"Mmmm?" she said, recognizing her 15-year-old son Steve. The clock
showed 7am.
"Mom, it's Becky."
"Yeah, what about her?"
"She's got the smell."
That made May sit up straight. "What? She's 13! She hasn't even had a
period yet!"
"Well, she's got it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,
mom, very sure," he said with exasperation. Females could never smell
it, but to the guys it was unmistakable. "It woke me up, so I went in
to check on her. It's coming from her, though it's not too strong just
yet. She's still asleep."
May had a thought. "You're not just saying this so you can fuck your
sister, are you?"
"No! I love her, you know that!"
Yeah,
Steve had been protective of his little sister, especially since her ex
had moved to the other coast four years earlier. He was the only male
in Becky's life, and May thought that might be partly why he was more
mature with her -- a little fatherly, in fact.
She glanced down at the bulge in his pajamas.
"Of course I'm stiff," he said. "The smell does it every time."
May
knew that was true, and was impressed her son could react so
matter-of-factly to his mother's appraisal of his cock. Steve was more
confident of his body than a boy his age would be in normal times --
many girls in his school had gone into heat, and he had serviced them
along with the other boys.
"What are we going to do? It's 7 on a Sunday morning." May lay back
down on her side, holding herself up on an elbow.
"Beats me," Steve said.
"Maybe we can go to the mall when it opens at ten."
"The mall's a yucky place. They're all strangers."
"True, I guess. But what other choices are there?"
Just
then they heard footsteps. Becky came charging in, totally naked. Her
breasts were small but most definitely breasts, her hips wide but not
too wide, her pubic hair fuzzy but not fully grown.
"I'm so warm down here!" she said.
"Yeah," said Steve, "You're in heat."
"Really? I thought I was too young!"
"Well, you smell like it, and you act like it, coming in here naked."
Meanwhile
Becky's eyes were riveted on the lump in her brother's pajamas -- less
a lump than a prominent rod -- one that stuck out a long, long way, it
seemed to May.
Becky's breath sped up. A drop fell from her pussy to the floor.
"Steve," she said, prancing in front of him.
"I'm your brother," he said, gritting his teeth.
"But..." said the little sister, reaching for his cock.
Steve
turned away, but Becky wrapped her arms around him and promptly started
grinding her pussy into his hip through his pajamas.
"Becky!" he said, glancing at his mother. May saw tears in his eyes.
"Steve, it's OK," she said, reluctantly. "It happens in families all
the time."
"I know, but... you want it?" said Steve, looking at his sister.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she said, jumping up and down, pointing to her pussy.
In
an instant Steve was transformed as he gave in to his powerful urges.
He whipped his pajama bottoms off and he put his hands on Becky's
shoulders. May was alarmed at the size of her son's organ -- which she
had not seen since he was a small boy -- compared to her little
daughter. But she had no time to voice her caution.
Becky
launched herself back on the only bed in the vicinity -- her mother's,
and her butt banged against May's head. May was about to extricate
herself and say something when she felt a much larger pressure. About
ten times she felt her head compressed strongly before she heard both
of her children yell, in stereo. Becky's voice was a real screech,
Steve's low and guttural. Those sounds of male satisfaction sent a
little thrill through May's body.
"Oh, shit!" said Steve, alarmed. "You're sitting on mom's head!"
"Oh, oh -- sorry mom!" said Becky, bouncing up.
May put her hand to her head but there was no damage. "I guess you get
a one-track mind when you're in heat."
"Afraid so," said Steve.
A fair quantity of blood was soaking into the sheet right in front of
May's nose.
"Are you hurt, baby?"
"No, why?"
"The blood," she said.
Becky
turned to look. "Oh," she said, then saw more blood dripping from her
pussy. She shrugged. "I was a virgin, so that happens, right?"
"Yeah. Doesn't it hurt? Your brother's so big."
"No,"
she said matter-of-factly. Being in heat suppressed all experience of
pain. But her attention had shifted to her brother's cock, which was
hard again.
"Again?" she asked.
"OK," he said.
"This
time take the center of the bed," said May, getting up and leaving the
room, though she couldn't help peeking back through the door.
Becky
spread her legs and Steve lunged into her again. May couldn't believe
it, but as she watched she saw his entire organ disappear up inside her
little girl.
Didn't her kids want privacy? Apparently not, so
she went back in and got her clothes for the day. Her oblivious
children humped away, and May went out to prepare breakfast.
Fifteen minutes later, Becky came out, still naked. "Steve won't do it
to me any more!"
"How many times has he done it already?"
"Four."
"Well, that's a lot."
"But I need more! Why is he being mean?"
"He's not being mean, sweetie, that's how boys are built. It's amazing
he could do it four times."
"It's not fair," she said, squirming around.
"Here, have something to eat," May said.
"I'm not hungry. Can I go to school now?"
"It's Sunday."
"Oh."
"Why do you want to go to school?"
"To see the kids."
"The boys, by any chance?"
Becky smiled, a gleam in her eye.
"We're going to the mall when it opens at ten."
"Yeah, there are boys there," she mused.
"Yes, and men."
"Oh, goody!" said Becky.
Steve appeared in the kitchen, dressed in jeans and T-shirt.
"Can we go to the mall yet?" asked Becky.
"It's only 7:35. It doesn't open for over two hours."
"Two hours!" said Becky, wiggling her pelvis.
"Mom," Steve interrupted. "I don't think we can wait until 10."
"Why?"
"I've seen girls in heat at school. When they act like Becky here, they
can't wait like that."
"What do you propose?"
"I think we should get in the car and drive until we find some guys."
They lived down a dirt road, with only one house nearby.
"Would Mr. Nakamura do me?" Becky asked, referring to the man of the
couple who lived next door.
"Mr. Nakamura!" May said. "He must be 85 years old!"
"So?" said Becky. "Let me ask, OK?" She headed to the door.
"No, Becky! Older guys die of heart attacks when a girl in heat comes
too near!"
"Oh," Becky said. "But I need... Can you do it again, Steve?"
"Not yet, Becklet," he said. "Mom, we need to get in the car right now
and drive."
"OK," she said, "Maybe I should pack some snacks."
"No, mom," said Steve, raising his voice a little. "Right now!"
May was surprised at her son's assertiveness, then figured he really
might know something she didn't.
Steve got in the front seat, Becky in the back, as usual.
As they headed down the dirt road, Becky whined, "I need it. I need it!"
"We'll get you someone as soon as we can, OK?" said Steve.
