Yeah, that was much better. She'd been so hot and the cool air on her tits
felt so good. It made her nipples hard. It made her feel sexy. It was so nice of
Carl to find somewhere nice and dark for her to lie down. She wasn't used to
drinking so much. Hell, she wasn't used to drinking at all. She was glad Carl
had turned off the lights, because watching the room spin made her dizzy. For a
brief moment she wondered where her bra was. Then she moaned as her nipple was
caressed by a pair of lips. "Mmmm," she said as her hips trembled. "D-Don'," she
mumbled, even though she didn't want it to stop. No one had ever kissed her tits
before and it felt wonderful, especially when the hands lifted her up, pressing
her sensitive flesh against his nipping lips as he pulled her blouse off her
shoulders. She felt the snap of her tight jeans being undone and she sighed at
the sudden freedom as the pressure on her stomach was relieved. Her sigh grew as
his hand caressed her belly. As she felt her jeans being pulled down over her
hips she vaguely thought she ought to protest, but she couldn't understand why,
since the fondling fingers on her body felt so good, especially when they
pressed into the soft globes of her ass, lifting her off the bed, her jeans
sliding down her legs and away. As the insistent fingers slid under the
waistband of her panties and burrowed into her pubic hair, she began to think
that, as nice as the fondling hands felt on her quivering body, it probably
wasn't something she should let go on. "Y'shudunh haf y'han--oooh!" His finger
slipped into her pussy lips, pressing onto her clit. It felt good. It felt
really good. Her pelvis fluttered as his fingers delved into her pussy. She
didn't want him to stop, but she really had to try to make him stop. When his
other hand began to slide her panties down, she tried to grab his hand and push
him away, but her body wouldn't do what she wanted it do. Her hips just kept
pushing her pulsing pussy into his caressing hand. "N-no," she moaned, "don' do
tha', don--mmmm, ooh, ooh, ooohh!" His fingers stroked her clit and she felt
herself growing wet and hot. His lips returned to her tits, sucking her nipple
forcefully into his mouth. "Oooh, ghood," she sighed as her back arched,
thrusting her plump breast up to his active tongue. Then she felt his naked body
pressing onto hers, gasping when his stiff cock touched her leg. Through her
alcoholic stupor, she began to realize he was going to fuck her. "Wohh, no,
don'," she slurred as his knees slid between hers and pushed them apart,
positioning himself between her legs. "No, Carl, don', don'," she mumbled as she
felt his naked hips pressing against her thighs, spreading them wide apart. She
tried to think of what to do to stop this, but all her body would do is rub
lewdly against the warm, bare skin pressing down onto her. "I don', I don' wann',
don't-- Oh!" She cried out at the pressure as his hard dick slid between her
pussy lips and began to force itself up into her narrow virgin cunt. "Oh! Oh!
Oh!" She tried to pull herself up and away from the thick spike piercing into
her, but he held her by the shoulders, pinned under him as he drilled his hot
prick deeper into her tight pussy. "Ohh! Ohh!" she moaned over and over, feeling
her pussy lips wrapping snugly around his thick shaft, feeling his fat cockhead
wedging in, prying open her quivering tunnel. Her head rocked back and forth
even as her pelvis threw her cunt up at the invading flesh. The pressure against
her clit ignited her passion and her moans intensified. "Unggh!" She grunted
when the broad head pressed onto her hymen. She suddenly realized she was about
to lose her cherished virginity, but before she could make any protest, the thin
membrane ruptured and split around the broad head of his penetrating prick and
she yelped at the sharp stab of pain deep inside her. His huge cock drove in
deeper, faster, and quickly she felt the crush of his belly against hers, his
balls on her butt. "Whuh! Nghh! Gnhh!" she grunted incoherently as his dick
rapidly began thrusting sharply in and out of her pussy. The thick flesh grating
harshly on the newly-opened wound inside her and she cried out at each harsh
invasion. The fog of drunkenness began to lift. She was being fucked. A boy's
cock was deep in her pussy and she was being fucked and she was too drunk to do
anything about it. Terror overwhelmed her as she suddenly realized he wasn't
wearing a condom and she wasn't on any kind of birth control. And it was the
very worst possible time in her cycle. The ache between her legs became pleasure
and her stark fear faded, replaced with ecstasy. Each sharp jab of his cock into
her sent a shiver of delight through her. The sweet friction on her clit
enflamed and excited her, and she began to respond to his plunging prick by
rolling her own hip up to meet each of his piercings. She began to moan
passionately, each stroke of his huge cock bringing her closer to orgasm. Her
legs came up and wrapped around his, pulling his deeper into her, even though
she knew the consequences of his bare cock pounding deep into her unprotected
pussy, especially now when she was ovulating. Suddenly her body shuddered under
him as the wave broke, inundating her being with utter rapture. Her pussy
spasmed on the immense fullness inside her. It responded to the rapid, rhythmic
contractions by abruptly swelling and spearing tight and deep into her narrow
passage. Through the alcohol-enhanced orgasmic rushes that shot through her body
like delicious wildfire, she hoped the bloating didn't mean he was about to come
inside her. She desperately didn't want him to come inside her. She saw the
sharp grimace seize his face. She heard his loud roar as his back arched. She
felt the upward jerk of his cock and and the rippling pulse along the shaft. She
moaned in passion and despair as she felt the thick spurt of cum burst from the
tip of his cock and invade her pussy, spattering forcefully against her cervix.
