Nothing beyond the obvious. Fuck and breed Pearl

With your hands on Pearl's bare hips, and her hands on your chest, the kissing quickly builds out of control.

You squeeze Pearl's ass. Pearl rips off your shirt. You run your hands across her soft stomach. Pearl makes a high-pitched, needy sound. You're drawn to each other in another kiss, exposed skin pressing against exposed skin.

You slide your hands over Pearl's tight top and grope her hot breasts. She moans into your mouth and hooks a leg over your hip.

Your need increases.

You push Pearl off you so you can undo your pants. Pearl swoops back in to help you.

"It'll be weird doing it with the real thing," she says, her face flushed as her nimble fingers fight with yours for your belt.

"Yeah," is all you can muster.

The jeans come off, as do your boxers and socks. They're left by the wayside.

"They look different in real life," says Pearl, eyes wide on your stiff cock. "Can I touch it?"

You nod.

Pearl wraps her fingers around your shaft. "It's softer than I thought it'd be," she says, giving your erection a gentle tug. "I'm not being too rough, am I?"

"You can be rougher, actually," you say.

Curious, Pearl tries stroking you off for a minute. You tremble at the feeling of her hands - you grip her shoulders to steady herself.

"Feels good, huh?" asks Pearl, tongue in cheek.

"You're so fucking hot, you have no idea," you say.

Pearl glances toward the door. "I know where my mom keeps her condoms."

You grab her wrist. "No. I want to feel you raw."

Pearl stares at you in disbelief, her hand coming to a stop near the head of your erection. "The hell? Did you fall asleep during sex ed? I'm not taking birth control, genius."

"It's all right," you say softly, stroking the inside of her wrist with your thumb. "You consent."

Pearl's attitude reverses completely. "I do?" she asks, stunned. Then she bites her lip, entertaining the thought. "I guess if you say so, but... yeah, okay, fuck it. But you gotta pull out, Chase."

You answer her by walking her back toward the bed till she can't go any further. With a push, Pearl falls and bounces onto the mattress with a giggle. "Fuck I'm getting butterflies," she says, backing up giddily onto the bed as she eyes your chest, your thighs, your jaw, all of you. "Anybody ever tell you how cute you look naked?"

"Nobody's ever seen me naked," you say, crawling onto the bed over Pearl. You love how her tight top seems to draw attention to her breasts and her bare pussy at the same time. "I can't say this strongly enough. You're so fucking sexy."

"Thanks," says Pearl, stroking the back of your neck and kissing you. "Let's have sex now, yeah? I feel like I'm literally on fire. I'm showing a ton of restraint by not just asking you if I can finger myself right now."

You nod, guide yourself to Pearl's soft, molten hot pussy lips, and push on in.

Pearl tenses up. "Ooh. Okay. A little slower," she grunts, gripping your arms.

You go slower, but keep forging in. One little thrust at a time. The pressure on your dick is insane, and Pearl's so hot and tight all around you. Sometimes you make a little backward progress, but inexorably get deeper after another thrust or so.

Before you know it, you're bottomed out within Pearl, and continuing with those short little violent thrusts. You're well and truly just plain having sex now. Not trying, not getting ready, this is it. And you feel like you can do it forever.

Pearl grunts whenever you flex your hips. She makes little sounds, and they're kind of girly, but they're mostly grunts of physical exertion. Her big boobs jiggle rhythmically beneath her tight black crop top, and her eyes are half-closed.

"Oooh god," she moans beneath you, halfway between trying to push you off and pull you close. "This is, uh, way more intense than, uh, y'know, whatever."

More intense than fingers? A vibrator? Another boy? You don't know and you don't care. You continue thrusting, waves of pleasure crashing over you and making all other considerations seem like nothing in comparison.

Thankfully Pearl stops talking and sticks with grunting and silently heaving for breath as you continue fucking her however feels best.

Pearl keeps tensing and untensing, and intermittently twitching beneath you. You feel her pussy clench randomly around your cock - pangs of pleasure or outright orgasms, you can't tell, but Pearl, totally overwhelmed, has no ability to communicate anything to you right now. She just gives her little grunts in time with your thrusts.

It's Pearl's utter incoherence that sparks your own loss of control.

You start fucking her way more intensely, your pleasure spiking. "Oh fuck Pearl," you moan, your whole world shrinking to the length of your shaft, wet with precum and Pearl's arousal.

Pearl regains some semblance of self-awareness. "Uh, wait, I need you to, uh, pull out," she says, unable to do anything but weakly accept what you're doing to her body.

But you don't want to pull out anymore. Your body, Pearl's body, the sounds she's making and your own imagination, they're all telling you to push further in.

"You consent," you say, thrusting in and out in long, chaotic strokes now. "You consent to me cumming inside you."

"Huh?" asks Pearl, sounding more confused than upset. "Chase, uh, what if I get pregnant?"

Always problems. You invent the fastest, least effort solution. "You consent to that too," you say again.

"To getting, uh, knocked up?" asks a totally befuddled Pearl.

"Yeah," you huff.

Pearl lets out a long, tense breath. "Uh. Fuck. Okay," she says, adjusting her mindset and lying back to take whatever you give her. The worry melts out of her in seconds, and she spreads her legs as wide as they'll go. Pearl grabs your shoulders for purchase, giving you a sloppy wet kiss near your mouth before growling two words in your ear. "Do it."

It's the last signal you need. You start cumming as you fuck Pearl, shooting pump after pump of white-hot pleasure straight into Pearl's body.

Pearl moans. "Oh fuck."

You bottom out and hold yourself to your buxom friend for a long while.

You catch your breath. Pearl catches hers. You don't speak, but you feel comfortable in silence.

"That was... intense," says Pearl, after a while.

"Yeah," you breathe.

"You really didn't want to pull out," Pearl adds, sounding vaguely amused.

Worry grips you. You hold yourself up on sore arms and check to see if your partner's okay. "Sorry."

"Don't," she says, touching your cheek. "It's fine."

You look down. Gooey white seed leaks out from Peart's pussy, around your softening erection. "What if..."

Pearl shrugs, unconcerned. "I'd figure it out later," she says. "Probably didn't work this time though."

"This time?" you ask.

"Yeah. This time," says Pearl. "There's gotta be a next time until we, y'know. Make it happen."

"Make what happen?"

Pearl rolls her eyes. "Duh. Till I get pregnant, Chase," she says, taking a minute to catch her breath before elaborating further. "You used my consent to let you knock me up. Sometimes it takes months for couples to get lucky even when they're trying. I don't even know if today's one of my days or not.” She shakes her head. “I know it was a sex thing, but you said… well, at least you haven’t said anything different, so you left me on board with it."

You're floored, hearing these words out of Pearl's mouth.

Pearl reads your expression and tiredly forces herself up on her elbow, her boobs shifting freely beneath her tight shirt. Her black hair's sweaty and tangled in the back. "Unless you're gonna take back my consent to being knocked up," she offers, looking a little bothered with the situation. "Though if you do… not going to lie, I'm going to be super pissed if I wind up pregnant from this."

Uh oh. She's got a point. You don't know if you're ready to be a dad, or if Pearl's ready to be a mom, but the possibility of breeding Pearl is incredibly hot. Still, it's not a good idea, is it? You should probably fix Pearl's feelings and back out of this before you take it too far. But you've sort of already taken it too far already, haven't you?