Another scare for them

It had been a few weeks since Wendy and Joe had sex in his truck. Wendy had since had her doctor’s appointment to go on birth control. But doctor Jones warned Wendy and her mother that the pill wouldn’t take effect for a couple of weeks until it had gotten into her system.

As they left the doctors office Wendy’s mother Terri tells you and Joe have to be more careful and responsible young lady, you heard what Doctor Jones told you that your birth control would take a few weeks to get into your system.

I know mama me and Joe will be careful we know better know. “ Lord I hope so said her mother as they drove home. Later that evening Wendy meets Joe at the old farm house where they lost their virginity’s to each other on his family’s land.

That evening, Wendy pulled her car down the dirt road leading to the old farmhouse, her headlights cutting through the gathering dusk. Gravel crunched under her tires as she parked beside Joe’s familiar truck, its engine still ticking with residual heat. The screen door creaked open before she could knock, and there stood Joe, his shirt slightly rumpled from a long day’s work, his face breaking into a smile when he saw her.

"Hey," he said, stepping onto the porch and pulling her into a quick hug. She could smell the faint scent of hay and sweat on him, mixed with the sharpness of his cheap cologne.

"I been missin' you," Joe murmured against her lips before scooping her up in his strong arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The kiss deepened as he carried her through the creaking screen door, its spring groaning in protest behind them. The farmhouse air smelled of woodsmoke and old linoleum as he nudged the door shut with his bootheel. Wendy's back pressed against the faded floral wallpaper as Joe's calloused hands slid beneath her thighs, his stubble scratching her chin while their frantic breathing echoed in the narrow hallway.

Joe’s hands slid up her sides, rough palms catching on the thin fabric of her blouse as she gasped against his mouth. “Wait,” Wendy panted, fingers tangled in his hair, “gotta tell you ‘bout the doctor—” but his teeth grazed her neck, cutting off her words with a shiver.

Joe’s mouth moved hungrily down her throat as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one until the fabric gaped apart. The cool farmhouse air prickled against Wendy’s flushed skin as he shoved the shirt off her shoulders, letting it pool around her wrists still trapped in his grip. Her 44DD breasts strained against the lace of her bra, the cups barely containing their fullness as her nipples hardened visibly beneath the fabric.

“Christ, Wendy,” Joe groaned, his calloused palms sliding up her ribs to squeeze the heavy weight of her tits, thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks.

“Damn, Joe,” Wendy gasped as his rough hands slid down her hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. The denim peeled away with a slow drag of fabric against her thighs, pooling at her feet on the worn farmhouse floor. His calloused fingertips traced the lace trim of her panties, the damp heat between her legs making the thin cotton cling.

Joe’s shirt followed, buttons popping open as he yanked it off, revealing the hard lines of his sun-browned chest and the trail of dark hair leading down past his belt. Wendy’s breath hitched as she reached for him, nails scraping lightly over his ribs before settling on the buckle.

Joe’s belt buckle clinked as Wendy worked it free, her fingers trembling against the worn leather. He groaned when she undid the button of his jeans, the denim straining over his hips. With one rough shove, his pants slid down his thighs, puddling around his work boots. The outline of his cock pressed obscenely against the thin cotton of his boxers, the damp tip already darkening the fabric. Wendy bit her lip as she traced the swollen length through the material, feeling him twitch under her touch.

“Ain’t gonna last if you keep doin’ that,” Joe warned, voice thick as he gripped her wrist.

Wendy’s fingers curled around the thick heat of him through the damp cotton, squeezing just hard enough to make Joe hiss between his teeth. His hips jerked forward instinctively, driving his cock harder into her grip as she started stroking him in slow, teasing pulls. The fabric clung obscenely to his swollen head, outlining every ridge and vein as her thumb swiped over the wet spot blooming at the tip.

Joe’s hands fumbled behind her back, his calloused fingers finding the clasp of her bra with rough urgency. The clasp gave way with a soft snap, and the lace straps slid down her shoulders as her heavy tits spilled free, full and pale in the dim farmhouse light.

"Joe—" Wendy gasped as his fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, the delicate fabric stretching tight against her hips before sliding down her thighs. The cool farmhouse air kissed her bare skin as he knelt before her, his stubble rough against the inside of her thigh. "I want you inside me," she whimpered, fingers tangling in his sweat-damp hair, "it's been too damn long."

Joe groaned against her skin, his breath hot as he nipped at the sensitive flesh near her hipbone. The damp heat between her legs glistened in the dim light as he dragged his tongue up her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, making her tremble.

Joe’s head jerked up at her words, his pupils blown wide with lust. “Shit, baby, you’re drippin’ down your thighs,” he rasped, dragging a thumb through her slick folds with a groan. Wendy arched against the wallpaper as his calloused fingers spread her open, the humid musk of her arousal thick between them. “Condom’s in my back pocket,” he gritted out, hips stuttering when her nails dug into his shoulders.

