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Scoring With Sis
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)
***
Mandy's cheerleader buddies have awarded her pussy to
whoever scores the winning points if they take State.
What nobody knows is she's actually a virgin and she
wants to stay that way. Maybe her brother can help.
He's on the team. Will he throw the game to protect his
sister's honor... or not. (MF-teens, reluc, inc, mast,
oral, 1st, preg)
***
Mandy Wilson was convinced that life just couldn't be
better. She was a Senior, and would graduate in just
seven months. Then one last summer of fun and freedom
and she would go off to college. Her older sister Mary
had offered to let her come to the ranch and make a
life of raising horses, and she might do that some day,
but she thought college would be just too much fun to
miss.
That and all the sex she was anticipating. Mandy had a
reputation of being a loose girl. She got it shortly
after she was elected Head Cheerleader for the North
Fork Mustangs. A number of boys took her out on dates
right after that and every one of them bragged about
nailing her.
They talked about her sweet heavy tits, with their
cherry tips and how she squealed when they sucked them,
and then described her puffy welcoming pussy lips and
how they rammed their teen boy pricks in her and shot
their wads. Their descriptions were not far off, but
you could assume most of those tidbits.
In fact, not a single of those boys had ever seen
either nipple or pussy on this Head Cheerleader. It
wasn't that she was opposed to giving up her virginity.
She was almost looking forward to it. But it had to be
with a boy who was worth the pain and the possibility
that she might end up pregnant. And she hadn't met that
boy yet.
Or at least hadn't identified him.
On the other hand, she knew what every one of her
dates' boyish pricks looked like, because she had
seen... and jacked off... all of them. That was how she
kept her maidenhead intact.
Admittedly it was a figurative maidenhead - she lost
her cherry to tampons at 13 - but no penis had ever
entered her pretty teen pussy and that was all that
mattered to her. She told the boys she was on her
period, or had a yeast infection, or that she had
missed a day or two of her pills, and once or twice
that she just didn't feel like it, and so they believed
she was making up for it by jacking them off.
But rumor has a way of being believed, especially when
you WANT to believe it, and every boy wanted to believe
he had a chance of getting his dick wet if he went out
with Mandy. Most of the girls were jealous enough of
her good looks, popularity and physical skill at
cheerleading that they didn't mind believing she was a
slut either, even a majority of the girls on the
cheerleading squad.
They, by the way, really WERE sluts, which might be
another reason they believed Mandy was one too. All the
same, her reputation got her an odd kind of respect,
which she didn't mind at all. For one thing it let her
become picky about who she accepted dates from.
Which is why the bet developed. It was October, and the
Mustangs were doing very well indeed in Football. They
had lost only one game and were well on their way to
going to State. This was exciting for the whole school,
but especially for the cheerleaders, since they got to
travel with the team and stay in hotels and sneak
liquor and so on.
So they had a vested interest in motivating the boys to
do well and win the State championship. One way they
did it was to reward the boys with sexual favors. Any
boy who stopped a touchdown by an opposing team all by
himself, or intercepted a pass, got a hand job from a
specified cheerleader.
Caught passes were worth a French kiss, as were runs of
more than ten yards.
The player who actually made the winning point in each
game was awarded a blowjob.
Each girl agreed to do certain kinds of things with
whoever won the favors each week, so some times the
boys were motivated more than other times. It all
depended on who was going to be giving the blow job,
hand jobs and kisses each week. Mandy, being the
captain of the squad and all, was exempt from
performing the favors on a routine basis. She would
sometimes step in and do the kissing, if a player had
done something particularly spectacular. She hadn't yet
taken over on a hand job, though she made it known she
might.
She didn't give blow jobs, she told the girls, because
she wore braces and it was difficult to clean up
afterward.
But the main reason she was exempt from routine favors
was because her girls were saving her for the grand
finale'. Without telling Mandy, they let it be known
through whispers and innuendo, that Mandy would be
rewarding the boy who scored the winning point in the
State Championship.
