Yes, by accident.

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "I mean, I kinda had an accident on a balance beam once. I slipped and crotched myself, and it popped me. My friends wouldn't stop teasing me about it for the rest of the year, and I couldn't sit down without wincing for like..."

I blushed harder as I realised I was rambling on about more information than I necessarily needed to give out. Luckily, he must've found it cute, because he kissed his way back up my body, unbuttoning my shirt so he could plant kisses on my bare skin, and made his way to my lips. I moaned in his mouth as our tongues dragged across one another, my legs repositioning around his waist, and found my eyes widening at the sound of his pants being unzippered. I looked down, letting out a tiny sigh of relief when he put a condom on over his shaft.

"Relax, missy," the big guy assured me. "You're hot, but not hot enough to risk going in raw."

I bit my lip and nodded, watching as he slowly pushed his cock inside me. Like I'd said, my hymen had been broken for a couple of years, but I'd never had a penis inside me. I'd fingered myself plenty of times before and after the balance beam incident, and, on a drunken dare, I let one of my friends eat me out before, but I'd never had a guy's dick inside. I held the fence as tightly as I could as he started to rock his hips, thrusting deep in me. I mewled in his ear like the little whore he was making me, locking my legs tighter around his waist as he started to speed up, my panties bouncing from my ankle. He was actually doing pretty well holding himself back for somebody who was clearly living out his schoolgirl fetish for the first time. I found myself feeling thankful to him for that, even if he was a perverted idiot fucking a girl young enough to be his daughter.

After a couple of minutes, I felt my client pulling himself free of my legs and turning me around. I bent myself forward a bit, clinging to the fence tightly as he started taking my pussy doggy style, his balls smacking my clit with each thrust. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head and my knees shook hard as he went faster and deeper inside me, sending me into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. I could feel the metal of the chain link fence press harder against my fingers as I clung to it, shaking it as I was pound into.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna blow my load!" he grunted between clenched teeth. "Tell me where you want it!"

My eyes widened at that question, and time seemed to slow down. As good as this felt, truth is, I wanted more. If he pulled out, I wasn’t getting any more. But if he kept it in, there was a chance, even a slim chance, that the condom wouldn’t hold, and I could get pregnant.