6 comments/ 83255 views/ 17 favorites Delivering my Senior Thesis By: IrishDude3881 I was raised a devout Catholic in a quaint southern town. My family strongly believed in being involved in the church and I started volunteering at a young age. The little kids in Sunday school always brightened my day, and my love for children made me want to have a family from a young age. I was whisked off to convent school early on and I spent several years in an environment with no boys. Prioritizing my grades was always a given and I excelled academically. I was thrilled when I was accepted to a prestigious Jesuit college in the northeast called Sacred Cross. Upon arriving on campus, I was floored by the high concentration of hot guys. I was not used to being around so many of them, and I reacted strongly every time I saw a handsome man. My virgin pussy was always wet and my sensitive nipples were constantly erect. I hungered for male attention in secret. I always had a nice body, with a slender figure and generous breasts. My good looks always attracted plenty of male interest, but I pledged to abstain from sex until marriage and this repelled many boys. My sexual frustration persisted for years and I brought myself off constantly with nothing but my fingers. In my junior year, I met a charming young man who shared my virginity pledge. He was tall and athletic and played on the basketball team. He wooed me with his caring nature and soon enough, I was eating out of the palm of his hand. We began going on dates and I quickly found myself falling in love with him. We spent many a night cuddling and I must admit I loved the feeling of his soft caresses. He often fondled my breasts, which were constantly swollen as long as he was around. I never resisted these advances, and he eventually graduated to gently taking my sensitive nipples into his mouth. Feeling him skillfully scrape his teeth across my hard nubs was the best sensation I had ever experienced. He would suck my areolae into his mouth and run his tongue all around them before releasing my stimulated flesh. He kept this up for what seemed like hours and I felt perfectly safe in his embrace, since I knew he wouldn't try to go all the way with me. I was so fucking horny, I knew I would be powerless to resist if he decided to take me right then and there. We dated like this for close to a year before he told me had a big surprise for me. We climbed a local mountain and once we reached the top, we took a minute to rest. He quickly got down on one knee and pulled a small black box out of his pocket. He took my hands in his and asked if I would marry him. I tearfully replied "yes!" and he slipped a modest engagement ring on my finger. After I joyfully accepted John's proposal, we unpacked and got in the sleeping bag we planned on sharing. We lay together for hours, kissing and quietly discussing our future. We gazed at the stars while planning our future life. As the night wore on and we grew more and more drowsy, he pulled me into a spoon position. I snuggled up to my future husband and happily fell asleep in his comforting embrace. While I was fast asleep, I experienced a wonderful erotic dream. John was behind me, and his penis was thrusting back and forth, sliding relentlessly across my labia and clit. The sensation was delicious as his cockhead slid over my sensitive button. He stimulated me in this manner for a long time and I laid there in complete submission as my future husband had his way with me. I surrendered to the pleasure that was coursing throughout my body and arched my back so he could attain the best angle possible. As he continued to pleasure my swollen labia and throbbing clit, my body couldn't help but react. With every stroke of his thick member, my vaginal lips spread wider and my pussy grew wetter. I could feel myself gradually building towards a delicious orgasm and when it finally hit, my vagina contracted like a steel vise. I longed to feel his cock deep inside me, but I had pledged to wait until marriage. As soon as I came down from my orgasm, his accelerated breathing informed me he was close. He pulled his cock back and changed his angle at the last minute, before pushing inside me a few inches. He sank in until he reached my hymen, and then began spurting inside me with a fury. I hadn't seen him in two weeks, and all that pent up semen got shot inside me. I laid there motionless as he sent spurt after spurt of his warm, thick spend into my young, fertile vagina. I relished the feeling of his warmth inside me and in that moment I felt perfectly loved. When I woke up in the morning, I thought about how wonderful my dream had been. I wistfully thought that it was too bad it was just a figment of my imagination. My biological clock was ticking, and I had always loved children. Now that I was engaged, I started dreaming about a family. As far as I was concerned, my fiancé was the perfect father. His talent singled him out for success and I loved him dearly. I smiled to myself as I silently wished he would take me and leave his mark in my belly. My growing waistline would be hard evidence that I was truly his. I remember thinking to myself "thank god I'm graduating soon. I want to have lots of babies." I laid there swooning in a half-conscious dreamy haze until I noticed something peculiar. I could feel an unusual wetness between my legs. I reached down and felt some thick fluid between my pussy lips. I took some between my fingers and brought it close to my face. The dream had been real! I was in the middle of my fertile period and I thought at that time that I was probably pregnant. I initially felt alarm, but that scary feeling was quickly replaced by elation. My dream of having a family might happen sooner than I had