And that reward was sleeping with him!
When Mandy first heard about it, she was pissed, but
she couldn't identify who had spread the rumors. She
knew that the other girls on the squad had helped the
rumors get around, but since they all thought she slept
around anyway, she couldn't blame them all that much.
After all, whoever the lucky boy was, it would be
somebody from the backfield, or one of the pass
catchers, and Mandy had been on dates with most of them
anyway.
Unknown to the girls, though, Mandy was terrified,
because even if it WAS one of the boys she'd been out
with, they would now expect her to fuck them. Her
carefully laid plans of saving herself for that special
boy might go up in smoke.
If, of course, they WON the State Championship. Which
wasn't likely, right?
How likely was it that they'd win THIS year? The last
time they'd won had been over 20 years ago. They almost
always did well, but winning State? That was a
different thing. She decided not to worry about it.
Until they made the playoffs.
And then made the quarterfinals.
And then crushed West to get into the semifinals.
The night they beat undefeated Walton High School, and
were announced as one of the two best teams in the
State, was at once one of the happiest and most panic
filled nights she'd ever experienced. They were now the
team that would play the winner of the game between
East Central and Rollinsburg High Schools... for the
State Championship... and for Mandy's virginity.
That was the night that, after the celebration, when
she finally got home, she went to see her brother
Bobby.
Bobby was ON the team. He was the starting center, in
fact. He would have as good an idea as anyone of what
their chances were against the two teams they might
have to play. She changed into her nightgown, which
consisted of a pair of panties and what used to be an
oversized T shirt. Now it came only to the tops of her
panties. Her nipples showed through the shirt, but she
didn't notice that. Not around home.
He was listening to music while he played a computer
game, wearing only a pair of gym shorts because the
heat was on high. Neither of them had to go anywhere
the next day, so neither was in a hurry to get to bed.
Besides, they were still dealing with the remnants of
the adrenaline rush both had experienced during the
game. She didn't knock. Neither of them ever did.
He looked up. "Hey" he said, his voice neutral. They
had, at one time, been the best of friends, but had
drifted apart since they got into High School. Since
Bobby was a year younger than his sister, he had
expected her to prep him for High School and pave his
way into the popular crowd.
She hadn't, and it had hurt him. He had made his own
way, getting the respect he wanted by being a solid
player and a good student. He too planned on going to
college, but it was for Agriculture. He planned on
joining Mary on the farm after college. If Football
would put him through college, so much the better.
Then he'd begun hearing the rumors about his sister
being a slut. He watched her for a long time, trying to
figure out if the rumors were true or not. He didn't
see any real evidence to support them. He knew
bullshitting when he heard it, and the guys who claimed
to have screwed her were bullshitting. That much he
believed.
But she never batted an eye, never asked him to crush
some guy's gonads for lying. She just wagged her pretty
ass as she walked down the hallway, and wore string
bikini's in the summer. One time he'd snuck into her
room while she wasn't there and gone through her stuff.
He had not found any birth control pills. All the
panties he'd found were plain functional cotton or
rayon panties, nothing special. He found very few bras.
She hated them and when she had to wear one, wore a
sports bra. There was nothing like Victoria's Secret
type stuff that would tease a guy.
In short he was confused about what she was really
doing. He'd heard the rumor about what she was going to
pay off after the State win, but like her he'd doubted
she'd have to pay off at all.
But when she came into his room, looking unsettled, and
even a little afraid, he had a pretty good idea why.
Mandy paced. "Hey," she said automatically. She turned
around and said, "Great Game."
He nodded, "I almost missed a snap. But I got it there
in time."
She hadn't heard a word he'd said, and it showed. "I
need to ask you a question," she said.
"Let me guess," he said. "You want to know if we're
going to take State."
"How'd you know that was it?" she asked him, surprised.
"You look nervous and I'm on the team. I know about the
payoff, just like everybody else. You want to know if
you're going to have to pay up."
