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I was only seventeen, and that was fourteen years ago, and yet I recall every detail as though it were yesterday: the flicker of her eyes as she spoke, the curve of her lips, the very tone of her voice –

“It’s ok, I know my schedule. You can cum inside of me if you want to.”

Music to my ears.

She was the first person I’d ever had sex with. Everything was so new and so exciting. On top of that, she’d never made me wear a condom. Skin on skin right from the start…it almost frightens me now to think about how a condom might change the experience altogether. However, she had from the very first time, required that I pull out. On that matter, she had always been quite strict. Her particular desire was that I cum all over her breasts or her belly…but nowhere else.

Suddenly, there she was, telling me that I could cum inside of her…if I wanted to. If I wanted to? Was she serious? Not just about letting me cum inside of her, but did she really expect me to turn her down? Who the hell was I to argue?

And in the truest fashion of a horny, seventeen year old boy, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy so fast my head was still spinning when I exploded inside of her. I can intently remember the prickly feeling that crept across my entire body as my pace slowed, the slippery feeling of her cunt as I filled her up. I could feel it leaking out around my cock, and down the sensitive flesh underneath. So intense was the experience, to say nothing about my own naivety, that the possibility of getting her pregnant never once entered my mind. Never the less, about a month and a half later, she delivered the news:

“I’m pregnant.”

How those two words forever changed my life. At first, like any seventeen year old guy hearing those words for the first time, I panicked. Pregnant? She couldn’t be pregnant! She said she knew her schedule! She said it was OK! But, as it is with all things: in time the drama fades, the tension eases, and one begins to accept the little challenges that life throws at them from time to time. That’s when a person either rises up to the task…or they crash and burn.

Being a person with generous amounts of self-confidence, I chose to step up to the plate. I was ready for this child and I was going to make sure that, whether it was a boy or a girl, that they got their chance in the world, just like I had – or better even, if it was within my power to do so. But something else changed as well…

In the weeks following her announcement, she began to get more and more sick, more and more uncomfortable, sex grew more and more infrequent. Well, that just wasn’t going to work for me…not at all.

I was working at a pizza joint at the time as a delivery driver, and at work there was no shortage of young, vibrant girls that to me, all seemed to be begging for me to fill their teenage pussies with cum. I wasn’t going to let them suffer anymore – I was going to make sure they got everything they wanted…and more.

Unknown to my current partner, I started seeing another girl at work. At first it was nothing more than playful flirtation, but it eventually blossomed into something more intense. Soon we found ourselves lingering in the parking lot long after the shop had closed for the night, kissing and fondling one another fiercely. We engaged in this for several days in a row, until one night she asked me to follow her home. I didn’t think much of it. Maybe we’d kiss and play a little more in her driveway before I went home, but to my surprise, she sneaked me inside and into her bedroom.

Once again, everything happened very quickly. I had only moments ago been kissing her and caressing her breasts in the parking lot at work, and suddenly I was being pulled inside of her. All I could think of at the moment was ‘thank God she didn’t make me put a rubber on’.

Her pussy felt incredible, probably because it was just different than the other one that I’d used up already and become familiar with. This pussy was fresh, and I found my excitement all over again.

I loved watching my first partner grow as she advanced throughout her pregnancy, but I was disappointed that I couldn’t even touch her. She was so sick and sensitive that I avoided even talking to her as often as possible. Damn if I didn’t want to hold those massive breasts and run my hands over her rounding belly while I pumped more hot cum inside of her.

It was because of that reason that I decided that it had to better. Someone out there would surely enjoy getting fucked repeatedly while my child grew inside of her womb. What a coincidence that my cock was already pulsing inside of someone new. In an instant, I chose her as the mother of my second child…and she didn’t even know it.

My ferocity in fucking her intensified dramatically. I was so excited by the possibility of fucking a pregnant woman that I didn’t even hear her when she said not to cum inside of her.

“Pull it out! Pull it out!” she kept saying.

I didn’t reply. I just kept on fucking her, desperate to cum.

“Please. You have to pull out! I’m not on anything…I might get pregnant.”

And still, I wasn’t hearing her…or rather, I was pretending not to hear her.

“My parents will kill me…please!”

I simply smiled, looking down at her while I continued to slide my cock forcefully in and out of her. “I’m going to cum inside you. I want you to have my baby.”

She continued to protest for a few moments, but eventually her resistance faded. Despite her expressed resentment at being bred, the bucking of her hips, her hands on my ass pulling me deeper inside of her said something else entirely. I simply couldn’t hold out any longer, and with a grunt that should’ve (but surprisingly, didn’t) woke someone in the house, I emptied myself inside of her. When it was finished, and she was lying beside me leaking my fluids all over the bed, she spoke to me again.

“I can’t believe you did that. We’re gonna get in a lot of trouble.”

“It’ll be fine.” I said.

“What are we going to do if I do get pregnant?”

“Oh, I think I’m just going to keep on fucking you anyway.”

“Well, hopefully we’ll get lucky and nothing will happen.”

“To be honest…I’m sort of hoping that you do get pregnant.”

She just stared at me for a long, silent moment. “Really?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“You hardly know me. Why would you want to have kids with me.”

“Why not?”

“Well…I’m too young for one.”

“Says who?”

She didn’t really have an answer for that one. “So now what?” she said after another few moments of silence.

I nestled up to her, holding her as close to me as possible. “I say we make sure that we’ve accomplished our task.”

“And what task is that?”

“Making sure you’re pregnant…what else?”

She stared directly into my eyes, searching for something it seemed. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m serious. I’m not going home until I’m sure that you’re full of enough cum. Not until I’m sure that you’re going to get pregnant.”

“Well…” she said, almost timidly, “if that’s what you want.”

Before she could change her mind, I had her spread before me once more. With the head of my cock, I pushed the stream of cum running out of her back up inside of her again. She was obviously as excited as I was. Even with my cum still inside of her, I could feel her own wetness. I could feel her relax beneath me and accept what it was that I was going to do to her…and damn it if I didn’t make sure I did the job right.

Before I went home, only an hour before sunrise, I’d filled her with cum three more times. I did my best to keep my cock inside of her as much as possible, to allow as little of my cum to escape. I was so involved with impregnating her that I could think of little else. I didn’t even hear the sound of my beeper, vibrating in my pants on the floor beside the bed. I also didn’t care…because this was the beginning of a new stage in my life…something that I would carry with me until this very day.

What happened next is the stuff of another story…