This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com From parapuke@holli.com Fri Jun 13 04:17:21 1997 The Photographer's Daughters by The Observer Houston in June sucks - as does July through September. The air is hot, muggy and dead. The damn landlord was late getting the air conditioning fixed and I was drowsing on the couch trying to catch some breeze. I had a towel under my back to soak up the sweat. Except for the towel, all I had about me was a light pair of shorts; the grey kind that shows all your equipment. The door to my apartment was open to allow whatever stray wind there was to blow through. In my sleepy state I could hear Bob and Julie clattering around coming back from the hotel swimming pool. Bob had some kind of trade arrangement with the hotel involving pictures. Bob 'The Fotog' Winstead lived across the inside landing from me, and his apartment was a mirror image of my own. I was halfway hard thinking about Julie, Bob's daughter. I had seen Julie's fine, tight ass earlier in the day when she was getting into Bob's car. Julie had a kid, looked 18, and was living with her dad until she could get her round heels back on the ground. She also had a world class body with a tiny waist and big hooters. Bob kept a wary eye on his daughter. He wouldn't even let her date until she got a place of her own. 'Not while Julie lived under his roof,' as he fervently put it. Asshole. My forearm was resting on my brow so I could pretend to sleep and still watch the door. Finally, Bob, carrying the kid, went past. Then Julie appeared, hauling all the junk she lugged around for her little girl Cindy. Julie paused on the landing and looked at me for a moment before going into Bob's apartment. I hoped the cunt got her eye's full. I caught another glimpse of her tight ass and trim legs as she walked away. Still halfway hard, I just lay there dozing, thinking about hot pussy, cold beer and the heat. I was hot and in more ways than one. Then, at a half-heard sound, I opened my eyes and looked over toward the door. The door was almost closed and Julie was leaning against the bookshelf looking at me, a half-smile on her face and one leg cocked back on a shelf. I got up like this happened all the time, and padded over to her. She still had on the bikini, and the garment cunts wear to and from a swimming pool. But the wrap was hanging open, and most of her hot body was showing. Without pausing for conversation, I cupped her head in my hands as soon as I got to her, kissed her and started sucking on her lower lip. She put her arms around me and was moving her crotch toward my leg when Bob called her. "Julie, Cindy needs you." "Shit," she said in a whisper, then kissed me again. As she turned away, she raised her voice to say, "OK, Dad, I'll be right there," with a hint of frustration. I caught her arm, and murmured passionately in her ear, "If the door's unlocked, I'm here and you can visit. Anytime." Julie didn't say another word as she left my apartment. But the swing of her ass made me a promise as her body spoke all the words necessary. The little bitch was hot. I could smell a lingering aroma of light perfume and girl sweat. I wondered if Cindy really had a problem or if Bob was just trying to keep me out of Julie's pant's? Of course, I knew the answer to that question. I cussed a little (under my breath) as I closed the door and went to the bedroom to get dressed. The picture of Julie's ass was clouding my vision. That and her flat stomach. How the hell did she keep a flat stomach after having a kid? The only stretch marks I had seen in my brief appraisal were a few on the sides of her thighs that were just about level with her cunt. During the evening, I declined invitations to socialize. I went to the bar I secretly owned and occupied my favorite bar stool. As I sipped my beer I thought about Julie. My focus changed from her ass and stomach to a picture of Julie's bushy cunt making a fat mound in her bikini bottoms. My cock became erect in reaction to my erotic thoughts. Damn Bob anyway. Like, 'Come on, what are friends for Bob?' When I got back late that night, all was quiet and Bob's door was closed. I continued to entertain myself by having a phony conversation with Bob. 'So why not leave me alone with your daughter, Bob?... 'Hey Bob, be a buddy. I wanna screw your daughter.... 'Oh come on Bob, she may be used, but she's not used up - Bob.... 'Sorry I mentioned it, Bob.... 'Geez, don't get mad, Bob.... 'Ok Bob, she's a nice girl (not!).... 'Look Bob, I just want to do your daughter a favor, help her out so to speak. Julie *needs* a good lickin' and a good dickin'. Trust me Bob.' 