"The Catholic Girl"
M/f prost, unsafe, impreg

Standard Disclaimer: This story involves sex. Be prepared. It is fictional. The author does not condone the actual acts portrayed in this story if they are illegal in nature. It's just a story, nothing more, nothing less.


This is the sort of thing I do every few years. As a guy in business, it's pretty easy for me to get jobs places; lots of restaurants need managers, after all. So I get a job and move across the country, making a nice amount of cash--enough that I don't need to worry about my cars being traced, or any of that shit.

For a while after I settle down in a town, I date around at the bars; usually when women hear my salary they put out easily, thinking if the condom breaks and I knock them up, I'll marry them.

Fucking gold diggers.

Anyways. After a few years, when I start getting restless, that's when I start taking risks. Truth be told, I don't really care for the older women; once they've been through college, they've either turned into Suzy homemakers or are golddigging bitches who put out only if they think they're gonna get some money. So I like the college or high school girls: they're easy to fuck, there's lots of them, and they have tight pussies. When I can, I try to fuck the young ones bareback, setting up my own franchises as it were. I know I have a half-dozen kids, probably more.

College girls are easy, since a lot of them drink, or sneak into bars. It's the high school girls that're harder--it doesn't help that they're illegal. Not that I care. But if you want high school girls, you have to know how to find them. In some cities, your best bet is the public schools. The schools can't teach them; making kids on them gets them a free check from Uncle Sam. I don't pay alimony; I figure the taxes I pay on my salary is enough to support a dozen of the little rugrats. So I think welfare is good: it makes teenage pussy that much easier to fuck.

Honestly, though, the best place to find girls is a Catholic High School, especially if it's all girls. Everyone likes to pretend they're nice little girls, but the truth is that they're the craziest and most fertile of all the high school students.

So that's why I was sitting in my car near a Catholic all-girls school. I had been getting restless in the city, and was already looking for jobs someplace else. And the women my age just weren't that good in bed. I hadn't been laid in a month, which always tends to get me restless. It didn't help that I held off jacking off for the past week, just so I had a good, potent load to feed to a ready womb.

I waited as school let out and all the girls wearing their sexy uniforms pranced out. Some of them got picked up, but you know another good thing about Catholic schools? A lot of them just walk home. Makes the pickup easy.

In fact, there was one. A total bombshell, she stood about 5 and a half feet tall, with B-cup breasts, though she kept one fewer button on the top of her blouse undone. Her legs were smooth and skipped along the sidewalk, suggesting the treasure tucked between them under the pleated skirt. Her hair was brown with a little curl, bouncing on her shoulders as she skipped along, happy as could be. The perfect target.

I waited until she got far enough from the school that no one was really around to see, and I drove up alongside her, and rolled down the window. "Need a lift?" I asked politely, smiling wide.

She gave me a look-over, and then the car. It was a shiny new black corvette, with fake license plates. Not that she knew that. Still, I discovered long ago that having a nice car went a long way in getting high school pussy.

"Sure," she said casually, giving a small shrug. She ran around to the passenger side of the car and quickly said in. "You've got a nice car..."

"Steve," I lied as I began to drive. "And thank you."

"I'm Chastity," she said. How original, a Catholic family naming their daughter Chastity.

"I've always thought that was a pretty name. But I'm not entirely sure how much girls with it live up to it," I said, looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

She laughed. "Shit, no."

"Really?"

"Yeah; I love sex." That was always a plus. "A left here."

"How many?" I asked as I turned.

"Blow jobs, five. Sex, three." Not bad.

"Sounds like you've been studying well," I said.

"Yeah, well, my parents don't give me any allowance. A right up here at the light."

"So you take money for sex?"

"Why the fuck not? If a guy wants to give me money to make me feel good, I'm not gonna argue."

"Seriously?"

"Fuck yeah. Lost my virginity for two hundred bucks. Not like I cared."

"When was that?"

"About a year ago. I've been having sex ever since, getting money when I can."

"And how old are you now?"

"Sixteen." Jackpot.

"Got proof?"

She fished around for a moment for her wallet, and showed me her drivers' license. "Here," she said. Yup, sixteen and three months to the day. Looks like she would be having a kid on her seventeenth birthday. "It's the house up here on the left, with the lawn gnome."

"How much?" I figured I'd cut to the chase. A little slut like her probably didn't need much convincing.

"What?" she asked, a little surprised. We were parked in front of her house; the driveway was empty, and she wasn't moving to get out.

"How about...two thousand?" I pulled out the bag I had put the money in. One hundred twenty dollar bills.

