She was a dream-come-true… Certainly, for me.

I arrived late to my best buddy’s can’t-miss annual hedonistic Halloween party. I showed up as the Johnny Depp buccaneer from Pirates of the Caribbean, owing to several missed haircuts and a rebellious goatee. I hadn’t been with a woman since I graduated from university in the spring and my raging hormones had me hunting for a hookup.

A swirl of long tousled red hair swiftly caught my eye. Straight out of the Little Mermaid, “Princess Ariel” carried a glass of spiked punch as she sauntered between groups of costumed partygoers with grace and warmth like a gentle tropical sea breeze at sunset. She radiated an infectious vitality irresistible to both genders, laughing and chatting, interested in everybody and everything.

I stepped back into the shadows and followed her with my eyes for a few minutes. I decided she must be available because she seemed to be doing the speed-dating routine with each solo guy she encountered. Good news for me since her splendidly curvaceous figure – spotlighted by her snug aquamarine pencil skirt and purple seashells bikini top – already had my libido meter moving into the oversexed zone.

Princess Ariel scanned the room probably looking for her Wicked Witch wingwoman when her eyes met mine, and she smiled. A man could lose himself in those brilliant pacific baby blues. My stomach tightened and my groin tingled. I grinned back with amorous intent, then screwed up enough courage to approach.

The stereo soundscape switched to the sweet electric guitar chords of an Elvin Bishop Group bluesy pop ballad as the princess also moved toward me, making a show of giving me a long look. Down. Then up. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every step. She must have outgrown her bee-shells some time ago. I noticed… What can I say? I’m a hopeless boob man.

“Being frank and earnest,” I said, smiling, tongue-in-cheek, “do you think we both belong in the same Disney fairy tale?”

“Hmm, I’m not so certain, Captain Jack,” she said, her voice distinctively mellifluous and so damned sultry. “Does that mean you’re ‘Frank’ in Fantasyland but ‘Ernest’ in Adventureland … like every other flighty Peter Pan?”

“Ah, not quite... I’m frankly earnest wherever we go for a ride...”

She snickered at my wry reply. I figured that was a good sign.

“But I don’t know you, sir. Why would I cum on a ride with you anywhere?”

I laughed. “Well, in that case, princess, my friends call me Austen.”

“I’m Bree.”

Okay, yeah, her actual name was Brianna but – not wanting to be confused for French cheese – she spelled her nickname “Bree.” It had been more than three months since she broke up with her ex. Even longer for me. We’d been out together twice. The romance had progressed physically from some amazing first base to stealing some second base. She said dance class had bounced her around a lot in high school and college, so breast frolics didn’t do that much for her. Besides, after her awful last relationship, she wanted to go slow. I didn’t mind. We had enough chemistry that I knew something substantial was brewing.

She was well worth the wait…

Then I landed a once-in-a-lifetime job 3,000 miles across the country and had to leave right away. Of course, for her own career and family reasons, Bree wanted to live life on the East Coast and that was pretty much that. I packed up my car; I was ready to go. Our third date would be our bittersweet last.

I took Bree to a nice restaurant for a movie date. Great conversation, fine wine, and fun attitudes; same sense of humor. Still that incredible chemistry. She wanted to put her mind-fuck boyfriend behind her, this time with a really good guy. She also confessed that when she first saw me at that party, she’d thought my smile lighted up the whole room. I explained how I’d lost my little brother a year ago and how that tragic death had led me to this fantastic new job. She got very quiet, paused for a long moment, and looked me in the eye with a sympathetic expression.

My sad story clearly affected her.

“After so much loss and death,” she said in a soft soothing tone, “you need lots of fun and life.” She reached out and gently placed her hand on top of mine, then dipped my forefinger into her rosé, and enthusiastically and expertly sucked the wine off my digit as though she were sucking my … well, you know. 

She told me she had a special going-away gift for me and that we should skip the movie.

Now, I’m no super-muscled superhero by any stretch... Still sporting that goateed pirate look. Yet, believe me, absolutely no Mr. Macho Man could have flagged down that waiter and bum’s-rushed him faster than I did that night so I could pay the bill and leave.

