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Chapter 14 by Manbear Manbear

Pull out? Or fill her up and deal with the consequences later?

Oh fuck!

I cannot come close to describing how good it feels to be deep inside this teenage pussy. The way she gasps and wiggles under me only adds to the feelings of pleasure and control.

“That's right you horny old goat.” Alison groans as I fuck her, “I bet you like pounding my tight young body.” Then her voice changes a little. “Not even Coach Anderson made me feel like this.”

“Take it, you nasty whore!” I growl down at her, “Take every inch of my cock and see what a real man does to a teasing skank.”

For maybe another thirty seconds I pound her as hard as I can, imagining that she is the kind of tease who spread her legs at any chance she got. With each hard thrust she lets out a grunt of pleasure, so I know Alison is as into this as I am.

“You're mine now, you little slut. Your hot teenaged womb is mine too.” To be honest I'm not sure if it is my pretty Christian tenant who is worried about getting knocked up or if she is trying to act like a nasty skank and make me lose my cool.

“You are on the pill aren't you, Miss Miller.” Her small hands cling to my shoulders and in spite of her protests I can feel her pelvis rocking against me with each thrust. “Anyone that fucks as many men as you must surely on birth control, right?”

“That's right, Mr. Patterson.” Her gasp of pleasure should warn me how far lost she is in this fantasy of hers, but by now I'm not thinking very clearly either. “You can't knock me up no matter how much of your seed you plant in me, Sir.”

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But Alison is not really that slut on birth control, she's a good Christian girl and if I'm not careful I'm going to go too far. It's crazy, but the idea of my seed fertilizing an egg and a baby growing in her has an undeniable appeal. The rational side of me knows that fathering a child at sixty would be wildly irresponsible, but there is a primitive need to procreate that is wired into our male DNA and throughout history old men like me have searched out fertile wombs to breed.

“That's too bad, you little slut.” I whisper coarsely as I push in even deeper. “I'd like to see your belly get fat with a baby.” Her hips buck under mine in a futile attempt to dislodge me. “I'd like to see your titties fat and dripping with milk.” I'm a little embarrassed to admit that Alison's squirming is turning me on even more. As deep as I am, the head of my penis must surely be wedged right up against her cervix when, with an urgent grunt, I lose control. Two full streams of cum shoot out before I come to my senses (no pun intended) and with a grunt I pull out, even as another jet of my semen is deposited within her.

She is laying spread open beneath me, still trying to understand what just happened. As I watch, I see a slow trickle of pearly seed ooze from inside her. While keenly aware of the implications, I feel a primitive sense of satisfaction at seeing this beautiful young blonde filled by with cum. As I said before, there is something inherently satisfying for a male to see his seed planted in the womb of a ripe young woman.

“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison gasps in a mixture of fear, confusion and excitement, “did you do it inside me?”

“I'm afraid so, Honey. I just couldn't stop in time.” With a sudden thought, I grip her shoulders and shake her gently until her swirling eyes meet mine. “This is important, Alison. When was your last period?” My naive tenant is even more confused than ever.

“What?” Clearly this is a question she wasn't expecting to ever have from anyone other than perhaps her doctor - certainly not from a man.

“Your cycle, Honey. When did you have your last period?”

Is there an egg waiting for my swimmers?

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