It wasn't until I was well into my high school years that I finally learned the very basics about what "fucking" was, and about what "sperm" was, and about how a guy's sperm cells are designed Voluptuous Wives to swim up through a woman's uterus and impregnate an egg cell that the woman releases into one of her fallopian tubes on a monthly basis. I have to admit that I was literally fascinated and intrigued by everything I learned about sperm cells and pregnancy. Of course, all of this new sexual knowledge only served to make boys' balls turn me on even more than they already did. In fact, to this very day, I tend to view a guy's penis as primarily being a "fancy delivery mechanism" kitchen for his sperm. It goes without saying that a guy would naturally view his own penis as being much more important than that. But as far as I'm concerned, a guy's balls are his true sex organ, because that's where his precious sperm is manufactured and stored. And just in case you haven't already figured it out yet, it's a guy's sperm that really turns me on the most. After all, there's no other substance on the face of this planet that can get a woman pregnant. And there's nothing more erotic and exciting to me than taking a chance on the possibility of getting pregnant--which is exactly what we women do each and every time that we have sexual intercourse with a guy (during our pre-menopausal years, that is), because as far as I know, there is still no non-permanent birth control method that is 100% effective at preventing pregnancy. I mean, even perfectly good condoms can break from time to time. By the way, I finally did manage to put two and two together to realize that Freddy actually fucked me and took my virginity that Sunday afternoon in the bathroom. Of course, this realization only served to turn me on even more, whenever I would fantasize about Freddy. During my late-night masturbations as a teenager, all I had to do was housewives think about how easily my young, sopping-wet, virgin pussy had played host to Freddy's "gigantic" dark-skinned penis, and that would never fail to drastically increase my level of mental sexual excitement. And just thinking about the fact that I actually had a whole wad of Freddy's living, "swimming" sperm cells up inside of my fertile, totally-unprotected womb for at least three to four days after Freddy fucked me...well, all I can say is: that thought turned me on--and still does turn me on--so much that I can't even begin to put it into words! And of course, to this day, I still have no idea whether or not I ovulated during those critical three to four days, while Freddy's sperm was "swimming around" inside my fallopian tubes and my uterus. All I do know is that I was about halfway through my menstrual cycle when Freddy inseminated me that Sunday afternoon, and that's normally the point in the female menstrual cycle when most girls tend to ovulate. And to be honest with you, I already felt exceptionally horny that day, long before Freddy ever came into that bathroom to have sex with me. The reason why I just told you that, is because I would later discover that I always feel my horniest when I'm ovulating. So I now realize that I was a very lucky young girl, because Freddy didn't end up getting me pregnant, when he took my virginity in the bathroom that day. Of course, I also realize that the possibility does exist that Freddy actually did get me pregnant that Sunday afternoon, but that my fertilized egg cell didn't manage to attach itself to the lining of my uterus and start growing to become a baby. However, be that as it may, the most important thing was that Freddy never did come back for a second helping of my "pussy pie" later on down the line, which of course would have only put me at an even higher risk of getting impregnated by him. Despite the fact that I was merely cute-looking, and definitely not gorgeous, I went on to have a string of boyfriends throughout high school, and during my first year at college. I wasn't a "goody two-shoes" either. I did my fair share of French-kissing and mutual body-groping with my boyfriends. But outwardly, I always played the role of the "nice girl" who had a reputation to keep. And I let every one of my boyfriends know up-front that I was a virgin, and that I wanted to avoid having sexual intercourse until I got married, and let my groom fuck me on my wedding night. 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