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Mary came. She came with a choked squeal of joy, her head flopping backward against Royce's shoulder. He kissed the side of her face as his big cock gouged ecstasy from her spasming cunt.

Deep inside her she felt his flared tip expand. She knew she was in danger, yet could not seem to fret about it. The tip bulged dangerously close to the mouth of her womb. Her hips rocked and dipped and danced. Her fingers trembling, she held each of Royce's hot balls, pulling them upward as she strained against him. Her toes fanned apart from the ravenous throes which swamped her senses.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!"

"Yeaaahhhh!"

"Hold on! God damn it, hold on!"

She was holding on. She was squeezing his balls so hard, she trembled from the effort. And way up inside her, the head of Royce's cock jammed against the mouth of her womb. Royce jerked his hips back and stabbed upward again, letting the tight suction of Mary's pussy smear her juices across the super-sensitive lobes.

"Ahhhhh!" he gasped, squeezing her so hard she couldn't breathe.

Mary shuddered, flopping as another sharp throe of pleasure knifed through her. Then it was as if she were sitting on a volano. She felt the spurting slickness inside her. She felt the pressure of the white sap as it boiled up into her belly. She writhed faster, letting her climax overtake her. She whimpered as Royce's big hands rubbed her tits. Her nipples were turgid little fingers of throbbing flesh. His hot palms created a friction which made her cunt-muscles tighten around the thickness of his cock-shaft.

"Ghhhhaaaahh," she cried, bucking forward, then backward. Her legs kicked out, then she curled a foot behind Royce's thigh and let thrilling waves pulse through her. Deep inside her body, the steamy cum was still spurting, still filling her.

"You sweet girl," Royce gasped.

"Damn you!" she cried, knowing it was too late.

But she didn't really care, either. The pleasure she felt wiped all worry away. She could only keep squirming on that rigid spear of Royce's cock. The way her insides tightened around his cock sent shivers through her. And Royce was kissing her neck and cheek and mouth as he supported her on his prick.

"Royce… you came inside me!"

"Yeah…"

"But now I'm gonna be pregnant!" Still, she was only mouthing the words. Her cunt was still burning with the exquisite thrills that the friction of their fucking had started. As she bucked forward and back, she thought she might come again. And by now, the creamy mass of Royce's cum was sliding down the inside of her thigh. Royce smeared his hand in it and smeared the hot, slick stuff across her tan belly.

That was all it took to make Mary come again. "Ohhh, ohhhhhbh, I'm gonna die it's so wonderful!"

Somehow she didn't care if a hundred babies were already growing inside her. She could only fight for air as she ground the pleasure from her young pussy.





CHAPTER SIX




In the bathroom with the douche tip inserted deep into her cunt-hole, Mary realized that she was losing her grip on reality. When Nate had fucked her the first time, she'd resisted enjoyment of the act. But by the end, she'd nearly begged for it. Then Royce had stabbed her with his big prick and again her lust had finally overcome her fear. In fact, even the stiffness of the plastic nozzle made her tingle. She stood in the tub, legs spread wide as the cummy juice drained from her body. She pushed the plastic thing deeper, wanting to get it all. Every last one of those squirmy little sperm. From what she'd heard, there were millions. And it only took one to do the job.

"It's a wonder that there are any women at all walking around with flat bellies."

Teresa came into the bathroom then. She seemed surprised to find Mary there, and the flush of her cheeks made Mary remember exactly what her best friend had been up to. Teresa covered it by asking Mary a question.

"What happened to you?"

"Royce fucked me. And he shot me all full of cum." This admission, made Mary feel sorry for herself. She chewed her bottom lip as she eased the plastic nozzle from her hole. She was sore where the big man had stretched her.

"Don't worry, Mary, you don't get knocked up everytime you fuck."

"You d-d-don't?"

"Of course not. It takes the right time."

"I did hear something like that. But I can't remember when my period was." She pressed a towel gently against her swollen cunt-lips, patting the wetness as she stepped from the tub. Now she could smell the musky aroma that wafted up from Teresa's cunt.

"You fucked Nate, didn't you?"

"So what?" Teresa turned to primp in the mirror. "I think he likes me."

"Teresa, have you lost your mind completely? What about getting out of here? When is Nate going to let us go? I don't think I can stand to stay here another night."