Wendy’s fingers trembled as she fished the foil packet from Joe’s back pocket, the crinkling sound loud in the humid space between their ragged breaths. She tore it open with her teeth, spitting the scrap aside before rolling the latex down his thick length with slow, deliberate strokes. The veins along his shaft pulsed under her fingertips, the flushed head glistening as she squeezed the base, drawing a guttural groan from Joe’s throat.

Joe’s hands clamped around Wendy’s thighs, lifting her effortlessly as her back scraped against the peeling wallpaper. She gasped as the blunt head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance, her legs trembling where they hooked behind his waist. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her tight walls as a broken moan tore from Wendy’s throat. The condom stretched taut over his throbbing length, the latex squeaking faintly as he pulled back and slammed home again, each snap of his hips driving the breath from her lungs. Her nails carved half-moons into his shoulders as the farmhouse walls rattled around them, dust shaking loose from the ceiling beams with every punishing drive of his pelvis.

"Fuck, Joe—I missed your fat cock," Wendy gasped, her voice breaking as he pistoned into her, each deep thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine. His teeth grazed her nipple before sealing his mouth over the swollen peak, sucking hard enough to make her back arch off the wall. The wet heat of his tongue swirled around her areola, his groan vibrating against her sensitive flesh as she clenched around him.

Her thighs trembled where they locked around his hips, her heels digging into the small of his back as he fucked her with rough, uneven strokes. The condom stretched tight over his cock, the friction sending sparks behind her eyelids every time his pelvis ground against her clit.

Joe growled against her breast as he stepped forward, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. Wendy clung to his shoulders, her thighs trembling as he carried her down the dim hallway—each step sent him grinding deeper, the condom stretching with every shift of his hips. The bedroom door creaked open with a kick of his boot, and the musty scent of sun-warmed quilts enveloped them as he laid her down on the sagging mattress.

Her back arched as he withdrew almost completely, the latex clinging to his slick length before he slammed back in with a wet slap of skin.

Wendy’s nails raked down Joe’s sweat-slicked back as he drove into her with relentless ****, the condom stretched dangerously thin between them. Every brutal thrust sent the latex straining against his swollen veins, the rubbery barrier the only thing keeping his hot release from flooding her tight walls. Her thighs trembled around his hips, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the bedsprings shrieked beneath them—each snap of his pelvis ground the swollen head of his cock against that sweet spot inside her, the condom’s faint squeak barely audible over their ragged moans.

Joe’s teeth sank into her shoulder as his rhythm faltered, his balls drawing up tight against her ass. "

Joe’s teeth sank into her shoulder as his rhythm faltered, his balls drawing up tight against her ass.

"Turn the fuck over," he growled, voice rough with need, his hands already gripping her hips to flip her onto all fours before she could catch her breath. Wendy gasped as the mattress dipped beneath her, her palms sinking into the worn quilt as Joe dragged her hips back, his thick cock sliding out with a slick pop before he slammed back inside in one brutal stroke.

The **** of his thrust sent her massive 44DD tits swinging wildly beneath her, the heavy globes bouncing with every snap of his hips, flushed nipples grazing the rumpled sheets.

"Fuck me—just like that," Wendy moaned, her voice breaking as Joe's cock stretched her impossibly wider from behind, the condom straining with each snap of his hips. Her nails clawed at the quilt as pleasure coiled white-hot in her belly, her tits swaying heavily beneath her with every brutal thrust. Joe's palm cracked against her ass, the sharp sting making her clench around him as he growled, "That's it, take it, you little slick slut—"

Her climax hit like a live wire, her back arching as her walls fluttered around his cock in **** pulses, her moans pitched high and broken.

Joe's handprint burned across her right cheek as he suddenly pulled out, flipping her onto her back with a rough yank of her hips. Wendy whimpered at the loss, her swollen folds glistening around nothing, until Joe dragged her astride him with a possessive growl. "Ride my cock, baby—show me how bad you need it." The condom stretched obscenely as she sank down, her thighs quivering as she took every thick inch in one slick slide. Her nails dug into his chest when he bucked upward, hitting so deep her vision whited out for a second.

Wendy’s hips rolled with **** hunger, her swollen breasts swaying just inches from Joe’s face as she rode him. Each downward grind **** a ragged groan from his throat, his fingers digging bruises into the soft flesh of her waist. “Fuck, look at you,” he gritted out, his breath hot against her bouncing tits as she arched her back, offering them up to him.

The second his mouth closed over her nipple, she gasped, the wet suction sending sparks straight to her clit.

Joe’s tongue swirled around her stiff nipple as his hips pistoned upward, driving his cock deeper with every snap of his pelvis. Wendy’s thighs clenched around him, her breath hitching as the pressure coiled impossibly tight—his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh sent fire licking down her spine. “Fuck—baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” Joe groaned against her breast, his voice wrecked as his thrusts turned jagged, the condom squeaking obscenely with every brutal slide.

