Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

From: an557846@anon.penet.fi

Date: Thu, 28 Mar 1996 13:13:56 UTC

Subject: Condom Trickery 2 ***





WARNING - Material following is for adults only.







Single mothers seem fatally attracted to men like me who just get

them into more difficulties. 



Every Friday I would visit Tania in her home, one of the simple

cream-brick bungalows that make up the outer suburbs of an

Australian city . I helped her income and in return enjoyed the

tantalising luxury of a periodically fertile girl who let me

spurt out as much sperm as I liked inside her warm flesh. So

near, yet so far. Her only demand was that I use condoms: "I've

been caught twice now... once can be bad luck, but twice and they

start to look at you like there's something wrong. Anyway, you

don't want to have to pay out more for one of your own", she

teased.  



We might have been a married couple as we watched TV until her

daughter Kylie and baby Paul were asleep.  Some bachelors might

have been turned off by this game of "mother and fathers", but I

found it exciting to watch Tania cooing over her baby, the scent

of talcum and the sight of feeding bottles, bibs and nappies

stimulated me. This natural mother might someday care for my own

baby as well.



And then she would lead me into her bedroom.  She was embarrassed

to be seen nude, but out of her sloppy jeans and sweater she had

the figure of a classical Venus.  She would stretch out so that

our bodies touched from head to toe.  I would slide both hands

around her waist and down the fullness of her nates, or caress

her heavy breasts; she always pretended to be in a trance and let

me do whatever I wanted. Soon I'd be astride her soft curves, my

penis and scrotum cushioned on her belly, her hand listlessly

stroked my hairy genitals as if they were some kind of pet

animal. 



In our usual routine, I'd let her see me roll on the condom and

she would part her thighs; soon her firm abdomen would shake with

my slow thrusts, but she'd give herself passively, the only way

she knew. 



                                 ----



Maybe I was over-confident when Tania's next ovulation came due. 

It was a warm spring night, she lay beneath me in dim lamplight

bursting with health and fertility; and I risked everything for

the ultimate prize. I took out a condom but dropped it beside the

bed and rolled nothing but lubricant over my penis.  She noticed

nothing wrong as I carefully slipped seven inches of naked flesh

into her; I was more gentle and restrained than ever as my glans

nuzzled the yielding cushion of her cervix.  This unfamiliar but

devoutly longed-for sensation galvanised my nerves and I

struggled to hold back the mounting pressure of semen.  There was

still not a twitch from her vagina to hint at her awareness of

me, yet that divine muscular tube closed around my shaft

whose every distended vein I seemed to visualise like some crazy

neon sculpture.  



Tania never suspected she was feeling my naked flesh and not some

richly-textured rubber.  I was patient, and then rewarded by her

unexpected response: something she would never speak of, hidden

under her flesh within the secrecy of her bed.  At last, I knew

the wringing sweetness of Tania Johnson's vaginal contractions.  



I led her to a plateau of contentment from which time and again

we would scale peaks of intensity which made us gasp for breath.

When she spread her plump thighs further apart and wrapped her

legs round mine, I could feel she was gathering her strength for

the big climax of the night which would leave her fulfilled.  



Now I could indulge in thoughts of babies which set my own organ

throbbing; her fleshy tube answered with its strongest spasm yet. 

Again I thrust, intent on squirting every drop into the womb. She

gave a little moan as if guessing my intent, and all at once I

was overflowing, trying to keep my aim despite the incandescent

ecstasy with which the moment was blessed. 



Tania found her voice "David, darling, please... I could make you

so happy, I could give you a child of your own.  Oh, I want

another baby, please understand," she blurted out . "Oh, a

BABY!!".  



But she had spoken too loudly. All at once there was a noise

beside us and Tania was twisting out of my embrace.  "Mummy,

Mummy, what's he doing?" Kylie was giggling.  



Tania jerked her pelvis away from me, and we all stared in shock

at my naked penis squishing out the last of its load across her

tummy. 



Kylie realised that something was terribly wrong, and began to

cry with bewilderment, and then I saw that her mother was also

sobbing with frustration. "No, I don't believe it...not another

fatherless kid.  But.... you promised!".  She stumbled to the

bathroom, and I saw her massive hips straddling the bath as she

frantically tried to flush out her vagina with water from the

tap.



I tried to calm her, but she sobbed, "Haven't you done enough

already?"  She cuddled Kylie protectively and took her back to

her room.  When she reappeared in the bedroom doorway, "Well",

she said quietly, "how long have you been doing this to me?"  



"I'm so sorry, Tania.  I must have forgotten in the excitement of

the moment - I'm sure it's never happened before."



All our time together she had carried a burden of secrets; now

she let it all out. There had been no-one she could confide in.

How she had to keep our relationship secret from her mother, from

the neighbours and most of all from her daughter whom she wanted

to bring up properly. "I don't know what this fright will do to

Kylie, and I guess you don't care about that anyway.  Just don't

bother me again."



I never found out if I'd succeeded - naturally, Tania didn't know

my real name.





David