#inseminate her

As I finish putting away the clean dishes, you look up from your reading. “Baby,” you say, “Do you remember a while back when my period was late?”

I chuckle to myself; how could I forget? “Of course, hon. It was pretty… scary,” I say, though it was more than that.

“Yeah… but you know what? When my period finally started, part of me was kinda… disappointed.” Thoughts jumble in my head as I leave the kitchen, and by the time I find myself in the living room I understand you really just said you wish I’d gotten you pregnant.

My heart quickens and every square millimeter of my skin tingles. Who knew hearing you want my baby would fill me with such pride and joy… along with coarser feelings? I sit down beside you on the couch and hear myself say, scarcely above a whisper, “Me too.”

“Really?” you ask. “Because I thought you didn’t… you know….”

“We’re animals, hon. We can’t help it.” My cock stirs, shifting against the fabric of my underwear.

“But you’re so… responsible.” It sounds like part of you wishes I weren’t.

“Condoms are just… a necessary evil. Nobody actually likes them.” In fact, every time we have sex I think about us doing it bare, and right now just the thought of that is starting to make me hard. 

“Only because it would feel better without them.” You smile mischievously.

“Well, that too, but…” I smile back at you, planning a tiny tease. “The best part…” I trail off, enjoying the anticipation myself.

You perk. “What? What’s the best part?”

I haven’t exactly meant to withhold this from you, but it still feels like I’m revealing a secret. “Cumming… inside you… for real.” I’m suddenly acutely aware of not having cum for, what, three or four days?

You exhale through an open-mouthed smile, looking amazed and just a little skeptical. “You never told me.” You put your book aside.

“Maybe not, but…” I say, taking your hand and placing it where you can feel my stiffening cock under the soft denim of my jeans. “My claim is consistent with readily available evidence.” I smirk.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” you ask, taking my hand to slide it along your inner thigh, up under your skirt. I gently press my fingertips against your sheer panties and, finding them already moist, it dawns on me it’s been just about two weeks since your period. I caress you through the thin cloth, enjoying the spread of the dampness a few moments before slipping my fingers under your waistband and through your pubic curls.

As my fingertips part your lips and smear your slick nectar around your clit in slow circles, you unbutton my jeans and reach into my boxer briefs to grasp my cock and pull it up and out so my tip peeks above my waistband. With my free hand, I pull you to me for a long kiss, and our tongues dance as your fingers slowly stroke my rigid shaft, my cockhead weeping a first droplet of pre-cum. I slip a finger inside you, intending to tease your g-spot the way I know will bring you to a shuddering climax, but you have other ideas.

The faintest sigh escapes you. “Baby,” you whisper, “fuck me?” I can hear it’s not a request but an expression of need. I slip down off the couch to the carpet, on my knees facing you, and slide my hands up your outer thighs. You raise your hips so I can skin your panties down over your legs and toss them behind me. As I push my jeans and briefs down off my own hips, you slide your ass toward the edge of the couch. I part your knees, exposing your glistening pussy to my gaze, and you moan as I drag two fingers between your swollen inner lips. A string of your juices stretches back to you a few inches before snapping as I bring my fingers to my mouth for a taste.

I close the distance between us and place my cockhead at your sopping entrance, my shaft angled slightly up, and you cross your ankles behind me. “Oh, god,” you say, “Please… in… in…” So I push up and in, popping my head inside, and you reward me with a gasp. I push deeper inside you with short but firm thrusts, and I marvel at how much better your velvet walls feel around my cock bare. I wonder how we’ll ever be able to settle for any less. 

When I’ve sunk half my shaft into your tight warmth, I withdraw almost all the way and then plunge back in again, a little farther this time. I begin a steady rhythm, the slight upward angle of my cock ensuring it drags past your g-spot. We sigh as if surprised when each push opens more of you to me.

When finally I bottom out in you, balls resting against your ass, I lean in for more kisses, grinding the base of my cock against your clit. “Oh my god, baby, so much better,” I say.

“Mm hmmmm,” you agree.

“And… oh god… I can feel…” My shaft is full of pre-cum. “I’m leaking… inside you.”

“Yeah?” you say. “Do you wanna… use a condom?”

I chuckle. “Want? No, I don’t want to.” It feels good to say it out loud, even though I know…

“Then don’t, baby,” you say matter-of-factly.

Your words hang in the air a few seconds.

“We really should,” I say.

“But you don’t want to.”

“I want… but…” My mind is whirling. “What do youwant?”

Somehow you frown and smile at the same time. “I don’t want to use a condom either, baby.”

“You want me to… cum… inside you?”

“Yeah. I do.” Tiny nods echo your words as my cock swells harder than I can remember. “Oooh,” you say. “And I can tell you do, too.”

Well, of course I want it, but… I start to withdraw from you, part of me still questioning what to do next. When just my tip is inside you, I realize one more time won’t make me cum, and it feels wonderful to be plunging back into you where I belong.

But I need a little more clarity. “You want…” I start again. “You want me to… cum in you and… make you pregnant?”

