing lover and was an eligible and self made man.

Some considerable time later, as I was drying my hair with a towel, I became aware of the doorbell. I decided at first it was probably some religious nutcases trying to drum up members of their community. The ringing persisted and I felt obliged to answer thinking that my parents had forgotten something and their door keys. I quickly threw a robe on and ran to the door. There, standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand, grinning from ear to ear, was Jeff. My mouth hung open, I had been certain that he would never come to the house again. My mind was racing, I had better not let the neighbours see, gossip from them would be the undoing of me. Quickly, I beckoned Jeff inside the house. I was still standing slack jawed when he spoke.

“You said you wanted to go on a date. Well, here I am and I want to do this properly, Rachel. Will you go out with me? My brother knew your folks would be going out as they always do on Sundays. I checked for the car as I passed the house, went to the florist and bought these flowers, then came straight here. Are you free?”

I could only meet his words with silence. He continued.

“Anyway, I was serious last night, you make me tremble all over when I think of you, I have always wanted you and I want you desperately now and forever. I wanted you desperately last night too. Every sinew of my body aches for you. I would like to date you… I want to find my happily ever after… I don’t want to lose something so special. Please… say yes.”

He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Wow. I forgot how good you are with words.” He didn’t blink, or turn away, he just stood there, taking me in. It made me blush, the way he was staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, abruptly remembering the flowers he had brought. He handed me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmured, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He announced to me proudly, grinning. “They’re pretty, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I asked, perplexed, waving him inside so I coulf set the flowers in water.

“For our date, if you’re interested?” he responded.

“Really?” I asked, wheels turning. Where was he going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughed immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it! Do you want to give this relationship a chance? Please, say yes?” He begged.

“Ok, ok,” I giggled, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. I was hoping to see you again and have this… romance… play out properly,” I told him softly in his ear.

He pressed his temple against mine and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would happily skip to the end and declare my undying love for you, Rachel. I really want to do things right,” he sighed. “I’ve been frantic all day. I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pulled away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I corrected myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I could feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I said it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Jeff hugged me again, then lifted his hand to my jaw. He lowered his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. We shared one single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispered. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looked down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

He walked me out to his car, a Porsche, and like a true gentleman he opened the passenger door and saw me inside. He then joined me and we set out on our magical mystery tour. He pulled in at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of its lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There was something magical about being here in the evening, as though we had accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmured, momentarily paralysed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Jeff grinned, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeezed his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughed. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looked shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kissed his cheek and thanked him. This was perfect.

We wandered inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascaded down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arched over the concrete paths. I held his hand as we walked through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stirred our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jumped.

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

“A butterfly,” I admitted, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinched again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

“Oh,” he said with adoration and love in his eyes, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him tightly, pretending to be offended. “Flappy giant bugs!” I cried in self-defense.

“But if you watch closely you can see the beauty in them,” he smiled, “just like you”.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I ducked as another one made a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I buried my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he looked crestfallen, “I’m so sorry Rachel, I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assured him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit but he held onto me protectively.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiled, kissing my shoulder. He pointed out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I followed him to a small bench and we rested for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights came on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, memorising this moment. He was so protective of me. Yes he was older but he looked at me like I was fragile and precious to him. I liked that a lot.

We walked through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I filled my lungs with the aroma of the plants and the scent of Jeff, absorbed by the beauty of this place and dizzy with attraction. I had never felt so close to someone I barely knew, but I guess our connection was far from typical.

“Time for me to take you to dinner,” he announced when we neared the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want. There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggled.

Jeff laughed, but I caught his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looked away quickly.

“I promise not to call you sugartits.” He said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

I returned a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrugged, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. I immediately started to formulate some pet names for him in my head.

We held eye contact for a moment, and it was like nothing else existed. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

“Italian please.” I whispered.

“Your wish is my command,” he breathed, “your carriage awaits.” With that we linked arms and made our way back to his car then onwards to the restaurant.

——–

“Good choice, Rachel,” Jeff nodded as we finished our meals, “This is a top class restaurant and the food was amazing.” Jeff said happily, paying his respect as I popped the last of my pasta into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallowed and grinned. “It’s not cheap either. I wish I could eat like this every day without gaining any weight.”

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

"Trust me, I could get used to this,” I added, reaching for my napkin.

“Well, I could arrange that,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “I love spending time with you. You are fascinating.”

I clinked my glass against his and smiled. He wasn’t kidding, it was written all over his handsome face. I loved it.

“So,” he continued, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“My brother… How far did things go with Joseph?”

I almost choked. I didn’t need a mirror to know how red my face was at that moment.

“That seems like such a long time ago now.”

“He used to talk about you all the time. I just…” he carefully chose his words,“…didn’t want to… make things awkward… between you both.”

“I was young, and I was besotted with him… but your parents ended it before…” Now it was my turn to stumble on my words.

“Did you have sex?” He asked, curious. His eyes searched mine.

“I wanted to,” I confessed. “I think I was ready. But we only did… a few things together." 

"I see.” He said. I tried to read his thoughts and could see that he was trying to come to terms with what might or might not have happened. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“We fooled around. He made me cum with his fingers. I gave him a hand job. The night your parents found us we were going to have oral sex for the first time.”

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

I set down my napkin. I was embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I didn’t want him to look at me any differently than he had tonight.

“Does it bother you, if we did things?”

I held my breath.

“Oh! No no,” he laughed. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional that you were with him but I can see why he was into you. Rachel, I just want you to be completely at ease with… me.”

“I am, Jeff. Joseph and I were looking to conquer a few firsts. We were young and he made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It was years ago. I’ve barely seen him since.”

“Then I’m glad that you both found a way to make each other’s life a tiny bit better. I would never hold that against you, Rachel.”

He reached for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he told me, his voice thoughtful, “even if you were, you know, a thing back then, I don’t think I mind. You care about people. I would never want to change that or hold you back from being who you want to be. Or being with who you want to be with.”

I can’t believe how understanding he was. His brother and I were never more than friends. Yes, we shared a clumsy fondle and an orgasm or two, but Jeff was keen to let me know he didn’t care.

Actually, he seemed grateful.

I squeezed his hand, relieved. There was nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want me to either.

“Do you think we should grab a drink?” He asked once he had polished off our meals and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smiled. I didn’t care where we went, I just didn’t want this night to end.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth and slid out to stand beside him. He held the door open for me as we left, exiting into the fading heat of a summer night.

We only made it a block when it happened. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracked open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasped as torrential rain hit the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies were drenched and dripping.

Jeff grabbed my hand and we darted into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He was leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night. I was still giggling when I saw that he stopped, that he was watching me intently… Staring at the way my dress now clung to my wet body, my nipples obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. As if caught in a spell he reached for my face and kissed me.

He wasn’t slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moaned, grabbing onto his back. I wrapped my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moved to my collarbone and his bicep tensed, I pressed my hips against him in response.

He moved his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slipped the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh was cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he drew one into his mouth.

I shivered as he flicked his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I ran my hands through his thick hair and tilted my head back. The rain was still streaming down around us, there was nobody else out there, but I didn’t think I would even have minded if there was. I didn’t care who saw me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Jeff’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on the warm pavement was filling the air, filling our future with nostalgia for that moment. A story to tell our grandchildren.

His hand reached up to cup me as his mouth met mine again.

“Can I take you back home?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

——–

We barely made it through his parents’ front door when Jeff kissed me again. I dropped my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, feeling his body pressed against mine as we made out. His erection jutted hopefully against his pants. I wanted to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his shaft.

He didn’t give me the chance.

He knelt down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peeled my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers teased between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

“Yes.” He replied before letting out a slight sigh of approval when he sensed how aroused I was, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been fingered in this house. Jeff wasn’t the first Richards to have his fingertips on my most sensitive and private parts. But his touch was more experienced and pleasure inducing. He removed his probing finger, now coated with my wetness, before plunging in once more, adding another finger and doubling my pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned when he lifted my dress and brought his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirted with my clit while his fingers moved softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble with desire.

“Jeff,” I whispered, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continued working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I moved my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increased his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I was getting so close.

