John's Dream Girl (chapters 6 through 10) - Sex Stories

John's Dream Girl (chapters 6 through 10)

... could spend the rest of his life, and never fool around on. Someone who, in the near future, could have his babies. John reached down and grabbed hold of the shaft of his penis, and almost-reverently guided the leaky head of it into the crack of Lisa's pussy, as he thought to himself, Lord, thank you for sending this little angel into my life. Then his thoughts naturally shifted to how neat and wonderful it always felt to have his penis actually touching a brand-new pussy. And this wasn't just one of those gold-diggers' pussies either. No sir. This was an incredibly sexy, hairless pussy belonging to an incredibly sexy, non-gold-digger woman. At least, John assumed that Lisa wasn't a gold-digger. If she really were a gold-digger, she sure hid that fact very well, because she hadn't even wanted to ride in John's fancy Lincoln Town Car, when they had left Fred's bar for her place. Instead, she had insisted that they take her modest Chevy Nova over to her apartment, although she did ask John to drive. Then John slowly rubbed the circumcised head of his penis up and down along the wet crack of Lisa's sweet pussy a few times. And once his dick-head was well-lubricated with her womanly juices, he eased the head of his penis into Lisa's vaginal opening. John was amazed at how snugly Lisa's vagina fit around his penis. Her vagina felt to him like it belonged to a young teenage girl, instead of a full-grown woman. An uneasy thought struck John from out of the blue, and he didn't ...

... hesitate to verbalize it to Lisa. "I sure hope you didn't forget to take your Pill today," he said, almost jokingly. "What Pill?" Lisa replied. "You mean you're not on The Pill?" he incredulously asked. "Of course not, silly, I don't use any birth control. What made you think that?" John was positive that his pre-cum was still oozing out of the head of his penis. And for a moment, he wasn't sure what he should do. Part of him just wanted to run away from this entire situation. To just pull his dick out of Lisa's welcoming pussy, and get the hell out of Dodge. But another part of him was just as preoccupied with rationalizing away this "unforeseen turn-of-events." He figured that he might have already released more than enough sperm cells just inside the entrance of Lisa's fuck-hole to get her pregnant--if that was what was destined to happen--and so he might as well go ahead and finish off the act. That way, at least he would have a great orgasm to show for his efforts--even if Lisa did later become pregnant. Besides that, John had already been thinking about Lisa in more serious terms than he cared to admit. And if she did end up getting pregnant, he knew that he would probably buy her the nicest wedding ring that he could find. Of course, this rationalizing part of John's mind quickly won out over the scared part, just like it tends to do in most men who find themselves in similar sexual situations. But John was still so shocked by this disturbing "piece of news"...("Our top ...