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 "After Prom" (M/F, 1st, unsafe, coercion, preg?)



   Becky opened the door to let her date, Daniel, into her house.  The
lights were off, which confused her, but when she turned them on, she saw
the note from her mother.

   "Looks like my parents won't be back until late," she said after reading
the note.

   "Really?" Daniel said blandly.  "Awesome." He looked good in his rented
tux, and she looked pretty good in her dress; she had bought it just for
prom.

   "Yeah, we have the run of the house."

   "I'd still prefer to hang in your room.  It's got the cool stuff." He
shot out an arm to take hers, the perfect gentleman.  They had come from
prom; he was taking her home, and was going to come in to chat with her
folks.  But with the parents gone...well, it meant they could have a little
more fun.

   Becky giggled and took it, just as they had done earlier in the evening.
Prom had been wonderful: they had danced, ate, chatted...everything was
simply amazing.

   Taking her hand, Daniel led her to her room--blasts of pink paint on the
walls, matching the pink and purple furniture and pink bed set--and they
entered, closing the door just in case.  And no sooner had they entered
than she grabbed him and put her lips on his.

   He continued the kiss for a while, then broke it, his hands on her hips.
"Come on, let's get you out of this dress."

   "Mmm," she replied, even as his hands had gravitated to her crotch. 
They had groped each other a couple times before, but always with clothing
on.  "You want to see me naked, don't you?"

   "It's prom night, of course I do," he replied.  He thought she was damn
sexy no matter what: 5'6, with chestnut brown hair that hung to her
shoulders.  She had a thin face and relatively thin figure, and her breasts
were just a perfect handful, and he loved squeezing them.  This would be
the first time he'd see them outside of their bra.

   "You first," she teased, pulling away.  She thought he was pretty hot,
too: 5'9 with short-cropped blonde hair, and a smile that was out of this
world.  He clearly worked out, and she loved seeing him topless.  This
would be the first time she'd see him below the waste.
After a moment's hesitation to see if she was serious, he replied,
"Sure," and began to take off his tux coat, tossing it unceremoniously on
the floor nearby.  The rest of his clothing followed, and very
quickly--much faster than Becky would have imagined--he was standing in
front of her without a thread on, his hard on poking straight out.  She had
held it before, but seeing it actually out made it seem bigger somehow,
even though it was probably only average size.  She giggled a little,

because it looked like a little one-eyed monster pointed at her.

   He laughed it off.  "Come on, you know I love you, and think you're sexy
no matter what you wear."

   "Even if it's nothing?" she replied with a sly smile.

   He spread his arms out.  "Hey, fair's fair."

   "I know," she replied, undoing her dress.  It fell to the ground around
her like a discarded robe, and she quickly took off her undergarments,
intentionally giving him several great views in the process.  They, too,
fell in a little unceremonious pile nearby.  His penis seemed to get even
harder as she stood back up, fully naked.

   She stepped forward and kissed him, his hardness pressing against her
stomach, and then pulled him towards her bed.  They both sat on the edge
next to each other, like they had done before, and as their tongues played,
one of her hands slid down to his crotch, and found itself wrapped around
his member.

   "Mmm," he mumbled into the kiss as she began to stroke it lightly.  "I
like that."

   "I'm glad," she replied, continuing the slow handjob, and resumed the
kiss.

   One of his hands crept down to her crotch, navigating the tangle of
arms; the other wrapped around Becky's body, grabbing onto a breast from
the other side.  His other hand found a warmth between her legs, and slowly
began to rub at her pelvis--her legs slowly gave way, opening up their
musky flower to his prying fingers.  She was turned on, too, and one finger
found her clit with almost no work, and began to circle it slowly.

   Becky moaned softly into the kiss, loving how one of his hands was
playing with her nipple while the other rubbed her clit.  It felt simply
amazing.

   As she continued to stroke him, feeling his precum starting to leak, he
rubbed her clit a little more, then slid his hand down and pushed a finger
into her pussy, thumb still rubbing her button.

   It was like electric shocks through her body.  He had done it once or
twice before, but this time was even better--probably because she was
already very wet, having wanted this all night.  He pushed it deeper into
her, and pulled it out, slowly fingering her cunt.

   "Oh my god, that feels so good," she moaned softly as they broke their
kiss.  Her hand matched his rhythm, slowly speeding up.

   Daniel gave a soft groan, and then spoke after a short silence.  "You
know what would feel even better?"

   She was rocking her hips gently against his finger, electricity flowing
through her body.  "What?"

   "If we...you know...if it was my cock, instead of a finger."

   "I don't know," Becky replied.  They were both still virgins, after
all...she wasn't sure she wanted to lose it.

   "It's prom night," he protested.  "That's what couples are supposed to
do on prom night."

   "Yeah, but I thought we decided to wait."

   "We decided that before we knew we loved each other..."

   Her hand was slowing, but his kept up the same pace.  "I still don't
know...I..."

   "C'mon, it'll feel good.  Don't you love me?"

   "Yes, but--"

   "I want this...and you want this...and we love each other...it's what
people in love do."

   Becky thought about it for a few moments, completely unaware that his
finger in her tight little love channel was changing her thoughts...that
the little egg that had begun to ovulate was pushing as hard as it could
for her to complete her biological function.

   "Okay," she replied, taking her hand off his cock and pulling away a
little.  "But you have to wear a condom!" she exclaimed after a few
seconds.

   "I...I don't have a condom," he replied lamely.

   "Oh," she replied, sounding disappointed.

