#ovulate

I need a break from work, and for some reason having an erection seems like a good idea. Did an elaborate specific fantasy suddenly jump into my head? No, I’m just thinking: I like it when my dick is hard. Things are simple and easy.

And now I’m aware of my balls, how full and heavy they feel, and I realize there is a good reason for that; I haven’t cum for a few days and I have a big load stored up. Am I thinking about how it would feel if I shot that load? No, not yet. I just enjoy knowing the load is there, that I have been making it for days, carrying it around with me. Though it’s all I know, I do like being a member of the sex which makes sperm.

My cock is already a little thicker than normal; I can feel it against my underwear. It’s been listening to me think, but I haven’t yet given in completely to enjoying myself. I reach down and begin to stroke myself through my jeans. Yeah, this is a good idea. Let’s do this.

I get up and walk over to the computer and log in to the Tumblr account I use to follow porn. My dashboard does not disappoint. I scroll past image after image of cocks, pussies, cocks in pussies, and my favorite, pussies full of cum.

My own cock is swelling and definitely needs release from its denim prison. I unbutton my jeans and slip a hand under the waistband of my boxers to grasp my shaft. My hand feels cold for a few moments, but somehow that doesn’t seem like a bad thing. It just makes my cock feel hot, and a hot cock feels ready. With my other hand, I open my jeans and push down my boxers far enough to expose my balls, and now I hold my stiffening cock out from my body and stroke it slowly.

Quickly, now, I am rock hard and straining and already starting to leak pre-cum, nature’s second-best lube, and I smear it up and down my shaft. Yeah, I was right. This much pre-cum this soon tells me I have a huge load ready to shoot, and I can feel the size of my load in my balls, too. When I cum, there will be ten or twelve spurts, long and strong.

Yeah, I am thinking about cumming now. How could I not? I’m in no rush, but let’s face it: I’m a guy and I like to shoot my cum. And yeah, now I have something specific in mind, the one place I want to shoot: deep inside your pussy. One hand still on my cock and the other gently pulling and cupping my balls, I close my eyes and imagine…

I’m driving myself deep inside you, balls deep, cockhead right up against your cervix. You and I both know that every time we fuck I do my best to get you pregnant. The only difference today is that I know you’re ovulating and you’re whispering in my ear: “Do it… Cum in me… I want your baby… Make me pregnant…” I press my cock deep in you, grinding against you, and suddenly I’m cumming, shooting my sperm in their millions right where they belong. Each exquisite spasm seems endless as I spurt every drop of warm, sperm-rich semen I have into you, filling you to overflowing…

We’re well-fed and fresh out of the shower on a Friday night after a long work week, warm and clean and content on our living room couch. We’re both wearing pajama pants, but I haven’t bothered with the shirt and you haven’t buttoned yours, which I suppose I should have realized meant something interesting might happen tonight.

We didn’t expect this when we chose it, but this evening’s movie has a very hot sex scene, and, at its climax, I feel your hand press lightly against my belly a moment and then slide slowly down until your fingertips slip under the elastic waistband of my PJs. I turn my head slightly, surprised, wondering what kind of look might be on your face, and I find your eyes locked on the screen, lips slightly parted.

Your thumb and forefinger encircle the base of my cock and slide upward, dragging it up until we make a tent in the lightweight cloth and there’s room for all your fingers to close around my stiffening shaft. By the time the scene ends, your stroking grasp has made me rock-hard, and I push my pajama pants down around my ankles and spread my knees to give you better access. You seem content to slowly stroke my erection as the movie continues, keeping me stiff and distracted, and you don’t look away from the screen or say a word.

I’ve never been one to keep my hands to myself, and before long I’m eager to learn how wet your pussy is, so I slowly slip my hand underneath the waistband of your pajama pants. You part your knees as my fingertips pass over your curls, and my middle finger begins to… Oh, my. I find your inner labia already parted, engorged, and slick, and my finger slips between them and is quickly coated in your juices. Your breath catches in your throat as I smear your sticky girl-cum up and around the hood of your clit.

I grab the remote and press the pause button and we continue to stroke each other toward bliss a few moments, listening to each other breathe but still not speaking. I notice my pre-cum has begun to flow and you’re using it to lube the head of my cock. Finally, I turn my face to you and say, softly: “Hey, you… Did you see something you liked?”