Becky started crying as May sped along. "I need it now!" Becky shrieked.
"Maybe I can help," Steve sighed. "Pull over, mom."
When
May did, Steve got out and went to the back seat, where Becky was
already on her back, legs spread wide, drippy pussy pressed upward. He
lowered himself on her, and his organ slid in.
After a minute, May asked, "Should we wait until you're finished?"
"I'm not sure I can finish," panted Steve, sliding out and sitting up,
panting.
"Why did you pull out?" Becky whined.
"I don't know how soon I can come, Becklet," he said. "I came a lot
already. Five times this morning!"
"No, it was just four!" said Becky.
"No, five!"
"Four!"
"Look, I'm the one who knows, it's me coming, OK?"
Becky was trying to wriggle her pelvis toward her brother's, without
success in the confines of the back seat.
Steve said wearily, "OK, let's close the doors, I'll lie on my back,
and you can wear yourself out."
Steve
shut the doors and lay back, and to May's amazement, her daughter
impaled herself on him and rocked up and down vigorously.
"Go!" said Steve.
May prepared to pull out, then glanced back and said, "What about your
seat belts?"
Her daughter, her sweet little girl, looked at her with a frown and
said, "Fuck the seat belts, mom."
"But, sweetie..."
Steve's
voice came from the seat below. "To hell with the seat belts, mom. Find
some men for Becky! I can't keep this up forever."
May took off, mildly panicked. After a few minutes she passed the
Catholic Church, parking lot full for early morning Mass.
"There!" said Becky. "There's lots of cars there!"
"I can't bring you into the Catholic Church for sex!" May said, as they
whizzed past.
"Why not?"
"It's a solemn religious service! No one's going to be interested in
sex, and it would be very disrespectful to ask."
Steve roared from his position below, "Mom, go to the fucking Catholic
Church, OK!!"
Flustered, May turned the car around.
Addressing her brother, Becky said, "Can you come in me?" as she
pounded herself up and down, out of breath.
"I'll try, Becklet, I'll try. A little faster, OK?"
Becky tried bouncing a little faster, but she was already gulping air.
May
couldn't believe what she said next to her own daughter, "Becky, talk
dirty to him." She might have expected some giggle or astonishment of
some kind, but there was none.
"Stevie, fuck your peepee up my cunny, OK? Piddle the stuff into me?"
She took a long gasp between every other word.
"Thanks,
mom," Steve said with a chuckle, but then addressed his sister. "Ah,
c'mon, sis, you're a big girl, use some big girl words."
"OK, Steve, fuck my cunt tight, dump your balls up in me, OK? Do it,
Steve, please? Blast your splooge in me, I want it so bad!"
"Mmmmm,"
he moaned at last. May saw Becky rise until her head grazed the
overhead light as Steve's upward pelvic surge lifted her.
"Aaaaaahhh," panted Becky, collapsing on top of him. "I love you so
much, Stevie," she panted, covering him with kisses.
May screeched the car to a stop in the parking lot. She got out, and
opened the back.
"Are there men in there?" the sweating Becky panted, scrambling off her
brother.
"Ouch, my hair!" Steve said.
"Oh,
sorry!" Becky said absentmindedly. But once she stood up on the gravel
and took a few steps, she fell over and rose to sitting very slowly.
Steve slowly extricated himself from the backseat, and shook off his
sandals and pulled down his jeans.
"Can you carry her?" Steve asked.
"Naked, like that?"
"Oh, mom, you just don't get it, do you?" Steve said wearily.
Staggering
a bit himself, he lifted his little sister and hobbled towards the
church building, underpants on but dick hanging out.
"Shit!" he said as the gravel cut his bare feet.
May said, "OK, let me sweetie."
Steve eased his very hot and very tired little bundle into his mother's
arms, who stood there waiting for Steve.
"Just
go, mom!" he said, and May got the message and walked towards the
church, straining under the weight as her son's sperm oozed out of her
daughter's pussy and down the front of her dress.
Once inside
the door, she set the girl down and Becky stood shakily. The Mass was
proceeding right on the other side of the inner doors, which weren't
even closed. What should she do? Walk in and say, "Excuse me, I hate so
terribly to bother you, but would any of you mind fucking my daughter?
Perhaps you, Father?"
But she didn't need to say anything. She
heard a rustling in the seats and a few murmurs, and then the priest
stopped his incantations. Becky's odor suffused the church and told the
story without May having to say a word.
"It's too bad we don't get any converts this way," the priest joked.
"Was it just last month that this happened?"
"No, two months ago," said a voice from the pews.
"Very
well, let's see. Like last month? Back pews first, right to left!" The
guys needed to be organized so they didn't all mill around the girl at
once.
"We did it left to right last month!"
"But there was that backup, remember?"
"Oh, you're right, right to left then."
The priest resumed his service.
Becky slid to the floor again, writhing and crying softly on the carpet.
"Oh, sweetie," said a kindly woman who appeared, "How should we do
this?"
"Get Tara from the nursery, and mind the kids for her," said another
woman, and the first hurried into the basement.
"Lean
her over the literature table there," said a man, pulling down his
trousers, his hard cock suddenly prominent sticking out.
Just
then a girl who looked to be 18 raced up the stairs from the basement.
She immediately dropped to her knees by Becky's head and brushed the
wet and matted hair from the weeping girl's face.
"Oh, honey!" she said. "What's your name?"
"Becky," the 13-year-old whispered.
"I'm Tara. I've been through this a couple times. It's going to be OK,
honey, we'll have some sperm for you right away."
Then Tara asked May, "How long has she been in heat? Who's done her so
far?"
"Since about seven, and just her brother -- but something like six
times."
Tara winced. "Just one guy?"
Tara
saw the first man, who looked to be about 60, preparing to mount her.
"Sorry, Mr. Kennedy, but let's get somebody -- Mr. Lombardo, can you
come here first." He was a younger man, perhaps 40 and balding. He
stepped forward, unleashing his cock as he slid up behind the girl bent
over the literature table, little butt up in the air.
May didn't like to see her daughter like that. "Can't they at least do
her from the front instead of like that?" she asked.
Tara
looked up at her, fixed her with an exasperated gaze, and raised her
hand. "Stay out of it now, OK?" she said with some feeling.
Steve had wandered in, having gotten himself properly put together, and
he led his mom to a bench and they sat together.
Mr. Lombardo had no trouble finding Becky's pussy with his cock, and
soon slid up to the hilt.
"Come deep, soon as you can," said Tara to Mr. Lombardo. And within a
few seconds he groaned and pulsed.
