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I was a normally shy guy. The minute I found a girl attractive I was instantly intimidated. If I ever got the opportunity to talk to a beautiful chick I would lose control of my tongue and could only squeak inaudible mumbling. That’s why until senior year of high school I had had little interaction with girls. I got my first kiss at sixteen and had only one girlfriend through sophomore year at high school and even then was still a virgin. All that changed when I met Christina.

The first day of school was like any other. I took two hours to get ready and kept looking at my schedule of classes every two minutes because of my nerves. My second class of the day found me sitting in the second row of Senior Economics. I had chosen to sit at the back of the room as always. I found this gives two advantages. I could crouch down and hide from the teacher’s gaze. This also gave the opportunity to look at the girls in the rows in front of me without letting them see me. I know that this may seem a little creepy but when you’re a self conscious loser in high school, this is the closest you’ll get to a girl.

While waiting for the second bell, I saw the most beautiful girl walk through the door. She was gorgeous with a capital hot. She was not cute or pretty. She was hot. This girl could have been in playboy if she had been a year older. She was 5’9’’ or an even 6’’ with the fuck-me heels she was wearing that day. She had to be 36x24x36. If I had to guess, she was 110 pounds and I’m sure most of that was in her bra. My heart rate was not the only thing that grew as she strolled across the front of the room and then sat down in the row next to mine. The only seat left was the one diagonal from my own. My cock gave a jump as she sat down and started to dig through her purse. I could see the top of her thong as it peeked over the back of her skirt. The air filled with sweet coconut and her long jet black hair reflected the overhead lighting. The binder that she was carrying had pictures of her and this quarterback looking dude all over it. Her purse had a keychain hanging from the zipper with beads that spelled out MIKE. Whoever this Mike was one lucky bastard. It’s always the hot ones that have boyfriends. While most guys would find this to be a disappointment, it was sort of relaxing to find out that this vixen with D’s was taken. I could talk to her because I knew she was unobtainable.

The bell rang and the teacher stood from his desk and started the class. After the obligatory welcome and informational speech, it was time for the lame, “getting to know your peers,” game. The purpose was for you to find someone that you had something in common with and then spend the rest of the period talking. I figured that if I pretended to get a pencil out of backpack that everyone else would pair off and that my partner would be left. As I was acting overly interested in the contents of my bag I heard a, “Hey you in the Ramones tee shirt, wanna be my partner?” I looked up and that girl was standing next to my desk looing down at me.  It was all I could do to stammer a reply. I might be shy but I’m not stupid. If a gorgeous girl asks you to be your partner you say yes.

She sat down and introduced herself as Christina who just moved to my town that summer. She said that she was heavy into vintage punk rock and even showed me some concert ticket stubs on the back of her binder. I used this opportunity to ask who the guy in the photos was (as if I couldn’t tell from the picture of the two of them kissing.) That was Mike, her college sophomore boyfriend that was still two thousand miles away and whom she talked to at least once a day. While I didn’t find the info about her boyfriend overly interesting I did however like everything else I heard. Not only was she gorgeous but she also liked Monty Python and The Cramps. It was officially over. I could marry this chick and have three dozen children with her. The twenty minutes were over before I blinked. The teacher stood up and asked if all the partners were well acquainted. The class gave the usual high school blank stare in response. He continued saying that the pairs we were in were going to our partners for the semester long project. The bell rang and the class started to file out of the room. Christina and I said goodbye but I stayed in my seat as she stood up. She then proceeded to turn around and bend at the waist to pick up her purse. All the composure I had built during the period was blown to hell when I caught a glimpse of her thong clad pussy under her short white skirt. As she walked away all I could think about was grabbing her and pushing her back against the wall. In one motion I would pull my sperm injector out of my pants and push those pink panties aside One hand would lift her skirt and bring up one knee while the other hand fed my cock into the wet baby hole.  My fantasy ended when she was out of sight. I was faced with the new problem of walking to the next class without showing my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. A well placed text book solved that problem. I grinned to myself knowing full well what I was doing once I got home.

