Trent: The Babymaker

Chapter Thirteen

 

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My mom paid little attention to me the morning after she'd tucked me in with a bedtime story and some quick, hard sex. I wasn't sure if we'd been making love or fucking. That might not seem very important to most people, but I'd been learning to appreciate the subtle differences. If I knew what we were doing, I hoped, I might almost know what I should be feeling. As it was, I felt a little bit of everything.

"I don't want any phone calls today," she said, walking into the kitchen and fixing her left earring.

"Okay," I cleared my throat, only half-looking at her.

She'd pulled her blonde hair into a severe bun, leaving a few deliberate tendrils falling past her ears. They were the only thing about her that wasn't perfect and that's what made her beautiful, at least to me. Mom had put on her red scarf, the silk knotted loosely around her throat. Like a man's power tie, it made her look aggressive and assertive, much like her crimson lipstick and fingernails. She barely glanced at me. No more secret smiles, no more flirting, the world had gone back to normal.

"That means you too," she said, looking at my dad. "I have an important meeting downtown."

"Oh." He looked at her over his morning paper. "Well, you're dressed for it, dear. You look very important."

"Hmmm..." Mom tugged her earring, a large gold one, and finally returned his smile. "Thank you. Wish me luck."

It's pretty amazing how she could grow so warm in the blink of an eye. I mean, one minute she walks into the room and the temperature drops thirty degrees, and a second later she smiles and it almost breaks your heart. Dad could do that, get her to melt and relax, even get a girlish giggle out of her. They shared the moment, looking at each other, and I felt...Jealous? She never looked at me like that.

"Did you finish your homework?" Mom asked, losing her smile as she stared at me. It wasn't an angry look, not even stern, just the sort of look a busy mom gives her son when she doesn't need a last minute problem.

"Almost," I said. "I can do it during study hall."

Of course, if Mom hadn't come into my room the night before, we both knew my homework would already be finished. It seemed a golden opportunity for one of her flirty, secret smiles, and yesterday I would have gotten it, I'm sure, but not today. Last night never happened.

"Do good in school, Trent." She left, blowing a kiss at my dad on her way towards the garage.

"I'd better get going too," he said, glancing at his watch. "Hey, if I take your mom out for dinner tonight, can you fend for yourself?"

"Huh? Sure," I said with a shrug.

"I'll give you some money for pizza," he said. "Or maybe you can see that girlfriend of yours. Take her to a movie. How about that?"

"Maybe. I can call her after school, I guess." It would have to be long distance, I didn't say. Dad thought I was dating Lisa.

"Here's, uh..." He looked through his wallet. "Sixty dollars. You can take a cab. It's better than the bus, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed, returning his smile. "Thanks."

"I'll be glad when you're old enough to drive," he said, standing up. "I'll probably pick your mom up at work, so...Be good. Right?"

I wondered what was going on, but I didn't ask. When they went out, it was usually on Saturdays, and I couldn't remember the last time Dad had picked up my mom at work. It seems kind of strange to admit, but when I thought about it, I really didn't know that much about my parents. Maybe it's like that for all kids, I'm not sure.

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Mrs. Collins must have been watching for me out the windows. She opened the kitchen door before I could even knock. It had felt weird hiding around the side of a neighbor's house, watching and waiting for her husband to leave for work. Julie left a few minutes later, standing on the corner with a half-dozen other middle school kids for the bus. That made my heart stutter, just seeing her again. She looked gorgeous to me, even from halfway down the block, and I wished I could go talk to her. We could skip school and just...talk. I missed her so much it hurt. But her bus took her away, and Randy finally left, walking by himself now that we weren't friends anymore.

"We'll go upstairs again," Mrs. Collins decided, taking my jacket as I kicked off my shoes.

She wore pink sweatpants and a t-shirt, which surprised me a lot less than seeing her in a skirt the night before. She'd obviously brushed her hair though, and she'd put on a little makeup, too. Mrs. Collins had put on the same reddish brown lipstick and it looked nice with her brown eyes and hair. I'd seen her plenty of times in the morning, like when I'd sleep over, and she didn't usually worry about looking so nice.

"Here, let me do it," she said, kneeling on the floor of Julie's bedroom.

Apparently, she'd decided this was the room she wanted to get pregnant in, but I didn't know why. Maybe because I'd taken her daughter's virginity on the now unmade bed, and maybe even knocked Jules up. Whatever the reason, I couldn't help smiling as Mrs. Collins undid my belt and then my jeans, pushing them down my thighs as I held her shoulders for balance. She pushed my boxers down as well and my cock wasn't hard, since I felt pretty nervous. It just sorta dangled there as I stepped awkwardly out of my clothes.

"I want to do it twice before you go to school," she told me.

"Alright," I whispered, watching as she took my cock in her hand.

She played with it for a moment and then kissed the tip, not as tentatively as the night before. Mrs. Collins pulled my penis upward and licked along the underside of the shaft, all the way from my balls to the smooth glans. She did it again and then pursed her lips, kissing my cock right at the base. She kissed my thighs and played with my cock some more, holding it between her thumb and fingers at it started to grow. She seemed to want to do something else. I can't explain how I knew that, but I felt it. Like she was less interested in my cock than she was in my...balls? Yeah. After a minute, maybe two of kissing and licking all around my nuts, she finally closed her eyes and planted a wet, lingering kiss on my scrotum.

