Anyway, the point is her madness took on a new level just last August. I think I can trace it back to when she was spending the night while my roommate was camped out in his room. My apartment was modeled after a roomy cardboard box while hers (while actually habitable in the long-term) was occupied with her two roommates Molly and Lauren and whatever boys or girls they’d snared for their weekend depravities.
So we had to be discrete with our ‘studying’, which meant cranking up the TV and trying to resist bashing the headboard too hard or frequently against the wall.
I hadn’t noticed what was playing on the TV at the time, since I was too focused on slapping my girlfriend’s amazing ass against my hips. It makes such a distinct light *pop* each time I drive into her from behind… But Emma did notice. In fact she seemed to be watching it so intently that it totally absorbed her. She was frozen on her hands and knees, silent and wide-eyed, and that turned me on like crazy since she usually has such a dirty and loud mouth when it comes to fucking doggy-style.
The documentary playing I realized later was one of those weekend sexy-edgy pieces to get the viewers, and it was all about human mating. My adorable Emma stared unblinking at the screen as an internal camera caught the moment of insemination, stylized with the couple grunting and rutting right to the end as the narrator commented on the sheer volume of ejaculate a man will produce when he knows she is fertile.
Emma shivered. She shivered under my hands while I seized her ass and plowed into her even harder. But while I was getting close to the edge from just my girlfriend’s hot pussy and beautiful glistening back, she was watching millions of the man’s sperm careening towards the woman’s glowing egg on screen.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to my girlfriend cumming with me during sex – it happens all the time. But when a sperm slipped into that glowing egg, she erupted. I mean that my Emma, normally such a screamer, instead had her mouth gaping and eyes rolled back in her head, quivered like a leaf from head to toe, and then gushed all over my cock and over my bed. And she just kept cumming, and long after I’d cum myself and was pulling out she was prone on my bed, still quivering and panting and squirming.
I’m pretty sure that’s when Emma got the baby crazy. And when I say got baby crazy, I mean more like third-degree breeding madness. Every night after Emma would beg me to forget the condoms. Though tempting, since I’d often imagined plunging bare into that soft-shaven pussy, I knew Emma was notoriously bad at staying on the pill – especially then, since I found her humming a tune one day as she dropped her pills one by one into the toilet and flushed them away.
A few weeks of refusing her that and I found that my box of ribbed condoms had been strung together by their tips to make a multi-colored skirt for hips just as wide as Emma’s. I would know – she was wearing it when I got back from class that day, and she graciously offered me a thoroughly torn one so I could, “Be safe and all.” Though I have to admit, her dancing around in the thing like a tribal wild-woman inspired the fastest condom-run I’d ever done in my life.
Having to hide my stash of condoms from Emma’s art projects wasn’t all that happened either. Her roommate Molly’s cat had kittens around the start of December, and I found Emma with them one day with no shirt, trying to nurse them. When I told her that they weren’t going to get any milk out of her anytime soon, she scowled at me and said, “Yeah, and whose fault is that?” I actually felt bad for a moment before snapping out of it. No way I’d knock up my girlfriend so she could feed hungry kitties, right?
That’s not even to mention how I’d find her every other day prancing around my apartment in her cheerleading skirt and a tight t-shirt, made tighter by the small pillow she’d stuffed into it. “Oh lover!” She’d laugh and dance to me, “See what you did to my tummy? I’m going to be a mommy! I’m going to have your baby! Quick quick! Feel what you did to my tummy!” Oh yeah, and she’d be wet and pantyless while she did it. And I mean wet – her clear cum would be streaked all down her thighs by the time I got back, and the neon-colored culprit was usually nearby in a small puddle itself.
When I’d inevitably get turned on by my sexy girlfriend’s charms and manage to sneak on a condom, she’d still lock her legs behind my hips and scream, “Do it! Spray my little eggs with your sperm. Make me a cute little mommy!” as if I was filling her with my spunk right then and there. I was scared more than a few times that her clenching pussy would tear my condom right off the way she came!
It all came to a head on Christmas Eve. Our little party at her place was just wrapping up, after we had covered the floor and tables with crumpled wrapping paper and emptied eggnog cartons. Molly and Lauren had already stumbled off to bed – the same bed mind you – and it was just Emma and I laughing and cuddling on the floor next to the couch.
“Hey, you’ve still got a present for me.” Emma said. She laid against my chest with all the little toys I gave her, both the cute and the naughty, strewn out in front of her.
