Part 0 - The Prelude to my Sexual Journey - The story begins...

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Part 0 - The Prelude to my Sexual Journey - The story begins...

As he had done so many times before, he took a minute or two to worship each of my nipples in-turn, licking them and teasing them as he dared to gently nibble at each of my swollen teats, before lifting himself upwards, to face me, and to French kiss me passionately as the tip of his bare cock began to search for my slender, but increasingly wet entrance. As he pressed his weight forwards, to do what nature had intended and seeking to bury himself within my inner-folds, I suddenly stopped him though, by grasping at his upper arm firmly. “Shit, I forget to take my pill!” I shrieked. He looked down at me calmly, with the tip of his cock already beginning to part my entrance, as he replied with “Well when do you normally take it?” “First thing before work,” before I added “I'd better go and take it now...” He held me there, with his strong masculine bodyweight, and simply said “Why don't we not bother, we are engaged to be married after-all aren't we Sammy?” “Yeah, but I might get pregnant?” I replied in exasperation, knowing full-well that my younger sister Kayleigh had fallen pregnant recently, after claiming that she only did it once without any protection. Her impending journey into single motherhood frightened the life out of me, although I still wasn't sure if I really believed that she only forgot to protect herself that one time! “Listen, you're really not getting it, I'm saying that if you fall pregnant, you fall pregnant. That is unless you really don't actually want kids with me?” I paused to take in the gravity of what he was saying, feeling once again that my young life was again racing forwards at 100 miles per hour, before replying with “Of course I want kids with you silly,” before adding “I'm just not sure if now is the right time to start trying, I mean – I'm only 22.” “Yes but I'm 32 Sammy...” He had a valid point, and we were after-all engaged to be married, and more importantly 'happy', although deep down I hoped that I wouldn't fall straight away, as I firmly held him, either side of his hips and said “Come on then, are you going to fuck me and give me a baby or what then Mister?” Spurred on by my obvious willingness to comply with his wishes, I was soon laid back submissively, my eyes tightly closed, with my thighs held high and wide, as I enjoyed his pace gradually progressing from a slow and steady exploratory few strokes, to a more 'piston like', unbridled and passionate motion. As I revelled in the feeling of this Friday homecoming sex session, I couldn't help but begin to imagine the changes that would begin to occur within my young and hopefully fertile body, at the point where he would no doubt reach his moment of no return and begin to unleash his rich semen into my unprotected womb. I imagined the first few seeds, from his pre-cum, edging their way towards their goal, only to be followed a few minutes later, by millions of his energetic little swimmers – all searching for their goal. The whole thought of it, and how my future life was all suddenly falling into place, was just too much for my mind to process, as I began to feel the all too familiar feelings of my own orgasm steadily building from deep within my loins. He must have sensed that I was close to the edge, as he quickened and deepened his pace, mercilessly thrusting into me with his powerful strokes – determined to join me, at exactly the same point in time. I panted quite uncontrollably, as he rammed into me, desperately trying to regain my composure, but failing miserably each time, as his cock caused yet another wave of pleasurable sensations in the delicate tissue of my pussy. My efforts to hold myself back, to enjoy these sensations for just a little longer, were in vain, as I felt my body begin to tingle and my vaginal muscles contract – I was cuming, orgasming for my man, whether I wanted to or not. With me quite literally crying out in a passionate and helpless yelp, totally unconcerned for the noise that my neighbours in the flat next door could no doubt hear, he grunted – and froze, with his cock buried inside me to the hilt, before powerfully twitching as his balls pumped his thick white seed deeply into my overly-submissive body. I looked up at him, connecting with him, with my blue eyes, looking at the man who, if not tonight, would undoubtedly soon become the father of my child – my gorgeous fiancée.

 

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