She blushed and looked down. "Yeah." was all she said.
"What's the big deal?" he said. "According to what I
hear you've been falling over backwards for everybody
who goes out with you."
He didn't mean it to sound cruel, but it did. Part of
his problem was that the linemen, who made every win
possible, never got anything from the cheerleaders, and
it pissed them off. It was an old saying 'Linemen
always get screwed, but never by the girls'.
He could tell immediately, though, that something was
bad wrong. His sister, his BIG sister, a year older
than him, wise and worldly, began to leak huge
crocodile tears that ran down her flawless tanned
cheeks right in front of him.
"Hey!" he said, putting down the earphones and standing
up. "Come on, what's wrong Mandy? I didn't mean to hurt
your feelings." He walked up to her and, to his
amazement, she threw herself at him, hugging him tight.
"I... don't... do... all those... things... I'm...
I've... never..." she sobbed so hard she couldn't talk.
Bobby hugged her close and tight. "Hey, whatever it is
it's OK" he said soothingly. "If you want me to break
anybody's legs or something, just say the name. What'
got you so upset? Is it me?"
"Noooo" she sobbed "Except that you believe it all too"
she burst into tears again. "I... th..th..thought
you... knew... me better... than... thaaaat..." she
bawled.
Bobby began to get a glimmer of what she was upset
about. "You mean... all those guys... they were lying?"
she nodded, sniffling and he held her tighter.
"I DO have some legs to break!" he growled.
Mandy shook her head "No. It's as much my fault as it
was theirs. I let them lie about me because... well
because it's just easier to deal with that than have
everybody think you're Miss Goody Two Shoes." She
stamped her foot, just barely missing his. "How many
popular girls do you know who have a reputation for
being virgins?" Her eyes flashed.
"You mean you've never...?"
She shook her head emphatically.
"Not EVER?" he said.
"No" she said in a very small voice and began sniffling
again. "But if we WIN that STUPID game next Saturday
I'll HAVE to and I don't think I WANT to and..." she
started to cloud up again.
"Not even one little time?" said Bobby, finding it hard
to believe that his sexy older sister had never had sex
even once.
"BOBBY RAY WILSON. You take that back THIS INSTANT!!"
she snapped and he held up his hands in surrender.
"OK, OK, I didn't mean it. Don't get your panties in a
wad. Besides, you don't have to do ANYTHING you don't
want to."
"Yes I do" she moaned. "If I don't come through the
whole school will find out and then they'll figure out
why and nobody will ever talk to me again and my WHOLE
LIFE WILL BE RUINED!"
"So what are you going to do?" he said.
"Are we gonna win?" she asked, anguish in her voice.
"I think we are. Yes. We are SO fired up about this. I
think we can take either team." he said, truthfully.
"Shit!" she swore.
Bobby raised an eyebrow. He'd never heard his sister
use that word before. She really WAS upset by all of
this. "Look," he said. "I'll just talk to the guys and
tell them that it's just too cheap a deal... NO! WAIT!
I have a GREAT idea! We tell them our parents heard
about the deal and they're going to send you off to a
convent if we win."
Mandy smiled at him and her heart warmed. He cared,
even if he was stupid.
"Nice try Einstein" she said. "But if Mom and Dad
really did hear about this do you think for even one
instant that they'd even let me stay on the squad? Much
less go to the game."
He was downcast. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It was a
stupid idea."
She hugged him back "No, it was a sweet idea. I'd
forgotten how thoughtful you can be." She was quiet for
a while. "What happened to us Bobby?" she said. "We
used to have such a good time together."
"I don't know," he said. "You went to High School and
just seemed to forget all about me."
"That's not true," she said, shocked. "I'm PROUD of
you."
"You never introduced me to any girls, you never
introduced me to any of the guys your age - some of
them didn't even know I was your brother until I tried
out for the team - you never invited me on any of your
dates... nothing." he said.
The shocked look was still on her face. "Oh Bobby, I'm
so sorry. I've been such a bitch, trying to be popular
and all that crap. Can you forgive me?"