"Mmmm...." she sighed, holding her mouth against my balls, slowly, slightly shaking her head so that my sack rubbed across her cheeks. It seemed a bit weird maybe, but as far as I could figure, all sex is weird.

"You wanna suck my balls?" I wondered, getting over my nervous fear as I became more excited. Like they're inversely proportional or something, which was kinda what my math homework was about, but I wasn't thinking about school.

"They're beautiful," she breathed, jerking my cock in her fist as I'd grown fairly erect by then. Zero to boner in six seconds flat and I had both hands on the woman's head, steering her mouth around my crotch.

Once she started sucking my cock or licking my balls, it didn't really matter who she was in real life. At that moment, Mrs. Collins was just another girl. I stopped worrying about Jules or even her husband. My dick was leaking precum over her fingers and she seemed to love my balls a lot. She'd push her tongue underneath them, like she wanted to lick my butt or something, and then flick it back and forth, up and down. My swollen cock pressed against her face, along her nose and past her closed eyes. She'd opened her hand, stroking the shaft with her palm as more precum leaked onto her forehead.

When Mrs. Collins took my balls in her mouth, she wasn't shy about it. I heard her whisper something about how big they were, but I didn't know if I had big balls or not. So far as I could tell, I wasn't much different than most of the guys in my gym class. But I already knew her husband had some serious gonad issues. I mean, he couldn't even knock his wife up after six months of trying. Maybe he had really small balls? Probably a little dick, too. Except I didn't want to think anything bad about the guy. Actually, I didn't want to think about him at all.

"Not too hard," I warned her, wincing as Mrs. Collins tried to stuff both of my nuts into her mouth at the same time.

"Sorry," she breathed, giving up on that and just taking one between her lips.

That worked better for both of us and she went back to jerking me off, eyes open this time. She stared at my penis and nursed on my balls, one and then the other, sucking on them like candy, and it felt sorta nice. Too nice, and like the night before, I told her I was going to cum pretty soon if she didn't stop.

"Yeah. Okay," she said, dragging a wet kiss up my shaft.

She closed her lips around the head of my cock and for a second there I thought she actually wanted me to cum in her mouth. Mrs. Collins only sucked me for a few seconds, however, and then let me go.

"Put it inside me," she said, laying on Julie's bed.

She'd taken off her sweatpants, but not her t-shirt or her panties, pink ones this morning. She pulled the crotch aside, inviting me in, and I fucked her. We were definitely not making love. She didn't move at all, but only closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, laying stiff beneath me. She felt nice and hot though, slick and oily with her own juices, so maybe only wanted to pretend like she didn't care. It didn't matter as I came quickly and that seemed to wake her up again.

Mrs. Collins opened her eyes, smiling and nodding her head. She let out a deep breath, I guess she'd been holding it, and put her arms around my neck.

"I feel it," she whispered. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop, it feels good."

She brought her knees up, wrapping her legs around me as she began moving. I fucked her through my orgasm and into hers. She grew even wetter then and fucking Mrs. Collins was like giving my cock a bath, but she wasn't very tight at all. Not until she groaned and arched her back, every muscle in her body contracting, include the small, soft ones in her pussy. She squirmed and pulled me to her mouth, kissing me hard and deep the way she had the night before. Everything else was just pretend for her. I mean, the way she'd been so stiff and how she kept her clothes on, and all that. She obviously wanted to fuck. Mrs. Collins got off on it, she was cumming like crazy, but she probably didn't want to.

But I didn't care. It sounds bad, but it's true. I grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs up, and drilled her cunt for what seemed like an eternity before I came the second time. She loved it too, believe me. Every girl I knew was messed up in the head, except Julie. I thought about her while I fucked her mom, and not in a bad, guilty way either. I pretended it was Jules I was fucking. Like she'd grown up and we were married maybe, and we even had kids and wanted another one. They had the same eyes and I sort of fell into them, wishing Mrs. Collins was her daughter.

I kissed her, trying to hold my orgasm and knowing I couldn't. I kissed the woman the best I knew how, pumping her cum dripping pussy with short strokes and teasing her tongue with mine. When my cock began to pulse and spurt a fresh load of sperm inside her, I only slowed down. I didn't stop. I rocked my hips, working my long, fat erection into her the way I liked to do it with Jules. I loved the woman with my mouth and cock, with my fingers in her hair, and she loved me back. Mrs. Collins moaned, clutching at me with her hands and caressing my tongue with hers.

That's how you make a baby, I wanted to tell her, but being a mother, maybe she already knew that.

"Thank you," she breathed, blinking at me as we caught our breath. We didn't say anything else for awhile, but we didn't move for a long time either.

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I had friends at school, a lot of them. Randy had been my best friend forever though, so I'd never really had another one. Once in awhile I'd hang out with the other guys, you know, like we'd play football together or baseball in the summer. Sometimes I'd go to someone's house and play videogames, but once I'd started getting girlfriends, that had pretty much stopped. For about a month there, closer to two months now, I'd spent all my free time with girls or avoiding girls, or just worrying about girls. It didn't leave a lot of time for doing guy stuff.