Wendy could only whimper, “Me—me too,” the words fracturing into a gasp as his thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles that shattered her completely.

As they both cum Joe thrust his cock up into her as she bounces down on his cock they were both in orgasm in there bliss

Joe’s hips arched off the bed with a feral snarl as his cock pulsed deep inside her, the condom stretching taut with each thick jet of cum. Wendy’s thighs trembled as she ground down, milking him through his climax, her own orgasm ripping through her in relentless waves—her swollen clit throbbed where his thumb still circled, every nerve alight. She collapsed forward, her sweat-slick breasts pressing against his heaving chest, their ragged breaths mingling as aftershocks wracked their bodies.

Wendy’s eyes went wide as she felt something warm deep inside of her—a thick, unmistakable heat spreading where Joe had just been buried to the hilt. Her breath hitched, fingers digging into his sweat-slick shoulders as realization slammed into her. The condom—

His hips jerked once more, his cock still twitching inside her as the last pulses of his release spilled where they shouldn’t. The stretched latex had given way, the evidence leaking around where their bodies were still joined.

“Oh fuck,” Joe rasped, his grip tightening on her waist as he felt it too—the way her walls fluttered around him, still milking him despite the breach.

"Joe—the condom," Wendy gasped, her voice trembling as she lifted herself off his softening cock, her thighs slick with sweat and the unmistakable spill of his release. Her fingers shook as she reached between them, her stomach tightening at the sight of the torn latex—stretched and ruptured at the base, glistening with the evidence of their mistake.

Joe’s breath caught as he sat up, his hands gripping her hips as if to steady them both.

Joe’s cock twitched weakly as Wendy lifted herself off him, his cum oozing from her stretched entrance in thick, glistening strands. The torn condom clung to his shaft like a shredded second skin, the ruptured tip gaping obscenely where his swollen head poked through—proof of just how violently he’d emptied inside her. A shudder ran through her as another warm trickle escaped, painting her inner thighs with the undeniable evidence of their recklessness.

His fingers trembled against her hips as the reality of what just happened crashed over them. Wendy’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure—and now, something sharper. A trickle of warmth slid down her inner thigh, sticky and undeniable.

"Oh God, Joe—" Her voice broke as she pressed a hand to her stomach, her nails biting into her own skin. "My birth control hasn’t taken full effect yet. What if—what if you just got me pregnant?"

His cock twitched again, still half-hard against his thigh, smeared with the mess of their recklessness.

Joe’s hands slid up her trembling thighs, his thumbs smearing the sticky proof of their mistake as he pulled her closer. “Shit, Wendy—look at me,” he rasped, his voice rough with lingering lust and something darker—guilt, fear. Her nails scraped his chest as she shuddered, her breath hitching when another thick drop of his cum escaped her, painting his hip.

“It was an accident,” he muttered, but the words sounded hollow even to him, his cock still twitching against her thigh like it wasn’t done claiming her.

"I knew better than this," Wendy whispered, her voice breaking as she pressed her forehead against Joe's damp chest. "I told my mother I would be careful." Her fingers curled into fists against his skin, nails leaving crescent moons in their wake.

Joe's breath hitched as he cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. His thumb swiped at the tear clinging to her lashes, smearing it across her flushed cheek. "Look at me," he growled, his voice low and rough. "We'll figure it out." His other hand slid down her back, fingers pressing possessively into the curve of her spine as if he could imprint himself there.

Joe’s grip tightened on her waist, his breath hot against her parted lips. “How long since your last period?” he demanded, voice rough.

Wendy’s stomach dropped. “Shit,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing reflexively around his hips. “Two weeks,” she whispered, the words like a blade twisting in her gut.

His cock gave a traitorous throb against her thigh, still slick from where he’d spilled inside her.

His fingers dug into her hips, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her neck. “Listen to me,” he growled, dragging his palm up the damp curve of her spine. “You’re not pregnant. The odds are—” His words cut off when she shuddered, another slick trickle of his release seeping between her thighs. The scent of sex and sweat thickened the air as her nails scraped down his chest.

“You don’t know that,” Wendy gasped, her voice breaking as she pressed her forehead to his collarbone. His heartbeat pounded against her lips, rapid and uneven.

Wendy’s breath hitched as another thick pulse of Joe’s cum seeped from her, the warmth trickling down her inner thigh. She should have been panicking—should have been scrambling for tissues, for answers—but the slick evidence of their recklessness sent an unwelcome throb between her legs.

Joe’s hand slid up her trembling stomach, his thumb brushing the damp skin just below her navel. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough. His fingers were sticky where they’d touched her, glistening under the dim light.

She squeezed her thighs together, but the movement only **** another slick rush against her skin. All Wendy could think of was not again.