From irelass@hotmail.com Tue Jun 17 16:36:04 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news1.best.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!feeder.chicago.cic.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!jump.net!grunt.dejanews.com!not-for-mail Date: Tue, 17 Jun 1997 14:36:04 -0600 From: irelass@hotmail.com Subject: How I became Pregnant, a first post Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Message-ID: <866574749.24714@dejanews.com> Organization: Deja News Usenet Posting Service X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Jun 17 19:12:31 1997 GMT X-Originating-IP-Addr: 206.239.223.3 () X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 4.0b1; Windows 95) X-Authenticated-Sender: irelass@hotmail.com Lines: 114 "How I became pregnant" a first story by Irish Lass with names changed to protect the not so innocent!I was in love with "shawn", who didn't seem to notice me. The kind oflove where I thought about him all the time, dreamed about him. Thekind of love where I wanted his last name as mine. His best friend"william" was over, and he was my best friend too. My parentswere away that weekend and there was a storm, so "william" could not gohome.It was pretty late and we were talking on my parents bed right after Icame out of the shower for the night. I was in my bathrobe. I told himall about "shawn", and how hurt I was over it. Even how I was savingmyself for him, as silly as that seems now.It was very quiet, and he was just looking at me, deep in my eyes.Then he told me he loved me, how he always loved me. I didn't knowwhat to say. I was frozen, stunned, it was so unexpected. When hereached forward, he started to pull my bathrobe open a littlewith his hands, and then he kissed me. Our hair kind of mixed togetherand it felt so stange and tingly. I could have said or donesomething, but i let him, because i couldnt see him being hurt theway I had been. He is my best friend. I never thought or new hethought of me this way, but then maybe neither did "shawn", though Iwas certain I had dropped so many hints, and never did "shawn" go outwith anyone.When he kissed me, it was strange. I was captured, just by his kiss.I kissed before, but the way he kissed me, i could feel, he meantevery word, about loving me. It was slow and lingering, and ever sogentle, while he slowly pulled my robe open, my heart already racingso fast. I opened my mouth to him, and he held me tight.Then he touched me, first my neck, sending shivers down my spine, thenslowly, moving down over my exposed breast. I was already so hot, andit felt so good. I could barely breath, as he touched my breasts, andthen found my nipple with his finger tips. I could have stopped him,but I didnt. Instead I imagined it was "shawn". I imagined it was"shawn" touching me, the way I always wanted to be touched, by him. Iimagined, when "william" parted my lips and slowly kissed his way downmy chest, to then cover my nipple with his mouth, that it was "shawn" Iwas cradling in my arms, loving me like this.Then slowly he was pushing me back, and his mouth was over my belly,when he touched my sex. I was already wet, and he must havethought it was for him, but it was for "shawn" I was wet, and Iremember going crazy from his touch there, his pressing against myclit, then, suddenly, he slid his finger into me. I felt, more thanheard, myself start to moan. He slid his finger accross my clit andinto me, and I started to cum. I had done this to myself before, butnever anyone else. First my belly tightened, then all over I felt myselfclench.I closed my eyes, and I came, so unlike when I did it myself, and I wasstill dreaming of "shawn". I would touch myself and make myself come likethis many a night, my eyes closed, imaging "shawn", touching me, tastingme, even making love to me on our wedding night, making our first child,but all those were fantasies alone. This, being touched, made it more real,more special, having shared such an intimate moment, thought, with my bestfriend in this way, but he did not know this.Then suddenly, it was different. He was holding me now, he held me whileI was cumming. It felt so good to be held now, in "shawns" arms. But itwas not his finger that I felt pressing now against my sex, even as I feltthe opening of my cunny being stretched over something much thicker.Opening my eyes suddenly, I guess I wished it was "shawn"s face i would see,but it was of course "william".I always thought it would hurt, the first time, but it felt sogood, and he was kissing me and touching me, and I just let it happen.I felt myself streched around him, then felt myself being streched insidemy belly. I guess I never really had a hymen, for nothing tore, and thenI felt him, swelled, tight, inside my belly, his hip crushing against mine,the tip pressing against the bottom of my womb.It felt so good, but i knew we had to do something. I was right between myperiod, and, I knew, there was a little egg cell inside me just waitingto be popped. Then he started moving, and it felt like my world becamemy cunny. I could feel him moving, his heartbeat even, inside me. Thenhe kissed one of my nipples and I felt myself jerk suddenly and clench allover. I was cumming, even harder this time! I felt my belly clench, felthim inside me, so tight, and it felt like I was pressing him, squeezinghim out of my body.I was frozen like that, my eyes closed, my arms tight around him, my legstight around his hips, I don't know how long. Then, it was over, andit all felt different. Now I could feel him, very clearly, moving in mybody. He felt very hot now inside me, and he was moving differently, alwaysdeep now, and I could clearly feel his heart beat in my belly.I just knew what this meant, instinctivily. I knew his body was ready now,to inseminate me. I knew already some of his swimmies may be inside me.I knew I had to do something, and fast, but I felt myself starting to clenchagain. His head was near mine, and I told him, whispering, but as clear asI could, he had to pull out, or he would make a baby inside me. He had todo it now.I told him, and hearing me, he held me very tight, slowly pulled one of mynipples back into his mouth. I felt myself jerk and clench like before,and I suddenly felt him swell up huge deep inside me. Clenching tight,my eyes open, I looked down at him, his face, the face I knew would bethe father of my child, not "shawn", but "william".I closed my eyes and held myself, clenched, tight to him. Deep inside me,he held himself, and it was like a hot little heart, beating insideme, and in that moment, I just knew, he would, he was, "william" was, makingme pregnant. I felt him, so warm inside me, spreading in my belly, in beatwith his heartbeat. My eyes closed, soon, I knew, his seed, millions ofpieces of him, would be racing past my cervix, through my womb, intomy tubes, my egg soon to be soaked in him. In "william". And thendecending into my womb, our genes, into the place my body has made readyto receive this. My arms and legs wrapped tight around him, I came, likenever before in my life. I thought, this is what making a baby shouldfeel like.I remember crying afterwards. Once I came, I was scared. I knew he hadcome in me, and hard. I knew he might really be making me pregnant, andthere was so much of his stuff in me, and I knew so little I could do.Reality ended my orgasm, and now I went to the bathroom, to try and drainhim out of me. I could see, with my hand mirror, parting myself, how somuch of him was klinging inside me. If I thought jumping up and downwould do it, like I was told by my friends many years ago, I would havetried that.We talked a little after that. It was hard at first, but I had to admit,to myself, I did not discourage him, I was at least partly to blame. Iwould not let him hold me, though. You see, I did not love him, and itdidn't feel right. He was my best friend, and, alas, he deeply loved me,but I did not and could not love him quite the same way. I think learningthis, afterward, hurt him far more than if he knew it first. He went homethe next day, and I now only see him on rare occasion.Being as 'regular' as the moon, in two weeks, nothing happened, and not inthree, but i already kinda knew, and had accepted it by then. I told him,of course. There was no thought of abortion in my mind. It is not thebaby's fault it came to be made. He is my friend, I don't love him, but i am havinghaving his baby. And thats how it came to be.Maybe next time I will have the right persons baby?!Irish Lassirelass@hotmail.com -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet