A lesson about belief, and trust
"For the next 6 hours, she's yours. You can do anything to her you want and make
her do anything you want. The only restriction, is NOTHING permanent." She
looked at me sternly. I couldn't believe it. This woman was giving me free rein
to do just about anything I pleased with her little girl. My cock strained at my
trousers at the thought. June looked down and saw the lump in my pants, and
actually smiled. "I can see that you know what I mean," she said. It was all I
could do, to keep from losing it, and wasting a gallon of sperm down my
trouser-legs. Still, thinking of the girl waiting in the other room, for my
"services," was restraint enough. I managed to force myself to breathe easier.
"What do you mean by permanent," I asked, to be sure. I wasn't going to blow
getting a second chance, by going outside her rules. "For now," she said, "I
mean nothing that would last beyond tomorrow morning. She's got to go to school
tomorrow, and she's in swimming class, and she wears a bikini. No bruises, no
broken bones, no piercing of any kind, not even earrings. No skin- breaking of
any kind, such as scrapes, cuts, abrasions or most especially tattoos. And NO
blood. If Lynn wants to do any of these things, and I decide she can, I want to
be here to make sure you don't go too far. Understand?" I nodded. I did. "I'm
not quite sure you do," she said. June looked at me with steel in her eyes. "I'm
giving you permission to do just about anything you want to my little girl. But
let me tell you something. If I come back, and Lynn's been 'damaged' in any way,
you'll be peeing out of a hole where your prick used to be. Do I make myself
clear?" She had. "Uh. You said 'No blood.' What about her virginity?" "She's
been using tampon's for over a year now. That's no problem." Maybe not, but it
brought up another one. "Uh? Does your idea of 'permanent' damage include
pregnancy?" I wanted to be sure. We both knew I'd be screwing this delectable
piece, probably before she got to the mall. "Normally, that would be up to her,"
she said, giving me that steely look again. My hopes rose. Did she mean, that
she WANTED me to knock the kid up? I was brought down to earth, when she
continued. "But I don't think she deserves that privilege YET. I slipped some
condoms in your top-right-hand dresser drawer, while I was in there. Oh, one
final thing:" "What?" I asked, somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't be allowed
to plant a baby in the kid's cute little belly. Still, she hadn't said I wasn't
EVER going to be allowed to do it. Just not this time. "Give her a 'safeword.'"
I had been planning to, but I hadn't intended to let June know. I figured that
having her worry about the little girl would be a nice thing to torture HER
with, while I had my fun with her kid. Still, it was kinda nice to know that the
little girl's mother DID care for her, in spite of what looked like evidence to
the contrary. "Sure," I said. "I had planned on it." "You won't be sorry. If I
come back, and find out that she's used her safeword, and I figure she could
have taken a lot more, I'll see to it that you give her twice as much as she had
taken up to that point. Even if it leaves bruises, or draws blood. On the other
hand, she's got four reasons to use her safeword, that I won't punish her for,
and if you do, I'll have your balls hanging on the clothesline, before tomorrow
morning." "What's that?" "1. She REALLY can't stand the pain. I'll be the judge
of that one. 2, 3, and 4, are oral, anal, and vaginal sex. If she objects
strongly enough to use her safeword, you lay off. I won't have you raping her.
Capish?" "Capish. But if she doesn't?" "Then have a good time. I expect you to
TRY to get her to like it, but you don't have to. Just make sure she doesn't
hate it, before you're through. I don't want my daughter to grow up hating
either men, or sex. How well you do on THIS, determines whether you ever get a
second chance. Do it wrong, and you'll be sorry. At the very least, we won't be
back, and you've hinted you like my daughter so much you'd even marry her if
she'd have you, being so much older than her. On the other hand, if you do it
RIGHT, I promise you won't be disappointed, and I DO keep my promises." "Got
it!" I said. My whole plans for the evening, had revolved around making her
little girl "like" what I was going to do. I saw no reason to change THAT part
of my plans. We both went into the bedroom, to look at the trussed-up little
girl lying on the bed. Sixteen years old, with a body like. . . Wow! Nicely
rounded titties filled out the top of the girl's skin-tight little dress. A
short mini-skirt with matching black silken panties, finished off the bottom.
Her panties fit her so tightly, you could see the indentation of her slit in the
middle. Teenagers shouldn't be allowed to wear such clothes. It gives dirty old
men like me "hard attacks." What a gorgeous hunk of baby-making machinery! My
cock ached for her, and my mind ached at the thought of that smooth little belly
being grossly swollen with my baby kicking inside. Well, if I played it right,
maybe some night June might let me expand my lessons to "Pregnancy 101" or "How
to make a baby." The front of my pants was developing a "wet spot," at the very
thought. "Down Boy!" I thought. "Time enough for that later." June pulled the
gag out of her daughter's mouth. "See you tonight dear," she said, and kissed
Lynn on the lips. "Momma! You aren't going to leave me here with him, like THIS!
are you?" "Didn't you say, you wanted to learn about bondage and discipline?"
"Yes but. . ." "Well Mr. Jones here, is going to teach you. He knows a lot more
about it, than I do. He'll see to it, that you're properly trained." "But Momma!
He's a man, and he might. . . Oh! You mean I'm supposed to . . ?" "That's up to
you dear, for now. He'll explain it all to you. After all, he's the trainer, not
me. If you REALLY don't want to do this, use the safeword I taught you, and
we'll call the whole thing off. Otherwise, I'll see you this evening, sometime
after 6:00. You DO remember the safeword?" "Yes Momma." Suddenly, the little
girl's voice rose almost to a scream. "Oh Momma! Don't leave me here! PLEASE
Mommy. I'll be a good girl. Momma please, he'll hurt me! Don't go Momma. Don't
leave me here like this!" The little girl's words almost tore my heart, and I'm
a pretty tough guy. Still, I looked at June. She had an angry look on her face,
as she stuffed the gag back into her child's mouth, and said sternly. "Screaming
won't do any good. I'm sure Mr. Jones here has better things to do, than put up
with the squalling of spoiled brats. If you don't stop it right now, I'll leave
you here overnight. For a second, her head turned to one side, as she caught my
eye, and winked. Obviously, Lynn hadn't used whatever safeword she had given her
daughter. The screams and struggling, were all for show. And what a show! If I
hadn't been listening closely, I would have untied the girl myself, and sent her
on her way, with her mother. As is was, it was all I could do to restrain an
enormous hard-on. Her mother's threat, DID have an effect on Lynn. She
immediately stopped struggling, and fighting to get words out around the gag. I
guess she didn't really trust me enough yet to go past the originally scheduled
6 hours. "Now, you'll see that she gets plenty to eat and drink," said June,
looking pointedly at my swelling penis. It was all I could do to keep from
busting out laughing. The three of us were playing games like I was really going
to do something horrible to her little girl. Well, who knows, maybe I was.
