"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, NOTHING can be permanent."
She looked at me sternly.
I couldn't believe it. This woman was giving me free
rein to do anything I pleased with her daughter. 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 tampons 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
"Mmmmph, 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 rythmically. 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 <click> 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." <giggle> "It's almost like what you do,
when you WANT to get pregnant, huh?"
"Almost exactly the same."
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