"Mmmmm," Becky whimpered.
"That's a little better, hmmm?" Tara said to the young girl, but she
didn't answer.
The
guys behind had gotten the idea that younger men who could come quickly
were preferred, so Mr. French was next. With a mere ten thrusts he came
in the girl.
"How strong is the smell, guys?" Tara asked.
"Pretty darned strong," Mr. Lombardo said, and the other men nodded.
Women found some rags to put under Becky's rear to catch the drips.
Others with cool cloths cleaned her off.
After five men had humped her, Becky revived a little. "More!" she
said, "Can you do me more!"
"Yep, Becky, we're getting you more." Tara sighed with relief and spoke
to May and Steve. "That's more like it. I was worried."
After
the next man tucked his sperm up her little twat, Becky rose and said,
"This is getting kind of uncomfortable." Red angles on her skin showed
where different stacks of pamphlets had been digging into her.
"Why don't you come down to the nursery where we have a couch?" Tara
asked.
"OK," said Becky. "You guys are coming down too, right?" she asked.
There was a little laughter. "Yeah, we're coming down too."
On
her way down she spied her brother. "This is my brother Steve," she
said to everyone. "I love Steve!" To her brother she asked, "Do you
want to do it again?"
Steve said, "Oh, Becklet, let's give the other guys a chance!"
"Don't you love your sister?" one of the men quipped.
"Yeah, but I already did her five times before we got here!"
The guy whistled.
Settled more comfortably on the couch in the basement, Becky asked the
first guy, "Ooo, will you fuck me too?"
When the guy nodded, she said, "Oh, goody!"
"How are you feeling, Becky?" asked Tara during a lull.
"Oh, fine!"
"You don't seem so driven."
"No, but I like it."
"That's good," she smiled. "Aren't those dicks the best thing in the
world?" remembering how she had felt in heat.
Becky smiled, "God, yes!"
The worshipers at the early morning Mass were replaced by the late
morning, then the early afternoon.
"So," said the priest on a visit to the basement. "How is the Virgin
Mary this afternoon?"
"I'm fine," said Becky.
"It's
always nice when a girl like you graces us with her company. I can't
tell you how many people -- men especially -- feel especially devout
and come back for another Mass on the same day!"
"Do you want to fuck me?" Becky asked.
"No, no, part of my job is not to do that sort of thing," the priest
said.
Tara
gave him a little smirk, then said, "Why don't you take her confession,
Father? I'll just wait outside the door and make sure no one disturbs
the sanctity of the confessional."
When she had gone, Becky asked, "What's a confessional?"
"Well,"
the priest said in a low voice, "What Tara meant is that if you still
really do want me to -- well, the flesh is weak, you know. Just don't
tell, OK?"
"Sure!" said little Becky, spreading her legs wide.
The priest lifted up his robe and poked the little adolescent with his
Fatherly cock.
"In
the name of the Father," the priest muttered, thrusting inward, "the
Son," he said with another thrust, "and the Holy Spirit!" he said a
little louder as he thrust his priestly penis in once more and let the
sperm spew forth, "Mmmmm, Amen."
The afternoon wore on. "I can barely smell her," remarked a man as he
got to the bottom of the stairs.
Tara turned to Becky. "You want him to do it to you?"
"Sure!" said Becky.
"You don't have to do it any more than you want," she said.
"I know," said Becky.
Tara
shrugged as the man mounted the sweet adolescent and pumped into her
hard. Becky looked up at him with bright eyes as he humped on for some
time before letting out a loud groan.
A couple of the younger
men came down, "I hear she's in heat," said one of the men to Tara.
"Special kind, without any smell, I guess."
Tara looked askance at Becky. "You still want to do it?"
"Yep!"
said Becky, settling back for another fine fuck. "Keep going a little
longer, mister," she said, "I'll come again --, ooo, that's so nice,
there -- there -- Aaaaahhh!"
That man slid off.
"I don't want to do it any more, I don't think," said Becky, in the
wake of her orgasm.
"OK!" said Tara, and May drove her and Steve home.
Becky
seemed remarkably matter-of-fact about her day-long ordeal of taking
lots of Catholic sperm. She knew it would happen, she said, and it had
really felt awfully good. Seeing all those men so excited to get into
her little body was cool too. She said she was very tired, and
announced she was off to bed at 8:30, but asked Steve if he would tuck
her in.
He loved his sister as never before. Sex binds people,
and the eagerness with which she had welcomed him, over and over,
enhanced the effect. He had been worried about her, and felt like he
had done a good job of getting their dense mother to take the situation
seriously. And once she got over her morning sperm deficit, she had
handled it all gracefully. She didn't even act disgusted with herself,
as so many girls did after a first heat. He would be very glad to tuck
her in.
"If you'd like to do it once more, I'd like that. Only if you want,"
she said.
"More?" Steve asked, incredulous.
"Yes!"
Becky said, a little defensively. "I can want it, can't I, even if I've
just done it a few times?" They grinned at the understatement.
"I don't want sex," she continued, whispering, "I want sex
with you."
Steve's heart melted as he slid into his sister gently, then started
rowing back and forth slowly.
"That's so nice, Steve," she said.
Steve smiled. "Do you mind if I just do this for a long time?"
"No ... no, that's really nice. I've had you and everyone else going
really fast all day. But this is so nice!"
Steve lowered himself onto his sister and started a nice slow fuck,
while she stroked his back and his hair.
Becky's exhaustion started catching up with her, and she began drifting
off.
"Hey, Becklet, maybe you'd rather go to sleep?" Steve asked, preparing
to pull out.
"No! No! Can you just keep doing me, even if I doze a little?"
"Well,
OK," said Steve. He looked lovingly at his sister as she dozed off and
on, face flushed with pleasure whether asleep or awake. After 45
minutes of exquisite if quiet connection and joy, he said, "Could you
say that word again, Becky? But softly?"
Becky gave him a big
smile, and then whispered in his ear, "Cunt, cunt, cunt, fuck my cunt,
cunt, cunt," over and over, caressing his head and back with hands, his
butt and thighs with her feet. He tensed up and then shuddered as he
lovingly deposited one final little nightcap of sperm.
May saw
that Steve's room was empty as she passed, and then was surprised to
see brother and sister asleep in Becky's room -- dead to the world,
naked and intertwined. It seemed natural to her after the events of the
day. Filtering out the surreal nature of the whole experience, she felt
proud of both her children, and was glad they got along so well.
