A Misty Morning

I woke up before Jenna and made my way to the bathroom. By the looks of it, the morning shower crew hadn't started their rotation yet. After getting myself freshened up and a little more dressed, I went to the kitchen. It was quiet and a little early. Mindy was just getting coffee started and Angela was pulling out ingredients to make omelets. I grabbed a leftover muffin and a bottle of water and headed back to my room. Sitting in my chair, I ate the muffin and drank the water while looking through my phone. A few things for work that could wait a couple days, same-old same-old in the news, a few funny comics, and a three new matches in the UDA.

As I was about to look at the new girls, Jenna startled awake. Sitting in an unlit corner of my room, I went unnoticed by her. She looked over to where I had slept, then felt her body, seeming to be confused when she discovered she had on her shirt and panties. She rubbed her crotch and raised an eyebrow at the dampness. Then shrugged and muttered to herself. She lay back down and put her hand under her panties.

I watched in fascination as she spent the next 12 minutes bringing herself to two small orgasms. They were nothing like last night's, but they seemed to do the trick. With a groan, she rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, sniffing her fingers as she went. I couldn't decide whether to slip out of the room before she got out or stay in the chair. Or maybe I should get up and busy myself, making it look like I had just entered. Before I could think it through, Jenna was washing her hands and came out shaking them dry. She walked sleepily through the room and out the door, taking no notice of me whatsoever.

Shauna came in soon after, followed immediately by Misty. Misty realized she had just missed the open shower and sat on the bed to wait. Shauna had been looking at her phone as she passed through, so Misty was the first one to notice my presence.

“Oh, hey!” she said cheerily, her broad smile breaking into a yawn which then became a giggle.

“Good morning,” I greeted her.

“I didn't realize you were in here,” she told me. “Sandra told me I could talk to you about something first thing this morning, but... I kind of wanted to shower first.”

“Oh,” I replied. “Well, I guess I can wait to learn what's on your mind.”

“Yeah, except now it feels a little awkward.”

I laughed lightly, then commented, “Interesting tattoo.” She had a colorful design on her left shoulder that I couldn't quite make out the meaning of.

“Which one?” she asked, then quickly looked at the one I had seen and said, “Oh yeah, you can only see one right now.” Misty went on to tell me the story and meaning of her shoulder ink, which was mostly a symbolic memento of some commitments she had made to herself years earlier. That led us into some more talk of youthful ambitions and growing up and how much we change in our 20s and what kind of things stay constant in those years. Before we knew it, Shauna was out, looking at her phone again as she exited the room. Misty got up and said, “Don't go anywhere, OK?” Then she closed the door without giving me a chance to answer.

A few minutes later, Sandra poked her head in. Spotting me in the corner she asked, “Did Misty find you yet?”

“Yeah, but she said we'll talk after her shower,” I explained, nodding in the direction of the bathroom.

Sandra smiled and said, “OK, I'll tell Olivia and Mindy to wait until after you're both out before they shower.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, waving as she locked and closed the door.

I looked in the app at my new matches: Danielle (Danni), an 18 year old, brown-haired cheerleader with a cute eyebrow piercing. Amanda, tall blonde hippie who seemed really into surfing. And Zoe, a Puerto Rican who seemed to be a bit of a tomboy, but who was not afraid to show her generous curves. I smiled and imagined a weekend with all three of them. Fifteen had been fun, but it was a little too much. I couldn't get to know any of the girls super well.

My cock was already hard again with thoughts of what I could do with my girls when the bathroom door opened and Misty, clad only in a towel, came and sat on the bed, facing me.

She looked at me and smiled. Taking a deep breath she seemed ready to speak, but then she just sighed loudly. “I'm sorry, this is hard to put into words now that I actually need to.” Misty's slightly country accent was very endearing, and only barely brought my attention away from the top of her towel, which was tucked just across the top of her breasts, giving a hint of the generous cleavage beneath.

