Sex is Better if its Risky

I'd seen her at the bar across from campus near my office a few times. My perfect type, young, tight, and exuding sexuality.  After watching her for a few weeks, I finally walked up and started chatting.

Turns out she was a bit younger than I had thought -- only 22.  It was her senior year of college, but she had plans on going to law school.  

We chatted quite a bit over the next couple of hours.  I was impressed, not only was this girl hot, she had her head on straight, was intelligent...crap I kind of liked her (makes lying about who you are, trying to knock them up, and leaving not as great of an option).  O well, I haven't had a relationship I enjoyed in a while.  I asked her out, she said yes.

We went out several times over the next couple of weeks, including this past Sunday at Cinco de Mayo.  She had her fills of margaritas and she started asking me about my fantasies.  I danced around the topic for a while giving bland answers (screwing in public, 24 hours of straight sex, etc.), not really wanting to scare her off with talks of risky sex with tons of girls (most women find that offensive).

On the uber right back to her place, she said, "I want to tell you about mine, but don't get freaked out."  I was curious.  She pulled out her cell phone, and holy crap, pulled up her old TUMBLR blog -- which had many of my old posts on it.

"I want to get girls pregnant," she said.  "I became pledge captain with the hope of finding ways to screw with the pledges birth control, getting them with a guy, and getting them knocked up."

"Do, you think that's weird?"

All I did was pull up my BDSMLR blog and show it to her.  She turned red, then shoved her tongue down my throat and told me I was coming in her house with her (woohoo).

Once inside, she complained, "the problem is, modern birth control packets are basically tamper proof.  I've looked at them. I can get to them in the girls rooms and in their stuff, but if you take pills out, you can tell, if you grind them up, its easy to tell, and if you take them away, they can just go get more."

At this point, I looked at her, and said "it's really not that hard.  I found a way to deal with that years ago."

She grinned from ear to ear and told me, "tell me after you're finished getting lucky."

As soon as we got inside, she took off her top, grinned up at me, shook her tits, and asked if I liked what I saw.  And told me to take off my pants and come over.

She was a little surprised by what came out, but in a good way.

I was reminded why I like younger women.  Girls over 35 just can't give a blowjob like that.

It wasn't long though until I had to have her.  I picked her up, tossed her onto her couch and slid inside.

God she felt good.  Tight, wet.....I can never get enough of that feeling.  I hope I can keep this one around for a while.  And then she started to cum.  Over and over.  This one was a firecracker.  Feeling a girl orgasm on your naked cock is easily the best feeling in the world -- the heart, the moisture, the clenching, and watching her moan and writhe.

She wanted to be on top (who was I too object?)

She then looked at me and said "cum inside me."  Normally I want to last longer, but not with this one.  Two seconds later I was coating her insides with a healthy dose of cum.

After we finished she looked at me with a twinkle and said "I am on birth control.  I have no desire to ruin my life...just the lives of others.  Now tell me how we can get these girls knocked up and I'll keep fucking you within an inch of your life and make sure you're the one impregnating all of them."

(to be continued).