My near-desperate animation made Bree giggle… When we got back to her apartment, she immediately ordered me to close my eyes. She led me several paces into her apartment then told me to sit in a chair, but to keep my eyes shut tight. I complied, of course.

I sensed a lot of rustling and scurrying about for a time. Suddenly I heard the soft slow opening chords of the golden oldie cock-rock ballad Fooled Around and Fell in Love, sung by haunting high-reaching crooner Mickey Thomas, the tune that had been playing when we first met at my friend’s Halloween party. 

“Open your eyes,” she told me at last.

Bree stood before me the very vision of a heavenly angel bathed in starlight through her bedroom window in a see-through pink negligee, her light rose-colored nipples erect. Her eraser-tip stems poking proudly upward and outward, her clear blue eyes gleaming, her satiny red lips moist and formed into a lovely smile, and her comfy bed conspicuously a few feet away.

I started to rise but she shooed me back down.

“Aht-aht … ahh. Not yet,” she insisted, gracefully starting to move to the music. She leisurely opened her negligee, quickly twirling on her heels and whirling the designer garment through the air like a rhythmic ribbon dancer, letting it float to the floor. My eyes bulged from their sockets, straining to absorb the full erotic beauty of her feminine charms. I struggled to keep my gaze on her eyes, but GAWD DAMN … no hot-blooded hetero male could possibly.

I now openly gawked at her astounding tits … God, I love tits! Buoyant. Jiggling. Succulent. Their size and shape inflamed me.

I glanced at her entire body, too. Slowly up and down… Glowing skin everywhere. Taut and toned. Luscious boobs, full and firm, and swaying and rising with her every breath. I almost could not speak. 

She lifted both her breasts in her hands, squeezing them softly, tweaking her nipples, and rolling them between her fingers, never once taking her eyes off my face. She waltzed forward in sync with the smooth melody, seeming to offer them to me, then slapped my hand away when I reached out. 

“NOT yet!” She giggled.  

Bree turned her back to me, gave me a coy look and a grin over her left shoulder, then SLO-O-O-W-WLY, rhythmically, lowered her pink thong, revealing the beguiling, white, toned cheeks of her beautiful behind with as much tease as any up-class gentleman’s club pro.

I breathed in deeply and smelled the soft, floral waft of her perfume.

Standing there now in her altogether, her movements still fluid with the music, she kneeled atop her bed on all fours, coyly looking over her shoulder at me again, and waggled her fanny at me as though inviting rear-entry doggy style.

I let out a long breath through my nose and stood again, raring to go. 

“Aht!” she chided. “Hold your horses, cowboy.”

Finally, she turned around, sat down on the bed before me, and opened her legs just a slight making, my eyes fight to see the twinkle of her glistening slit.

“My farewell gift to you …” she said with a huge warm smile, “… is me. My body. To do with as you please until dawn. Whatever you want, I will do… Provided…”

Then she paused, her beautiful face filled with resolve, but her eyes misty like the morning dew. She brushed aside a strand of red hair and, seemingly, peered straight into my core.

“Provided?” I asked. 

“Provided you agree to stay. Don’t go West, young man.”

“You know I can’t do that.”  

“If you don’t stay, then it’s not a good time.”

I froze, staring her in the eyes for a long moment, almost unbelieving, before my mouth widened into a lusty grin.

“In that case, princess,” I said, pulling off my shoes, “you’re getting ridden hard and put away wet.”  

“Does that mean you’re staying?”  

“No. And you didn’t mean that.”  

“But I just told you we can’t do anything tonight if you’re leaving… But you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“Yep.” I stood up.

“Don’t I get a say?”

“Nope.” I unbuttoned my shirt. “Absolutely none.”

“Then… I’ll just lie here like a dead fish.”

“No, you’re going to be a really good girl for me.” I yanked up my shirt and tossed it off.

“You mean, you expect things from me?”  

 “Umhmm,” I purred, unbuckling my belt. My voice turned serious. “I’ve fancied you since the first moment I saw you.”

“I know.” She smiled.  

I looked her in the eye again, and then down between her legs at her spectacular shaved pussy and swollen pink labia.

“Please don’t look there,” she said, abruptly closing her legs, covering her lady parts with her hands.  

My brows pulled together quizzically. “Why not?”  

She looked away; I didn’t.  

