Note: the following is a work of fiction.
Impregnating Sara, Part 1.
I matched with Sara on a dating site in 2016 and ended up sleeping together on our first date. She is cute, curvy and nerdy.
We had a few more dates and then it kinda fizzled out but with no hard feelings, and we kept in touch via text and social media and sometimes had drinks and coffee with a group of friends.
Now in 2022, she's engaged to a guy called H. Never met him.
I ended up bumping into her in passing on a night out recently and she then messaged later that night to say how nice it was to see me.
We kept in touch and a couple of weeks ago she mentioned she was in the area. I work from home and I live by myself, so I asked if she wanted to come over for coffee. She comes to my door around lunch time wearing a black gothic style dress. Her long brown hair flowed freely around her shoulders and set off her green eyes. She's wearing a cross necklace that nestles between her ample breasts. I pour the coffee and we talk about work, families, friends and so on, and she mentions her fiance and how he can be a bit lost in his work at times. We're in the sitting room and I put on some random film on Netflix. I'm sitting on the armchair and she's on the sofa with her legs curled under her. Sara meanwhile has taken off her converse all stars and has cute disney socks on. I can't help noticing how white and silky her legs are and I flash back to when they were wrapped around me six years previously. I try to banish the memory. Not working, my cock starts to swell in my fleece shorts. I shift awkwardly sideways in my chair trying to hide it. I select another film on the TV, this time it's Deadpool. I suddenly remember I'd taken her to see when I'd met her first. As if reading my mind, she says "Oh we saw this in the cinema".
Yes we did I said, it's not awkward or anything is it?
"Of course not" she chirps, with a little smile. I get more coffee for us and then plonk myself down on the other end of the sofa from her. I look at the engagement ring on her left hand. "Cheap bastard" she sighs. Maybe he'll get you a nicer one, I say, feeling like an idiot. "I doubt that, he's in a shit job and he's always on the road with his work" she says.
That's a shame, I reply. If I'd a lady like you I'd be home every evening. Her eyebrows raise quizzically and she smiles again. "I'd like to get going with a family really, but he's not serious about that yet" she remarks, with a roll of her eyes.
Jesus. My hardon is pulsating at this point. She looks across and sees it. "You're so bad mister. Is this why you invited me over for coffee?"
No, I stammer, just wanted to catch up, and you know, talk and all that. I reach out and grab her hand in a little squeeze. She doesn't let go of it. Sara's eyes meet mine and she scooches over on the sofa. I put my arm around her and I've a view into the canyon between her large breasts. I kiss the top of her head gently. She lets out a small moan of approval. "Mmmmmm". Her face turns toward mine and our lips meet. This is so fucking wrong. She's engaged. She's wearing a ring, albeit not a very good one, but still. Our kiss deepens, she puts both arms around me and our tongues meet. I make a very half hearted attempt to break away, but I know already how this is going to end.
Sara moves her hand down onto my erect cock and murmurs "I think you're a little excited". I say nothing and concentrate on kissing her more and my hand moves to her thigh. I pull away from her lips and begin to kiss her neck slowly, remembering how much she liked it. She keeps slowly stroking my cock through my shorts. I undo the drawstring and pull it out, she keeps stroking my dick which is rock hard. My hand moves from her thigh to her left breast which is round and heavy. I feel her hard nipple through the fabric of her bra and dress. I pull down her dress and bra in one move and begin sucking on her warm engorged nipple. Her hand leaves my dick and she pulls my t shirt off over my head. She stands up and takes the dress off over her head. She's wearing a purple bra and black thong panties. I reach back unhook her bra and her full breasts spill free, both nipples erect and inviting. I lie her back on the sofa, pull the crotch of her panties to one side and start eating her pussy. Her dark pussy hair is shaved into a landing strip. She's incredibly wet and my tongue and lips are already soaked in her juices. After several minutes of cunning linguistics she bucks and cums all over my face. Soaking my beard. I cheekily resurface and kiss her deeply. "More" she whispers. I begin teasing with my cock around her lips. I slide my dick slowly into her, she's very tight and very wet, just like I remember.
I thrust slowly at first then harder and I haven't even taken off her panties. She digs her long nails into my back and bites my earlobe. I can feel my orgasm beginning to build. No going back now. "Fuck me harder" she demands. I thrust deeper and harder, she's squealing little moans of pleasure. I feel myself explode into her, filling her with my cum. It's about a five day load as I hadn't jacked off in a while. I collapse on top of her, giddy and spent.
What she says next jolts me back to sharp reality with a bang. "I'm not on the fucking pill anymore".
Shit. I'm still hard inside her. I withdraw slowly, and my thick load seeps out onto the sofa cushions.
I'm sorry, I begin. She cuts me off, gently "it's OK, I mean it'll be ok".
She takes a shower and leaves. I message her to see if she got home OK, she saw it but didn't reply. Couple of days later I get a text saying she's OK. Three and half weeks later she sends me a picture on WhatsApp. I know what it's going to be before I see it. It's two red lines on a pregnancy test.