Still, she seemed to want it. I assured June that I would "feed" her little girl
properly and yes, I would see that she got enough to "drink" too. I almost peed
my pants, at the lewd suggestion of what I was going to give the little girl to
drink. Almost, but I decided to save it for Lynn, in case she got thirsty. Oh
God! My cock was aching, and my gut too, with suppressed laughter. I could tell,
that both June and her mother got the 'point' as well, as June shook with
suppressed giggles, and Lynn shook with fear. . . Or was that laughter too?
"You'll see that she gets some sleep, while I'm gone, won't you?" She almost,
but not quite, giggled. I assured her, that I would not only put the little girl
to "bed," but if necessary, I'd sleep with the little girl, to "make sure she
gets her rest." Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started making "mmmph,"
"MMmmmph!" noises through her gag. She looked frightened half to death. June
bent down, Kissed the little girl on the cheek, ignoring the frantic grunts of
the little girl, as she fought the gag, and said, "Now you be sure and do
whatever Mr. Jones tells you to, dear. I'll be back tonight." With this, we both
left the little girl, still bound hand, foot, and body, and went back into the
living room, where she got ready to leave. As she prepared to go, I couldn't
help but ask, "Are you sure about this? Lynn looked REALLY scared there, at the
end." June's face lit up in a smile. "I knew you were the right one," she said.
"I almost wasn't sure. Now I can quit worrying that you might really hurt her.
Thanks. No, she could have stopped us anytime, right up until we left the room.
Lynn WANTS to do this, and I'm not going to cheat her." "Unh. She couldn't say
anything, once you put the gag back in her mouth," I pointed out. "She looked
pretty scared there, when we left." June smiled again. "I guess I'll have to
demonstrate," she said, then yelled, "LYNN. USE YOUR SAFEWORD. ONCE IF YOU'RE
OK. TWICE, IF YOU WANT OUT!" There was silence from the other room, then
faintly: "Bang bang bang," as the headboard of the bed hit the wall. Definitely
an odd-number. Still, it MIGHT be a mistake, and she wanted to do it only twice.
Silence afterward. "See," said June, then seeing my worry, "DO IT AGAIN, ONE
TIME, IF YOU'RE OK!" Faintly: "Bang BANG bang." There was no doubt. "See," said
June, "any strike, any three grunts, wheezes, bangs, etc., with about that same
timing, and I know she's had enough." I was impressed. Here I thought I was the
bondage expert. "Do you mind, if I use the same system?" I asked her. This had
definite advantages. "If you wish. Or, you can use anything else you want. In
the meantime, here's a number I'll be at, most of the time, just in case.
Second, If you goof, or get carried away, Here's the number of the clinic we go
to, and her doctor's name. If you hurt her, even by accident, the speed you get
her to the doctor, determines whether you get to keep your balls or not. Do I
make myself clear?" She did. "Perfectly," I said. "Also," she continued, "in
case of a REAL emergency, there's always 911. If you have to use that number,
the speed you use determines whether you get to keep your life, or not. Do I
make myself COMPLETELY clear on that one?" She had. I gulped and nodded,
suddenly unsure of whether I should go through with this myself. June decided
for me. "See you tonight," she said, slipping out the door. "Don't go TOO easy
on her either. Remember, she wants it, and if you do it right, this is just the
beginning!" There was a as the door shut. For a second, I stood there,
looking at the door. Then I shook myself, and headed for the bedroom, where a
beautiful 16 year old girl lay bound and gagged, waiting for me to return,
knowing I had her mother's permission to do "anything I want" with her. Only six
hours, to work with. Hopefully, the little girl would be waiting on me naked, my
sperm in all three holes, begging to be used, when her mother returned. Well,
OK, sperm in two holes, but the third one well-used. I remembered her mother's
instructions. I hoped that I would need to use of a LOT of those foil packets
that her mother assured me were in the top right-hand dresser drawer. There were
enough. I'd have to be superman to run out. There was a whole gross of them. I
like people who plan ahead. Lynn had rolled over, and was looking at me, with
frightened eyes, as she saw me open the drawer. When she saw me examining the
condoms, her eyes got big, and frightened. I could tell that the girl knew what
they were used for. I decided I'd better start. 5 hours and 50 minutes remained.
"Lynn," I said. Her big blue eyes looked at me. "One time!" She looked
frightened now. What rule had she broken, or was I going to give her to obey?
"Your safeword remains the same. If you understand this and accept it, give me
your safeword now. If not, just lie still, and don't say anything." Lynn's foot
managed to unbend enough to reach the footboard of the bed. With me there in the
room, she didn't have to go through the gyrations necessary to bang the
headboard against the wall. "Tap tap tap," went her foot, then she relaxed.
"Fine," I said. "Now, do you REALLY want to go through with this? If not, use
that safeword right now, and I'll untie you, and we'll just have a quiet
afternoon together, reading or watching television. You'll go back with your
mother this afternoon, and I'll never see you again." I waited. Then I waited a
little more to be sure. Lynn didn't move. "OK," I said, suddenly the stern
taskmaster. "Lynn, you raised quite a ruckus, when your mother left. You almost
sounded like you were scared of me. Are you scared of me Lynn?" Lynn's eyes were
wide, but she started to shake her head. I grinned. I had thought I would have
to ask her a couple of questions before I got lucky. "Oh Lynn," I said sadly,
"now you did it. You lied to me. This is your first lesson, and the most
important: Don't EVER lie to me. Understand?" Lynn nodded, as much as she could,
being bound and gagged. "Now Lynn, I WAS going to untie you, and let you stretch
out for a while before we got started, but since you lied to me, I've got to
punish you instead. You realize that, don't you?" The little girl nodded, a tear
starting down her cheek. Obviously being bound for so long was REALLY beginning
to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to give her a chance to please me
relatively sooner than I had originally planned, so that she could unwind,
before we got into the planned training schedule. Besides, I wanted to see the
little girl naked, and trussed up like that, it would be impossible to get her
clothes off. I picked her up bodily, and put her across my knee. Lynn was
shocked with the ease of which I handled her small body. "THIS!" I said, laying
three healthy swats across her smooth little panty-covered ass, "is for lying to
me! Next time, It'll be much worse!" "Unph Unnnph unh!" Lynn grunted in time
with the swats. For a second, I was struck by the resemblance to her 'safeword'
then remembered that she only did them, in time to the swats, not out-of-sync. I
resolved to stagger future punishment, so there would be no such confusions.