'Damn.' With a laugh, I changed into my sweat pants. After checking to make sure the door was unlocked (just in case), I went back to lay on the sofa. Then I tried to ignore my erection and get some sleep. In the wee hours of the night I suddenly awoke. A hand was over my mouth and another hand was feeling of my dick through my shorts. All that I could see in the dim light of the moon was a full head of reddish brown hair and the hand that was massaging my dick - probably checking it for size. With hooded eyes, I pretended to keep sleeping, and waited to see what Julie would do. 'Sorry Bob, I'm going to fuck your daughter bowlegged. Deal with it, Bob.' I could smell her perfume, and a hint of her arousal. My eyes flew open when she licked my stomach, tasting the salt. Then Julie looked up to catch me watching her. She flushed in the moonlight as I licked and kissed the hand covering my mouth. Releasing my cock and moving her hand away from my face, she lay down on top of me. Her lips parted as her mouth kissed me. I kissed and sucked on her lips as my hands roamed her body. Except for the bikini wrap, which didn't cover much, she was naked. I cupped her plump, tight ass in my hands, then let my fingers work up and down her back as we tried to glue our lips together. The little cunt fed me her tongue, and sucked on mine in return. Then Julie pulled back a little and whispered "I don't know what's come over me." 'Yea, right,' I thought to myself, 'I know what's come over you,' I grinned to myself as I started licking her neck. 'Your hot, throbbing, slut pussy woke you up. Your hungry cunt said - 'find me some dick, feed me!' Flipping her over onto her back and dropping my pants with virtually the same motion, I whispered in her ear as I rubbed her body with mine and ran my shaft up and down her wet, slick, promised land. Julie's legs had already opened slightly to accept me, but I could feel she was not completely ready for mounting. "You've been cooped up too long without any loving, sweet baby," I whispered, "Nobody has to know what we do." I knew her need was overwhelming. She had taken a major risk by sneaking into my apartment. "I don't kiss and tell," I murmured in her ear as my hands gentled her with tender caresses. "We're going to make love now and nobody will ever know except you and me." Julie visibly relaxed. Her ankles found the backs of my knees as she let her legs spread farther apart. She used her hands on my shoulders to brace herself. Looking up at me with a smile and half of her attention, her crotch started shifting around searching for my tumescence. 'This must be a favorite game of hers,' I thought. We played bump and tickle for a few moments. Then reading the expression on her face, I allowed her hole to find the head of my cock. 'Some other day I might play the game and make her beg for it.' I gently moved just a part of the head of my dick between her swollen labia, coating my erection with her overflowing juices. Looking down at Julie's pretty face, I thought, 'This is one fuck to be remembered for a lifetime.' "Be gentle with me," she breathed, "I haven't made love since Cindy was born." With her mother in Arizona watching her, and Bob watching her here, the latter part of what she said could very well have been true. But I didn't really think she wanted me to be too gentle. "Of course," I lied, as I moved deeper into her well. Julie had a juicy well-used pussy, with a mind of its own. It still took me a good three strong strokes to get all of me into all of her. As I sank deep into her body, I felt her use her hands to get the leverage to bow her back and completely open her crotch to my probing shaft. Julie may not have had the tightest pussy I had ever screwed, but there was something to be said for experience. Suddenly, even though Julie was trying to keep me within her, I pulled out. Pushing aside her clutching hands, I knelt down between her legs to give her clitoris something to think about. I wanted this bitch's pussy and clitoris to remember me, and remember me well. Quickly I sucked her erect and throbbing clit into my mouth. I found it to be as large as one of her nipples, turgid and full. After giving her quivering little bud a power suck, I shifted to a round robin move of my tongue followed up by a rapid flick back and forth. Then I lowered my mouth and coated my lips with some of her juices. Her musk smell was light but heady, and I could tell she had touched up her pubes with just a hint of perfume. 