“‘Cause…” She hesitated. Then, “The bikini wax went badly. I’ve never been bald down there.”

“Too late now, princess,” I said, letting my pants fall... “You’re really beautiful, you know. And not just down there.”

“You don’t have to say that just because –”  

“– I love your body,” I interrupted.  

She looked up at that. Bree always had trouble taking a compliment. She probably thought I’d said that a thousand times. I studied her expressive eyes.  

“I’m not kidding,” I said. “You’re perfection, Bree.”  

I dropped my jockeys and – FWUMP! – my pink-and-white circumcised serpent leapt free, flopping in the breeze like a springboard.  

“For Pete’s sake!” she said startled, staring at my cock, transfixed.  

Not that I possessed an anaconda down there. I was a little longer than average and maybe thicker, but from her reaction, you’d think I was brandishing the world’s biggest schlong. Chubbier and hungrier than her ex’s, I supposed. Maybe bigger balls or something.  

She unconsciously licked her lips.  

“You want to suck it, don’t you, princess?” I taunted.  

She nodded. She was instinctively drawn to my cock. Moth to the flame. Unable to stop herself… Nor was I.

“Say it, princess!” I stepped toward her, my spear point directed toward her mouth. “Say you want to suck my cock!”

“Please, Austen. May I suck your cock?” she said sweetly, her eyes big.  

“NO!” I swiped away her mouth. “Not until my dick has tasted your pussy... Now get your sweet ass up on that bed.”

Bree instantly scooted back but I couldn’t wait another heartbeat. I just had to have her. I scooped her up in my arms.  

“If you’re gonna cock-tease, you gotta cock-please,” I said as I flung her onto her back, her legs splayed. After weeks of wet dreams, I was finally going to have my way with her!  

My mouth sought hers and she responded with a soft wet deep kiss that clung to me in moist rapture. My whole body lit up like Bastille Day in the south of France. My heightened desire for this woman coursed through me with an unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation. I mean, I could feel and hear my pulse pounding in my temples.

I sucked on her earlobe and kneaded her billowing breast, rolling its erect nipple. Her breath sharpened. I immediately plunged down and, looking up at her blue eyes, I touched my tongue to her pink nipple and flicked it. She huffed. I softly sucked on the tip – just the tip – soaking it with my saliva. She puffed.

“Ohhh… No one has done that before,” she said, squirming beneath me, her floral scent even more intoxicating.

I licked my fingers before I now inhaled her whole nipple into my mouth, licked around the halo, and suckled the stem while I fondled her other nipple with my wetted fingers, slowly circling, gently pinching, and lightly pulling. She yelped loudly and hugged my head, goosebumps suddenly running down her body.  

“I’m going to give you what you so desperately deserve,” I whispered.  

“Oh, please, yes!” she gasped.

I rolled above her and she opened her legs. I quickly aligned my cock with her pussy. My pulse pounded louder in my temples; my cock so rigid it needed no guidance from my fingers. I rested it on her vulva. I wanted her to anticipate its weight and warmth, and my desire.  

Bree shuttered.  

I slid my dick tip just inside her tight warmth, not bothering to ask permission, not asking about condoms. My glans gently nudged apart her labia. Owing to all that teasing, her pussy felt like a delicious juicy wet French kiss on my cock… Only better. Ohmigod, the sensation was total Nirvana. I growled inarticulately from the yearning I felt for her body.

I reared up above her so that I could see her pale face and her red hair spilling over the pillow. I let my weight come upon her as my body pressed against the length of her.  

“Mmmph!” she sighed. Her eyes closed, savoring the sensation. I could feel her cunt stretch to accommodate my width. Her slick pussy walls parted for me at first, but then I detected a slight resistance until her cunny quickly contracted around my cock, latching delightfully onto me, holding me snugly within her velvety heaven. Her kitty gushed and her legs shook.  

“Oh, yeah. Uuuh… Oh-Ohhh!” she howled in pleasure, cuming already. Music to my ears. I wasn’t even fully inside her, yet her whole body quivered. Sexiest song I’d ever heard.  

The air filled with the pungent smell of her arousal.

“Oh my God, Bree.” I groaned. “You’re so freaking tight!”  

“Fuck me, Austen,” she whimpered.  

