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My real name is not Murphy. To give a new twist to an old TV line, I’ve changed my name to protect the possibly guilty (me). Not that anyone I know would likely discover if I used my real first name, but being new to this Internet porn stuff, I want to be sure. For those of you old enough to remember the old TV Dragnet series from which I borrowed this quote, it will give you an idea about how old I am (hopefully not too old to lose interest in sex anytime soon). I chose the name Murphy to experiment with this stuff because I’ve always been a big believer in “Murphy’s Law”. In case any readers haven’t heard of this, a simplified definition says that anything that can go wrong will go wrong at the worst possible time. I hope this doesn’t make me sound negative or pessimistic; I prefer to think of myself as practical in thinking this way. It somehow seems very appropriate here as it would definitely apply to accidentally getting a girl pregnant by losing cont
rol with her at the wrong time.

Anyway- on with the story; and for the record it IS true- I’m not making it up. This happened many years ago, so my memory of details is not clear; except for certain things which should become evident (it was back in the days before AIDS and my biggest concern was the possibility of getting a girl pregnant). The story centers around a woman I worked with at the time on a typical office job. She liked me a lot, was always very horny (coming right out and bluntly telling me so many times), and I believe her biological clock was probably ticking. I knew she wasn’t on birth control. In keeping with my fictitious names here, I will call her Sue- the first name that comes to mind as I write this (OK so not ALL of the story is true).

I was in an on again off again relationship with another woman at the time - I’ll call her Jane(they didn’t know each other). Jane was using an IUD for birth control- popular back then but you never hear of it now (she never to my knowledge had any problems with it and I’ve always thought the safety issues raised since then were/ are probably grossly over exaggerated). The IUD brings up an interesting memory though, since it technically works by inducing a very early abortion. I remember being really turned on when Jane told me she had expelled a small clot with her period. This meant I had actually gotten her pregnant and the expelled clot was the fertilized egg. After that the thought that I might actually be getting her pregnant when we had sex was a really nice turn on.

Sue, the central figure in this story, was always flirting with me at work and managed a few times to get me to go out with her for drinks or whatever after work. Although she had a way of making me pretty horny, I usually managed to keep from getting too friendly with her. After all, my needs were being met by Jane, who was on birth control, unlike Sue. Sue did end up at my apartment a few times but I somehow managed to keep both of our clothes on. One time she came over with another female coworker who for a time was coming on to me the same way. We all laid down on my bed for a short time; I could have easily had a threesome right there but held my ground. I don’t know if my other coworker was on birth control or not.

Then one night it happened.; Here’s where some of the details escape me. I don’t remember what we were doing earlier that evening and thus how it was that I ended up at Sue’s place that night. I lived very close to our work whereas Sue lived much farther away. So she had been to my apartment a few times but I had never been to hers. Somehow that night I ended up at her apartment for some reason.

It seems to me we had a few drinks, probably just a couple; just enough to make me really horny (she did that pretty well anyway and certainly did so that night). The first detail I remember was when she said- “You know I’m not on birth control but let’s go to my bedroom. We can be careful not to go too far.” As with every story I’ve ever heard like this I was instantly turned on to the extreme, yet knew it would be better if I didn’t do it. I think the thing that ruled over my best judgment was the fact I’ve always been tremendously turned on by the fantasy of taking a chance on getting a woman pregnant. It’s by far my biggest sexual fantasy; thus I was delighted when I recently discovered this website. It caters exactly to that fetish, and is something I’ve long sought unsuccessfully (after awhile those porno movies with the guy cumming in the girl’s face, breasts, stomach, or anywhere other than inside her just didn’t cut it). Thank goodness for the internet (I co
uldn’t do this till I recently got internet at home; couldn’t very well be doing this at work). As I write this account of the events of that night, I find myself once again getting turned on just as I did then.

Needless to say, I went into the bedroom with Sue. She immediately turned out the lights but there was still just enough light coming from somewhere to dimly see each other. I saw her take her clothes off but couldn’t see if she was completely naked. I took my clothes off all except for my shorts. I had a full erection by then and figured keeping my shorts on would be a good thing to do in the interest of “not going too far”. Then we both got into bed and despite not wanting this to be over too soon, I couldn’t resist the temptation to immediately reach over and touch her. Previous question answered- she was completely naked. Then she reached over to touch ME and discovered my shorts were still on. She immediately yelled almost sarcastically- “Oh no take this off”. Off it came and there we were holding and caressing each other. What a wonderful feeling- I rubbed my hard penis against her, starting with her legs, then her stomach(funny how I remember this detail b
ut not how we ended up there that night). She was obviously also very turned on and said something about how she wished she had stopped at the drug store earlier to get that foam that is supposed to kill sperm (I didn’t have a condom and have always preferred to just not have sex rather than use one- another reason this website appeals to me so much). As turned on as I was, I didn’t feel I was about to cum so I thought it would be OK to rub my penis between her pussy lips without putting it in. Again what a feeling!!

