This is the tale of a man and his crazy girlfriend. Katie is not such an average girlfriend - neither in lust nor madness is she lacking for her often off-guard boyfriend. Things were beginning to settle down into a silly but manageable routine for them, until that fateful day when Katie added baby crazy to her list of manias. Ambushing her boyfriend with a Christmas present he certainly cannot resist, will he be able to escape the holiday season without knocking up his sexy girlfriend, or will he be losing his mind as well?
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My girlfriend is crazy.
Oh don’t get me wrong! She’s a great girl – She’s the kindest person I know, adorable beyond words, and horny as a minx in heat. But what I mean to say is: My Katie is crazy.
I know, I know, I shouldn’t say that the love of my life is missing a few screws. But maybe if I tell you about her you’ll understand that my lovely Katie is more than just a little weird.
I should start by how we met. I thought I met her near the middle of my first semester in college when she sat next to me in Intro to Economics, wearing that short green skirt and the t-shirt that had across her breasts, “Just Say You’re Reading This When I Catch You.” I’d know, because I did exactly that when she turned to me with her distinct wide-eyed grin. At least, that’s when I thought I met her.
Actually, she met me at the start of the semester. Well, ‘meet’ isn’t entirely correct. More like she stalked me since glimpsing me at orientation. Before the week was up she’d memorized my class schedule, learned my bus route, and found a nice clear view into my apartment just outside my bedroom window. When she told me months later she said she was, “Getting to know me,” which was more reasonable than saying hello or shaking hands.
Most days after cheerleading practice she’d ride the bus right behind me and find her spot outside my window with her binoculars after I went inside. She told me she liked to watch me change and come back from the shower, and only then I realized what a bad idea it was to leave the blinds open when strutting around with just a towel… And sometimes less than that.
After working her schedule around mine and getting into every class I had, she eventually caught my attention with that shirt and smile. Then she caught me at my doorstep around midnight that same day – in the rain, in her soaked skimpy cheerleading outfit, and asked to sleep over. I, being a proper gentleman, couldn’t let a damsel in distress suffer in the rain like that, so I took her in thinking we might get to be friends or maybe after a few dates something more. It took her throwing her more-than-soaked panties in my face and crawling into my bed for me to realize she didn’t want to be just friends, or have me take the couch that night.
She said her name was Katie between gasping and slurping around my cock. It was lucky she got that much out considering she was a natural deepthroater. With those bright doe eyes of hers looking up at me as her throat struggled to swallow me, she was even more lucky I didn’t drown her in cum right then. My roommate was out that weekend, thankfully – Katie has two volumes when she’s fucking: moaning loud and screaming louder. Maybe that’s what made her such a good cheerleader, at least that’s what I thought when she told me all about her training while she laid on top of me with her back to my chest and posted her hips steadily and mercilessly on my cock. Turns out she absolutely loses it when I squeeze her tits from behind, and doesn’t mind when I push her head into the pillows to drown out her screams so the neighbors didn’t complain. In fact, I think she kind of likes that too…
That girl stayed with me all weekend, unwrapping condoms like they were Hersey’s Kisses and testing out the structural integrity of just about every piece of furniture with me (rest in peace old beanbag chair…). On Sunday after another couple of post-shower fuck sessions, Katie turned to me and asked to be my girlfriend. I had thought it was somewhat implied after she begged me to cum in her hair the one time, but not in Katie’s strange mind. Needless to say we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend after a weekend of raw and honestly random fucking, and when I said it Katie smiled ear to ear and dived under the covers to kiss her new boyfriend. It took awhile before she came up for air that time.
So that’s how we became girlfriend and boyfriend, Katie and I. Now normally you’d think we’d go out on a few dates before banging each other’s brains out, or at least know each other’s full names before fucking like bunnies on death row. But that just isn’t the way Katie does things, and I soon learned that my girlfriend was more than a little eccentric, especially from the story of this Christmas.
We’d been going steady for two years by then, and by steady I mean nearly every day Katie would surprise me with another bit of her… personality. It took awhile to get used to taking notes and fingering her at the same time in class and to keep up with homework while she was busy grinding on my lap, but somehow I managed. I don’t know how but she always kept her grades up and exuded her bubbly self at cheerleading despite having kept me up all night ‘studying anatomy’. She’s an art major after all.