She felt her pussy suck and pull at his cock as it bulged again and then pumped
another long jet of his semen deep into her womb. She knew her cycle. It was
like clockwork. She knew one of her eggs was ready inside her, waiting to be
fertilized. As his dick throbbed over and over inside her, flooding her with his
seed, she knew one of the millions of tiny sperm now swimming within her would
find its mark. His cock jerked and pumped inside her sucking pussy, driving
spurt after spurt of his thick creamy cum deep into her. She cried out as her
rutting cunt bucked at each wrenching thump. She felt her pussy go slick as it
was filled to overflowing, felt their cum squishing out from between the tight
seal of his slick dick slicing wetly into her sodden cunt, felt the velvety
beads spatter onto her thighs and roll down her legs. The liquid sounds of their
coupling filled her ears as he continued to pound into her, his cum spurting
again and again out of his cockhead, her pussy sucking up every hot, rich drop,
devouring it greedily and pulling at him for more. She yelped over and over, in
ecstasy and in fear. Each powerful stab of his prick pounded stingingly into her
cervix. Each sharp spasm of her pussy squeezed another great gush of cum out of
his dick. Each searing torrent shot right into her womb, straight to the fertile
egg hidden deep in her belly. She knew he was making her pregnant, she knew it,
she knew it. She didn't want a baby inside her, didn't want her belly to bulge
out with his child, didn't want her breasts to swell with milk, but his cum was
in her now and there was no way to stop it, to keep it from impregnating the egg
deep inside her. She screamed. Even as his balls finished draining into her,
even after he collapsed onto her heaving breasts, even after her still sucking
pussy squeezed his soft penis out of her cum-drenched pussy, even after he
lifted himself up off her and silently dressed and left, she screamed. Then she
whimpered. Then she cried. Sobbing, she slowly and carefully collected her
clothes. Between the alcohol and the soreness, just standing was a major
accomplishment. The only thing she couldn't find was her panties. She put her
jeans on without them and immediately noticed that the cum streaming out of her
dripping pussy was making a growing dark stain on her crotch. She just couldn't
stay in this room any longer. She hoped no one would notice. When she went back
into the living room, she found Carl's friend Joey, necking with his girlfriend
on the couch. She asked, "W-where's Carl?" "Christ," Joey grunted, "where the
hell have you been? Carl left hours ago after you dumped him for that black
guy?" "B-black guy? What b-black guy?" "Yeah, right," said Joey sarcastically.
"The one with his tongue down your throat most of the night. Carl's pretty
pissed with you just picking him up off the street, you know." She tried not to
hyperventilate. "Huh-have--have you seen him?" "I told you, he went home."
"N-no," she cried, "the black guy!" "I think he just took off," Joey said,
motioning to the door before going back to suck face with his girlfriend. She
raced to the door and ran out into the dark. The street was empty. When her
period was late and the test kit showed positive, she thought it was the end of
the world. She'd changed her mind by the time she gave birth to her baby
daughter. She'd found out that there were a lot of guys who loved to fuck
knocked-up bitches and paid quite well for the privilege. As she suckled her
beautiful black baby girl at her milky white breast, she figured that if she
worked at it right away, she'd have her old clientele back within four months.
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