“Wait! Don’t Kat-!” My hands couldn’t move fast enough. Before I could stop her, she thrust down and took me into the hilt. For the first time in my life I was inside a woman totally bare. And I liked it.
“Mmmm!” Emma groaned through her teeth above me, “God, you’re definitely going up on the naughty list now…” Without hesitation she pumped her hips steady but hard, taking care to spread her hot juices all over me. My hands found her hips, but I couldn’t bring myself to pry her off. I could have if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I didn’t want her to stop her hot grinding dance, despite the icy fear flooding through me.
“I’ll – I’ll pull out…” I mumbled and arched back some as her velvet folds clenched around me. I was already so damn close, but my resolve had weakened. I had to fuck her, bare or not! Emma meanwhile kept up her pace, posting up and down while toying with her tight corset. Lace by lace, she untied it as her hair fell messily over one eye.
“Mmm-mmm-mmm,” she shook her head, “Mrs. Prinson wants her present nice and deep inside her,” She shivered and thrust down particularly hard, “Ohhh! I want your cum inside me. I want your – your¬…!” But she couldn’t finish. Her nails dug into my chest as she came, fighting for enough breath to scream out her pleasure at the same time. I wasn’t easy on her either – I felt like I could crush her from how hard I gripped her hips then, trying to hold back from filling her up as her hot tight hole milked my cock like a gulping vice. I wouldn’t have been able to pull her off if I wanted to then, or even pull out.
She started to come down, thankfully right before I had lost my own battle. My balls surged for release and my shaft jerked and pulsed hard inside my girlfriend’s bare cunt. Just a little more and I would have given in, I knew it. But Emma collapsed on my chest, panting hard, with her corset just barely clinging onto her sweaty chest. Slowly, carefully, after I got a nice feel of Emma’s tight ass under her skirt of course, I tried to roll her over…
But no! Emma snapped back to attention in an instant. In a flash she had my wrists above my head and was grinning ear to ear right over me. “Oh ho ho! Trying to take advantage of Mrs. Prinson huh? You’re going to have to give me a nicer present than that if you want to be the top of the naughty list!”
“Emma, I nearly came to you-” I couldn’t even finish without her pussy quivering on my cock and her eyes fluttering towards the ceiling, “Emma! I have to pull out. I’m not going to be able to last without cumming with you.”
“Yesss! Cum in me!” Emma threw her hair back wildly and started fucking me, leaning in close as she half growled and half moaned, “Cum inside me. Fill me with your naughty sperm. Plant your present deep inside me, right here in my tummy!” She made sure to slide her taut belly against me then, the belly she wanted so desperately to be filled with my cum. My fertile cum.
“You’ll get pregnant!” I cried. I felt my cum boiling. The edge approached fast.
“Pregnant! Oh fuck yes, pregnant! Knock me up naughty boy – give me your baby!” My blood froze in my veins. Emma wanted to get pregnant. She wanted me to knock her up. She wasn’t going to let me pull out. She hadn’t stopped posting on me – rather her hips didn’t stop, rutting like a madwoman, trying to break me, trying to make me unleash everything where it counts. I shook – with anger, with fear, with… arousal?
My hands seized her hips and still I couldn’t stop them – no, my hands were pumping her all the harder! I forced her hips to slam against mine as her crazed eyes stared and her body raved against and above mine. I couldn’t hold on. I couldn’t and still I…
“Ahhh! Take me! Make me take your sperm!!” Emma wailed when I pinned her hips against mine and forced my erupting cock as deep as I could into her bare cunt. By god, when Emma felt it, my hot load shooting off inside her, she looked like she was shot – eyes petrified and staring wide, mouth gaping in a silent scream, and her whole body convulsing against mine as her burning pussy milked my spurting shaft with an inescapable intention: to breed.
I must have passed out. I remember my voice roaring over her feminine gasps. The hot friction of her hips jerked against mine. Her pussy gushed its silky slime all over my cock. And I remember cumming so hard that my vision dissolved into darkness. My cock was still twitching inside my girlfriend when I came to. Emma was quivering too – moaning and quivering, her little aftershocks still suckling along my bare length. I’d cum inside her, deep. She wouldn’t let me pull out.
