BOUNDFUN.TXT (Mf, bondage, cons, preg, funny)
This story was written in response to a reply I received when I
asked a friend what kind of stories *he* liked. He responded:
Bondage,
Consensual,
Non-pedo, (No *little* girls, Young possibly)
Well-written,
Male-female,
Primarily a story.
Since my stories normally do NOT fit that pattern, (MF, pedo,
incest, cons) but are mostly stories, at first, I was just
interested. After a while, it dawned on me, that there was no
reason I couldn't write a story that would interest him, as well
as me. Normally, the very thought of including pain in sex is
such a turn-off to me, that I lose all interest. However, some
of the well-written discussions and descriptions of consensual
bondage have made me realize that for *some* people a little
helplessness, and even a little pain at the hands of someone they
trust, can actually be a pleasure. Not for *me* maybe, but for
some. This story is the result. Written for a friend.
Of course, I had to add my own twist to the story. Please note,
before starting, that the "Lynn" of the story is a starry-eyed
romantic. WAY too trusting of everybody, and believing a lot of
garbage that she had read. The girl had never been really
mistreated at all in her life (not even a school-bully) by
anyone. Her mother June, is just the opposite. Been through the
school of hard-knocks, and trusts only those who have shown her
that they *can* be trusted. She looks after her daughter, like a
mother hen, seeing that the girl gets what *she* (June) thinks
her daughter needs, never mind what Lynn thinks. The results are
incredible.
Bound for Fun I
A lesson about belief, and trust
An Erotic Story
"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.'"
1
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. . ."
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"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.
3
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 <click> as the door shut.
4
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?"
5
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.
6
"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.
7
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?"
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"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!
9
"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."
10
"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!"
11
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."
12
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.
13
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.
14
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.
15
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!
16
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?"
17
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?"
18
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."
19
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).
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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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