Hole-in-the-Condom Roulette

"One of these condoms," Rory said, as she held up a pack of three, each of which had tape wrapped around the middle of the packaging. "Has a hole in it."

Alex licked his lips. From the first, they had each taken precautions. He always brought condoms, and Rory was on birth control. Of course, a month or so ago she'd had a bad reaction and gone off birth control, so the only protection they had were condoms and a dab of spermicidal jelly.

Not that either of them was against kids. They'd talked about it. One day. Just like moving in together, or getting married. Some vague point in the future. Except now, faced with the real possibility, "one day" seemed closer than ever. Alex could feel his pulse quicken...and based on how hard Rory's nipples were, he could tell his girlfriend felt the same way. Whether she got pregnant or not, the danger was a thrill, a turn-on...

"You realize of course, if I do knock you up, I will propose," Alex said.

"You'd better!" Rory countered. "Or maybe I'll hand you a pregnancy test with a ring on it. In front of your parents. In a public restaurant."

They smiled and drew close. Naked as they were, he let the tip of his cock press against her bare belly. She wrapped her arms about his neck, to carry the three condoms out of sight. They stared into each other's eyes, saw the little reflections of themselves there.

"You know I'd marry you anyway, right?" Alex said. "I love you. Whether you get pregnant or not. You're not just a womb with legs to me."

"And you're more than just a hard dick with optional sperm delivery system to me," Rory countered. "Anyway. We still have options. I just thought for tonight, it might be a little hot. The risk, I mean. It does make you a little hot to think you might get me pregnant, isn't it?"

Alex leaned down to press his lips against hers. The hard length of his shaft was trapped between their bodies. His hands wandered down her back, to grab that soft, meaty ass and lift her up onto her toes...and then he broke the kiss and looked in her eyes.

"Oh, I love the idea of getting you pregnant," he whispered. "So let's get started."

So Rory sat on the edge of the bed as she pushed the thin latex onto Alex's prick. A one-in-three chance for insemination. Even if it was the doctored condom, it wasn't a guarantee that Rory would get pregnant. Alex knew he shouldn't get his hopes up...if that was hope that he was feeling, or just a primal urge to breed.

Rory grinned as she finished, and bent down to plant a kiss against the latex-clad prick. The condom was an ultrathin, and gripped his cock like a second skin. It barely dulled the sensation of her hot lips at all...but a part of him did wonder what it would be like if he just ripped it off and shoved it into her pussy.

A pink tongue poked out at him, as if she could read his mind. "No cheating. If it happens, it happens. But you can't take it off until you cum! Promise me."

"I promise," Alex said, and bent down as Rory laid back. That was how they normally started things...he liked to lick her pussy until she was hot and ready, and then he would slide in...but not tonight.

"Just fuck me," Rory said as she spread her pale thighs wide, so that the bottom of her buttocks hung off the bottom of the bed. Her labia was a straight line, topped with a triangle of auburn curls. She rubbed her slit with the fingers of her right hand, and then used her pointer and middle fingers to spread her lips, and Alex caught sight of the glistening pink insides. "I need it."

Alex grinned. Rory knew what she wanted, and worked to get it. There were times she loved foreplay, but there were also times when she just wanted to skip straight to action. Right now, he could feel the edge of that need in both of them. Bent over the bed, he rubbed his condom-clad cock up from the bottom of her pussy to her clit, the two fingers that held the lips open trembled a little, the pink insides flexed. The condom darkened where it got wet, clung to his skin...and then his head found the entrance to her tunnel and he pressed it in.

"Fucking yes," she sighed as he slid home. Alex, for his part, couldn't even speak. The heat and tightness of her cunt clamped tight around his cock. Normally they didn't use ultrathin condoms, and the added sensation, on top of their little game, made his cock feel as stiff as if a six-inch nail had been driven down his urethra.

His hungry mouth sought the hollow of her throat. Her nails bit into his back as he began to pump, and for a moment there was no sound except the slap of Alex's balls against Rory's ass, the wet schlick-schlick of her pussy. Hard and fast, which is how she wanted it, until her legs curled around his calves and Rory nuzzled against his cheek to whisper into his ear:

"By the way—I'm ovulating."

That did it. Alex buried himself as deep into as he could, only his toes touched the carpet, and his balls squeezed tight as he spurted deep inside of her.

Until, as they both panted, he pulled out...and stared with consternation at the sperm reservoir on the condom that hung off his dick.

"Aww," Rory said, as she pulled the condom off and tied a knot. "Well, that's okay. We can play again some other ti—IIIY!"

Alex hadn't waited for her to finish. Her pussy was still poised on the edge of the bed, and Alex had dropped onto his knees and buried his face in her muff. The bridge of his nose rubbed against her clit as his tongue swirled around inside of her, at first in a frenzy that left Rory breathless—and then slower, more deliberately, as he gained control of himself. His heart still hammered in his chest, his cock was limp, but now he paid more attention to her clit, sucked softly at the little sensitive nub, traced her labia with broad sweeps of his tongue before it delved inside to circle her wet tunnel, until her thick juices ran down his chin.

Rory gave herself over to the cuntlicking. Her ass squeezed, her legs rested on his shoulders, so bristly thighs scraped against his cheeks. Alex didn't care. He was focused on a singular mission...and his hand gripped his prick, stroked and stroked the soft underside, the rubbery head. Not concerned with the slime that coated his fingers from the burning tip. So when he came up for air, ten minutes later, and reached for the second condom, Rory gasped as she saw the angry red rod that hovered above her very fertile cunny.