That Friday Christina that meet at my house to discuss the project because her house was still being unpacked. We agreed the two hours after school would be enough to finish all other homework and then meet at my house. While the teacher spoke about markets and interest rates I was to busy studying Christina. The shorts she was wearing had ridden up and from my point of view I could see wear the soft curve of her firm ass met with the line of her long legs. What I wouldn’t give to have those legs on either side of me while she impaled herself on my baby maker. I would watch her baby feeding tits bounce while she rode me til I came. There would be no condom to impede the flow of hot sperm to her fertile belly…”PSSST.” I had gotten completely lost staring at her body so much so that I didn’t notice it when she turned and looked at me over her shoulder. She was trying to get my attention to give me a note. I peeled my eyes from her smooth skin and tried to look at her face. My embarrassment wouldn’t allow me to make eye contact so I settled for her luscious lips. She gave a smile and leaned over to hand me the note then turned back to the lecture. The actual contents of the note were nothing special. She asked if she should bring dinner with her since we were meeting so late. I knew she had a sense of humor like mine and I was glad when she gave a little giggle as she read my response, “What makes you think I’m not going to eat you?” She turned back around and gave me another smile and raised her curved eyebrow. While she may have liked the joke, I wish that it had said that I was going to eat her out.

The rest of the day could not have been any longer. I had hoped to go home and relieve the pressure that had built up in my boxer shorts. Even though I was a loser that was prone to masturbating, I had been doing a lot more over the last week. It was also interesting to note that my fantasies had also changed since meeting Christina. No longer did I fantasize about faceless women with porn star bodies. All of my sessions involved Christina and more times than not they involved us having unprotected sex. Being a virgin meant that I was completely naïve. I had no idea that an unsheathed cock felt better during sex. I didn’t know that it would make that much difference to feel the inside of her wet tunnel and to have her muscle milk me dry. All I knew was that It seemed hotter knowing that my cum would flow deep into her womb. It wasn’t so much that I wanted kids but something about her made me want to see that flat stomach fill with a baby and those huge tits ooze milk.

On the drive home from school my mom called and asked me to come by her and dad’s antique shop. My parents had both taken early retirement and started their own business. A call like this when I’m not scheduled to work for them usually meant a slight emergency. Sure enough as soon as I got there I was greeted by the sight of water flowing out of the front door of the small store front. Apparently, a leak had opened in the water main. I spent the next hound and a half pushing a mop around while my parents and the plumber searched for the source of the water. Fortunately the cause was found in time for me to go home for my study session with Christina. I left my parents to clean the rest of the water.

According to my calculations I had at least fifteen minutes before Christina would get to my house. I chose to use this time clean off and release the tension I still had. After my shower I wrapped a towel around me and headed towards my room which was across the landing on the second floor. I was thinking about what I was going to do once my door was locked when I heard, “Sorry I let myself in, the door was unlocked and you didn’t answer the doorbell.” Christina was staring at me through the railing of the landing from the down stairs. I froze and didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to run to my room and slam the door, while another part of me wanted to stand there and talk like nothing was wrong. I chose the second because I could see that she was embarrassed by the situation. I explained why I had to take a shower and apologized for not getting the door. She relaxed and said that she had brought a pizza which was in the kitchen. My response was to give her a reassuring smile and tell her that I hated mushrooms and that if there were any on the pizza I was still going to have to eat her. Even thought the situation had been diffused, it was still a little awkward because I realized she wasn’t looking at my eyes. While I may not be very muscular, I’m fairly skinny and tall. The water on my skin was having a hypnotic effect on her and she was still looking at my torso. I left her standing there while I went to get dressed. Five minutes later I found her in my living room staring at family pictures on a bookcase. She had her back to me and was leaning forward to look at the ones on the bottom shelf. The short shorts she was wearing earlier had been replaced with jeans mini skirt. I could see that today she had chosen to cover her pussy with white cotton panties. She must have heard me come in because she asked if the one she was looking at was of my parents. Even though she knew I was there she didn’t stand up. She just looked closer at the picture and wanted to know why my parents were so young in their wedding photo. ”They got married after they found out that they found out they were going to have me.”
“How old were they when your mom got pregnant?”
“They were our age. They got married one week after graduation.”
“That’s so romantic.”
That last comment caught me off guard. Most of my peers are a little wierded out by the thought of having a kid at that age. It was kind of a turn on to hear Christina say that it was romantic. I suddenly had a flash in my mind about how much I wanted to be the one to make her pregnant.

