The First REAL Time

[Guest]

The day had begun with me running to my boyfriend’s house crying. My dad had spent the morning yelling at me and I just couldn’t take it anymore. As I ran off he yelled after me saying, “don’t think about coming back tonight if you leave now.” I had just graduated but since my GPA was so low, I couldn’t get any school except the local community college to accept me. My boyfriend, thankfully for me, was in the same boat. We had been together for almost two and a half years and just a year ago, during our first prom, he took my virginity. I remembered the full length of him sliding into me gracelessly and the pain that that initial thrust brought with it as he broke my hymen. Thankfully I was clearheaded enough to have him wear a condom and within five minutes he was moaning, “I’m cumming, babe!” in my ear as he filled the sheath protecting my fertile womb. We had had sex many times since then, only getting better each time, and each time I had secretly craved for him to take the condom off and fill his skin against the walls of my pussy. I wanted to feel his seed as it blasted from his cock and breached my cervix. However, I always seemed sane enough to understand just how bad of an idea that would have been. Today was different, though; I didn’t feel in control of myself. I was hurt by the way my dad had been yelling at me and I needed Paul. I didn’t care if we fucked or not, I just needed him in any way he could provide.

He lived just up the road from where I lived so I was able to get there in less than five minutes. I rang his doorbell and when he answered I practically fell on his shoulder as I started to weep. He took me inside and I told him everything that happened. His parents were gone for the weekend but I still felt more comfortable talking on his bed. He didn’t complain since he knew that that usually lead to us having sex. Eventually Paul was able to calm me down by holding me and planting small kisses on my neck. In no time I stopped feeling sad and started to feel a warm feeling coming from my pussy. I bent my neck to the side more and he correctly took that as a sign to go further. He began to suck on my neck and he sat behind me with his arms wrapped around me. I let out a moan and I could feel him smile against my neck. His hands slid down my breast, brushing against my sensitive nipples until his fingers burrowed beneath my pants, and then my underwear and landed on my clit. He began to circle it with his thumb, driving me wild, right before he went even lower and felt how wet I already was.

“Someone’s already excited.” He said playfully. I pushed back a little and felt his throbbing cock pulsing against his jeans.

“Oh yeah, baby. You’re hard too.” I moaned. I already wanted him inside me. I unbuttoned my pants, allowing him to take his hand deeper. He took the hint and slowly inserted his finger into my pussy. I was dripping wet and moaning as he began to explore my vagina with first one finger and then another. He brought his fingers up and started to hit my G-Spot with a come-hither movement. I nearly screamed until I remembered that his parents were gone for the weekend… then I did scream. The ecstasy as he continued to rub me was so intense, I almost couldn’t take it and almost told him to stop. My hormones were rushing though and I just wanted more and never wanted him to stop until he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

“How about we make love, babe?” He didn’t ask if I wanted to have sex or to fuck, but to “make love.” I had never understood that phrase until now. I didn’t need him to fuck me right now, I needed him to make love to me, to show me how much he cared for me. And I would want to do the same for him.

“Yes, please!” I moaned, still in ecstasy from having his fingers inside me a few second prior. He laid me down on the bed and went to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. He walked on his knees on the bed over to me and sat on his haunches as he ripped the condom wrapper open. I watched him as he took the thin latex out of its packaging and went to place it on the tip of his cock. “Stop.” I said. He froze and looked up at me.

“What?” he asked. I thought for a second, making sure this was what I really wanted.

“Don’t.”

“You don’t want to-“ I knew he was going to ask if I didn’t want to have sex anymore so I cut him off.

“Don’t put it on.”

“But wouldn’t-“

“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to REALLY make love to me, Paul.” He didn’t say anything and I’m glad he didn’t since I may have lost my nerves. He just slowly made his way in between my spread legs and laid on top of me. He was muscly but thankfully not hefty, so his weight on my own was more of turn on than an incumbrance. He kissed me slowly, passionately, fully taking on the roll of lover rather than just boyfriend. I felt his naked sex against my flat stomach, probably right over my uterus, where his sperm would be going soon.

“I love you, babe,” he said, pulling back from our kiss and looking me in the eye.