“Erm, I do?” I peeked over her shoulder at her multi-colored and partially vibrating pile of goodies, “No no, I think you got everything… Unless your roommates took one.” I could hear them already going at it in their room. No modesty at all, really.
Emma giggled and wrapped my arms around her like a blanket, “Mm-mm, you do. I’m sure you have another present to give me… But first,” she slipped my hands down her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “You’ve got to unwrap one more little present of mine.” God damn, Emma knew how to press my buttons. It was lucky I didn’t launch her off my lap with how fast I got hard. She snuggled against my growing member as I fondled her modest, firm tits.
“So, should I unwrap you here or wait till Santa comes later?” Thoughts of how strangely hot my Emma’s tits were tonight danced through my head, and I’m sure she could tell by the way my cock gouged along her spine and I was already eager for her present.
“Nuh-uh! You’re being too naughty for Santa to come tonight!” Emma pulled my hands out of her shirt and defended them from my sneaky fingers. After her modesty was sufficiently upheld, she tilted her head back and gave me her sly wide-eyed smile upside-down, “But Mrs. Prinson will be coming for a naughty boy with something nice to unwrap in my bedroom real soon.” She stood up and stretched, offering up a great view as she wiggled about and made those adorable “night” sounds.
“Ohhh, I see… I can’t let Miss Prinson go without a chimney to slide down tonight, can I?” I knew mine was more than ready for it, especially with Emma’s ass shaking right in front of me clad in my boxers from last night.
“Nope. She’s very eager to get her stockings filled tonight,” Emma said as she danced towards the bathroom. With a giggle and one last look back, she disappeared behind the door.
I chuckled and found my feet again. I’m not quite sure how I managed to carry all those toys back into her room or do so with such a raging boner as I had right then, but I made it and plopped down onto the bed. Everything was so cute and innocent in there, belying how she really was in rooms with queen-sized beds available.
Or just enough floor space honestly… I dug into my pocket and found a condom. Just one tonight, so I knew I had to make it count. The rest of my clothes found their way to the floor, and I lounged back while I listened for Emma’s return over the moaning and giggling coming from her roommates through the thin wall.
The bathroom door creaked open, the light clicked off, and I heard the distinct tapping of high-heeled boots stepping down the hall. I swear my heart stopped for a good three seconds when the bedroom door opened. Standing in the doorway was my Emma, fully dressed up in the sexiest Santa outfit I’d ever seen. Dark black boots that hugged close to her skin rose up to just under her knees, her bare thighs only barely hidden by the short red velvet skirt with white fur trim hanging around her hips. Still it proved too short to conceal the black and red lacy panties just under it.
The top didn’t even come close to covering her streamlined midsection and came just halfway down her chest – the bright red corset zig-zagged with white lace strings pushed out her bare cleavage over matching white fur. She cocked out her hip and sucked lazily on a candy cane, those bright eyes of hers wandering over my now steely dick.
“How’s this? Do you like your naughty Christmas slut tonight?” Emma purred, tracing her lips with the candy cane. I was speechless for once – well, she’d been able to do it to me before, but this time really tied down my tongue.
“Mmmm, looks like I’m not the only naughty one here, huh?” Criss-crossing her steps, Emma sauntered onto the edge of the bed and crawled up like a cat. She’d watched too many strip dance movies with me – or maybe just enough. “Ohhh yeah, you’re definitely on my naughty list with this big bare cock…” She grasped it and ran her lithe fingers down my length. I groaned and nearly forgot everything, but then from the back of my mind I remembered: Emma definitely wasn’t one to remember condoms.
“Here,” I managed, holding up the tin foil wrapper. She lifted her eyes towards it, and scowled. “Heh heh, don’t worry Mrs. Prinson – Your present just needs to be wrapped up, remember?” Emma blinked at me, and then a wicked grin spread across her face, the same one I got so used to when an especially naughty idea came to her.
“Ooooh, that’s right! Silly you, forgetting to wrap up your package for me. Well, lucky for you, Mrs. Prinson is eager to help you out.” She stretched forward, rubbing her bare belly up along my chest and planted a kiss on my lips before snatching up the condom in her teeth. I could have easily lost it right there, but I held back knowing how much better this show was going to get.
Good thing I didn’t cum either I thought – she was grinding her pussy hard against my cock with those thin silky panties as she toyed with the condom. Painting those black panties white then would get me in the fatherly way for sure.
