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I loved to sunbathe in the nude, but I could hardly take off my bikini in front of my neighbor's son. As I basked in the sun Steve turned the lawnmower around, and I stole a glance of his tight behind. I noticed his body was really developing, and admired his athletic build. He was also quite tall at 18 years of age.

With ease he turned towards me again, and his front came into view. As my eyes were drawn to the nice bulge in his pants, I felt my breasts swell, and a pleasant heat shot through my nipples as they stiffened under my top. “Get a grip, Kit!” I thought blushing “He's the boy next door for goodness sake!” What was the matter with me? I was getting turned on so easily I was sure I was ovulating.

I tried to focus on something else, and closed my eyes.
I decided to count the days since my last period, and was in fact startled to realize I was indeed ovulating that day. My heart started beating a little faster.

It had always been that way with me horny when I was in season. I had been married at 18 divorced at 19 and then married at 20 and divorced again at 21. Both of my ex’s had been philanders of the first water and I had caught them both in the act. The up side of both of my divorces was that the divorce decrees had left me a wealthy young woman. (Both of my ex’s had been older men and very well off) I live a life of leisure with parties, workouts in the gym, and extended vacations.

While I had sex on a regular basis it was all one-night stands with me on the pill and all my partners wearing condoms. Then about 6 months ago I had stopped taking the pill and relied on my partners condoms only. I was 30 years old and my biological clock was ticking. For some reason I was toying with the idea of having unprotected with a man. I suppose motherhood was calling to me and I was at the point of heeding the call.

So now I was lusting after the package of my 18 year old neighbors son. Hell I was 12 years older than Steve and I was sure he thought me an old woman.

I lay back enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin, and getting some strong signals from my womb that it was ready for the joys of womanhood. I got even friskier. I pressed a hand between my thighs, and without realizing it, slowly started rocking my hips. Then I suddenly realized I was fondling myself in the garden! Hastily I withdrew my hand, and felt myself blushing. Had Steve noticed? I took a discreet look at Steve, and sure enough he was leering at me.

I gave him my most angelic smile, but when he turned a deep crimson, I winked at him. When he turned the lawnmower away again, I snickered. I didn't know what had come over me, but I was pleased with his eager looks. My body demanded fulfillment, and my vital areas were begging for some male attention. I decided I'd better go back inside, before I made a pass at Steve! I waved goodbye to him, and went into the house. As I leaned against the door my mind was racing.

I was horny as hell and I knew my fingers or one of my toys was not going to do the job. I needed a real prick inside me and I needed one soon. My nipples were so hard hey ached and a vague dull pain throbbed in my cock hungry belly.

I was still in the kitchen in my bikini when the rear doorbell rang. I opened it and there stood Steve. He must have noticed that my eyes went directly to his bulging crotch, but to my relief he didn't let on. I let him in and gave him a soda and his pay for mowing the lawn, but to my surprise Steve refused to be paid. I insisted, but he assured me it had been his pleasure. As I thanked him, I saw him ogling my breasts. My nipples were still hard, and very visible under my bikini top.

My hand shook as I handed him his soft drink in a glass. I spilled the drink on Steve’s tee shirt and laughed. “That will cool you off. You looked all hot when you were using the mower.”

After we were laughed out, I went to wipe his T-shirt dry, and he held on to my shoulder. His fingertips stroked my skin. I thought nothing of it, but when his hand moved upwards and he started caressing my neck, I gave him an utterly surprised look! Before I could talk though, he quickly kissed me on the lips. Now I stared at him in shock. A second later he grabbed my shoulders, and kissed me again, bolder this time, and longer. I tried to stop him, but his strong warm lips on mine made me weak in the knees, and I let myself be kissed.

Soon his hands were all over me. A delightful shudder went through me as he caressed my breasts over my bikini top, and impulsively I started kissing him back. Then his hands began to massage my bare belly just around my navel. For minutes we stood in the kitchen with our tongues intertwined, making little or no sound, as he kept feeling my tits and belly. I never imagined it would go any further than that. Then he reached down and started caressing my thighs.