"Sure, but now that I know how you REALLY feel, I'm
going to have to do something about this bet thing. I
can't let some guy pork my sister because he THINKS
she's a slut, when in fact she's NOT one at all."
"Maybe we won't win," she said glumly.
"I wouldn't count on that," he said. "Don't worry, if
worse comes to worse you can always claim you caught
Herpes or something." He laughed at the look of horror
on her face. "It might stop all the guys from trying to
get in your pants," he grinned.
"Yeah, and our parents wouldn't hear about that, now
would they?" she said sarcastically. "I'll think of
something. Try not to help me unless I ask for it, OK,
Einstein?"
They both laughed then and hugged again. Bobby couldn't
help but notice the body that every other boy in school
dreamed about. Her big breasts WERE soft and natural
feeling against his chest, and her hips were round and
sexy. His cock stiffened almost instantly.
Mandy felt her brother's penis poke her in the front of
her panties, right above her pussy. She pushed him back
and looked down at the bulge in his shorts. "BOBBY!!"
she squealed. "NOT YOU TOO!!!"
He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry Mandy. Don't hate me for
being a guy. I hugged a beautiful girl who I like very
much, who just happened to be close to naked. My little
head doesn't know the difference between 'sister' and
'woman'."
"I guess NOT!" she said, but there was no heat in her
voice. She was even flattered a little. "Thanks for
your shoulder to cry on. See you later."
Mandy went back to her room a little confused. Lots of
guys had hugged her and pushed against her. She didn't
let them put their hands on her pussy. She knew how
good that felt and she knew that if she let them do
that she'd eventually let them do lots more. So her
brother's penis was the first warm stiff one that had
ever really made good contact with her sex. And the
funny part was that it had felt GOOD! 'Maybe I have a
little head too' she quipped to herself.
The fact was that she couldn't just forget about it.
She ended up, like she did on many occasions, sliding
her hand into her panties and slipping two fingers into
her pussy. A few rubs, several jerks and some pressure
on her clitty brought her a nice slow orgasm that put
her in the mood for sleep.
Mandy just ignored all the chatter about how they were
going to win and she was going to 'get' to fuck the guy
who won them the State championship. She tried not to
act any different, not knowing how else to act. To most
kids she looked like the confident, worldly Head
Cheerleader who was going to get her pussy stuffed...
again. There were a whole bunch of boys who wished
they'd gone out for the team.
The night came. It was an away game, played in the big
stadium of the State College. There were thousands of
fans there from both sides. What should have made Mandy
nervous was performing in front of such crowds. But she
went through the routines almost mechanically. Practice
paid off and the squad did all their tricks and stunts
flawlessly. Her mind was on the play on the field.
Unfortunately, from her perspective, the team was
playing flawlessly too. At halftime, Roger Benson, the
Quarterback, waltzed up to her in front of the rest of
the squad and said "Grease it up Mandy, because I'm
going to show you what it's like to be with a real man
tonight." He laughed and postured in front of the
girls, cupping his basket.
Mandy somehow maintained her composure and only drawled
"You wish, Roger. But if you really want to win this
game you'd better give the ball to somebody else, cause
I've seen you run."
The girls all hooted and screeched as he got red in the
face and turned around, muttering "Bitch" under his
breath. But he determined, right then and there, that
HE would carry that ball over the goal line for the
winning play, no matter what the coach ordered. He
WOULD fuck that bitch, and he'd make her scream! It
didn't seem ironic to him at all that he stuck his hand
repeatedly in the crotch of her brother all night. In
fact, he wasn't even smart enough to notice that there
was something ironic going on.
Their opponent was East Central, and they were good.
They didn't have the line that the Mustangs did, but
their quarterback could throw. Roger appeared to have
the claim on Mandy's pussy when he kept the ball on an
end run during the point after and put the Mustangs up
by two.