expected. I woke john up and told him that we needed to talk. I took his hand in mine and brought it to my pussy lips. I made sure he felt the semen that was there. He looked really worried but I gave him a big smile to let him know it was ok. I excitedly told him that I was fertile and I might be pregnant. He still looked concerned, so I pulled him to my body and kissed him deeply. I knew that either way, I would be fine. Two weeks later I missed my period, and I bought a home pregnancy test right afterwards. The test came out positive and I confirmed my pregnancy with a doctor as soon as I could. I was absolutely thrilled! I called my future hubby and enthusiastically told him that I had a bun in the oven and therefore we would need to fast track our wedding. I told all my friends and everyone in my church that I was expecting. As my belly swelled up, I didn't feel a single ounce of shame. I was experiencing the wonders of pregnancy, and I was still a chaste virgin. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that john would marry me. We began planning the wedding for right after graduation. For the last several months I was in school, I continued to study hard and kept up all my favorite activities. I regularly attended choir events. As my pregnancy advanced and I kept on singing, I must have been quite the spectacle. Several of my fellow choir members joked that we must be blessed since we had a pregnant virgin singing hymns. I took it all in stride and I sang in the chorus right until graduation. After four years of hard work, the big day came and it was time for me to get my diploma. I graduated summa cum laude with degrees in Finance and Economics. I walked the stage a hugely pregnant mom-to-be, my engagement ring resting snugly on my left hand and my right hand rested gently on my distended belly, which was currently 36 weeks along. My graduation gown clung to my stomach and breasts and I laughed to myself as I thought that I couldn't wait to deliver my senior thesis. It had been developing for 8 months and was sure to earn me high marks! My whole family showed up and insisted on taking pictures, but I was not embarrassed in the least. Although Even I looked about ready to pop, I was still a chaste virgin. I was thrilled that I would soon be a mother, and I felt like everything was coming together for me. A few weeks later, I married my dearest hubby in a small ceremony. I couldn't have been happier as I walked down the aisle, a pregnant virgin bride. I was only a week from my due date and my belly was impossible to miss. My raging hormones were really affecting me and I was unbelievably horny the whole day. I began counting down the hours until my love's cock would finally stretch my tight pussy. The minute the reception was over; I took John by the hand and quickly brought him to my bedroom. Once we reached our destination, he started out by gently kissing me. I had waited far too long for attention that subtle and I begged him to unzip my wedding dress. He undid the straps and the top half of my dress fell from my chest. He quickly catered to my breasts, which were hugely swollen and far more sensitive than they had been in the past. He gently kneaded my bosoms and used his skilled mouth to stimulate my nipples. He pushed my breasts together so he could quickly alternate between them. My head lolled back and forth and I moaned uncontrollably. He sucked my tits through two mind numbing orgasms before I begged him to fuck me. I gently pulled him from my breasts and looked him in the eye. "I've wanted this for so long. I can't wait any longer. Please fuck me." He heard the seriousness in my voice and removed my wedding dress as fast as he could. I gently lay down on the bed and waited while he quickly threw off all his clothing. John sat behind me and pulled me into a spoon position, just like the night he got me pregnant. He kissed me and told me that as husband and wife, we needed to finish what we started. He placed the head of his thick penis to my pussy lips, which were hugely swollen and dripping juices down my legs. He looked me deep in the eye and pushed forward slowly. My hymen stretched and broke around his invading member and I experienced a momentary sharp pain. John kept pushing until he was balls deep and then rested briefly. He kissed me softly as I took a minute to adjust to his manhood. I will never forget gazing deeply into his eyes as he gave me my first cock. I had never put anything in my pussy besides a tampon, and my tightness squeezed his thick shaft like a velvet vise. Plenty of my girlfriends had told me stories of losing their virginity just so their first lover could blow their load in less than ten minutes, but my husband had the endurance of a champion. We moved on to several other positions and I experienced countless orgasms. When he finally did come, he wrapped his arms around me and we fell into a blissful slumber. I woke up the next morning with his cock inside me and him asking if I wanted to do it again. I grinned and told him that he didn't need to ask. That day, we only left that bed to eat and visit the bathroom. A few short days later, my water broke unexpectedly and John rushed me to the hospital. Fortunately, my labor was brief and I gave birth in a few hours. The pain was indescribable as my child passed through the more sensitive parts of my body, but I considered it a small price to pay for motherhood. I gave birth to a 9 pound, 1 ounce boy that had brown fuzz on his head. He looks just like his father, and I have no doubt that he will one day be a very handsome man. I eagerly held him to my breast and relished the sensation as my first born child suckled at my bosom. I was on cloud nine as I held my baby. I had never felt so content.