“I love you too.” He lined up his cock with the opening to my pussy and the moment I felt his precum slick head touch the lips of my vagina I quivered with anticipation. He did too. We both took a deep breath and looked each other in the eyes while he slowly began to enter me. The feel of his cock skin on my insides felt incredible as it moved within me, sliding past my g-spot and bottoming out at my cervix. He stayed still for a moment, reveling in the pleasure of my passage.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this, babe!” he moaned. He was usually pretty quiet during sex so it was a turn on to hear him moan this early. I caused that. My pussy caused him to moan like that. I used hate when he would smash my cervix with a condom on, but now it felt so fucking hot knowing that he was pressed right up against my womb. In that moment I began to wonder if I was going to let him cum in me… deep in me. My period had just ended a week ago so I was probably fertile right now, so I know that I shouldn’t. But now that I’m feeling him probably already leaking his precum into uterus, I want him to fill me more.

“You’re hitting my cervix, baby!”

“Really?” He asked with a sly grin.

“Yeah. Your cock is so deep in my pussy right now.”

“Yeah? You like that cock deep in your pussy?” Paul asked in a breathless voice.

“Mmhmm. I want you to pound my pussy, baby. I want to feel you cum deep inside me.”

“Did you start the pill?” He asked. I felt him slow his thrust as if whether he was going to pull out or not hung on what I was going to say next. So I said the only thing I could think of.

“Do you care right now?” He smirked at that. I smirked right back.

“You want me to put a baby in you, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” I said. “Do you… want to put a baby in me?” I asked, hesitantly. He looked down in between us and stared at my flat belly for a few moments before looking back up at me. He didn’t say anything at first, he just shoved his cock all the way back inside me. I let out a moan of surprise as his cock’s head first slammed and then rested against my cervix.

“I do,” he said before leaning in and kissing me. As we made out he began to saw his penis in and out of my vagina. The feeling was intense. He felt bigger than normal and he was moaning more than I had ever heard him moan. I loved that my bare pussy was giving him so much pleasure. “Oh fuck!” he nearly screamed, “I think I’m already going to cum, babe!”

“Fucking do it! Cum in me, baby! Cum deep in my fertile pussy!” I moaned as he smashed against my cervix, over and over.

“Oh Fuck! I’m cuummmmiiing!” he screamed as he slammed against my cervix, nearly breaching it with his huge cock head and began to spasm as he pumped what felt like a gallon of his sperm deep into my fertile womb. He pumped so much cum inside of me that it began to leak out and ran across my asshole. He stayed still with his hard, throbbing cock deep within me. After a few more seconds he collapsed on top of me, twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Holy shit!” He huffed. “That felt so fucking good!” He looked down at me. “Did you-?”

“Not yet,” I said, meaning that I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. I didn’t every time Paul and I had sex, but he liked it when he could tell I did though.

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to change that. Tonight’s a special night after all, right?” He said, looking down at my flat belly. He placed his hand on it and closed his eyes. I could tell that he was trying to imagine one of his sperm finding one of my eggs and beginning a new life. I could tell that he was picturing my belly growing large with his spawn. I could tell, oddly enough, that he was hoping for it. Most guys I knew dreaded hearing that he got a girl pregnant. Paul didn’t though. I’m not sure if the idea of impregnating me got him excited or horny, but I could tell that that it made him proud; proud that he could do such a thing and that we could do it together.

“Yes, it is a special night,” I said as I placed a hand over his hand that was on my belly. I leaned up and kissed him.

That night, he came in me two more times and by the morning my thighs were covered with dry cum that had leaked out of me while we slept. I had my first orgasm as he getting close to cumming in me the second time and I had two throughout the third time we made love that night. I slipped away into his shower, thinking I was being extremely quiet, when I heard the shower curtain pull open and Paul stepped in. We made love again in the shower and, again, he came deep in me. Again, as we basked in the afterglow, this time with a cascade of water flowing over us from the shower, Paul rubbed my flat belly and I felt him shove his cock as deep as he could. “I want to make sure that it takes.” He huffed in my ear. I felt his cock give a sudden pulse against my cervix.

“If it hasn’t by now, it’d be a miracle.” After we actually got cleaned off, I told him that I wanted to get some things from my house and that I’d be back later tonight. He was fine with that since he said that he had to go out and get something too.