I pushed his hand away, but he kept his mouth glued to mine, and his roving fingers quickly found the soft fabric that was his target. He possessively cupped my pussy over bikini bottom. His index finger traced the line of my slit through the fabric. The intimate touch aroused me beyond belief, and silently I allowed him to fondle me, until his hand slipped under my bikini bottom, and he started to explore my bare bush. Now I had to stop him. “Steve! No!” I gasped, “Not my pussy! We can’t you’re so much younger than me.” His fingers were on my soft wet flesh.

I was attempting to do the right thing. I knew I shouldn’t be letting Steve fondle my pussy and kiss me. Nevertheless my body was responding to his surprisingly expert touch. I realized that Steve must have had some experience with some lucky girls at sometime in the past.

His finger gently pushed open my slit, finding me very wet, and with a tiny movement, he opened me up completely. His index gently glided over my moist lips, and dipping in between my slippery folds, he began rubbing my clitoral hood. Immediately I spread my legs to allow him access, and he found my emerging little pleasure nub. He rubbed the juice from my pussy on my hardening clit, and soon I was squirming with pleasure. I was sure then that Steve had fingered other pussies as he was fingering mine.

He kept rubbing my clit in circles until I was gasping for more. “Oh yeah, honey! Just there! Oh yeah!” I moaned. Rotating my pelvis forward, I tried to increase the sensation against my throbbing clit, and my undulating hips slowly rocked in unison with his agile fingers.

Then he slid up and down between the folds of my pussy again and dragged wetly across my slit from my throbbing clit to my opening and then back up. “Oh yes!
Slow just like that, Steve!” I sighed. “Oh god yes!”

His middle finger teased my entrance, and the feeling was just too good to stop. Then his finger plunged deep into me, and I yelped as it slid into my depths. I bit my lip not to make any more involuntary sounds, but my mind was screaming. “SO GOOD, SO GOOD, PLEASE DON’T STOP!”

He fingered my cunt until I almost collapsed. I felt my knees shaking, and I gasped, “Steve, wait! Give me a minute! Not here in the living room, in the living room!”

Reluctantly he retrieved his hand from between my legs and I took him into the living room, where I sat him down on the sofa. My hands went to my bottoms and whisked them away in one motion. As they slid over my trembling thighs, I whispered, “They’re in the way!” and as they fell to my ankles, I stepped out of them, and joined
Steve on the couch, where his hand returned between my legs. More kissing followed. I felt like I was in high school again, making out with my first boyfriend. I used to give him hand jobs, and would lift my skirt to let him to come on my panties.

On impulse I touched the front of Steve’s pants, moving my hand along the length of his throbbing hard-on. I knew what I was doing was crazy, but after the lovely way he had been pleasuring me with his fingers, I didn't have the heart to send him home with blue balls.

Steve gave a surprised moan, and I thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of it all. I opened his zipper. My eyes widened when I got his penis out. I looked at the thing pointing straight up from his groin with eyes like saucers. He was only 18 however he had the largest prick and balls I’d ever seen,

I pulled down his pants, and then I wrapped my fingers around his firm shaft. I felt his blood coursing through the warm velvety column. It throbbed it the palm of my hand. The sensation of the cushiony head sliding through my fingers sent an exciting shiver down my back. I rubbed pre-cum over his cockhead with my thumb. He groaned, and as his hard cock twitched in my hand, I imagined it inside me, ejaculating sperm in my wet pussy. I let go of him with a start, shocked at my own thoughts. Suddenly though Steve pulled at my top and it was gone as well. I was naked with a boy nearly young enough to be my son. Then Steve spread my legs and nestled his head between my thighs. “Oh my goodness!” I thought, and closed my eyes. I felt his hands on my thighs.

His breath on my bush sent a warm pleasant rush through my body. When his tongue touched my slit, I clenched his hair. His tongue parted my lips and licked my clit. Each time he lapped up against my love nub, he drew back toward my entrance a little more. Then he stuck his tongue up my pussy, and I thought I was going to faint from pleasure.