I sorta missed that, but mostly I missed having a best friend.

"What did my mom want to talk to you about?" Randy asked me, and I think the surprise masked my guilt pretty good.

"What?" I stared at him. We were in the library for study hall and he hadn't said a word to me in over a week. Maybe two.

"She made me call your house yesterday," he said. "What did she want?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Ask her."

"It was about my sister, wasn't it?"

"Just leave me alone, dude." The last thing I wanted to do was get in another argument about Jules, but I really didn't want to talk about his mom either!

"You made her sick," Randy said, and that made me frown.

"What do you mean?"

"She won't eat hardly anything and last night she barfed," he told me. "Ever since you broke up with her."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I had to, remember?"

"You're such an asshead, Trent."

"You wanted me to leave her alone," I reminded him, but we'd had this conversation before. We'd almost got in a real fight over it.

"Not like that!" he protested, a little too loudly as Ms. Williams, the librarian, rang her silence bell.

"How else am I supposed to do it?" I whispered. "It's not my fault."

"If she dies, I'm gonna kill you."

"What?" I grinned at him. "She ain't gonna die, stupid."

"I told you she's sick," Randy said. "My mom even took her to the doctor."

"She didn't look sick to me," I retorted. Jules had looked fine waiting for her school bus.

"What?" He stared at me.

"What?" I shrugged.

"When did you see her?"

"Ummm..." I frowned. "I dunno, the other day. Who cares?"

"You're supposed to stay away from her!"

"Shut-up," I whispered. "You're gonna get us in trouble."

"So you're like stalking her or something, huh?"

"I gotta go." I started grabbing my books.

I had visions of being sent to the principal's office for something stupid like talking in the library. He'd call my dad, who would be busy with a patient, so then he'd call my mom in the middle of her important meeting, and I'd be dead. All because of Randy.

"Just stay away from her," he said, kind of growling under his breath.

"That's what I've been doing," I muttered, leaving the table for another one on the other side of the library.

I didn't blame him. That's the worst part, you know? If I had a little sister like Jules and Randy had kissed her, maybe even fucked her, I'd have been pissed too. If a guy broke her heart, I'd probably want to break his head. So, I understood why he was mad and I only wished he could see it from my point of view. He didn't have a clue how I really felt, nobody did, and the more I tried to explain, the more angry everyone seemed to get. I wished I'd never even met Jules, except I loved her, so I didn't really believe that. I wished I didn't love her so much, that's what I mean. I'd only wanted to have sex with her, but I'd ended up having sex with everyone around her!

God hated me.

"What's the matter with you?" a girl's voice made me blink.

"Huh?"

"Huh?" Molly giggled and took the chair next to mine.

She dropped her biology book and her purse on the table with a whump and a jingle. She had a lot of junk on her purse, flair, she called it, like buttons and pins and key chains and just stuff. She wore a lot of stuff as well. The girl had like ten bangles on her right wrist, not the rubber band kind, but real ones in silver and gold. She had a red one too, a medical bracelet that people wear when they're allergic to penicillin. That was on her left wrist, next to her watch, a real one like my mom's, not plastic. She had three earrings in each ear and two necklaces. One was a small crucifix and the other one a gold pendant that said "Molly" on it. She had a bunch of rings on both hands and a sparkly sapphire barrette in her raven hair that matched her eyes.

She didn't look like a little girl though, not even all that jewelry could hide the fact that Molly was definitely fifteen and definitely one of the hottest girls in my class, if not the whole school. She actually made all that stuff seem kind of cool, which probably explains why half the other girls tried to copy her, but they didn't seem to know the secret formula to make it work. Or more likely, Molly could have worn a garbage bag to school and made it look good.

"You look like somebody kicked your dog," she told me, leaning on her elbow and giving me puppy dog eyes.

"I don't have a dog," I said.

"Why not?" Molly smiled. "I have one. You want to borrow him?"

"What?"

"He'll cheer you up," she said, teasing me. "Seriously. Dogs are awesome. What are you working on?"

"Nothing." I shrugged. "I have to do some math, but..."

"Math sucks."

"Yeah."

Molly smiled at me. "Do you want to copy mine?"

"That would be cheating."

"Shut-up!" She laughed, already opening her notebook. "Next time, I'll copy off you. Okay?"

"I'm not sure you want my answers," I said, returning her smile.

I liked the way her breasts jiggled. Not too much, but just enough to make me wonder if Molly wore a bra beneath her shirts. She wore two of them, a pink halter top and a blouse over that, although it looked more like a boy's dress shirt. It was white with baby blue pinstripes, with the sleeves unbuttoned and neatly rolled almost to her elbows. She didn't tuck it in, of course, and she wore a baby blue skirt beneath. With her pale skin and black hair, her dark eyes and that giggle...Yeah, Molly looked kind of grown up and beautiful, and much different than any of my girlfriends had been.

"So you broke up with your little girlfriend, huh?" she asked, sounding more innocent than accusing. I appreciated that too, believe me, but I didn't want to talk about it.