I left and returned home to find my dad asleep on the couch. He looked as if he had been up all night. I woke him up and he told me that he had been up all night worrying about me. He was upset about what he had said and apologized. Since my mom had died a few years back, I was all he had and, even though he was hard on me, I could tell that he was terrified of losing me. I told him that I forgave him and that he could never lose me but that I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with Paul. He said that that was fine since he knew where I’d be. I went to my room and got a change of clothes and thought about the possible life that could be growing inside me as I sat on my bed. I put my hand down the front of my shorts and felt the inside of my vagina. There was still so much cum in there and fuck was I still horny. I HAD to be ovulating.

That night, after we have made love again, Paul proposed to me. Turns out that the errand that he went to go do earlier was to go pick up a ring. I teared up as I said yes. The next morning we went to go tell my dad. Even though he was a bit abrasive at first, he was fine with it eventually. And it’s good that he was since, as we had suspected (planned?), a few weeks later, I noticed that my period hadn’t came yet. I thought I miscounted so I waited a few more days before I decided to go buy a test. After I took it that night, of course it came back positive. Paul was so happy that he fucked me against the table and pumped a load into my, now, fruitful pussy. Even though it would have been impossible to tell which load had the lucky winner that did the trick, I’ve always hoped that it was that first time he ever came inside me.

Today, Paul’s actually doing extremely well managing a local store that’s looking to expand and my dad is having the time of his life being a grandpa. I think I’m ovulating though, since I’m really horny. We went back to condoms after Ben was born, but since he’s older and we’re a lot more financially stable now, I think tonight’s the night that I’m going to feel him cum in me again. It’s been far too long.

[Guest]

While I'm gay, I do strangely find gay (and straight) impregnation porn (MPREG in the gay community) hot so I thought I'd give this a try. This will probably be my only straight story though, and I'm going to be returning to one of my gay stories next. I would want to do an MPREG story one day though. Enjoy, you fellow kinky bastards! 😜

Edited November 16, 2019 by TexRanchKing
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[Saul]

Super nice story like impregnation stories :). This one is nice because the feeling between the two is nicely described. I hope there is more ;).

[Patrick]

On 11/16/2019 at 9:34 AM, TexRanchKing said:

While I'm gay, I do strangely find gay (and straight) impregnation porn (MPREG in the gay community) hot so I thought I'd give this a try. This will probably be my only straight story though, and I'm going to be returning to one of my gay stories next. I would want to do an MPREG story one day though. Enjoy, you fellow kinky bastards! 😜

Did you do a Mpreg story? If you do, oh please tell me. I could even exchange ideas with you

[Guest]

On 11/16/2019 at 10:31 AM, TexRanchKing said:

The day had begun with me running to my boyfriend’s house crying. My dad had spent the morning yelling at me and I just couldn’t take it anymore. As I ran off he yelled after me saying, “don’t think about coming back tonight if you leave now.” I had just graduated but since my GPA was so low, I couldn’t get any school except the local community college to accept me. My boyfriend, thankfully for me, was in the same boat. We had been together for almost two and a half years and just a year ago, during our first prom, he took my virginity. I remembered the full length of him sliding into me gracelessly and the pain that that initial thrust brought with it as he broke my hymen. Thankfully I was clearheaded enough to have him wear a condom and within five minutes he was moaning, “I’m cumming, babe!” in my ear as he filled the sheath protecting my fertile womb. We had had sex many times since then, only getting better each time, and each time I had secretly craved for him to take the condom off and fill his skin against the walls of my pussy. I wanted to feel his seed as it blasted from his cock and breached my cervix. However, I always seemed sane enough to understand just how bad of an idea that would have been. Today was different, though; I didn’t feel in control of myself. I was hurt by the way my dad had been yelling at me and I needed Paul. I didn’t care if we fucked or not, I just needed him in any way he could provide.

He lived just up the road from where I lived so I was able to get there in less than five minutes. I rang his doorbell and when he answered I practically fell on his shoulder as I started to weep. He took me inside and I told him everything that happened. His parents were gone for the weekend but I still felt more comfortable talking on his bed. He didn’t complain since he knew that that usually lead to us having sex. Eventually Paul was able to calm me down by holding me and planting small kisses on my neck. In no time I stopped feeling sad and started to feel a warm feeling coming from my pussy. I bent my neck to the side more and he correctly took that as a sign to go further. He began to suck on my neck and he sat behind me with his arms wrapped around me. I let out a moan and I could feel him smile against my neck. His hands slid down my breast, brushing against my sensitive nipples until his fingers burrowed beneath my pants, and then my underwear and landed on my clit. He began to circle it with his thumb, driving me wild, right before he went even lower and felt how wet I already was.