But when, late in the final quarter, Fred Hawk, a
Mustang linebacker committed a personal foul and the
ball was moved halfway to the goal line, East Central
was were good enough to score a field goal that put
THEM a point ahead. They were good enough to hold the
Mustangs to short advances until there were only 23
seconds left to play.
The ball was at the 50, and if the Mustangs could get
another 20 yards or so and kick a field goal of their
own, the game was theirs.
But to do it they had to throw the ball. They were out
of time outs.
Mandy's heart was pounding. If the field goal got
kicked, she owed her virginity to the kicker, Ricky
Anderson, who was a vain and mean senior who had gotten
ugly with her when she turned him down for a date. She
couldn't stand the thought of him rutting between her
legs.
Bobby snapped the ball and Roger lofted it to Fred
Hawks, but he got nailed as he let it go and it was a
little high and off course. Like a bad movie, a player
from East Central was there and intercepted the ball.
All he had to do was fall on it and run out the time.
Mandy's heart leapt as high as the guy who caught that
ball.
The player, though, wanted to make a name for himself.
He wanted to score. He had visions of glory in his
eyes. Maybe there was a pussy bet with his team's
cheerleaders. For whatever reason... he ran.
Bobby and the right guard, Jim Temple, had often worked
together to run down the man with the ball. They
reacted and headed for the ball. Jim got there first
and hit the guy hard on the front of the thighs. The
ball carrier, thinking he could hurdle Jim, didn't
hurdle high enough and Jim caught him in one of those
plays you see on "Ouch, that had to hurt" videos. The
ball popped free as the carrier from East Central did a
somersault and landed flat on his back.
As the whole stadium could plainly see, the ball had
come out of his hands before he hit the ground. It was
a free ball.
Bobby had watched Jim hit the guy. He thought it was
over, but to his never ending surprise, the ball
suddenly appeared in the air right in front of him.
Instinct made him grab it.
Training made him run.
Knowing that if he made this score his team would win
and his sister's virginity would be safe made him
vicious.
He broke three tackles and got one good block. 24
seconds after he snapped the ball, he carried it over
the goal line.
It seemed like the whole world exploded. The
celebration started immediately and Bobby was carried
all over the field by his teammates. It took an hour
before enough order could be established to get the
kids back on the bus and headed home with their trophy.
Bobby was holding court in the front of the bus. Mandy
was in the back with some of the girls. Roger stood up
and said, "I'm going to go back there and get my
winnings." Somebody said, "What winnings," and Roger
answered, "I got the last points of the game that
weren't done by her brother, so I get that pussy!"
It got very quiet in the front of the bus. Word reached
the back what was happening and Mandy froze.
Bobby said loudly, "If I recall, the rights to that
pussy, Roger, go to the man who scored the WINNING
points. That would be ME Roger, so it seems to me that
I get to decide who gets that pussy."
It was deathly quiet now. Bobby went on and the whole
bus heard him. "And Roger, buddy, I am sorry to say
this, but you are most definitely NOT going to be the
guy I award my rights to!"
Laughter exploded and Roger seethed. "Fuck you Wilson!"
he shouted. "And I'll fuck your sister too!" He headed
toward the back of the bus. It got quiet again and
everybody watched as Roger approached Mandy. "You're
mine, BITCH!" he shouted.
Several things happened. Bobby jumped up and followed
Roger down the aisle. No one tried to stop him. Mandy,
who was sitting on the aisle, brought her tennis-shoed
foot up and snapped it forward into Roger's balls. He
had changed into street clothes and no longer had on a
cup. She was a healthy girl, with strong cheerleader
legs. Two of the cheerleaders, finally coming to their
senses, stood up and hovered over Mandy protectively.
Roger went down like a sack of cement. His piteous
groans were music in Mandy's ears. Several people
laughed. Bobby stopped. In the dark no one could see
the shock on his face.
Mandy stood up slowly. "Bobby?" she said sweetly. You
could have heard a pin drop. "My pussy is my own, and
I'll be the one to decide who gets it and who doesn't.
