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A note from the Author:
I think that I will begin a collection of true stories with a few embellishments that will border lightly on fiction and enhance the story. I won't say what parts are truth and what parts are fiction, but I will say that all stories will be based off of a true event that has occurred in my life and to be honest, probably about 99% will be truth. As I have decided to write these stories specifically for Impregnorium.net, I will only write about those that are geared towards the theme of the site. It will be up to the wonderful and gorgeous Sally who is the co-owner/admin of the site as to what category they fall under, either True life or Fiction. I apologize to those that hate exposition and look for the intimate details. I won't drone on and on about the story leading up to events, but I do plan to provide the story behind the events as I feel that many times the way things come about is often more erotic than an in depth description of the sex itself. I wouldn't leave you without some lurid details though. *wink* I'm skipping ahead a bit in my sex life because of the ages of the participants and if I want to keep this as accurate as possible, I want to be able to get the timing right. I'll probably go back later and write the others with age alterations. I'll begin with the story of Sara and Rebecca, because I was 19 at the time and Rebecca was the first girl that I'd ever been with that was over 18.

The Story:
It was in the spring months of my senior year of high school that I was introduced to Sara. I was working my part time job one evening when two of my friends came to visit me with one of their stories of two hotties that they'd met at a local hang out and how one of them had managed a number from one of the girls named Rebecca. I gave them the obligatory high five and thought nothing of it, until the next Saturday, when I was rudely awakened by Jason before noon and told to go outside. The girls were best friends and after some conversation between Jason and Rebecca, I had been selected as the best candidate to date Sara. I rolled out of bed and tossed on some clothes for my impromptu blind date. Blurry-eyed and still half asleep, I stepped into the dazzling sunlight to see two of the hottest girls that I have ever seen in this area. Seems like Jason wasn't full of shit for once.

Sara stood 5'7 with wavy shoulder length brown hair and auburn highlights, blue/green eyes, and a soft olive complexion. She wore a yellow tank top that was just low enough in the neckline to show the beginning swell of C cup cleavage, a khaki skirt that rested about mid thigh, and brown strappy sandals. Since this story will involve no sex with Sara because she was only 15 at the time that we started dating, I will tell you that I found out later that she had some of the softest breasts that I have ever held in my life. They were 15 year old firm and perky breasts, but the skin was like butter.

Rebecca was almost a direct contrast to her friend. She was only 5'2 with straight brown hair with blonde highlights, large blue eyes, and a creamy complexion bordering on pale but still looked healthy. She had a tight blue baby T straining against her D cups, white shorts that would have shown the bottom of her ass if they'd only been an inch shorter, and tennis shoes, I think.

Fast forward a bit, we went out that day and had a great time. Sara and I dated for a little over 2 years, while Rebecca and Jason only lasted a few weeks.I ended up being pretty good friends with Rebecca just from hanging around them together so often. During the 2 years that Sara and I dated, Rebecca had constantly hit on me. She constantly walked around in a towel and a few times even naked in my presence when Sara wasn't around. She was a flirtatious girl in general, but even when she had a boyfriend or even when Sara was there with us, she would flirt. It had even annoyed Sara on several occasions and they'd gotten into a row about it until Rebecca toned it down. That didn't stop Rebecca from doing it behind her back though. Being the good boyfriend, I had always blown it off and taken it with a laugh when she'd say things like, 'When I first met you, I wanted to drop Jason and go after you, but I'd already promised him that I wouldn't, because he was so self conscious that one of you would steal me.' or 'I regret introducing you to Sara, because I really wanted you for myself.' Until...

Sara's family had moved about 4 hours away in the waning months of our relationship. I had traveled every weekend to see her and even helped them move, but things just weren't working out for many reasons. We finally decided to call it quits, but it wouldn't be 'official' until I could go up there and talk with her in person. It just so happened that Rebecca's parents had taken her up to visit for a week, but needed me to go and pick her up at the end of the stay to which I agreed. While I was there her lovely younger sister Heather was stuck to me like glue. She sat on my lap and held my hand and basically acted more like my girlfriend than Sara had while I was there. I'd met Sara when Heather was only 12 and since then she'd grown into a 5'9 blonde haired blue eyed knockout at 14. I didn't mind the attention mostly because I knew it was pissing Sara off, but I regret to inform you that I have no other stories involving Heather. Anyway, we had the talk and the deed was done. Sara was my first love and I have no shame in saying that I cried profusely. One the ride home with Rebecca, we made light flirting but Rebecca knew I was hurting and respectfully just consoled me. It wasn't until about 2 weeks later that the real story takes place.

