Double Date Sequel Ch. 02

Stacy loved finding semi-discrete ways in public or private to get her scent close enough for me to notice it, and react to it. We both quickly noticed that on the three days during her ovulation, while her juices were clear and stringy, Stacy's raging pheromones and my reaction to them, made the temptation to put my bare cock inside her fertile unprotected pussy, and her desire for me to do exactly that, almost impossible to control.

I remember the first time I slipped up and got caught up in the moment, while Stacy was whispering some sexy story about her getting close to ovulation, and how exciting and risky it would be if I didn't pull out tonight. It had been a couple of days since we had time to play and she had me close to the edge several times, licking my ear, whispering hot erotic chatter about how it would feel so good to feel me swelling and throbbing deep inside her.

Her legs wrapped around my thighs, lifting her hips up to meet each and every deep thrust I made, pulling us together and grinding against the tip when I would press against the opening to her womb. I knew I was getting close to the point of no return and started preparing to pull out when Stacy distracted and enticed me into an unscheduled ejaculation, when she shared a passing thought and whispered.

"This is what it will feel like, when we do it for real, when you fuck my tight wet fertile pussy, your big hard cock pressing against the opening to my cervix, right after I feel the pinch defining the moment of ovulation, you lining up the tip of your erection just as you feel yourself getting close, with no intention of pulling out, and every intention of finally filling me with every potent blast of your thick seed, deep and point blank, every explosive drop delivered, directly at ground zero, maximum risk and excitement."

Her story was so good I went off before I knew what was happening and was brought back to reality when I heard Stacy shriek and giggle quickly as I recovered and pulled out in the middle of the second blast.

Stacy playfully scolded me for nutting in her, just enough to unintentionally knock her up. Reminding me that neither one of us would be happy if she got pregnant like that, all the stress and wondering instead of passion filled excitement.

She seduced me into making the best of our accident by rationalizing that if it was going to happen, the damage was already done, and a little more role playing and a few more deep DNA deposits would have very little influence on the outcome.

We could be dangerous and risky without worrying, because the risk had already been taken and now the only thing left to experience was the fun and excitement of unhindered role play and hard bare cock deep inside tight unprotected fertile pussy, coming together in mutual orgasm.

We had an amazing weekend role playing that we were really ready to start trying to get her pregnant. We had some of the best sex of our relationship that weekend. I filled her three more times before we went to sleep that night, with my cock balls deep inside her, keeping the sperm from leaking out as we slept.

Stacy woke me up in the middle of the night, milking my swelling shaft as she pushed back against me to get the depth we both craved. It only took a few perfectly timed thrusts combined with Stacy's milking to transfer another potent load from bag to box, both of us falling asleep as our breathing slowed and synched up.

We were insatiable for the next five days and nights, mixing up a fresh batch of baby gravy, deep inside Stacy's pink cave of wonders, every chance we got. I think we were both surprised and a mix of relieved and disappointed when her monthly visitor showed up on time. I made a vow to be more careful and Stacy made a vow to make it more seductive and risky.

A couple weeks after Stacy announced that she would no longer be wearing panties, I happened to find her when I got home from work lounging on our bed, prone, in a short thin sundress, with her upper body propped up on her elbows, casually reading one of my Penthouse Letters magazines. Her back was to the door when I walked in, giving me a great view from her sexy bare feet, all the way up to the bottom of her silky little dress.

When I said hello she turned, looking over her shoulder at me with a sexy smile. I was quickly distracted by the way her sundress highlighted the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra and the dress couldn't hide her erect nipples, or her amazing cleavage. She let out a giggle and tilted her hips, which caused the bottom of her dress to pull up her thigh enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse of bare pussy.

Stacy bent her knees, lifting her feet as she asked me to massage her tired feet while she finished reading the sexy story. As she waved her feet side to side, her knees parted slightly and the hem of her dress slid upward, exposing her beautiful pussy and firm ass cheeks.

As I massaged her feet she let out several sexy little moans while she continued reading. I got out the massage oil and started working on her feet and ankles before moving on to her lower legs. When I got to her knees, I noticed Stacy had slipped her free hand under her hips to get her fingers in position to rub her clit and dip into her wet pussy.