Whoa… No mention of condoms! Bareback was her actual goodbye gift to me. To me, raw penetration was about the highest honor that a woman could bestow upon a man because she bore the risks of pregnancy and the related gyno complications – regardless of how small – on my behalf.  That touched my heart.  

“My pleasure, princess.”

I slid further inside her cunt, burying my cock in her warm wet wonderland, deliberately filling her, stretching her, claiming her, sinking so deep that our groins bumped together, and my balls banged against her buttocks as I bottom out. Could she feel them bounce?   

“Oh-h-h,” she whimpered. “Oh, God. It’s really deep…”

Finally, my voice raspy, I asked, “Ready?”

“Yes!” Her arms wrapped around my back and she arched her hips upwards.  

“Good girl,” I said, grabbing her buttocks and pulling her toward me as I drilled my dick in yet deeper, like a cobbler stretching new pumps onto a custom shoetree. Her cunt was now mine, fitted precisely to my cock’s specifications. Perfection.

“All of it! Yes!” she murmured, babbling. “Big cock.”

I was now consumed with pure lust as I started to move inside her. I wanted to learn everything about what pleasured her pussy. I wanted to know exactly what got her kitty meowing. Being able to make a woman orgasm from penetration was always important to me.  

“I’ve never felt so full… I can feel your heartbeat in my pussy.”

I suddenly pulled back until I was almost out, and I glided back into her very, very, slowly, savoring every scintilla of her divine canal embracing my cock snugly while I slid deep, deep, deeper into her cunt … as far as I could go. Then I paused for another long moment without moving enjoying the feel of her tits and erect nipples against my chest. I looked her in the eyes, smiled, tweaked one nipple, and then I kissed her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whispered.

“Just love me, Austen,” she gasped. “Do you like knowing you’re the only man ever to be inside me bare?”

“What?!” I withdrew just a little. “Do I need to pull out?”  

“No, baby.” She wrapped her ankles around my calves in answer and pulled me closer. “It’s probably safe.”

“Probably?” I uncoupled and flopped down next to her… “You mean you could get pregnant?”  

“I hope so, silly,” she giggled, turning toward me, eyes gleaming. “Eventually... Yesterday was my last ovulation day, so not likely.”

“Wait,” I said. “Look at me for a minute…”

She raised herself up on her elbow. I gazed into her gorgeous blue eyes.

“But in theory, you might get pregnant.”

“If I do, I’m okay with that. I want you raw and passionate. First time all the way. No condoms.”  

“You really want this?” It finally dawned on me – ton of bricks – that Bree had a bit of a breeding fetish. Then I thought, why not? In the most improbable case, I couldn’t pick a better mother for my kid. Might as well give her a thrill. “Do you want me to put a baby in you?” I asked.

“Yes. I do.” She smiled.

“In that case,” I said spreading her legs. “I’m going to pump that baby into your belly right now.”

I moved her into missionary again. She happily submitted. My words seemed to set her on fire. Unbelievably on fire. Her legs parted wider. I distinctly remember how incredible her kitty felt as my cock passed through her labia on that momentous mission.

“My seed ripening and growing inside your belly will mark you as mine,” I said.

She moaned, welcoming me back.

“I’m going to use your body now for my own selfish gratification. Your task, princess, is to pleasure me,” I whispered. “If you give me a good time, I’ll give you a good time. And if we both have a good time, we’ll make a stronger, healthier baby.”

“Whatever you say, daddy,” she sighed. “I so much want a baby with you.”

I was intoxicated with pure lust as I started to move inside her. I targeted my mushroom tip to that deep spot where she had previously responded, while I constantly grazed her clit with my shaft on every stroke. And when I felt her cervix open up to me – and, yes, I could feel that – THAT’s the moment she surrendered herself fully to me … not merely cooperated … but totally capitulated. Her warm liquid-velvet cunt hugged my cock snugly, fondly greeting me.

I was home.

“Give me a baby, baby,” she whispered in my ear, sucking an earlobe.

“Bree?” I asked, my voice tinged with urgency. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “So sure.” 

“I don’t want you to do this just because I’m leaving,” I said. “It has to be for you.”

She placed her hands on my buttocks, moving her hips up to bring me in deeper, and whispered my name on a prayerful moan into my ear.