He ripped it open with his teeth, and didn't even both to inspect it for a pin-prick as her **** the ultrathin condom over his semen-stained prick. Rory's face was flushed with excitement, he didn't even know if she had cum yet, but he was focused now on his single-minded goal.

"Turn over," he said, and Rory grinned as she flipped, legs tucked up under her so that her ass and feet hung off the edge of the bed, a wet glop dangled from her spread labia that might have been saliva or pussy juice...but as Alex grabbed her hips and slipped back inside of her, he didn't care.

It was different, this time. From this position, Alex could slide his prick in deeper...but some of the urgency was gone. His thrusts were slower, softer, less determined to stab his prick in deep than he was to make sure his cockhead hit those parts of Rory's pussy that made her moan. His hands massaged her back as he set a pace, his prick painfully stiff. His balls ached, and it had been a long time since Alex had tried to cum twice in a row...but he felt the need, tonight. Felt too the pressure stir inside of him, as newmade sperm rushed to their positions, prepared to fire. Aimed at the egg that Rory might have released.

Yet between those aching balls and that womb was six inches of cock and however much more cunt-tunnel, with a tiny membrane in between. Alex breathed hard now as he leaned over Rory, his hands sought out her small tits, to tease those hard nipples with his fingers, as his mouth worshipped her neck.

He raised one foot up onto the bed, just so that he could lean in with every stroke...and he felt it happen, slower than last time, a slow agony that ripped a burning line through his prick before it exploded deep inside...

...and when his cock fell out again, he stared with anger at the sperm-balloon tip, smaller than before, but still very much intact.

If Rory was any less disappointed than Alex was with his luck, she had no complaints about his performance as she pulled off that second condom and tied a knot in it.

"One more," he said. "Just...give me a minute."

"Lay down on the bed, lover," Rory said with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "I'll get you hard again."

Alex collapsed on the bed, and Rory leaned over him. Her tongue circled his sore and sensitive glans, to scrape off the last of the sperm sperm, and then ran her mouth up and down his shaft. Helpless as she tried to breathe life back into his prick, Alex amused himself by cupping her mons with one hand, two fingers gently rubbed the slit to keep it warm, wet, and ready for him.

They stayed there for a long minutes. Two ejaculations in such a short time would test any man's endurance, and the male refractory period could seldom be rushed. It gave each of them time to be alone with their thoughts. To think about what they were doing and why they were doing it. As Alex got his breath under control, and he felt the pain of strained muscles that announced his third erection in an hour, he said to her quietly:

"If you're not ready—we can stop. I know it's hot and all, but I don't want to **** you into anything you don't want to do. I love you either way."

Rory couldn't grin when she sucked on his balls...but as she came up for air, and grabbed the final condom, she grinned at Alex like the cat that was about to get the cream. He lay there, utterly limp except for the one stiff muscle as she pressed the condom down on his cock—and the thought ran through his head that maybe none of the condoms had holes in them. He'd never seen her poke the pin inside. This could all just be part of her game.

Then he saw and felt the condom split as she drew it down tight over the base of his angry and aching erection.

"It's a dangerous day," she said, her voice thick as she dropped into a squat and guided his prick into her pussy. "You know what they say in those sex ed classes in school? Just one drop could get a girl pregnant."

His whole cockhead had burst through the condom as her pussy enveloped him...and Alex groaned as her tart juices touched against small red spots where he'd rubbed his cock raw in a fruitless effort to breed her.

She sank down until her hips met his. Her fingers stroked his stomach, then his chest. Rory's hips rolled in their own steady grind, more back and forth than up and down, but Alex didn't care. He still needed time to charge before he could spurt another load inside of her.

Their eyes met. Rory couldn't keep the grin off her face, as though she had won. As she laid her upper body against his, her sweaty tits pressed into his chest, her cheek nuzzled against his, she murmured:

"If I didn't want to get pregnant, I would have asked you to fuck my ass."

Their hands met. Fingers entwined...and it was different then, as she moved on top of him, Alex mostly passive, all of his concentration focused on the small movements that made his swollen balls jump, his cock flex inside of her...and Rory moaned, soft and long and low, a sigh of deep satisfaction and mounting excitement.

As they moved, they got faster. An urgency began to move them, an expectation that grew moment by moment. Rory moans faster and faster, her hips twitched, her whole body focused on the point of contact, toes curled, hands clammy and she clutched him so tight...until she thew back her head and shook, a keen released from between clenched teeth, her whole body shivered with ecstatic release.

Alex chose his moment carefully, as her slow grind came to a halt...and then he thrust with everything he had left in him. Rory's eyes went wide she she lurched up, and fell. Up, and down. Alex put all of his strength into it. His stiff cock buried deep. He could feel it inside of him, like the last little bit of piss that still needed to get out of his bladder. His face screwed up as he tried to work the internal muscles to make it happen...to make himself cum...and when he finally felt that release burst inside of her, it was not like some white gusher. It was the last gasp of a very sated serpent. His balls cinched tight as he squeezed, and squeezed, and spat deep inside her pussy.

Until she collapsed into his arms, and the two of them lay there, utterly spent.

"You realize, of course," she said. "That if that doesn't work, we'll have to play again."

Alex grinned. Sometimes, it wasn't about winning or losing. It was how you played the game.