You're a guy, you've jacked off enough times to know when a guy's about to cum.

You can handle this.

It's not ideal, but you've came enough to know when a man's about to cum, or at least, you think you do.

"Hey, let me know before you cum okay, I'm not on the pill." You say, your voice shaky as the unfamiliar feminine tone flows from your lips.

"Aight bitch, I got baby mommas already I don't need another one." He responds, his voice somewhat muffled through the thin wall. Gross. Absolutely disgusting. You're about to have sex with someone's father. Multiple people's father. The male side of your mind reels from the indignity and disgust you feel, but something about the idea arouses your body even further, the idea of having your pussy pumped and dumped by a virile male. Almost as if you were out-competing his baby mommas.

Pressing your hands against the far wall, you brace yourself to sink down onto his completely bare rod, unprotected and unsafe except for the word of a stranger and your own inexperience. Lining yourself up and pushing backwards, the head presses heavily against your pink lips before catching the lubrication of your juices and sliding into you. You feel the stretching, but no pain. You're too aroused for that. Slowly backing up until most of his cock is inside of you, you take one hand off of the wall and place it on your flat and athletic white teenage belly, there's a piece of meat inside of you right now that could destroy your entire life with one twitch. The idea drove you wild, the thrill, the fear, the potential for horror.

Riding him slowly, biting your lower lip and savoring every inch as it drew in and out of your tight pussy, the lips gripping him like a fist, you're only aroused from your reverie after a couple of minutes when you start to notice him changing pace and becoming more jerky.