She about choked as she saw the money. "You want...for two thousand?"

"Sure."

"But can't that land you in jail?"

"Not if you don't tell. Besides, that's half the thrill."

"Well, fuck...I mean, I thought you were gonna try to pick me up, but damn! Two thousand!"

"Why'd you come along, if you thought I was gonna pick you up?"

She flashed me a smile. "To size you up. The guys I've fucked've all been young, so they haven't been very good. I was thinking an older man might be better."

"And?"

"Sure," she said, taking the money. "My parents won't be home for several hours."

"No siblings?" Rare for a Catholic family.

"Only child," she shrugged. "I don't really understand it. Come on." She got out of the car.

"You're sure?"

"Hell yes. For two thousand, I'd let you do almost anything."

"Even bareback?" I'd fuck her either way, the nice pussy she probably had on her. But I might as well try.

"I don't use birth control," she said. She must be a lucky girl. "Cause I'm Catholic. So you'll have to pull out."

Fuck if I was going to pull out of her. "I'll make it four thousand if I don't have to."

This was the key moment. I could tell she was trying to do the math, but I knew it wouldn't click. That's another advantage to high school girls: they have no idea how much money a baby costs, so they're much more willing to get knocked up. And if you flooded them with enough money, they couldn't think straight.

"Five thousand," she said. "And I'll talk dirty." That wasn't even a month's worth of salary for me. And she'd have to live with it for years.

"I'm in," I said, grabbing the bags of money and handing it to her. I wasn't really trying to cheat her: all the bills were real and I was paying her five thousand. I guess I had a soft spot for the girls that were willing to put their wombs in the path of my baby batter.

"Then come in," she said as she took the money happily. This slut was easier than some of the ones I had to convince, but hey, I wasn't gonna complain.

I followed her into the house and to her room. "Nice room," I said, looking around.

"Thanks," she replied. "Gimme a moment to piss, okay?"

"Sure." I waited patiently in the room. It was very pink, with cute fuzzy animals painted on the walls. Several pictures laying around showed her family and her friends. She was definitely the bombshell of the bunch.

"Sorry," she apologized as she came in.

"I'm gonna piss, too," I said.

"Bathroom's right across the hall," she pointed.

When I came back after relieving myself, she was sitting on her bed, counting the bills. "It's all there," I said. "Five thousand bucks."

"Just so you can blow your load in an underage cunt," she said. "I think I'm on the winning end of the deal."

"You aren't gonna tell anybody, right?"

"'Course not. If I did that, I couldn't convince you to give me more money." Actually, depending on if she caught, I might or might not. Five thousand was a lot to just throw away, even if it wasn't even a month's salary.

I laughed at her joke. "That's true. Let me see some titties."

She closed the door to her room. "Just in case," she said, then began to pull up her blouse as I sat on the bed. Obedient little slut.

She leaned forward, cupping her boobs in her hands. "You like these?"

"Very nice."

She undid her bra and they popped out, two perfect spheres of teenage beauty. Her nipples were a light pink, and already hard. She leaned them forward into my mouth, and I began to lick on them hungrily.

"Oooh, that feels nice," she said. I almost told her to wait until I was balls-deep in her. But after a few moments, she moved down and moved her head down to my crotch. She quickly undid my belt, rubbing my cock through the fabric. "Feels nice and big..."

"Mmhmm," I said, standing up momentarily to undress. She slid my pants and boxers down with one yank, and put her hand on my already hard member. Definitely an expert.

"It looks like it hasn't been sucked in a long time," she said.

"You have no fucking idea....but I want to cum in your pussy."

"You will...I just want to get you ready," she said as she slid my cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck...you're an expert at this." Her tongue felt amazing as she moved her mouth up and down, giving me a blowjob.

She took it out of her mouth with a long lick under the base. "If I get you too close now, I won't get to have my fun." She pushed me back on the bed. "I'm gonna mount you."

Who was I to argue? I scrambled up, laying back as she positioned herself over my cock. "You still have your skirt on."

"I know...but I bet it why you wanted to fuck me...don't you want to be reminded of my little jailbait cunt while you watch."

"Fuck, I never knew breaking the law could be so fun."

She reached down with one hand and aimed my cock, and I could feel her pussy lips on the head. Slowly, she lowered herself, sliding down the shaft. Damn, she was tight! It felt like a vice grip on my cock, not that I was complaining. "Oh wow, you're bigger than any of the other three."

I reached behind her, placing my hands on her ass, pushing her down onto me. "And you've probably got the tightest cunt I've ever fucked."