She stood up and walked back to the table where the pizza was and started to take a slice out of the box. I got plates from the cupboard and sodas from the fridge. The meal started with conversation about the project. As the pizza dwindled the conversation turned from school related topics to more relaxed topics. If I had known now what I new now I would have realized that she was flirting with me a little. I was under the impression that she just thought I was funny and we were getting along. Eventually the conversation got into our favorite movies. I acted shocked and appalled that she hadn’t seen Risky Business. I insisted that we watch it. An hour later we were sitting on the couch next to each other while the two main characters started to fuck for the first time in the movie. I was getting a little uncomfortable when Christina kicked off her shoes and lied down. She rested her head at one end of the couch and her feet on the other this left me in the middle supporting the majority of her ass and upper thigh. She was lying on her back but had her head facing the movie. I could barely breathe let alone move. I had a beautiful girl lying on my lap. That’s how we stayed for another ten minutes. All I could do was stare at the tight body that was resting on my body. I no longer watched the movie but instead watched her tits rise and fall as she breathed. I got the nerve to “put on the moves.” I used a yawn as an excuse to raise my arm and then lay it back down on her thighs. She didn’t stir. I let it stay like that for a few more minutes until my bravery was refreshed. I raised my other arm and placed it on her stomach. I felt this was as far as I could go until I got a sign from her to continue. That sign came fairly quickly. Originally she had both hands under her head. She took one and then put it on top of the hand I had on her stomach. It wasn’t that she put her hand there but she also used her thumb to stroke the back of my hand. I took this as an extremely good sign, or at least until she suddenly excused herself to go to the restroom.

I looked after her tight skirt as she walked across the living room and then around the corner. I leaned over and propped myself on the arm of the couch. Things had been going so well. Why did she pull herself out of the situation so suddenly? As I pondered all this, Christina managed to glide back to the couch without noticing her. She smoothly slid on to couch. This time she sat in the middle and I was on the edge still propped on the arm of the couch. She pushed the play button on the remote and laid back on me. If she was truly interested in the movie she would have laid on her back. Instead she fell forward and pressed her large tits against my chest. While she got comfortable she put one hand under her chin and the other under her stomach, palm down on my stomach. I took a deep breath through my nose and took in the sweet smell of her coconut conditioner. I never would have thought that I would be that engrossed by the scalp of her head. Just as I went to catch another whiff she brought up her head and turned to looked at me. Our eyes met and locked. The time we spent looking at each other seemed to have lasted for ten, maybe twenty seconds. Then the most incredible thing happened. She lean forward and kissed me. Our lips touched and stayed that way until she parted hers. I parted mine in suit and was met with the tip of her tongue searching out my tongue. I had never kissed so passionately before. It seemed that no matter how hard we kissed it still wasn’t enough. I brought a hand up and held the back of her head. My other hand came to rest on the small of her back. At one point she pulled back to look into my eyes again. She looked as if she wanted to say something. Before she could utter anything I brought my lips forward. I wanted more. The kissing wasn’t enough for me. I guided her head with my hand and moved in to suck on her earlobe. This was met with a very enthusiastic response as she unconsciously started to grind her hips. As I moved down to her neck I also moved my hand from the small of her back to ass. I started to squeeze in rhythm to the licking and kissing. She responded in turn by moaning and digging into my stomach with the nails of the hand that was sandwiched between us.

The more I kissed her neck the more she brought herself up so that I might reach lower. Soon I had reached her collar bone and the collar of her low cut tank top. I pressed my tongue into her cleavage. Using my chin I pulled the top of her shirt down enough to lick one of her massive baby feeders. My hand that had been on her head I now moved to breast that I wasn’t kissing. Even through her bra I could feel her nipple standing out yearning to be teased. I licked harder and increased my grip on her boob and ass. The more pressure I applied the harder she ground into my lap. Without warning she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. She brought both hands behind her back. One hand she used to unfasten her bra while the other massaged the inside of my thigh. As the clasp came undone her large mammary glands pushed the material out of the way. They had been just barely held by the satin. She had perfect tits. (Later on I found out that she had 36DD). Even though her tits were big, she was still young enough for them tp be perky. They stood out in front of her with perfectly pointy nipples. She leaned forward and brought one of those delicious nipples to my mouth. I sucked and nursed switching between the two nipples. Her moans grew louder and reverberated through out the house. I had an image of my parents walking through the door and catching the two of us. However their store had been under three inches of water not three hours ago. There was no way they were coming home any time soon