I felt myself on the verge of a huge orgasm. My balls tightened.

“Oh, Bree… I’m close!”

“Don’t stop!” she gasped.

I plunged forward, my cock swelled in size, ready to explode. And I just let go, hammering away with abandon, completely focused on fucking her. Fucking her hard. The PA-PAP-PAP-PAP squelches of our colliding groins grew louder than the thumps and rattles of the shaking bed. At last, I slammed HARD into her cunt … balls deep … moaning. The dam broke. My cock throbbed, jerked, and pulsed as my nut poured into her, right up against her cervix, deliberately and knowingly heaving my little swimmers on their away mission to KNOCK … HER … UP!  Each. Spurt. Each. Time. More than enough man juice to leave her with child.

Nothing in my life had ever equaled the pure ecstasy of that sensation.

“Oh, daddy,” Bree cooed, stroking my back, encouraging me. “I feel your spray... It tickles.” Suddenly her body stiffened beneath me, her nails dug painfully into my back. “Oh… Uhm… Oohhoohhh… OHH.” The muscles of her pussy contracted rapidly around my cock. “Uhhhmm… Muhh… Ohhh!”

Then… She wept like a little girl.

Wow, my orgasm had triggered her orgasm! I knew a near-simultaneous orgasm would help direct my seed into her fertile womb. She may have just become a mother at that precise moment. And I had done that! I realized, while she writhed ecstatically in the safety of my arms, that’s precisely how she wanted to conceive our baby. That, too, was part of my power as a man.  

I collapsed atop her, unable to move for several moments, her pussy spasming in the afterward of all that pleasure. I felt like I had just plunged free fall down into a delirious oblivion aboard the Space Mountain roller coaster. I could hardly speak. Like holy fuck! Literally! I grabbed her buttocks to keep her hips lifted up for several long minutes. I wanted my seed to take root inside her.

“Wrap your legs around me, princess,” I said, still panting.

“Yes, daddy.” She obeyed, hooking her feet together around the small of my back. The new position made her pussy hug my now-spent cock even tighter.

“Can you feel it?” I asked in a whisper. “My little swimmers looking to hook-up with your fertile egg. Pure magic.”  

“Mmm, yes.” Her cunny squeezed me for a flash, reassuring me.

“My God, that beautiful, beautiful pink pussy of yours,” I continued, my tone deeper. “So wet, so warm, so welcoming. The ideal treasury for the holy family seed… Any real man would gladly give his right nut to claim this pussy … if only just once.”

“Mmm,” she purred again. “My pussy likes being claimed by you.”

“Right about now, my baby batter’s forming a little seal over your cervix to keep the strongest swimmers up inside you, ready to do their thing … to make your belly swell … to make your tits milky.”

“I can’t wait,” she beamed. 

At last, I withdrew my still thick but rapidly wilting cock... Her pussy now proudly possessed every last drop of my essence.

“Good girl, Bree. You are such good sex!” I said, lying down beside her to cuddle. She nestled like a child in my arms. I felt so proud that I had just planted my flagpole inside her pussy.

And, oh, I had so-o-o-o needed to get laid… Well, with Bree, get loved.

“I can't begin to describe how good you have made me feel!" she said. "No regrets."

“You and I were made to do this together,” I whispered.

“I know, daddy,” she said, breaking into tears again. It had been that intense. She told me she had never before multi-orgasmed that much or that hard. Huge ego stroke for me.

That was the first of only two times I ever caught breeding fever in the heat of the moment.

By accepting bareback with Bree, I also tacitly agreed to stand by her should I get her with child. If I didn’t think she’d make an incredible mom, I would not have bothered. That was a given. I didn’t take bareback for granted.

“Don’t be afraid if we made a baby,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her hair. “There’s the two of us now.”  

“You’re going to be a fantastic father,” she said. “I’m certain of it.”

We cuddled for a long time. She confessed she had wanted me bare whether or not she was ovulating. Apparently, condoms had been an issue with her last boyfriend. She never let him – nor any man – have her without a condom. She had chosen me to be her first for bareback. She thought I was good daddy material.

“I wanted you to go with me where no man had gone before,” she told me with a sense of accomplishment.

“I’m the starship Enterprise.”