After letting her rest for a second, and get her breath after her first
punishment, I continued. "And THIS!" I said, reaching down and ripping her
panties off violently, leaving her bare-assed to six full-armed healthy blows,
nearly as hard as I could swing, on her now pantyless bottom, "is to remind you
that you are SUPPOSED to be scared of me." I didn't swing harder, because the
first three blows had told me that her rump wasn't as firm and full of
muscle-tone as some of the women I knew, and if I gave her my full strength, it
would probably break blood- vessels, and bruise her. My hands were strong and
callused, and I could deliver swats hard enough to raise welts on even toughened
veterans at this game. I liked to use my bare hands, at least at the beginning,
for three reasons. First, I liked to feel a woman's (girl's in this case) bare
bottom. Second, I could judge exactly how hard I hit. And third, I could test to
see how firm she was, and therefore how much she could take later on. I hadn't
really needed her mother's warning of "no bruises" I NEVER bruised any of my
"clients," or even my friends. I hoped that Lynn would end up being one of the
latter. As it was, my callused hand on her bare bottom raised a nice shade of
pink, as I very carefully spaced the blows, to both ensure that I didn't
duplicate her "safeword" timing, and to make the red spread smoothly across her
cute little bottom. I didn't want to raise a welt, but I DID want her to feel
like I was. A fine point, that some disciplinarians can't (or won't) do. By the
time I finished, Lynn was crying for real, tears dripping on the bed. I could
tell that this little girl had very rarely, if ever received such abuse. Still,
there was not even a hint of her "chickening out" and using her safeword. I was
proud of her. "Now Lynn? I'm going to ask you again. Are you scared of me?" THIS
time, Lynn nodded violently. "Good!" I said. "Remain that way, and we'll have
very little trouble this afternoon." She did. "Now," I said, "as your reward for
not struggling, when I spanked you, I'm going to take the ropes off you, and let
you get undressed." Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started to shake
her head, then thought better of it. I decided to temporarily remove the gag, as
well. "Do you have some kind of trouble with that?" I asked sternly. "Do I have
to get undressed?" she asked plaintively. "I've never been naked in front of
anyone except Momma before, and you're a man and. . ." "That's the idea," I
said. "To really appreciate discipline, you've got to be naked and vulnerable.
Later on, if you work hard enough to deserve it, I'll let you undress me, so
that you won't feel so embarrassed at being the only one without any clothes
on." Lynn's eyes showed me that she was even more frightened at this idea, than
being naked in front of me. I knew that she would feel differently before the
day was through. Five hours and a half to go. Six hours later, I was fucking
Lynn for the third time. Third time in the cunt, that is. Two used condoms lay
on the floor beside me, and a white drop of sperm welling out of her well-used
asshole attested to the fact that Lynn had been VERY good at getting me excited
that day. The 16 year old girl was strapped to a chair, crosswise, and gagged,
as I gently fucked her again. Once in her ass, not 5 minutes before, and I was
already about to cum in her tight little cunny. I couldn't believe how sexy the
little girl had turned out to be. Being fucked like this, was actually a reward
I had devised for the little girl, after she had performed a striptease for me,
that would make a eunuch squirt sperm. I had managed to get most of it on tape,
and had promised Lynn a copy to take home and look at. She didn't seem to mind,
that I would be showing off her sexy little body to tens, maybe even hundreds of
other men. The thought of hundreds of men jacking off to her undressing on
screen, had so excited her, that she had begged me to take her and fuck her. I
had made her pay for the pleasure by tying her up so tight, that she couldn't
move, or speak, to show how much fun she was having. I had left one hand free,
to both allow her some movement, and as access to her "safeword" I had so
tightly gagged her, that she couldn't even grunt, and the rest of her body was
so thoroughly trussed up in the chair, that she could barely move her free hand,
to reach me in thanks. It was this scene, with me naked behind her little girl,
stroking for climax, that greeted June when she returned. She looked at where my
condom-covered cock had vanished up inside her little girl's tight little hole.
"Is she good?" she asked, as she watched me push up hard inside her daughter. I
could feel the little girl's cervix open up around the head of my penis, each
time I bottomed out in her. It was only the thin film of the latex, that had
kept me from filling the little girl's womb with baby-making seed three times
that day. Lynn had definitely been "good." I felt her tight little cunny clamp
down on my prick. Hearing her mother, and knowing she was being watched, had
triggered her orgasm. The feeling was exquisite. "Did she do everything she was
supposed to?" asked June, as she watched me fuck her daughter. I remembered how
the little girl had swallowed my piss, and sucked me off without complaint only
a two-hours before. This was her reward for doing such a good job on that, and
the striptease, and she definitely seemed to like what I was doing. Her vagina
was now clamping down rhythmically on my cock, as the little girl went into an
almost continuous orgasm. Squeeze after squeeze. Only the gag in her mouth, and
the fact that she was barely able to move in the chair where I had tied her,
kept her from showing her appreciation even more, Still, from the rivers of
cunt-fluid running from her over-used little slit, it was obvious, even to her
mother, that Lynn was happy with what I was doing. "Oh God!" I said. "Did she
ever!" "Then I think my little girl deserves a reward," said June. "Pull your
cock out, all the way, so that I can see it. I want to make sure you're using
that condom the right way." It was murder to pull out, but I did anyway. Lynn's
little pussy didn't seem to want to let go. From her tied down position, Lynn
couldn't quite see what was going on between her legs. About this time, a big
white sticky gob of sperm that had been slowly oozing out of Lynn's tight little
ass picked this moment to gather itself together, and start to slide down
towards the gaping hole left by my exiting cock. June and I reached for Lynn
simultaneously. I was about to wipe the little girl up, with a Kleenex, so she
didn't get pregnant, when June almost blew my mind away. "I'll get it," she
said, pushing me away. She reached out with her index-finger, and scooped up the
big blob of white stuff. Then, she calmly took her finger and pushed it up
inside her little girl's hole?! I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Carefully,
June wiped her finger off on the lips of her little girl's slowly closing cunny,
making sure that every bit of my sticky cum was inside her little girl's vagina.
