In Control

Oliver needed to be fucked. He had the same level of sexual desire as when he was still a teenage boy, but he had no method for release. Instead, that feeling just echoed inside his pelvis with nowhere to go. Eventually he decided enough was enough and set up an online dating profile. One hour later, he was riding a man's penis.

It felt right to be on top during sex. That way he could choose the pace and depth of the ride. Each time Oliver pumped his body up and down, he could feel the giant dick inside him push nearly to his stomach. It was a tight fit. In fact, he was losing this girl's virginity. Sex as a teenage girl was absolute euphoria. All of his senses were dialed up to eleven: the sensitive skin of his soft thighs, the fluttering of his heart, the bouncing of his perfect breasts. Every few seconds Oliver lingered on the downbeat, pressing a bit further downwards to feel the penis stretching him out. After several minutes, the man said he was getting close. He knew what that meant. He thrusted down, mashing the head of the massive cock against his cervix point-blank. Then it happened. It erupted, shooting load after load of cum straight into his fertile womb.

But Oliver didn't stop. He wasn't done yet, not until he felt the full climax he was hoping for. He believed his impregnation fetish would be fulfilled with millions of sperm swimming in his vagina, but no orgasm occurred. He continued to pump up and down on the rapidly deflating penis. Even as his arms and core muscles tired, even as the semen trickled out of him, even as his vagina was getting sore he didn't stop. He was in control, and the sex would continue until he said so.

Unfortunately Oliver didn't get to experience the female orgasm that night, but he would get to experience motherhood. He was pregnant.