“Oh, Jeff. Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

He increased his pressure and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Right there.” I tilted my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

I was over the edge as soon as he said the words, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pumped inside of me.

“Ahhh…You taste amazing…” he said in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probed gingerly between my slick folds then he replaced his fingers back inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I wanted to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body as no more than a puddle. It was taking every ounce of energy I had to remain upright.

Jeff looked up at me and smiled, and I covered my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm so quickly. I had no idea he could do that to me. I was in awe of this man.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughed, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm. “At least, I hope not,” he added.

I don’t know what to say so I kissed him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my nectar.

I continued kissing him as we held onto each other, leading him to his old bedroom.

I lifted my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He paused to look at me again, to take my body in now that I was fully nude. I could see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ached for it. I was throbbing, seeing how badly he wanted me. Knowing how badly I wanted him. I unbuttoned his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands worked their way down to his zipper.

We pulled his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He held me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands grazed my hips, my ass, my breasts.

Oh how I needed him. I briefly considered contraception but I knew I wanted to take his sperm and cherish it. I wanted my eggs to be bathed in his potent seed. I wanted to be his, joined to him forever and a day. I needed to be his woman, inseminated with his babies. Fuck! What was I thinking! But I smiled secretly to myself - we would create beautiful children together.

I lowered my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his magnificent cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guided him to his small bed and let him lie back as I kissed my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face was now level with his pelvis, and I brought my mouth down to his gently throbbing. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I moved my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moaned as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I moved up and down his sweet cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down,” Jeff gasped and struggled as I began to suck. I released his manhood with a pop and looked directly up into his dreamy eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, knowing the sight of me worshiping his erection, wide eyed and innocent looking, would drive him insane… making him putty in my hands.

“Oh quite the opposite,” he sighed. “You are incredible, Rachel. I just got too close. I don’t want to let go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmured, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Watching you suck me, looking into your eyes,” he began, “it was so hot. So dirty!” He blushed.

“Oh, I know how to be a dirty girl, Jeff.” His eyes lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I was wondering if you could do that for me.”

His penis bobbed as he said the words. He was ready.

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

“Play with your dick for me, Jeff,” I instructed him, softly.

I looked to him for approval and he smiled then closed his eyes, his breath quickening as he wrapped his finger and his thumb around his shaft.

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

He covered his cock with his hand and I sigh. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and returned to slowly stroking his cock. Gliding his fingers down his length and over his head.

I loved watching him like this, imagining how he looked when he was alone. His manhood looked beautiful, no more than average in size, but I knew it fit me perfectly. It turned me on that he was pleasuring himself for me, that he was embracing that feeling. His eyes were still shut and I wondered, would he notice if I touched myself too? And if he did, would he mind?

I decided to find out, lowering my hand between my legs as he continued jerking himself off for both of our enjoyment.

“I’ve never sucked such a beautiful cock before,” I whispered to him, cautiously massaging my clit. His eyes were still closed but I was going to become the dirty girlfriend of his dreams.

“You’re lucky I even let something that wide into my mouth,” I said huskily, “I nearly choked on it.”

He pulled himself faster, then slower again. I missed feeling his purple head against my tongue and the salty tang of his manhood.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you,” I whispered confessionally, even though it was lie… Jeff was always out of reach… older, sexy and desirable yes, but to a preteen I only had eyes for his brother, Joseph. “I wanted to tell everyone I was fucking you. I couldn’t believe such an attractive older guy could want a little slut like me.” I watched his cock jump in his hand and smiled.

“I am so much younger than you, I’ve never given myself to a man so willingly. I want you Jeff. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want to scream your name in ecstasy as your parents bang on the bedroom door. I want to have your babies!”

He let out a small cry of pleasure, his cheeks flushed. I rubbed my clit faster, hands trying to calm the throbbing elicited by this new experience.  My breathing was now as fast as his own.

“I always had a thing for older men, I guess,” I offered honestly, “You know just how to treat a woman. My pussy has ached for you all day, Jeff. You’re not like the other boys… you’re nothing like your brother. I want you,” I gasped, “I want you inside me!”

“I want you… you’re incredible… I’ve never met anyone like you…”

“Is there anyone else in your life, Jeff?” I questioned. “Can we really be together?” In that moment he would have agreed to anything but it made my nipples tingle and my womb throb to ask. I paused, wondering if I had said too much.

“Rachel, I belong to you,” he murmured. “There is only you.”

Ok, then, on we go.

I continued moving my hand between my legs, shocked at how wet I was. I know he wouldn’t care if he saw but I felt a little guilty that he didn’t know I was touching myself too. That I was enjoying it as much as he was. My finger tip was flicking my exposed clitty when I noticed he had stopped masturbating. His eyes were open, locked on my vulva as my fingers strummed incessantly.

I stopped and looked up at him, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. “Jeff, doyou want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do, baby,” he reassured me. “But… mmm…” he was silenced as I quickly found his cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. He loved my attention on his cock, but he wasn’t ready to give in and do me yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty.

“Do you want my hot little mouth back on your cock, Jeff?” he groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with his cock. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?” I looked him directly in the eye, “I think my older lover wants to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth?” I inched closer to my prize as I spoke, breathing on his  semi-erect cock. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. “Jeff?” My soft lips barely grazed his cock in a teasing kiss and he jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture.

He clenched his jaw as his resolve quickly melted away and his hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to his cock. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

I gave him a wicked smile before sliding down from him and onto my knees on the bedroom carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at his delicious cock. He groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of his swollen member so lightly and innocently that he was ready to grab me by my hair and force his cock down my throat, but somehow he managed to hold back and his patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting him harder by the second. I grinned as I let the rest of his cock slowly eased into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. He felt the restrain of my throat’s natural gag reflex for a moment before penetrating deeply and immediately he was in heaven. He let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking his hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along his member before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that he could watch every inch of his hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. His moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as he thrusted gently.

With his cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let his cock pop out of my mouth. He almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at him. I looked back at his cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. “Yum… does my baby want to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face.

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth,” I said, crawling backwards. He did a double take, as if he might have misheard, but a moment later he didn’t waste his time. He was on his feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to his cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for him and slipped his throbbing penis between my voluptuous lips. Jeff moaned again as his cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out as he fucked my mouth like a pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he had his way with my face, though I was instantly brought to attention when his hand slipped down and found a breast, roughly mashing it in his hand, his thumb flickering over my nipples. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving him oral pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as he continued to drive his sex in and out of my mouth.

My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of his cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on his rock hard shaft, which sent him over the edge. He was now panting hard. “Aww, fuck, Rachel. Nngh. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah…” he slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of his ejaculate coated my throat. His cock twitched as a few more streams of his salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down his shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out.

He worked his fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Rachel, you are perfection. You know just how to get me off.”

I began to stand and shrugged it off. “Practice makes perfect and I’m eager to learn from my more experienced lover.”

“Haha, I’m just sorry I didn’t have a bigger load for you to take,” he said in a mock apology.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Maybe next time?”

“For all time. Right,” he replied, nodding. “Now,” he started, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, “time for me to take care of you.” He gathered my little body up in his arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on his old bed. He climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed his shoulders as his tongue slid over an already se

Unconventional

I felt unusually uncomfortable. I wasn’t looking forward to my regular appointment with my counselor at all. I didn’t want anything to dampen this high I’d been riding since Rachel moved in with me.

It’d been a real pain in the ass to make room at my place for all her stuff, and we ended up just renting storage space for most of it, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat just to have her there. Everything sort of changed when the place became ours instead of mine. It brought us closer together.

This was the third time I’d lived with a girl. I moved straight from my mom’s house in with a girl going through a divorce… Sophie. She needed to feel safe, and at nineteen, I needed to get laid. We got along great. It helped that we were into the same drugs at the time. Sophie is really the one who got me hooked on BDSM. She wasn’t in the lifestyle or anything, but she liked it rough.

I’d never heard of role playing, and I don’t think she had either, but that’s what we did when we were bored out of our wits in that one bedroom apartment. Sophie had this look she would give me to indicate that she wanted to fuck. I watched for that look. Shit, I was nineteen, my dick was perpetually hard.