"Now push it back in," she said. "We don't want to waste any of it." I gaped at
her. "But she could get. . ." "Pregnant?" asked June. "You're right. Having a
baby is serious business. When my daughter gets a big belly, I don't want it to
be by ACCIDENT. You do know what I mean?" "I sure do," I said. "You're sure this
is what you want?" "I'm sure," affirmed June. "Now you push your cock up inside
her while I watch, so that I can make sure you're doing it right." Almost
fainting with the thrill of watching my cock push my sperm up inside the little
girl, I did as the woman asked. I took three good strokes, watching my sperm
turn the outside of the condom white and sticky, before June asked me to pull
out again. The by now continuous squeezing of the teenager's tight little slit
almost had me cumming, but I grit my teeth, trying to hold out a little longer.
"Oh good," said June, looking at my condom-covered penis. "It's a good thing
you've got that on right," she said, pulling it down tight around the head of my
penis, smoothing out the little gap I had left in the tip, to allow for
friction, and to hold the sperm. "I bet you wish you didn't have this condom in
the way, so you could feel my daughter's slick little cunny squeezing on your
bare prick, while you squirted my little girl's womb full of baby-juice, don't
you?" "You know, if this thing should somehow crack, or split," she continued,
running a sharp fingernail over the now tightly stretched latex covering the
bulging head of my cock, "you could actually squirt your sperm inside my little
girl, and get her pregnant." With this, she pushed the head of my penis back
into Lynn's tight little crack, just as the condom started to split around the
tip, and slide back painfully over the head of my engorged cock for a second,
before the tear stopped, just behind the head that was now threatening to squirt
my seed all over the inside of her daughter's tight little belly. "We wouldn't
want that to happen by accident, would we?" I couldn't believe it. The woman was
actually trying to get me to impregnate her little daughter! "No," I grunted,
shoving my cock to the hilt in the little girl's belly. "We sure wouldn't want
to get her pregnant by accident." I couldn't help it. My cock grew almost
another inch, as the thought of knocking this cute kid up, with her mother's
connivance, was to much for me. This time, the whole head of my penis snapped
into the little girl's womb, as I started pumping sperm into her body, like a
fire-hose gone amok. Spasm after spasm shook me, as I did my best to plant a
baby in the child's receptive young womb. By now, her vagina was in one long
continuous shuddering orgasm. I had seen it only a few times before, where a
woman would not only climax several times, but go into a state of almost
continuous orgasm that didn't stop until either she collapsed from exhaustion,
or the man stopped stimulating her. I was proud that I had managed to get Lynn
to such a state of excitement, on our first time together. I was vaguely aware
of the hand I had left free pulling on my hair, as I spasmed inside her, forcing
more and more of my sperm into her uterus. Tug tug tug. God it felt good to
actually cum inside her, with my by-now bare penis feeling every inch of her
squeezing little slit, filling her womb with my baby-making seed. TUG TUG TUG!
"What the?" Suddenly, I was aware of what I was doing. OH MY GOD! For the first
time, I realized just how far I had gone. Not only had I came in the little
girl, possibly (Probably) getting her pregnant, but I had been so involved, I
had ignored her safeword when she wanted me to stop. She must somehow have known
what was happening, and didn't want to get pregnant. Oh SHIT! I yanked my
still-spurting penis from inside the little girl, spraying her backside, and the
outside of her vagina with the last sticky drops of my potent seed. As I
frantically scrambled to untie her, June seemed to get in my way, hurriedly
stripping the split condom from my penis, and wiping the stray drops of sperm
off her little girl's vagina. Lynn had collapsed, seeming unable to move, as I
removed the last of the restraints, and untied the gag, with trembling fingers.
I was so mad at myself I was shaking with suppressed fury. NEVER in my life as a
"top" had I ever missed a client's first "safeword" let alone one from a friend.
I knew I had blown whatever chance I had of making the relationship permanent
with Lynn. She would never trust me now! More important, I would never trust me.
In the excitement of her mother "helping" me make a baby in the little girl,
without her knowledge, but with her (implied) consent, I had not only missed the
first use of her "safeword" but had almost missed the second! The excitement was
no excuse. A top couldn't afford to lose control. The whole idea, was to make
the bottom lose control, while the top kept his (or hers). Otherwise, what's the
point of being a top? "Oh Lynn." I was babbling, trying somehow, someway to
apologize. "I'm so sorry. I didn't feel it the first time. What's the matter
Honey? Please speak to me. Please don't be mad. I'm so sorry. What's the matter?
Lynn?!" This last, was almost a scream, as by now I was frightened. Lynn just
lay there, across the chair, gasping, not replying to either her mother's or my
more and more frantic requests. Jesus Christ! What had I done?! I must have
almost killed the girl, and never known it. I was finished as a top. Never
again! "Felt. . . . So. . . . . good!" gasped Lynn, as her breathing finally
slowed down to a fast pant. By this time, June and I had her sprawled out on the
soft carpet, with her arms and legs spread out, as though she were tied
spread-eagled in a bed. She seemed to only hear part of my apology, when I kept
asking her if she'd forgive me for not stopping sooner. "Hated. . to. . make you
. . stop," she said; her words getting clearer now. "It was . just, too . good.
I couldn't stop cumming! Over and over and over. Finally, I had to stop, or I
would have passed out. I thought I was going to die, it was so good. Whoooooo!"
I breathed a sigh of relief. The intensity of her climax had been too much for
such an inexperienced girl. I could understand her fear though. I had almost
passed out myself, once or twice from sensual overload, and some of the
"bottoms" I worked with came to me, just to have me produce such an experience
for them. Next time, Lynn wouldn't have to stop. "Honey," I said, getting her
attention, "you didn't have to stop. I know several women who do this all the
time. Next time, just let it flow over you. You won't regret it." "But my heart
felt like it was going to burst," said Lynn, "and I was losing consciousness." I
smiled. "You're only 16 Lynn. I wouldn't worry about your heart giving out on
you just yet. Now if you were 45, and overweight, maybe, but I don't think so.
As to losing consciousness, you said you felt like you were dying of pleasure?"
Lynn nodded. "Well, as a friend of mine, who does this all the time says, 'What
a way to go!' You won't die from overdose of pleasure Lynn, You'll just wish you
could!" I smiled at her. Lynn smiled back. June looked at me. "You're that good
huh?" What could I say? I shrugged. June turned to her 16-year old offspring,
looking so beautiful, with the red marks on her body already starting to fade
into the flush from her recent orgasm. "Would you like to thank Mr. Jones for
what he's done for you today?" she asked. For a second, Lynn paled, as she
remembered how I liked to be "paid" for her fun. Then she bit her lip, gulped,
and nodded. She could take a little more. I wondered what part of her body that
I hadn't already hit, slapped, swatted or pinched, June was expecting me to use.