“Someone’s already excited.” He said playfully. I pushed back a little and felt his throbbing cock pulsing against his jeans.

“Oh yeah, baby. You’re hard too.” I moaned. I already wanted him inside me. I unbuttoned my pants, allowing him to take his hand deeper. He took the hint and slowly inserted his finger into my pussy. I was dripping wet and moaning as he began to explore my vagina with first one finger and then another. He brought his fingers up and started to hit my G-Spot with a come-hither movement. I nearly screamed until I remembered that his parents were gone for the weekend… then I did scream. The ecstasy as he continued to rub me was so intense, I almost couldn’t take it and almost told him to stop. My hormones were rushing though and I just wanted more and never wanted him to stop until he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

“How about we make love, babe?” He didn’t ask if I wanted to have sex or to fuck, but to “make love.” I had never understood that phrase until now. I didn’t need him to fuck me right now, I needed him to make love to me, to show me how much he cared for me. And I would want to do the same for him.

“Yes, please!” I moaned, still in ecstasy from having his fingers inside me a few second prior. He laid me down on the bed and went to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. He walked on his knees on the bed over to me and sat on his haunches as he ripped the condom wrapper open. I watched him as he took the thin latex out of its packaging and went to place it on the tip of his cock. “Stop.” I said. He froze and looked up at me.

“What?” he asked. I thought for a second, making sure this was what I really wanted.

“Don’t.”

“You don’t want to-“ I knew he was going to ask if I didn’t want to have sex anymore so I cut him off.

“Don’t put it on.”

“But wouldn’t-“

“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to REALLY make love to me, Paul.” He didn’t say anything and I’m glad he didn’t since I may have lost my nerves. He just slowly made his way in between my spread legs and laid on top of me. He was muscly but thankfully not hefty, so his weight on my own was more of turn on than an incumbrance. He kissed me slowly, passionately, fully taking on the roll of lover rather than just boyfriend. I felt his naked sex against my flat stomach, probably right over my uterus, where his sperm would be going soon.

“I love you, babe,” he said, pulling back from our kiss and looking me in the eye.

“I love you too.” He lined up his cock with the opening to my pussy and the moment I felt his precum slick head touch the lips of my vagina I quivered with anticipation. He did too. We both took a deep breath and looked each other in the eyes while he slowly began to enter me. The feel of his cock skin on my insides felt incredible as it moved within me, sliding past my g-spot and bottoming out at my cervix. He stayed still for a moment, reveling in the pleasure of my passage.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this, babe!” he moaned. He was usually pretty quiet during sex so it was a turn on to hear him moan this early. I caused that. My pussy caused him to moan like that. I used hate when he would smash my cervix with a condom on, but now it felt so fucking hot knowing that he was pressed right up against my womb. In that moment I began to wonder if I was going to let him cum in me… deep in me. My period had just ended a week ago so I was probably fertile right now, so I know that I shouldn’t. But now that I’m feeling him probably already leaking his precum into uterus, I want him to fill me more.

“You’re hitting my cervix, baby!”

“Really?” He asked with a sly grin.

“Yeah. Your cock is so deep in my pussy right now.”

“Yeah? You like that cock deep in your pussy?” Paul asked in a breathless voice.

“Mmhmm. I want you to pound my pussy, baby. I want to feel you cum deep inside me.”

“Did you start the pill?” He asked. I felt him slow his thrust as if whether he was going to pull out or not hung on what I was going to say next. So I said the only thing I could think of.

“Do you care right now?” He smirked at that. I smirked right back.

“You want me to put a baby in you, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” I said. “Do you… want to put a baby in me?” I asked, hesitantly. He looked down in between us and stared at my flat belly for a few moments before looking back up at me. He didn’t say anything at first, he just shoved his cock all the way back inside me. I let out a moan of surprise as his cock’s head first slammed and then rested against my cervix.

“I do,” he said before leaning in and kissing me. As we made out he began to saw his penis in and out of my vagina. The feeling was intense. He felt bigger than normal and he was moaning more than I had ever heard him moan. I loved that my bare pussy was giving him so much pleasure. “Oh fuck!” he nearly screamed, “I think I’m already going to cum, babe!”