Anyway, the point is her madness took on a new level just last August. I think I can trace it back to when she was spending the night while my roommate was camped out in his room. My apartment was modeled after a roomy cardboard box while hers (while actually habitable in the long-term) was occupied with her two roommates Molly and Lauren and whatever boys or girls they’d snared for their weekend depravities. So we had to be discrete with our ‘studying’, which meant cranking up the TV and trying to resist bashing the headboard too hard or frequently against the wall.
I hadn’t noticed what was playing on the TV at the time, since I was too focused on slapping my girlfriend’s amazing ass against my hips. It makes such a distinct light *pop* each time I drive into her from behind... But Katie did notice. In fact she seemed to be watching it so intently that it totally absorbed her. She was frozen on her hands and knees, silent and wide-eyed, and that turned me on like crazy since she usually has such a dirty and loud mouth when it comes to fucking doggy-style.
The documentary playing I realized later was one of those weekend sexy-edgy pieces to get the viewers, and it was all about human mating. My adorable Katie stared unblinking at the screen as an internal camera caught the moment of insemination, stylized with the couple grunting and rutting right to the end as the narrator commented on the sheer volume of ejaculate a man will produce when he knows she is fertile.
Katie shivered. She shivered under my hands while I seized her ass and plowed into her even harder. But while I was getting close to the edge from just my girlfriend’s hot pussy and beautiful glistening back, she was watching millions of the man’s sperm careening towards the woman’s glowing egg on screen. Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to my girlfriend cumming with me during sex – it happens all the time. But when a sperm slipped into that glowing egg, she erupted. I mean that my Katie, normally such a screamer, instead had her mouth gaping and eyes rolled back in her head, quivered like a leaf from head to toe, and then gushed all over my cock and over my bed. And she just kept cumming, and long after I’d cum myself and was pulling out she was prone on my bed, still quavering and panting and squirming.
I’m pretty sure that’s when Katie got baby crazy. And when I say got baby crazy, I mean more like got third-degree breeding madness. Every night after Katie would beg me to forget the condoms. Though tempting, since I’d often imagined plunging bare into that soft-shaven pussy, I knew Katie was notoriously bad at staying on the pill – especially then, since I found her humming a tune one day as she dropped her pills one by one into the toilet and flushed them away. A few weeks of refusing her that and I found that my box of ribbed condoms had been strung together by their tips to make a multi-colored skirt for hips just as wide as Katie’s. I would know – she was wearing it when I got back from class that day, and she graciously offered me a thoroughly torn one so I could, “Be safe and all.” Though I have to admit, her dancing around in the thing like a tribal wild-woman inspired the fastest condom-run I’d ever done in my life.
Having to hide my stash of condoms from Katie’s art projects wasn’t all that happened either. Her roommate Molly’s cat had kittens around the start of December, and I found Katie with them one day with no shirt, trying to nurse them. When I told her that they weren’t going to get any milk out of her anytime soon, she scowled at me and said, “Yeah, and whose fault is that?” I actually felt bad for a moment before snapping out of it. No way I’d knock up my girlfriend so she could feed hungry kitties, right?
That’s not even to mention how I’d find her every other day prancing around my apartment in her cheerleading skirt and a tight t-shirt, made tighter by the small pillow she’d stuffed into it. “Oh lover!” She’d laugh and dance to me, “See what you did to my tummy? I’m going to be a mommy! I’m going to have your baby! Quick quick! Feel what you did to my tummy!” Oh yeah, and she’d be wet and pantyless while she did it. And I mean wet – her clear cum would be streaked all down her thighs by the time I got back, and the neon-colored culprit was usually nearby in a small puddle itself.
When I’d inevitably get turned on my by sexy girlfriend’s charms and manage to sneak on a condom, she’d still lock her legs behind my hips and scream, “Do it! Spray my little eggs with your sperm. Make me a cute little mommy!” as if I was filling her with my spunk right then and there. I was scared more than a few times that her clenching pussy would tear my condom right off the way she came!
It all came to a head Christmas Eve. Our little party at her place was just wrapping up, after we had covered the floor and tables with crumpled wrapping paper and emptied egg nog cartons. Molly and Lauren had already stumbled off to bed – the same bed mind you – and it was just Katie and I laughing and cuddling on the floor next to the couch.
“Hey, you’ve still got a present for me.” Katie said. She laid against my chest with all the little toys I gave her, both the cute and the naughty, strewn out in front of her.
