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When I was 21, I was a college student bouncing from class to joe-job to hockey game to party to bed. My girlfriend Ginny was 18, intelligent and beautiful, but hell-bent on starting a family and very little else. Her lack of outside ambition bothered me, I was raised around strong women and back then I considered her family-mindedness a character flaw, when I believed she could do 'more'. My prejudice and our basic personalities made our love a stormy one. When we weren't fucking we were fighting. Sometimes after one or the other, we'd just collapse, exhausted, in each others arms. I awoke one Saturday morning after a difficult night with her. The sunlight streamed through the window onto the crisp, clean bedsheets. Ginny was already awake but obviously not very long, as she was still nude, the way she always slept, whether we were on speaking terms or not. I rubbed the sand out of my eyes to see her more clearly. If nothing else, Ginny was always an eyeful, from any angle. She had ice-blue eyes, curly sandy blonde hair, and she tanned a dark brown despite her otherwise fair complexion. Her full, pink lips seemed to be in a permanent pucker, except when she flashed her perfect smile. She was full-figured, especially her 38 DD breasts, but athletic and flexible, with long, smooth legs leading to a tight, round apple-shaped ass. Her stomach pouched slightly, as if it was anticipating and making room for the thing Ginny wanted most in this world. 'Good morning, bear' she greeted me with her pet name for me. 'Morning hon, sorry about last night. I want to get this degree over and done with before we start having kids. Being married wouldn't hurt, either' I replied. 'You worry about everything waaaaay too much. I love you and you love me. You'll be done soon anyway. As for getting married, I'm the one without a ring, and there's only one person who can do something about that.' 'I know, I know' I tried to defend myself. 'Do we have to go through it all again, with just an 8-hour sleep..' 'Hush' Ginny said and grabbed my lips, pulling the lower one out and making me look as ridiculous as I felt. 'I've seen you around kids, they love you and I know you'll make an awesome dad'. She kissed me with those full, soft lips, with just a trace of tongue, and reached over to my cock, which under the sheets had pitched an obscene tent with its morning wood. 'You know what I want, and you've got it,' she purred; 'and I know deep down you want it too. Actually it doesn't look all that deep right now', she said with an evil grin. The devil was clearly in her, but it was the devil I couldn't say no to. She moved her hands softly from my cock to my balls, cradling them softly. This was very unusual, not that she was touching me, but that she had touched me first. The part of my head that was fully awake was spinning. The truth was that I did want her, and I wanted her to have our baby, but I was scared. 'Come on, give me a break. Can't you wait just a little longer?' I asked. She said nothing. She kept rubbing my balls and lifted her leg across mine. Then she rose on her knees, pulling and tying her hair back, straddling me and hovering just so that the head of my cock brushed her smooth, shaved pussy lips. I could feel with just that little contact how very wet she was, my precum mixed with her juice and dripped onto my stomach. Ginny was smiling with a grin that told me she knew my heart better than I did, and her eyes burned with determination. I tried to rise up to kiss her but she moved away and grinned more fiercely. After a minute of this torture, she slid me into her pussy, which felt completely new. She was hotter inside, and wet in a way I had never felt her before, greasy, almost sticky. The part of me that had fought her made one last feeble attempt: 'What do you want from me?' 'I want your seed, inside me...give me a baby, Luke' It was the plea of a tigress who had every power at her disposal but one. I couldn't resist any longer and pulled her down to kiss me, deep but quick, and then she was off. She pinned my hips with her thighs to minimize my thrusting (or withdrawing) as she rocked back and forth hard and fast on me. Her enormous tits bounced inches from my face, I reached up for them but she pushed my hands away to the sides even as she fucked me furiously. She clamped her pussy to my lap and grinded her thighs in circles, swirling my cock inside her and rubbing her clit against me with every turn. 'Oh yes, oh baby! Come on and give it to me Luke!' she yelled. I pushed my cock into her now as she landed, I was her willing accomplice, bouncing her ass higher and feeling it slap my thighs on every landing. Her fertile juice, as thick as cream, now drenched my pubes and ran down my balls. Stroking hard now as she came down, the upward curve of my cock ran the tip of my head against her g-spot with every thrust, she gasped 'right there, keep it right there, oh yeah I'm gonna..oohhh fuck me!' and then her pussy spasmed and twitched as she tried to catch her breath. She didn't slow down or stop but kept on riding me without mercy. I felt the veins in my dick pop out and as I swelled bigger, I sensed every wet fold and bump inside her, and as I felt myself heading off the cliff, falling into full climax, she locked her legs under mine, arched her back and closed her eyes with a look of ecstasy. The cum spilled out of my cock, not exploding, but running out powerfully, like a swift, deep river flooding its valley. With surprising energy, as I lay drained and almost helpless, she hopped off me, my cock nearly froze instantly, having left her warm confines and been exposed, dripping wet, to the cold air. She rolled on her back and took her knees up to her chest with her bottom lifted slightly. I imagined she was as cold down there as I was, even more so, without any hair on her wet lips, so I pulled the sheet over us both and put my arms around her knees and the back of her neck. Of course it wasn't the only time we made love that week, or even that day, so I really can't be sure, but it certainly seems likely that was the moment we made our daughter.
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