You can go sit down now little brother."
It was a riot after that. People laughed and cried and
gave Bobby a hard time, talking to him in falsetto
voices, mimicking his sister, but he didn't care. He
knew by the tone of her voice that she wasn't mad at
him. They left Roger where he was. He eventually got up
and hobbled back to the front of the bus, but the snot
was gone from his manner.
Four hours later Mandy and Bobby got in their old car
and Mandy drove them home. It was quiet in the car, but
it was an easy quiet, after all the noise and confusion
of the night. They expected their parents to be home.
They had driven to the game with a bunch of other
parents, and should have been back long ago, but the
house was dark.
The phone was flashing at them when they went in. It
was a message from their mother. A bunch of the parents
had decided to celebrate and had rented motel rooms to
stay the night because they were all going to get
roaring drunk. She cautioned them not to do the same
and hung up.
Bobby was lying on his bed, reading and listening to
music to fall asleep to when Mandy came in his door.
She was wearing a T shirt that fit better and hung to
her thighs. He pulled the headphones off. She looked
delicious in the shirt, with her hair down, out of the
ponytail she'd been wearing. "Hey" he said.
"I came to thank you," she said, walking toward him.
"No problem. Who'd have thought it?" he quipped.
"No, I mean it Bobby, you saved me, and I love you for
it," her eyes were liquid in the dim light thrown by
his reading lamp.
She was standing right by the bed now. The light
highlighted her nipples in the shirt and she smelled
good. Bobby groaned inwardly as he felt his cock start
to do its thing. He put the book down, open, across his
gym shorts. "Like I said, no problem."
Mandy leaned over and very deliberately kissed her
brother on the lips. Hers were warm and soft. His were
tight and surprised. Her tongue flicked out and licked
the crease of his lips, seeking entry. He gasped and
her tongue darted into his mouth. Her hand came to rest
on his hard stomach and slid lower, heading for his
stiffening cock.
When her hand hit the waistband of his shorts she broke
the kiss. But her hand kept going. While she stared him
in the eyes, her hand slid under the elastic, through
the nest of hair and onto his cock. In the time it took
her to do all this, he was rock hard.
"Mandy," he breathed. "What are you doing?"
"I'm paying off on the bet, little brother," she said,
slowly fisting his cock and stroking it once.
"You... you can't do that," he gasped.
"Why not? You won the game. You scored the winning
points. You are the victor and I am the spoils." She
stroked him again and his hips moved. It felt fantastic
to have her hand on him.
"You don't have to do this Mandy," he huffed.
"Remember? I saved you. You don't have to do anything,"
he moaned.
"I know you saved me. You saved me twice. Once from
that horrible Ricky Anderson, and again from Roger on
the bus. And I love you for it, and I want to show you
how much I love you for it." Her hand disappeared from
his shorts and she lifted the T shirt. She was naked
underneath it.
Bobby hissed a breath. He knew she was gorgeous, but
he'd never seen her like this. Her breasts were round
and heavy, sagging just a little. The nipples were
upturned and looked off in slightly different
directions. They were hard and long and mouth watering.
Her flat stomach drew the attention to her sparse blond
bush. It was trimmed to a thin line of hair that
allowed her to wear all those teeny bikinis. Below that
were her pouting pussy lips. They were swollen now, and
had a sheen that made them look slightly wet.
"Bobby," she said softly. "I meant what I said on the
bus. My pussy is mine, and I'll give it to whom I want.
And I want to give it to you Bobby, for saving me and
for winning the game." He lay frozen as she flicked the
book off his lap and grasped the waistband of his
shorts. She pulled and some automatic reflex made him
lift his hips. His rampant prick flopped as it cleared
the fabric. It stood straight out. It wanted pussy.