“Oh god, Steve! Don't! Please! Ohhh yesssss eat my pussy!” I gasped breathlessly as his tongue whirled around and sent sparks of pleasure up my spine, bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Then he withdrew, and I moaned in frustration and confusion.

He crawled on top of me, and started kissing me again.
Hungrily I replied. I could taste myself on his tongue.
Soon we lay completely entangled on the couch, and his hand headed south. I was eager to get off, so I spread my thighs to get fingered. But his hand didn’t go there. He fumbled. Then I felt something warm and wet nuzzling at my cleft, and suddenly I realized what he was doing. My eyes flew open! In a panic I broke the kiss.

I squealed “Nick, no! We can’t Steve its not right!” My common sense was fading fast. Did I really want to have unprotected sex with an 18 years old boy when I knew I was fertile? He positioned his slick hot cock between the soft folds of my labia as I waited for I his penetration of my sex. Trapped underneath him, I lay exposed, totally defenseless. He held the tip of his prick between my pussy lips. “Just let me stick it in you for a little bit. I’ll take it out if you really want me to,” he replied in a husky voice.

I was too shocked to protest. “Oh my God,” I thought, “If he plugs my puss I’ll let him fuck me until he spurts inside me!”

Steve still held his throbbing cock aimed right at my pink open pussy, and my body shuddered each time he touched me there. I stared into his eyes, and threw caution to the wind, “Ok, just for a minute, but please be careful, Nick!”

Did I want him to spurt into my fertile belly? What if he did impregnate me how would I explain it? He raised himself up and I gasped as he pressed the bulbous head between my folds. Then he started rubbing. I stared wide-eyed at Steve as he worked his throbbing manhood up and down my furry slit. Steve kept his cock glued to my pussy, prying my quivering folds apart with the tip of his stiff, dripping cock. Sliding across my clit, then slipping in between the folds of my pussy, gliding along the length of my furrow. The sensation of the cushiony head sliding between my slick inner lips sent sparks of pleasure through me.

I felt his body weigh between my legs. His wiggling hips parted my thighs even further, and after a while our combined lubrication had made me so slick, he was stroking the entire length of his cock along my slit.
Each time he moved a little more toward my vulnerable entrance. As I felt my body being shoved into the couch, he gradually shifted his hips, and I felt him pushing the slippery knob of his cock faster and faster into my moist cleft. I was breathing rapidly. Then of course the bulbous head found its way into my opening.

I gasped in shock. My breath caught in my throat.
“Nick, what are you doing?” I squealed with muffled voice as the head of his tool wedged itself into the split of my womanhood. Nestled snugly in the entrance between my slippery folds, the head of Steve's invading presence chiseled in between my clenching lips.

I urgently whispered, “Steve, No!” I struggled to get out from under him, but I was so wet down there, every move I made just lodged him a little further into my moist cleft. Then he thrust forward and his shaft easily slid all the way into me.

My whispered protests turned into an incredulous squeak as he pushed his stiff young cock where it counted. His full length slid into my cunt hole in one fluid motion. I felt my twat being stretched open. He was so thick and long he was pushing on my cervix and then driving that unprotected organ of my sexual machinery deeper into my hot belly. “OH MY GOD!” I yelped.

Steve grunted in ecstasy as he began to ease his cock in and out of me. I tried to push him off, but the moment he invaded me, intense pleasure cascaded from between my legs. My birth-canal contracted, and my body trembled in wonderful pleasure as his hard, broad shaft pushed in and out of my in season belly. I felt his pubic bone grind firmly against mine and realized his cock was completely buried inside my narrow passage. I could feel him throbbing deep inside my belly. I was breathing fast, my breasts heaving, nipples hard with excitement, and my vagina wet and ready.

Steve pressed his mouth tight onto mine and pushed me back onto the couch. Locked together in a kiss with his bloated flesh tightly lodged in my cunt, we just lay in this intimate embrace as man and woman. My heart was beating like crazy. He grabbed me by the shoulders.
Slowly but firmly he pushed into me with his strong young hips. In spite of myself I responded by rocking my hips and ever so gently pushing back, to meet his thrusts. I couldn't help myself.