"Is this a one or a seven?"

"I heard you talking to Randy," she continued. "That's a seven. He's a dork anyway."

"Don't say that," I sighed. "He's my friend."

"It didn't sound like it."

"Well, he is," I told her. "And he's not a dork anyway. He's just..."

"What?" Molly grinned at me.

"Okay, Randy's a dork," I agreed, and then shook my head. "I thought girls are supposed to have good handwriting."

"What's wrong with my handwriting?"

She leaned close, looking over my shoulder, and I felt her hair touching my face. Molly had thick, kind of wavy hair that curled at the ends, and I guess her barrette was just for looks. I could smell her too. Some teenage girls, most of them, smell like teenage girls, but she reminded me of my mom. She wore real perfume, not body spray or baby powder. Red Door maybe, because I knew my mom had some of that. Mom had Chanel and Poison too, all kinds of expensive perfumes, and I knew that smell, I just couldn't think of it. I liked it a lot though.

"You smell nice," I said, without really planning on it. I'd turned my head and Molly turned hers, and our noses were about a centimeter apart.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. We looked at each other for a second and it seemed like a long time. "Did you really break up with your girlfriend?"

"Yeah," I cleared my throat and sat back in my chair, only because Molly hadn't moved at all. I could have kissed her, if I'd wanted to. I mean, I couldn't kiss her, but we'd been really close and it made me nervous for some reason.

"Too bad for her," she said, smiling with just the corners of her lips. She wore lipstick too, pink like her top, but not too bright. She wasn't too anything, but kinda perfect, except nobody's that. Are they?

"I don't know," I said.. "I feel bad about it. She didn't deserve it or anything."

"She'll get over it." Molly shrugged. "My first boyfriend dumped me and it hurt for like a month."

"Really?"

"But then it was okay cause I knew he was a jerk," she explained. "It was his loss, not mine."

"How old were you?" I wondered, closing our notebooks and pushing all that junk out of the way. As far as I knew, she'd never had a boyfriend, although a lot of guys talked about asking her out.

"Ten." Molly giggled. "He was my boyfriend for three days. I thought I was going to marry him."

"Right!" I laughed at her. "I thought you were serious."

"I am serious!" she pouted, trying hard not to smile. "It's different for girls. You don't know, you're just a boy."

"Nah." I shook my head. "I think it's pretty much the same...What?"

Molly had narrowed her eyes, searching my face. "You don't look delusional."

"What's that mean?"

"Girls and boys are definitely not the same," she told me. "Boys just want...you know..."

"Sex? And girls don't?" I grinned at her. "Maybe you're delusional."

"I didn't say girls don't want it," Molly protested. "But it's not the only thing we think about either."

"All the girls I know do."

"Well, I don't," she told me, crossing her arms over her breasts. "And you know me, right?"

"I guess not," I teased her. "Where's my pen?"

"For what?"

"I'm gonna take notes," I told her. "Molly doesn't think about sex. I'm gonna write it down."

"Shut-up!" She hit me in the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Don't say that," she said, actually looking kind of mad. "It's not funny."

"You said it," I reminded her.

"I said I don't think about it all the time," she reminded me. "There's a big difference."

"You're kinda cute when you get mad."

"You'd better stop."

"What? I can't say nice things about you now?"

"Nope!" Molly pursed her lips. "Your compliment privileges are revoked."

"Alright. Fine. I'll tell everybody you think about sex sometimes. Happy?"

"Trent! God! You're such a jerk!"

"And I'm not even your boyfriend yet."

"Yet?" She grinned and stuck her tongue out at me.

"Uhhh...I didn't mean that," I said truthfully. "I just meant, I'm not your boyfriend."

"Yeah? It just slipped out?"

"I guess so," I agreed, feeling almost stupid. "Sorry."

"Why? Do you think I wouldn't go out with you?"

"Um..." I couldn't even translate that question. Was I supposed to say yes or no?

"Try it," Molly said. "Go ahead. Ask me."

"Just so you can laugh at me?" I gave her a doubtful look. She had to be teasing.

"I might say yes."

"That's what scares me," I replied, only half-joking.

"You're scared of me now?"

"Well, you did hit me."

"Only because you deserved it."

She smiled patiently while I just looked at her and finally took a deep breath. "Do you want to go out with me?"

"Yeah." Molly nodded. "What time are you picking me up?"

"You mean tonight?"

"You're asking me, remember?"

"I don't even know where you live," I told her. "What do you like to do?"

"Ice skating."

"Ice skating?"

"It's open skating from six to nine at the Rec Center," Molly said. "You've been there before. Right?"

"Yeah." I shrugged as the bell rang and we both looked up in annoyance.

"Great! I'll just meet you there, okay?" she suggested, gathering her purse and books. "Six o'clock. Bring your skates."

And just like that I had a date with the prettiest girl in tenth grade. Maybe I even had a new girlfriend, one my own age, and that would be a first. I wasn't counting on it though. I wasn't even sure I wanted Molly to be my girlfriend, since I already had one. Bambi expected to see me that very night, but not like a date or anything. I was supposed to go to her house and basically spend as much of the weekend as possible with her.