The story must have been a good one because the first time she dipped two fingers up to the second knuckle and pulled them back out they were drenched in clear stringy juices, shiny and slippery. I asked her to tell me what the story was about. Her response and the tone of voice that she used had me the rest of the way hard in a matter of seconds, as she shared the plot in her sexy bedroom voice.

"It's about a woman who shares her secret role play fantasy rape scenario with her boyfriend. They both get turned on talking about doing it, when she confesses that in the fantasy she happens to be ovulating and unprotected when the unseen mystery rapist, slides into her wet pussy, cock bare and hard, as she begs him not to cum inside her."

"They agreed to play it out in the near future. A few weeks later the boyfriend tells her he has to go out of town overnight for business. She thinks back to the fantasy shared with her boyfriend, realizing she is due to ovulate sometime between today and tomorrow. The twist to the story is while she is dressed just like I am now, wet fertile, unprotected and ovulating, with no panties, waiting for her boyfriend to fulfill her fantasy, the male friend they had invited to stay over for the weekend, and forgotten about in their excitement to role play, shows up and finds her waiting on the bed."

As I start massaging further up her sexy legs, Stacy paused the story to let me know that my pants were rubbing against her and it was distracting, asking me if I would take them off so we could be more comfortable. I figured since we were playing with massage oil it would be a good idea to just get naked and comfortable, before resuming the massage, as she continued telling me about the story.

"She's so wet and excited, anticipating her "rape fantasy" that she doesn't make a sound when she hears footsteps coming down the hall, towards the bedroom. She is trembling with excitement as she hears the sound of the footsteps stop at the doorway. She hears a soft groan and a deep breath before she hears the floor creek as the footsteps came closer."

I'm worked my way up her legs as she continued on with the story, finally getting to her upper thighs right as she got to a juicy part of the story. When I start massaging the little triangle shaped areas at the very top of her inner thighs, right next to her juicy peach, she paused her story moaning, tilting her hips to give me better access, before she resumed.

"The woman in the story gets deep into her fantasy, trusting in whatever her husband might do to make the fantasy as realistic as possible for both of them. She gets into the role play, believing the fantasy attacker is her husband as she is fucked prone on the bed, her face pressed into the pillows obscuring her view of the attacker, letting her imagination create an image of what he might look like."

I continued massaging her inner thighs and her amazing ass, staying close to her puffy mound, teasing her with light brushes against her lady lips with the back of my hand. When my hand touched her wet fingers, she moved her hand up to her lips, paused her story and sucked her fingers clean before moving them down to pinch her hard tender nipples.

As I palmed the bottom of Stacy's firm ass cheeks while I ran both thumb tips up and slowly back down her slippery labia, she raised and tilted her hips to press against my searching digits. I started using one thumb to circle her clit as I pushed the other one deep inside her tight pussy.

The closer I pushed her towards orgasm the higher she lifted her hips, until she was fully ass up, face down, giving me a graphic view of her orgasm when she started bucking and jerking. I felt her inner muscles clamp down on my thumb as she trembled in orgasm, moaning and twitching as I continued stimulating her slippery pink flower.

As Stacy was coming down from her climax I noticed her pink lips quiver as a thick clear strand of girl goo slowly seeped from her tight wet opening, hanging down at least four inches, dangling with risky implications of implied fertility. Stacy continued turning us both on with her sexy story as she read.

"The woman in the story had no idea it wasn't her boyfriend playing the role of her "rapist" until she felt him push deep inside her, letting loose a huge load right as she reached orgasm, clamping down on his thick throbbing cock, cumming together with an intensity that she had not felt before. When he moaned, falling forward as he ejaculated deeper than ever before, placing his hand beside her head for balance, she noticed he was a deep golden mocha color, unlike her boyfriend."

"The woman and the weekend guest were just putting the awkwardness of the situation behind them when the boyfriend came home dressed as a burglar/rapist, prompting another round of explanations. When the explanations and apologies had been exhausted the woman noticed her boyfriend was hard and he explained that he had never wanted to cum deep inside her as much as he wanted to right now."