Impregnating Sara, Part 1.
I matched with Sara on a dating site in 2016 and ended up sleeping together on our first date. She is cute, curvy and nerdy.
We had a few more dates and then it kinda fizzled out but with no hard feelings, and we kept in touch via text and social media and sometimes had drinks and coffee with a group of friends.
Now in 2022, she's engaged to a guy called H. Never met him.
I ended up bumping into her in passing on a night out recently and she then messaged later that night to say how nice it was to see me.
We kept in touch and a couple of weeks ago she mentioned she was in the area. I work from home and I live by myself, so I asked if she wanted to come over for coffee. She comes to my door around lunch time wearing a black gothic style dress. Her long brown hair flowed freely around her shoulders and set off her green eyes. She's wearing a cross necklace that nestles between her ample breasts. I pour the coffee and we talk about work, families, friends and so on, and she mentions her fiance and how he can be a bit lost in his work at times. We're in the sitting room and I put on some random film on Netflix. I'm sitting on the armchair and she's on the sofa with her legs curled under her. Sara meanwhile has taken off her converse all stars and has cute disney socks on. I can't help noticing how white and silky her legs are and I flash back to when they were wrapped around me six years previously. I try to banish the memory. Not working, my cock starts to swell in my fleece shorts. I shift awkwardly sideways in my chair trying to hide it. I select another film on the TV, this time it's Deadpool. I suddenly remember I'd taken her to see when I'd met her first. As if reading my mind, she says "Oh we saw this in the cinema".
Yes we did I said, it's not awkward or anything is it?
"Of course not" she chirps, with a little smile. I get more coffee for us and then plonk myself down on the other end of the sofa from her. I look at the engagement ring on her left hand. "Cheap bastard" she sighs. Maybe he'll get you a nicer one, I say, feeling like an idiot. "I doubt that, he's in a shit job and he's always on the road with his work" she says.
That's a shame, I reply. If I'd a lady like you I'd be home every evening. Her eyebrows raise quizzically and she smiles again. "I'd like to get going with a family really, but he's not serious about that yet" she remarks, with a roll of her eyes.
Jesus. My hardon is pulsating at this point. She looks across and sees it. "You're so bad mister. Is this why you invited me over for coffee?"
No, I stammer, just wanted to catch up, and you know, talk and all that. I reach out and grab her hand in a little squeeze. She doesn't let go of it. Sara's eyes meet mine and she scooches over on the sofa. I put my arm around her and I've a view into the canyon between her large breasts. I kiss the top of her head gently. She lets out a small moan of approval. "Mmmmmm". Her face turns toward mine and our lips meet. This is so fucking wrong. She's engaged. She's wearing a ring, albeit not a very good one, but still. Our kiss deepens, she puts both arms around me and our tongues meet. I make a very half hearted attempt to break away, but I know already how this is going to end.
Sara moves her hand down onto my erect cock and murmurs "I think you're a little excited". I say nothing and concentrate on kissing her more and my hand moves to her thigh. I pull away from her lips and begin to kiss her neck slowly, remembering how much she liked it. She keeps slowly stroking my cock through my shorts. I undo the drawstring and pull it out, she keeps stroking my dick which is rock hard. My hand moves from her thigh to her left breast which is round and heavy. I feel her hard nipple through the fabric of her bra and dress. I pull down her dress and bra in one move and begin sucking on her warm engorged nipple. Her hand leaves my dick and she pulls my t shirt off over my head. She stands up and takes the dress off over her head. She's wearing a purple bra and black thong panties. I reach back unhook her bra and her full breasts spill free, both nipples erect and inviting. I lie her back on the sofa, pull the crotch of her panties to one side and start eating her pussy. Her dark pussy hair is shaved into a landing strip. She's incredibly wet and my tongue and lips are already soaked in her juices. After several minutes of cunning linguistics she bucks and cums all over my face. Soaking my beard. I cheekily resurface and kiss her deeply. "More" she whispers. I begin teasing with my cock around her lips. I slide my dick slowly into her, she's very tight and very wet, just like I remember.
I thrust slowly at first then harder and I haven't even taken off her panties. She digs her long nails into my back and bites my earlobe. I can feel my orgasm beginning to build. No going back now. "Fuck me harder" she demands. I thrust deeper and harder, she's squealing little moans of pleasure. I feel myself explode into her, filling her with my cum. It's about a five day load as I hadn't jacked off in a while. I collapse on top of her, giddy and spent.
What she says next jolts me back to sharp reality with a bang. "I'm not on the fucking pill anymore".
Shit. I'm still hard inside her. I withdraw slowly, and my thick load seeps out onto the sofa cushions.
I'm sorry, I begin. She cuts me off, gently "it's OK, I mean it'll be ok".
She takes a shower and leaves. I message her to see if she got home OK, she saw it but didn't reply. Couple of days later I get a text saying she's OK. Three and half weeks later she sends me a picture on WhatsApp. I know what it's going to be before I see it. It's two red lines on a pregnancy test.
