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No Deposit, Return (M/F, cuck, preg, humor)
by Homer Vargas (varga111@yahoo.com)
***
I wish to acknowledge use of an altered scene from
the hot story, "Ebony and Ivory Acres" by
Stormbringer. The spirit of the story, however is
much closer to the stories of CDE.
Arthur sat at Cynthia's side gripping her hand
tightly. Across from them sat Cynthia's mother,
Mable, and his own mother, Ruth. The two women
regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke
first. "I suppose you know why Mable and I invited
you two over, don't you?"
"Because it's our six-month anniversary?" Arthur
offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife.
"Well, yes, that's the occasion, darling, but not the
real reason," Ruth smiled encouragingly. "We thought
by now you two might have something you wanted to ...
tell us." Both women leaned forward slightly. Mable
was not smiling.
"Er, 'tell you,' mother?" Arthur asked.
"Of course, dear," she replied kindly. "You don't
have to be shy with us. It's very normal for a young
couple. We wanted to be the first to know."
"Know, uh ... what?" Arthur asked, glancing over at
Cynthia who was biting her lip and clasping and
unclasping her hands.
"She means have you knocked up my daughter yet!"
Mable burst out in exasperation. "It was bad enough
that she didn't have a nice bulging tummy for the
wedding ceremony, though that was partly her fault,"
the scowling woman admitted. "But now six MONTHS have
gone by, boy. Any normal man would have had her
nursing one baby and be working in a second one for
us by now!"
"Mother, please!" Cynthia interjected in defense of
her cringing husband. "This is a very private matter
between the two of us."
"Of course getting a baby fucked into you is private!
I didn't ask to WATCH a man putting the first bun put
in that cute little belly of yours, Cynthia, thought
that would be sexy," her mother leered. "I'm just
interested in results. You're almost eighteen, young
woman. This is your most fertile time of life. You
could be popping out grandchildren for me once a
year. Remember what happened to your older sister.
She didn't start until she was in almost twenty and
now and is going almost two or more years between
babies. At this rate, she'll barely reach a dozen and
SHE has both her husband's brothers helping her."
"Excuse me, mother Dunn, but Cynthia is right. The
timing and number of our children is something
between just the two of us."
"Now Arthur, you can't really mean that. I'm just as
eager to see lots of grandchildren as Mable," Ruth
interjected, "Although I might have expressed it a
little differently," she said, looking over at Mable.
"I naturally want you to keep Cynthia constantly
pregnant for the next twenty years of so as much as
Mable does."
"Yeah, what's wrong with you, anyway, shrimp? Are you
shooting blanks?" Mable demanded. "I know she had the
absurd idea of not having sex before the marriage,
but what kind of boyfriend were you to take that
shit? If all else failed, you should have gotten the
silly filly drunk one night and slipped a baby in
her. I swear, I can't figure out youngsters
nowadays!"
"Arthur! Is that true?" Ruth asked. "You asked a girl
to marry you without at least fucking her. Suppose
you are inadequate? I made that mistake with your
father. I'd certainly hate to think that my son could
do that to another woman!"
Arthur was stunned to see his soft-spoken mother so
animated. Mable continued.
"Well, that's water over the dam, but what about now?
You've been fucking my daughter for six months. A
little minx like her, I guess she must be wanting it,
what? Three times a day, more on weekend, I guess?
You fill her hot little cunt, say, twice each session
..." Mable was lost in her mental calculation. "Load
for an average man is three ounces." She cast a
disparaging glance at her son-in-law. "Say, one ounce
for YOU ... makes ...<mumble mumble> ... over eight
gallons of spunk you've pumped into my little girl!
That's enough to give her a swollen belly right
there."
"Mother," Cynthia exclaimed. "You've got it all
wrong. We don't do it quite that often."
"What? The bastard fucks you fewer than tree time a
day? What kind of undersexed wimp did you marry,
anyway, honey?"
"Well, it's not all Arthur's fault. I don't think it
is proper to, you know, just RUT it all the time like
animals."