If I stood Bambi up...I really didn't like to think about it.

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Mrs. Collins had driven to my house, although she lived only a few blocks away. Since Jules and Randy would be home after school, we couldn't meet there. I'd half-expected her not to show up, since we'd had sex that morning and I knew how much she liked to be the perfect mom. Mrs. Collins liked to feed her kids in the afternoon, ask about their day, and get them started on homework. When I saw her mini-van in the driveway, however, I realized how badly she wanted a baby.

"Let's do it right here," she said, patting the kitchen table. "I can't stay very long."

"Ummm...Okay," I agreed with a grin. I wasn't nearly so nervous now that we were in my house. "Do you want to suck my cock first?"

"Stop being a little shit." Mrs. Collins gave me a sharp look and it felt like she'd slapped me. "I'm not here for you."

"Sorry." I frowned, looking down as I finished taking off my pants.

I kind of thought she'd been starting to like me, or at least the sex. She'd gotten off on it, that was for sure, but maybe that was the problem. Mrs. Collins probably didn't want to enjoy cheating on her husband. Even if the man knew about it, she had to feel guilty. Right? Perhaps it even embarrassed her, knowing I'd made her cum a bunch of times. I shouldn't have said anything at first, just like the other two times we'd had sex, and she might have sucked my cock all by herself.

She wasn't going to do it now, though. Mrs. Collins wore the same sweat pants she'd been wearing that morning and she didn't take them all the way off. She pulled them down to her knees and leaned over the table, showing me her butt. She'd changed her panties, they were plain and white, and stretched across her ass. She didn't have a really big butt or anything, but compared to every other girl I'd been with? Yeah, it seemed kind of large to me, but nice and round as well.

"Hurry up, Trent," she told me, looking over her shoulder. "You can pull my panties down if you have to."

"Alright." I cleared my throat and played with my dick. I'd been sorta hard at first, but after Mrs. Collins had snapped at me...

"What's the matter?" She narrowed her eyes.

"I'm kind of nervous," I said, and the more I tried to get a boner, the softer it got.

She watched me for half a minute and my face had turned red with embarrassment. Jeeze! My dick got hard if the wind blew, and now it wasn't doing anything. I couldn't believe it and having Mrs. Collins stare at me, frowning impatiently with her butt sticking out like a big, white invitation only made it worse.

"Fine," she decided in a brisk tone. "I'll suck it for you."

She pushed herself off the table and knelt on the kitchen floor. I wasn't even sure it would help, to tell the truth. I almost felt guilty, because she made it sound like I was doing it deliberately. Mrs. Collins took my cock in her mouth, all of it, since it wasn't very big at all just then, and started sucking on it like a noodle. She still wasn't very good at giving head, but it worked anyway. She cradled my balls in her hand, gently rolling them around, and it didn't take very long before she started gagging. Her cheeks bulged outward and she coughed as my cock grew too long for her mouth.

"Umm-hmmph.." she sighed, bobbing up and down on half of my erection and I thought she'd stop, but no. Mrs. Collins liked sucking my dick, that was obvious; she just didn't want to admit it until she was actually doing it. Girls are so weird.

"That's good," I breathed, smiling down at her and feeling a lot better now that my dick was working again. I had a serious boner and I slipped my fingers into her soft, brown hair so I could hold her head.

"Mmmm..." She turned her brown eyes upward and they were warm and gentle again, not sharp at all.

"Use your tongue some more," I suggested, and maybe I was taking a chance, but I didn't think so. Maybe I was just a teenage boy, but I had a lot of experience with sex and there's like a zone that you get into where almost anything is okay.

Mrs. Collins wasn't going to say no and I guess that's when I decided I wasn't going to tell her when I got close to cumming. I wanted to cum in her mouth, just once, and probably she'd get mad and hate me for it, but a little voice in my head thought she sorta deserved it. Actually, I was kind of tired of all my girlfriends telling me what to do all the time. I mean, Bambi mostly, but my mom as well, and now Mrs. Collins. It seemed like I never had a choice in anything and possibly I just wanted to make up my own mind for a change.

"Suck it," I whispered. "Suck my big dick. Yeah, like that. I know you like it."

She made soft sounds of agreement, or at least she wasn't stopping. Mrs. Collins followed directions pretty good, too. She started moving her tongue a little more, wriggling it underneath the shaft and around the head of my cock. She swallowed all the juices filling her mouth, precum and spit, but some of it drooled down her chin and dripped onto the blouse she wore. Her fingers would tug lightly at my scrotum, pulling on my balls in time with her bobbing head. She could even take a bit more of my dick into her mouth without gagging, although she wasn't ever going to take all of it.

That didn't matter and I had to clench my ass and tighten my gut as I felt the familiar ache in my groin. I wanted to hold my orgasm back as long as possible. When I started cumming, I wanted that first blast of semen to fill her mouth completely. Mrs. Collins would have to swallow some of it before she started yelling at me and that's all I really wanted. I wasn't thinking about Julie or making a baby or anything else, just making this woman eat my cum.