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Years passed, and society gradually adjusted to the new reality.
Kelly
was in her American History class, which on this Thursday met directly
after lunch. Bob sat next to her, and as the class progressed she noted
him stealing glances at her. Towards the end of class Dustin, who sat
directly in front of her, turned and looked too. That was unusual. At
the end of class, Bob said, "Hey Kelly, I think you're getting it."
"Yeah,
right. You just want to get into my pants!" Bob had shown interest in
her, but she had deftly let it be known that the feeling wasn't mutual.
Kelly didn't feel that telltale warmth between her legs that all the
girls talked about. Besides, she didn't do heats. She had reached the
age of 16 without one, and she didn't know a single other girl who had
done that. She was a heat-free freak.
But Dustin turned and sank
to his knees, pressing his face against her crotch as she backed away.
"No doubt about it," he said, adjusting his pants to accommodate his
cock. "Oh, Mmm-mmm, baby! Can I be your first?"
"I am not in heat!"
David wandered over too. "Do you need any help, Kelly?" he asked
earnestly.
This
was getting ridiculous. She could imagine a conspiracy between Dustin
and Bob to get to fuck her, but David wouldn't do that.
"I don't feel like sex, thank you."
"I do," said Dustin, pressing close against her.
Kelly shied away. "'Leave me alone!"
"Well,
I'll be ready whenever you are," he said, pulling his pants down so his
cock showed in all its glory -- and it was quite large, Kelly noted.
She
had seen erect cocks countless times, of course. Girls went into heat,
and they behaved like total animals, as did most of the boys in the
school. So she couldn't really blame them for hitting on her big time
if she had that smell. But something was wrong. She didn't feel warm
between her legs nor the slightest bit interested in sex.
She
also couldn't think how any of the girls could have played that Hot
Girl trick on her. It started when a girl approached a girl in heat who
was between cocks and took a big handful of the goop dripping out of
her pussy. In its most blatant form, the girl then grabbed the victim
and forced her way under her dress and smeared it there. Wherever the
girl went for the next hour or so, guys would sniff and leer and pull
their cocks out. In the more subtle version, the prankster got the
smell on her without noticing, like pretending to bump into her. More
than a few rapes started that way. Sometimes horny girls did it to
themselves, since they got a chance to take in some enthusiastic hard
dicks. Kelly looked at the back of her jeans and shirt.
"No, it's no Hot Girl trick, I assure you," said Dustin.
"Excuse
me," she said, and headed off to math class. Boys' heads turned as she
walked, and Dustin, Bob and Dave followed her. "Aren't you going to be
late to class?" she asked.
"I think I'll wait around outside. I want to be among the first," said
Dustin.
As Kelly walked into the class, there was a chorus of whistles and
sighs. "Wow, she smells ripe!" one guy called out.
"Yeah, how come you're not naked," another said, adjusting his pants
too.
"Listen, guys, maybe I'm a freak, but I am not interested in sex, OK?"
"Ummm," said Mr. Chen. "It's going to be hard to hold a class with you
in here. Could you go to one of the lounges?"
"I am not in heat, and I want to stay in my class," Kelly said simply.
Mr. Chen sighed, and then undid his fly and whipped his cock out.
"Well, guys, at least you can do this much. We can try to have class, I
guess."
So
all the boys in the class except for Tim, who was different somehow,
stuck their dicks out. They wanted to have sex with her in the worst
way, and at least having their dicks out in the breeze instead of
rubbing against cloth made it more manageable.
What would she do if all the guys could just barely stop themselves
from raping her and she had no interest in sex? Go home?
Along
with feeling like a freak because she never went into heat, Kelly was
also aware that she would never be able to have children. Maybe she
should just go ahead and spread her legs for the onslaught of dicks,
hoping they could get her pregnant anyway?
Mr. Chen took a deep
breath, looking more than a little funny with his dick sticking out as
he put the first problem on the board.
It happened very fast.
Kelly shivered a little, then felt the heat building. It built rapidly
between her legs, and she could feel the fluids flowing freely. The
cocks around her suddenly all looked incredibly appealing. She was
really going into heat!
But she remembered her promise. She had
promised her boyfriend, Alex, that he could be the first whenever she
went into heat. Where would he be just then? It was hard to think with
all those hot boys around her. She wanted one of them inside her -- any
of them! Right then! But she had made a promise.
Alex would be in French. She lurched up from her seat and headed to the
door, a little dizzy.
"There she goes," said Mr. Chen with a sigh of relief. "Come on, show
us your pussy!" called one of the boys, echoed by others.
"Alex, I'm going to find Alex!" she said.
"Awww, looking for lover boy..." said one of the hard-cocked guys
sarcastically.
She
had more to do with her promise than Alex. They made love regularly and
both had a great time, but she had also seen him with a couple of girls
in heat. Once they had been walking down the hallways hand in hand when
he smelled a girl. He looked kind of apologetic, but he ran over to her
and launched in. Even though every girl knew her boyfriend would fuck
girls in heat, it was still hard for her to see it happen right in
front of her eyes. He had been holding her hand one minute, looking at
her with affection, and the next he was whipping down his pants to
shove his hard cock up another girl's cunt. And when he launched
himself into her, there was a hunger, a frenzy in his eyes. He had
thrust all of five times before coming, his face scrunched up in
intense ecstasy she had never seen when he was coming inside her.
Despite
her hunger for the boys around her, she staggered down the hall and
burst into the French class. She immediately started stripping off
jeans, panties, shirt and bra. All she really needed to expose was her
pussy, but a girl in heat was a sexual animal. She had not a shred more
modesty or dignity with her top covered than with breasts out on full
display. Either way her bottom parts were wide open, dripping wet with
cum, and she was begging guys to fuck her and wailing with animal lust
when they did.
Mrs. Lamoureux sighed, "Excuse me, we are trying to run a class here!
Out in the hall, please!"
Kelly ignored her. "Alex!" she said.
Alex
leapt to his feet and raced to her, grinning. "You finally did it! I
knew you would some day!" he whispered. Alex had tried reassuring her
when she complained of being a freak -- saying it would happen some
day. Now he pulled down his pants and shorts, his huge hard-on bouncing
into view. He simply pressed her against the wall.
"Oh God, take
me now!" Kelly moaned, and Alex shoved his cock deep inside her. He
took all of ten thrusts before lunging deep and roaring, which had the
class laughing. Kelly finally got to see that look of total fulfillment
when it was her he was fucking, when she herself was in heat. Maybe the
fact she was also his girlfriend made it especially good for him,
because she had never heard him roar before.