"Shit, girl. I knew I should never have let you hang
out with that crazy church crowd. And you?"
Mable turned on Arthur with fire in her eyes "You put
up with that kind of frigidity? What kind of man
doesn't fuck a wife just because she says she doesn't
want to? A real man would take her and paw her until
the little bitch was crying for it. You ought to be
fucking the shit out of my girl several times a day.
After a few times, she'd have begged you for it.
That's what Leroy did to me."
"Don't feel bad, Cynthia, dear," Ruth interjected,
trying to be sympathetic to the distraught young
woman. "I felt the same way before I met Jethro. But
once you get a taste of hard nasty sex, you just
can't get enough.
"Jethro?" Arthur asked.
Ruth looked a little pained. "He's the little brother
of Mable's friend, Leroy."
"Leroy?" Cynthia asked.
"Don't play games, Cynthia! You know I've had a big
black stud screwing my brains out every night since
your father passed on."
"Since before you fucked him to death you mean," the
daughter replied bitterly. "You should have known not
to make daddy have sex with you as soon as he got
home from a triple bypass, especially a half-hour
doggie fuck!"
"He died a happy man, Cynthia. The undertaker
couldn't get the grin off his face. And you've never
complained about the millions in insurance money he
left us. Besides, I was only doing what I had to do.
Lord, girl, your father had been in and out of the
hospital for weeks! If Leroy hadn't been working as
an orderly in the intensive care unit, I don't know
what I'd have done. Now there's a man," Mable smiled
for the first time. "I'll guarantee you, Leroy would
have you knocked up higher than a kite by now."
"I'm not a shameless hussy like you, Mother, bearing
a little black 'posthumous' child eight moths after
Daddy died! How can you even think about me being
unfaithful to my darling Arthur."
"Don't tell me YOU don't!"
"Of course I don't!" Cynthia protested.
"Then who ARE you thinking about when you have this
buried in your twat, you horny little bitch?" her
mother asked triumphantly and pulled out a huge black
dildo.
"Where did you find ... er, what do you mean,
Mother?"
"I took it from the second drawer of your night stand
when I came to see you yesterday, the same drawer
you've kept it since you were 13, Cynthia. That was
the reason I was never too worried about you running
around with those religious nuts, promising to remain
a virgin and all that nonsense. I knew that every
night you were sneaking back into your room fucking
yourself silly with Junior here. I could hear you
writhing in ecstasy and moaning 'Fuck me, you big
black bastard, fuck me pregnant.'"
"Cynthia!" Albert exclaimed in shock. "You were ...
touching yourself, even when we were dating?"
"Of course she was, dear," Ruth put in. "All women
have to masturbate. Don't think badly of her, or of
yourself. Very few men can give women all the hard-
pounding sex we require. Even if you did her several
times a day, a healthy young woman like Cynthia would
still need lots of sex toys to keep her mental
equilibrium. Without six or seven good gut-wrenching
orgasms a day, we become bitchy and hysterical. I
certainly was, even though I was spending several
hours a day coming with my vibrator. Until Mable
introduced me to Jethro, that is." Ruth smiled
gratefully at her friend.
"Hell, no, I don't blame her," Mable added.
"Especially since this wimp isn't exercising his
marital rights. I just blame her for settling for an
artificial fuck stick that can no more put a baby in
that belly than her useless husband."
Mable glared at Arthur, daring him to speak and saw
that Cynthia was too embarrassed to say anything. She
regarded Ruth with more affection. "Don't mean no
harm, Ruth, Honey, but you've got to admit, we've
given him a fair chance. I think it's time we follow
through on what we agreed with Cynthia before the
wedding."
"Cynthia? Mother Dunn? What are you talking about?"
Arthur asked nervously.
"Do you want to tell him, Cynthia, or do you want me
to?" Mable asked.
