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Condom Trickery 
by David (address withheld)

***

Single mothers seem fatally attracted to men like me 
who just get them into more difficulties. (MF, nc, preg)

***

Every Friday I would visit Tania in her home, one of 
the simple cream-brick bungalows that make up the outer 
suburbs of an Australian city . I helped her income and 
in return enjoyed the tantalising luxury of a 
periodically fertile girl who let me spurt out as much 
sperm as I liked inside her warm flesh. So near, yet so 
far. Her only demand was that I use condoms. I've been 
caught twice now... once can be bad luck, but twice and 
they start to look at you like there's something wrong. 
Anyway, you don't want to have to pay out more for one 
of your own", she teased. 

We might have been a married couple as we watched TV 
until her daughter Kylie and baby Paul were asleep. 
Some bachelors might have been turned off by this game 
of "mother and fathers", but I found it exciting to 
watch Tania cooing over her baby, the scent of talcum 
and the sight of feeding bottles, bibs and nappies 
stimulated me. This natural mother might someday care 
for my own baby as well.

And then she would lead me into her bedroom. She was 
embarrassed to be seen nude, but out of her sloppy 
jeans and sweater she had the figure of a classical 
Venus. She would stretch out so that our bodies touched 
from head to toe. I would slide both hands around her 
waist and down the fullness of her nats, or caress her 
heavy breasts; she always pretended to be in a trance 
and let me do whatever I wanted. Soon I'd be astride 
her soft curves, my penis and scrotum cushioned on her 
belly, her hand listlessly stroked my hairy genitals as 
if they were some kind of pet animal. 

In our usual routine, I'd let her see me roll on the 
condom and she would part her thighs; soon her firm 
abdomen would shake with my slow thrusts, but she'd 
give herself passively, the only way she knew. 

Maybe I was over-confident when Tania's next ovulation 
came due. It was a warm spring night, she lay beneath 
me in dim lamplight bursting with health and fertility; 
and I risked everything for the ultimate prize. I took 
out a condom but dropped it beside the bed and rolled 
nothing but lubricant over my penis. She noticed 
nothing wrong as I carefully slipped seven inches of 
naked flesh into her; I was more gentle and restrained 
than ever as my glans nuzzled the yielding cushion of 
her cervix. 

This unfamiliar but devoutly longed-for sensation 
galvanised my nerves and I struggled to hold back the 
mounting pressure of semen. There was still not a 
twitch from her vagina to hint at her awareness of me, 
yet that divine muscular tube closed around my shaft 
whose every distended vein I seemed to visualise like 
some crazy neon sculpture. 

Tania never suspected she was feeling my naked flesh 
and not some richly-textured rubber. I was patient, and 
then rewarded by her unexpected response: something she 
would never speak of, hidden under her flesh within the 
secrecy of her bed. At last, I knew the wringing 
sweetness of Tania Johnson's vaginal contractions. 

I led her to a plateau of contentment from which time 
and again we would scale peaks of intensity which made 
us gasp for breath. When she spread her plump thighs 
further apart and wrapped her legs round mine, I could 
feel she was gathering her strength for the big climax 
of the night which would leave her fulfilled. 

Now I could indulge in thoughts of babies which set my 
own organ throbbing; her fleshy tube answered with its 
strongest spasm yet. Again I thrust, intent on 
squirting every drop into the womb. She gave a little 
moan as if guessing my intent, and all at once I was 
overflowing, trying to keep my aim despite the 
incandescent ecstasy with which the moment was blessed. 

Tania found her voice, "David darling, please... I 
could make you so happy, I could give you a child of 
your own. Oh, I want another baby, please understand," 
she blurted out. "Oh, a BABY!!"

But she had spoken too loudly. All at once there was a 
noise beside us and Tania was twisting out of my 
embrace. "Mummy, Mummy, what's he doing?" Kylie was 
giggling. 

Tania jerked her pelvis away from me, and we all stared 
in shock at my naked penis squishing out the last of 
its load across her tummy. 

Kylie realised that something was terribly wrong, and 
began to cry in bewilderment, and then I saw that her 
mother was also sobbing with frustration. "No, I don't 
believe it... not another fatherless kid. But... you 
promised!" She stumbled to the bathroom, and I saw her 
massive hips straddling the bath as she frantically 
tried to flush out her vagina with water from the tap.

I tried to calm her, but she sobbed, "Haven't you done 
enough already?" She cuddled Kylie protectively and 
took her back to her room. When she reappeared in the 
bedroom doorway, "Well," she said quietly, "how long 
have you been doing this to me?" 

"I'm so sorry, Tania. I must have forgotten in the 
excitement of the moment - I'm sure it's never happened 
before."

All our time together she had carried a burden of 
secrets; now she let it all out. There had been no-one 
she could confide in. How she had to keep our 
relationship secret from her mother, from the 
neighbours and most of all from her daughter whom she 
wanted to bring up properly. "I don't know what this 
fright will do to Kylie, and I guess you don't care 
about that anyway. Just don't bother me again."

I never found out if I'd succeeded - naturally, Tania 
didn't know my real name.

David

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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