And I was holding her there. My palms pressed on her ass, my fingers dug deep into her firm globes. Every time her hips moved I could feel my muscles tense – I drew her back totally onto my cock. And I could feel it inside her. My load, getting churned and mixed by her little movements and steady suckling. My hot, bare load. Inside her. Inside Emma’s hot bare pussy.
“Ooooh, naughty… naughty boy…” Emma mewled, then giggled as she thrust a few times, “Mrs. Prinson loves your little presents… Mmmm, I’ll love watching them grow in my tummy even more…” She got up to just straddling my hips, drenched in our mingled sweat and breathing deep and quick, and looked down between her spread legs at the mess between us.
Her inner thighs shimmered with our combined juices, with far more of mine streaming down the length of my dick. Emma gave me that mad grin again and licked her lips, “Oh yes, you’re going right up on Mommy’s naughty list!”
What did I feel then? I can’t really explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared or angry in my entire life as I was there, with my crazy girlfriend filled up with my spunk, constantly wiggling her ass and sighing while she could be getting knocked up right then. Still, part of me loved the feeling, having my girlfriend lean down to sigh and whisper like that in my ear, petting my body, feeling her hot pussy drool all over my naked cock. And though I couldn’t explain it, the thought of having possibly just planted a baby inside Emma’s beautiful belly… Something snapped.
“Get off me.”
“What?” Emma asked.
“Get off me!” My voice was hardly my own. Emma even looked a little shaken. But meekly she complied, slowly lifting off my cock with another shiver and a moan.
“But-“
“I said OFF!” Emma did as I asked, and sat like a scolded child at the foot of the bed. I sat up and leered over her. My blood pounded in my ears. My whole body shook and burned with rage. Emma looked so small the way she looked up at me, her messy hair and big eyes making her look so innocent while her well-fucked pussy oozed over with my sperm.
“W-what’s wrong?” she said in a small voice, “I thought you’d like your present. I know I love yours… Are… are you mad?” She touched herself just below her belly button, maybe unconsciously, maybe not. But I saw it and it only enflamed me more.
“Am I mad? That you made me cum inside you? That I could have just knocked you up? Do you think I am mad!?” I yelled. I noticed the noises on the other side of the wall had stopped, but I didn’t care. I’d be damned if I didn’t give her roommates something to listen to. Emma blinked with a little innocent frown – she really was innocent after all, in her crazy way. And I was about to join her.
“Turn around.”
“Honey?”
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, Emma!”
It took a moment for Emma to respond. But when she realized what I wanted, what I demanded, her eyes lit up. She was about to speak but I cut her off again.
“Hey! Mrs. Prinson has been a VERY naughty girl tonight, and she needs a good fucking to set her straight! Now on your knees and show me that ass!” Emma did as she was told and eagerly raised her rump high for me, shaking her perfect rear like a real slut.
“Oh please Mister, you just gave me one present. I think my stockings are totally stuffed…” Emma whined, and she was probably right – my creamy spunk made her pussy lips and thighs a glazed mess, and still more rushed out of her and down her quaking thighs.
“A good Christmas slut doesn’t say no,” I slapped my palms down hard onto her rump. She squealed and pushed back towards my raging cock. “And you’ve been a terribly slutty girl tonight, Mrs. Prinson.”
“Oh, oh,” Emma moaned when I drug my cockhead along her creamy slit, “Give me more presents, Mister! My little egg wants your presents all over it…” She shuddered under my hands, just as she did watching that documentary. For some reason all of it – her shivering, the way she said that, even what she had said about her egg – it turned me on.
“You want my presents, slut? I’ll give you something to unwrap in a few months,” I lined up with her shopping hole and started pushing in. I growled over her mewling cries, “Yeah Mrs. Prinson, you’re going to be such a naughty slut, going back to Santa with my baby stretching your little belly!”
“Oh fuck me!” I swear Emma came before I even got totally inside her! But I didn’t waste time. I pounded her poor little snatch from behind and pushed her face down into the pillows. Muffling her yelps just inspired me to fuck her harder, especially when I heard snatches of her hardly lucid wails for me to make her a Mommy right then and there. My anger mixed so far with my lust I couldn’t tell if I was mad anymore. All I knew was I loved fucking my spunk out of her tight cunt.
“You want a baby, Mrs. Prinson?” I pulled her up by her hair, forcing her back to arch. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she howled.
“Yessss!”
“Say it!”