The young woman just hung her head, so her mother
barreled ahead. "It's this way, buster. I told Ruth
when you asked my Cynthia to marry you, I didn't
think it would work out. Sizing you up, I could tell
you take after your daddy too much. Why look at your
mother; she's got the hips and the tits to pop babies
out every year. And how many did her dippy husband
give her? One! And a sorry one at that, if I do say
so!" Mable glared at her son-in-law.
"Mother Dunn! Besides being a vulgar butinsky, you
are totally wrong to impugn my father's virility.
Don't you know? I have EIGHT little brothers and
sisters!" Arthur shot back, looking proudly at his
mother, glad at last to have a come back to his
intrusive mother-in-law.
"Now, Arthur, darling, don't be hasty," Ruth said.
"It's more complicated. After it took your father
almost two years to get me pregnant with you, I was
pretty desperate. I had to make up for lost time
because I wanted babies, lots more babies.
Unfortunately, your father really wasn't up to it, so
I turned to his boss and friends and several men I
picked up in night clubs for help."
"Haven't you ever noticed that none of the younger
ones look like your daddy?" Mable sniffed. "One is
obviously a Spick and if your little sister got those
slant eyes from your daddy, I'm a Chinaman's uncle.
And looks like you are worse than he. Not able to
make even one baby!" Mable growled. "So I'm taking
her back, Ruth, just like I said."
"What do you mean? You can't 'take me back,'" Cynthia
protested. "I'm staying with my Arthur."
"And let me turn forty-five without seeing a
grandchild from my youngest daughter? No way! The
little wimp had his chance. You can stay married to
him if you want to, but I'm turning your breeding
over to a real man."
"What is all this about, Mother?" Arthur demanded.
"I'm afraid it's true, darling. What she demanded
seemed only fair. I had to admit that I shared some
of Mable's, er, concerns about you. I remembered when
you were growing up and I walked around in her house
showing off for you half naked, all you did was look.
Even when I started coming into your room to give you
a goodnight kiss with my boobs hanging out, you never
pulled me into bed with you and played with my pussy
until I was crazy and fucked the shit out of me. Your
erections were so puny when I shot you beavers of my
shaved pussy, I was sick with worry. Eventually I
realized you were never going to come into my room at
night and fuck me when you though I was asleep and
make me pregnant like a normal teen-age boy. But you
were mixed up with that church crowd at the time. I
tried to convince myself it was all those crazy
notions about incest being a sin."
"But ... but it IS a sin" Arthur sputtered.
"Of course it's a sin to fuck your mamma and come in
her and knock her up with your own little brother or
sister," Mable exploded. "But to any NORMAL boy,
that's half the fun, sliding your prick inside her
loose, hairy cunt and unloading a charge of jism that
will put another baby in her. When Ruth admitted she
had never been able to seduce you, my worst fears
were confirmed. I knew you just didn't have the
powerful wild urges to fuck that any healthy woman,
especially a potential little baby-factory like my
Cynthia, is entitled to. Your mother had to agree."
"Agree to what, Mother?" Arthur asked fearfully.
"Agree to take you back if you didn't succeed in
making Cynthia pregnant within six months of the
wedding, dear," Ruth answered.
"And I get Cynthia back to let a real man take over
the job of putting babies in her tight little belly,"
Mable continued triumphantly.
"Didn't you hear me, mother. I absolutely refuse to
let any man except Arthur to make love to me," her
daughter exclaimed.
"Who said anything about having anyone make love, you
silly bitch? Luv, schmuv! What you need is a big cock
deep in your pussy fucking you silly and pumping you
full its baby-making seed. Once you've got a baby in
you with a big round tummy and ballooning boobs and
all you want to do is sleep and play with yourself
and get laid, you'll be in love with the man that got
you that way."
"You heard her, Mother Dunn!" Arthur said with
relief. "Your disgusting 'agreement' won't work. My
Cynthia is totally faithful to me."
"Oh yeah? We'll see how faithful she is once she
meets the prong this was modeled after!" Mable
replied brandishing the dildo with a smirk. "Leroy!"
the older woman shouted. "Come her, baby."
