Makeshift birth control

Shelley and I had somewhat bitterly broken up and been apart for a few months. One day she phoned me at work and asked if I’d like to meet her for a drink after work. The memory of her tight cunt, big titties, and shameless horniness overcame any compunctions I might have had about getting together again with the bitch.

After we left the bar, we walked to her car knowing my bed was about to get another workout. As she drove to my apartment, I groped her boobs and pussy at every stop. I’m kind of surprised we didn’t pull over and fuck in broad daylight.

When we got to my apartment, we went straight to my bedroom and tore off our clothes. We passionately French-kissed for awhile, tongues eagerly probing the other’s mouth. I lowered my head to Shelley’s 40DD titties and sucked her nipples into throbbing hardness. Then I started kissing my way down her belly - I wanted to eat her out and her dislike of receiving cunnilingus wasn’t going to enter into the matter. She was quite musky down there, but I didn’t care. I sucked her labia into my mouth and lapped at her hard little clit until she came against my tongue and lips.

I got myself between her plump thighs and hooked her calves over my arms before pushing my pulsating cock into her sopping wet cunt. I was enjoying the hot sight of her cuntlips stretched widely around my thick meat as I thrust in and out of her horny snatch. When I looked up, she was throwing her head from side to side, eyes closed and mouth open.

I just about lost it then and there, but remembering some past issues managed to blurt out, “Are you on birth control?” “No, lover, I’m not, but please, I want you to cum inside me!” That wasn’t going to happen (I wasn’t going to risk having to marry that slut and not even her incredible cocksucking skills were going to change that!), so I reluctantly pulled out of her grasping cunt and prepared to jerk off.

Shelley saw my right hand begin to slowly stroke my rampant cock and pushed her massive knockers together in preparation for my juicy cumblast. My left hand found my tightly drawn-up balls and squeezed while I worked my cock faster. I came like a firehose, blasting my cream all over her pubes, belly, and titties. As I laid my paste over pretty much her entire torso, I heard her cry out in pleasure.

We caught our breath and I said, “Good thing I didn’t shoot all that cum in you!” She replied, “Oh, lover, when you masturbated all over my boobs I had an orgasm when I felt your sperm hit my skin!” She always did have a romantic turn of phrase...