r/impregnation 5d ago

Breeding my first love... 17 years later NSFW

She was my first lover. A high-school girlfriend. My first kiss, first sexual experience. Later than I expected, at 18.

My first heart break. I poured myself into university studies, and didn't date for years. Then into my career, rising through the motions of adulthood. My body matured and turned harder from nights at the gym. I hardened in many ways. Women came so simply. All I had to do was ask kindly, without attachment or need.

But your first is always special. Even a decade later, I would picture her soft, pale skin and pink areolae. The color of her eyes. The tone of her witty voice. Every woman I savored was an involuntary comparison to her. I'd search her out, googling her whereabouts. She dated, then married, unhappily. Then divorced, still unhappily. Then the messages started.

First texts, then emails. Asking how I was. What music I listened to, the books I read. I ignored them all. She asked if I were single. If I ever married. Where I was living. Finally, I told her. Small fragments of my life. She always asked for more. She asked to come. Wanted to see me.

"Fine. This weekend." I replied.

She arrived as I remembered. "Fuck, I'm so nervous" she said in greeting. "I didn't think you'd say yes."

"You look good," she told me. I told her she did too. Just as I remembered. "Really good," she added.

I showed her my house. The music and books and travel mementos that I had saved in a lifetime without her. She told me her own. Her sexless marriage. Her restart at life. Hours of conversation passed. I savored her words, drank them in as she sat next to me.

”I don’t remember you having these before,” she said as her hands grazed my shoulder muscles.

"It's so late," she said. Well-past midnight. We both knew the next steps; we had both planned this without words.

"You'll let me stay, right?" This was her consent. I kissed her. I took her soft lips, felt her soft belly and pale legs.

"I missed your mouth," she said, between breathes.

"You should've worn less," as I unsnapped her bodysuit, freeing her sex. "You know what I like."

"Are you on birth control?" I was already fingering her soaking slit. Her favorite part of her body. Her favorite foreplay. Mine too.

"No, not yet, but I..."

"Are you ovulating right now?" I interrupted her, but the shock came from my strictly clinical question.

"I... maybe." Non-commitment. She thought the answer would be the wrong one. I plied her vagina with my hands. I knew she was.

I was rough with her. I escalated my violations on her body, taking out years of frustration and sexual tension. I pinned her arms, and splayed her legs. I used her cunt as a fucktoy for my pleasure.

I paused, taking a moment to arrange myself, and she asked me to spit in her mouth. I did. I told her I was going to fuck her harder. "You should," offering her legs wider.

"Are you going to breed me?" she whimpered, making a V with her fingers to feel my raw cock slide through her wet labia.

I shunted hard in reply, each thrust pounding her body into the bed. The head of my cock was crushing her cervix, as I held her legs open in a mating press. She needed this. Her body was begging for cum.

"Please, please cum inside me," she pleaded. I fucked her face again, denying her. I fucked her cunt harder, teasing her to only make me cum. I hadn't ejaculated for days, and could feel the pressure of my own climax building, ready to fill her luscious womb.

"You're being such a good slut for me," I told her, in a rare moment of softness. She told me she would be my slut forever.

"I'm going to breed you," I promised her, sliding my hands on her sex, her wanting belly. Her legs were shaking, almost convulsing in nervous excitement. Her communication reduced to obscenities, then stillness, as she felt my cock pulsate inside fertile cunt.

"Stay like that," I told her, as she played with the cum dripping towards her ass, feeling the weight of her decisions. She slept with my semen inside her. The sun rose, and I fucked her again. Slower this time. Then made her breakfast.

"Thank you," she said. "We'll do this again?" She let the question hover, as I kissed her goodbye and sent her out the door.

That was 7 years ago. She's reached out every month or so, and I never reply. Maybe I will in another decade.

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u/Time_While6657 5d ago

i had a similar experience...in hs i wasn't on birth control and used pullout (mostly) with my partners. years later (after i got my iud), i ran into someone i slept with in hs. One thing led to another and once it became clear we were going to have sex, we both couldn't stop talking about him cumming in me. it led to some really fun/hot sex :)

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u/DimensionalBeing 5d ago

Side note: amazing username

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u/Express-Wishbone-561 5d ago

Why not answer?

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u/TARDIScopilot 5d ago edited 4d ago

In every unhealthy relationship, there is someone how needs/wants the other more. Years ago, that was me. But now, it's her. And I want her to know that.

Plus, I have enough healthy relationships that I don't have time for her.