A huge black man clad only in athletic shoes and
shorts walked in and stood by Mable. He was still
panting slightly from working out and a sheen of
perspiration shown on the hardest set of abs, delts,
and pects that Arthur had ever seen. Cynthia's mouth
dropped open.
"How's you be, Miz Mable?" he asked, leaning down to
let the older woman plant a wet, sizzling kiss on his
dark thick lips.
"Horny as a skunk, you no account bastard. What do
you mean leaving me hanging like yo did this morning,
Leroy. I was just getting warmed up when you played
out on me," she replied accusingly.
"I's sorry, Miz Mable, but we'd a been a fuckin' for
almost two hours and I done cum in you three times. I
jes couldn't get it up no mo' right then."
"Not good enough, Leroy! I'm going to supervise your
taking the steroids myself. And you'll have you spend
more time in the gym to improve your stamina."
"I's sorry, I does sometimes fergets to take all
those pills you give me, but I's already workin' out
six hours a day."
"You'll have to do better, but I think you'll do for
the little chore I have for you." Mable slipped her
hand inside Leroy's shorts. "Oh, yeah! You'll do very
well."
"What's I got to do Miz Mable? I's still a little
tuckered from this morning."
"It's easy, Leroy. I want you to impregnate my
daughter," she said pointing.
"Im-preg-nate?" the big man looked down uncertainly.
"Oh, yo' means to fuck her and give her a big belly,"
he brightened. Then he looked over at Cynthia and his
face fell again. "That little girl?" Leroy sneered.
"Why she ain't hardly got no meat on those bones.
Purdy good tits, though," he admitted, taking a
closer look.
"She'll start looking like a woman once you've put a
few babies in her, Leroy. How soon do you think you
can have her pregnant for me?"
Leroy walked over to Cynthia who was looking up at
the bulge in his pants. "Depends. You ain't been
taking no birthin' control pill, has you?" he
demanded of the cowering girl?"
Cynthia just shook her head.
"Whenja have your last period?"
"Uh, ... about two weeks ago," she whispered.
"Dat's good. Prob'ly today. Lemme check to be sure.
Spread yo' legs, girl!"
Arthur jumped to his feet. "Now see here, Mr. Leroy,
I will not have you <thwack>
The back of Leroy's hand sent the young husband
reeling back where he collapsed at his mother's feet.
"Shuddup, whiteboy! You don't know nuthin' 'bout
breedin' no woman. I's gotta check if she's ready to
make a me baby." He turned his attention back to
Cynthia who had dutifully hiked her skirt and opened
her legs slightly.
"What the hell is this?" Leroy demanded, looking over
at Arthur again with disdain. "You let your wife wear
pantyhose? How you expect to expect to fuck a woman
any time you feel like it, if she's got somethin' on
her pussy getting' in the way of your cock? I don't
even let my women panties, 'cept the ones with a
hole."
Arthur, his mother tenderly stroking his battered
face, said nothing. Cynthia tore her eyes momentarily
from the big man's crotch and looked up to her mother
for support. She received none.
"Cynthia! You make me ashamed: a daughter of mine
hiding her pussy under layers of spandex! Dammit,
girl, how do you get off with a nice long finger fuck
when you need one, much less have the wimp eat your
horny little twat every time you get the chance, if
you keep your cunt covered up?"
"Mother Dunn," Arthur interjected, his head clearing
from Leroy's vicious blow. "Cynthia would surely
would never commit such a degrading act as allow man
to place his MOUTH on ..."
Arthur was interrupted by a low moan coming from his
wife. For Leroy, paying no mind to the intra-family
dialog, had peeled off Cynthia's pantyhose AND
panties, and was now beginning to lick the young
woman's gushing slit methodically. Cynthia had fallen
back on the couch in the space Arthur had vacated,
her legs splayed, starting to twitch. Momentarily
replacing his mouth with his fingers, Leroy grinned
up at the dazed young woman. "Yo' sho' do likes
getting' yo' pussy eat, doncha, Miz Cynthia? Yo' so
wet, I's 'fraid I's gonna drowned in there."
