Six Months Later
Spencer
There has to be a word that can express the level of tired I currently feel, because the normal fare just doesn’t cut it. Exhausted, fatigued, burnt-out. All way too weak. The Wildwood Colts are halfway through the best season of my football career, and that combined with keeping up with my studies is taking its toll.
My only saving grace is the love of my life, Jenny McClure. Hopefully soon, Jenny Wainwright, but she insists we have to finish school first. I’ve been on the road for games the past three weekends in a row, and we’ve barely seen each other in that time. Midterms are coming up, and my girl is camped out in the library pretty much from opening until closing. But we talk every night, no matter whether I’m in town or not. And we find ways to connect physically even when I’m at an away game halfway across the country. My favorite was when she slipped the panties she wore the day before in my duffle bag, and I jerked off with those silky, skimpy things three times in a row.
I’m never gonna get enough of her. I know that for a fact.
But it is Sunday. The bus just dropped us off at the stadium, and I’m on my way home to my woman. I can’t wait to wake up to her warm body tomorrow morning and roll us over for some of the hottest morning sex on the planet. Unfortunately, not even my horny and lonely girl could stay up this late just for a roll in the hay.
Pulling up to the house, a wave of relief washes over me. As much as I love football, more and more I miss being away from this house. Our house.
All the commentators and armchair critics who thought I’d go soft after finally losing my virginity and finding the woman I wanted to settle down with were dead wrong. My abilities had nothing to do with whether or not my dick was getting wet. No, those were all hard work, dedication, and some really good genetics.
I think having Jenny has made me a better player. I am determined to give her the best life imaginable, and that means making it to the NFL and putting some good money away so that we both can do what we’ve always wanted when my professional athletic career is done. Jenny is going to open her own rescue shelter, where she’ll also run a free veterinary clinic for those unable to afford paying for their pet’s care. I’m going to teach history to kids who think it is boring and coach a peewee football team on the side. My dad thinks I’m crazy for already thinking about my retirement from the game, but I look forward to having a slow life with Jenny and our kids in the suburbs.
The house is predictably silent as I lock the front door behind me. The duffle slung over my shoulder gets thrown right in the laundry room for me to take care of in the morning. I also strip out of my travel clothes and leave them on the basket right inside the door. I hate bringing the road in the house with me, so Jenny always leaves a fresh pair of pajama pants in the laundry room for when I get home, but she must have forgotten tonight with all the midterms madness.
Not that it matters. I always take them off before getting in bed with her. I like to have as much of our skin touching while we sleep as possible.
With a yawn, I shuffle upstairs to our bedroom, but once I clear the doorway I instantly become alert.
Laid out on the bed all around Jenny are her textbooks and notes. Not unusual by any means. However, her studying naked is. She has a pair of cat-eye glasses on, which I know she has no need for since her vision is perfect. Her hair is up in a haphazard bun with two pencils holding it up. And that is literally all she is wearing. She’s on her knees and elbows, ass pressed high into the air as she feigns studying.
“Fuck me, we should always study this way.” My cock is instantly hard inside my boxer briefs.
Jenny turns to look over her shoulder and gives an overdramatic gasp. “Professor Wainwright, what are you doing in my dorm room?”
Christ, how have I gotten so fucking lucky? Jenny has a thing for role-playing. We discovered it one night when she surprised me with a cheerleader outfit after the first preseason game of the year. Since then we like to occasionally throw in a scenario or two without telling the other. But this naughty professor thing is a first.
Trying to think on my feet, with her sweet ass staring me right in the face, is no easy feat. But I manage to fight through my lust fog to get into character. “Well, Ms. McClure, you are in danger of failing my class. I’m going to require mandatory one-on-one tutoring sessions from now on.”
Eyes wide with mock innocence, Jenny takes on a pleading tone. “Please, Professor, I can’t help it. Human reproduction just goes right over my head. Maybe because I’ve never been touched by a man.”
If I died at this moment, I’d be a happy man. We may have given our virginity to each other the first night we met, but that doesn’t mean we can’t keep giving it to each other over and over again in our bedroom antics.
“Hence the tutoring sessions, Ms. McClure. I’m going to give you an in-depth lesson on the male anatomy and how it fits with your counterparts.” Stepping into the room a little farther, I push my boxers to the ground. “But first, I need to make sure you are understanding the reading material. Please begin reading from your textbook. Out loud.”