I remember Stacy reading something in the story about the boyfriend fucking the woman and cumming in her several times to try to increase the odds of the baby being his if she did end up pregnant, since the story takes place before the morning after pill. Then in the middle of the night she takes another load deep without knowing if it was the boyfriend or the guest.

I don't remember the rest of the story but I sure remember how turned on Stacy got from reading it, as I thumbed her to several orgasms. I lost interest in the story when she came again drenching my thumbs in slippery goo, as she raised her hips as high as possible and I noticed her clear stringy juices stretching from her labia to her inner thigh.

Stacy and her stealthy seduction helped guide me down the slippery path to Riskyville, one erotic miss step after another. Her first step was asking me to rub her back and shoulders after she had posed, ass up high with her head down on the pillow, turned to the side so she could make eye contact, watching my reaction to her seduction.

When I leaned forward to slide my hands up her back, I smelled her pheromone laced essence rising from her blossoming flower stimulating my senses, making my cock swell with desire infused instinct. When I got to her shoulders as I continued the massage, Stacy paused the story to moan when she felt my hardness pressing against her firm ass, before she whispered.

"Will you lick my pussy and make me cum while I read the rest of the story baby? Please?"

She knew what her next step would do to me when I tasted her fertile flavor. She paid close attention each month to my reaction when her pheromone laced essence would peak with her ovulation, as the frequency and rigidness of my erections as well as the volume of my load dramatically increased, along with my desire to feel the head of my cock balls deep inside her tight wet hot throbbing pussy, pressing against the welcoming soft pink pillow, at the entrance to her fertile womb.

I slid my hands from her shoulders slowly down her back until I reached her hips, earning a soft moan of approval from Stacy. She tilted her hips as I moved my face closer to her beautiful box, inhaling deeply as I dosed up on her fertile pheromones, my shaft getting harder, head swelling and drooling precum, before my tongue even touched her juicy peach.

I gave her one long slow swipe of my tongue from her swollen clit, savoring the patient journey through her buttery smooth labia, all the way to her tight little hole. The sound she made when I rolled my tongue and slowly sunk it into her tight pink tunnel was music to my ears and Mother Nature's dose of Viagra to my cock.

I alternated between covering her whole vulva with my mouth as I tongued her clit, to fucking her tight little hole with my tongue as she squirmed and tried to keep reading her story. She came three more times before she finished the story, leaving us both breathing hard and wanting more.

I pulled back to admire her blossoming flower, when an uncontrollable urge to slip my thumb deep into her slippery pussy and see what it looked like inside, dominated my thoughts. I slid my left thumb deep at about the 10 o'clock position, curved my thumb and pulled up and out, opening her up enough to see deep inside.

It was my first time seeing the place where magical things happen and it was amazing. It didn't take a medical degree to figure out that the round pink button with the open hole in the middle, near the back of her vaginal paradise with the clear slippery fluid seeping out, was the door to parenthood. As the blood flowed quickly from the big head to the throbbing mushroom head, common sense and good judgement were converted to playful lust and curious desire.

This was much worse that the little red stop button, below where the handrail on the escalator disappears back into the machine, tormenting me when I was 8 years old, calling out to me to take the risk and press the button to "see" what would happen, when the escalator stopped with all the people on it.

I never thought I would find something that compelled me to "touch it" more than that dammed red escalator stop button, but Stacy's little pink "push me pregnant" button was screaming at me to take the risk and press it, and I was quickly losing the willpower to resist.

I must have been staring with my mouth hanging open for a little too long when I heard her giggle. I lifted my gaze from her fertile playground, locking eyes. She gave me the sexiest smile I have ever seen, before she whispered in her sexy bedroom voice.

"I've never seen your cock leak this much. You must really like what you see. It must be really hard wanting to touch it so badly, but knowing there is only one way you're going to feel my magical pink button, and it's not going to happen with your finger or your tongue."