"That's the way, Leroy, baby! Sex the little minx up
'till she's crazy for a fucking," Mable exclaimed
excitedly and she reached over and opened her
daughter's blouse, quickly freeing the girl's still
modest breasts from the bra.
Leroy grinned his thanks at Mable and fell back to
work, his large black hand squeezing one breast, its
fingers twirling her long nipple, while he took her
other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently.
Cynthia moaned again as her neglected body quickly
began to respond to his touch.
Just when her nipples turned so sensitive, she
couldn't take anymore, Leroy began kissing back down
her belly. Cynthia's commitment to and even the
memory of her marriage were rapidly melting in the
heat of lust. Leroy's tongue slipped out and licked
down into her pubic hair traveling towards the tip of
her crotch. It slipped down the inside crease of her
leg and the young wife found herself spreading her
legs wider in anticipation. As he reached her thigh,
Leroy ran his tongue over to her pussy and licked up
her labia. Cynthia's eyes opened wide and her pussy
spasmed. This was like nothing she had ever felt
before.
Leroy wiggled his long hard tongue in and out of the
folds of her pussy lips causing her to shake with
pleasure. His skillful tongue was igniting a sexual
fire she had never felt before. Something intense was
building deep in her body.
Leroy lapped her slit several times and then worked a
beefy finger into her that felt as big as her
husband's penis. Unlike Arthur's penis, however,
Leroy's finger knew what it was doing. He worked it
deep inside the aroused young woman and began rubbing
the tip around a spot deep in her pussy. Mindlessly,
Cynthia began humping his finger as the fire within
her grew until she thought she would die from
pleasure. Just when she knew she couldn't take any
more, Leroy administered the coup 'd grace. He ran
his tongue over his finger and up her pussy. With one
quick lick, his tongue twirled around her clit.
As Leroy's tongue touched the young wife's clit, her
pussy clamped down around his finger and then
ballooned up as she came. It felt like a series of
bombs going off in her pussy and Cynthia screamed out
her pleasure. This was her first time a man had ever
made her come and Leroy was just getting started. He
continued fingering her and licking around her clit
until it hardened like a miniature penis. She had
several smaller orgasms before the pressure built
again and an even bigger climax overwhelmed her when
he sucked her clit in his mouth. The last thing
Cynthia remembered before passing out was Leroy's
soaked face grinning up at her.
Arthur tried to stand, but he was still too dizzy and
Ruth easily pulled him back down on the sofa beside
her. "No honey, you'll just get hurt. Can't you see?
He's breeding her. A man like that won't let anything
stop him when he's about to plant a baby in a woman."
"But it's in my wife. I can't just watch!" the
distraught husband cried.
"That's all you CAN do, wimp," Mable taunted. "Keep
him out of this, Ruth."
"She's right, sweetie; I'm sure you'll learn that
watching can be very exciting. Your father never
comes so hard as when he sees Jethro between my legs,
shooting me full of his jism. Now settle down and
enjoy this."
"Mother, noooooo ..." Arthur's feeble protest was
stifled as Ruth deftly slipped her hand into his
pants and began massaging his cock.
"See baby, you little weenie is already getting hard
knowing your sexy wife is about to get bred. I know
it's frustrating to see your wife getting a big belly
full of a superior man's baby. Let me make it better
for you, honey." Ruth was beginning to work Arthur's
half-hard miniature prick between her fingers.
Cynthia was struggling to regain her senses. She
hadn't fully recovered from the intense orgasm when
she felt Leroy's hands on her ankles pulling her legs
far apart. Leroy was kneeling now, the tip of his
cock moving in towards her pussy as she sat on the
couch. "No, Leroy don't. I'm not protected!"
"I knows that, Miz Cynthia. That's why yo' pussy's
drooling for my cock." He moved the tip back and
forth along her slit causing her to writhe in
pleasure. "Yo' know yo' want it."