With a soft grunt, our hipbones collided, and I was balls-deep in this sexy underage Catholic schoolgirl. Gamblers don't even get this lucky.

She began to fuck me, going up and down on my cock, and I rocked my hips to her rhythm. She cupped her boobs and rubbed them gently. "Ohh, you like fucking my tight cunt?"

"Oh fuck yes...I love Catholic pussy..."

"Jailbait Catholic pussy?" she suggested innocently, even though she was riding me like a champ.

"Fuck yes...I bet my little Catholic slut is fertile right now, too."

"Oh fuck," she said as she thought about it, rocking harder. "I bet my underaged womb is, too."

"I'm not pulling out...not when I'm fucking an illegal cunt."

"You're gonna fucking knock me up...make my parents grandparents."

"When their daughter is still jailbait," I said, trying to push deeper into her. If she didn't like the idea of getting pregnant, she certainly wasn't fucking like it.

"Fuck, you're gonna make your slut cum," she said, rolling her eyes back in her head in pleasure. I reached up with my hands and began to play with her breasts.

"I love making jailbait cum on my cock." I thrust harder into her, feeling my own cum starting to rise. It wouldn't be long.

She gave a sharp intake of breath, tightening up, her cunt squeezing my cock like there was no tomorrow. The little bitch was cumming. I continued to thrust up into her, and she began to give a low moan of pleasure as she pussy lips milked at me.

"Cum, Catholic slut," I said as she bucked against me.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," she began to mutter as she came down from her high. "Oh my fucking God that was amazing."

I smiled. "Illegal ones are the best."

"Oh fuck, that's right," she said, still fucking me. "You're gonna put a baby in my underage belly, aren't you."

I fucked against her, concentrating too much on my impending orgasm to say anything. I didn't need to; she said it all.

"You're fucking my illegal cunt and are gonna knock me up. Your huge cock is gonna give my jailbait pussy a baby...gonna make my belly stretch out...I'm gonna have to get a new uniform for school because my tummy will have grown, and everyone at school will know I'm a slut because I got knocked up...my little illegal cunt got knocked up."

That was enough to push me over the edge. I began pushing into her frantically. "Time to give you a baby!" I said.

"Hold me on your cumming cock! Make me take all of it!" she yelled.

With all my might, I grabbed her ass and pulled her as far down onto me as I could, letting my little soldiers go. I fired spurt after spurt of my baby batter right into her waiting, fertile womb. The jet of sperm seemed to go on forever as I held myself deep in her cunt, spitting string after string of sperm right where it belonged. She moaned with each twitch of my cock. "Oh god, I feel it in me...I feel it knocking me up..." Her mewing only served to make me try to push deeper as my cannon went off inside her.

Finally, I stopped, my cock making several last twitches as the final wave tried valiantly to breach her cervix. I held her to me for several moments, both of us panting.

"Oh god...you really did it...you really came inside me."

"Holy fuck that felt good!"

We stayed like that for a few moments, before she lifted, and my limp dick fell out of her with a soft plop, several gobs of my sperm falling on it. She brought one hand down, scooped some of it up, and brought it to her mouth and swallowed. With her other hand, she unsnapped her skirt, displaying her shaved underage cunt. She slid a finger into her pussy and began to finger herself, possibly to keep the sperm in her as she climbed down me. "I'm going to clean you up," she said, and began to lick our juices from around my cock.

Holy shit, I had only paid her to fuck me...but she seemed pretty into it. She licked, swallowing all of my cum that had leaked out, and her own juices. She fondled my balls, and stroked at my limp cock for a little. Then she put it into her mouth, and began to suck, cleaning me off.

With that sort of mouth, it didn't take me long to get hard. I felt myself growing in her mouth, and she continued to suck, looking up at me happily. I brought my hands to the back of her head and pushed her against me in rhythm.

As I was starting to feel my second load just beginning to rise, she stopped, and looked up at me, one hand covered in the sperm that had leaked out of her pussy. "Can you...make me cum again?"

Did I need an invitation? "Of course. But it might be better if you were on bottom."

"Okay." She got up on the bed and laid out. I loved knocking girls up on their beds; they would remember the fuck forever.

She was rubbing her clit with her sperm-soaked finger as I lined my cock up with her pussy hole. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded, and I didn't need any more encouragement. We were both already well-lubed, so I sank all the way into her in one thrust.

"Oof," she said.

"Can your sixteen-year-old cunt handle another fuck?" I asked, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting deep again.

"Oof," she said again. "Oh fuck yes...make your little Catholic slut cum."