Stalking into the room, I climb onto the bed behind her pert ass. I’ve missed the taste of her pussy almost as much as I’ve missed holding her in my arms, and I plan to have my fill before letting her have my cock. A groan spills from my lips the moment my tongue touches her sweet pussy. No way will this ever get old. My face buried deep in her folds is the way I want to spend every night for the rest of our lives.
I’ve barely done anything, yet Jenny is whimpering and thrusting back onto my tongue, trying to get it inside her. But I won’t let that happen. Not yet. The first thing to breach this pussy tonight is going to be my cock. Once I flick my tongue across her clit, she moans and claws at the sheets around her books. But she hasn’t started reading yet, and this is her game.
“Read, Ms. McClure, or I’ll take my mouth away.’’
“No, please don’t do that. I’ll read.” Jenny leans over a little farther, spreading her legs and giving me greater access while getting her cute little nose closer to the textbook pages. “In order for reproduction to take place, the male reproductive organ must be erect.”
“Check.” I laugh a little against her folds as I suck them into my mouth and she cries out, losing her place. “Keep going.”
“Once the male is sufficiently aroused, the penis is inserted into the female counterpart’s vagina.” Jenny’s breathing is coming fast and hard as I increase my attention on her sensitive button. Her words come out stuttered and weak, and I love hearing exactly how I affect her.
“Hmmm. See, Jenny, this is why you must take notes in class, too.” I sit back on my heels, brushing my finger up and down her slit. She whines a little at the loss of my tongue, but I spank her ass lightly once, and she quiets down. “The texts only cover so much. But if you were paying attention in class, you would know the female’s arousal is just as important as the male’s. Without all this sweet cream . . .” I swirl one finger around her dripping wet hole, collecting her arousal and bringing it up to her mouth to taste. “Then reproduction would be no fun at all. You wouldn’t want to skip this, would you?”
She moans around my digits, loving the taste of her own juices almost as much as I do. When I move my hand back to her clit, her hips sway and grind, trying in vain to force my fingers inside her. That desperation would normally make me chuckle a little, if I didn’t know exactly how she felt.
“Oh God, no, Professor, I wouldn’t want to skip this part.”
“Good girl.” I need her to get off once before I take her. Over the last six months, she’d gotten more used to taking my large cock, but she still needs the extra help an orgasm gives her to ease the shock of that first thrust inside her tight walls. I speed up my attention on her swollen clit, reaching my other hand up to pinch her nipples hard enough to give her a little sting but not enough to really hurt. It takes only a few more minutes to have her near collapsing on the bed as her first orgasm swarms her body. Her thighs shake and her back arches. She is so fucking beautiful when she reaches that high. I memorize these moments so l can play them repeatedly in my mind when I’m on the road.
Once the climax starts to ebb away a little, I position myself behind her still-pulsing hole. “Keep reading.”
Jenny looks back over her shoulder, flashing me a dazed and happy smile, her fake glasses a little askew on her face. How can she be both adorable and hot as hell at the same time?
“Once the male has inserted his organ into the woman’s vagina, the two must perform rhythmic thrusts to . . . Oh, fuck yes.” I pound into her tight hole until my balls slap against her clit and my hips are locked against her ass. Her arms slide out in front of her a little with the force of my intrusion, but her reading falters for only a moment before she is right back on task, like the perfect student she is. “The two must perform rhythmic thrusts to bring on the male counterpart’s orgasm.”
“Not fucking yet.” I pull back until my head almost falls from her warmth, then push back in with a quick snap of my hips.
Despite the obscenities pouring out of Jenny’s lips as I fuck her hard from behind, she keeps reading. “Upon the man’s orgasm . . . oh, fuck yes, right there . . . semen is released into the female’s vaginal canal. His cum contains millions of sperm. This process is also known as coitus, mating, having sex, or making love.”
“Don’t forget fucking. That is my personal favorite and will definitely be on the quiz.” I grip her hips and really give her a few hard pounds, slapping her ass for good measure. Jenny loves for me to take her hard and rough when I first get home. Make my presence known so that she can feel me for days after a trip. “What do you say, Ms. McClure? Should I fill you up with my cum? Let it fill that little pussy of yours? Then you’ll really know all about reproduction. I plant my baby in you, and we’ll watch your belly grow round with our child. I’ll give you lots of extra credit if you let me breed your virgin cunt.”