“Erm, I do?” I peeked over her shoulder at her multi-colored and partially vibrating pile of goodies, “No no, I think you got everything… Unless your roommates took one.” I could hear them already going at it in their room. No modesty at all, really.
Katie giggled and wrapped my arms around her like a blanket, “Mm-mm, you do. I’m sure you have another present to give me… But first,” she slipped my hands down her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “You’ve got to unwrap one more little present of mine.” God damn, Katie knew how to press my buttons. It was lucky I didn’t launch her off my lap with how fast I got hard. She snuggled against my growing member as I fondled her modest, firm tits.
“So, should I unwrap you here or wait till Santa comes later?” Thoughts of how strangely hot my Katie’s tits were tonight danced through my head, and I’m sure she could tell by the way my cock gouged along her spine and I was already eager for her present.
“Nuh-uh! You’re being too naughty for Santa to come tonight!” Katie pulled my hands out of her shirt and defended them from my sneaky fingers. After her modesty was sufficiently upheld, she tilted her head back and gave me her sly wide-eyed smile upside-down, “But Mrs. Clause will be coming for a naughty boy with something nice to unwrap in my bedroom real soon.” She stood up and stretched, offering up a great view as she wiggled about and made those adorable “nughh” sounds.
“Ohhh, I see… I can’t let Miss Clause go without a chimney to slide down tonight, can I?” I knew mine was more than ready for it, especially with Katie’s ass shaking right in front of me clad in my boxers from last night.
“Nope. She’s very eager to get her stockings filled tonight,” Katie said as she danced towards the bathroom. With a giggle and one last look back, she disappeared behind the door.
I chuckled and found my feet again. I’m not quite sure how I managed to carry all those toys back into her room or do so with such a raging boner as I had right then, but I made it and plopped down onto the bed. Everything was so cute and innocent in there, belying how she really was in rooms with queen-sized beds available. Or just enough floor space honestly… I dug into my pocket and found a condom. Just one tonight, so I knew I had to make it count. The rest of my clothes found their way to the floor, and I lounged back while I listened for Katie’s return over the moaning and giggling coming from her roommates through the thin wall.
The bathroom door creaked open, the light clicked off, and I heard the distinct tapping of high-heeled boots stepping down the hall. I swear my heart stopped for a good three seconds when the bedroom door opened. Standing in the doorway was my Katie, fully dressed up in the sexiest Santa outfit I’d ever seen. Dark black boots that hugged close to her skin rose up to just under her knees, her bare thighs only barely hidden by the short red velvet skirt with white fur trim hanging around her hips. Still it proved too short to conceal the black and red lacy panties just under it. The top didn’t even come close to covering her streamlined midsection and came just halfway down her chest – the bright red corset zig-zagged with white lace strings pushed out her bare cleavage over matching white fur. She cocked out her hip and sucked lazily on a candycane, those bright eyes of hers wandering over my now steely dick.
“How’s this? Do you like your naughty Christmas slut tonight?” Katie purred, tracing her lips with the candy cane. I was speechless for once – well, she’d been able to do it to me before, but this time really tied down my tongue.
“Mmmm, looks like I’m not the only naughty one here, huh?” Criss-crossing her steps, Katie sauntered onto the edge of the bed and crawled up like a cat. She’d watched too many strip dance movies with me – or maybe just enough. “Ohhh yeah, you’re definitely on my naughty list with this big bare cock…” She grasped it and ran her lithe fingers down my length. I groaned and nearly forgot everything, but then from the back of my mind I remembered: Katie definitely wasn’t one to remember condoms.
“Here,” I managed, holding up the tinfoil wrapper. She lifted her eyes towards it, and scowled. “Heh heh, don’t worry Mrs. Clause – Your present just needs to be wrapped up, remember?” Katie blinked at me, and then a wicked grin spread across her face, the same one I got so used to when an especially naughty idea came to her.
“Ooooh, that’s right! Silly you, forgetting to wrap up your package for me. Well, lucky for you, Mrs. Clause is eager to help you out.” She stretched forward, rubbing her bare belly up along my chest and planted a kiss on my lips before snatching up the condom in her teeth. I could have easily lost it right there, but I held back knowing how much better this show was going to get. Good thing I didn’t cum either I thought – she was grinding her pussy hard against my cock with those thin silky panties as she toyed with the condom. Painting those black panties white then would get me in the fatherly way for sure.