“I find the best tactic is to just spit it out and then do damage control once it's out there,” I suggested.

Misty winced, then turned her eyes upwards in thought. “OK, then,” she said. “I've decided I would like to have a baby. But I'm not in a relationship right now, and I don't feel the need to be in one before I take that step. So... for some reason I can't get out of my head that I'd like you to be the one who gets me pregnant.”

I feigned surprise. I had given her the idea, after all. I was the “for some reason” she couldn't stop thinking about it. Interpreting my silence as ****, she continued. “Let me rephrase it. I'd like you to try to get me pregnant. Just this one time, give it a shot, and then whatever happens, happens, right? Maybe its not meant to be? But maybe it is? I'd like to try.”

“Wow, Misty, that's a big ask. I don't know if I'm ready to be a father right now, especially with Sandra and how well things are going-”

“I'm not asking you to be a father or to have a role in the child's life or to be financially involved. I'm just asking you to... you know... give me a little sperm injection.”

“Little?” I teased in mock offense.

“OK,” laughed Misty, and her smile lit up my morning. “Not little. A big, fat, thick, healthy sperm injection right where it'll do the most damage. Or the most good, depending on how you look at it.”

“OK,” I nodded. “that's better.” I shifted uncomfortably as my erection asserted itself.

A lot of questions came to mind, but I knew Misty didn't have answers for most of them. I was curious how she would manufacture reasons, motivations, excuses, etc. But on the other hand, I was ready to get started. With some of the girls, playing around with their persona before having sex was a big part of the fun once we finally got down to business. For Misty, that didn't feel like the case. The fun of her persona was going to be once we were already fully engaged. Recognizing that, I didn't have the energy to put it off much longer.

“Misty, this is an easy thing for me to say yes to,” I told her. “I get some instant enjoyment and have zero consequences.”

“Yeah,” Misty said excitedly. “Almost a no-brainer, right?”

I help up my hand to stop her. “I just need to know – are you sure? This is a pretty big decision.”

“No offense, Ron,” she replied, “But you don't know how long I've been thinking about this.” (I did, actually. I could pin it down to almost exactly 47 hours earlier.) “I had always planned for my life to follow a certain course. Save myself for the right guy. Get married. Give my heart and body to him. Buy some land and care for our animals. Have children with him. Spend my days raising our kids and tending our home. That's always been my plan."

"Well," she continued, "things aren't happening in that order. My parents died young and now I have the land. I live alone on a farm just outside of town. And I realized, I don't need to follow the plan I made when I was 14. Plans change.”

“Ron, my mom had me when she was 19. My dad was 22. They were young, yes, but they grew up when they needed to. And by the time _I _was 18, my mom was my best friend. I don't want to be too old to have adventures with my kids and to understand their world. So yes, I'm sure. I want to start as soon as the good Lord lets me get knocked up. And I'm asking you to be the first guy to give it a shot.”

Now I didn't have to fake my surprise. Misty had just unloaded a lot on me, and I hadn't processed it all yet. I also noticed that she must have given this a whole lot of thought in the past 2 days. Something was bugging me about what she'd said, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was that made me uncomfortable. While I hesitated, Misty slowly reached up and took hold of the knot on her towel. With a simple tug, she pulled it open and let it fall to the bed. Whatever hesitation I had, whatever misgivings and unease remained, they could not withstand that last glorious argument. Misty's body – slightly plump, milky white, top heavy with a soft belly – Misty's body offered freely was all the argument I needed to convince me to move forward.

I stood up and removed my shirt. “How do you want me?” I asked.

Before my shorts were off, she had already scooted backwards and said, “The way it should be – me on my back, and you on top, protecting me, covering me, filling me.”

Damn. Misty had some very conservative, traditional views and desires, but they sure were hot when she said them.

“Do you need... or want... me to get you warmed up?” I asked, positioning myself between her legs and bending close to her thighs. Misty looked uncomfortable and closed her legs a bit.

