What Goes Around, Comes AroundbyIrishDude3881©
I grew up in a small town with a family of devout Catholics, and I attended religious institutions for both high school and college. I grew up in a rather conservative community, and I was constantly deluged with messages that abortion was evil.
I was generally rather shy and didn't talk to many people. While my friends always told me tales of boys they had flirted with, I was often too mortified to approach the guys I found attractive. Even in college, I frequently felt intimidated. I cautiously sat on the sidelines, waiting for the right guy to chat me up.
Imagine my surprise when I was approached by a gorgeous older man in a bar one night. He had dark hair with the slightest hint of gray and gorgeous brown eyes that mesmerized me in a heartbeat. He introduced himself as John and asked if he could buy me a drink. I happily accepted and we quickly got to talking. He told me all about his business ventures and I told him all about college life. At the end of the night, I gave him my number and told him to call me soon.
When he called a few days later, I was thrilled. We quickly made plans to go on a date. He took me out to a nice dinner and really treated me like a woman. I was in the fertile part of my cycle and very aroused to begin with. This man's sexiness made me even hotter and I found myself wanting to feel his hard cock inside me more and more as the night went on.
By the time we got to my apartment, I was practically dying of horniness. I wanted to jump him right there in the hallway. I was ready to do anything to feel his thick cock inside me. As soon as we got in the door, I kissed him full on the lips. He returned my kiss passionately and started to move his hands all over my sensitive body. I had not received treatment like this in years and I moaned at the effect it was having on me. He soon started groping my ample breasts and using his thumbs to rub my nipples through my shirt. I quickly removed my top and he unclasped my bra. He quickly latched his mouth onto the erect nipple of my left breast and sucked like a starving baby. I felt bolts of excitement go straight from my breasts to my pussy, and I moaned like a whore at finally receiving the stimulation I had been craving. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and melted into a haze of pleasure. I ran my hands through the hair of this man as my head lolled back and forth in ecstasy.
He pleasured my needy breasts until I experienced a delicious orgasm, and that crescendo pushed me over the edge. I was dripping like a faucet and needed his cock in me ASAP. I pulled him from my sensitive breast, looked him in the eye, and told him I wanted him inside me right then and there. We franticly removed our pants and he surprised me by telling me that he had gotten a vasectomy when he was married. He smiled and said we could go bareback without worrying about pregnancy.
Even though I had just met him, I felt he was a trustworthy guy. That combined with my overwhelming horniness and the 2 or 3 glasses of wine I had at dinner drove me to do something I never would have done otherwise. I smiled and told him in the sexiest voice I could muster that he could take me bare. He grinned and certainly seemed enthused about my decision. He placed the head of his thick cock to my swollen pussy lips and pushed forward slowly. From the second he entered my body, it felt wonderful. I could feel every ridge and blood vessel in his penis and the experience was much more intimate. I had always used condoms with my boyfriends, and feeling his unprotected cock deep inside me opened up a whole new world of sensation.
His lovemaking was slow and gentle and he was very attentive to my needs. He seemed to know how to use his hands in just the right way to make sure I stayed at a maximum level of arousal. I found myself swooning. Usually I was very protective, but I was putty in this man's hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and he used that to his advantage. He thrust in and out of me for what seemed like hours. The sensations were incredible and I had countless orgasms. He eventually whispered in my ear that he was getting close. I moaned and pulled his lips to mine. After gently kissing me he looked me in the eye, pushed in as far as possible, and flooded me with his warm, thick semen. A man was cumming inside me for the first time, and it felt wonderful. He shot what felt like a gallon of cum into my receptive womb. I remember thinking to myself "thank god he's snipped, because otherwise I would be pregnant for sure."
He collapsed on top of me and we laid there basking in blissful rapture. The moment felt perfect. I never wanted it to end. I had finally surrendered myself and let a man plant his seed deep inside me. Even though he was infertile, I would have abhorred this thought not too long ago.
I woke up the next morning to him gently stroking in and out of my pussy with his thick cock. I was so glad it was a Saturday. I smiled widely and arched my back as soon as I came to. This time our experience was shorter and he once again filled me with his deposit. We got out of bed for breakfast and then quickly went back to fucking. I let him have me all day. I couldn't have resisted his advances if I had wanted to. He was insatiable and worked hard to keep my hungry pussy full of his thick semen. I kept thinking how lucky I was to have met a sex machine that couldn't knock me up.
Imagine my surprise when I missed my period a few weeks later. I quickly took a pregnancy test and saw two blue lines. Oh my God! I really was pregnant. I instantly started freaking out. What was I going to do? I called him and his number had been disconnected. He probably didn't even tell me his real name! I was on my own with this one. My beliefs certainly did not allow for abortion, and I could never give my baby up for adoption. I was resigned to the fact that I would be a mommy in 9 short months. Fortunately I was almost done with school, and I graduated before I really started showing.
I started my first job with a baby in my belly and worked until a few weeks before I was due. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her Cara. The pain was indescribable as my daughter left my body, but holding Cara in my arms made that day the happiest one of my life.
One night when I was breastfeeding my darling daughter, I saw my absentee father on the evening news. Apparently he had committed massive forgery with his fake identities and gotten caught. He had also gone around knocking up lots of young women in the area using the same story that he had been snipped. As soon as the show ended, I called the police station in the town that was listed on the news special. I told them what happened and that I would be willing to supply DNA evidence to prove that he was the father of my child.
The trial received a lot of coverage from the media and women lined up to testify. His real name was Anthony and he was apparently an entrepreneur and millionaire. The judge in the case ordered him to pay child support to all the women that came forward and provided DNA evidence. His estate was split up and distributed to the various benefactors. The money I got ensured that I would be in good shape for a while. With all the crimes Anthony committed, he ended up with 25 years in jail. He would either die there or get out when he was too old to have any more kids.
About a year after the settlement, I met the love of my life. He was an electrical engineer at a big company that had an office close by. His kindness and way with women made me want him. I started flirting with him and soon he asked me on our first date! We quickly became an item and a whole new level of contentment washed over me.
He was gentle and sweet and never once complained about my insistence on using condoms. I quickly felt myself falling for him and soon he had me wrapped around his finger. When he proposed, I was ecstatic! We got married in less than a year. I carefully tracked my cycle to make sure our wedding day happened during my most fertile time.
On the big night, I kissed him and told him that he would never have to use condoms with me again. I wasn't taking any birth control and I couldn't wait to have his babies. He made love to me that night with a whole new sense of urgency. Whereas in the past I was always worrying about the condom breaking, I surrendered myself to him completely and let him have his way with me. My relinquishment of control was liberating and made me feel very feminine. I lost track of how many times he filled my fertile womb with his thick spend.
I fell pregnant in no time and looked forward to another swelling belly. I was happy I would have someone to empty my milk filled breasts once I was far enough along. In 3 short years, I popped out 3 of his babies. Cara got along just fine with my new children and I was the happiest mother on earth. My husband loved my milk filled jugs and insisted on drinking from them long after my last child stopped breastfeeding. In the end, things worked out for the best. I am a very content housewife and Anthony is where he belongs, stuck in jail for years to come.