'Nice touch, and *very* considerate,' I thought. She responded to my moves with pelvic spasms, and had to bite her tongue to stifle her cries. Mounting her again, I let her taste her own fluids as I kissed her. It was time for my 'Japanese Special.' This was something I had learned while in Japan, and it almost never failed to bring a positive response. If it did, I would simply go back to eating her. First, I inserted about an inch of my cock into her aching cunt. Holding at that depth, I revolved my ass, generating a corkscrew motion. Next, I slowly moved in and out of her clasping vagina, allowing just one or two inches of my dick to penetrate her sweet pussy while continuing to rotate. Gradually I increased the speed of my movements, then, unexpectedly I rammed the full extent of my cock up her tube. Pausing for a brief second, I pulled back to a shallow depth and started revolving and moving in and out as before. Then I started cycling the movements. After six to eight of the shallow corkscrew moves, I would tantalize her with a little more of my cock, but never more than briefly. Julie was sweating, groaning and holding on, whispering, "Fuck me you bastard, eat me, screw me, give it to me, oh shit, oh my Goooda." The little bitch knew how much dick I had from the initial penetration. Now I was holding back, making her work for it. And work she did. Julie humped her way to the climax she had been needing for many long months. Too quickly she found satiation. But she was unable to prolong her extacsy. With her hot box demanding cock and getting it, her only thought was to cum. And if possible, cum again. I switched tactics and started pounding hard and deep. As I did so, I began whispering in her ear. I knew that talking to her was what she needed to reach her goal. Julie didn't surprise me at all when she responded to everything I said. "Your pussy is soooo hot," I whispered. Her leg muscles and strong arms tried to pull all of me inside her as she fervently said, "God, I can feel it all the way up inside me." "You're sucking the cum out of me. So tight." "...Stretching. Ohhhhh." "I'm going to cum in your sweet pussy." "Unhhh, oh deeper, fuck me." "Cum sweet lady. Cum for me. Suck me with your pussy." "Ohhh, I am. Oh it feeeeelsss gooooood. Now I really was pounding the little bitch's pussy. She was taking everything I had to give, and begging for more. With a series of small shudders, building up to more major ones, she convulsed with her climax. Holding me against her body with unexpected strength, her cunt turned into a sea of oil and tightness as she came. At her peak, she shifted her pelvis and pulled up so the the bottom of her pussy was hard against the head of my throbbing shaft. Then she started literally sucking my cum out. I shot long streams of pent up cum into the pit of her belly, gasping and shuddering with my own pleasure. As Julie felt the heat of my release shooting into her womb, she convulsed even harder, making inarticulate noises with her open mouth. It would be a long time before this young woman forgot our passion. As we both came down from the heights, we started kissing. And I sucked on her lower lip to prolong the sharp sensations she was still feeling. Leaving my deflating cock inside her, I rotated my pelvis a little to make sure I had injected all of my semen into her. She held onto me, kissing me back and whispering, "Ooh that was good. I needed that. Oooooohhhh thank you." The bitch was grateful. 'Guess I'd have to fuck her again when I have the time. I laughed to myself. 'Shit, I'd need a baseball bat to keep her away.' Most of Julie's brains were between her legs. I knew she would find a way to get around Bob and get some more of what I had just given her. I finally got tired of the shit, and pulled out, dragging my deflated but still somewhat tumescent cock across her thigh, leaving a trail of sticky mixed substances. Pulling the towel out from under her, I dropped it on her overflowing crotch. As she stood, she put the towel between her legs and started cleaning herself with one hand and hugging me with the other. She must have found a lot to sop up, because it seemed to take minutes, while she kissed around on my face, licked my neck and hugged me with her free arm. "Thank you, I really needed that," Julie whispered in my ear while she was licking. "I know you did darlin, and remember, this is just between you and me. I'm glad I could make you feel good. You made me feel good too." I gave her my most boyish grin, and patted her on the ass to show t that I too was pleased. 'He can keep a secret, huh? You could see the wheels turning in her head as she thought about it. "I don't know if we can do this again," she lied, "Daddy watches me all the time." Well, that was the truth, but I was sure she would find a way. After a few more whispered lies about us probably not having a chance for a repeat, she handed me the towel and walked to the door on wobbly legs. Giving me a sweet look over her shoulder, she sneaked back into Bob's apartment. 