"Oh!" I gasped and really held her head tight. I didn't let her go and pushed forward with my hips at the same time, pushing my cockhead as far inside as I could without actually getting into her throat.

Mrs. Collins gagged on it and my cock pulsed rapidly, giving her three or four heavy spurts before she even knew what it was, probably. She shoved me back, coughing and sputtering, and yes, definitely swallowing. Cum ran out of her open mouth like thin milk, down her chin and neck, and my loose cock didn't stop just because of that. I spurted on her face and pulled her against my dick, like mashing my crotch against her face as I rocked my hips and spewed more semen onto her cheeks and into her hair. It made a serious mess and she slapped my thighs until I let her go.

"You asshole," she panted. "You came in my mouth!"

"Sorry," I said. "I couldn't help it. You sucked my dick too good."

"Bleh..." She stuck out her tongue and let a gob of semen fall onto her thighs. She swallowed and coughed some more as well.

"It's still hard," I told her, feeling curiously strong or confident, or something. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Yeah," she said, giving me a dirty look and blinking her left eye, wiping at the sperm that had landed there.

But that's all she did.. Mrs. Collins didn't scream or slap me, or stomp out of the house. She didn't even grab a paper towel to clean her face with, she only stood up, pushed her panties down, and bent over the table. That seemed pretty strange, but I felt like the king of the world, too. I mean, I'd just fucked her mouth, shot a big load all over her face, and now she wanted me to fuck her. Either Mrs. Collins would do anything to get knocked up, or she liked it.

Figuring out which one wasn't difficult at all as I shoved my cock inside her super wet, burning hot cunt. She wanted a guy to fuck her mouth! What a slut! She pushed herself against me, holding onto the edge of the table with her knuckles turning white, grunting every time my cock kissed the bottom of her pussy. Mrs. Collins fucked me just as much as I fucked her and she started cumming less than two minutes after we started. I held my cock inside her, not moving at all as she screwed her pussy onto my dick. She made a puddle of girl cum on my mom's kitchen table and a lot more of it ran down her thighs.

When we were done, after I'd cum inside her, Mrs. Collins could only lay there, huffing and puffing and smiling with that freshly fucked glow that girls get when it's good.

"Sam...My husband," she breathed. "He never fucks me like this."

"Oh. Well, uh..." I smiled and shrugged, pulling up my pants.

"That was good," she said, and then giggled stupidly, shaking her head. "What am I doing? I have to go."

"Okay." I still felt real good about myself, but I felt kind of bad about what I'd done. That's the problem with coming down after sex. "I'm sorry I came in your mouth, Mrs. Collins."

"Hmmm..." She didn't look at me as she pulled up her panties, the crotch snug and damp where it covered her cum-filled pussy. "Come over tomorrow morning, after ten. Sam's taking the kids to play miniature golf or something."

"Alright," I agreed.

"We'll have three or four hours," she continued, pulling up her sweat pants. "Can I use your bathroom? My face is sticky."

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"Where are you?" Bambi demanded over the phone. "You haven't even called me in three days."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I said. "I've been really busy and..."

"Too busy for me?"

"I've got school and all that stuff," I told her. "I'm sorry I didn't call."

"I'm beginning to think you don't love me anymore, Trent."

"What? No," I protested. "I want to see you, but I can't come over tonight."

"Don't tell me that," she sighed. "I made your favorite. Lasagna, it's in the oven right now."

"Really?" I loved lasagna and Bambi was a surprisingly good cook. She grilled spicy Italian sausages and put them in the in the bottom of the pan while it baked.

"I did a little shopping too," she said, teasing me with her sexy voice. "Victoria's Secret, Trent."

"Oh." I smiled into the phone. Bambi had a body made for sexy underwear, and she had a lot of it already. Now she had something brand new and I wondered what it might be, just like she wanted me to.

"Come over," she whispered. "I am so going to fuck your brains out tonight."

"Yeah, but I can't," I sighed. "Tomorrow night, okay?"

"Uh-uh," she said. "Tonight. I'm touching my pussy right now. It's all hot and juicy. I shaved just for you, Trent."

"You did?"

"Extra smooth," she breathed. "Soft and pink. I'm putting baby oil all over my pussy. Ummmm...It feels so nice inside. I want your cock, baby. Don't tease me."

"Fuck." I frowned, thinking about Molly and wishing I'd never promised to meet her for ice skating. Bambi was just manipulating me, I knew that, but it was so much fun having sex with her.

"Uh-huh." She laughed lightly. "Fuck me, Trent. All night long, baby bear. Tell your mom you're sleeping over at a friend's house."

"I can't," I said. "My dad's taking her out tonight."

"Prefect," she said. "I'll be your babysitter. They don't even have to pay me."

"Yeah, right!" I laughed. "I'm serious. I can't go anywhere."

"No? Well, maybe I'll just bring dinner to your house."

"What?"

"If they're not going to be home anyway," Bambi said. "You can fuck me in your own bed."

"They're not going to be out all night," I told her. "Look, I gotta go. Tomorrow, I'll come over. Okay?"

"I don't like this," she said, dropping the sexy tone. "I have needs, Trent."

"I know. I'm sorry," I sighed, looking at the wall clock. "I have to go."