As a continued to attack her breasts with my tongue her hand on my thigh had veered upward and was now playing with the head of my cock through the fabric of my pants.
This in conjunction the steady rhythm of her thrusts was all I could bare to not blow all my sperm. My hand on her ass had grown tired of the fabric and was snaking its way up the inside of her skirt.  It found her cheek and I grabbed and dug my nails into her flesh. I brought my other hand up to do the same to the other side. She reached down and grabbed both of my wrists and used them to pull me up from the couch to sit up. I took this as a sign to pull my shirt off. While I had my shirt over my head she lifted herself off of me. Standing next to the couch she undid the button and zipper of my pants. I lifted my ass so that she could pull my pants off. Once my pants were off she straddled me again. One of her hands was planted firmly on my chest as used the other loft the hem of her skirt while she continued to thrust and dry hump I played with her tits and wrapped as much of my hands around them as I could. She threw her head back in delight and her moans became regular again. At one point she freed my engorged cock from my boxers and firmly sat down on it. At first I couldn’t believe how great it felt to just dry hump like that with her panties still on. All of a sudden it seemed like she couldn’t take it any more. She sat up on her knees and grabbed my sperm injector. I realized that the trip she had made to the restroom earlier had been to remove the white cotton panties. All at once she split herself on my cock at I felt it slide in to the hilt and hit her cervix. She lifted herself halfway up my shaft and then came down even further than before. She was obviously in need of a good fucking because she was filling her pussy with as much cock as she could. She continued to fuck me harder and more violently. I watched her juggs bounce with the motion of our sex. She sped up and screamed that she was cumming. I thought it couldn’t have gotten any better until her baby tunnel started to pulse and massage my rod. Through my panting I was able to say, “I’m cumming. I need to pull out.” But instead of getting off and allowing my sperm to fly into the air, she rode harder and I could feel her pussy start another cycle of climax. I could feel ropes of my baby juice hit her insides and start their swim upstream. Once my cock stopped spasming she collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long. When we stopped panting we continued our passionate kissing all the while leaving my dick in her pussy blocking escape for any of the fresh jizz. The only thing that interrupted us was the sound of the garage door opening. Christina pushed herself off of me and collected her clothes. I told her to get dressed in the downstairs bathroom while I went up to my room.

Once up in my room I heard voices downstairs. I sat down on the edge of my bed trying to recall what had just happened. All within the span of fifteen minutes I had managed to possibly impregnate a friend that I hadn’t even dated before. This was a friend that I thought already had a boyfriend. The more I thought about it the more I got worried. What happens if she was pregnant? Did she regret what we just did? What if my parents found out? Even through all my worry I still was amazed at what happened. I fucked one of the most beautiful girls I knew and also got to blow my load into her womb. When I considered it like that, the consequences didn’t seem so bad.

I was so wrapped up in thought that I was still sitting on the edge of bed in my boxers when Christina opened my door. Seeing her face made me start blurting out all my concerns. “I can’t believe we just did that. Where are my parents? Why didn’t you let me pull out...”
She put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me to get me to be quiet. She replied, “I introduced myself to your parents. They were tired and decided to go to bed and told me to tell you good night.” And with that she started to kiss me again. She moved her lips from mine and licked her way down to my stomach. As incredible as this was I couldn’t help but still be worried. “Why didn’t you let me pull out? Aren’t you worried that you might be pregnant?”
“As a matter of fact I am worried that I might be pregnant. Actually I’m worried that there’s the possibility that I might not be pregnant.” With that she pulled the hem of my boxers down revealing my quickly growing member. She got onto the bed on all fours and lifted ass high to meet my gaze. While she may have put her bra and shirt back on, her pussy was still bare under that skirt. She looked around at me and said, “Aren’t you worried that I might not be kocked up?” My full erection took over and I didn’t need written instructions to know what to do next. The first time on the couch was passionate and sensual. The second time was out and out breeding. I got behind her and slid my dick between her outer lips to moisten the head and shaft. Once my head caught her opening I thrust forward. Christina moaned and pushed back to meet me. I grabbed her hips and pulled back until half of my head was out. Then pushed with my hips and pulled with my hands, slamming as much of me inside of her as I could. Our pace quickened and each thrust harder than the one before. The sound of my balls hitting her clit echoed off the bedroom walls. She sunk her face into a pillow to stifle her moans and yelps. Sometimes she would remove the pillow long enough to say, “Fuck my brains out! Fill me with your cum. Make me pregnant with your cock.” I couldn’t control myself any longer and for the second time I came in her teen twat and filled that uterus with concentrated baby juice.

Needless to say four weeks later we were no longer worried about her not being pregnant. Her ex-boyfriend was confused and pissed. Her parents were angry and insisted that we marry. My parents on the other hand were happy and glad to see that their son had taken after them.