Shaft
Oh fuck fuck fuck. What was I thinking?
I wasn’t thinking, that’s the long and the short of it. Or more accurately, I was thinking with my dick, instead of my brain.
Because I want Lily so bad. It’s been hell these last couple weeks tasting her every which way but not doing the deed. I’ve had her sit on my face. I’ve had her part those thighs as I stroke her petals, rubbing her nub until she shakes and creams all over my hand. I’ve even tasted that back door, her pleats contracting hard as I probe her dark star.
But I haven’t put my cock in her most private part yet. Oh yeah, each time I finish in a number of different ways. Stroking myself. Her stroking me, with either her hand or her mouth. Even rubbing it between her breasts, those soft curves cushioning me until I come all over her chin and boobs.
So yeah, Lily’s gotten plenty of my sperm, but not in her pink channel. Not in the place where I’m dying to touch and penetrate. Because what could be better than a sweet girl tasting her first dick and loving it? Those big boobs heaving as she screams, impaled on my monster. The brunette’s curls flying this way and that as she rides me, Mr. Stiffie doing the deed at last?
So yeah, I’ve refrained because I want her to do Battle Bang. I want to take the female before a select crowd, pummeling that sweet pussy and then creaming hard inside to show my dominance. I love Battle Bang because it’s the ultimate expression of masculinity. Me, on top of a woman while she’s taking my dick and panting in pleasure.
But now things are complicated because Lily wants me to go bareback. What the fuck? Who does that? I’d automatically assumed she was on birth control because I thought all girls were on the pill these days. Don’t they take it to regulate their periods or something like that? I’d never asked because again, we haven’t done full contact yet.
But now, full contact is in the works and I’m presented with a dilemma. Me, in that sweet cunt, with nothing between us. Me spurting hot cream into her fertile depths, knowing that she’s not on anything.
And the truth is that even though my brain says no, every other part of me says yes. I want to fill that tiny pussy with hot semen, so much that it spills over. I want my swimmers to find their way inside and to stay there until she grows round with my child.
Because Lily is absolutely mother material. Everything about her points to a fantastic maternal instinct, what with her caring ways and inner sense of sweetness. Plus, the girl’s body. Those wide hips and big boobs were built for nurturing a child. Those lush curves are perfect for a baby, and I can’t wait until she’s pregnant.
Wait. What?
What the hell am I thinking?
We just met, so what the fuck is going through my mind?
But I guess that’s how these things work. I see what I want, and it happens. And right now, every cell in my body wants Lily to get pregnant. I want to see those curves expand, for her to gain fifty, sixty, hell even seventy pounds. I want that baby weight to stay on after she’s given birth so that my girl’s even bigger and more bountiful than before.
Shit. What the hell is going on? I’m projecting a future with this girl? That’s crazy and totally out of character. Usually, I’m a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type of guy.
But it’s what Lily does to me. She brings out my protective instinct. I want to take her and dominate her, but I also want to make the world safe for the brunette. She’ll lack nothing. Every wish will be granted, starting with getting her away from her stepmom and dad. Those people sounded like freaking assholes, threatening her with her own trust fund.
So yeah, I’ve taken steps. And although Lily doesn’t know, I have a lawyer on retainer, and I let him know the details of my best girl’s situation. Hamlin’s looking into it. The beautiful brunette won’t want for anything once I’m done.
But there’s still tonight.
Battle Bang.
Sex wrestling, complete with a dirty finish.
Fuck yeah. It’s going to be amazing. And looking at myself in the mirror, I know I’m ready. Every muscle is oiled and bronzed, a loose pair of shorts hanging lightly over my hips. These aren’t long basketball shorts. Instead, it’s more like a loincloth, the uniform of men from way back when. It hides my junk but once I’m aroused, the material isn’t gonna stop me. You’ll see my cock standing out from my hips, ninety degrees and aroused, ready to do damage.
Because Lily’s getting it tonight. I’m going to own that pussy. I’m gonna make her squeal and cream, breaking her hymen and taking that virginity until she’s a hundred percent mine, gasping as she’s stuck tight on my pole. Hell, I have this mutation, and Lily doesn’t know it yet, but she can’t get off when I’m at full arousal.
So with another look at myself in the mirror, I put on my coat and head to Petey’s. Lily’s there … and I’ve got a job to do.