'Maybe we can't do it again,' I thought, 'Bullshit, that cunt's pussy will be barking and talking to her all day, every day. Now that Julie has had some meat in her again, the only way Bob is going to keep her celibate is to shot her.' And right I was. I screwed Julie two dozen times over the next six weeks. Then she got her own apartment, and another boyfriend. He was some guy that owned a body shop, had plenty of money, and treated her like a lady. Fool! The hot-assed little cunt still came sniffing around as often as she could, even after she got engaged. The last time I fucked her was the day before her wedding, a goodby screw for old times sake. While I was still plugging Julie every once in a while, her sister Wendy showed up. I don't know if Bob ever figured out I was banging Julie. He never let on that he did. Be that as it may, he damn sure guarded Wendy like she had Fort Knox between her legs. Wendy was sixteen. Sweet sixteen - sure she was. Shit, Wendy was as much a slut as her sister, and then some. But she ignored me, and I ignored her. I could smell it on her. I could see it in the move of her ass when I caught a glimpse of her walking away from me. I waited, thinking it was just a matter of time before her pussy started giving orders just like it had been with her sister. Bob relaxed his guard after Wendy and Julie both snubbed me one evening while Julie was visiting. He started talking to me again without shotgun eyes - scheming little bitches. My break came one night when Bob was out doing his photography thing. About four weeks after Wendy hit town Bob had to do a night photo gig. He asked me to keep an eye on his daughter. Both our doors were open to the landing, and I could hear her bitching at Bob. "I'm a grown woman, and I do *not* need a babysitter, especially that asshole." "Watch your mouth Wendy. He's not a babysitter, I just want someone around in case something happens." "Nothings going to happen. I don't like that son-of-a-bitch," Wendy screamed. Lying bitch. "Keep your voice down, he's my friend (right!). If anything happens where you need help, you *will* ask him for it. Leave the door open so he can hear. I've got to leave and you damn well better do what I say." The last comment came in a shout as Bob walked out of his apartment, glancing into mine where I was busy ignoring everything, reading on the couch. He said his goodbyes somewhat apologetically. I said adios, and waited. The little cunt might need some help, and I had just the helper, hanging. Two beers and about an hour later, the music level from Bob's apartment suddenly blasted out a rock song with the volume cranked up. I dashed over to the door with a third beer fresh in my hand, ready to chew the little bitch's ass out and make her turn down the sound. She was dancing in the middle of the Bob's living room, wearing a light silk robe that reached down to her knees. "Turn it down Wendy. You'll wake up the whole damn neighborhood." "It's too early for anyone to be asleep,' She said brightly, "Gimme a beer and I'll be good." Without hesitation, I held out the one in my hand, "It's fresh, I just popped the top." Wendy turned down the volume to a mild roar, walked over to where I was standing in the door, grabbed the beer and took a deep chug. "Jezzz, that tastes good. Daddy won't let me drink." Gone was all trace of animosity. The scheming bitch had set it up perfectly. Eyeing me over the bottle, I could see her sway in time to the music as she looked me over. The little slut was taking hungry gulps from the cold beer and even hungrier gulps with her eyes. Wendy was no stranger to a beer, or to a hard cock. I told her I was going to go get another beer, which I did. When I got back, she was on the couch with her feet up on the sofa table, just finishing the first beer I had given her. I handed her the extra one I had brought with me and sat on the couch sideways to watch her greedily drink it, her full lips molded to the bottle. Wendy was a lusher version of Julie. Her robe clung to her body as she lay back on the couch. The young woman had big breasts, a small waist, and a pelvic region that was made for fucking and making babies. Her auburn hair was tangled up from dancing but looked recently brushed to a fine sheen. Below the end of her robe I noticed she had on hose and no shoes. The little cunt had on full war paint, expertly applied with emphasis on her full lips. The bitch's cunt was barking, snapping, and talking to her. And Wendy was listening. I leaned back on the couch and stuck one leg up on the table, giving her a shot of my crotch and a peek up the short leg of my workout pants, the ones I had been wearing when I nailed her sister. I was in bare feet and had on a T-shirt. Wendy took the bait, glancing sideways at me while we silently drank beer. What was I going to say? 