"No! No! ...Ohhhh ... Yes!!!" she screamed as Leroy
pushed down on his cock watching her pussy lips
spread wide for him as they closed back up around the
head. Cynthia groaned as Leroy worked the head in and
out of her. "Feels good don't it?"
"Uh-huh," the young woman grunted in agreement.
"How about I give you another inch or two?" Cynthia
just gurgled as Leroy pushed in another couple of
inches.
"God, you're so big," the woman gasped as the thick
part under the head schlocked in.
"Gonna give you more'n the white boy ever did," Leroy
sneered " slowly fucking her with the tip of his
cock. "How big is d' wimp?"
"Uh ... Uh ...Dunno, ... three? ... four inches?"
Cynthia panted as Leroy's cock slowly moved in and
out of her.
"Po little thang," he said pushing another inch in.
"Dis feel like yo' husband?"
"Oh, no! God, no. You're so much thicker, it feels
... so much better."
"Cynthia! How can you say that" Arthur cried out.
"It must be true, Arthur," Ruth whispered as she
continued fondling his sex. "Can't you see? Leroy has
a magnificent cock, a pussy-reaming, woman-pleasing,
sperm-shooting DONG. You just don't have much
equipment down here for spewing hot jism deep in a
woman's fertile cunt, Honey. Your little thing is
just adorable, perfect for you and me to play with,
but for making babies, Leroy's is much better," his
mother explained gently.
Cynthia's almost constant wail of pleasure seemed to
confirm Ruth's words as Leroy continued slowly
fucking the young wife. Cynthia was raising her hips
to meet his thrusts, slowly allowing more and more of
the giant cock inside her. Mable grinned as she saw
her daughter come yet again.
"Isn't Leroy wonderful, darling?" Mable exclaimed.
"And he's still fucking you with only half his cock.
Don't you want to feel the rest of it in you?"
"Oh, God! Yes! More, More" her daughter panted as
Leroy's cock pushed deeper into virgin territory.
"God yo' tight, Miz Cynthia," groaned Leroy pushing
about nine inches in. "Ain't yo' never been fucked
before?"
"Not like you fuck her, Leroy baby," Mable remarked.
"Give it to her good."
"Yes'am, Miz Mable," Leroy replied and resumed his
rhythmic plowing of the spasming young wife.
"You do like his cock don't you, Cynthia?" Mable
asked.
"Oh, yes, Mother. Oh, oh, oh ... yes!"
"Only black cocks get this big, Hun. Do you know what
big black cocks do to little white pussies? It that
what your want?"
"Yes, yes," she groaned, her belly undulating down
towards her pussy as she came again.
"Then tell him, darling. Tell him what you want him
to do."
"Fuck me, Leroy. Please fuck me with your big black
cock. Oh God, I'm coming...Ahhhiiiii."
Leroy pushed her legs back towards her head, sat up
on his knees a little, pulled his hips back until
just the tip of his cock was in her pussy, and then
he lunged forward.
Cynthia thrashed in ecstasy as his entire cock
plunged deep into her frothing pussy. He had to
maintain a tight grip on her ankles as she writhed
until she calmed down after a couple minutes. Arthur
stared in disbelief as Leroy's huge fuck-hose had
disappeared into his tiny wife's belly.
"Look!" Ruth said in admiration. "She took it all,
honey, the very first time! You should be proud of
Cynthia. Not many wives can take a huge prick like
Leroy's so easily. I guess you had left her really
needing a good fuck." Arthur's moans were not of
admiration as he was torn between the anguish of
seeing his wife fucked and the incredible pleasure of
his mother's expert hand job.
When Leroy felt Cynthia's pussy relax, he slowly
pulled his cock out and pushed it back in several
times until she moaned and he increased his speed.
The rutting white girl began pushing into him to meet
his thrusts as Leroy picked up the tempo. Cynthia
started screaming each time he buried it; she was
coming every fifth stroke.
Suddenly, the orgasms ceased as Leroy's cock began to
grow. It felt like a damn had blocked the flow, the
pressure building up as he continued rapidly fucking
her. He was sweating and his rhythm was starting to
suffer as his orgasm approached.
