How Carrie Got Pregnant - Sex Stories

How Carrie Got Pregnant

... her sex juices flooding out onto it as I started to thrust a little harder into her and returned the favor by blowing my load deep in her pussy. “OHGOD…YES…” she moaned as I kept right on thrusting into her, her walls grabbing and pulling on my dick as I shot stream after stream of my thick, sticky sperm into her tight, warm cunt, finally pulling out of her after filling her to the brim with my baby seed, and then making out with her on the couch as my cum trickled out of her pussy. “OHGOD that was good…but I want to be on top this time baby…” she cooed as she pushed me into the couch and got on top of me, lowering her pussy down onto my dick as she started to ride me. “FUCK…ride me Carrie…I can’t wait to cum in you again…” I whispered as she bounced up and down on my dick, her back arching and her eyes rolling back in her head as she threw her head back, her body tensing up again as she neared another earth-shattering orgasm as I thrust my dick up into her with great f***e. “OHGOD…fuck me…fuck my pussy…” she moaned as I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her a few more times as she came all over my dick again, her cunt juice trickling down my shaft as I thrust up into her one last time and exploded in her cozy cunt for a second time. “OHGOD…” she softly whispered when she felt me filling her pussy with a second load of my sticky seed, coating her cunt walls with it as I shot a few more loads into her and pulled out of her for the final time that night. “If anyone ever ...

... finds about this, just tell them I took advantage of you,” I told her as we were making out on the couch recovering, “it wouldn’t be very good for your image if people knew the truth about this.” “We’re probably not going to see each other until the next tour starts anyway,” she told me as we got dressed and cleaned up the dressing room, ready for the tour to be over and to get back to our regular lives. Or so that’s we both thought, right up until Carrie called me up out of the blue with some life-changing news one day about a month later. “John listen, I know we said we agreed we were just going to put the last night of the tour behind us and never speak of it again, but I have to tell you something,” she began, and something in my mind told me I should be sitting down for this, so I quickly took a seat at my kitchen counter as she continued. “John, I’m pregnant, and it’s your baby,” she told me, pausing to let it sink in as she waited for my response. “Carrie, are you sure it’s mine?” I asked her, knowing she had plans to start a f****y with her husband when she got off the road and assuming they had been having lots of sex since the tour ended. “Yes I’m sure…Mike has barely even looked at me since I’ve been home, let alone had sexual relations with me,” she replied, before asking me when I would be available to talk about this with her in person. “I’ll be on my way back to Nashville on the first thing smoking Carrie, think you can sneak away and pick me up?” I asked her, ...