“I'm not sure I'm ready to try that yet,” she explained, though I didn't understand exactly what she meant by that.

“May I kiss you?” I asked.

“I think I'd like that,” Misty shyly replied. For a woman with her legs open, asking to be impregnated, she seemed innocent and hesitant. I slid myself up next to her and put my hand only on one cheek, turning her face towards me as I moved my lips close. We touched, lightly, gently. Misty let me lead, setting the pace. She responded to everything I did, but she initiated nothing. I figured this was part of her plan – she had said something about “giving her body” to a man, I guess that meant letting him direct the show. Fine by me. I knew I had at least two encounters lined up for later in the day where I would be the passenger while the women asserted themselves on me.

My mind wandered as we kissed. Long minutes of gentle touch, Misty's hand on my cheek as mine was on hers. Unable to resist, I slipped my hand down lower and cupped the side of her breast. Misty gasped and closed her eyes. Her whole body tensed, then relaxed. She parted her lips but waited for me to resume our kissing. Moving my hand over her soft belly, I slipped it between her legs and cupped her mound. With one finger I moved back and forth across her entrance, teasing it with a fingertip and listening to her squeaks each time I started to press in a bit. Her lower hair was a light color and untrimmed. I continued dipping in for the reaction I would get, then rubbing around the outside.

Finally, she'd had enough. Misty reached down with both hands and grabbed mine. “No,” she said. “Not with your finger.” Directing my hand around to her hip, she left it there. Then, with a deep breath, she took my rod in a soft grip. “I want this to go in first.”

“I'm ready whenever you are,” I whispered, looking in her hazel eyes at what seemed to be fear and excitement. I suppose the fear was justifiable, given the life-altering choice she was making.

Misty nodded, never breaking eye contact with me. “Just... gently, please?”

“Of course,” I replied. The tone wasn't right for a rough fuck. This was making love. Making babies. This was tenderness, sweetness, and everything Misty could want. I rolled onto her, being careful not to put my weight on her yet. I took hold of my staff and ran it along her lips, spreading some moisture on the tip and trying to find the hole through which life would enter her. Once I had found the right spot, I lodged the tip in just a bit. Moving my hands, I wrapped my arms all the way around her body. One hand on her bottom, one gripping her shoulder.

“There's no turning back after this,” I warned her. Misty took a deep breath and nodded for me to continue. She closed her eyes and braced for my entry.

Watching her face, I pushed forward. Misty was tight, and my entry seemed to be rough for her. I pulled back a bit, then went forward again. I repeated the process quite a few times, her face twisting in discomfort. But as we worked at it, my cock became wetter and wetter until, with one strong jab I was deep inside. A few more seconds of probing and I was all the way in.

Misty took rapid, deep breaths. I hadn't expected the difficulty of entering her, and it was clear from the bulging veins in her neck that Misty had been uncomfortable, but for my part the tightness was outstanding. I waited inside her for a few moments, my cock happy in its new home. I did worry, though, that it might be difficult for Misty to cum if she was so uncomfortable.

“Ready for me to continue?” I asked.

She nodded. “Slowly,” she whispered.

Slowly it was. At first. Misty's breath hissed in through her nose as I withdrew, then rushed out with a grunt each time I re-entered. We repeated that cycle for a while until she grew slightly more comfortable. She opened her eyes, which were wet with tears. “Something wrong?” I asked, guiding our bodies as they rose and fall in time with my thrusts.

She gave me a wan smile. “You know, first time and all. It's supposed to hurt.”

Well that sure stopped my fucking motions. “First time? Like... first time first time?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “I told you – my plan was to save myself for the guy I would give my body to, but I'm off that script now.”

Oh shit. I felt rotten. I assumed any girl on a dating and hook-up app was at least a little bit experienced. But Misty really had been trying to find her man-for-life and got stuck as my obedient plaything. Here I was forcing her to play games about having my baby, and I just took the virginity she had been saving all her life. I took it in a game to satisfy my kink. And I was about to...

