“I’m sorry, you what?” You blink uncomprehendingly as your friend Kendra drops a serious bombshell. You look over at her to see if she’s joking, but her pretty face is dead serious.
“Come on, dude! Everybody else is getting hitched and popping out kids. Who do we know from uni that’s still single?” she challenges you. A stunning, fiery redhead, it’s hard to believe that she hasn’t been able to hold down a relationship.
You cast your mind back, scanning through your old friend group. “Sarah?”
“Got married last summer, already pregnant.”
“Becca?”
“Ran away to live with that French banker.”
“What about Rachel?” you offer. “She’s been single forever.”
Kendra rolls her eyes. “Uh, yeah, but she has three kids from two different dads. Didn’t you know that?”
“I dunno, I never really talk to her these days. But what’s your point?”
“My point?” Kendra pouts, crossing her arms over her ample chest and leaning back into your couch. “My point is that I’m nearly twenty-seven years old and I haven’t managed to get knocked up yet! I feel like a failure as a woman.”
“Aw, c’mon,” you say. “That’s not true. You have a career! Your dream job! Just because you haven’t had kids doesn’t make you a failure.”
“You’re not getting it.” Kendra leans forward, her face masked by some emotion you can’t quite fathom. Suddenly you realise that her normal hangout attire – short shorts and a tank top – leaves very little to the imagination. “I *need* this. My biological clock is ticking. All the money in the world, all the career success… it’s meaningless to me unless I get to feel a man’s seed growing inside me, turning me into a real, dedicated baby factory. We were put on this earth to fuck and reproduce, and by God I’m gonna do it.”
You swallow heavily, unable to meet Kendra’s eyes after that surprisingly explicit declaration. “Guess you’d better get to work finding a husband, then,” you say, not daring to hope that she started this conversation with ulterior motives.
“Don’t play dumb,” she says, standing up and crossing to you, leaning over you and whispering in your ear.. “I don’t need a husband, I need a sperm donor. I need someone who can fill me up, ram his cock deep inside my pussy and spurt *rope* after *rope* of thick, hot, potent cum deep into my womb.” As she speaks, she punctuates her words by walking her fingers up your chest, her eyes growing dark with lust. “I need a convenient cock that will hit all my sweet spots while it knocks me up. You think you can handle that?”
Your mouth goes dry. She’s leaning over you now, her hot breath rushing against your neck. Her huge tits, which every guy in your dorm used to salivate over, push insistently against your chest. Over her shoulder, you can see her plump ass, wrapped in skintight denim, wiggling invitingly. Her tank-top has ridden up a little, exposing a wide strip of pale skin at her narrow midriff, emphasising her hourglass figure. “Why me?” is all you can say.
Kendra giggles, drawing her legs up to straddle you on the couch. Her ass presses heavily against your lap, grinding gently as she speaks, and her breasts fill your vision. “Remember when I walked in on you in the shower?” she asks.
“That was six years ago!” you protest.
“Yes,” she purrs, “but I’ve never forgotten what I saw. You have a nice body, but more importantly, this little guy down here-” she says, grinding her crotch against yours – “is not little at all.”
“O-oh,” you say.
“You better believe I liked what I saw,” Kendra continues, increasing her pace as you feel your cock rapidly stiffen in your pants. “I went home that night and masturbated to you, you know. Rammed the biggest dildo I owned into my poor little pussy and imagined that it was you fucking me, cumming inside me… *breeding* me. Yes, even then I wanted your cum. But you never made a move.”
“I didn’t realise th-”
“Doesn’t matter.” She cuts you off by leaning forward, smothering her face in her breasts as she wraps her arms around your neck. She smells like lavender and sex. “What matters is that for six years, I’ve been waiting and wondering what it would be like to have you fuck me for real. Six years I spent fantasising about being seeded by you. I was never really sure if I wanted *you* or just your cock… but now I don’t care. I’m grinding on your crotch like a whore just to make sure the message is clear. So the only question left is… are you man enough to take me?”
Grasping her shoulders, you push Kendra back enough to gasp in a deep breath. You pause a second, taking in the sight. Her chest is heaving with heavy breaths as she looks you right in the eyes, her eyes wild with pent-up desire. Her hair dishevelled, her clothes snarled up. How do you answer her?
Wordlessly, you draw her back in, your lips seeking hers as she squeaks with delight. Her mouth is open, soft and receptive, and you find your tongue easily takes dominance between her lips. Your fingers fumble slightly, grasping her hips and pulling her closer to you. Her heat blooms between you as you grab the hem of her flimsy tank top, yanking it up between your two inseparable bodies. She moans selfishly as you break the kiss to pull the garment over her head, letting her large, pale breasts bounce free.
“No bra?” you ask, smiling crookedly as you observe her pale pink nipples, tiny and hard as diamonds.
“No panties either,” she confirms. “I came here to get fucked, after all. Now hurry up and fuck me!”