'Hey slut, I'm going to fuck your hot pussy until you scream.' Now that was a thought. But I held my tongue, sure in the knowledge that her new pussy was sweet talking better than I could. As we finished our beer, I went into Bob's john to get rid of it. When I exited the toilet, I was astonished to see Wendy laying on the bed, robe open, exposing her nylons, garter belt and more. 'Nylons and garter belt!!! Where the fuck did she get those?' Her arm was covering her eyes, a trick I knew all about. For certain she was watching my reaction. The nubile little bitch had put her panties on over the garter belt, and they were pulled up and away, exposing her hairy pussy to my avid gaze. Her panties were obviously positioned for easy removal. In three steps I was on her. Pushing my leg between her thighs and up, I gave her hot pussy something to work on as I covered her body with mine. Her arms pulled me tight as I stuck my tongue down her willing throat. Wendy's full hard tits pressed against my chest through the thin T-shirt. Grinding her crotch against my leg, the young girl wiggled and squirmed to let her body feel mine. As I reached down and started playing with her sopping wet brains, the damn phone rang. Wendy pushed me aside, was up with a bound, and answered it on the second ring. I followed her and while she talked with her father I kissed her on the back of her neck and rubbed my hardness up the crack of her ass. "Oh Hi, daddy... "No Daddy, I haven't seen him except once... "No, I think he's drinking beer in his apartment, yuck... "Oh daddy, I don't care if you drink the stuff, I just don't like it (right!!!!)... "Uh, sure Daddy, I'm fine, just watching TV... "Ok, Daddy, 15 minutes, I'll be waiting." All during the time she was talking to her father, she was grinding her ass back against my prick and moving her tits around as I pinched and squeezed her nipples. After hanging up the phone, she turned and put her arms around me. Cuddling up to me, she murmured, "He'll be here in fifteen minutes." "I heard." "He sleeps like a rock when he's been drinking." Scheming little bitch, she was hot for it. "And I want another beer." Wendy held her face up to be kissed. While we kissed, she continued to grind against me. 'That's not all you want,' I thought, as my hard cock pushed into her tender belly. "Tell him to use the bed tonight so you can watch TV," I said helpfully, "and I'll have a cold one waiting when he goes to sleep." I knew Bob liked to sleep on the sofa of his one bedroom apartment and let his girls have the bed. That meant he was between them and the door. "I already thought of that," said Wendy. 'I bet you did,' I thought to my self with a grin. "OK, gorgeous young lady, till then," I said with a lewd grin. After I gathered up the beer bottles, I went back to my apartment with certain knowledge. If Bob passed out on the bed, cock and cunt were going to get together that night. For certain. Bob came home and a long hour passed. I killed time reading and tried to ignore my hard cock. Just as I thought the bitch had chickened out, the door opened and Wendy stuck her head in grinning from ear to ear. "It's in the fridge," I whispered, motioning toward the kitchen. In a flash, Wendy was in my apartment, door carefully closed behind her and headed for the beer. Wendy came back swigging beer as she walked. She perched on one arm of the couch and looked me over as she continued to drink. While she had been in the kitchen, I had moved around and put one leg up onto the sofa. Then I had carefully arranged how my hard cock looked in my pants. Leaning against the back of the coach, my equipment was indecently presented. This was meant to give her pussy something to think about. We just sat there for few long minutes, Wendy drinking her beer, and both of us eating each other with our eyes. She was wearing the same clothing as before. Lewdly posed, the cunt had allowed her robe to gape open, displaying her nylons and garter belt. Part of her big breasts were revealed, and her naval winked at me from the platform of her flat tummy. The little bitch was sitting on the arm of the chair, crotch pressed down against the ridge, getting hotter by the minute as her leg swung back and forth. I just sat there smiling (smirking inside) giving her hot looks and showing her my thinly covered tumescent cock as she curled her full lips around the bottle, something she seemed to have practiced. Then, after putting the half empty bottle down on the floor, she jumped me. Landing hard against my body, her fat pussy found my knee to grind against while she tried to stick her tongue down my throat with zero finesse. Searching for every sensation she could find, the little cunt pushed her bra up and exposed her full breasts. Wendy held her breasts up to be sucked and gobbled, pushing first one then the other into my greedy mouth. All the while she was grinding her pussy against my hard knee. With a muffled 'squeal' from Wendy, I flipped