It turned out, that June's idea of "payment" didn't match mine. I prefer hers.
"Tie her up in the bed," said June. "Face-up, and spread- eagled." A woman after
my own heart. She picked up the two used condoms, and followed me, as I followed
her instructions, by picking Lynn up, enjoying the feel of her naked skin
against mine. Soon, Lynn was helpless on the bed, the very picture of a young
girl, about to be raped. My prick was aching hard again, at the very thought.
"Now look down," commanded June, as she motioned me to get between her
daughter's legs. Lynn looked down, at where I was positioning myself. Her eyes
bulged, as she noticed that THIS time, I wasn't wearing a condom. "Momma!" she
gasped. "He's not. . ." "Uhuh," said June. "You said you wanted to thank him.
Well, It doesn't feel nearly as good to a man, when he wears a condom. You'll
REALLY show how much you appreciate what he's done for you, if you let him put
it in, just this once, without using a rubber." "But Momma!" wailed the girl "I
might get pregnant!" "Mr. Jones is a nice guy Lynn," replied June. "I'm sure
that if you'll do this for him, he'll pull out." "After you 'cum' inside her, I
hope," she whispered in my ear, before continuing to her offspring. "Or, we
could untie you now, and just go home, if you don't think he deserves the feel
of your tight little cunny against his bare prick, squeezing and milking on it,
trying to make him cum inside you. I thought you were grateful!" "Oh go ahead,"
said Lynn. "I really want him to, but I'm just scared. I like the idea of him
feeling me, and even me feeling him without a condom." She looked down, where my
condomless penis was approaching her inviting little slit. "Momma! There's some
cum on the head of his penis!" Sure enough, a white drop of sperm from my
previous orgasm inside her, was slowly welling out of the hole in the tip of my
prick. It got slightly bigger, as her mother grabbed my cock and firmly pressed
the head, drop of cum and all, into her daughter's tight little cunny. "It's
just a drop," said June; ignoring the fact that by the time she had inserted the
head of my cock into her little girl, the drop was almost a third of an inch in
diameter, and threatening to fall off the tip. She also ignored the fact that it
took only one drop, to get her daughter pregnant, no matter how small that drop
was. "But Momma!" said Lynn, then stopped protesting. By now it was too late, as
she felt my cock slide home in her belly, hopefully leaving the cum on the tip
pushed into her uterus, where it belonged. I had barely gotten inside her,
before I was threatening to start squirting baby-juice all over the inside of
the little girl; instead of giving her the nice long loving screw she deserved.
I needn't have worried. Watching me slide my sperm-dripping cock up in her
belly, must have triggered some primitive desire to reproduce in her. Feeling my
(as she now knew) bare cock sliding in and out, knowing she MIGHT get pregnant,
was both a thrill and a terror to the young girl. Also, she was still somewhat
excited, and not completely recovered from her earlier orgasm. Lynn began
climaxing uncontrollably, after only two full strokes. It was too much for me.
Feeling Lynn's tight little cunny in orgasm around my now bare quivering prick,
and knowing that the girl actually KNEW this time, that I might be getting her
pregnant, while her mother tried every way she could, to sneak more of my
baby-juice into her daughter's fertile young womb, without the child suspecting,
was WAY too much for my overexcited prick. I felt a wave of release go through
me; as a pulse of sperm spat out of the head of my penis, into the welcoming
belly of the teenager; this time, with no latex barrier to get in the way. "Oh
LYNN!" I groaned, as a second pulse left still another big blob of seed in the
girl's body. "I'm. . . " "Going to cum?" interrupted her mother. "Remember WHEN
to pull out! After all, we want to be careful about making a baby, since Lynn is
probably fertile right now. So you be SURE and do it right." A third contraction
shook me, as I deposited one last pulse of sperm inside Lynn's vagina. I gasped,
and pulled out my still cum-leaking cock. A big glob of sperm slowly oozed out
the tip, and onto the little girl's bare belly, One drop, then another, until
there was a little pool of white, obscenely puddled next to her navel. "I
thought it would 'spurt' out," said Lynn, looking disappointed, at the gooey
puddle on her belly. "I guess you must have wrung him dry," said June, trying to
keep Lynn from thinking I might have left the real spurts inside her, instead of
outside. There was enough sperm puddled on her flat little tummy though to help
alleviate that worry. "A guy just can't 'cum' and 'cum' like a woman can. He's
only got so much." True, but in these circumstances, very deceptive. "Now let's
see what we can do, about this matter of you getting pregnant," continued June,
rummaging in a bag on the floor, out of sight of her daughter. It's amazing how
two people can hear the same words, and get entirely different meanings. *I*
heard her say she was doing something to GET her daughter pregnant, while LYNN
heard her say she was doing something to KEEP her from BEING pregnant. Amazing.
"Found IT!" she said, triumphantly, holding up a plastic case. "But Momma," said
Lynn, by now confused, "isn't it a little late for that?" By now, June had
removed a pink rubber device, that I recognized as a woman's diaphragm. I was as
confused as her daughter. "Not for what I have in mind," said June. Again, a
different meaning to each of us. "First, let me wipe this off you," she said,
taking a plastic spoon from her purse, and scraping up the glob of cum on her
daughter's belly. My jaw dropped, as I watched what she did next. Calmly, she
poured the puddle of cum INTO the cup of the diaphragm! "Now where's that 'sperm
jelly'?" she said, fumbling around until she found the two used condoms. I was
gasping in absolute admiration, for the way she had her daughter hearing one
thing, while I heard just the opposite. What an incredible, kinky lady! June
milked every last drop of cum out of the condoms, smearing it all over the
inside of the rubber cup. "You want to make sure you cover every inch," she told
both of us. "I need a little more." With this, she reached out to the still
dripping tip of my cock, and added the drop on the end to the puddle in her
little girl's sperm-filled baby-barrier. I still couldn't believe I was hearing
and seeing what I did, as I watched the woman carefully pick up the semen-filled
diaphragm, curling it a little, remarking, "Mustn't spill the 'sperm jelly,'"
and inserted it into the 16 year old girl, pushing it home with a snap. Almost
all the sperm I had ejaculated that day, was now trapped inside her daughter's
vagina, soaking into the little girl's womb, behind the latex barrier. I was
ready to cum again, at just the thought. Too late now. "Now," said June, closing
the plastic case with a snap, and putting it back in her purse, "we can give her
a douche, without washing the sperm. If you douche, after being fucked,
sometimes you'll just wash the sperm up into your womb, instead of washing it
out," she explained. "Lynn's got to go to school tomorrow, without smelling like
a whorehouse. So, we'll douche her now, and she can just leave that diaphragm in
for a couple of days to make sure. Her period's in about two more weeks, so she
could be fertile right now." How she managed to say this with a straight face,
I'll never know. I was in too much of a state of disbelief, and shock to even
giggle at the woman's double meanings. Not to mention, admiration. Together, we
untied Lynn. (NOW I knew why June had REALLY wanted the little girl tied up. She
didn't want Lynn to see what kind of "sperm jelly" [NOT spermicidal jelly] went
into that rubber cup.) June took Lynn into the bathroom, gave her the promised
"douche," and an enema too, and had her take a shower, before they headed home.