I remember she had a cat that jumped up on the bed with us. I thought how about that- here I am suddenly in bed with two pussies!! (har har). I probably said that to her as it’s one of my favorite jokes; if I’m petting a cat that belongs to a cute girl I say I’m playing with her pussy.

I’m sure you can guess what happened next; my big fantasy suddenly became anxious reality. She said, “Do you think you can put it in and just hold everything back?”. I was pretty sure I could or I still would have said no, though I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it back for too long. I slowly slid it into her, just a little at first, then gradually all the way. I found I was able to make some gentle thrusts in and out without getting too close to cumming. The feeling was really something, knowing the chance I was taking in the event I suddenly lost it.

I thought also about the possibility that even though I wasn’t about to cum, what if I was already leaking precum into her? Oh wow! I didn’t think so but couldn’t tell for sure. After a few thrusts, I said to myself “that’s enough roulette” and I pulled out and rolled over so my back was against her front. I think I felt the end of my penis and couldn’t feel any fluid coming out so I figured I probably hadn’t released any precum inside her. She snuggled up against me with my back to her front that way and I guess with all the anxiety and such I suddenly fell asleep. That was when I came- I had the best wet dream ever and woke up again to feel cum all over the sheets and all over me! The mess felt great as I hadn’t gotten any of it inside her. Still though I had that slight double- did I get any precum inside her? I don’t remember now if I stayed the whole night with her or went home later that night.

Right after that Sue went to work in one of the other offices of our company that was closer to her home. So I didn’t see her much after that and had no more romantic encounters. Then one day at work, I guess about two months later, my supervisor got me aside and said he wanted to talk to me. He said “you know Sue?” I said “yeah”. Then he said “she’s pregnant”. I panicked instantly, knowing not only that she was pregnant, but that my supervisor somehow knew enough to suspect me of being the father. I quickly collected myself enough to try to point the finger somewhere else. I said something like “Oh wow- I didn’t know she was seeing anyone.” He must have seen my discomfort because he then said, “well, she does go to bars, it could have been someone she met that way.” But I immediately knew he suspected me. Then he dropped it and walked away. My sudden feeling was a combination of sheer panic and intense sexual arousal. I lived close enough to work to go home for
lunch. I did that day and had to jack off immediately when I got there. I came almost immediately and much more intense than I usually do. A couple of big jets of semen shot clear across my bed; I usually don’t cum that much but was suddenly so extremely aroused.

That night I called Sue to talk about it. I wondered why she hadn’t told me when she got the news. She just nonchalantly said “oh yes I’m due in 6 months (or 5 or 7 or whatever it was). When I said something like “well how do you think I feel about this”, she laughed and said “Oh no you’re not the father. Remember- you pulled out that night we did it?”. Turns out she had also been seeing someone else, which as I think back now I think I kind of suspected.

Sue never returned to the company after her maternity leave. I have no idea what became of her, only that she told me I was not the father of her child. But every once in awhile I think about that slight doubt of whether or not I could have impregnated her with precum that night. What about the chance be it ever so small, that she might have told me that because she knew I didn’t want children. I guess it’s a good thing nature made us the way we are. If we weren’t so turned on by the things we want the least many of us wouldn’t be here!

That by the way is the only time I’ve ever used only withdrawal for birth control- though I fantasize about it all the time. The irony is not so much that I worried about her getting pregnant, but that I found out later she actually WAS; though presumably I’m not the father. It was one of two pregnancy scares I’ve had in my life. The other was a woman I had a relationship with for about 8 months. She was on birth control but said she had missed a period. She later said she had such a light period she didn’t know she was having it. I wondered later though if she didn’t secretly stop taking her pills in an effort to trap me; I know she wanted kids.

Just as an added note- my then girlfriend Jane found out about my pregnancy scare with Sue and just laughed. She said “how does it feel to be a suspected father?” I don’t remember my answer, but when I think back to those days I remember she was a pretty cool lady.