You smile broadly. “Yeah,” you say. “I do.” My adrenal gland must be exhausting itself on the rush I get from your simple words.

Again I almost entirely withdraw, savoring the coating of your juices clinging to my shaft and cooling in the air a moment, and then I plunge back into your welcoming warmth. “Tell me,” I say. “I wanna hear it.”

“Oh, baby,” you say. “Fuck me… cum inside me… and make me pregnant…”

“Yes,” I say, “yes.” I thrust my hips forward over and over, driving my bare cock deep inside you, my cockhead nearly kissing your soft, open cervix. As my strokes accelerate, I feel my orgasm build. “Baby, I’m gonna cum in you.”

“Do it,” you say. “Do it, baby. Shoot your cum in me.” I feel your pussy walls, tight around my shaft, begin to spasm. “Oh, god,” you moan, your climax overtaking you. “Oh god oh god oh god…”

I tumble over the edge with you, my cock and balls surging as long spurts of my seed erupt from deep within me. Six, seven, eight, nine strong pulses of creamy, sperm-rich semen spatter against your cervix, coating it and filling you with the warmth of my essence.

Nearly spent but unwilling to stop, I fuck you in long, slow strokes, our mixed juices squelching and running out over your ass. I instinctually squeeze the last of my cum out of me and into you, where it belongs, though I know you’re already overflowing with millions of my swimmers.

You return to your senses a few seconds after I do. “Oh… my… god, baby…” you say. “So… good. So good.”

“Yeah, and so… right,” I say. “It’s like the first time we did it right.”

“Not the last time, I hope,” you say.

“No,” I say. “Definitely not.”

You spot me dancing in the club, my dress short and skimpy with my heels tall to give my short body some height. You make your way over to me, weaving in and out of the mass of bodies on the dance floor. Once you get to me you tap my arm, “Want to dance?” You yell over the music. I look you up and down before nodding my head approvingly. I turn around and start to grind on you to the rhythm of the music. We dance for a few songs before I stop, “I need a drink,” I yell. “What do you want?” You ask taking my hand and leading me through the crowd to the bar. “A Porn Star,” I say provocatively. You raise your eyebrows but get the bartenders attention and relay my order to him along with 2 shots and a beer for yourself. As he makes the drinks you turn to me, “So sexy, what’s your name?” You ask me. “Sara, and yours?” I reply. “Daniel,” you answer as the shots come. We cheers and I tap mine on the bar before throwing it back. I put the shot glass down and look at you, licking my lips. Our drinks come and we chat while we drink them. I finish mine and fish a cherry out of the cup and pop it in my mouth, “So do you want to get out of here?” You nod and then follow me out of the club. “I live just down the road if you want to go there,” you say. “Perfect lead the way,” I say linking my arm through yours.

We get to your apartment building and head to the elevator. Once the doors close I push you against the wall and kiss you deeply. We make out until the elevator dings. You grab my ass and lift me up, I wrap my legs around you as we walk down the hallway to your door. You press me up against the wall beside your door while I kiss your neck and you fumble in your pocket for your keys. You find them and struggle for a moment to get the key in the hole. Once you do you swing open the door and carry me inside as I start to kiss your jaw. You kick the door shut behind us and head to your bedroom tossing me on the bed and climb on top of me and start kissing me again. I pull on the hem off your shirt. You take the hint and break off the kiss to pull off your shirt before resuming our kiss. You rub your hand up my thigh and groan when you realize I’m not wearing panties. You grab my hips and flip around so I’m straddling you, my breasts pressed against your chest as we keep kissing. You push my dress up and grab my ass for a moment before pulling it up and over my head. I sit up straight on top of you, completely naked now, my breasts large and perky and my pussy waxed clean. I grin and move off of you and start to undo your belt buckle and pants. You raise your hips and I yank them off and then grab you, admiring your cock before leaning down and locking the length of it. I put my mouth on the tip and swirling my tongue around for a moment before deep throating you. You grunt in surprise and then I start to move my mouth up and down. I continue for awhile and stop suddenly. I straddle you and grab you, rubbing you along my pussy. I put your tip at my entrance, pausing before easing myself down on you slowly. I take all of you in, sit there for a moment before starting to ride you roughly. I start to moan as you thrust your hips up in rhythm with me. You hands wonder all over my body, over my flat stomach, my bouncing breasts and my tight ass. You grunt before grabbing me again, flipping us without slipping out of me. I gasp in surprise, you start pounding my pussy at a fast pace and I arch my back as I cry out. You keep the pace up and I grab your arms, my nails digging into you as I hold on. “I’m gonna cum,” I moan loudly and I start to cum around you as I scream. You don’t stop though, you keep going and I keep cumming around you. You can’t take it and grunt as you pump me full of your seed. “Oh my god you didn’t just do that,” I gasp before pushing off of me. I jump off the bed and feel cum running down my leg. “I didn’t mean to, it just happened.” You explain as I pull on my dress.“ I can’t believe you did that,” I yell before storming out of the room. You never got my number or my last name.