"Underage whore," I said, punctuating my sentences with deep thrusts, each of which caused her to gasp in pain and pleasure. "Selling your womb to a total stranger." I wanted myself to last longer, so I stayed slow as I keep thrusting into her. "That makes you feel sexy, doesn't it, selling your illegal body to a stranger."

"Oh fuck yes."

"I bet you want me to knock you up," I said. It was half-truth. "I bet you hope there's already a baby in you from all the sperm I pumped in. All the boys will know you put out...you'll get all the hard cock you want, but I'm the one who gave you your baby."

Her legs locked around my ass, and I could tell she was close. "Oh fuck me...fuck my tight cunt."

"Jailbait," I said, thrusting deep. "Tempting older men with your sexy legs...I bet you love being a Catholic slut! Catholic whore, you just want to cum."

"Fuck yes...make me cum...make my illegal cunt cum!" She pushed against me, wanting it.

So I gave it to her. I began to go hard and deep, picking up my pace. "Cum, you little wench...cum so that you take even more of my cum into you, making it even more likely to get pregnant. Cum for me, and get knocked up."

That set her over the edge. Her legs tensed, pushing me deep into her. Her cunt milked at my cock again, milked the cum I had already spilt in her into her cervix. I knew it was increasing her chances of getting knocked up. That was the point.

I kept fucking her as she came, knowing it was making her cum harder. And now that she had her turn, it was mine. I was hard, and wanting to make sure this little slut was knocked up. I began thrusting harder and faster.

"Oh fuck, you made your Catholic slut cum," she said. "You just love fucking illegal cunt, don't you?"

"I love it when jailbait talks dirty."

"Your cock makes me feel so good...I won't be able to live with boycock anymore...I can only have mancock."

"I've got plenty of mancock for you."

"Oh god, I feel it..." Her pussy was still spasming around my cock. She was in the definite throes of pleasure.

"If you're not gonna fuck your guy friends anymore, then who are you gonna fuck? Your teachers?"

"Oh fuck, yes..."

"Gonna let your teachers knock up your tight illegal pussy?"

"You already knocked up my cunt...I'm already carrying your baby."

"I know," I said, feeling my second cum rising. "But I'm gonna make sure you're good and knocked up. What are your parents gonna think?"

"Fuck if I know...all I know is how good your cock feels. Fuck!" Her pussy spasmed again.

"Is my little Catholic slut going to cum again?"

"Yes I am. Make me cum again!" she begged.

"I'm gonna cum so much in you, you're gonna have twins...maybe even triplets."

I rutted deep into her as she pushed back against me. "Knock my underage cunt up...knock me up...Oh fuck!"

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she began to cum again, her cunt milking at my cock. "Baby time," I said, her pussy walls pushing me over the edge. I thrust deep in her and let off my second load, sending my sperm splattering against her pussy walls, trying my damnedest to flood her womb. Spurt after spurt of my jizz filled up her hole--and this time, it wouldn't all leak out.

After I finished painting her cunt with my cum, we laid there a few moments, panting. She looked up at me. "Wow."

"You're welcome," I said, pulling out.

"Wow." She looked at me with a dazed look. She had been fucked good, probably nothing like she had ever been fucked before.

I smiled at her as I began to put on my clothes. Not worth trying to get her to clean up. "Now just lay there and let it soak in," I said. "That's what I'm paying you for."

"Yeah," she replied, making no effort to get up. "I know."

I finished dressing, and leaned over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "Have fun with the baby," I said.

"Thank you," she replied. She was still out of it; most of the time, they were pissed as hell at this point. She just kinda laid there and accepted her fate.

"Bye," I said, and quickly found my way out of the house and to my car, taking a careful look at the house. I usually used my connections to find out what happened to the girls after I knocked them up.

Turns out that little Janet--she had lied about her name, of course--did catch, and on her seventeenth birthday, delivered a healthy baby boy. I learned later she apparently had expressed sentiments to her friends on occasion of wanting to get pregnant, so she could leverage it against her parents. They had reacted completely opposite to the way she expected, and instead embraced the new baby. Turns out they were happier that she was fertile (her mother apparently had some problems) and had kids than they were angry that she was sleeping around. She just claimed that it had been rape, so they didn't know the father, and she didn't want to press charges. I got off with no problem, and was able to get to two other girls at her school before I skipped town.

But she never did turn into a slut. Instead, she married some guy at her church a few years later, and they now have their first (her second) kid on the way.

As for me, I'm just glad to pass my genes into the next generation. And I paid my taxes, made sure she got the government assistance she so rightly deserved. And I got away without a problem, free to do it in the next town.

Which, of course, I did.
