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 tantalizing 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 galvanized 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 visualize
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 realized 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 neighbors 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
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