That I'm going to knock her up

“I’m gonna knock you up, bus slut,“ I growled, feeling myself come very close now, “I’m gonna fill you with my baby juice and get you pregnant.” I smiled, triumphant, as I pulled my head back and began extremely rapid thrusts, as deep inside as I could get.

“Oh shit, he’s just switched off my inhibitor! He’s gonna try to get me preggers! You might be getting a grandchild! I hope it’s a boy… If my baby’s cock is as good as his father’s I’ll be a very happy mom! Mmmm, he’s shooting inside me, just filling your little girl with man cream. It’s a hell of a load, I’d say he’s probably managed to knock me up! I’m going to be a mommy, mommy!”

The thought of being impregnated by a stranger pushed her over the edge again into another shaking orgasm, just as my own finished. I let go of her body, and her legs collapsed under her, sending the girl to her knees. I took the opportunity to wipe of my still dribbling cock in her gorgeous hair. Our baby was going to be really good looking.

I’ve lost count of how many women I’ve inseminated over the years. Most men install their women with a pregnancy inhibitor, allowing them to take any amount of cum without getting knocked up. It’s a personal choice though, and by no means universal - some men enjoy having their family impregnated by all and sundry. Annie Davis next door, for example, didn’t have one, and it was something of a neighborhood contest to put a bun in that oven before her dad did. There was actually a pool going about the latest father - everyone was eagerly awaiting the DNA test there!

Still, most women had them, preventing babies resulting from casual encounters. However, soon after the invention of the inhibitors there were protests against their use. The main objection was that they went against the rights of men over women’s bodies - men should be allowed to impregnate whoever they wanted! This obvious ethical issue was solved by the inclusion of a back-door in the inhibitor: if a man told a woman that he was going to knock her up, the inhibitor would deactivate for a brief period, allowing his seed a chance to take root. This elegant compromise pleased all parties - men could lower the chances of their women being seeded, while those who enjoyed knocking up random sluts could still have their shot.

I don’t much fancy having a whiny baby in my house, so I make sure to keep mom and Celia’s inhibitors on at all times. So far, we’ve been lucky, and neither of them have been knocked up by anonymous sperm. I love leaving women with my baby inside them though, so I make sure to switch off the inhibitors of any cumdump I get off inside. What can I say, it’s a hobby!