“Fucking do it! Cum in me, baby! Cum deep in my fertile pussy!” I moaned as he smashed against my cervix, over and over.

“Oh Fuck! I’m cuummmmiiing!” he screamed as he slammed against my cervix, nearly breaching it with his huge cock head and began to spasm as he pumped what felt like a gallon of his sperm deep into my fertile womb. He pumped so much cum inside of me that it began to leak out and ran across my asshole. He stayed still with his hard, throbbing cock deep within me. After a few more seconds he collapsed on top of me, twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Holy shit!” He huffed. “That felt so fucking good!” He looked down at me. “Did you-?”

“Not yet,” I said, meaning that I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. I didn’t every time Paul and I had sex, but he liked it when he could tell I did though.

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to change that. Tonight’s a special night after all, right?” He said, looking down at my flat belly. He placed his hand on it and closed his eyes. I could tell that he was trying to imagine one of his sperm finding one of my eggs and beginning a new life. I could tell that he was picturing my belly growing large with his spawn. I could tell, oddly enough, that he was hoping for it. Most guys I knew dreaded hearing that he got a girl pregnant. Paul didn’t though. I’m not sure if the idea of impregnating me got him excited or horny, but I could tell that that it made him proud; proud that he could do such a thing and that we could do it together.

“Yes, it is a special night,” I said as I placed a hand over his hand that was on my belly. I leaned up and kissed him.

That night, he came in me two more times and by the morning my thighs were covered with dry cum that had leaked out of me while we slept. I had my first orgasm as he getting close to cumming in me the second time and I had two throughout the third time we made love that night. I slipped away into his shower, thinking I was being extremely quiet, when I heard the shower curtain pull open and Paul stepped in. We made love again in the shower and, again, he came deep in me. Again, as we basked in the afterglow, this time with a cascade of water flowing over us from the shower, Paul rubbed my flat belly and I felt him shove his cock as deep as he could. “I want to make sure that it takes.” He huffed in my ear. I felt his cock give a sudden pulse against my cervix.

“If it hasn’t by now, it’d be a miracle.” After we actually got cleaned off, I told him that I wanted to get some things from my house and that I’d be back later tonight. He was fine with that since he said that he had to go out and get something too.

I left and returned home to find my dad asleep on the couch. He looked as if he had been up all night. I woke him up and he told me that he had been up all night worrying about me. He was upset about what he had said and apologized. Since my mom had died a few years back, I was all he had and, even though he was hard on me, I could tell that he was terrified of losing me. I told him that I forgave him and that he could never lose me but that I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with Paul. He said that that was fine since he knew where I’d be. I went to my room and got a change of clothes and thought about the possible life that could be growing inside me as I sat on my bed. I put my hand down the front of my shorts and felt the inside of my vagina. There was still so much cum in there and fuck was I still horny. I HAD to be ovulating.

That night, after we have made love again, Paul proposed to me. Turns out that the errand that he went to go do earlier was to go pick up a ring. I teared up as I said yes. The next morning we went to go tell my dad. Even though he was a bit abrasive at first, he was fine with it eventually. And it’s good that he was since, as we had suspected (planned?), a few weeks later, I noticed that my period hadn’t came yet. I thought I miscounted so I waited a few more days before I decided to go buy a test. After I took it that night, of course it came back positive. Paul was so happy that he fucked me against the table and pumped a load into my, now, fruitful pussy. Even though it would have been impossible to tell which load had the lucky winner that did the trick, I’ve always hoped that it was that first time he ever came inside me.

Today, Paul’s actually doing extremely well managing a local store that’s looking to expand and my dad is having the time of his life being a grandpa. I think I’m ovulating though, since I’m really horny. We went back to condoms after Ben was born, but since he’s older and we’re a lot more financially stable now, I think tonight’s the night that I’m going to feel him cum in me again. It’s been far too long.

Great story!

[Guest]

On 8/26/2021 at 12:41 PM, Patrick said:

Did you do a Mpreg story? If you do, oh please tell me. I could even exchange ideas with you

Maybe i will next after the story i'm currently writing. Not sure where it would go, though? "General Bareback Porn Stories" i guess?

[Patrick]

9 minutes ago, TexRanchKing said:

Maybe i will next after the story i'm currently writing. Not sure where it would go, though? "General Bareback Porn Stories" i guess?

Yes. If you need some ideas. Text me