He clung to her, "Oh, Kelly!" he said, kissing her.
"Hey, move over, Alex, it's my turn," said Phil.
"Just a minute," Alex said.
Kelly
was glad to have kept her promise, and she did like Alex a lot, but her
heat had started possessing her. "That's enough," she said.
"Why the hurry?" murmured Alex.
"Now!" said Kelly, focused on Phil's cock and nudging Alex aside.
Alex
backed off, looking a touch hurt. There was Kelly, pushing him away as
she hungered for another guy's cock. If he stuck around he would get to
see his girlfriend beg for dozens of different guys to fuck her. He had
seen this happen to other guys, of course, but it was different when it
was his girlfriend.
"Listen, guys, outside!" said Mrs.
Lamoureux. "I'm trying to run a class here!" Phil was pounding his cock
up between Kelly's legs, and two more boys were already out of their
seats and had their pants down.
"Laura," said Mrs. Lamoureux, "Could you quick run bring a bed so we
can move this rutting out into the hall, at least?"
Laura took off. Three more guys had fucked Kelly and unloaded their
balls up inside her before Laura came back with the bed.
Mrs.
Lamoureux approached the situation carefully. A teacher could get
roughed up if she tried to come between a girl in heat and her studs.
"OK,
Kelly, that's all great, but there's a bed out in the hall, won't that
be more comfortable?" Having her bare bottom pounded against the
painted cinder block wall would surely hurt a little, though in her
heat Kelly wouldn't even notice at the time. Mrs. Lamoureux was old
enough that she had never been through a heat, and didn't think she
would ever really understand it. The younger women teachers had, and
they were more supportive, sometimes just dismissing class.
"It's OK, Darryl, you can still do her, just come out in the hallway,
just another second, OK?"
Both
Kelly and Darryl -- bitch and dog, mare and stallion, ewe and ram, cow
and bull -- seemed OK with it, and Mrs. Lamoureux led Kelly out and
onto the bed, where she lay back, legs spread wide, and smiling wider.
Now she was in proper fucking position and could take all of those
cocks more comfortably. Mrs. Lamoureux paused a moment as Darryl lost
no time launching himself onto his mate and burying his twitching cock
deep up her cunt. His concentration, his straining muscles, and his
sheer strength were impressive, all to one end. It took only seconds to
achieve that end. When he froze up inside Kelly, Mrs. Lamoureux could
almost feel those pulses shooting through his organ deep into Kelly.
And the moment the last spurt had left his cock, he withdrew and
collapsed.
Mrs. Lamoureux rolled the bed ten yards down the
hallway. "OK, as soon as you've fertilized little Kelly, back to class,
OK?" she said to the boys.
It was hard for the guys to
concentrate right after their ejaculations, but after sitting in their
seats for a couple minutes they did better.
Alex and Phil and a
couple of the others who had fucked Kelly already joined the girls in
the classroom, and Mrs. Lamoureux resumed her lesson where she had left
off. The other boys were all out in the hall, wild with lust, but they
would come back one by one after helping to meet Kelly's need.
Kelly was on her hands and knees, butt up in the air, soupy pussy
dripping onto the towel below.
As her friend Zach passed, she moaned, "I need someone! Please, I need
it. Please, Zach?"
"Oh, hi Kelly, I'd like to, but there are two other girls in heat
today, and I'm kind of fucked out already."
"But I need it!" Kelly said urgently.
As
he approached he took a deep sniff. "Whooo! You do have quite the
smell, Kelly." He thought a moment, wanting to help out his friend.
"Listen, what if you come with me down to the guys' locker room. Maybe
you can get some more guys there, because neither of the other girls is
near there."
"I need to get fucked!" Kelly whimpered.
"Come on, girl," Zach said. Girls in heat often just didn't think so
clearly.
"But I need it!" Kelly said.
"I'm
going to get you more cocks, OK? That's where we're going Kelly -- to
get more cocks, OK! There aren't any right around here -- looks like
you've drained every pair of nuts on this floor -- but I know where to
get you more, OK? If we run, we'll get there faster, OK?"
Kelly started running with him. "The faster we go, the faster you can
get your next fuck, OK?" Kelly seemed to get it.
Zach
had already fucked the other two girls -- he had done Donna twice,
actually, but Kelly's smell was kind of like pure cocaine, and he felt
his cock rising.
They flew through the hallway, naked girl
running as fast as the boy, though he had to guide her in the right
direction. She had cum running down her right thigh and left a path of
drips behind her. As they passed they found a boy or two who grinned
and said, "Hey, I'll do her!"
"Follow us, then!" said Zach and kept running.
They burst through the locker room door.
"Hey,
it's Kelly, old baby!" said Evan. "Guys, Kelly's here and she needs it!
Boy are you smelly, girl, it's a struggle not to shoot before I can get
into you."
Kelly lay back on a bench, pussy open to any and all.
"Get into me, now!" Kelly ordered Evan, nearly foaming at the mouth.
Evan shoved ten times before moaning.
Zach's
cock had risen again, and he thought he'd like a shot at Kelly. So
before any of the other guys showed up, he mounted her.
"Oh,
baby!" he moaned, delighted to bury himself deep inside this very hot
girl. Her smell was really very erotic. He pumped away. Even with her
smell, he didn't come right away -- he had ejaculated three times
already that day.
Kelly saw over his shoulder two totally naked guys, both straight from
the shower, with twitching cocks. "Hurry up!" she said.
"I'll be just be a minute!" Zach said, panting. He was getting close.
"No, I need sperm now!"
Kelly said, pushing Zach off.
One of the other guys slid in and like a good stud belched forth his
jism within a few seconds.
Zach
was a little hurt. Usually a girl with a pussy as stuffed with sperm as
Kelly's was could stand a little break, could stand to have a guy
linger for a few minutes. And he had helped her find this new trove of
sperm. But then she was a girl in heat. He wondered whether there was a
correlation between the intensity of that smell and addled thinking.
Some of the most demure, sophisticated girls lost it totally when they
went into heat. It was amazing to have a girl desperate to get you up
her cunt and spurting as soon as you could, but there was something a
little sad about it too.
"I need more!" Kelly wailed. The first
guy was slowly lifting himself up to make room for the next one who had
come from the showers. How fast could a girl take them?
"Shit, well at least get on your hands and knees so we can move them
through faster," Zach said.
Soon
a line of naked horny guys formed, gently stroking their dicks in
anticipation of being able to pump their sperm into such a hot,
alluring specimen.