"You're a nasty, sneaky, devious old woman," I said to June, while Lynn showered
in the other room. "Trying to get your little girl pregnant, without her
knowing. Shame on you. I love it. If I wasn't so in love with your daughter, I'd
be asking you to marry me." "Well," grinned June back at me, "pretty soon, she's
not going to have much choice, is she? Remember back when we came here, I said
if you do it right, I'd see that you weren't disappointed? Well, are you happy?"
"I'm happy," I said. "I just hope Lynn's happy too." "Oh, don't worry. She will
be. She likes you, and she really LOVES babies. She's always baby-sitting, and
you should see the look on her face, when she's got a drooling little bundle of
joy in her arms. I just decided to speed things up a little, and give her a
little surprise, for Christmas." I counted on my fingers. March-15th, plus
nine-months. Close enough. "You WILL invite me over to see the baby?" I asked,
seriously. "Well actually, I was expecting the two of YOU to invite ME over."
"It's a date." As they left, I heard Lynn whispering to her mother, "Mom! You
let him put his thing in me, when there was still cum on it. You'd almost think
you WANTED me to get pregnant." "You WOULD almost think so, wouldn't you?"
replied June. "I noticed you weren't exactly turned off by the idea though."
"Well. . . I'd just better not. Can you imagine me going to school with a big
belly? God, I hope his sperm doesn't leak past that diaphragm!" "I hope so too
dear."
Two nights later, They both stopped by again. June told me that her
daughter was fine, and that she had liked what we had done but, she wanted to
try "regular" sex for once. Since Lynn didn't have a regular boyfriend, (Hard to
believe, with HER body.) she wanted to try it with me, to see which kind she
really preferred. June (correctly) figured that I wouldn't mind "doing the
honors" even if straight-vanilla sex wasn't usually my thing. Besides, they
didn't have the time, for a full-blown "lesson" this time. Well, if you think
that I was going to turn down ANY chance at screwing this girl who had even an
old bachelor like me thinking really seriously about how I could trap this SYT
(sweet young thing) into saying "Yes," to the classic question: "Do you, Lynn
Anthony take this man. . . " (OK, I'm not so old. 27 is considered young, by
most people. It's just old compared to 16) Well, anyway, If you think I'd pass
up such a chance, then you're crazier than I am. Besides, I'd been having wet
dreams, ever since that incredible night where her mother had "helped me out,"
so to speak. Even straight-vanilla sex has its things going for it: Bare-body
sliding against bare-body, the slap of bellies coming together, the satisfying
*spurt* of hot fresh cum into a receptive young womb, the sweet panting in your
ear of a young girl who's *trying* to get pregnant, the tongue in your mouth and
in your ear, the sweet ripples of a bare vagina milking your seed into a fertile
vagina, the. . . Sorry, I got carried away with my daydreams. These things
usually didn't happen to ME. Most of the women I dealt with were both
religiously on birth-control, and expected me to use a condom besides. I was
quite happy with this, as (up to now) I had no intentions of ever getting
married. Much as I enjoyed sex, I found the thought of settling down with one
woman, shall we say, unsettling. Until two days ago, that is. Now, I wondered
how I was going to make it through the rest of my life, if Lynn said "No," When
I got up enough nerve to ask her. To answer the question that might be bothering
you: No, I did NOT plan on using the baby that might even then be growing in her
sexy little tummy, as a point of leverage. I planned on asking Lynn to marry me,
BEFORE she even knew about it. If I could just get up my nerve, that is. And:
Yes, if she refused me, I'd still see that she got child-support. I just hoped
she'd let me visit the kid, at least on weekends. I take my responsibilities
seriously, and pay my debts. All of which June knew, or she would never have
pulled that incredible stunt the other night. So you can see, that I was
definitely not adverse to having sex with Lynn. Not even plain old-fashioned
missionary-style sex. Just as long as I got my thick fat cock up inside her
tight little hole, and managed to leave a generous helping of the sperm that I
had been saving for the last two days in her sexy little tummy. (No, I hadn't
"cum" since Lynn and June were last over. Each time I started to "jack-off" it
was such a disappointment, after that incredible last scene in the chair, and on
the bed, that I lost my hard-on, before I finished. Let's face it, I was
spoiled, and was hoping that I could somehow repeat it with someone [hopefully
Lynn] before my balls burst. None of my regular clients, or even friends [female
that is] were available that week though.) I wondered if June had any more kinky
ideas, like last time. It turned out, that she did. Or at least, another
variation of the same one. She told me later, that she had to work carefully on
Lynn for the last two days, to set this up, or I wouldn't have gotten to see
either of them, until the next weekend. (What happened THEN, is a different
story, and not nearly so nice.) THIS time, June wasn't leaving. She wanted to
supervise every step of THIS "lesson," to be sure that Lynn "got it done right".
My cock ached at the thought of what June REALLY wanted me to "do right" with
her daughter. After she had explained all this, June had us all get undressed
together. Surprisingly, Lynn didn't seem to object, at seeing her own mother
naked with me, and it became apparent, that she expected me to have sex with HER
as well! June explained that neither of them were the jealous types, and Lynn
had already told her, that she would be welcome to come over and "get relief"
from her husband, if she ever got married. June had already let Lynn "play with"
a couple of June's dates, but things had never progressed very far yet. Well,
Lynn had actually sucked off ONE of June's dates one morning, when he had stayed
overnight, and Lynn found him in the bathroom the next morning. Except for that
and tampons, Lynn had actually been a virgin, when I so thoroughly "used" her
two nights ago, and I hadn't even known. I had suspected she might be, but what
girl her age really is, at 16? Especially one as sexy and full of life as Lynn?