her onto her back and dove for her pussy, ripping her panties from her legs as I did so. I decided to leave the garter belt and nylons untouched as they picture-framed her crotch nicely. She humped her pelvis to meet my hungry mouth, which found her saturated loins completely open and well past body hot. Focusing on Wendy's turgid clitoris with my sucking mouth, I decided to give her an oral climax - make her cum that way. If possible, I wanted to give her pussy something to remember me by, and an incentive to come back for more. After making sure her clit knew I was in the neighborhood, I swiped my tongue up the middle of her crotch, starting just above her asshole. In a sweep up and around but not touching the hard little bud, I then started back down working my tongue from side to side as I continued. As I ate her pussy, I used my middle finger to gently flick her anus in a tugging motion. Using my hands, I then levered her legs up and back (with no resistance from Wendy), opening and exposing all of her aromatic crotch to my ministrations. I used the full extent of my tongue to lick up each side of her gaping pussy, this time ending each sweep of my tongue with a flick on her swollen clitoris. This caused her to hunch up against my mouth to prolong the contact. Memories of Julie, and now Wendy's reaction, confirmed that women in her family were talkers, as she said gutturally, "ungh, shiiiiii, eat me, oh God that feels good." The young woman was obviously having a religious experience. So I started humming an old church song as I began focusing on her more than ready and delighted clitoris. It was time for the grand finale, a combination of moves performed at the same time. While humming, "ah mummm za de gummmm, haa sum, taa dum," I sealed my lips around her clitoris and started tugging with them, while at the same time rotating, flicking up and down, and back and forth with my tongue. One finger found her asshole, my thumb her vagina, giving both of her holes something to squeeze against. Continuing to rotate and flick my tongue against her slick, hard, clit, I sucked more forcefully with my lips and kept humming. When I gently squeezed her tumescent and quivering sexual core with my teeth then went back to sucking, flicking and humming, she climaxed. Sucking air into her lungs with an audible "ungggggghhhh," Wendy started bucking against my mouth. Just like her sister, Wendy had had only her hands and fingers as company for too many weeks. She quickly exploded against my face with hard, racking convulsions and groans coming from somewhere deep in her chest. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her loins as I rode her to completion with my mouth. As she started to get too sensitive, pushing me away from her crotch, I vaulted on top of her, found her open hole and began pushing my cock home up into her vagina - beyond, if I could. Her eyes flew open and she halfheartedly tried to get out from under me as I drilled into her wet, slick opening. This brought fresh gasps from her throat, and complaints from her mouth. "Neee, NO, not *in* me, dammit," as she feebly wiggled and squirmed to get out from under my pressing weight. I easily held her in position. Blocked on one side by the sofa back and on the other by my shifted weight, the bitch changed tactics, relaxing and trying to talk me out of it. No chance of that, I was well home, using her, fucking her tight little box and driving for my own release. "Oh please don't cum in me. Don't cum in me," she said plaintively. When that didn't work, she changed tactics as I continued to iron out the wrinkles in her tight, teenaged, pussy. Harshly she said, "Pull out, dammit. Nobody has ever cum in me except my boy friend," she lied. That didn't work either. Her words just caused my cock to get bigger and longer. I was blasting her apart with hard, deep, strokes. "Ohhhhh, your thing's too big," she kept lying, "Please get it out of me. I don't want to get pregnant." Wendy switched back to plaintive. "You brute, you're hurting me." My only reaction was to fuck harder and talk back. "Jessssus, your pussy is hot and wet," I whispered in her ear. "Take that cock. Fuck me back. Go for it." I truthfully thought she was playing a game. Her mouth and her pussy were singing a different tune, and I was listening to her the music from her cunt. For, all the while, her crotch, with a mind of its own, was pushing up at me, taking all I had to give, grinding in circles and sucking on my shaft. Her labia lips, thick and blood engorged, clung to me as I pounded in and out of her open, upthrust loins. "Don't worry about it," I hissed into her ear. That would give her something to chew on as I worked completely into the bottom of her cunt, full into her belly. With that misrepresentation to