"Tell me you love me first."

"I love you, Bambi."

"Hmmph!" She didn't sound convinced.

I had to break up with her, I'd already figured that much out. If it hadn't been for Lisa, I never would have met Bambi in the first place, and she wasn't even around anymore. After the thing with Mrs. Collins, I almost felt like I could do anything, but I knew that wasn't true. Breaking up with Bambi should be easy, right? All I had to do was avoid her. So what if she was uber-hot and amazingly sexy, and knew a thousand and one different ways to make me cum. I could jerk off in the shower, except that sucks after fucking Bambi in the ass in her big bathtub.

But I had Mrs. Collins now and she was draining my balls twice a day, at least for the next week or so. After she got pregnant, and she definitely would, I could makeup with Jules and we could have all the sex we wanted. It would be even better than sex, because we loved each other. Real love, not the kind Bambi and me shared. That was like convenient, I just wanna fuck you love. She wasn't even pregnant! Maybe if Bambi ditched her pills and let me knock her up...But, see? That's the kind of thinking that got me in trouble in the first place.

She wouldn't ever let me make her pregnant anyway. Bambi just wanted a pet boy to play with. Or so it occurred to me as I took a shower and washed Mrs. Collins off my dick. I had to break up with her. No more Bambi, no more Lisa or the twins, no more Julie, for the moment -- But what about Molly? She liked me a lot, I knew that, and she wasn't just looking for sex. She wanted a real boyfriend and we were the same age, in the same grade at the same school, and she was so pretty it almost hurt to look at her. Easy to be with, too. Easy to talk to. I'd enjoyed teasing her and being teased and seeing her smile and her perfume and...Everything.

"Molly," I sighed. She seemed a lot like Julie except...Better?

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"Trent!" Molly waved at me from the ice.

She stood in the middle of the rink, a nice indoor one, wearing jeans and white turtleneck sweater. Her black hair had been tied into a ponytail and everyone else seemed to revolve around her. There were maybe fifty people on the ice, more off it, watching or fixing their skates. A lot of little kids, a bunch of teenage girls, too. Not too many teenage boys though, just some guys sitting around their hockey pads, playing with their sticks while they watched girls like Molly. They were probably waiting on a ride after practice, maybe looking for some attention, but she only smiled at me.

"Where's your skates?" she asked, leaning against the boards, the wooden fence surrounding the ice.

"I don't have any," I said. "Don't they rent some or something?"

"No!" She laughed at me. "It's the Rec Center. You have to bring your own."

"Oh." I made a face, but I'd never ice skated in my life anyway. We lived in Seattle, not Minnesota, so I wasn't really disappointed.

I did feel kind of stupid though.

"I'll just watch you," I suggested, but Molly rolled her eyes at that idea,

"What kind of fun is that?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "I don't mind. You can do spins and stuff, right?"

"You're such a dork!" She laughed again. "Wait here."

"Where are you going?"

"What size shoe do you wear?" Molly asked, skating away from me backwards.

"Nine," I answered. "Why?"

"Just wait!" she said. "I'm gonna get you some skates."

She talked to the hockey guys, smiling and throwing her ponytail around as she grew animated. The place was made out of concrete mostly, with a bare roof and big lights fifty feet over our heads, and with all the kids yelling, I couldn't hear anything else. The guys looked at me and Wendy looked like she was pouting, then giggling as one of the boys handed her his ice skates. She held them up like a trophy, grinning happily at me.

"You know those guys?" I asked her two minutes later, crouched over and tightening the laces.

"Nope!" Molly shrugged. "But I see them here all the time. I think that one guy kinda likes me."

"The one who gave you these skates?"

"Him too," she said, giggling. "They go to some catholic school or something."

"I'm catholic," I told her, but not for any real reason.

"Me too," she said. "We don't go to church very much though. Hurry up, we have to give them back when their ride comes."

"You're kinda pushy."

"I like ice skating," Molly said. "Don't you?"

"Uhhh..." I smiled at her.

I had fun, sort of, and maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I had too much fun laughing with Molly. She could skate backwards like she'd been born doing it and I could only go forward with short, awkward baby steps. People were watching us, the adults mostly smiling with sympathy and the kids grinning as they'd deliberately zoom past, but I barely noticed and Molly wasn't shy.

"Now I know why you don't have your own skates," she said, holding both my hands and sort of pulling me around the rink.

"This is a bad idea."

"Don't worry, I give lessons all the time."

"Really?" I smiled as Molly nodded.

"Saturday mornings," she explained. "They have classes for little kids and I help out. It's fun."

"I bet."

"You should come sometime," she suggested, probably teasing me. "But buy some skates first."

"I thought you said it's the same as roller skating," I complained. "My ankles hurt."

"Better than hurting your butt," she said, and that was a good point. I hadn't fallen down at least, but I'd wanted to a couple times.

"Whoa!" I fell down, pulling Molly with me as she tried to keep me on my feet.

"Oh!" She fell forward as I fell backward, landing on top of me.

"You jinxed it. Are you okay?" I wondered, kind of groaning the words as she'd elbowed me right in the stomach.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked at about the same time. We both shook our heads and grinned.