“Sort of,” you say, turning your face to mine. “I just… In the movies, they never fumble around with condoms… nobody talks about birth control… they never talk about what time of the month it is…”

“Shhhh,” I say, shifting down off the couch, onto my knees, and over between your knees to face you. I gently but firmly pull your pajama bottoms down over your hips and onto the floor. Then I lean over you and we kiss, open-mouthed, our tongues dancing. I brush aside your pajama top and caress your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples. My balls feel full and heavy hanging beneath my rigid cock, which I imagine pointed almost exactly where I want it.

I break our kiss, slide my hands beneath your ass, lift up a little, and bring you toward me so you’re leaning back, just barely sitting on the edge. You ask “What are we…”

“Shhhh,” I say again, and you do. We lock eyes as I reach down and press my bare, oozing cockhead between your slick, warm pussy lips, right at your entrance.

“Are we…?” And this time I just let you trail off; you already know my answer, and anyway I intend to show rather than tell. Your sweet pussy is a couple inches higher now than the base of my cock, so, as I slowly enter you with short strokes, every one of them presses your g-spot. “Oh, God,” you say, “We are…” And then I’m in you, balls-deep, and I lean down again to kiss you, grinding against you, pressing both your g-spot and clit, already leaking pre-cum into your unprotected pussy.

I know a big part of why you got horny tonight is that you’re right in the middle of your cycle — in fact, you’re probably ovulating right now. I don’t quite know what to do with that information, but I do know I would love to shoot my cum in you and I do know you want this uncomplicated.

I rise up from our kiss and place my hands on your shoulders, lightly pressing you against the couch, and back my hips away from you, withdrawing my cock almost all the way. I feel your pussy clutching at me wetly, and your juices cool a moment on me before I slowly but firmly plunge back into you in one long stroke. “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan, “God, I love your cock…”

I withdraw and thrust back into you again, and soon enough we’re fucking hard, a few quick, urgent thrusts alternating with a few deliciously slow ones. I feel you pushing back against me, finding a few millimeters more depth each time. Almost as much as I love your sighs and moans, I love the wet noises my cock makes driving into your pussy again and again.

As I feel my climax build behind the base of my cock, a small voice in the back of my head asks whether you’ll put a stop to this before it’s too late. I decide to give you a chance, just in case. “Baby… Baby.. I’m gonna cum…”

“Mmmmm, yeah,” is all you say, not enough to make me sure.

“Baby, I’m gonna… cum inside you…”

“Oh, God,” you say. Now you heard me. “Oh, God… Do it. You’re gonna make me cum… Do it. Cum in me…”

Your words push me past the point of no return, and I throw myself into you deeply as my cock and balls begin to spasm together. I feel spurt after strong spurt of my sperm-rich semen travel the length of my rigid shaft, and I know my seed must be spattering against your unguarded cervix. Millions of my strong swimmers fill your pussy as you begin to clench my still-pulsing cock in the throes of your own orgasm. It seems only right for me to hold you in my arms and consciously squeeze every remaining drop of my cum into you as your climax subsides.

When you regain the power of speech, you have a question for me. “Did we just… What did we just do?”

“Well, I believe the common name for it is ‘fucking’.”

“No, I mean did we… Did you just… You know how risky this is, right?”

I think about my still-hard cock buried inside you and soaking in our combined juices. It seems perfect, the reason for the rest of our lives. “I wanted to give you what you wanted. No. I needed to give you what you needed… Whatever. I love you.”

“Oh, honey, really? Because… God, I needed your cum in me. Feels so right…”

“Well, there’s a very good reason for that.”

“Yeah, and we may be meeting that reason in a few months.”

“Is it worth it?”

“Totally.”

I would be either a hopeless romantic or a creepy obsessive, depending on how you look at it, if I knew exactly where you were in your menstrual cycle at any given moment.

But I do have a vague sense of when your period starts and ends because you’re a lot less interested in sex. You once told me, “Trust me, you don’t want me right now.” I don’t? I ask if you think I’ll be disgusted, because I won’t. “No, it’s not that,” you sigh. “It’s just not the same when it’s obvious I’m not…” You trail off because we both know what you mean.