But when I would try to start something with her, she’d go cold. This hot/cold routine would escalate until my balls couldn’t take it anymore and next thing I knew, I’d be holding her face to the carpet and ramming my penis in her cunt. At first I felt really guilty about it afterward. Especially since she’d have carpet burns, scrapes, and cuts on her face, neck, and arms the next day. It looked like I was abusing her. She never minded the marks, but I did. It would’ve been hard to explain to a judge.

It was how she got off, though. And after a while, it was the only way I could get off, too. I’d spend hours figuring out how to tie quick knots that would hold so I could tie her down and minimize the marks and bruises she’d get. When that got old, I started surfing sites for other methods of restraints. That’s when I stumbled onto BDSM.

I didn’t have the money to buy half the shit I wanted to buy. In truth, my money went mostly on just living and getting by in those days. But it wasn’t hard to start making the switch for me. I needed something more… and there was this whole world of terms, rituals, and kinks that I never even knew existed, I could surf sites for hours and never get bored. It kept my obsessive mind busy.

Sophie wasn’t into it, though. She said it was too fake for her. She had this rape fantasy thing working in her mind and didn’t want to have anything to do with negotiating a scene, discussing limits, or using safewords. The more I read online, though, the more I saw myself doing jail time if I kept playing her game. Each session got rougher.

She’d spit in my face and then taunt me to slap her. I’d do it. One time, she goaded me into getting rough with her, she pinched at my nipples and twisted them until I practically broke her wrist forcing her to the ground. It wasn’t just she who was getting cuts and bruises anymore. I was walking around with marks, too.

Only the pain wasn’t doing the same thing for me as it did for her. I didn’t get off on it. In fact, just the opposite. It got so I avoided triggering any sort of sexual response in her because I was having some trouble getting it up for her sessions.

I tried using humiliating language on her to take the place of the physical force. Calling her a filthy whore worked somewhat to satisfy her without having to engage in full out physical warfare, but it didn’t do much for me. My time with Sophie was proving to be a self-awareness trip. I’d try something to see how it would work. Some kinks weren’t my thing; some were.

When I finally figured out that the reason I didn’t like her rough sessions was because she had most of the control over them, a whole world of possibilities opened up for me. But it was a world without Sophie.

I lived back at home for awhile, and then on my own until Jodie came along. There were women in between that stayed at my place regularly, but none that I would really classify as moving in all the way. Jodie seemed different. Our affiliation was based on our symbiotic needs and nothing more. It was a great way to learn the ropes, but after a while it just grew stale. I’d find myself wanting something more meaningful than just a play partner.

“Jeff, you can go in now.”

The receptionist’s voice snapped me back to present day. I attempted a smile at her as I pushed through Dr. Robinson’s office door.

Lily Robinson was the third doctor I’d seen since I was first labeled with OCD and autism. My teenage years had been cruel and had spun me straight into clinical depression. The first two doctors insisted I go into residential care after a suicide attempt but Dr. Robinson took a different tack.

Lily looked up from her desk and tilted her head expectantly toward me.

“Two years, nine months, and six days.” I was required to do the math before we could start a session. It was my own affirmation of my condition. Doing this helped me to not dwell on every lousy failed attempt at gaining control over other aspects of my life.

“How do you rate your current confidence?”

“Nine, plus. Doesn’t cross my mind.” My mind is too occupied with Rachel to think about doing drugs.

Dr. Robinson recorded the number I’d just given her and then reviewed her notes for a moment. “Last month you invited Rachel to join us. Was there anything from that session that you wanted to address today?”

“I mostly wanted to put her mind at ease. You know, about what I’m about.”

“And did the session do that?”

“Yeah, I guess. She sort of made up her mind a couple days before the appointment. I brought her anyway. I wanted you to meet her.”

“Why? You don’t need my approval, Jeff.”

“I know. I don’t know at this point if it would matter much if you didn’t approve of Rachel. But … I know myself, and what’s going on in my mind right now, the constant focus … it concerns me a little.”

“Is it any different than what you did to get into the IT field? You poured over manuals and online tutorials to teach yourself the trade. What about BDSM and your study of control? Or your bullwhip training, for example? Are any of those pursuits different than this one in the way you pour yourself into it with a single-minded focus?”

“No.”

“Have you felt your sense of self-control slipping?”

“At times, yeah. I get so obsessed with what Rachel is doing when she’s not with me that I have to fight this urge to drive to her work and camp out and wait for her.”

“Do you actually do it?”

“No.”

“What stops you?”

“I imagine her seeing me there and how freaked out she would get. You met her, so you know how jumpy she is.”

“I met her, yes. I don’t know if I observed the jumpiness you describe.”

“It’s subtle, but it’s there.”

“You’re allowed to have absurd thoughts. I’d say that you are demonstrating an appropriate and fairly common response for an obsessive person in a committed relationship. As long as you continue to recognize the boundary between fantasy and reality, it’ll be okay.”

Her fantasy-reality statement reminded me of something. “We’re starting to role-play a little. I devised a simple scene last weekend that worked out pretty well. I’ve been creating all these scenes in my mind now; really pouring some serious brain-effort into it.”

“In a positive or negative way?”

“Positive. I was late to a meeting once, but other than that, it hasn’t really affected work. I can’t think about it as much there because of the physical effect it has on me.”

It took Dr. Robinson a moment to figure out that I was referring to the hard-on I get when I start visualizing scenes with Rachel. I waited until I saw the recognition on her face to continue.

“Rachel has some hang-ups with personal image that I want to work through, so some of the scenes I have in mind will be public. And she thinks of me as being a lot older than her, even though there’s only ten years difference between us, so I want to create some roles where I’m an authority figurehead. There’s a guy in our group that leases office spaces and he has a vacant office that he’s offered up to me and a few other buddies. It’s only for a short time. I’ve reserved the space for tomorrow and Wednesday night. I have a little office scene planned.”

“Sounds like something fun.”

I briefly wondered if there was any truth to her words. I would wager that she’d never so much as considered role-playing with a partner. Not in the way I had planned, anyway.

She was consistently supportive of my unconventional activities, though. She’d never batted an eye over it, from the first time I mentioned my SM proclivities. In fact, many times she applauded my lifestyle choice for the positive direction it shifted my focus.

“I think she’s going to like what I have planned.”

“And you?”

“Oh, yeah. I like everything I do with Rachel. I’m crazy about her.”

“I think this is the most enthusiastic you’ve been about a girl.”

“It is. Definitely. I think this is the real deal. She’s moved into my place now. We’re getting her house ready to go on the market. She has a lot of junk to get rid of first.”

“Have you made plans for the future?”

“Not yet. I think about it constantly. I’ve even picked out a ring.”

“That’s a big step for not having discussed it first.”

“I didn’t say I bought the ring. I realise how compulsive that would be. It’s on hold for now.”

“Why the hesitation? That’s not like you.”

“I’m waiting for her house to sell before I bring it up. I don’t want to scare her.”

“What does her house selling have to do with scaring her or not?”

“It doesn’t. I just don’t want her to run away before we talk through it. I’m afraid of losing her.”

“So, you’re waiting until she has no other options?”

I could feel my stomach acid start to burn my throat. It was exactly what I was doing.

“Being vulnerable is the hardest part of intimacy, Jeff. It’s why some people avoid getting close to people.”

“Yeah, it sucks. It makes me feel so …” I knew the words, but I didn’t want to say them.

“Out of control?”

I nodded.

“If you were entering into this relationship two years ago, I might caution you. At that point in your development, it would’ve caused me concern. But not now. Not with your current degree of confidence. I think you’re ready for a committed relationship. You’ve developed some excellent coping mechanisms. In fact, I’ve been half expecting you to stop our sessions.”

“I’ve thought about it. But it feels good to hear that I’m doing the right things.”

“Then we should keep going. I’ll leave it totally up to you for how long.”

“There is this other thing that has cropped up lately. It’s sort of weird, and may be totally unrelated but I think I should mention it. I’m sort of developing some kind of fetish around impregnation. It’s starting to take over all my other fantasies.”

“Are your fantasies focused on Rachel, or on pregnant women in general?”

I thought about it for a second. “Only Rachel. But, I mean, all my fantasies are about Rachel right now.”