I was on my back with my thighs wide apart, and so excited I couldn't protest anymore. Steve kissed my neck. “I know you want it too! I know you want me to fuck you until your cum and I cum inside you,” he whispered in my ear and he was right.

I felt the warm moistness down there. It had been over a month since I had a man between my legs. My juicy peach was ready to be creamed. Then our eyes locked together, and I held on to his waist with both hands. I clamped tightly onto him, and pulled him into me. He moaned in pleasure. As I started fucking him a tidal wave of pleasure flowed between my legs.

My body was finally getting what it needed. I cried out with lust as he filled me with rapid thrusts. His hands moved down my back to my bottom and, cupping my buttocks, he drove himself into me. I bit my lip to muffle my moans of ecstasy.

My breasts wobbled up down and my stiff nipples felt ready to explode, as Steve thrust in and out of me, faster and faster. I felt my pounding hips rising up against his thrusts and Steve's hands were under my butt as he rutted fast and hard, running totally on instinct now.

“Oh my goodness, this is it. He's fucking me!” I thought, still overwhelmed by the realization of what we were dong. I caught myself, hoping he wouldn't climax too quickly, and then suddenly alarm bells went off in my head. He was riding me bareback!

There was no barrier whatsoever between his bloated purple knob with that dangerous little slit in it, and the entrance to my fertile womb. I could feel his cockhead nudging my cervix with each deep eager thrust. I was right in the middle of my cycle, and highly fertile! I knew that a tiny egg was ready - deep inside me and Steve was old enough to impregnate me. I guess I did want that because I shifted my hands around to his firm ass and sank my nails into his ass. He burrowed deeper into my guts and I knew I was lost.

The notion of getting knocked up suddenly sent some very strong signals to my womb and intense pleasure gulfed me, numbing my mind. As the wonderful feeling increased, I couldn’t resist humping back at the stiff thickness shoving and jerking inside me.

I rhythmically began grabbing and pulling at his grunting, trembling body, and as the pleasure grew stronger my legs locked around his waist, allowing him to push deeper and deeper. I didn't realize that was all he needed to put him over the top. His thrusts quickened. He grabbed my hips tighter and his body stiffened, grinding firmly against my pubic bone to get as deep as he could.

As I started to come, my body shuddered under him and I was too far gone to notice the tell-tale swelling of his manhood in my love-tunnel. I just squealed in delight with the sudden thickness of his knob as it kept pumping in my enraptured crevice.

Then he grunted loudly and I felt something warm spurt against my spasming cervix and my eyes flew wide open.
My mind went “Ohm god! Oh fuck!” He was ejaculating inside me! I was getting creamed! Steve young male that he was kept riding me was now determined to plant his seed and instinctively held his spasming cock shoved deeply in my fertile snatch.

Again I felt the familiar sensation against my cervix.
With devilish precision his virile teenaged sperm jetted where nature intended it to. My helplessly lunging hips urging him on and he fiercely kept grinding away in me with quick short thrusts, keeping his spurting cockhead tight upon my cervix. To top it all off, when I realized I was being inseminated, I orgasmed explosively like I'd never don't before in my life!

I moaned in ecstasy as his warm wetness spread deep within me, feeling the syrupy hot spurts striking my cervix again and again, demanding entry into my unprotected womb and my climax left me helpless to stop it. I just humped back at the stiff thickness inside me that throbbed and spat stream after stream of sperm deep into my pussy.

My thirsty cunt nursed at his gushing cock as it kept on squirting love-juice into me, spraying my depths with pearly-white cum. Pulse after pulse of his rich virile sperm surged into my belly, where it belonged, filling my fertile womb with fresh young semen.

Finally his balls finished draining into me, and as my throbbing cervix feasted on the last drops from his quivering cockhead, he collapsed on top of me and gave a deep grunt of satisfaction with his cock still buried deep inside me. As the waves subsided, I lay there catching my breath in a dreamlike state, with his body shivering, as it lay spent on mine. What had happened didn't seem quite real, but when his thickness slowly softened deep inside me, I came to my senses.