mollify her a bit, her cunt took over completely and the little bitch tried to suck my dick into her body, balls and all. Humping up, her pussy clamped down on me with unexpected strength as I pressed against the bottom of her vagina and started grinding to shoot my body hot baby making seed into her. Hard against her cervix, balls deep in her belly, I could feel the hard nubbin of her open and receptive womb rubbing around the head of my dick as I strove to give Wendy the contents of my balls. With a short in and out move announcing my peak, her pussy clamped down harder as her hands found my ass and pulled me tight, eyes in slits as she concentrated on making me cum. From the convulsions I felt emanating from her clasping vagina, the little slut was having a cum of her own, the second one in less than six minutes. My body hot seed shot like a cannon into the back of her pussy, deep against her womb opening. Her eyes flew open as she realized I was seeding her belly, possibly making her pregnant unless I was sterile, or she was lucky. In the throes of her own somewhat smaller than before orgasm, she was powerless to get away from my erupting shaft. Long strands of hot cum shot directly against the nubbin of her womb, insuring at least some of my sperm would find their way into her tubes in the hunt for her egg. Her age, cute body and the "don't knock me up" game I thought we were playing, all served to make me shoot more into her than I knew I had. She convulsed with every spurt of my body hot seed as I used her as a vessel for my sperm. My cock and balls were depleted - emptied into her open and receptive belly. I lay on top of her resting, my semi-hard cock corking her hole and keeping my hot fluids pushed up inside her still spasming tube and draining into her womb opening. Wendy was gasping and squirming as her own roller coaster ride came to an end. Finally, she pushed me away and we both stood up. She tried to slap me, her face distorted by hate as she said, "you bastard, you lied to me." ('Of course I did, you stupid cunt') "I thought you had on a rubber." I caught her arm, and pulled her to me, reaching around to gently pat her on the ass, pushing my finger into the crack. Then shifting around as she started to cry against my chest, I played with her pussy, feeling my seed flowing like a river from her still open cunt. She was a mess between the legs. Down from my orgasm, I started to think again. Aghast that I might indeed have knocked up the little bitch, I frantically tried to think of something to say or do to deflect the problem. "Sweet thing, you're *such* a good piece, I couldn't resist your charms," I said crudely, as she sobbed against my chest. "And a really good, hot, fuck." Then, holding her at arms length, I told her coldly, "But if you think you're pregnant, maybe you better get your hot ass back to Arizona, and get your boy friend to fuck your little snapper so you'll have somebody to blame." As her face contorted with new hate, I went on, "You asked for it, and I gave it to you. If it was more than you bargained for, that's your problem. You used me, and your pussy loved it." "Bastard," was all Wendy could say as her shoulders slumped and she left my apartment. I never saw her again, thank God. She was gone two days later. Six weeks went by and Bob told me Wendy was going to get married in a few days. He asked me to keep an eye on his apartment as he left for the airport. I promised him I would. Nine months to the day after I screwed the little slut, Bob told me he had another grandchild, a bouncing baby girl. I congratulated him without commenting on the dates, as he left for the airport to visit his new grandchild. A grandchild that was the product of the one time his daughter's cunt and my cock had managed to get to know each other. Meanwhile, Julie was still sneaking over for a screw as often as she could. When Bob went to Arizona to give pregnant Wendy away, Julie was on the same plane but came back early. Then while Bob was taking care of some family business back in Phoenix, Julie found reason to check on Bob's apartment nearly every evening, and get a dick injection from me at the same time. Over time, I got a more or less complete story from Julie. According to Julie, Wendy was the hot pants in the family. Her younger sister had had a Mexican abortion when she was just fifteen. Apparently this was easy to arrange since Phoenix is just a few hours away from the border. Wendy was getting married to the boy had that knocked her up the first time. Julie was sure her little sister was pregnant again. I just snickered to myself listening to her gossip about her family. Her mother seemed to have a new boyfriend every other month. Apparently hot pants ran in the family. Julie, at least according to Julie, was as