“Have you been unable to perform without this fantasy being present?”

“Oh, no. I can pretty much get it up …” I paused to reword my sentence. “I don’t need any visualizations when I’m with Rachel. This role playing and anything else we add is just an enhancement.”

Dr. Robinson smiled. “Then I don’t think you have anything to worry about. It’s perfectly normal to fantasize about the next phase of your life with the woman you love. I will, however, strongly suggest that you start talking to Rachel about it.”

“I’ve mentioned it once to her. That I fantasized about having totally unprotected sex with her.”

“I meant, talk to her about your future. About marriage. Kids. The other part is optional.”

Dr. Robinson’s expression was one of reproof. I was rapidly approaching the edge of her comfort zone. She preferred to stay in non-sexual territory. I wouldn’t have brought up the fetish, except that I wanted to know if it had anything to do with my obsessive personality. Apparently not.

——–

Rachel and I had pretty ordinary sex that night. I pinned her wrists over her head as I fucked her missionary style. We were going to be playing the next two nights, so I didn’t want to go all out. I liked just having sex sometimes. Hell, with Rachel, it was all good.

I collapsed onto the mattress next to Rachel and pulled her back to my chest to talk.

“Are you ready for our scene tomorrow night?”

Rachel nodded. “I’ve picked out my outfits and everything. I even invented a whole background for my character to go along with the scene.”

“When did you do that?”

“At work today, mostly.”

“You should be focusing on work while at work. Dr. Robinson would be disappointed.”

“How was your session tonight?”

My heart tripped as I thought about what Dr. Robinson had suggested I do. The thought of asking Rachel to marry me just wracked me with fear.

“Jeff?”

I realised that I hadn’t answered Rachel. “It was fine. Nothing ground-breaking. She sort of suggested that I didn’t have to see her anymore.”

“What do you think?”

“I probably don’t, but it doesn’t feel right to quit just yet. A little longer.”

“I’m sure she just wants you to know you have options.”

Rachel’s statement reminded me once again of what Dr. Robinson had said about stripping Rachel of options. It made me sick to think about it. It was one thing for Rachel to give me control, and something entirely different to take it from her. I didn’t want to be that guy.

But when I opened my mouth to bring up the subject of our future, I froze. Nothing came out.

“Are you alright? You seem miles away.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here. Just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I can say that a thousand times a day, but can’t talk about commitment. What a fucking pussy I am.

——–

I managed to put it out of my mind for most of the day. It helped that we had a play session planned. I had something to capture my focus. By the time 4:00 rolled around, I was ready to slip into my harassing director role.

I shaved all my facial hair and changed into a business suit once I got to the vacant office space. Tie and all. I had to do something to make myself look older in Rachel’s eyes.

The space was pretty much the way it had been described. There was a reception area, three private offices, and a large open space with cubicles. For the scene I had planned, Rachel was the administrative assistant who sat near the door, and I was the asshole boss who occupied the largest of the three offices at the end of the hall. It was performance review time.

Rachel loved the scene because she had just gone through her performance review at work. This review was going to be a little different than the one she got at her real job, though.

I left papers on her desk, an assignment that she was to complete along with a note to come see me at 5:00pm. I knew she would be late.

When she appeared at the doorway of my office at 5:08pm, I was leaning back in my chair with a smug grin on my face, ignoring my open laptop.

“You’re late.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. She scanned my appearance from head to toe. Her stunned gaze flitted from my upper lip to my throat to my stomach and back again. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. I had to, uh…”

“Come in here and shut the door behind you. I’m not interested in your excuses, Miss Hobbs.” We’d decided to stick with our real names so it would be easier to remember.

“It’s Jameson now, sir. I’ve decided to switch back to my maiden name.”

My surname? For real, or just for this scene? “Very well, Miss Jameson. Have a seat.”

Rachel swallowed hard and moved quickly to the seat opposite the desk from me. Her nervousness was making my penis stiffen. Not to mention the cute little white blouse and flowery skirt she had picked out for the occasion. She almost looked too young to be working in an office. Another scene flashed quickly before my eyes. I filed it away to explore another time.

“I’ve been reviewing what your peers have had to say about working with you, along with the notes your previous manager has left. It appears that you are unfocused at times, is that correct?”

Rachel suppressed a smile. I’d just added that tidbit to my script the night before when she mentioned spending her time at work thinking about our scene. She cleared her throat before responding. “I don’t know. I try hard to stay on task most of the time.”

“And what about your tardiness? There was tonight, of course, but in your file I see this can be a problem.”

“I apologise for tonight, sir. As for the other times … I get detained sometimes at home in the morning. My, uh, brother hogs the shower.”

“Oh, come now, Miss Jameson, I don’t believe for a second that you live with your brother. Why would you lie to me like that?”

Rachel scrambled to think of an excuse. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. It’s my boyfriend who hogs the shower.”

She tilted her head in an accusatory gesture. I’d made her late for work a couple of weeks earlier because I’d taken over her shower to fuck her in the morning. I then finished my own bathing before letting her continue. I’d never been very good at sharing the shower.

I liked how she followed my lead on incorporating real life events in our role playing. She was a natural at it.

“On the balance, you do produce your share of work.” I paused and stood up from my chair as if pondering what to say next. I sauntered around the desk and then leaned back against it once I was standing directly in front of where she was sitting. “You’re the last employee I have to review today. You know what I’m finding most annoying about these reviews, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel shook her head as she blinked up at me.

“Mediocrity.”

“Sir?”

“People doing only just what they have to to get by. In your file there is nothing to suggest that you are a problem employee. No real infractions. And yet, also nothing to suggest that you’re trying very hard, either. I have a stack of reviews identical to yours sitting on my desk.” I pointed to a stack of manila files staged next to my laptop. “I can’t give everyone a raise. And my boss says I need to let two people go.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I gazed down at Rachel with a sad expression on my face.

“It saddens me. It really does. You’re a very beautiful, bright young woman, Rachel.”

Rachel fidgeted. Pink splotches appeared on her neck and cheeks. She was starting to lose herself in the scene. “Please, sir. I like my job.”

I shook my head. “I just don’t know if you like it enough, Rachel.”

“I do. I swear. Please don’t fire me.”

“I don’t want to. Believe me. Just seeing you like this breaks my heart.”

I moved around her chair to stand behind her. My hands cupped her cheeks and then moved down her neck to massage her shoulders. Rachel froze and held her breath.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, you’ll find that I can be a very … generous boss.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I like to work off a system of both rewards and punishments. Someone such as yourself who might stay late a couple of nights a week to help me in the office, might find themselves rewarded in a number of ways. Some financial. Some, let’s say, more intimate.”

I removed my hands from massaging her neck.

“But if that doesn’t interest you, maybe you should look for other work. I’m sure in this economy…”

“What sort of help do you have in mind?”

I placed one hand onto her neck and gently caressed the soft skin there as the fingers of my other hand went to work on her pinned hair. One by one I removed the pins, dropping each one on the floor until her hair fell onto her shoulders. “There, now. That’s so much better.”

My fingers sunk deep into her hair to massage her scalp. I had complete control of her head. One hand now cupping her chin as the other one massaged her scalp. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second. I slid my thumb up over her jaw and across her slack lips. Before she could grow tense, I slipped it past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes shot open in alarm.

“Sh-sh-sh. No need to be alarmed. It’s just my thumb.” I circled my thumb over her tongue and then back farther into her mouth. Her tongue and mouth fell slack. “Suck on my thumb, Rachel. It’s okay. You know you want to.”

Rachel’s lips closed around the base of my thumb and her tongue pressed the digit to the roof of her mouth. Her suction pulled it deep inside her mouth.

“You have such a pretty mouth. Your tongue feels so very nice, too. Would you like to keep your job here, Rachel?”

Rachel nodded, maintaining a strong suction on my thumb as she did so. She looked so fucking adorable, I could hardly stand it another second.

“Still… there are some things in your file that might make someone question my decision to keep you. I might forgive your lack of focus, but there’s still the matter of your tardiness. Had you not been late to our meeting, I could’ve overlooked it. But you made me wait, Rachel. And I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Rachel released my thumb and swallowed hard. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, you’re just going to have to take your punishment, I’m afraid. Unless of course, you’d rather take your leave…?”