It began to look as if I not only had gotten a virgin, but if I married Lynn,
I'd get her mother thrown into the bargain. Wow! What a way to sweeten the pot!
I mentioned before that Lynn was sexy didn't I? I did? Good. Well, where Lynn
was sexy, June was voluptuous. For every curve Lynn had, June had more. As I
mentioned before, if I hadn't fallen so hard for Lynn, that all other women
seemed to pale beside her, then her mother would probably be the type I'd be
chasing. If I got Lynn, I'd get her TOO?! WHAT an incentive! My hormones were
already out of control thinking about having Lynn around as a permanent
bed-partner, and life-partner as well (hopefully). This was enough to make my
mind go out of kilter. While all this was running through my mind. (It wasn't
over 15 minutes from the time they walked in the door, before we were all naked,
sitting around the kitchen table, discussing sex and babies, and even names for
them, while we drank a pre-sex cup of coffee. A nice way to warm-up. I recommend
it highly.) June then said that she'd better do something about that diaphragm,
that Lynn still had in her from the other day. "Sperm usually only live about
three days or so in a woman's vagina," she explained to both me and Lynn. "So
this should be about the right time to change it." Oh GOD! She was doing it
again! June had Lynn spread her legs, while she removed the diaphragm that had
been keeping my sperm trapped inside the girl's body, for the last two days.
"We've got to be sure to do this right," continued June, "as this is Lynn's best
time to 'catch'. I checked her temperature this morning, and used a litmus test
as well. She should be ovulating right now. So, I'm going to make sure this
diaphragm is 'properly' prepared, before she uses it again." I could only gaze
in awe at the woman's sheer brass; of telling me she expected me to impregnate
her daughter; while using the exact same words to tell the girl that she was
protecting her from that very same thing! "Now you go into the bathroom, and
douche," said June, "while I fix this diaphragm." I still couldn't believe June
could say this with a straight face. Me, I was so much in awe, I didn't even
THINK of laughing. Besides, I knew June would half kill me, if I did. Not to
mention losing out completely in the "baby" sweepstakes with Lynn. While Lynn
dutifully paraded her cute little ass off to the bedroom, I watched in
admiration as June took the diaphragm over to the sink to clean it off, before
"fixing" it for Lynn. I looked at it with disappointment. I had hoped to: A. Be
able to see some of my "cum" still inside it. It was just wet- looking, with
normal vaginal-secretions. Lynn's body must have soaked up all the semen. And:
B. I had hoped to somehow be allowed to fuck the little girl without ANY
barriers keeping my sperm out of the child's womb. June seemed to be planning on
using the diaphragm to protect her daughter from pregnancy this time. Oh well!
At least ONCE, I had done it. Actually squirted my seed in the little girl's
unprotected belly, that is. I mustn't get TOO greedy. Not many bachelors got
even ONE chance. While I was thinking this, I watched as June first carefully
cleaned the rubber cup and ring, then pulled an Exacto-Knife out of her purse,
and calmly CUT THE RUBBER LOOSE FROM THE RING! Even watching her, I couldn't
believe it. She then reached over to my pre-cum dripping cock with her finger,
and smeared it all over the ring, lubricating it, and then palmed both ring and
rubber cup in her hand, as Lynn returned, explaining to both of us, "I put the
'sperm jelly' all over the ring, to lubricate it, and to make sure it performs
properly." I was almost ready to waste about a gallon of baby-juice all over the
floor, instead of planting it up inside Lynn's tight little slit, where her
mother so obviously wanted me to put it. I watched, almost in disbelief, as June
had her daughter spread her legs again, and inserted the now rubber-cupless ring
into the girl's tight little hole. Somehow, she managed to do it, without Lynn
ever noticing that her mother still had the rubber barrier in her palm AFTER
inserting the rubber ring inside her. "There!" said June, with satisfaction.
"Now Mr. Jones can fuck you without having to use a condom, and you won't worry.
He can put his bare cock right up inside you, and squirt his sperm inside you,
just as if you two were married, and you were actually TRYING to make a baby.
Won't that be fun? Trying to make a baby, without having to worry about it?"
While I nodded, Lynn's face lit up. "Oh THANK you Momma!" she said. "I've always
wanted to try and make a baby, but I've been scared to. At least THIS way, I can
feel what it's like, when Mr. Jones 'makes a baby in me,' without having to
worry." I had a fit of coughing, while I got my face under control. June looked
at me sternly, then grinned at me. "See," she said, "wasn't I right?" It took me
a moment, to remember our conversation from the other day, then I nodded
gravely. It seemed that she WAS right. Lynn DID want it, she was just scared,
and June had found a way to give her daughter what she really wanted, without
the fear. Or, at least that's what I tried to convince myself. The mind will
rationalize anything. By this time, we were both so hot, I was about to lose
everything all over the floor, before we even got into the bedroom, where the
evening's entertainment had been planned. When I mentioned this to June, she
suggested we do it the first time, right were we were. She had Lynn come over
and straddle me in the chair, and slide down my engorged cock while she watched.
SHIT! Two days of dreaming about it, and all this sexy preamble, combined with
the moist hotness of the sexiest girl I have ever known sliding down my cock,
made me blow it. And I do mean BLOW! Before I was halfway inside her, I was
spouting great big gobs of sperm all over the inside of her squeezing little
belly. By the time she was fully seated on me, and the head of my penis was
pressing up against the tiny hole in her open uterus, I had spasmed the little
girl full of three big healthy squirts, and I was already starting to lose it as
the pulses of cum started to subside. Surprisingly Lynn didn't mind. SHE was
overexcited too! "Oh Momma!" she exclaimed. "He's cumming in me! I can feel it.
Just like he's making a baby in me! Oh Momma, it feels so GOOD!" With this, I
felt a hard squeeze, then an even harder one, as her tight little cunny milked
on my prick, and spasmed so hard around it, I felt like she was going to cut it
in two. Squeeze, squeeze, SQUEEZE! Ooohhh! It felt so good! My cock responded
with two more healthy squirts, then a couple of spurts, then dribbles. God she
was nice! Two minutes later, we were both sitting there, enjoying the afterglow
of sex, while her warm little cunny gave my softening prick an occasional
friendly squeeze. We just sat there, and cuddled. This was so nice and friendly.