I was over at Rebecca's house for lunch and just hanging out. Her little brother was at school and her parents were at work. They never cared when I was over. They loved me and I think they would have been quite happy if I'd ended up with Rebecca. She'd asked to be excused to go take a shower while I watched TV and I was expecting one of her usual parades of nudity. It was then that my mind started working feverishly. Pain slowly turned to anger at Sara and I started wondering just how serious Rebecca had always been. What better way to get even with Sara for my pain than to fuck her best friend? I sat on the sofa with a growing bulge in my jeans as I thought of it until I finally decided to go for it. The worst case scenario is that she says no, right?

She came out of the bathroom in her white terry cloth robe and I decided to put my plan into action. She was leaning over a counter putting some things away in the above cabinets when I came up behind her and casually flicked the bottom of her robe up to expose her ass and nestled my denim covered hard on between the cheeks. She gave a soft gasp of surprise, but made absolutely no motion of protest. I pressed my advantage. I leaned over her shoulder to kiss the soft indentation of where the neck meets the shoulder and whispered softly, 'So I wonder just how serious you've always been?'. My hands moved up her sides and softly cupped her breasts. They were a cup larger and much firmer than Sara's. She let out a long sigh then quickly and with a heavy breath replied, 'I was serious.' She held her breath and pulled her stomach in and away from the countertop as I moved my hand down her body and untied the knot in her robe. 'Good' was all that I said as I turned her around and kissed her. She had very full soft lips that you just sink into. My bulge was painfully pressing against my jeans now as it rested against her stomach. She started to softly massage me through my pants. I kissed her and fondled her breasts for a bit before snaking my hand down and touching her pussy lips. She was soaked and recently shaved. Maybe she'd had the same plan?

I won't describe every detail of foreplay in a play by play. We ended up in her bedroom with her robe being discarded at the door. She hastily removed my clothing and placed my cock in her mouth with no hesitation. I'm not gonna lie, she's probably one of the top 10 blowjobs that I've ever had. I moved between her legs to taste the first juices other than Sara's that I'd had in 2 years. She wasn't as sweet as Sara, but definitely wetter. When I finally moved up her body to mount her, I paused in my mind, but not in my body. I thought about her and Jason and her other boyfriends since I'd met her. She'd made them all wear condoms, but she didn't even mention it to me. I'd never seen her with birth control pills, but I would be damned if I was planning to ask her now. Between my saliva and her natural wetness, I had no problem slipping right into her almost fully in one stroke. She made a sexy little moan as I bottomed out inside of her and I let out a long slow breath. She may have been wet, but she wasn't loose at all and she was on fire. I could regale you with tales of marathon sex and tender love making, but that wasn't the case. It wasn't love at all. It was revenge. It wasn't the tender manipulations that I'd spend on a lover. I fucked her like a whore. Each stroke made a very distinctive wet sound as I pounded her. I threw her legs over my shoulders and plowed her hard and deep. I turned her over and fucked her from behind leaving red marks on the curve of her ass where it met my hips with a pop each time. I entangled my fingers in her hair and even pulled her head back with it a few times. She loved every second of it. She moaned and made yelps and her pussy responded with a tight squeeze each time. I fucked her for 45 mins or so watching her tits bounce lewdly in every position.

When I was on the verge of cumming, I said, 'I'm close. Where do you want it?'.

She responded like she was coming out of a daze with a 'huh?'.

'I'm gonna cum. Should I pull out?' Now, I just wouldn't have asked.

Between breathless raged pants, she just said, 'No...no...in me...do it in me!'

I didn't need to be told twice and I wonder if secretly she wasn't hoping that I would get her pregnant that day, but that's neither here nor there. I buried myself deep and unloaded in her. I'd blown my load in Sara before, but maybe it was the reserved way of her nature that didn't make me respond that same way that Rebecca's open almost shout of 'do it in me!'. It felt like my soul was being pumped into her. Pump after pump, my cock lurched inside of her as deep as I could go while I just held there and filled her up. I kissed her and rocked inside of her for a few minutes until I went soft and then we cuddled for a little while before I grew hard again and fucked her for another hour. We never dated and she never knew my motivation behind fucking her in the first place, but we became like a friends with benefits situation. She never asked me to use a condom and we just casually avoided the conversation otherwise. She always made her boyfriends use rubbers though. We hung out and dated individually, but we still got together to fuck from time to time. Even when she had a steady boyfriend, she found time to fuck me. She ended up pregnant while dating a latino guy that she later married. He doesn't know that I was still fucking her when they were first dating. He just always knew me as a good friend. All I can say is that his daughter is awfully light skinned and has gorgeous blue eyes. Rebecca's genetics showing through or the result of two parents with blue eyes? Who knows... *wink*

Epilogue:
This will probably be the shortest epilogue ever, but you know what the worst part about this is? Sara NEVER FOUND OUT!! If I had wanted to keep it a secret, she would have known before I'd pulled out. How fucked up is that?