Rachel shook her head violently. It was really despicable the way I was playing my role. I hoped to hell Rachel never had a boss even remotely like the one I was portraying. I’d gladly go to jail for beating the shit out of any scumbag who treated their female employees this way.

I offered my hand to help her up. “Come. Let’s get this over with, then.”

I led her around the desk, rolling the desk chair away from any impediments before sitting down in it.

“Over my lap you go.” I patted my lap and waited with an expectant expression. “I don’t have all night, Miss Jameson. The sooner you bend over my lap, the sooner this will be behind us. Then we can move onto the reward.”

Rachel perked up at the sound of that. She licked her lips and studied my thighs. She could no doubt see the outline of my erection through the trousers. I smiled when her eyes darted up to mine. She inched to one side of me, unsure of how to go about bending over.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake … here.” I yanked her wrist until she fell onto my lap and then caught her waist with my free arm to keep her from sliding off my legs. “Steady yourself with your palms on the floor.” I hardly needed to tell her the last part. Her hands had already gone there to keep from teetering onto her head.

Rachel’s choice of skirt was perfect for what I had in mind. I had no idea if she would choose a tight- or loose-fitting skirt for our scene. We didn’t discuss it in advance because that would give away what I wanted to do. I knew I could adjust my script to either, but silently preferred a skirt that I could hike up for a bare bottom spanking. She just so happened to pick one. Or, maybe had a similar vision of how this would go.

“It’s important that you understand that I glean no satisfaction from hurting you. Once I’ve finished, the punishment is complete.”

“How many, sir?”

“I am going to time it. You were eight minutes late, therefore, you will sustain eight minutes of punishment.”

Rachel gasped. Eight minutes could be a very long time over the knee.

I smoothed her skirt down and lifted my hand for her first set of swats through the thin cotton fabric. I thought it would be a good warm up to leave the skirt down at first. I came down in rapid strokes, around six or eight at a time, switching from one butt cheek to the other.

I paused after about 30 seconds of solid warm-up. Rachel was panting. She had begun to squirm on the last few strokes, indicating that her ass was starting to heat-up. I wedged my hand between her knees and then slid it up her inner thighs. Her skirt pooled around my wrist. I then gathered the fabric with my other hand and lifted it to expose her bottom.

She was wearing lavender cotton panties. Pink flesh peeked out beneath the fabric. I yanked at the elastic, tucking the fabric firmly into her butt crack until her cheeks were fully exposed. Her flesh had already turned a lovely bright shade of pink. I ran my fingers over the heated flesh for several moments, then without warning, lifted my hand for the first serious swat.

Rachel yelped and whined. I gritted my teeth through the rage that boiled up from hearing the whining noise. I hated whining, but we were in a scene. I was Mr. Hadfield, the harassing boss; not Jeff, the dominant boyfriend. I didn’t want to break the mood. Instead, I lifted my hand and came down even harder, for two strokes instead of one.

Rachel huffed and hissed, but she caught herself before she whined again. That’s my girl.

I continued to spank her bare bottom, switching from side to side. Rachel would grab my calf when it got too much for her and I would take a break. But only for a moment before continuing on. And mostly because my hand was starting to sting like hell. I silently wished I’d brought a ruler with me.

I glanced at my laptop to check the time. It had been just over eight minutes. I was ready for this part of the scene to be over. I stilled my arm and rested it on her upper thighs so I could caress her red bottom. She was going to have trouble sitting after that. Luckily, I didn’t intend for her to sit again.

I listened for her breathing to slow to near normal. When she started to take deep breaths to fill her lungs again, I knew she was ready. I let my fingers trail between her thighs to pet her pussy through the cotton. Rachel’s body tensed.

“I told you that I can be a very giving boss. I like to reward good behavior, Rachel.”

“I thought you meant with bonuses and stuff like that.”

My index finger traced a line up and down her slit through the sodden fabric of her panties. “There are other rewards that you’ll find much more satisfying. I think you want me to show you, but you’re afraid of what that’ll make you. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, let me tell you exactly what it will make you. You will be my very special girl, Rachel. You want that, don’t you? To be my special girl?”

Rachel nodded but didn’t answer.

“I want that, too. Now, let me help you stand up.”

I shifted my legs so she could gain purchase with her feet and stand. I steadied her in front of me as all the blood rushed back down her body.

“Remove your skirt and panties.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make you feel good, of course. This is your reward. Now, stop dawdling.”

Rachel reached over to her side to unfasten her skirt. A moment later, it was cascading to the floor. She tentatively tugged at her panties as she hissed through the pain of the elastic sliding over her tender skin.

I ogled her bare pussy as if I were seeing it for the first time. “How lovely. Just the way I like it. You are truly my special girl, Rachel.”

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment. I knew better, though. If she didn’t come within a minute, I was going to be surprised. I’d planned this scene with just the right amount of humiliation for her. I knew her pussy was already throbbing.

I leaned forward in my chair and snaked my tongue out to her slit. “Mmmmm. You taste perfect. Widen your stance for me, little one.”

Tears were welling in her eyes. I wasn’t positive if they were leftover from the spanking, or a product of the humiliation she was feeling at the moment. She widened her stance just a few inches and covered her face with her hand.

I slid my thumbs into her slit and opened her labia to expose her clitoral hood. Her pretty pink center was peeking out from beneath its protective hooded flesh. It was swollen and erect. So beautiful.

I approached her flesh with a soft tongue, laving and swirling around the slick tissue. Heat radiated from her center. She was already so close to orgasm. Our scene had gotten her into a perfect frame of mind to climax. I was just there to tip her over.

I glanced up at her face. She was still hiding behind her splayed palm.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Miss Jameson. Your pussy is beautiful and ripe. I just want to make it feel good. So, don’t be afraid to cum. I want my special girl to come for me.”

My hands slid around her hips to grip her bottom and pull her to my face. She yelped and shuffled her feet to remain standing. My tongue delved between her pussy lips and assaulted her clit. It was time for her to let go. I squeezed her heated butt cheeks as I worked her hard center, never straying from it for a moment. Several seconds later, her knees buckled and her hands gripped my shoulders. She gasped and sputtered her release, refraining from uttering a single sound. It was the only thing left that she controlled.

I sat back and smacked my lips with a satisfying noise and smug grin. Straightening my tie, I sat back in my chair to unashamedly admire her swollen lips.

“You’re a remarkable girl. I want your pussy just like this tomorrow.” I reached out to casually stroke her glistening lips. “Don’t let that boyfriend of yours fuck it tonight. Okay, little one?”

Rachel nodded. Her chin quivered and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. She was getting into the scene a little more than I had planned. I didn’t expect so many tears. I debated on whether or not to call off the rest of the scene. I had planned to have her suck me off, but I didn’t know if I could come with her on the verge of tears like she was.

You need to trust her, Jeff. She knows to use her safeword if it gets to be too much. Until then, you have to see this through. If you back down now, it’ll do more damage than just pushing through it. Regroup. Think.

I pulled her onto my lap and tucked her face into my neck. I held her while she quietly sniffled. A few silent minutes passed. I was giving her a timeout without calling it out loud.

“Was that so terrible that you have to cry about it, little one?” I needed to get back on track.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

“Be honest with me, now. My special girl liked having her pussy licked, didn’t she?” I hoped I wasn’t laying it on too thick.

Rachel nodded. “Yes.”

The fact that she answered verbally told me that we were back in business. She would never say it out loud if she were feeling traumatized by it. “That’s my good girl.”

I cringed as soon as the sentence left my mouth. Those were my words. Jeff’s words. I meant to say ‘special’ instead of 'good’. I didn’t want to use any term of endearment for her during the scene that I used in our real life. But I could hardly help that it was what I was thinking at that moment. I was immensely proud of how she was handling the scene.

“I think I deserve a little something for saving your job and treating you so nicely. Don’t you?”

Rachel lifted her head from my shoulder and sat upright. She avoided looking me in the eye as she nodded slowly.

“I don’t think I can wait another day to feel that pretty little mouth again.” I eased her off my lap and pressed on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. I very carefully brushed her hair behind her shoulders, then I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her cheeks flushed in response.