The extra-thin condom stuck precariously on her pouting lips, held there by my girlfriend’s wide grinning teeth. Sliding further down after her pussy left an extra warm and slimy trail along my shaft, she dipped down and expertly took my member into her mouth. I could feel her working her tongue and teeth, inch by inch unrolling the condom down my pulsing dick. Definitely just enough stripper movies. I would have been afraid of her tearing the condom by the way she drugged her teeth along it if it wasn’t such a hot sight and sensation.
“Mmmmm,” Emma moaned around my cock, taking me all the way to the base. Her tongue ran all over my cock – dully I felt her warm saliva absolutely coating my length through the latex.
For the brief moment I regretted having to use a condom, especially with my girlfriend staring up at me with a dreamy look and my shaft halfway down her throat. Maybe I could, just this once… No I thought, I can’t risk it, not even this time. Something in the back of my mind told me now more than ever I had to be careful about knocking up my crazy hot girlfriend.
With a loud sucking pop she came up off my cock, now perfectly wrapped up in the bright condom. “There,” Emma sighed, admiring her mouthwork, “All wrapped up, just like a perfect present should be.”
“God Emma…” I groaned. Half of me wanted to close my eyes and enjoy how my girlfriend was rubbing her wet pussy along my thigh, but the other half couldn’t stand to not look at my ‘naughty Christmas slut’.
As I looked up at her, she stopped staring at my cock to meet my eyes. And that look – I don’t know why I did, since I didn’t know what she intended then, but just looking into my girlfriend’s wild eyes then, I shuddered.
The roommates were really going at it. Their bed thumped against the wall – they definitely stole at least one of Emma’s toys. Emma turned to look, and for a few moments we listened to their muffled wails and dirty words as they gave each other a good fucking. It would have been funny if it wasn’t turning us on even more.
“They’re really going at it aren’t they?” I said.
“Yeah… They really are going nuts,” Emma turned back to me with that same wild-eyed look on her face, “Don’t you want to be like that?”
“I’d be lying hard if I said no to that.”
“You’re already hard – and lying, naughty boy.” She traced her fingers down my chest as her wet pussy drenched my leg.
“True enough. Now how about I unwrap my present first-” I lifted her skirt, but in a flash she flew back, coming down again to rub her cheek along my twitching member.
“Nu-uh, naughty boys have to wait until good girls go first,” Emma said.
“Um, but I’m already totally unwrapped…” The room started to feel really close, and Emma’s steady unblinking stare didn’t help.
“Not quite.” Emma said, and licked the condom from base to tip. She was smirking – I caught her drift.
“Emma, we can’t do that!”
“I’m not Emma, I’m Mrs. Prinson. And I Always Wrap my presents.” She kept her eyes on mine as she closed her teeth around the latex tip.
“Emma! Seriously, we can’t fuck without that-” Her eyes flashed, and with clenched teeth she yanked back. The ultra-thin latex didn’t stand a chance. It split open along its whole length like tissue paper, down to the very base. Emma gasped and jumped back.
“Oh my! It’s exactly what I wanted this year! Bare boyfriend cock…” Before I could even process what just happened she had stripped the remnants of the condom from my turgid member and threw them aside. There was no way it would have caught anything but air at that point, and especially not my sperm.
“Fuck Emma, now we have to find another one.”
“Oh no no no, I love this one right here,” She said, kissing my cock all over. “I can’t imagine having another one replace it.” She started going down on me, muddling my thoughts as I fought to keep my focus.
“No, a condom! We can’t have sex unprotected. You’re… you’re not on the pill Emma…”
“Mmmm,” Her slurping and sucking filled my ears and crept into my mind, “Isn’t that exciting?”
“N-no! I can’t…ugh, I can’t risk that.You Can’t risk that Emma!”
“Maybe Emma can’t, but Mrs. Prinson can…” She let go of my cock after she’d thoroughly coated it in saliva. Licking her lips she threw her wet panties onto my chest and crawled up into position.
“Emma! We’re not roleplaying anymore – this is serious!”
“Who said we were roleplaying?” Emma’s wide eyes burned bright, just as they had done before to freeze the blood in my veins. She was serious I realized, and she was having one of her moments where reason wouldn’t reach her. “Ooooh, now Mister Naughty Boy,” She lowered herself till her dripping pussy lips caught the tip of my member, “Mrs. Prinson is going to get her stocking filled with your presents tonight!”