1. Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes


    Date: 5/25/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    minimal… she was still taking the pill religiously, perhaps more strictly than before. But she was supposedly on the pill last time, too. So it just seemed prudent, even though I loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing out every last drop. I missed it, in fact, and this time, I wanted to feel it again. I guess I also wanted to test the waters, since if I went through with Lara’s bet, I’d be cumming inside her a lot more. “Okay,” she said after a moment, and her movements once more increased in intensity. I kind of figured that she wouldn’t put up a fuss. If she really was that concerned about risks, she would have f***ed me to wear a condom. As she rode me like a wild a****l, her breath started to come out in little half-moans, and I knew she was close. I stopped rubbing her pussy directly and instead clutched her ass with both hands and helped direct her up and down with extra f***e until she shuddered. I’d gone on longer than she thought, but seeing and feeling her climax pushed me over the edge as well. My orgasm wasn’t very intense… that was usually the way it was when I’d had several in one day. Still, I squirted my seed inside her, imagining it shooting into her womb, and that made it special despite the lack of the mind-blowing rapture. I groaned a little, and then, when I was done, and nothing more would go into her, dropped my arms to my side and took deep breaths. She fell against me, also resting, and allowing me to slip out of her. Faith lay up against me on the ...
    bed, and I kissed her, not on the lips, but on the side of her head, near her temple. Still, it was soft, tender, and unlike our normal bickering, faux-antagonistic relationship. It was only at times like these that I was openly affectionate towards her. After sex, and, during that summer when she was my slave, sometimes just out of nowhere. It was as though knowing she’d submitted herself to me kept me aware of how much I loved her and wanted to make her happy. Sometimes I had even wondered if that was the main reason she did it. With that kiss, she nuzzled into me, in the space between my body and one arm as we practically cuddled, enjoying post-orgasm relaxation. With my free hand, I rubbed her stomach lazily, imagining my cum in there, attacking an egg. It was unlikely, because of the pill, but the thought still stirred something within me. My dick didn’t respond, it was too spent, but my groin muscles flexed and it was like I could feel my balls churning up more juice. It wasn’t the idea of pregnancy itself that got me so worked up, although that certainly was kinky, as was the image of my tiny little s****r waddling around with a swollen belly. It was what it represented. I guess I’m turned on by control, of someone, like my s****r, doing what I want because they trust me enough that I’ll make it good for them. And what better symbol of ultimate control than to get my s****r pregnant and convince her to keep the baby, and never tell a soul? Maybe even go off to college ...
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