I wasn’t going to touch her breasts, but they were hard to resist. And my penis had softened considerably during our time-out. I needed to get back in the mood.

My hands moved to the top button of her blouse. Rachel glanced up at me briefly before averting her gaze again. I unbuttoned each one until her white cotton blouse hung open. She was wearing a front clasp bra. She seemed to have a lot of those. It wouldn’t have mattered either way. I would’ve just pushed the other kind up over her breasts and fondled them that way. That would’ve added to the humiliation.

I unclasped her bra and held onto it for a moment for dramatic effect before peeling it to the sides. My penis appreciated the suspense, which was what I was after. Rachel’s chest rose and fell more rapidly. She, too, was relishing the anticipation.

My eyes lit up with wonder as her breasts were revealed. Her nipples were hardly more than dots on her chest, puckered to perfect, tight, protruding points. Gooseflesh blanketed the surrounding area.

For a moment, it felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her breasts were sheer perfection. I’d always felt that way about them, but this was like seeing them for the first time again. Her unmistakable arousal broadcasted across her chest like that was really something breathtaking to behold.

My palms immediately cupped both her breasts at the same time, my thumbs grazing her lovely, hard points. “I can make you feel this good every time, Rachel. That will be your reward for keeping this a secret from everyone. Only you and I can know you’re my special girl.” I tugged at her nipples and she gasped. I thought there was a good possibility I could bring her to climax a second time. But we weren’t at home, and we didn’t drive together. I was a little concerned for her safety after the scene was over.

I released her breasts and quickly unfastened my pants, pulling my now rigid cock from my briefs. Rachel glanced down at it. Her breathing hitched, and then she worried her lower lip between her teeth. It was such a cute response, and totally new. She’d never chewed on her lip like that before. It was so fucking sexy.

I reached up to still her mouth with my thumb, still dumbstruck from the effect it was having on my steel rod. “Suck my cock, little one.”

My hand slipped behind her neck to guide her face to my cock. She hesitated for a second just before her lips touched the tip of my mushroom head. Then she opened her mouth and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, yeah, little one. That’s it.”

I guided her face up and down my shaft. Her lips clamped tight around my girth as her warm, wet mouth devoured my length over and over again. I eased her farther onto my cock so I could feel the tight ring at the back of her throat. I held her there for a couple of seconds and then released her so she could catch her breath.

She looked up at me with watery eyes and it was my undoing. My balls tingled and drew up. I’d always given her notice of my arrival, but it didn’t feel right for this character. He would expect his office whore to take it and swallow without complaint. I casually tapped on Rachel’s cheek a couple of seconds before I unloaded into her mouth. I almost didn’t get that much done. I didn’t have much warning. The climax overtook me in a rush and rolled through me with unbelievable force.

——–

I blinked hard at my computer screen. I hadn’t gotten shit done all day. Our scene kept replaying in my mind as if my engorged cock held the remote. There just wasn’t enough blood left over for my brain to do anything but wander aimlessly and plan where our next scene was going.

We’d sort of continued our role-playing into the night. Only after we both arrived home, I was back to being Jeff again. Rachel showered almost as soon as she arrived home. I was concerned that maybe the scene had a lasting effect on her since she never showered at night. But when I asked her if we needed to talk, she smiled and winked at me as she shook her head.

God, I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

I tried to make advances on her in bed but she pushed me away, claiming that she was wiped out from her performance review and long day at work. She then informed me that her boss would be retaining her the next night as well and that I shouldn’t wait on her for dinner.

She’d clearly thought this through on her ride from the office to the house. I hadn’t really thought of combining the two days into one long office scene the way she was doing, but it worked. It just made me unable to focus on anything else. I should’ve taken the day off.

I shutdown my laptop early to head to the vacant offices. I’d noticed the day before that there was an unsecured wireless network available. I could actually work from that office, which would be infinitely better than trying to concentrate at my desk with a raging hard-on. I didn’t have to worry about someone noticing it.

I settled into my chair and started getting into character. I’d brought some additional props with me this time. I’d gotten the idea from watching movies with high-powered executives. They all seemed to have decanters of liquor in their office. There was a credenza in the vacant office that might’ve been used for that very purpose, so I picked up a cheap decanter and highball glass set at the store on my lunch break. I filled the decanter with decaffeinated tea and arranged the glasses in a circle around it atop the credenza.

I didn’t have much scripted for our play session. My brain hadn’t been working all day. I was going to have to improvise.

I heard movement around the reception desk. Rachel was early. She wanted to make sure she didn’t get punished for being late again. Smart girl. This much I’d hoped for. I didn’t think my cock could wait through another spanking. It’d been painfully swollen and throbbing for the past few hours in anticipation of our scene.

I turned my attention to my laptop when I heard her footsteps approaching down the hallway. I could hardly contain the excitement that was mounting over seeing her again. I’d never felt that much longing for anything in my life. Not even drugs. And I knew it wasn’t the scene that was causing me to feel that way. It was Rachel.

I took a deep breath and steeled my face just a tick before she appeared in the doorway.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

I slowly released the breath I was holding before glancing in her direction. She’d chosen a different look entirely this time. She looked more sophisticated and professional. She wore a tight pencil skirt that ended just above her knee, high heels that were an inch too tall for the office, and a silk blouse that had an alluring drape in front. Her hair was loosely fastened to the back of her head with a claw that could be removed with a single squeeze of the prongs.

I tried to clear my mind of the visual I had of her hair falling over her bare shoulders. I wasn’t going to make it through that scene if I didn’t focus.

I caught a glimpse of a smirk on Rachel’s lips. She knew what the outfit was doing to me. She probably wore it on purpose to try and derail me.

“Yes, Miss Jameson. Come in. Shut the door behind you, please.”

When Rachel turned around, she noticed the decanter on the credenza. Her brow furrowed as she stared at it. I knew she was wondering how I intended to use that prop and if I’d decided to start drinking again just for our scene.

“I see you staring at my scotch. Would you like a drink, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel snapped her face toward me. She shook her head.

“Please, have a seat.” I stood and gestured toward her chair and then waited for her to sit before walking to the credenza to pour two glasses. “We should have a drink. It will help to relax you.”

“Do I need to relax, sir?”

I chuckled as I finished pouring. Then, with a knowing smile on my face, I turned and presented her glass to her. She accepted it with a shaky hand, and I held mine up for a toast. “To tonight.”

I clinked my glass to hers and lifted it to my lips for a healthy sip. Rachel watched me take my sip before tentatively lifting her glass to sniff the contents. A crease formed on her forehead as she took her first sip, then immediately smoothed when the realisation hit her.

I went on as if nothing had happened. “I’d like to keep our late night work sessions more social like this. I assume nothing has changed since last night… No second thoughts, no sudden attacks of misguided morality?”

Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head. She swallowed hard before answering. “No.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

It made my cock harder knowing she was already anticipating what was coming next. I honestly didn’t think it was possible for it to get any harder.

I reached out and stroked her cheek with my knuckles and then watched the pink splotches crawl up her neck and over her pale face. I wondered how much her mind was warring with her responsive body. I could hardly wait for our debriefing afterward. I planned to start it right after I came. I didn’t even want to wait until we were home. I enjoyed playing, but I missed my Rachel.

I kept stroking her cheek as I sipped my drink. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, Rachel. Have you been thinking about me?”

The colour of her cheeks reddened. I could actually feel the rush of heat against my knuckles. She nodded and dipped her head in defeat, her drink coming to rest on her lap.

“Were you able to keep your boyfriend at bay last night?”

“Yes, sir. I did as you asked.”

“Oh, you have missed me. You’re hoping for another reward, aren’t you, my special girl?”

Rachel squirmed in her seat and swallowed hard. She leaned forward and set her half full glass on the edge of the desk and then fought to keep her shaking hands still on her lap. She was positively brimming with sexual tension.

“You don’t have to answer, I can see it in your body. You’re aching for me to touch you again. Is that what you’ve been thinking about today, Rachel? Have you been fantasizing about my tongue swirling around your pert little clit until you explode? Has your tight little cunt been aching to feel me inside you?”

Rachel gasped and then swallowed hard. Her silk blouse shook, betraying how much her body was trembling with need.