If someone were to ask me at other times where in your cycle you were, I might be able think back over the last few days or weeks and make a guess based on memory, though that’s hardly an exact measure. But you know what? Sometimes my body knows.

Sometimes when I pick you up for dinner and lean over to kiss you hello, just a quick peck, I come away with a hint of your scent, and by the time I’ve asked how your day went and turned back to the wheel, my cock is already stirring in my pants. “God, you smell good,” I say, and you know exactly what I mean.

“There’s a reason for that,” you say. But then we let the topic drop because we’re both ravenous in the literal sense and we’re both grown-ups and it can wait.

One evening, you called to let me know you’d arrived home safe from an overnight business trip, and I realized after just a few seconds of completely unsexy talk that my cock was rapidly stiffening, my balls felt full and heavy, and, amazingly, I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak from my cockhead and soak into my underwear. I interrupted you: “You’re right in the middle of your cycle, aren’t you?”

There was a lengthy pause and I wondered if I’d annoyed you. But instead you said “Let me get in the shower and wash the airport off. And I’ll be out by the time you get here.”

So yeah, my body knows even when my mind does not, but my favorite way my body tells me you’re close to ovulating isn’t an early warning and sure as hell isn’t subtle.

We lie in your bed, side-by-side, kissing and stroking each other, and yes, you were already drenched when my fingers first parted your swollen pussy lips, but my body has a strong message for us as well. “You’re leaking,” you say through a smile, and that is the understatement of the day, because I am oozing pre-cum freely and you are smearing it up and down my shaft, using it as lube.

“There’s a reason for that,” I say, knowing we won’t let it go this time.

“And what might that be?” you ask.

“I have a huge load for you,” I say. “I can feel it.” And I can.

“Really? And whatever will you do with it?”

As I roll over on top of you, you release your grip on my cock and spread your legs just enough that my cockhead leaves a trail of my pre-cum across your thigh. We kiss a few moments, our tongues tangled, and then I rock back on my knees, spreading your legs further, and I slip my knees under your thighs and and begin teasing your clit with my cockhead.

“I’m going to slide my cock all the way inside you…” I’m circling your entrance, smearing my pre-cum into your swollen folds, and I see your eyes widen. “Deep as I can…” I slide my cock into you in little strokes, each one forcing a little gasp from you, and slowly I stretch you open until my balls rest against you. “And then I’m going to… shoot all my cum… all over your cervix.”

I start to grind against you now, searching for the deepest angle, pressing against your clit, my cockhead meeting the slightest resistance, and I know I am as deep as I can go. Your breathing is ragged. “Oh, god,” you say, “you’re going to…”

“I’m going to what?” I ask as I begin a long, slow, upstroke, nearly withdrawing from you, and I feel your pussy clasp my cock as if trying to prevent my escape.

“You’re going to… make me pregnant.”

“Yes,” I say, slowly but firmly driving back into you all the way, then withdrawing a little faster and plunging back in a little faster still. You cross your legs behind my back, making it clear you want me exactly where I am, and I fuck you in a steady rhythm, less frantic than deliberate. I feel you squeeze my cock as if you need me to lose control even sooner than I will, but for now it seems I can last long enough to satisfy us both.

“Oh, honey,” you say in a husky voice, “I need it… I want it… I want your… cum inside me. Shoot it…”

Just a few little words from you and suddenly I feel the pressure behind the base of my cock building quickly. “Gonna shoot it… all in you…” And now my thrusts do verge on frantic. It won’t be long now.

“Cum in me,” you say, “Make me cum… Make me pregnant…” And that’s all I can take.

My cock swells and stiffens impossibly as I throw myself deep inside you. The first spasm seizes my balls and and I feel sperm-rich semen surge the length of my cock and spurt into your fertile pussy. And this is my favorite way to know you’re ovulating: Not six, not eight, not ten, but at least a dozen strong jets of my cum paint the back of your pussy, filling you to overflowing. I don’t cum this much for myself and I don’t cum this much for you — unless it’s this time of the month.

And I know I could not have done my job better as I return to earth and realize your sweet pussy convulses with your own orgasm around my still rock-hard cock, and I imagine your cervix bathed in my warm seed, and I smile, proud and content that you wanted exactly this – and just as much as I did.