“Exactly.” We both laughed.  

Now remember, this encounter happened before Plan B was quite yet available in the States. We were very much at risk for unplanned pregnancy… You have no idea how much her words moved me. I wasn’t the least bit upset or worried. With certain women, the chemistry is just so right that sex becomes more food for the soul than getting laid.

It was like that with her.  

Bree soon fell into a deep sleep. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, I didn’t have the heart to wake her, so I quietly dressed and slipped away into the morning air to drive across the country.

She was probably too worn out from our nocturnal activities to hear her phone clink. But I wanted her to see it first thing when she awoke. I imagined she’d be thinking about the remains of the night still inside her. How hot and sticky it felt in there. How my cock had stretched her pussy. I knew I had left her sore. But a happy soreness. Ridden hard and put away wet, like I promised. While in that mood, I wanted her to find my text message:

“Best parting gift ever! Thx. Hope we’re preggers!”

Yes, Bree had been right. I decided I was good dad material. If she were pregnant, I never would have shamed her, nor would I have disappeared from their lives. And then I thought, Why am I disappearing now?

I pulled over my car at the first freeway exit, flipped open my cellphone, and called.  

“Umm… Hello?” she answered, her voice breathy and quavering, still half asleep.  

“Does it ever stop, Bree?”

“What’s that, daddy?” she said, suddenly concerned.

“The wanting you? Even though I’ve just left you, I want you so much my heart aches. My fingers ache from wanting to touch you again. My cock aches from wanting to slide back inside you.”

“I don’t know, Austen. I hope so; I don’t want it to stop.”  

“Look, this can’t be the end for us... Give me three weeks. I’ll find an apartment; you give two weeks’ notice at work. Then I’ll fly back, put a ring on your finger, and we’ll drive your car together to the West Coast.” 

“W-what? Really?” In my mind’s eye, I could see her mouth blossom into that big, beautiful smile. Her excited tone quickly turned Southern belle flirtatious. “Why Austen Ames, are you asking me to marry you?”

I exhaled deeply. “Yes, Bree, I am...” My voice was gentle now. “That is, if you’ll have me.”  

“Well, okay then…” I heard her grab a tissue to blot away joyful tears as she broke down. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said, clearing her throat. “I have to... I hear pregnant ladies need constant sex.”

“Now I’m the one who can’t wait.” And I meant that.  

For the next three days during my cross-country drive, Bree regularly texted me bulletins every time another tiny bit of my secret sauce DNA dripped into her panties. I took a lot of pride and a sense of satisfaction from those texts. Our connection was incontrovertible. We talked on the phone every night for hours. Whether apart or in person, we had incredible chemistry.

By day seven, as I was checking out a spacious one-bedroom apartment, she texted me: “Got my period. NOT pregnant. Too upset to talk.”

In fact, she wouldn’t talk to me or text for more than another week when, at last, she informed me that she was going back to her ex-boyfriend. I pleaded with her, saying that she’d just be going back to the same old dynamic that broke them up in the first place.

“I love you, Austen,” she said tenderly, a tear in her voice. “Honestly, I do.”

“So come back to me. I’ll –”  

“I have to give Bryan a second chance,” she interrupted me, sternly. “My mom convinced me. I have history with him. I’ve known him since junior high. He was my first love... And I don’t have to move to the other side of the world for him.”

Her words crashed through me like an angry ocean wave, and I got quiet.  

“He needs me more than you do, Austen...”  

I fought back a tear, my eyes watering.  

“Bree,” I said after a long moment. “That night we shared…,” my voice choked up. “That was the best night of my life.”

“Oh, Austen...” she said, weeping aloud. “For me, too.”  

“You know where I am if you change your mind… Farewell, my love.”

What else could I say? She was right. They had history. And if her mother could dissuade her that easily, then I wasn’t the one for her. I stayed in touch with her now and again over the next couple of years until Bree married Bryan and birthed a son. Was almost my son. Oh, well... Life… I was glad for her… I had several bad rebound breakups before I found another just as exceptional woman, this time a woman who wanted to stay with me no matter what. That woman now wears my ring.

Bree and I have lost contact, except for this one fond memory. Every Valentine’s Day I give her a passing thought. And I wish her well.