“I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet. I didn’t get to spend the time I wanted there. I want to explore more of what you have to offer, Rachel. Get to know every inch of you as you will come to know me in time.”

I set my drink down next to hers and cupped her face in my palms, lifting her gaze to mine.

“Tonight will set our future. After this, there is no going back.”

I steadied her face in my palms to claim her mouth. Plunging my tongue past her lips, I filled the moist space and seized it for my own selfish purpose. It took her a few seconds to submit to the act, then her tongue was swirling with mine. I released my hold on her face and pulled her up from her chair and into my arms, never breaking contact with her lips.

Our kissing deepened and then grew more frantic as the need escalated within us both. At the rate we were going, I was going to come in my pants before I even got her blouse off. I reluctantly pulled away from our kiss to get back into my role.

We were both panting and clawing at each other like animals in heat. The scene had escalated too quickly.

“Not so fast, little one.” I took a few deep breaths to slow down my breathing and heart rate. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” It was cliche, but unfortunately also the only thing that popped into my head. It fit the role, though.

Rachel stifled a chuckle and buried her face in my shoulder to hide the smile I was sure was on her face.

“You don’t want to rouse the animal in me, little one. He might just hurt you.”

I could tell the very instant that smile left Rachel’s face. A chill ran through her and she started to pull away from my grasp. I tightened my hold on her and roughly groped her right breast through her blouse to drive the point home.

I released her breast and unbuckled my belt. Pinning her against the desk with my body, I unfastened my trousers and pulled my engorged cock through the opening in the boxers I was wearing.

“This is what you’ve really come here for, isn’t it, Rachel little one?”

Rachel turned her head to the side to avoid looking at it. I firmly grasped her wrist and eased her hand to my stiff cock.

“Play with my penis, little one. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. The beast is silenced.”

I held her wrist as her fingers slowly glided over my shaft.

“That’s my special girl.”

Rachel winced at the phrase but kept exploring with her fingers. I released her wrist to allow her to do it on her own. I got a charge out of watching her caress my cock with such reluctance. There was something about it that turned me on.

I reached into her blouse and snaked my hand beneath her bra to fondle her breast. A few seconds later, I had her unclasped and was holding the weight of her bare bosom in my hand.

She wouldn’t face me for another kiss, so I lowered my face to her neck and began to kiss and suckle her there. I knew this was a major erogenous zone for Rachel, and her body responded accordingly. She arched her back, thrusting her breast harder into my massaging palm.

It felt like I was witnessing a tennis match. Her willing body against her reluctant mind. At the moment, her body was winning. Time to serve one up for her mind, now.

“I like the way you’re stroking my cock, little one. I’d like it better if you were naked. Think you can manage that while I shutdown my computer?” I tapped her chin for an extra demeaning effect before tucking my cock back into my boxers and buttoning the trousers to keep them up as I walked around the desk.

Rachel appeared to be frozen in place. I could only imagine the litany of names she was calling me at that moment. I pretended not to notice her as I focused on my computer screen, but I caught every move she made from my peripheral vision.

It took her a couple of seconds to start moving toward the goal of removing her clothes. I imagine she was giving herself a pretty heavy pep talk. She was a strong woman, who in real life had never succumbed to such demeaning control. Truth be told, what I was doing to her was mild compared to what I’d done in the past with other willing subs.

The thing I’d learned from my experience in the lifestyle was that one size didn’t fit all. What we were doing might bore the snot out of someone else. And what another submissive endured would probably scare the shit out of Rachel. It didn’t really matter as long as what you did was working for you.

And even though this was pretty tame compared to other scenes I’d done, it was definitely working for me.

She took her time removing her clothing and so I took my time shutting down, being sure to send off a few last minute emails as if having a naked woman in my office was a regular occurrence and not nearly as important as business. By the time my screen was going blank, she no doubt felt the full weight of her insignificance to my character.

I shoved the laptop into the carrying case and cleared the desktop of all other contents. I’d brought a ruler and had it prominently displayed atop the desk in case she decided to be disobedient. I had to be ready to follow through on punishments, if needed, and my hand couldn’t take another long spanking. I was thankful the scene hadn’t gone that direction.

I approached Rachel’s flank and pulled her naked body against my business suit to give her the full effect of her vulnerability. Her arms were crossed over her front, protecting her breasts and lower abdomen. She was so cute like that, but not quite where I wanted her. Time for a nice lob for the other side.

I unclipped her hair and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent and laying small kisses beneath her ear and along her shoulder. She shivered in response. Yes, that’s it. Let the feeling take you.

My arms engulfed her, my hand brushing her arm away from her breast so I could fondle it as I nibbled her ear. I’d made it once again clear that I was the one who controlled what happened. That was the way to get her to submit the way I wanted. To get her juices flowing so urgently that she would do just about anything for release.

I could feel her relaxing in my arms; succumbing to the quickening. My hand slid down her abdomen and over her pussy mound. I cupped her there possessively for a brief moment to convey my claim. Then I pushed my middle finger past her pussy lips and into her hot, wet hole.

Rachel sucked a sharp breath into her lungs at the intrusion. I bit her ear to keep her from moving, and then continued to finger fuck her. I didn’t want to all out fuck her or get her off, I just wanted to show her that I liked to play with her pussy. That it was mine to play with.

“Your pussy is once again ripe for me, Rachel. This time I’m going to give it what it really wants.”

Rachel’s head shook slowly from side to side, and her mouth opened as if she were about to protest, but she said nothing. She simply looked stunned, panting and mewling as I continued to work my finger in and out of her wet cunt.

I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor. I didn’t bother with the boxers, I could leave them in place and fuck her through the open fly. Inching her toward the desk until her thighs came flush against the side, I slipped my finger out of her pussy and pressed her down onto the desk, face-first.

I hoisted her right knee up and onto the desk to open her cunt to me. Then I positioned my throbbing head at her opening.

“Wait! Please, no.”

“It’s too late for that now, little one.”

“I, uh, I’m not on the pill. I could get pregnant.”

This must’ve been part of her character background that she’d conjured up for our scene. I stared down at her glistening cunt, my cock throbbing to enter. I eased the head of my cock inside her warmth and instantly felt her pulsating welcome.

“Please believe me.”

“I do believe you. If you thought that was going to stop me, you were wrong. I love the thought of filling you with my seed and making a baby. I want you to get pregnant. In fact, I might just have you stay after work every night until you do. And if that’s not enough, at lunch, too.”

My hips started bucking furiously, thrusting my cock as deep as I could inside her.

“And when your belly is big and round with my baby, I’m going to keep fucking you.”

I was lost in my own fantasy again, the one that had been haunting my mind for weeks.

“I’m going to suckle milk from your breast as you feed our child, and then I’m going to fill you with my seed until you’re pregnant again. Yes. Fuck.”

I slammed my hips hard into her for my final thrusts, unloading everything I had in a series of intense, shuddering waves that left me seeing stars. I gripped her hips to steady me upright.

For several silent seconds, we remained in that position.

When blood flow returned to my head, I eased out of her pussy and pulled her knee off the desk to return her foot back to the floor. A twinge of guilt washed over me as I realized that I’d been totally selfish. I had no idea if she came or not.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek and neck, working my way along her jaw toward her lips.

Suddenly I had this urgent need to tell her how I felt. “I love you so much, Rachel.”

She smiled, but before she had a chance to reply, my lips were on hers. I was desperate to kiss her. It felt like we’d been apart for days or something. I’d never felt that way after a scene before. I wanted to make love to her again, but not on that desk. Not in that office. At home. In our bed.

I couldn’t let go of her, though. Not yet. I wished I could just beam us there.

I sat down in the chair behind me pulling her firmly onto my lap and holding her in place. Rachel slumped against my chest and heaved a deep sigh.

I stroked her hair. “Are you alright?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. That was intense.”

I nodded. I knew it had been for me. “Did you cum?”

Rachel nodded and chuckled. “Yeah.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Your reaction to my confession about not being on the pill. It was so powerful.”

“That’s because I wasn’t acting.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s how I feel about impregnating you. I want to have children with you. I want to get married first, don’t get me wrong.”

Rachel lifted her head and twisted to look me square in the face. “What are you saying, Jeff?”