Of course you’re right to be careful not to get pregnant until you’re in a committed relationship. But that doesn’t stop the cravings, does it? Especially when you’re ovulating. You’re not just horny and you don’t just want to fuck. You want to know that millions of sperm are beginning their search for your egg as you feel a thick, hard cock shoot a big, warm load of cum deep inside you. You want it even though you know it wouldn’t be smart.

I have thoughts like yours. I love knowing you are not on any birth control and I love knowing that you are right in the middle of your cycle. I love knowing when you cup my heavy balls and smear the pre-cum that leaks from my cockhead that you can’t help but think about the week’s worth of sperm I made just for you. I love slipping my hand between your legs and finding your pussy soaking wet already. I love parting your lips and circling your clit with my middle and index fingers until you cum hard so your pussy is ready to take the full length of my rigid cock. I love slipping my cockhead past your entrance and gliding my entire shaft into you until I’m balls-deep. I love fucking you slowly at first but gradually faster, bottoming out every time. I love hooking my elbows under your knees, lifting and opening you to even deeper thrusts. I love spurting strong jets of my sperm-rich semen against your convulsing cervix as we climax together and I fill your pussy to overflowing. And finally I love holding you in that position to give my boys the best chance to do the job for which I made them. 

So we think alike, and the question is: What are we going to do about it?

One of the many things I love about you is your matter-of-fact confidence. You text just as I get home from work. “Hey… been horny all day… can I come over so we can we fuck?”

“Of course,” I text back. Because I’m not dead.

Fifteen minutes later, I’ve brushed my teeth and probably spent ten minutes, on and off, stroking my cock through my jeans, thinking about you and enjoying the fact that I can already feel pre-cum welling. At your knock, I open my apartment door. “Hey,” you say again, smiling and stepping in.

“Hey,” I say, letting the door swing closed as you cross the room and plop yourself down on the couch. With a mischievous look on your face, you watch me follow you there and sit beside you.

“I don’t know what it is, but I woke up horny this morning and it just won’t go away.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask as if you just announced you’d found a hundred dollar bill on the street.

“Well, actually, I do know what it is,” you say, grinning. “Ovulating any time now.”

“Hmmmmmm,” I hum, leaning in for a first kiss. You place my hand on your breast and I can feel your nipple already firming beneath my fingers. “Then I bet,” I say, “your pussy is already pretty wet.” I cup your breast and slowly thumb your nipple, feeling my cock stir in my pants.

“Oh, God yes. I’ve been slippery down there all day.” I kiss you again, our lips part, and the tips of our tongues meet. I lift my hand from your breast and sense you spread your knees ever-so-slightly in anticipation. My fingers trace up your inner thigh, pushing up your light, nearly sheer summer skirt. You moan into my mouth softly and spread your knees further as my fingers near your panties. My middle fingertip lightly caresses your vulva through the simple cotton, and sure enough the fabric is moist. My cock responds, beginning to stiffen in my pants.

“Let’s…” I raise my eyebrows and jerk my head toward the bedroom door. This is our code for “Let’s go to the bedroom, strip, push back the sheets, and…” Yeah. Soon enough, we’re lying beside each other, stark naked and kissing again, hands roaming each others’ bodies. My fingers part your slick pussy lips as your fingers close around my semi-erect cock.

I break our kiss and gulp air as you gently stroke my dick to full attention. I slip my middle finger between your swollen labia, coat it with your juices, and drag it up and over your clit, circling there. Even when it’s not your most fertile time, you’re not one for extended foreplay. “Baby,” you say. “I need you to fuck me.”

“I think…” I manage to gasp, “we probably… need a condom?”

“Oh…” you sigh, voice heavy with disappointment, as if this hadn’t occurred to you. “Do we have to?”

“Well, yeah, unless you want to get pregnant.”

“Mmmmmmm,” you purr as we stroke each other, our desires growing. Any second now, we’ll pause so I can reach over and… Oh. Damn.

“Except… I don’t think I actually have any.” I’ve been meaning to get over to the pharmacy, but… yeah. Damn.

“It’s OK,” you say. “Maybe you could just…”

“What, just the tip?” I laugh. “Who actually does that?” I pull my hand slowly away from your pussy and watch your sticky juices stretch to keep us connected and form a web between my fingers.