The extra-thin condom stuck precariously on her pouting lips, held there by my girlfriend’s wide grinning teeth. Sliding further down after her pussy left an extra warm and slimy trail along my shaft, she dipped down and expertly took my member into her mouth. I could feel her working her tongue and teeth, inch by inch unrolling the condom down my pulsing dick. Definitely just enough stripper movies. I would have been afraid of her tearing the condom by the way she drug her teeth along it if it wasn’t such a hot sight and sensation.
“Mmmmm,” Katie moaned around my cock, taking me all the way to the base. Her tongue ran all over my cock – dully I felt her warm saliva absolutely coating my length through the latex. For the brief moment I regretted having to use a condom, especially with my girlfriend staring up at me with a dreamy look and my shaft halfway down her throat. Maybe I could, just this once… No I thought, I can’t risk it, not even this time. Something in the back of my mind told me now more than ever I had to be careful about knocking up my crazy hot girlfriend.
With a loud sucking pop she came up off my cock, now perfectly wrapped up in the bright condom. “There,” Katie sighed, admiring her mouthwork, “All wrapped up, just like a perfect present should be.”
“God Katie…” I groaned. Half of me wanted to close my eyes and enjoy how my girlfriend was rubbing her wet pussy along my thigh, but the other half couldn’t stand to not look at my ‘naughty Christmas slut’. As I looked up at her, she stopped staring at my cock to meet my eyes. And that look – I don’t know why I did, since I didn’t know what she intended then, but just looking into my girlfriend’s wild eyes then, I shuddered.
The roommates were really going at it. Their bed thumped against the wall – they definitely stole at least one of Katie’s toys. Katie turned to look, and for a few moments we listened to their muffled wails and dirty words as they gave each other a good fucking. It would have been funny if it wasn’t turning us on even more.
“They’re really going at it aren’t they?” I said.
“Yeah… They really are going nuts,” Katie turned back to me with that same wild-eyed look on her face, “Don’t you want to be like that?”
“I’d be lying hard if I said no to that.”
“You’re already hard - and lying, naughty boy.” She traced her fingers down my chest as her wet pussy drenched my leg.
“True enough. Now how about I unwrap my present first-” I lifted her skirt, but in a flash she flew back, coming down again to rub her cheek along my twitching member.
“Nu-uh, naughty boys have to wait until good girls go first,” Katie said.
“Um, but I’m already totally unwrapped…” The room started to feel really close, and Katie’s steady unblinking stare didn’t help.
“Not quite.” Katie said, and licked the condom from base to tip. She was smirking – I caught her drift.
“Katie, we can’t do that!”
“I’m not Katie, I’m Mrs. Clause. And I always unwrap my presents.” She kept her eyes on mine as she closed her teeth around the latex tip.
“Katie! Seriously, we can’t fuck without that-” Her eyes flashed, and with clenched teeth she yanked back. The ultra-thin latex didn’t stand a chance. It split open along its whole length like tissue paper, down to the very base. Katie gasped and jumped back.
“Oh my! It’s exactly what I wanted this year! Bare boyfriend cock…” Before I could even process what just happened she had stripped the remnants of the condom from my turgid member and threw them aside. There was no way it would have caught anything but air at that point, and especially not my sperm.
“Fuck Katie, now we have to find another one.”
“Oh no no no, I love this one right here,” She said, kissing my cock all over. “I can’t imagine having another one replace it.” She started going down on me, muddling my thoughts as I fought to keep my focus.
“No, a condom! We can’t have sex unprotected. You’re… you’re not on the pill Katie...”
“Mmmm,” Her slurping and sucking filled my ears and crept into my mind, “Isn’t that exciting?”
“N-no! I can’t… ugh, I can’t risk that. You can’t risk that Katie!”
“Maybe Katie can’t, but Mrs. Clause can…” She let go of my cock after she’d thoroughly coated it in saliva. Licking her lips she threw her wet panties onto my chest and crawled up into position.
“Katie! We’re not roleplaying anymore – this is serious!”
“Who said we were roleplaying?” Katie’s wide eyes burned bright, just as they had done before to freeze the blood in my veins. She was serious I realized, and she was having one of her moments where reason wouldn’t reach her. “Ooooh, now Mister Naughty Boy,” She lowered herself till her dripping pussy lips caught the tip of my member, “Mrs. Clause is going to get her stocking filled with your presents tonight!”