“Steve,” I said quite calmly. “You came inside me! What if you make a baby in me I’m just at my fertile peak you know! Do you know what that means?”

“S-s-sure I know! I-I h-hope I do knock you up! I think about that ever time I fuck a girl. Of course they’re all on the pill and I can’t put a baby in them,” he whispered out of breath, keeping his shrinking cock embedded in my pussy.

“Nick you're crazy!” I laughed out. “You don't know what you're saying.” But I looked at him with liquid eyes. Suddenly I realized Steve was one of those guys who wanted to knock up ever female he got into. I knew he really did want to breed me.

And soon we were kissing again. As I savored his tongue in my mouth, I suddenly felt his prick throbbing in my pussy. It was growing rigid again inside me! Fascinated, I touched his balls, and as he grew thicker, I felt my sheathe tighten around his hardening cock. It was a wonderful sensation. A little incredulous I continued caressing his balls, and soon he was completely hard inside me again. I moaned in delight as I marveled at his youthful vigor, and I quickly opened my thighs wide again, digging my heels into his buttocks, to take his impetuous young rod deeper into me.

He began to rotate his hips slowly, and my body responded enthusiastically as his cock slipped up and down in my slippery sheathe. My pussy felt even fuller than before. His strokes came faster now, and the base of his slick shaft was grinding deliciously against my clit. I felt the orgasmic flames flaring up, and licking at my insides for the second time.

His stroking hips ignited a firestorm in my body. I arched my back, pushing my body up into his to increase the friction against my button, and before I knew it I was moaning again! Clutching on to him, I bit my lip not to scream as I went over the edge.

I just squealed as the sudden ecstasy jolted through me. My whole body shuddered in climax, the familiar spasms making my body quake. I felt my inner muscles clasp and release. The orgasm coursed like lightning deep within me, spasming through me over and over. I had never come so fast.

I felt Nick's mouth on mine again. Excited by my quick climax Steve forced his tongue in my mouth and kissed me possessively, while his virile young cock kept thrusting in and out of my wet cunt. Any second I expected Steve to come inside me, putting out the wildfire that was raging in my loins, but he lasted longer than me.

Meeting his every thrust, I eagerly welcomed his tongue with mine, and although my climax slowly subsided, waves of pleasure still flooded through me, as I humped back at him. Moaning in unison we continued to fuck each other in a slow steady rhythm. I marveled at his stamina. As my lover slowly increased the length and speed of his strokes, I heard the squishing sound of his rutting in and out of my sperm slick pussy.

I playfully put my fingers around his shaft to feel it moving up and down in my hand, as well as my puss. He groaned joyously. Having his supple member slide through my fingers and into my wet open pussy-hole felt incredibly sexy. I felt yet another climax starting to build.

Steve increased his tempo. His hands moved down my back to my bottom and, grabbing my buttocks, he pressed his face into the hollow of my neck, pushing himself in me. My hands grabbed his hips and pulled him deeper inside me, increasing his rhythm. Slowly a deep orgasm welled up from between my rutting thighs.

Then he began to moan loudly and when his jabs grew quick and insistent, I knew he was about to come again.
I was almost there myself, and I bit my lip. If he hadn’t already gotten me pregnant, it seemed crazy not to let him have another shot at breeding me. I felt a pre-orgasmic flutter in my abdomen, and I knew exactly why. I wanted a baby, and with an able and potent male at hand to breed me, my body had its way to make sure I got serviced.

On the threshold of a fabulous orgasm I hungered again for the subtle impact of Steve’s come spurting into me, and I decided to seize the day. “Nick look at me,” I breathed.

He looked into my eyes without stopping, “Please come for me honey! Come in my pussy and knock me up!”

He gasped. His eyes went wide, and as he planted himself deep into me, his cock expanded in my tight passage. In utter bliss I moaned, “Oh yes honey! Do it in me, seed my hot belly! NOW!”

That's when I felt him squirt me for the second time and I orgasmed explosively, squealing unintelligibly as the dam broke and a tremendous orgasm took possession of my helpless, convulsing body.

