The condom–or “rubber,” as Ray and I preferred to call it–did its job, and kept my lover’s semen neatly confined inside the reservoir tip of the condom, just like it was designed to do. Sex So I finally went to back down to the local women’s clinic, and I got on The Pill. And so was Ray. But–”
“No ‘but’s!” I interrupted. But I knew that watching women urinate had always been a big turn-on for Ray. And I played with his dick to get it rock-hard again, which didn’t take very long at all to happen. And when Wednesday came and my period was finally over with, we fucked our brains out, knowing full well that we intentionally weren’t using any form of birth control, thanks to the doctor’s insistence that it wasn’t necessary at all. Let’s just say that this second accident dumped a bunch of unnecessary stress onto our plates, and made our already-stressful lives a living hell for quite a while. Instead, I was already so turned-on during our intercourse, that the thought that I might actually have Ray’s sperm deep inside of my vagina for the very first time ever, sexually excited me to the point that I ended up spontaneously orgasming, right along with Ray.