“Wait! Don’t Kat-!” My hands couldn’t move fast enough. Before I could stop her, she thrust down and took me in to the hilt. For the first time in my life I was inside a woman totally bare. And I liked it.
“Mmmm!” Katie groaned through her teeth above me, “God, you’re definitely going up on the naughty list now…” Without hesitation she pumped her hips steady but hard, taking care to spread her hot juices all over me. My hands found her hips, but I couldn’t bring myself to pry her off. I could have if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I didn’t want her to stop her hot grinding dance, despite the icy fear flooding through me.
“I’ll – I’ll pull out…” I mumbled and arched back some as her velvet folds clenched around me. I was already so damn close, but my resolve had weakened. I had to fuck her, bare or not! Katie meanwhile kept up her pace, posting up and down while toying with her tight corset. Lace by lace, she untied it as her hair fell messily over one eye.
“Mmm-mmm-mmm,” she shook her head, “Mrs. Clause wants her present nice and deep inside her,” She shivered and thrust down particularly hard, “Ohhh! I want your cum inside me. I want your – your¬…!” But she couldn’t finish. Her nails dug into my chest as she came, fighting for enough breath to scream out her pleasure at the same time. I wasn’t easy on her either – I felt like I could crush her from how hard I gripped her hips then, trying to hold back from filling her up as her hot tight hole milked my cock like a gulping vice. I wouldn’t have been able to pull her off if I wanted to then, or even pull out.
She started to come down, thankfully right before I had lost my own battle. My balls surged for release and my shaft jerked and pulsed hard inside my girlfriend’s bare cunt. Just a little more and I would have given in, I knew it. But Katie collapsed on my chest, panting hard, with her corset just barely clinging onto her sweaty chest. Slowly, carefully, after I got a nice feel of Katie’s tight ass under her skirt of course, I tried to roll her over…
But no! Katie snapped back to attention in an instant. In a flash she had my wrists above my head and was grinning ear to ear right over me. “Ooh ho ho! Trying to take advantage of Mrs. Clause huh? You’re going to have to give me a nicer present than that if you want to be the top of the naughty list!”
“Katie, I nearly came in you-” I couldn’t even finish without her pussy quivering on my cock and her eyes fluttering towards the ceiling, “Katie! I have to pull out. I’m not going to be able to last without cumming in you.”
“Yesss! Cum in me!” Katie threw her hair back wildly and started fucking me, leaning in close as she half growled and half moaned, “Cum inside me. Fill me with your naughty sperm. Plant your present deep inside me, right here in my tummy!” She made sure to slide her taut belly against me then, the belly she wanted so desperately to be filled with my cum. My fertile cum.
“You’ll get pregnant!” I cried. I felt my cum boiling. The edge approached fast.
“Pregnant! Oh fuck yes, pregnant! Knock me up naughty boy – give me your baby!” My blood froze in my veins. Katie wanted to get pregnant. She wanted me to knock her up. She wasn’t going to let me pull out. She hadn’t stopped posting on me – rather her hips didn’t stop, rutting like a madwoman, trying to break me, trying to make me unleash everything where it counts. I shook – with anger, with fear, with… arousal? My hands seized her hips and still I couldn’t stop them – no, my hands were pumping her all the harder! I forced her hips to slam against mine as her crazed eyes stared and her body raved against and above mine. I couldn’t hold on. I couldn’t and still I…
“Ahhh! Take me! Make me take your sperm!!” Katie wailed when I pinned her hips against mine and forced my erupting cock as deep as I could into her bare cunt. By god, when Katie felt it, my hot load shooting off inside her, she looked like she was shot – eyes petrified and staring wide, mouth gaping in a silent scream, and her whole body convulsing against mine as her burning pussy milked my spurting shaft with an inescapable intension: to breed.
I must have passed out. I remember my voice roaring over her feminine gasps. The hot friction of her hips jerking against mine. Her pussy gushing its silky slime all over my cock. And I remember cumming so hard that my vision dissolved into darkness. My cock was still twitching inside my girlfriend when I came to. Katie was quivering too – moaning and quivering, her little aftershocks still suckling along my bare length. I’d cum inside her, deep. She wouldn’t let me pull out.
And I was holding her there. My palms pressed on her ass, my fingers dug deep into her firm globes. Every time her hips moved I could feel my muscles tense – I drew her back totally onto my cock. And I could feel it inside her. My load, getting churned and mixed by her little movements and steady suckling. My hot, bare load. Inside her. Inside Katie’s hot bare pussy.