Just then the middle-aged football coach came around the corner. "Oh,
Jesus," he said.
"Hey, coach, want a turn?"
The coach adjusted his pants and grinned.
Zach,
serving as Kelly's stage manager or pimp or whatever, said, "But watch,
coach, see how fast they're going? She'll bite your head off if you
don't come fast enough."
"What makes you think I can't come fast?" the coach said.
"I don't know," stammered Zach, "I just thought..."
"Like I'm an old guy?"
"Well..."
The
coach cut in line, and when Kelly's pussy got free, he lined up and
shoved. On the fourth stroke he surged. "Oh, you sweet little cunt!" he
mumbled under his breath.
He had done his duty in time.
As
he caught his breath, he said, "Look I wanted to do some extra work
with the quarterbacks, so could you guys go to the head of the line?
Everyone else, out on the field after you've serviced our hot little
girl." Turning to Kelly, he said, "What's your name, sweetie?"
She
gave no indication of having heard him as she asked, "Who's going to
fuck me next?" a crazed expression on her sweaty face. "I need more
sperm!"
"Her name's Kelly," put in Zach.
"OK, everyone have fun fucking Kelly, then out on the field, OK?"
With things seemingly under control, Zach took off. He figured he'd
done enough of a thankless and stressful job.
One
of Samantha's jobs as school nurse was to check up on the girls in
heat. It was rare to have two in heat on the same day. Three was quite
rare, so she hadn't gotten to Kelly yet.
When she tracked her
down in the boys' locker room, she was concerned at once. "I need it!"
cried the girl. "Why won't anyone do me? Where is everyone?" She was
sweaty and bedraggled, and it was apparent a lot of semen had been
pumped into her pussy.
"Hi, Kelly, how's it going?"
"What?" the girl asked.
"It's me, Samantha, school nurse."
"I don't care who the fuck you are, you don't have a cock in your
panties, and I need a cock NOW!" she shouted.
Sam was worried. This was what they called a "hard heat", and she'd
never seen one quite as hard as this.
Sam went around the corner where she saw a couple guys. "Have you guys
been doing a decent job keeping Kelly fucked?" she asked.
"Christ,
yes!" said one of the guys. "We were lining up and she was getting it
every 30 seconds there for a while -- I timed it."
Sam whistled,
then moved away to put some distance between her and Kelly's rantings.
She made a quick call on her cell, and in less than a minute, the
school PA came on.
"Attention, all students, faculty and staff.
All students, faculty and staff. Could any men or boys who have not
ejaculated in a girl today please proceed immediately to the boys'
locker room. There's a girl in hard heat. Others are welcome as well.
Repeat, any men or boys who can help out a girl in hard heat, please
report to the boys' locker room."
Kelly was shouting at the boy
who had clued Sam in. "Why the hell not? What's the matter with your
little willie, eh? Why isn't there anyone at all?" she asked.
"Asshole!" she said to the boy.
"Kelly!" said Sam with authority. "We'll get you some more cock, OK,
it's coming soon, OK? Calm down!"
Kelly smashed her fist into a locker.
Sam yelled, "I need a couple guys for your muscles, not cocks. Any
linemen here?" she said, trying to inject a touch of humor.
"Does she bite?" said one burly guy, coming around the corner.
"I hope not," said Sam.
"Hey," said another guy, "How are you gonna stop a pass rush if you
can't keep clear of some girl teeth?"
"You assholes stop making fun of me!" yelled Kelly.
"How about the physical therapy table?" Sam asked the players. "This
may be tough, so let's get some good physical support.
"Come on, Kelly! We're getting you cocks, OK? This way you can get them
one after another, OK?"
Sam led her to the massage table, then laid her face down.
"Where are the guys?" Sam asked with some exasperation.
"Well, with three girls in heat most of them have shot their wad
already," said a wide receiver.
"I
know, I know. Look, I see you've got it up," said Sam to one of the
guys. "Can you just get into her and fuck, even if you can't come? It's
better than nothing."
"OK," said the tight end, "but can someone make sure she doesn't kick
me in the balls?"
"Yeah, we'll handle it," said the center and right guard, who started
holding Kelly down.
The
tight end fucked away. All he had signed up to do was fuck, but a guy
usually wants to go for orgasm. And after he had been at it for a
couple minutes, it looked like he was getting close.
"Oh, shit, I need more!" said Kelly.
A few guys were trickling in in response to the PA announcement.
Still
the tight end humped away. "Oh, man, I'm almost there," he said,
pumping with urgency. But Kelly was moaning, "Oh, shit, I need sperm..."
The tight end was a hero for volunteering, but Kelly needed sperm --
lots of it, and fast.
Sam
tentatively went up to him and slid a hand over his butt to touch his
balls lightly, then murmured "You can spurt now, but if you stop,
that's fine, I'll let you come in my mouth."
The tight end
looked at her with surprise. "Oh, wow," he said, but he kept pumping.
"Unnnh, unnnh, unnnhh, oooooooo," he said, as his orgasm took him.
"Thanks,"
said Sam, then addressed the half dozen new guys who had assembled. The
principal, Mr. Weiss, had answered the call. It was very nice of him,
but he was at least 60, and she didn't want to risk any more delays.
She tried to finesse the situation.
"Look," she said. "Thanks so
much for coming. What I need first are guys who haven't come in at
least 24 hours and who think they can come within a few seconds."
"And if you haven't gotten a good whiff of her yet, that's easier than
usual," said the center. There were chuckles all around.
"I need to get fucked!" screeched Kelly, thrashing against the two
linemen.
A
short young man approached, probably a freshman. He was naked from the
waist down, cock small but very stiff. He leaned over to sniff Kelly's
rear end, and as he did, cum jetted out of his cock and onto the floor.
Three large spurts.
"Oh, Jesus," said Sam under her breath, with exasperation. Kelly needed
sperm now! She needed it up her cunt, not on the floor!
"Hey!"
said the guard who was holding Kelly, looking at Sam sharply. "You
don't know what it's like!" Turning to the boy, he said, "Don't worry
about it, Jacob, it happens to all of us." Sam was touched, and Jacob
nodded dumbly.
"I am sorry, Jacob," she said quietly so just he
could hear. "I don't know what it's like, and that was very insensitive
of me. Thanks so much."
Jacob nodded vaguely and moved away.
"Shit! Fuck! God damn you all! Where's my sperm!" wailed Kelly, shaking
her head violently.