pure as the driven snow up until her high school prom. Under the influence of alcohol, Bob's older daughter gave up her cherry to her sweetheart. He turned out to be a cad, leaving her stuck with Cindy, her daughter. Bob had left the family a few years before, ('Probably caught his wife screwing a neighbor,' I thought), and deprived his daughters of the emotional support of a father. Gosh, it made me want to cry. I suspected Julie confided in me rather than her fiancee. Telling me got it off her chest. She could gauge my reactions to her story before sharing her heavily edited history with Eric. I never did find out what Julie told him. And I really didn't give a damn. Her hot pussy and sucking mouth could drain gallons of cum from the wellspring of my dick, and that's all that mattered. I did get the idea that Julie didn't consider me to be ready for marriage, or the story might have been different. I shudder to think she might have got after my young ass. Later on I wasn't so sure that would have been all that bad. Anyway, about two months before Wendy got married, Julie went off the pill. This lead to a major fight because I don't like rubbers. Condoms are OK if you think your partner might have some kind of disease. Eric and Julie had already had their blood work, and were clean, as was I. So I get this story about Julie wanting to give Eric a kid right away. She seemed to think this was the best way to tie him and his money up for good. He had inherited a chain of body shops from his dad, and obviously knew a lot more about cars than women. Eric was actually a pretty nice guy, who had not a clue that his darling Julie was putting horns on his head as often as possible. Since I didn't like rubbers, except when necessary, I decided to teach her to suck me. The first stage of that would be to train her to take my cock in her mouth while I was eating her out. My oral talent was probably the real reason the little bitch got in my face as often as she could sneak over. Lordy that girl could cum when I was head down in her crotch. While I was in an inverted position and licking her clit, I poked my dick at her mouth. She dodged my cock and started trying to climax by humping up at my mouth harder. I didn't buy that act. Pulling away from her pussy, I looked down my torso at her face. Her eyes were closed. My middle finger found her hole, and I gently inserted just the tip in her, and worked my digit up and down the slit, keeping her hot but not letting her cum. "Kiss my cock Julie," I urged her. My reward for that request was a frown as she tried to work up enough feeling from just my finger to cum. I slowed my movement to a crawl. "Fair's fair darling, I need some encouragement. Kiss the end of my dick and lick it." Julie opened her eyes and glared at me. I was not discouraged or put off. "Hey babe, it doesn't bite, and you better not either," I said as I eased the end of my dick against her mouth, giving her a taste of my leaking precum. Julie turned her head away and just lay there for a few minutes while I patiently moved my finger up and down her wet pussy lips, drawing circles around but never touching her clitoris. Slowly she revolved her head and almost went cross-eyed trying to look at my stiff cock. "Come on baby, I really want to get back to nibbling your sweet pussy, you know how I like to eat you.... "Feel how hot your pussy is on my finger... "You're leaking all over the place... "I know you really need it, and I want to get back to eating your hot little box... "Just wrap those hot lips of yours around the end of my dick for a minute to encourage me." Moving my leg over to give her head something to lean on (we were sideways to each other), I continued in the same vein. Julie just stared at my cock, mesmerized. "It just needs a little kiss, sweetie.... "Lick the end. See how it's shedding tears. It's crying for you... "Do it Julie, it's naaasssssty." On that note, I let my tongue find the turgid and quivering bud of her sex, nipping at it lightly and rimming her asshole with my wet finger. That must have done the trick, because my delighted dick suddenly found itself encased in the hottest mouth of all time. My good buddy Bob had a daughter with the hottest oral interior known to man. Her mouth felt 10 degrees hotter than anything I had ever experienced before. I almost shot down her throat, Instead, I decided to be patient, one step at a time. Pulling my cock out of Julie's face was not easy, but I did it. I rewarded her for sucking me with a couple of quick deep thrusts into her pussy with my tongue, then back to the oral lip and suck routine between my mouth and her pussy. As usual, she bucked and snorted to a powerhouse cum, after which I put on a damn condom and rode off in her pussy. Improvements were definitely needed.