“Ooooh, naughty… naughty boy…” Katie mewled, then giggled as she thrust a few times, “Mrs. Clause loves your little presents… Mmmm, I’ll love watching them grow in my tummy even more…” She got up to just straddling my hips, drenched in our mingled sweat and breathing deep and quick, and looked down between her spread legs at the mess between us. Her inner thighs shimmered with our combined juices, with far more of mine streaming down the length of my dick. Katie gave me that mad grin again and licked her lips, “Oh yes, you’re going right up on Mommy’s naughty list!”
What did I feel then? I can’t really explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared or angry in my entire life as I was there, with my crazy girlfriend filled up with my spunk, contently wiggling her ass and sighing while she could be getting knocked up right then. Still part of me loved the feeling, having my girlfriend lean down to sigh and whisper like that in my ear, petting down my body, feeling her hot pussy drool all over my naked cock. And though I couldn’t explain it, the thought of having possibly just planted a baby inside my Katie’s beautiful belly… Something snapped.
“Get off me.”
“What?” Katie asked.
“Get off me!” My voice was hardly my own. Katie even looked a little shaken. But meekly she complied, slowly lifting off my cock with another shiver and a moan.
“I said OFF!” Katie did as I asked, and sat like a scolded child at the foot of the bed. I sat up and leered over her. My blood pounded in my ears. My whole body shook and burned with rage. Katie looked so small the way she looked up at me, her messy hair and big eyes making her look so innocent while her well-fucked pussy oozed over with my sperm.
“W-what’s wrong?” she said in a small voice, “I thought you’d like your present. I know I love yours… Are… are you mad?” She touched herself just below her belly button, maybe unconsciously, maybe not. But I saw it and it only enflamed me more.
“Am I mad? That you made me cum inside you? That I could have just knocked you up? Do you think I am mad!?” I yelled. I noticed the noises on the other side of the wall had stopped, but I didn’t care. I’d be damned if I didn’t give her roommates something to listen to. Katie blinked with a little innocent frown – she really was innocent after all, in her crazy way. And I was about to join her.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, Katie!”
It took a moment for Katie to respond. But when she realized what I wanted, what I demanded, her eyes lit up. She was about to speak but I cut her off again.
“Hey! Mrs. Clause has been a VERY naughty girl tonight, and she needs a good fucking to set her straight! Now on your knees and show me that ass!” Katie did as she was told and eagerly raised her rump high for me, shaking her perfect rear like a real slut.
“Oh please Mister, you just gave me one present. I think my stockings are totally stuffed…” Katie whined, and she was probably right – my creamy spunk made her pussy lips and thighs a glazed mess, and still more rushed out of her and down her quaking thighs.
“A good Christmas slut doesn’t say no,” I slapped my palms down hard onto her rump. She squealed and pushed back towards my raging cock. “And you’ve been a terribly slutty girl tonight, Mrs. Clause.”
“Oh, oh,” Katie moaned when I drug my cockhead along her creamy slit, “Give me more presents, Mister! My little egg wants your presents all over it…” She shuddered under my hands, just as she did watching that documentary. For some reason all of it - her shivering, the way she said that, even what she had said about her egg – it turned me on.
“You want my presents, slut? I’ll give you something to unwrap in a few months,” I lined up with her sopping hole and started pushing in. I growled over her mewling cries, “Yeah Mrs. Clause, you’re going to be such a naughty slut, going back to Santa with my baby stretching your little belly!”
“Oh fuck me!” I swear Katie came before I even got totally inside her! But I didn’t waste time. I pounded her poor little snatch from behind and pushed her face down into the pillows. Muffling her yelps just inspired me to fuck her harder, especially when I heard snatches of her hardly lucid wails for me to make her a Mommy right then and there. My anger mixed so far with my lust I couldn’t tell if I was mad anymore. All I knew was I loved fucking my spunk out of her tight cunt.
“You want a baby, Mrs. Clause?” I pulled her up by her hair, forced her back to arch. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she howled.
“Mister-!” She yelped as I tore the last strands of her corset away and exposed her sensitive tits to the cool air, “M-Mister, give me your baby. Make me your pregnant holiday whore. Knock up my naughty pussy! Make me a – AHH YES!” I grabbed her bare tits and squeezed them hard, pinching her tiny nipples with a twist, just as she couldn’t resist. Her arms gave out almost instantly and I pounded her shaking ass down into the bed. Laying prone with her ass tilted up just enough, she came screaming for my babies and made a mess of her bed with her orgasm gushing around my cock.