"I wonder if it will feel better when I tilt my hips down so my cervix sits low and kisses the bottom of your thick head as you slide back and forth. Or if it will feel better tiling my hips up, so my cervix lines up with the hole on the tip of your cock. Thinking about being pole to hole, with you pressing hard against my happy place, throbbing and filling me up, makes me happy..., and so wet."

"I know you're not ready to get me pregnant, but I would love to feel you inside me.... if you're up for a little risky fun."

She knew this was my favorite position due to the amazing view and the smell of her aroused pussy wafting up in warm waves, like a pheromone laced aphrodisiac, allowing me to breathe her in deeply. Fueling my desire to give in to nature's instinct to pollinate her fertile flower.

I held her pussy open wide with my thumb as I grabbed my cock with the other hand, sliding it up Stacy's inner thigh, gathering her slippery nectar on my shaft as I brought it closer to her ripe juicy peach.

I polished my hardwood until it had a nice thick glossy coating, moving closer until the head was just inches above Stacy's seductive sleeve, as I watched a huge glob of clear precum ooze from the head, slowly stretching down until it touched her swollen clit.

I leaned into her, receiving the most wonderful lusty moan as the head of my cock touched her slippery lips. I mingled our juices together, painting her labia before slotting the head in her little hole, my thumb holding her open.

I paused as soon as the head slipped in, the reality of the situation creating deep conflict, knowing I had just confirmed through smell, taste, texture, visual confirmation and of course the always prominent calendar, that Stacy was very much at peak fertility, dead nuts in the middle of ovulation. We had live rounds on set, Alec's finger on the trigger, and we were primed for a negligent discharge.

I just couldn't resist the temptation, so I slid my hands up her sides, tickling her on the way until I got to her arms. I slid my hands around her sides, tracing the outer edges of her amazingly firm breasts before cupping them both as I heard her softly moan. I caressed her mounds for a moment before I grasped her nipples and gently applied pressure, lightly pinching them, alternating from one to the other.

Stacy groaned out loud from the stimulation, and then began shaking in orgasm, her whole body quivering and jerking as her orgasm shook her to the core. I could feel the tight opening to her vagina milking the head of my erection, causing my shaft to buck and release another dose of thick slippery precum, before she pushed back into me, taking another two inches of hard cock, into her hot slippery grip.

I pinched her nipples harder earning another sexy erotic groan from Stacy as she started a new stronger orgasm before she recovered from the last one. When she tightened around my shaft and started convulsing, it felt like I was being swallowed a little deeper with each spasm of her fertile flower.

By the time her orgasm started tapering off, she had all but the last two inches of my erection buried in her hot wet trembling pussy. I slowly pulled back until the crown caught the tight spot at her vaginal opening, pausing for a moment before sliding back inside until I felt Stacy's happy place gently kiss the tip. I held it deep as Stacy started to slow her breathing, before she whispered.

"You know we have an egg in play,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and yet here we are, big hard cock, bare and unprotected, balls deep. The four day load you have saved up, sure would make a big beautiful mess all up in me, so hot, and so risky."

Stacy had spent so much time studying every sign I gave out when I got close to orgasm, sometimes knowing it was going to happen even before I did. She learned during her amazing blow jobs how to very precisely bring me right to the edge, without pushing me over.

She could easily stop me right before ejaculation but what she really enjoyed was holding me on the edge, so close that the clear precum leaking from my cock would change to thick white semen, in a slow constant stream, flowing from the tip all the way down the side of the shaft.

When the point of no return became eminent, I followed the voice of reason in my head and pulled out at the last moment, slipping my thumb inside to spread her open enough to see how much damage I had already done, as I was still pulling out.

The moment her cervix came into view, covered in a thick clear layer of girl goo, with not a trace of sperm in sight, I erupted, launching a huge stream clear over Stacy and hitting the wall above the bed. It seemed like a million things went through my head in the time between the moment the first blast stopped spraying and the next began.

Somehow while my mind was sorting everything out, my instinct recalculated, and adjusted my aim. Just in time for the second even bigger stream to launch from the tip of my throbbing erection.