I daydreamed about waking up every morning, and having breakfast just like this,
with her sitting on me, and my cock up inside her, not really fucking, just
enjoying each other while we ate. It was almost enough to make me forgo the
pleasures of bondage and discipline for the chance to do this. Then, I thought
of combining the two, and my shrunken cock started to swell again. Oh god! I was
about to cum again, just at the thought! When June saw us start moving for the
second time, she interrupted. "I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds," she said
with a grin. "But we only have so much time. Weren't you going to try it in bed,
just like married people do, when they make babies?" I blushed red as a beet, as
June reminded me that that was exactly what I was doing to her daughter. Making
a baby in the little girl, and Lynn didn't even know it. By now, the little girl
had enough baby-juice in her tight little belly, to knock up a regiment of young
girls like her. It only had to get through her cervix, and up inside her womb,
to do the job. It turned out, that June planned on fixing this, too. Not content
with just having me fuck her daughter without any real protection, she had
figured out a way that would almost ENSURE my sperm the best possible chance of
knocking the little girl up. When we got to the bedroom, June asked her daughter
to, "Lie back on the bed, before you start. I want to make sure Mr. Jones' sperm
only goes where it's supposed to. You can't always trust these diaphragms.
Sometimes, they get holes in them, or not properly put in place. I've got
something here, I brought along to help." Dutifully, Lynn lay back on the bed,
as her mother rummaged in her purse. In a few seconds, June had extracted a
TURKEY BASTER? What the? My confusion was short lived, as she explained. "With
this, I can suck up all of Mr. Jones' sperm, and see that it doesn't go where
it's not supposed to," she said, motioning me to hold open her daughter's cunt
lips, so that she could get the baster inside. "Oh Momma. I can do it!" said
Lynn, trying to push me aside. "Not the way I want it done. Now you just lie
back here and slide these two pillows underneath your rear, so I can get at you
right, and let me and Mr. Jones attend to things, OK?" "Okay Momma. If you say
so." Dutifully, she lay back on the bed, and let me open her up to her mother's
ministrations. June actually DID use the turkey-baster, to suck up my sperm from
inside her little girl. She poked around, drawing giggles from Lynn, and
suctioned up every drop. She even took the baster to my cock, and sucked up not
only a stray drop of cum seeping out the end, but she put it up against the
piss-hole, and somehow managed to get an incipient drop that hadn't yet emerged.
THEN she did it. I had been expecting something like this, ever since she had
pulled that baster out of her bag. I KNEW this device was NOT designed to keep
her daughter from getting pregnant. Not with all the other things she had done.
So it was with some admiration for her ingenuity, but no real surprise, when she
finished suctioning all the sperm up, that she reached into her bag again, and
pulled out an enema-nozzle that had been slightly modified, and inserted it into
the end of the turkey-baster. "I've been planning THIS for months," she
explained to me. Ever since I read a story called 'PREGGIE SARAH' on the
internet. It took me about two weeks to make it, after several false tries."
June then continued to her daughter, "We want to get ALL the way up inside you,
to make sure the sperm is all out of your vagina, and where it belongs, so hold
still. You'll probably feel it poking around your uterus." "OK Momma." I watched
as June rubbed a little sperm all over the tip, to lubricate it, then pushed the
whole contraption up into her daughter's vagina. Once it had gone in about 7 or
8 inches, there was an "Ow," from Lynn, as her mother felt around with the tip.
"I've got to get it all," explained June, feeling around with the tip. "It's OK
Momma. Ow." "Almost got it. . . There." The turkey-baster suddenly slid about 3
inches farther into the little girl's hole. "Does that hurt?" "Unh! No, Momma.
It feels weird though. Like you're up inside my tummy." "That's good dear. I
want to get all Mr. Jones' sperm, especially the stuff that's all the way up
inside you. Now hold still. I might have to push a little, and you may feel some
pressure." "OK Momma." I watched in sheer awe, amazement and delight, as June
lifted the turkey-baster up, until all the sperm she had collected ran down
towards the tip, then with a gentle squeeze, she injected every drop of my seed
directly into her little girl's womb. There was a quiet "phlup," as the homemade
artificial-insemination device did its work. I almost came in sync with it
wasting my valuable sperm on the floor, instead of in the child's womb, like the
rest of it. "There!" said June in satisfaction, as she removed the baster. "Now
you don't have to worry about his sperm inside your vagina any more. I moved it
to where it'll be safer." "Thanks Momma." "You're welcome. Now why don't you two
try doing it on the bed this time. I'll do this again later, to make sure you
don't get pregnant by accident." Both Lynn and I were agreeable. She from the
internal stimulation of having her mother poking around in her, and me from the
thought of this incredible sexy, kinky woman actually squirting my sperm in her
own daughter's womb, while making the kid think she was doing it to keep her
FROM getting pregnant?! Wow! Both Lynn and I were on our way to a rousing
climax, within 2 minutes of my climbing on top of her. Once I did, June repeated
her "ensuring Lynn didn't get pregnant by accident," by seeing to it that the
girl got pregnant deliberately. What a woman! When she finished, June "checked"
the diaphragm, her daughter was wearing, by removing it, and somehow replacing
it with an intact one from her purse, carefully adding extra drops of cum from
my penis to "lubricate" it, before inserting the now intact baby-barrier back
inside her little girl. She managed to do this, right under Lynn's nose, as the
woman had her daughter hike her ass up in the air on a pillow, so that her
mother could "get at things better" (and incidentally "hide" things better, as
well). Afterwards, June wanted me to do her as well. Sadly, I was unable, as my
cock had seen too much excitement in her little girl's tight little snatch. I
was too much of a gentleman, to send her away unsatisfied though, after what she
had done for me. My penis may not always be up to the job, but I always have a
tongue, and ten healthy fingers. After I had eaten both her, and Lynn out twice,
my flagging cock was starting to show signs of life again, but they both had to
go, as Lynn had school the next day, and June had to work. June made it plain,
that next time, she expected me to save SOME for her, and not give it ALL to her
daughter. My cock ached afterwards, as I watched them go, wondering if she meant
what I thought she did. Well, she hadn't let me down yet! The last I saw of Lynn
that day, was when she walked down the hall with her mother, still looking like
the innocent school- girl, trying to be sexy, while her mother gave her some
last instructions. "Now tonight Lynn, I want you to sleep on your back, with a
pillow underneath your rump. If there's any sperm inside you, I want it to stay
on the right side of that diaphragm. Understand?" "Yes Momma." "It's
almost like what you do, when you WANT to get pregnant, huh?" "Almost exactly
the same."
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