Sam
moved around the table to Kelly's head and held it still as gently as
she could. "I know it's tough, Kelly. We're working on it. You're going
to get through this just fine," she said softly.
The next guy in line made sure he got his cock up into the crazy girl's
cunt before he came.
"Did you feel that shot of sperm? We've got more coming, one shot right
after another."
Kelly lay quietly for a moment.
The
guys stepped up to the eager pussy one by one and shot their balls up
inside. They were doing her a favor, but it was also obvious that each
climax brought ecstasy to the owner of the twitching cock.
"How's that Kelly, better?"
Kelly managed a weak smile as she shuddered with orgasm.
"Oh, great, girl!"
The tight end approached Sam uncertainly. "Were you serious about the
blow job?" he asked.
"Yes," said Sam simply. "But you took the intra-vaginal option."
"But if I hadn't?"
"Then
I would have given you a blow job," she said, with a little smile
before she looked down. The tight end really was quite cute.
"Wow," he said, moving off.
The
school day was nearly over. Kelly was doing OK at the moment, but this
was a hard heat -- the hardest Sam had ever seen, and she didn't know
what to expect. Kelly would survive, certainly, but Sam had seen those
cold, distant girls who hadn't gotten what they needed during a hard
heat.
She made a phone call she had never made before. She called the
penitentiary.
"Listen
up, you guys. All of you with at least five credits, here's a chance
for community service, to help repay your debt to society. We have a
lovely young lady in a hard heat, and she'll be arriving here shortly.
Mostly she's going to get her sperm from upstanding citizens of the
community who are being bused in here. But where there is a lag, or
between busloads, you may be given a chance to help the lady.
"You'll
have sixty seconds. If you can come in her pussy, you'll earn another
credit. There will be guards with you -- but still, any misbehavior,
you'll lose one. They say she smells out of this world -- woo hoo!"
Kelly
came down from an orgasm, and felt a little satisfaction, rather than a
frantic urge for more. Still, the next cock was very welcome and she
appreciated the familiar pattern of faster strokes, swelling cock, and
little twitches.
She became aware of her surroundings. She was
on hands and knees, and the guy behind her who was pulling out was
wearing a prison suit!
"What?" she asked. "Where am I?"
Sam rose to take her hand. "You've been having a really hard heat,
Kelly. How are you feeling?"
"OK, but..."
The next prisoner had come into the room, cock hard and sticking out
through his orange prison uniform.
"I don't want him!" Kelly said, turning and sitting, now hiding her
rear end rather than exposing it.
"How does she smell?" asked Sam.
"Oh, very hot, ma'am, very hot indeed," said the prisoner, cock
twitching and obviously hoping for a shot in this young pussy.
"How about you guys?" she asked the guards.
"Nah, it is getting kind of weak, actually," said one.
Sam had never seen a girl come out of heat so fast.
"What do you want, Kelly?"
"Yuck!" she said. "I don't want sex with any of these creeps! Have I
been letting them do me? What the hell was I thinking..."
"Are you ready to go home?" Sam asked.
"I can't get out of here soon enough!" Kelly said. It was 4:30am.
It was a fair drive from the penitentiary to Kelly's house.
"Thank you, Sam," Kelly said after a while. "Was I really as much of an
asshole as I remember?"
"You were in heat," Sam smiled. "Girls always act kind of strange in
heat, you know that."
"Yeah," she said. "But somehow I never thought I would. And -- did I
really slam my fist into a locker?"
"Yeah."
"Did I call one guy an asshole, and tell that guy he was a pussy, and
--"
"Kelly, you were in the hardest heat I've ever seen. You did just fine."
"Oh, man..." she said. "And what about Alex! I haven't thought about
Alex for hours!"
"Kelly," Sam said, a little louder. "That's normal. You did fine. You
can send them apology cards if you want."
"Yeah, that might help me feel a little better," she said.
When
Kelly was quiet for a little, Sam asked, "But one thing - do you feel
really angry at anyone? Anyone who kept you from getting what you
wanted?" Sam held her breath. This was the danger of hard heats -- that
no matter how much sex you let a girl have, it still wouldn't have been
enough and she would get bitter.
"Nah, they were all fine."
"Good. Very good."
Kelly
dozed but woke as Sam pulled the car up outside her house. Her parents
were already out the door, anxious to see their girl. They knew she had
been in a hard heat, but had heeded the recommendations and stayed away
until she had come out of it.
"And Kelly -- you're excused from school tomorrow."
"Thanks," said Kelly, barely able to hold her eyes open.
Kelly became pregnant with triplets -- no two of them identical. All
three had different fathers.
At
age 14 Becky had given birth to a son Evan, conceived on the Sunday she
spent in the Catholic Church. At 17 she had borne a daughter Meghan.
She had had five more children since, and was an especially honored
member of society for her role in producing precious babies. She had
always been provided with a comfortable lifestyle, including access to
the highest quality child care, in the form of nannies when she wanted
them, babysitters when that suited her needs better.
Right after
Meghan's birth, Becky had met Richard and married him. He was not the
biological father of any of her seven children, but loved them as if
they were his -- it was quite rare for any man to live with a
biological child.
They had given up two of her younger children
for adoption, though it was more like sharing than adoption in some
ways. They lived with another family right next door. They thought of
the other couple as their parents, but also knew that "Aunt Becky" was
their actual biological mother and visited her often.
When
Meghan was twelve, Becky had started planning for her first heat. At
first, Meghan had refused to discuss it -- being in heat was gross,
something that would happen "later." But hormones had had their effect,
the girl had gotten interested in boys, and it was something she could
at least think about a little.
"Are there any of our friends you would be interested in? Mr. Golden?
Mr. Woodhead? Mr. Johnson?"
"I don't want to do it with any of them!"
"Of course not, and you won't have to. But are there any of them you
don't like, for instance?"
"Mr. Woodhead."
"OK. What about boys at school?"
"What are you going to do? I don't want anyone to know I'm interested!
They might get weird on me now!"
"Would it be so terrible if a boy got interested in you now?"
"Yes! And what if he said no?"
"OK, OK, I promise I won't say anything."
Some
girls were better able to think ahead to how they would be in heat, but
Becky dealt with Meghan where she was. She didn't tell anyone of
Meghan's preferences, but she did keep lists.
"Mom,
I think I'm getting it," Meghan said as she approached her mother's
bedside. Her parents slept apart, not due to any important tension
between them -- it's just that her father snored.