The second stream was just as strong and thick as the first, and my aim was spot on. I'm not sure which one of us was more surprised by my perfect aim, but I could tell Stacy felt it forcefully impact the opening to her cervix by the way she reacted, and the sexy moan that slipped from her lips.

My conscience was screaming "DON'T DO IT" but my body and my instinct pounced on the opportunity to press forward. It was like my cock was connected to the end of the stream, pulling the head in towards Stacy's cervix, until we were pole to hole, pressed tightly together, the perfect seal for direct deposit and maximum risk.

The moment the tip of my erection touched Stacy's pink pleasure dome, she adjusted her hips slightly to achieve precise alignment, just as the third blast exploded directly into her womb. I will never forget the sexy noises she made for the remainder of my ejaculation, until the very last pulse released the final drop of thick hot semen, deep in her reproductive system during the most dangerous day of the month.

I felt Stacy milking my still hard shaft as she cried out in delight as an orgasm hit her harder than any I had felt her experience since we first started bumping baby makers. I held her fully corked as the side effects of her epic orgasm slowly diminished and her grip on my erection relaxed, I followed her down into a prone position from her face down ass up insemination pose.

When she slid forward, ending up prone and pinned to the bed beneath me as I held my erection pressing against the back of her still fluttering vagina, she whispered in the sweetest voice.

"You fucked me, bareback."

"Totally unprotected."

"Pretty sure I'm ovulating."

"You finished, in me" ( giggles)

"You didn't even try to pull out."

"Damn, you're still fucking hard." (Soft sensual moan)

"That's the biggest load you've given me."

"It feels like you corked me."

"I could ride your tongue so we can reduce the risk of getting pregnant?"

"Or you could just keep firing off rounds, point blank until we're sure."

"Oh, I felt that Chuck, you like the thought of licking me un-pregnant? Or fucking me pregnant?"

"You're still really hard." (Giggle, Giggle)

My mind was swirling with unscheduled emotions while I was trying to figure out what to do next. Stacy's commentary was keeping me rock hard and close to the edge, even after the epic ejaculation I had directly deposited into Stacy's portal to parenthood, moments ago.

I grabbed her hair, turning her head and shoulders to the side so I could get my lips on her ear, neck, and wet kissable lips. I tried to convert my rollercoaster of emotions into lust filled passion as I took out my aggressions on Stacy's trembling body, kissing her everywhere I could reach as I started grinding the head of my cock against the back of her tight pulsing pussy.

I moved my free hand under Stacy's tight body, finding her firm breast and rolling her hard nipple between my fingers as I pulled back slightly and then pushed back in, pressing hard against the pink pleasure dome with my still hard cock.

It only took a few minutes of deep dick stimulation before I felt Stacy rhythmically gripping my shaft, as her orgasm crashed down on her and she milked a second ejaculation from my throbbing erection. I pinched her nipple hard, sending her cascading into a second stronger orgasm as she felt my spewing tip searching for the docking port on her pulsating cervix.

In between the ungodly noises she was producing and the full body spasms she was experiencing, Stacy managed to control her hips enough to perfectly align my baby batter installation tool with her batter processing unit. The transfer of batter from bag to box was so precise, keeping spillage and overflow to such a minimum that even a Morton Thiokol engineer would have been inspired.

The grunts, groans and moans Stacy made as we came together made me try even harder to penetrate her as deeply as possible while my violently spewing erection kept knocking and kicking the door to her womb, as I continued loading her up with another batch of egg seeking swimmers.

As soon as my ejaculation tapered off I started giving Stacy longer strokes to keep her string of orgasms coming and to enjoy the milking sensation of her vaginal walls gripping and releasing my slippery shaft to the beat of her pulsating pink paradise, and her sexy passionate moans. It was so sexy to hear Stacy whisper in her sweet voice.

"Baby, you know creampies are like potato chips, one leads to another and then another, until the bag is empty. I think there's at least a couple left in the bag, don't you?"

Stacy didn't have to hear my answer to feel my response as I started fucking her cum filled pussy with long deep strokes. She was quickly headed towards another intense climax as my excitement followed right behind.