   "It's okay, though.  I've heard that make it bad...and anyways, real
people in love don't use them.  We love each other, right?"

   "Yes, but--"

   "C'mon, if you love me, then it's okay.  If you want, I'll pull out."

   She paused a moment, the walls of her cunt missing the finger that came
out when she pulled away.  "Really?"

   "Of course, Becky, my love.  I love you, after all." He crawled forward
a bit, one of his hands finding her oh-so-perfect breast, rubbing her
nipple in his hand.

   "O...okay...as long as you promise to pull out." She had no idea her
body--or his--was planning otherwise.

   "I promise," he replied, giving her a kiss.  She returned it, and
maneuvered to be laying on her bed, her chestnut hair splayed out on the
pillow.  He climbed on top of her, and leaned over to kiss and fondle her
breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her.

   "Oh my god, you are so sexy," he said, turning attention to her spread
legs, and the little tuft of hair between them.  He positioned himself, and
used one hand to hold his engorged member.  "I'm going to put it in, now."

   "Okay," she replied, and soon felt it touching and teasing her pussy
lips; after a few seconds, he found what he was looking for, and began to
push in.  Her hymen had been broken long ago, but she was still a tight
virgin, and he was still a little large.  She winced very softly in pain,
feeling a small amount of discomfort.

   Daniel, on the other hand, was in heaven, his teenaged cock sliding
right into his girlfriend, its tight, wet grip a vice against his flesh--a
very pleasurable vice.  He kept pushing, and was soon buried balls-deep in
her, the little slit he used to spurt his seed lined up perfectly with her
little cervix, almost no space between them--and no barrier, either.

   Becky shifted a little, uncomfortable, and that was Daniel's cue to
start with the old in-out.  He pulled out then pushed back in, pure ecstasy
in every thrust.  And with each thrust, he rubbed ever so much against her
clit, and she began to push back to meet his thrusts.  His hands found her
breasts, crushed between them, and his tongue found hers, and they kissed
as he fondled her, his cock pushing in and out of her pussy.

   She began to gasp in pleasure as she got used to the feeling, and it was
better than anything she had ever experience before--no finger could
compare.  Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her arms gripping his
back tight as he rutted into her, and she rutted back.  Their bodies were
acting out their natural prerogative, the instincts buried in their race,
played out millions of times over millennia.  With soft grunts and breaths,
he showed his pleasure, as he held her down, doing the mating dance.

   Gasps and moans filled the air as they fucked on her bed, its pink
sheets forgotten as he pounded into her again and again.  They pushed
against each other, and without realizing it, as she got closer and closer
to her orgasm, Becky's legs found themselves coming up and wrapping around
Daniel, pulling him closer to her, keeping him embedded right in her tight
snatch.

   It didn't take long, especially with the handjobs they had been doing
beforehand, before Daniel felt the familiar feeling rising in his balls: he
was going to cum soon, spraying his jizz wherever the little slit was
pointed, and right now, it was pointed at her cervix.  "Oh...god..." he
grunted out.  "You're so tight...I'm not gonna be able to pull out...I hope
you're on the...the pill...can't...pull...out...GRAGH!"

   "No," Becky replied, her mind addled with the pleasure seeping through
it, and then the realization of what he was going to do sunk in.  "Argh! 
NO!" she cried, right as her own orgasm overtook her and she was reduced to
wordlessness as a deluge of electricity poured through her body.  Her arms
and legs involuntarily pulled closer, keeping him in her, and her cunt
began to pulsate, pushing even tighter against his potent cock, her cervix
opening up to let the flood of semen in.

   Millennia of genetic programming took over for him as she squeezed at
him, and he pushed as deep into her as possible right as the first glob of
cum ran its way from his balls through his shaft and out of that little
slit--aimed at the large, drinking cervix in front of it.  The jet shot
out, right where Mother Nature thought it belonged: into a womb, so his
little sperm tadpoles could make their way through her body to find a ripe,
teenager egg to fertilize.

   Her fertile womb sucked up the first blast, and was soon painted with a
second as the two mated, clenched too tightly in each other to break the
bond now.  And then another spurt, and then another.  Her body rebelled
against her mind, pushing as hard as it could against him, so that as much
as his baby-making seed could find its way into her body, and his body
replied in kind, pushing as deep as it could, glob after glob of his potent
little soldiers leaving his body on their mission.

   After a protracted few seconds that seemed like hours to them, gripped
in their pleasure, their orgasms slowly left, the final, weak blasts
hitting her cervix, her body slowly regaining control over itself.  They
lay there in each other's arms for a few moments, panting from the
exertion.

   "You bastard!" she finally said, though made no effort to push him off,
"You said you'd pull out!"

   "I couldn't!" he protested.  "Your legs held me in!"

   She paused, realizing that they were, in fact, gripping him, and
sheepishly brought them back down onto the bed.  "But...what if I get
pregnant?"

   "I...uh..." he began, clearly completely unprepared for that set of
circumstances.  "We'll figure out a way to raise him?"

   "But..we're only eighteen...we haven't even graduated high school yet!"

   "Yeah...but...uh..." his mind was blanked.  All he wanted right now was
to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm--and likely impregnation of this
sexy woman beneath him.

   Becky, too, had no words, and lay there, unsure of what to say, even as
his sperm soaked into her womb.  The afterglow of her orgasm was affecting
her, too.

   A noise from elsewhere in the house broke their reverie, and then they
both could clearly hear Becky's father yelling: "Becky!  We're home!"