“I think I’m asking you to marry me.”

My heart thudded in my chest for the ten second delay in her response. Tears welled in her eyes and her body started to tremble as she nodded her head.

“Is that a yes?”

She managed a smile before her first sob took her. “Yes.”

I wake up to find you beside me. I lie, naked and spooning into your soft warm curves behind you, running my fingers softly along your cheek, pushing the hair from your neck. Leaning in, you feel the softness of my lips along the top of your shoulder, then along the flesh where your hair once laid. You feel the tender touch of my tongue on your skin, as the fingers that moved your hair from your neck begin to trace along the top of your chest.

My hand continues lower, fingers slowly spiralling down and inward over your fabric covered breasts. As I gently run my teeth along your warming neck, you feel my fingertips trace your stiffening nipple, my thumb and forefinger gently teasing. I harden against you, and my fingers continue their exploration.

Continuing to journey down your body, my hand finds the base of your night shirt and disappears beneath. Moving upwards, I tease your body with aching slowness. You feel them reach your breasts, and I gently roll one nipple, then the other between my fingers. Unconsciously you begin to grind backwards against me, feeling my hardness against you.

My hand again returns to the bottom of your night shirt and slowly pulls it up your body. You look back at me and sit up for a brief moment, lifting your arms, allowing me to pull the fabric over and off. With your breasts now exposed, you lay back down, grinding your ass firmly into my swollen cock through your PJ bottoms. As we grind harder against each other my hand explores you, running over your breasts and neck.

I roll you to your back, reaching across your body and turning your lips to mine. They connect, then part, our tongues meeting with growing passion. As I kiss you, my hand moves over your warming skin. Although not rough, I am no longer teasing, wanting you to clearly feel my growing desire through my touch. I run my hands to your breasts now, caressing them with purpose.

As I pull from our kiss, I bite your lower lip. My mouth moves to your cheek, your neck, then along the top of your chest. I firmly roll one nipple between my fingers and you feel a warmth overcome the other, my tongue rhythmically moving over it while my lips gently suck. I kiss your chest and my fingers travel lower, nervous energy rushing over your body as my fingers trace down your stomach. My mouth moves from your breast, up your neck and chest to your lips once again, and as they meet my own, you feel the tips of my fingers slip beneath the top of your pants. I kiss you long and deep now as my hand delves deeper. As I continue to grind against you, my fingers part your warmth, bringing your wetness to your swelling clit. I massage slowly but firmly, then run lower again, two fingers disappearing inside you.

A sigh parts your lips as your legs open wider, inviting me to explore your depths. You turn your face toward me and kiss me hard. At the same time your hand moves to my hardness and strokes me, wrapping itself around me; you can feel me throb in your hand, aching to be released.

I remove my hands from inside your pants and push you to your back. In a quick movement I am between your legs, my body knelt over you. I lean in and kiss you deeply, your hand continuing to stroke me. I kiss your neck and shoulders to the top of your chest. You release your grip as I kiss lower, making my way to your breasts. Caressing them firmly now with my hands and sucking one nipple then the other, I grind my body between your legs. I run my teeth over your flesh and move my body downward, kissing down your stomach. You feel your pyjama bottoms now loosen, my hands pulling them slowly down your legs.

Looking down at me as the last of your clothing is pulled from your body and tossed aside, I look deeply into your eyes as my hands reach to your inner thighs. Slowly massaging, they make their way higher. Soon I feel the warmth emanating from you on my hands and I lean in, slowly kissing just above the inside of one knee, then the other. My lips and tongue now journey upwards and I become entranced by the fragrance of your womanhood. As my mouth moves higher, you feel your wetness being parted, and two fingers enter you once as you look down at me with anticipation. I gently bite along the top of your inner thigh, then as your back arches and your head rolls backward, you feel my tongue then my lips make contact.

While my fingers move in and out of your body, you feel me softly sucking on your clit, my tongue caressing your swollen and sensitive nub. Reflexively, your hand moves to my head, running through my hair and holding my mouth against you. The taste of your warm honey is intoxicating, and the craving to feel that warmth wrapped around me grows stronger every moment. Caressing faster with my mouth now, I revel in the perfection of your beautiful body. I run my tongue to where my fingers penetrate you now, and run it through your warmth, adding your juices to the moisture of my mouth. I use this wetness to continue pleasing your clit.

Unable to wait any longer, I lift myself. You watch as I reach down, pull my pants and boxers down my legs, and throw them aside. My cock springs forth, and you can clearly see my excitement. I begin to kiss up your body once more, my mouth running over your stomach, your breasts, and your neck to your lips. I kiss you beautiful smile deeply, letting you share in your taste.

As I kiss you, you feel my hand move between your legs, stroking slowly. A moment later you feel my hand leave your body and you realize I have myself in my hand. I pull from our kiss and kneel between your open legs. You look down to see my cock in my hand, then watch and feel as I begin to stroke my swollen tip along the length of your wetness.

Placing myself at your waiting entrance, we both smile at the anticipation of what comes next. I lean in, kissing your soft lips once more, and you feel my cock spread your warmth, filling you slowly. Immediately I feel your heat consume me, taking me until I am deep inside of you. As we kiss deeper than before, my hands run over your body and my hips begin rolling, my throbbing cock moving in and out of you.

Your hand reaches to my hair, pulling me deeper into our kiss, your hips moving with me now, inviting me to fill you more and more . Our bodies rock together, our rhythm teaming to let your warmth envelop me fully. Eventually our lips part, and I focus on moving faster and faster, my cock unable to get enough of your perfect body.

Intent on lasting, I begin to slow my pace. I then pull my cock from your warmth and pull you to meet me. Kneeling on our knees, face to face, we kiss. Upon the parting of our lips, I kiss and suckle firmly upon your breasts while you stroke my hardness firmly with your hand. You then take charge, pushing me to my back. You then smile and lean forward. Without hesitation you take me between your lips, your tongue circling my head, sucking me deep into your mouth. Expertly sucking my cock, you look into my eyes and I watch as I disappear over and over between your lips. Finally, pulling me from your mouth, you smile. Still stroking me, you move up and over my body, positioning me at your hungry entrance.

Slowly you lower yourself to my cock and once again our bodies join. With eyes locked, you grind me deep into you, leaning in to let me kiss your breasts, your neck, and your soft and warm lips. You continue to ride me for some time, my hips thrusting my hardness deeper into you in concert with each of your downward movements. Using your beautiful body to pleasure me, your breathing steadily grows heavier and faster until I feel your body tighten and you begin to moan softly and release yourself around me. As you come down from your high, you slow your pace, clearly exhausted.

Taking my cue, I slowly roll you off of me. As we reposition ourselves I lead you to bend over. On your knees now, I position myself behind you and enter your divine warmth once more. You feel as amazing from behind as in every other way, and I know it won’t be long before I too get release. No longer focusing on being gentle, my cock moves in and out of you hard and fast.

As I now absolutely fuck your perfect pussy from behind, I feel your hand move between your legs, stroking your clit as I penetrate you over and over. I grip your ass and hips firmly, giving extra leverage to my thrusts. I slowly massage your ass, and based on the moans escaping your lips, you don’t seem to mind at all. Taking it one step further, you begin to feel fingers very light running over your back entrance, adding extra stimulation. Over the next few minutes this added stimulation increases in intensity and you feel a finger firmly massaging.

Finally, as your breath begins to quicken once more, my thrusts gain intensity, and you can tell I am getting close. The hand between your legs now joins your perfect pussy in milking my hardness, urging me to finish my task. As you look back at me, thrusting backwards to meet my every move forward, I tell you I am going to cum.

You continue to look over your shoulder at me and I begin to let out a low moan. Deep inside, you feel the quake of my release and the warmth of my seed filling you, your wetness now mixing with my fluids. I continue with my final thrusts, feeling your hand on your clit once more and a final moan leave your lips.

Collapsing together on the bed, you turn to kiss me deeply one last time, then press your ass against my softening member. We lay there, once against just gently grinding, my lips once again kissing your neck slowly as you smile, comforted by the warm feeling of our combined arousal spilling onto your inner thigh; a reminder of the moment just shared.