I got up on the balls of my feet to get better leverage so I could give Stacy the full stroke, pulling back until the ridge on the crown caught the tight muscle just inside the opening to her vagina, before pushing all the way back inside until I pressed against the business end of Stacy's family planer.

With one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, I had the perfect leverage to really kick it up a notch and bring Stacy to several quick orgasms while I worked my way back to the edge inside Stacy's amazing pussy. When she felt my shaft getting harder and the head swelling along with the changes in my breathing, she knew I was close to seeding her again.

I heard Stacy moaning and making other indescribable noises as I felt her vaginal sheath tightening around my slippery shaft. When she knew we were both close to the point of no return she whispered in the sexiest bedroom fuck me voice.

"Baby, the risk makes this so exciting."

"So fucking hot."

"Do it Chuck, in me."

"I wanna feel it."

"Get it real fucking deep."

"I love feeling you throbbing inside me."

"I love the way you drown my cervix, and then hold your cock deep like a cork, to keep it from leaking out before they find my egg."

Stacy's whispered words and the picture she was painting in my imagination triggered my third orgasm inside her, dragging her along with me. The grip and spray mating dance that was in full swing inside Stacy's fertile flower felt so amazing we both sang out, moaning together, as she lovingly milked the third load as deeply as possible.

My knees were letting me know it was time to change positions when Stacy rolled us to the side. We managed to switch from prone to spooning without losing our insemination connection, with Stacy pushing back into me to reestablish the full depth of our lust.

We were both still throbbing with an occasional pulse back and forth between us as we calmed our breathing and snuggled together with only the sound of our breathing disturbing the calm silence until Stacy whispered.

"For a guy that says he's not ready to be a Daddy, you sure seem to get excited about doing naughty risky things in my unprotected pussy, while I'm ovulating."

"I think you're fucked this time." (Giggle)

"I don't think your luck is going to keep you from being a daddy after that." (Giggle giggle)

"Three of your biggest loads back to back, point blank should be enough to catch an egg." (Deep, moan)

"You're keeping it all inside me, and you're still hard."

When Stacy felt my erection get a bit thicker and harder, from her sexy whispered words, she started pushing back into me to rub the opening to her sperm drenched cervix against the head of my cock, working herself up towards another epic orgasm.

I started short stroking Stacy's tight little pussy with my resurging erection as I reached around, cupping her amazing breasts in my hands, as I pinched her swollen nipples, earning a deep moan from Stacy. I could feel the huge triple load of sperm sloshing around the opening to her cervix as I churned my nut butter deep inside Stacy with each plunge.

I knew Stacy well enough at this point in the relationship, to know what would turn her on the most in this situation, and it aligned perfectly with my natural instinct to inseminate her deeply, again. The look on her face as I pulled her right leg up and spun us around so she was on her back and I was between her legs, in the missionary position, was adorable. She gave me a look that said she was dreaming about me finishing inside her, while we kissed and looked deep into each other's eyes.

She later said it felt like I just knew what she was thinking in that moment and before she could ask, I was switching to the position she was thinking about. I could tell that she was getting close to orgasm and I was not very far behind her.

I didn't think about it as I was doing it and don't know what made me take the last minute steps to push Stacy's legs up around her ears, folding her in half, while slipping the biggest pillow on the bed under her hips.

The connection we had in that moment of time was like we were wired together. We worked in perfect sync to get the position just right to achieve the perfect insemination. We both knew we were way beyond risky role play and this could very well be the lucky load Stacy had been waiting for.

When we sensed we were getting close to the grand finale, I felt Stacy slip her sexy legs down and wrap them around my lower back, locking us in as I wrapped my arms around her. My hands gripping both of her ass cheeks, as I found her neck with my lips and tongue, before whispering in her ear. "Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it."

Stacy's whole body was shaking and vibrating as she held off her orgasm long enough to whisper back into my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, locking us together as she whispered.

"I love you baby, Please cum in me. Put it in me deep and hold me until we fall asleep, as your potent swimmers chase down my egg and knock me up. I want you to fill the baby's room with your baby, sweetheart."