The contractions of my spasming snatch seemed to suck the cum right out of Steve's balls. Shooting a torrent of hot white seed into my gulping pussy, he gave a triumphant roar as he blasted his load into my baby maker. I clawed at his back as he was seeding me, urging him on with cries of rapture. “OH GOD STEVE, YES!
YESSS! DO IT TO ME! FUCK ME! DO IT IN MY HOT WET CUNT! MAKE ME A MOMMY!”

Delirious with lust, I felt my contracting cervix open, and I could swear he was shooting his load right into my womb. I was coming so hard I thought I would pass out. With each grunt, Steve's prick expanded in my narrow tunnel and each time his cock-head swelled in preparation for another blast. It tightened in my pussy triggered another wave of orgasmic spasming, which made me grasp and milk his spurting cock, sucking thick white gobs of creamy semen right through my cervix, and into my ripe and ready womb.

At that moment I fully realized he was breeding me and
I was actually helping his eager swimmers on their way to attack my egg. My tunnel was slick with his sperm, and still he kept coming in me. I couldn’t believe how much there was in those teenage balls of his. I reached under his shoving cock to fondle them and coax every last drop out of them drunk on passion, I wanted his virile nectar inside my in season belly.

When my incredible orgasm finally ebbed away, his cock slowed down in my throbbing twat, and after a few gentle final thrusts he collapsed on top of my rutting body, panting rapidly from the exertion. After the last incredible wave crested, and the fabulous orgasm had ebbed away, I just lay completely exhausted under my young lover. He'd been pounding into me for ten minutes, satisfying my every need before he put his load into me. I had never been so fulfilled in my life. It left me breathless.

Finally he got off me, and as his shrinking penis slipped out, I let out a sigh. It was over. When I felt the warm moistness of sperm leaking out of me, I just lay there and let Steve gaze at my naked body and open sperm leaking puss. As Steve pulled up his pants my eyes focused on his dripping cock. It was softening and his ball-sack hung loose. He reminded me of a young bull. I couldn't believe what I had just done!

Later I cleaned up as best as possible and stepped into a hot tub of water. As the comforting warmth relaxed my body, the utter foolishness of what I had done began to overwhelm me. “O-oh m-my God,” I thought, “How did
I let this happen? I got a belly full of male cream just like a young girl who didn’t know any better!”

Without any protection I had let a boy nearly half my age shoot sperm in my pussy, twice! I had mated with him willingly, eagerly even, and at my most fertile time! The fact that I orgasmed only increased my chances of pregnancy. Just one of those little swimmers was enough. Millions would probably get into my never used womb.

Again that thought spread a warm glow through my body though. I sighed. I imagined Steve's little swimmers alive and kicking inside me, flowing around up my birth canal, wriggling into my womb by the millions, seeping deep inside me and swimming up my tubes. I might be conceiving as I lay there. I was at the peak of my cycle. I massaged my lower abdomen in excitement as I visualized tiny tadpoles eagerly swimming up inside my fallopian tubes and attacking my ripe egg.

I’m not sure if it was that time or in the next few days that Steve became a father. We did the deed in all the positions I’d ever heard of and some we made up. I really liked getting pegged from the rear, with me on all fours. It felt so wicked to have a young man behind me plunging into my climaxing belly. Then with me on top of him as I rode him to a climax while he licked and sucked my long nipples. I even let him take me on my kitchen table and bent over a chair.

Now eight months later I'm walking around with a big belly, very pregnant with what I know is my young lover's baby. Steve is very turned on by my swelling belly and titties that are filling with milk. He still ploughs my sowed field everyday and I cum like a cat in heat. Steve wants to marry me, but I’m 30 and he’s 18. What would his family say, or mine for that matter. My mother is looking forward to a grandchild, but she’s a bit put out that I’m not married.

I may not have to worry about making any choice with Steve. He’s said he’s going to tell his parents and that he has to do the right thing. I guess we’ll wait until have the baby comes to tie the knot. Now the question is how many children will Steve want?