“Misty, what birth control were you using before this?” I asked.

She gave a chuckle. “Abstinence, silly.”

“And where in your cycle...?”

“The best possible time for what I want. Like, I could not have timed this weekend any better.”

“So you for real... this could get you pregnant?”

“That's the point, honey, now please keep at it. I don't want this to be all for nothing!”

I couldn't do it. I backed out and removed myself from her just broken entrance. A ring of blood surrounded the base of my cock. I started to push myself up, but Misty sprang into action. Her hips thrust up and locked her legs around my back. Her arms, too, encircled my back and pulled me down. Strong from years on the farm, Misty had me beat. Wagging her hips around, she tried to reconnect us. “No!” she insisted. “You're not finished yet. You promised!” With oaths and grunts between us, we struggled for almost a minute until I felt her tunnel embrace me again. Misty moaned loudly in pain at my reentry. But she nevertheless dropped her hips down and pulled me down with her.

I surrendered to the inevitable. My moral fiber had already been stretched too thin. I had already this weekend cum inside ten girls, who knows how many of them were safe? And my impregnation fantasy was amplified by the knowledge that I was going to be the first to cum inside this previously untouched, sexy as hell woman with the possibility of something really happening. Letting myself think of it that way, I started fucking her in earnest.

I was hard and horny and angry. I couldn't be expect to resist! Not when given power like this! No one in my place would be able to hold off much longer than I had in taking advantage of every woman he possibly could.

I didn't care about Misty cumming, I didn't care about her comfort. She was demanding this, she would get it.

The funny thing was, apparently Misty liked it rough.

“Oh, God, you're really fucking me hard,” she whined. “You're going to breed me, aren't you. You're my mate, my stud. You're... Oh God, I'm just you're little brood mare. I'm going to give you all the babies I can. Oh....FuuuuCK!” Misty started rubbing and pinching her fat nipples. “I'll give them milk... Oh God! I'll feed our little babies. Keep pounding me. Don't give up until you fill me with all your seed. I can take it. Ungh...Ungh... Ah... Ah... Ah... I was made to take it. This is what I'm for, my body is for your seed, that's why I have a pussy. That's why I have these boobs. I have hips for you to grab. Squeeze my ass if it helps. Just don't stop until I'm all filled up. Oh! Oh! Ohhh! Are you close? Please please please... hurry up.”

Who wouldn't be close after all that? When I felt my release about to take over, I grabbed Misty's face in one hand and **** her to look at me. My expression must have been frenzied. She stared in fear, and I spat out, “This is it, little girl. Be a good pussy and take my seed. Put it to good use, you hear?” She nodded vigorously. I went back to the position I had used to enter her. Arms all around her body, holding her close. Before, it had been intimate, now it was possessive. With hard, merciless lunges, I drove myself ball deep and grunted my release. Each pulse the potential of new life inside her.

“Feel that?” I asked breathlessly.

Misty was beyond answering. At some point as I was filling her up, she tipped over the edge herself, cumming amidst the insanity of her situation. The pulsing of my cock and the clenching of her pussy became indistinguishable, a single throbbing organ trying to squeeze life into being. For a while, we both sucked in air and continued to press our crotches towards each other.

Before pulling out, I grabbed a pillow and put it under her butt. She didn't move while I pulled out, my cock dripping our juices. She stayed there while I cleaned up in the bathroom. She held still while I got dressed.

I put a blanket over her and she didn't move. She just closed her eyes in zen-like acceptance of this new life. I walked out, leaving the door open for Olivia to come take a shower when she was ready. In the hallway, I stepped over the extended legs of Inez, who was sitting on the floor opposite my bedroom door, one hand between her legs, eyes crazed and unfocused. Poor girl wouldn't be able to cum without my sperm inside her. She'd be fine by the end of the day.