“No, I mean… could you… pull out?”

I think about the pre-cum already oozing from the tip of my cock. “Still kinda risky, babe.”

“I know, but… I’ve been thinking about your cock in me all day.”

Funny how a few words from you make my heart swell with pride and lust, and I’m sure you must have felt my cock twitch in your hand. “So… sounds like you think it’s worth the risk.”

“Yeah,” you say. “Please…”

Despite my words, I’m not doing my most responsible thinking right now, and I don’t take much convincing. I roll you onto your back, you spread your legs and raise your knees, and I nestle my cockshaft between your drenched folds. I arch my back so we can kiss as I slide the underside of my cock back and forth over your clit. You reach between us and press me against you as I lengthen my strokes, and soon my cockhead slips down to your sodden entrance.

I notice your heels behind my ass, gently nudging, and you break our kiss to whisper “In… In, in, in…” Almost involuntarily, I let my hips fall gradually forward until my cockhead pops inside you. Both our eyes go wide and we moan together at each of my short pushes into you until I bottom out, my full balls resting against your ass. We kiss again, tongues dancing as I grind the base of my cock against your clit.

I can’t help but picture the head of my cock deep inside you as I feel myself steadily ooze precum. I know right now your cervix is open to my sperm and your egg awaits them, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t make me want you even more. “Baby,” I say, “I don’t know…”

“What?” you ask softly.

"I don’t know if I can pull out.”

You giggle. “You mean you don’t want to pull out.” You know me too well.

“Yeah,” I say, and then, because the thought feels crazy-good, “I wanna cum inside you.”

“Yeah,” you sigh wistfully. We kiss again, lips open and tongues teasing, and soon grinding gives way to slow, firm, deep thrusts. I lift myself above you to gaze down into your eyes as we fuck. “God,” you say. “I wish… you could just… do it…”

“I’d get you pregnant.”

You sigh. “I know, but… can’t help it…”

I’ve been lengthening my thrusts and enjoying the faint squelches they make between us. I feel your inner lips cling to my shaft each time I withdraw, your juices cooling on me for just a moment before I plunge back inside. Pressure begins to build behind the base of my cock, emboldening me.

“I meant,” I start, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I want to get you pregnant.”

I feel a shudder travel the length of your body. “Oh, god,” you murmur. I lift myself again to see the look on your face: wonder and exhilaration. “Please… say it again,” you plead.

I look into your eyes and smile open-mouthed, breathing harder now as I thrust the full length of my rigid prick into your engorged, clutching cunt again and again. “I want… to get you… pregnant.” Speaking the truth feels great, though it will soon be time to…

“Oh, god, baby,” you say, “Do it… Please… Shoot your cum in me… Make me pregnant…”

I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline, and all thoughts but one leave my head. My toes find the foot of the bed and I push from there, driving deeper inside you, my heavy balls slapping your ass. The pressure behind the base of my cock quickly builds, and soon enough I tumble over the edge. My cock and balls pulse in unison as sperm-rich semen surges from within me. I pump long, strong spurts of creamy, sticky seed deep inside your fertile pussy, spattering against your cervix, clinging and pooling there, filling you to overflowing.

Your breath catches in your throat once, then twice as I feel your pussy begin to clutch my cock gently, and then you moan throatily as the stronger waves of your climax overtake you, nearly pushing me out. As your orgasm peaks and subsides, I stay deep and hold you close.

Moments later, you chuckle. “What got into us?”

“You mean what got into you?”

You flick my arm playfully. “I see what you did there.” You roll your eyes.

I laugh. “Yeah. And it felt… It feels…” Instinctually but very deliberately, I squeeze the last few dollops of my cum into you where they belong. “…soooo good.”

“Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” you say, feeling my cock, still rock-hard, twitch inside you. “Don’t see how I could ever give this up.”

“Me either.”

“Yeah?”

“So let’s…”

“…not.”

“Yeah.”

makemeyourbabygirlplease:

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.

ssecretslut:

I’m so horny tonight, you can tell I’m ovulating!

why else would I be awake playing with my pussy at 1am?

cjroxanne:

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.

unfollovving:

A student in my class randomly started crying and laughing at the same time and when I asked what was wrong all she said was “ovulation” & smiled/cried even more