“Oh God, yes, come inside me, Professor. I want your cum, please. Hurry, I need it.” Jenny’s orgasm is right there. I can practically feel it gathering inside her, and I know it won’t take much to get her there.
All our talk about babies and breeding might be all in fun for now, but it still gets me to the edge of my own orgasm faster than anything else can. I can’t wait until the day that I really do get her pregnant. I won’t leave her alone for weeks until I know my seed has taken root in her body. But when she didn’t get pregnant after that first night together, we decided we needed to wait until after graduation before really trying. Jenny went on birth control, but I secretly hate it. I want her knocked up now. But I respect her too much to throw away her pills, even if I do think about it every single fucking time she takes one.
“Give my unprotected pussy your cum, Spencer. Give me your baby.” Her use of my name gives me pause for a minute, and I look up from watching my cock disappear inside her body to see her looking over her shoulder, gazing at me with all the love I feel for her reflected in her eyes back at me. “I stopped my pills last month. If we get pregnant right away, I’ll have the baby before training camp, and we’ll have a couple months together before you’ll be practicing day in and day out.”
“Really? You want to get pregnant now?”
Jenny bites her lip, thrusting back onto me a few times as she nods her head. “I want to marry you too. Screw graduation. I need your ring on my finger and your last name as soon as possible. How about a Christmas wedding?” Jenny holds up her left hand, and the engagement ring I’ve been hiding in my sock drawer for months is sitting right there on her finger. I don’t know how I missed it before. Probably because I was distracted by the naked role-playing.
Seeing my ring on her finger does something to me that I can’t explain. That caveman who emerged the first night I met her, and never really went away, comes out with a vengeance. I pull out of her fast, flip her onto her back, and push her legs over my shoulders so I have her hips raised high in the air and she is almost bent in half. “Woman, I am going to fuck you so full of my cum it will be dripping out of you for days. I want my baby already growing inside you when I make you my wife.”
I shove back into her, not pausing to let her acclimate but pounding away inside her like a man possessed. Because that is exactly what I am. Everything in my brain is screaming at me to fill her with my seed. To mark her in a way no man can ever deny. To give her another part of me. She already has my heart; now she is going to have my child too.
I’m hitting her G-spot over and over with brutal force, and her orgasm goes from climbing to exploding in no time flat. Jenny throws her head back, her eyes squeezed shut against the flood of sensations. But that just won’t do. I thrust into her to my balls and stop. Her head flies up, and her eyes go wide with her unspoken question. “You keep your eyes open and on me when I give you our first baby.”
Jenny nods, and I swear I see tears gather behind her eyes. I know how she feels. As hot as this moment is, it is also amazing and emotional. I’m barely holding on by a thread myself. I refocus on fucking my new fiancé within an inch of her life, and in just a few minutes, we’re screaming our way through the most mind-bending orgasms either of us has experienced.
Trying not to collapse on top of her, I hold her hips up and slide out of her sated body. A few drops of my cum drip from her opening, and just that sight makes me so fucking hard again. Neither of us is getting any sleep tonight, that’s for damn sure.
Gathering a couple pillows, I prop Jenny’s hips up and move down between her thighs. “Keep those legs up in the air. Got to give my boys their best shot of making a touchdown.” I wink up at her as she laughs at my ridiculousness. But that laugh quickly turns into a gasp when I gather the cum dripping out of her and try to push it back inside with two fingers. “Don’t worry. Some might get out, but I’ll just fill you with more.”
Jenny moans loud and long, her hands gripping the sheets by her head. “Why does that make me so hot?”
“I read that having lots of orgasms increases your chances of getting pregnant.” I lean down, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pump my fingers deep into her cunt, imagining I’m pushing my guys closer to the goal, even though I know logically that is all bullshit. “Get comfortable because I’m going to be down here for a while. Let’s give this the old college try.”
Four orgasms later, I finally fill Jenny up with another load of my cum and let her get some sleep. She’ll need it for the morning when we’ll start all over again.
Good thing next week is a bye week.