"I'm glad you're skinny," I said, and then caught the look on her face. "I mean, not skinny, just...light."

"I'm glad you're soft," she replied. "Kinda."

It felt pretty nice holding her like that. My arms had gone around her and I guess that's just instinct. It's weird because I can't remember ever thinking anything specific all the other times I'd ever fallen in my life. When I fell off my bike and had to get stitches once, or the time I fell out of a tree and sprained my shoulder. I remember falling, but not thinking. This time I didn't remember the falling so much as I did wanting to protect Molly.

"Are we gonna get up?" she asked, still smiling happily.

"The ice is kinda cold," I decided. "Can we do something else now?"

"Like what?"

"I'm kind of hungry," I said, watching Molly get easily to her feet. "Where are you going? Hey!"

She only giggled, skating gracefully into the middle, which was reserved for the really good skaters, I guess. A couple other girls were there, practicing spins and little jumps and all that stuff. They weren't as good as Molly, and I held onto the boards as I mostly walked in my ice skates, making my way towards the nearest gate. She wanted to have some more fun before she got off the ice and I could understand that. Heck, if I could skate as well as she could, I'd want to do it all the time.

It looked more like flying, the way Molly moved. I wondered what she'd look like in one of those outfits the girls wear at the Olympics. Like they're ballet dancers with their stretchy tops and flimsy skirts. She'd look awesome, I had no doubt of that. I watched her skate backwards on one leg, bent over at the waist with her arms spread wide, her other leg pointing straight out. Head up, smiling and...Wow!

"Hey, man. I need my skates back," the hockey guy said. "My ride's here."

"That was weak," one of his friends told me. "You need training wheels."

"Yeah," I agreed, grinning because it was true, and besides... "But you know what, dude?"

"What?" They looked at me.

"I've got a hot girlfriend anyway," I said, and we all looked at Molly.

"Good point," the first boy said, nodding appreciatively as I took off his skates. They were okay guys and it was pretty cool letting me borrow some ice skates, but who could say no to a girl like that?

Molly had noticed us watching her and she did a jump just to show off.

"It's called a single axel," Molly explained later, talking around a French fry. "They're kinda hard at first."

"Why's it called an axel?" I wondered. I'd bought us hotdogs and fries, some cokes at the small snack bar. We were feeling hungry, so it didn't taste too bad.

"Because that's who invented it," she said with a shrug. "Some guy named Axel."

"The old Guns and Roses guy?"

"Shut-up!" She threw a French fry at me. "What do you like to do?"

"I don't know," I said. "Hang out, I guess."

"You must be good at something," Molly insisted. "What is it?"

"Hmmm..." I shrugged.

"Hey Trent!" a girl said, and I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Hey butthead!" another girl chimed in, and I knew her voice too.

I didn't want to, but I had no choice as I looked over my shoulder to see Stacy and Angie standing side-by-side. They wore jeans, sweaters, and each of them had a backpack over her shoulder. They looked damp, or their hair did anyway, and I figured they must have been to the Rec Center's swimming pool.

"Hi," I said, giving them the best smile I could find. I didn't know which was which and it didn't really matter, I'd broken up with both of them almost three weeks before.

"What are you doing here?" Stacy asked, although she could have been Angie.

"We were gonna call you," her sister said. "Who's that?"

"That's your girlfriend now?" The other made a face at Molly. Actually, they were both giving her dirty looks.

"You broke up with us just for her?" Angie made it sound like I was an idiot. Or maybe she was Stacy.

"She's not really my, um..." I glanced at Molly, who sat stiff and unsmiling. "We go to school together."

"Broke up with who?" she asked, looking at me. "One of them was your girlfriend?"

"Uh..."

"We were both his girlfriend," Stacy said.

"Duh!" Angie snorted. "We're twins."

"Maybe you didn't notice," Stacy said with a giggle.

"I'm sorry, Angie...Stacy...I really am, but..." I looked back and forth between them, having no idea what I was supposed to say. I'd broken up with them over the phone.

"I'm Angie," the one I thought was Stacy said.

"See? He forgot us already," her sister sighed. "I told you, Trent's just a big butthead."

"Maybe we should take off," Molly suggested.

"Yeah, um..." I cleared my throat and I wanted to leave, but I didn't want the twins to hate me. I wanted to apologize.

"Should we tell him?" Angie looked at Stacy.

"We have to," Stacy replied. "You tell him."

"Tell me what?" But I had a sinking feeling.

"You tell him," Angie said.

"Do it together?" Stacy suggested, and her sister nodded.

"We should go," I said, but it was much too late for that.

"We're pregnant," they said in perfect harmony, smiling happily. I heard a slurping sound as the blood drained from Molly's face.

"Who is?" she asked.

"Both of us!" Stacy said, extra sweetly. "We're twins."

"Duh!" Angie giggled.

Molly stared at me and I just looked at my hands mostly. "Well..." She offered me a thin smile. "I guess I know what you like to do now."

"I can explain," I lied, which only made the twins giggle some more.

"No, you must be really good at it," she insisted, nibbling on a French fry. "Do you give lessons?"

 

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