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