I very rarely bareback, and then only with guys I have known, trust, and whom I know have recently tested negative. Yes, I could fuck more bareback, a...d I would love too, but just not ready for that yet.However, before my boyfriend left last summer, we had been fucking bareback regularly. He was completely vanilla guy, but he loved to fuck and he could fuck well. Mostly, however, he would pull out before cumming and jerk off on my stomach, face, or sometimes come directly out of my asshole into. I credited my success to something Millie said when she left. "You've got to lose that up-tight disposition you're carrying around. I know it's not easy; I've been there. You have a natural laid-back knack for sales, Randy. If I had it I wouldn't have to wiggle my ass and show so much leg, but I don't. I want to see some of these heaps gone when I open the lot on Monday morning."I watched her walk to her car. I cracked up when she wiggled her ass, once, and looked back at me, grinning.I didn't. I stepped between her knees, set my weapon in place, put my hands on her broad hips, gritted my teeth, held her eyes, forced a smile, gathered myself as if I were about to leap a wide creek and then took her with all my concentrated butt, leg and back muscles in the single, rising, explosive motion that must have lasted a full minute.She came right off her mattress with a deep howl, bounced on the bed once and wrapped her legs about me, falling back, arms spread and mouth soundlessly gaping. I. Finally releasing it, she smiles, mouth matching the smile he has seen in her eyes. Her hand grips where her lips have been, bringing a return to hardness. “I’m ready,” she says, and returns to her blowjob.He understands. Not to be fucked, because she already has been most of the evening. Dripping in anticipation. “Pregnant?” he asks.“Mmm-hmm,” she nods on his cock.“You know if I was any other man, you would have already tapped my seed.”“Mmm-hmm,” she responds, her eyes smiling.He interrupts.