I felt Stacy lift one of her arms above her head and pull my face into her armpit with her other hand, whispering the sexy words that would trigger my fourth deep deposit inside her fertile unprotected womb.

"Take in a deep breath baby, get fucking high on my fertility, and do something about it. Do it deep Chuck, make me take it baby, put it all up in me. "

I took in a deep breath of her sexy pheromone laced essence, and let everything go. I heard her gasp when she felt the first wave of semen warming her oven. I felt her perfecting the angle and depth, achieving the perfect connection before the second wave started. I heard her gasp and moan again as she felt the warm flow enter her fast lane to motherhood, flowing directly into her womb.

The only way to even start to describe the roller coaster of emotions going on in my mind as we were locked together, holding each other externally as Stacy hugged and squeezed me internally, was that everything just felt perfect, and I was exactly where I needed to be. I felt euphoric with my only concern in the world, centered upon pressing Stacy's magical pink button.

I kept breathing in Stacy's fertile pheromones as I fed her ovulating womb all the potent sperm I had to offer, while Stacy moaned and giggled in my ear, calming me as she whispered sexy shit, until our breathing synced up and we dosed off together.

We woke from our nap still locked together internally, in need of a shower and dinner. I carried Stacy with her legs wrapped around my waist into the shower. Stacy gave me an amazing sensual kiss as she lowered her legs and stood in front of me, pausing before we both looked down to see the inevitable flood of second place swimmers, running down her legs and circling the drain, as Stacy giggled and said.

"Bye bye little man sauce soldiers, you fought gallantly, thank you for your service."

As my spent DNA slowly circled the drain before mixing with the chlorinated city water and disappearing in a choirs of sad minion noises as they flowed down the drain, one after the other. Their poor little swimming careers cut short for not making it to the egg first, and sticking the landing.

We knew it would only take one of my swimmers to refuse to "Let go of her eggo" and we wouldn't have to worry about her monthly visitor for a good nine months. We also realized it was way too late to pull out, so for the next two weeks it was. "Baby game On" We went at each other every chance we got, no holding back, no pulling out.

I woke up in the middle of the night, pitch black room, right at the moment I was passing the point of no return and seconds from painting the ceiling. I felt Stacy's lips next to my ear whisper.

"You woke up just in time to enjoy this with me."

"You feel so good, in me."

"Don't hold back."

"Let it go."

"Cum in me. Make me feel it."

"So fucking deep"

"Fill my little pussy up."

I pushed in deep and gave her another dose of nut butter and fell back to sleep a few deep breaths later. The next night I did the same to Stacy and had her just short of orgasm when she woke up to me bucking and throbbing as I painted the back wall of her buttery smooth pussy. I only had to tease one of her nipples and circle her clit a couple times as I pushed in deep, kick starting her orgasm as I finished pulsing inside her quivering sheath.

She was asleep before her breathing slowed, with only a slight giggle. This time taking the risk was ten times more exciting than the time a few months back, when I slipped up and gave Stacy an accidental discharge, before we embraced the slip-up and went all in, like fuck crazed rabbits until her period delivered a harsh dose of reality, two weeks later.

This time, there was nothing accidental about it. I intentionally fucked her bareback, completely unprotected, while she was ovulating. I was trying to fuck her pregnant. This was the moment in the relationship where I realized she had me. She was my fucking Kryptonite and there was nothing I could do to resist her seduction.

The hardest part was accepting that her training and seduction had succeeded in bringing me to the point where I wanted to knock Stacy up as much as she wanted me to. The voice of reason on my other shoulder was losing influence quickly. The smaller one eyed head was starting to dominate my thought process, and it was all in on cocking and knocking Stacy, all the way to motherhood.

I don't think either one of us had any doubt that Stacy was pregnant. Everything was perfect and I didn't pull out or hold anything back this time. I went all in this time and we kept up the daily deep DNA injections right up through, what should have been the start of Stacy's monthly visitor.

The morning her period was supposed to start, we both woke up excited and nervous. Stacy got up and headed to the bathroom to do her morning routing, quickly returning excited and smiling from ear to ear as she jumped on the bad and declared.

"Baby, I'm late."