#inseminate me
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.”
No wondering I’m so fucking horny, first day of ovulation. Wish I had a thick cock blowing load after load into my cunt for the next few days and make sure I got knocked up.
There is nothing that compares to the urge of wanting to breed when you’re ovulating. Every single thing forces your focus on needing a cock inside you. It’s hard to concentrate. Cum is the only thing that will satisfy your cravings. The desperation becomes real. I need it. I want it. Someone shove your cock into my cervix and fix me.