"He's about to come," Mable hissed. "He's going to
come in you and make your pregnant with his black
bastard if you let him, Cynthia. Tell him if you want
it!"
"Yes! Yes, Leroy! Cum in my pussy," Cynthia begged,
not knowing what had come over her, desperately
needing to cum one last time. "Pump me full of your
fuck-juice. Give me your baby, Leroy; I want a real
man's baby!"
The words of the delirious wife seemed to suck the
cum right out of Leroy's balls. He bellowed as his
sperm shot up his cock and sprayed her womb. The
helpless woman shuddered as the damn broke and a
giant orgasm took possession of her body. Leroy held
his cock buried in her pussy as he blew four more
wads of cum, bombarding her waiting egg with millions
of sperm.
Simultaneously, Ruth gave her boy's little cock a
definitive jerk and he began to come as well.
Arthur's thin jism flowed out of his little hole in
short, pathetic spurts as his mother gently squeezed
and massaged his tiny penis. "Oh, that's so
beautiful, Arthur!" his mother sighed. "You made a
big mess in your pants at just the moment your wife
was getting knocked up with her first black baby."
Removing her hand from inside his messy shorts and
giving him her fingers to suck, Ruth cradled the head
of her defeated son to her bosom. "This is a special
day!"
Arthur sobbed with passion and shame. "Oh, Mother,
Mother what am I going to do?" he wailed.
"It's alright, sweetie pie. You're going home with me
to let Mommy take good care of you. I'll talk to
Jethro. I'm sure he will let you watch while he fucks
me. Maybe he'll even let you clean up my cum-drenched
pussy with your tongue after he has shot his cum in
me, the way he lets your father." At these words a
final twitch sent a last spurt of semen oozing from
Arthur's limp little organ and he fell asleep.
Mable beamed at the sight of her fucked-out daughter,
unconscious from the massive orgasm, her head lolling
to one side and a silly grin on her face. Leroy
started to pull out but his older lover placed a hand
on his tight butt. "Hold it in there for a while
longer stud until I get a pillow under her ass. Gotta
keep all that baby-juice in where it will do us the
most good. I want the little vixen to catch the first
time. That way I won't have to give you time off to
try again if this doesn't do it."
"What?" Ruth asked in surprise. "How can you be so
cruel? Now that Cynthia's gotten a taste of what
getting fucked by a real man is like, she can never
be satisfied with Arthur's attempts at sex. You've
got to let Leroy keep fucking her."
"Like Hell!" Mable replied. "I need all of that
magnificent fuck machine I can get, especially now.
Would you give be willing to share Jethro with her?"
"Well, of course not. Jethro can't quite keep up with
me as it is, but she is YOUR daughter."
"But YOU'RE responsible for me having to use MY man
to do the job YOUR useless son was incapable of
doing."
"Now there's no reason to get bitchy," Ruth
stiffened.
"Who are you calling a bitch, you overaged slut!"
Mable spat back.
"Miz Mable! Miz Ruth!" Leroy exclaimed, at last
pulling his long, slick member out of Cynthia's
sperm-flooded pussy, alarmed at seeing the two
friends argue. "It's OK. It's OK"
"It is NOT OK." Mable retorted. "I'm not sharing you
with my little slut daughter even if she is pregnant.
You know I need you more than ever, right now, Leroy,
baby."
"I knows that, Miz Mable. M' little brother Jethro
tol' me Miz Ruth is the same way. Since we's two got
y'all gettin' big with babies again, y'all's wearin'
us bof out, way y'all's needin' fuckin' all the time.
But we's got another brother, name Darren. He jes
twelve and his cock ain't more'n 'bout nine inches,
but he still growin'. I reckon he could take care of
Miz Cynthia. He done pregged up seven little girls in
his sixth grade class, two of his married teachers,
and the principal's wife."
Ruth and Mable fell silent and looked at Leroy in
amazement; then both smiled.
"He sounds perfect," the pregnant grandmothers-to-be
agreed in unison.
The End.
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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