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When I was 15, I got asked to be in my cousin’s wedding—my first time as a bridesmaid. Our tea-length bridesmaid dresses had a low, scoop neckline that wasn’t especially revealing on the three older, smaller-chested bridesmaids who barely had any cleavage but, on me, it bared my rather big and blindingly white boobs to anyone who cared to look—which lots of guys did, and I could do nothing about. (Mom had bought me a pretty lace push-up bra and panty set for the occasion.)
The groomsman I was paired with to escort me down the church aisle was 30, big-muscled and really good looking. My boyfriend (16) and my parents were also at the wedding, but my groomsman kept checking me out anyway, especially my embarrassingly jiggly boobs, and it made me feel both self-conscious and kind of sexy.
After the reception dinner, my boyfriend (who didn't really know anyone) wanted to ditch the wedding stuff and use the hotel pool, but I was obligated to stay, where I danced and flirted with my muscly groomsman, pressing my rather exposed boobs against his chest during the slow dances and feeling his reaction as he got hard down there, grinding me a couple times. I got served champagne by waiters fooled by my boobs and bridesmaid attire into thinking I was 21, and ended up a little tipsy. My new friend amused himself by slipping cold ice cubes from his whiskey down my cleavage when no one was looking, then snuck me up the elevator to his room where we got naked and into his bed, ready to get to know each other better.
I thought we might have a quickie, but he took his sweet time with me. Pinned underneath him and probably half his weight, I wasn’t going anywhere, though I worried my absence at the reception would soon get noticed. He feasted on my boobs like he hadn’t just had dinner, then fucked me for well over an hour without using any protection. I had always made my boyfriend wear a condom, but had to admit it felt damned good and more intimate without that artificial barrier between us. His big-chested, broad-shouldered physique and all those rippling muscles were a refreshing change from my boyfriend’s slim build, and his reproductive equipment was a lot bigger and thicker, too. He went deep into me, filling me up, and I climaxed with him right away.
He kept going, and it was fun and intense and I got a few more orgasms out of the deal, and then he worked up to a strong, sweaty finish and finally came inside me just as I was coming, too. I felt him throbbing, then the weird, wild sensation of him shooting semen into me without a condom—it felt intimate—and I was glad I’d made him come, and that we came together. Sharing an orgasm with him made me feel like we were bonded, and we stayed in bed, kissing and squeezing each other. He got hard and wanted to fuck me again, but I feared I might already be in trouble, so I slipped my sweaty bod out from under him and gathered my dress and underthings and put myself back together, fighting him off all the while as he kept pulling me toward the bed.
Back in my dress and downstairs at the reception, I rejoined my mom and my aunt who, noticing my damp, messy hair and sweat-soaked boobs, asked if I was having a good time, figuring I must have been doing a lot of dancing. My timing was perfect as my boyfriend had just returned when the pool closed for the night. I felt naughty and kind of sexy knowing I had this guy’s sperm still swimming inside me, some of it leaking out and running down my thigh, though nobody noticed.
I worried a little that my boyfriend would somehow find out, and worried a whole lot more when I missed my next period, got a test and found myself pregnant. But I was a lucky girl and miscarried a few weeks later, and my parents and boyfriend never knew a thing! I never told anyone (until now), and still fondly remember my hookup with the hot groomsman on that wild wedding night seven years ago.
I have an IUD, but lately I've gotten into the habit of telling guys I'm not on birth control just for the fun of it. It started as a way to get them to complain less about condoms. Then one time I let a guy take the condom off. I made him think I could easily get pregnant and he said he would pull out but he didn't. When he told me he was coming in me, naturally I didn't bother to resist because I knew I was protected so I let him finish with a smile. I may have even opened my legs a little wider for him. When he got all nervous, I promised him that if I got pregnant I'd have his baby and give it up for adoption and he'd never have to worry bout it. He got sooo hard, sooo quick after I said that. It was the first time I ever had a guy fuck me twice in a row. Literally less than 5 minutes between. The effect it had on him made me excited. It felt good to have such a crazy effect on a guy.
So the next time I was about to have an anonymous hookup I let the guy think I could get pregnant and I let him go bareback. I kept enticing him... I kept asking him if it would feel better if he didn't have to pull out, if he was going to be a naughty boy and shoot inside me, I told him how much I wished I could feel him come in me, that it was too bad he had to pull out and I said all those things with an inviting smile. It worked. He couldn't resist. It was so much fun to see the look on his face. I seriously think guys come harder when they think they're going to knock me up. Except I don't think this guy believed me when I told him that I would never come asking for child support because he asked me to leave real fast.
The last time I had a hookup neither of us mentioned a condom or birth control at first. Once we got really into it I told him as cute as I could, "I'm not on birth control but I won't mind if you want to try and get me pregnant. I promise never to bother you with the responsibility unless you want it. I believe it's a woman's duty to pleasure a man and accept whatever consequences come of it." He didn't believe me and I scared him but after I reassured him he was really excited and into it. He told me it was the most intense sex of his life and he's been calling me to hookup again. I haven't yet. Tbh I don't really believe in those things I told him and I don't think it will be the same the second time with the same guy.
I have two concerns. Is it wrong to lie to strangers about being fertile when I am perfectly safe with an IUD? I feel a little guilty about the last guy because he's so excited by it but at same time it's really fun and makes me happy to give guys such a rare sort of pleasure and excitement. More importantly I don't usually have unprotected sex. I've only been with 6 guys no condom, 3 in the last 3 months. I get nervous about STI's. So far I'm still clean and I'm afraid it's going to take me getting something before I learn. This new kink isn't helping. It's really fun and I want to keep doing it with new guys.
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