“Cum! Cum like a good Christmas slut!” Her skirt was thrown up over her hips and her bare ass was red from my relentless thrusts and spanking. I couldn’t stop, even as I felt my balls tightening again. I wasn’t going to. “Want me to fuck you till your belly swells, slut?”
“OH! Make my tummy swell!” Katie was jerking underneath me. Her orgasms hadn’t stopped since I’d begun talking so dirty. I yanked her up and back, my hand around her throat and my cock driving her into submission.
“You’re going to look like a real slut in your cheerleading outfit with a baby in your belly,” I ran my fingers over her stomach. Her cheerleading kept it always so firm and streamlined, but if I came inside her she’d have to watch her belly grow just a tiny bit rounder every day. “It’ll be obvious to everyone what you did when my present is busy kicking inside you.”
“Oh God!” Katie tried to push back on me, to fuck back against the man threatening to knock her up, but she only managed to squirm and cum again, “Show them what a slutty cheerleader I am. I’ll make all of them so jealous with your baby inside me! Aaahhh!” I threw her back down onto the bed and continued ramming into her, harder now that my whole body screamed for release.
“I’m going to cum again.” I fought to say through my teeth, “Going to plant another present deep inside you...”
“Please!” She wailed, “Please plant your presents deep inside me. Give me your baby!”
I grabbed her hips and felt myself going over the edge. “Oh fuck – Take it Katie! I’ll fucking knock you up!”
“I’m your Christmas slut! Knock me up! Make me a mommy! BREED ME!!”
There was no way her roommates weren’t listening to me breed Katie by then. The whole neighborhood must have heard her screams and my roaring as I shot my second load into her that night. I had thought the first orgasm was the best I’d ever felt, but the second topped it easily, feeling Katie’s whole body writhing beneath me as I inseminated her deep, every pulse flooding her tight channel with a fresh load of sperm that bathed her cervix with my virile spunk.
We were kissing feverously by the end, our sweat mingling between us and hands petting everywhere over each other while I pumped my girlfriend full of my dangerous load. I don’t even remember getting soft that night, or pulling out even when we were in each other’s arms, making out and fucking until we both passed out when the sun was coming up.
For the rest of the weekend Katie and I went at it nearly nonstop. In bed, in the shower, on the kitchen table, on the couch next to the kitchen table after her roommates wanted to eat breakfast… You get the picture. And not a single time was there anything between us save for slick skin and frothing cum. I knew I could never go back to condoms after that, and Katie couldn’t be happier that I’d finally become a little more insane myself.
The inevitable happened of course. Katie was pregnant – in her head. By Sunday she was convinced she was lactating, and rushed over to me every few minutes or so and lifted up her shirt to show me how her baby bump was already showing. A few days later she’d managed to get a bunch of pregnancy tests and draw “+” onto the results to show me I’d knocked her up – every time right after sex. And honestly, it was starting to grow on me. At the very least it made me horny as hell, so I convinced her I had to make sure her belly grew nicely round with my babies by keeping her full of spunk from then on. She couldn’t have agreed more, and every time she’d beg me to knock her up with another baby before she’d even had the first.
So here we are, a few months after that fateful Christmas. Katie is still cheerleading as usual, and her peppiness is not a bit slower or less ferocious in bed. My studies have been going well and stress-free, maybe from me dumping all of it deep inside my hot girlfriend’s snatch nearly every night.
Katie is still on impregnation and pregnancy of course, and has already added bondage to the mix – that was an interesting day when I found my sweet Katie with a riding crop and a stern look telling me, “Mistress want her slave’s baby. Now.” She didn’t quite get that she was supposed to be the dominant one though, since by the end she was telling me she’d be a good little cumdump slave for her Master. She’s been getting better at it though.
Yet I couldn’t help but notice, when I watch her prance about with the rest of the cheerleaders onto the field with her midriff all bare, or when she lays on me while we watch a movie with her t-shirt riding up just so, that her pretty little belly is perhaps, maybe, just a little rounder than a few months ago. I do know that she’s definitely been getting firmer where my hand has grazed…
Katie hasn’t noticed yet, but it could just be my imagination. After all, living with a girlfriend as insane as Katie, I could be just a little crazy myself, right?