"But Mandy, you're my sisteeeeEEEAAAHHHHH!" he screamed
as her mouth came down on his steely rod. She sucked it
lovingly and fondled his balls, hefting them, cradling
them, massaging the heavy sack. His hand came to her
hair and he gripped it. But he couldn't make himself
lift her head off. She sucked on the knob and twirled
her tongue all over it before pulling off while sucking
it hard. There was a 'pop' sound as she raised her
head.
"I've never done that before Bobby, not for anybody."
She leaned over and kissed him again. This time his
tongue was ready and he gave it to her as she crawled
over his hips and settled her pussy down right on his
balls. She pulled back and reached between them for his
cock. "And I've never done this before either, Bobby"
she said as she lifted herself slightly and notched his
cock tip in her pussy. "Or this" she moaned as she
started letting her weight down. "OOhhhh fuck... or
thiiiiiissssss!" she wailed as he felt his cock go in
her until her pussy was once again sitting on his
balls.
Bobby was a virgin too. Well, he had been. He was in
shock. He didn't know what to do. But his little head
did. It throbbed, swelled, and the piss slit that was
parked right next to the mouth of his sister's womb
opened up to make room for a long silver streak of his
semen which blasted against her cervical lips and
ricocheted into her womb. That was followed by four
more healthy virile ropes of sticky sperm that
thoroughly coated Mandy's womb walls and filled the end
of her pussy.
Mandy felt the heat and wet of his discharge and knew
what it was. She thrilled to the feel of her lover's
sperm soaking in her innermost parts. He was still rock
hard and she knew that, after the initial pain of
entry, it would feel very very good to feel him moving
in her. So she fucked him for 60 seconds or so, gasping
at the pleasure, before collapsing on him and rolling,
pulling him on top of her as she spread her legs. Both
of them were athletic and the roll ended up with him
still balls deep in her.
His own instincts took over and he mated with his
sister. He pounded her until she screamed out her joy,
having one orgasm on top of another. He'd just cum, and
he had fifteen minutes of hard-on left in him before he
felt the urge to fertilize her again. She was chanting
"I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU" and he groaned as
he buried his tool one last time and let his seed flow
again into her receptive slot.
It was an interesting night. They couldn't get enough
of each other. Mandy had always had a hot pussy, and
she'd been right that if she let boys touch it she'd
have let them fuck it. When Bobby discovered how
sensitive her nipples were he took great delight in
getting her through an orgasm just by touching and
sucking them and not touching her anywhere else. For
months after that, if he could get to her nipples,
she'd spread her legs for him, even if she was mad at
him when they started.
But he didn't have to try very hard to get Mandy to
spread her legs for him. She still went out on dates,
but when she got home, her pussy was his and he
regularly fucked it and came in it.
Her college plans went on hold when her belly began
swelling. She and Bobby knew whose baby was growing and
would soon be kicking in her, but all the kids in
school just nodded their heads and said "The slut got
what was coming to her.
There was a sudden dearth of boys who would claim to
have gotten into her panties, since no one wanted to be
named the father.
She didn't mind being pregnant, simply because that
meant no boys wanted to take her out any more and she
got to spend more time at home with Bobby.
Her parents were pretty angry about it, but when Mary
maintained that there was a permanent place for Mandy
at the ranch, with room for children, Mandy just
smiled.
****
Kevin was four years old, and was playing cowboy when a
car drove into the yard. Kevin, not afraid of anybody,
walked toward the car. A tall man got out and smiled at
him. Suddenly, Kevin's momma came running out of the
house and almost knocked the man down hugging him and
kissing him and yelling, "Bobbeeeee!" at the top of her
lungs. Aunt Mary came out on the porch and shook her
head in a way that Kevin would someday know meant she
had just found out something she thought was true, was
actually true.
Then momma was squatting in front of him. "Kevin,
honey, I want you to meet your papa. He just graduated
from college and he's going to live with us now. Isn't
that great? And you can have a baby sister and a baby
brother and another baby sister and..."
Kevin didn't know about all those babies crawling
around the place, but the way his papa was kissing his
momma looked like they were having a good time.
He went to join them and get a hug of his own.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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