AN EROTIC STORY HOSTED BY IMPREGNORIUM.NET

Recently I started reflecting on why I get so turned on by sex with a risk of impregnation, then I recalled how a relationship had sparked it off. This may not be an erotic story but it is a true story.

I was at university in Manchester, England in 1993, it was summer. I had just finished my finals and now had a few weeks over the summer to enjoy before starting real work for the first time. I was sharing a student house with some friends, who had now all gone home or away on holiday. That left me and Heather, the girlfriend of one of these friends in the house for a few weeks by ourselves. Heather had been unofficially living in our house for the preceding year and I have to admit that I had not really been given the opportunity to get to know her too well in that time. I had been working through college on the evenings, going out with university clubs on the weekends or catching up with studies. I used the house as somewhere to sleep and that was about it. However all that was over now as shortly the next stage of life started.

Sitting in the front room with a very poor movie from the cable channel on Heather and I shared a strong bottle of cider, we got talking, in fact we talked to 3am in the morning. Heather was a lovely deep person with lots to learn about and explore, it was a lovely evening putting the world to rights. I found our that she was moving to another town to start post graduate studies at the end of the summer, leaving her boyfriend for a year to finish his course. Although we didn't share any hobbies, I realised we got on so well because we shared a similar view of people and the world. We repeated the evening the next night, chatting from early evening until the sun was rising in the twilight hours of the morning. I must admit that I became really fascinated by this lady, finding the more her defenses came down, especially in the early hours when drunk with tiredness, the more layers of her personality I could peel back. This happened for another couple of nights, everything had been platonic but I found myself so fond of her I wanted to cuddle her and I did. By the end of the week everything changed, we were enjoying a lot of sex. Like sensible people we used condoms. It ended when her boyfriend came back after two weeks from being with the surfing club overseas. It became clear that she really loved him and had been totally flattered by my attention and interest, but Heather knew this guy was for her.

It actually turned out that Heather was starting her studies in the same town I was moving to for my new job. Naturally I dropped by when she moved to town and ended up sleeping in her bed most nights of the week, sharing her university flat. I admit that I just found myself helplessly in love with her. Looking back I can see that she too must have been very into me too to risk the relationship she valued with her boyfriend. However, ultimately she wanted to stay with my friend, her boyfriend. I respected Heather and knew her better than anyone else, even her boyfriend, the special way we could talk openly about everything and anything.

The sex was almost daily, always using condoms, Heather did not like messing with hormones finding the pill something that did not agree with her. We had been cuddling on her bed, Heather moved on to her back so I moved on top of Heather. She was wearing jeans that I helped work off her hips and down her legs, leaving her plain white brief knickers. I was wearing my keyhole boxer shorts and plain white tee shirt. I was dry humping, enjoying myself working towards sex, my cock worked its way out of the boxers rubbing against the fabric of her knickers, right on the other side to place it wanted to go.

The early evening news was on the TV in her room, I could hear the others in the flat making the evening meal, the bedrooms were arranged around a central living area. I has very worked up and wanted to move the sex on to the next stage. I moved a hand down between us, shifting the fabric of the knickers to one side, allowing my cock to move under the leg hole and side over her furry womanhood. We kept rubbing ourselves together for a little while, I licked and sucked her nipples, I found my cock slid down and brushed past her vaginal lips. I didn't think too much of it I knew the clear boundary was and there was no way I was allowed to go nearer than this without protection. Usually, I would have expected that Heather would wriggle her knickers down as I slid off my boxers and slipped on a rubber and we'd pick up where we left off, rubbing myself a little on her and then sliding inside.

As I moved to get a condom on, today Heather said something unexpected, 'Since you've been so close I don't think you need to bother with that.'. It was out the blue and I didn't really take in what she was saying. I had never been bareback in a woman before, I was was real interested in what it would feel like, but actually doing it was something that just was not in my head. I had been programmed that it was not something that was ever going to happen, well not until I was married. At the end of the day, I was a bloke granted permission, told it was OK to go in with no rubber, guess there are no prizes for guessing what I did, I moved back to her and got back on top. Lying there on top of her, I rubbed myself feeling the tip of my cock slipping in an inch to this woman. It was a feeling that I really, really liked and I wanted more. I loved Heather and one of my most vivid memories to this day is me stopping right there an inch inside. I had to check, I asked up front, 'are you sure about this, won't you get pregnant?'. Knowing Heather's history made me very careful not to exploit her. Heather grabbed my buttocks and pulled gently on them pushing me all the way in while saying, 'lets not worry about that now'. I felt the warm sheath as she squeezed by cock with her vagina. She could milk cock better with her muscles that any girl I've been with since. The feeling was more sensual with out a latex barrier between us. This was more than sex, I was in another dimension I had risen to, emotionally, physically this was overload time for me.

I remember being torn between wanting for her to get pregnant, in the secret hope that she would marry me and we could make a life together, and fear of the same. Worried in case pregnancy just caused a big ugly relationship car crash between all parties. I had never even thought about pregnancy before this day, my mind was working overtime with the possibilities. I did my best to make the lovemaking last forever, but only held out for twenty minutes. I pushed as deep inside her as I could before I could not hold back any longer. I released squirt after squirt of sperm packed semen on to Heather's cervix. We lay there for five minutes before a knock on the door hurried things up. The others were ready to go to the cinema, we were supposed to be joining them. We quickly put on our clothes and went out, after a quick wash. After all I was only sleeping on Heathers floor as I could not afford my own place at the moment (as far as they were concerned). I don't remember the film at all even what it was, I was still zinging from the experience and imaging my semen and sperm swimming around in the woman sitting next to me in the cinema.
I got to do it again bareback like this, with Heather one more time, it was later that week. This time after I had pumped another load of swimmers into her, she sat on top of my chest and used her vaginal muscles to squeeze the semen out of her. It formed a little pool of her lubrication and my seed on my chest. I suspect much more was left inside her knowing as I did how hard my balls pumped when I came.

She ended the relationship at the end of the year because the boyfriend had finished his course and was moving to join her. They got engaged shortly after and I went to the wedding a year later. Today I remain a friend of both of them, but at arms length from Heather now. Her now husband knows nothing what we did which is good. I watched and used to visit Heather as her belly grew with her first child. Although they moved to another part of the country we still keep in touch as friends. Heather had two children now and I have one and have got married myself. However I still love her and always will, but accept that sometimes things are just not meant to be.

Since this experience I have fantasied about pregnancy and scenarios around it. I imagine going back to then and trying sabotage of condoms to get her pregnant and play with many ideas in my head. Obviously if Heather ever came back to me today and wanted to make a baby with me then I'd find a way to make it happen!