Reaching your hands down to firmly grasp Kendra’s big round ass, you stand up from the couch, carrying her with you. The movement causes your half-naked friend to shriek as she wraps her arms around you again, lifted fully into the air. Her legs follow suit, thick thighs wrapping around your hips as her lips impatiently seek yours out again.
You try to carry her towards your bedroom, but the sensations of her body rolling against yours are too much to bear. Instead you bump up against the kitchen table, placing her ass on the edge and pushing her off you momentarily.
“Ooh!” she giggles as she falls back against the hard wooden surface, the shape of her beautiful breasts perfectly distorted by gravity. Her hair fans out behind her as you attack the button on her shorts, wrestling with the zipper before finally pulling them off. She lifts her hips to give you access, and as you slide them down her legs you marvel at her gorgeous pussy. Tight lips, puffy, pink and already glistening with moisture. The tiniest, neatest patch of perfectly groomed ginger hair above the aperture.
In awe, you begin to kneel, struck by a sudden and overwhelming desire to taste her, but Kendra has other plans. “Hurry up and fuck me!” she whines, shoving your face away.
“What about foreplay?” you ask. A reasonable question, you think. Mama raised a gentleman, after all.
“I don’t need it,” she gasps. “Before I came over, I fucked my pussy for an hour with my dildo. I’m soaked already, see?” Spreading her legs wide, her lips part and you see that it’s true; she’s even wetter than you could tell from the outside. “I just need your cock now, baby,” she begs. “It’s time to make a baby.”
That sounds like a wild and irresponsible idea, the thinking part of your brain informs you. You’re not in a position where you can take care of a baby. But then again… Kendra, the girl you’ve secretly loved for years, is lying naked on your kitchen table, spreading her pussy as she begs for your cock. You can be forgiven for letting your lower head decide on this one.
Fumbling with your belt, you drop your jeans and boxers in one go, freeing your cock from its restrictive prison. Kendra moans loudly, her eyes wide as she stuffs a finger into her pussy. “Oh, fuck, it’s even bigger than I remember. Give it to me, baby. Pound that cock into my pussy and give me your cum!”
As wet as she is, you need no further invitation. Positioning the head at her entrance, you gently push her hands away and sink inside her.
Both of your bodies tense up, shuddering as your length invades her depths, splitting her walls apart and filling her snugly. Her pussy undulates against you and she lifts her hips off the table involuntarily, taking you deeper inside. As you bottom out inside her, your balls pressing against her ass, she lets out a delirious wail and squeezes even tighter, her slippery walls grasping your cock like a vice as she throws her head back, uninhibited gasps tearing themselves from her wet mouth.
After a few moments, her breathing deepens and she looks back down at you, her eyes misty. “I just came a little bit,” she informs you dreamily. “You’re everything I ever dreamed.”
Seizing the initiative, you lean forward over the table, your lips meeting her slack mouth and gathering her up in a wet, fiery kiss. Her breasts squeeze against your chest as your bodies meld, joined at the crotch in a slippery, hot union that blows any experience you’ve ever had out of the water. “I love you, Kendra!” you tell her in between kisses, feeling her stiffen with surprise as you draw your hips back and slide into her again. “I’ve loved you for years!”
“No waaaay!” she whimpers as your cock rams into her depths again. “And you never said anything? No fair!”
“I’m sorry! But I’m saying it now. I love you so fucking much! Be with me and we can do this whenever you want.”
Kendra bites her lip, her body rolling against you as your cock spears her depths. Eventually, she loops her arms around your neck, drawing you close again. “Okay,” she says breathlessly. “But you have to cum inside me like this. Today, and every day for the rest of my life.”
“Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” She kisses you sweetly, her lips and tongue hot as a furnace. “Now cum. Today is the best day to get me pregnant.”
Unable to resist her lascivious words, you increase your pace, slamming your cock into her soaked pussy as she wraps her legs around you and whispers exhortations in your ear: “Come for me, baby! Fill me up! Make me pregnant! Fuck me, fuck me, *fuck me*! I love you!”
The surprise of the last one sends you over the edge. Unable to hold back as she tells you the words you’ve always wanted to hear, you slam your hips forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt in her sopping wet cunt and releasing your cum in a violent torrent.
Kendra screams as she feels you filling her up. Her whole body seizes, jerking against the kitchen table. Her hips lift and gyrate against you, her natural instinct begging you to fill her up as she screams herself hoarse. Your cock erupts like a firehose, dousing her entire pussy in hot white cum, filling her womb so completely that semen leaks from the spot where you are connected. As you collapse against her, momentarily spent, you feel her whole body still quivering with joy, spasming against you as she locks you in a tight embrace, her heavy breathing punctuated by little moans and shaky kisses as she does her best to show her appreciation.
After a minute or two of lying on top of this angel with your cock still buried inside her, you plant a sweet, tender kiss on her lips and ask, “You reckon you’re pregnant now?”
“I hope so,” she says. “But just to make sure, you’d better fuck me again tonight.”
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