Becky was
awake at once, anxious to see if Meghan had finally reached that
milestone. She realized it was Saturday morning, and if Meghan really
was in heat, that would be perfect! First she needed to make sure.
"How do you feel?" Becky asked.
"Tingly and warm down there," she said.
"Any interest in sex?"
Becky
could feel the surge of feelings rise in her daughter. "Yeah, I think
so. I never really believed I would be -- or I never wanted to believe
it." After a pause she moaned, "But I don't want to be a total slut,
like all those girls at school!"
"Whatever happens, it's OK." Becky smiled.
"I
know, but I still don't want to!" Meghan said, sitting and leaning
against her mother, trying perhaps to be a little girl just a little
longer.
"There, there," said Becky. After a moment she added, mischievously,
"Would you like to go tell your father?"
Becky saw her daughter gulp. "Yes!" But she regained her composure,
"Just to tell him, though."
She went to her daddy's room, knocked, and entered. Richard was a sound
sleeper.
"Daddy," she said, at the edge of his bed.
Richard stirred and sat up, as Becky watched from the doorway.
"I think I've gotten..."
Richard
was smiling broadly, a glazed expression on his face. "No question
about it," he said, sniffing deeply. He reached out to her slowly,
reaching for her breast beneath the T-shirt she slept in, waiting to
see if she would shy away.
Meghan did shy back for just a second, then Becky could see her chest
heaving with excitement.
"Daddy, would you --"
"Yes, sweetie, yes, yes!"
And with that, both stripped with lightning speed.
Meghan bounced down in the middle of the bed on her back, legs spread
wide.
Richard launched himself onto her, hesitating a moment with his cock at
his daughter's opening.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes! Put it in me!" Becky's shy daughter urged.
And
Richard took his daughter's cherry, just like that. Becky saw his shaft
disappear, heard husband and daughter moan and pant, and seconds later
saw her husband press in so far it moved Meghan up several inches on
the bed.
"Oh, Meghan!" he sighed with utter contentment as his spurts died down.
"Oh, Daddy!" Meghan moaned.
He collapsed beside her.
Becky set off excitedly to make some calls and set her plan in motion.
After a couple minutes of snuggling with her father, Meghan said, "Can
you do it again?"
"Not yet, sweetie."
"Who else is there?"
"I can think of one other male in this house right here."
"Evan?"
"Can't think of anyone else."
"You think he'd want me?"
Richard said with a suggestive smile, "You could find out."
Meghan
put on her T-shirt and followed her father to her big brother's
bedroom. Her father smiled as he said, "Let's just open his door here,
and see what he does."
Within seconds, Evan stirred, smiled, and sat up. He turned to see his
sister and father in the doorway.
"Your time, sis?" he smiled. "You want it?"
"Ummm, maybe. You want me?"
"Very, very much!" her big brother said.
Meghan raced into her brother's room and gave him a kiss on the cheek,
but there was more urgent business than kissing.
Evan
was up in a flash, stripping off the briefs he slept in, pulling the
waistband way out from his body to get over his very hard cock.
Richard looked on from the doorway. Becky came up behind him and the
two proud parents smiled at each other.
Meghan
was on her back in a flash, and without asking, Evan buried himself in
his sister. He came in the same motion he drove his prong up her pussy.
Brother
and sister moaned. A tear came to Becky's eye as she remembered her
brother Steve and how wonderful he had been to her that morning not so
many years before.
Uncle Steve and Meghan had a special bond.
They would have adored fucking each other during her first heat, and
Becky would have loved to see it. But unfortunately Steve lived a
thousand miles away.
Richard's cock was hard again from Meghan's
smell and the sight of his son doing his daughter, but he slipped away
down the hall. He wanted Meghan again, but he wanted to wait for her to
come to him. Becky caught up to him, and glancing at his cock gave him
a sympathetic hug.
Evan's cock was up within a minute, and he
was eager to roll onto Meghan to take her again, but he remembered what
his mother had asked. She had made him promise he wouldn't take Meghan
unless she asked for it.
But Meghan noticed his hunger, noticed his cock, and said with wonder,
"You want to do it again?"
"God, yes!' he said.
Meghan was thrilled to lie on her back and watch her big brother
initiate another sexual union with such enthusiasm.
He
burrowed his cock in again, to Meghan's utter delight, and started
humping away, an intense smile on his face. He hadn't lasted long
enough to do any in and out before. Meghan's pleasure mounted, and
within a minute she felt her orgasm building.
"Ah, give it to me, Evan!" she said, and felt his urgent moan, sending
them both into orgasm together.
Meghan rested for a minute, snuggled against her brother. Becky stopped
by the door to admire her two oldest children.
Evan's
cock started rising again, and it looked like they might be headed for
a third round. Becky was reluctant to intervene, but she started
feeling bad for her husband. "Excuse me, but I think your father is
ready again -- if you want."
"Oh, yeah! Daddy!" said Meghan, jumping up, remembering how great her
first time had been with her father.
"And
if you're willing," Becky said in a low voice as the girl passed, "Can
you get up on your hands and knees and let him do you from the rear? I
know he really likes that."
"Oooo, that would feel so naughty
and good! Sure, mom!" said Meghan, giving a brief shudder before
rushing to her father's room where the man lay naked with a full
erection.
"Come on, daddy, do me like a doggy!" his daughter said.
And
as Meghan bounced onto the bed, on hands and knees, Richard eagerly
rose and mounted her. As Richard caught Becky's eye, she winked at him,
and he gave a little smile.
As he slid his member into her,
Richard's attention turned fully to his daughter, fully in heat and
craving his penile thrusts. He held out for a minute, though his
daughter came within a few seconds of being penetrated. She came again
when he did, seeding her once more.
Meghan was aware of some commotion out in the living room, and just as
she was going to investigate her mother appeared.
"Mr. Golden and Mr. Johnson are here," she said. Would you like to get
intimate with them?"
Meghan smiled enthusiastically.
"In your bedroom, OK?"
Meghan sat on her bed naked, pussy wet and dripping from the
contributions of father and brother.
Mr. Golden appeared at the door.
"Mr. Golden!" she said.
"Oh hi, Meghan! I haven't seen you in so long, you're really -- "
"Can you fuck me, Mr. Golden? Please? Now?" She was in no mood for
chitchat.
"Ummm, you bet!" he said.
Meghan lay back on her bed, legs spread wide to receive the family
friend.
Mr. Golden pulled off his trousers and briefs. He had already ditched
his shoes.
Meghan
didn't speak, she just pointed to her pussy hole. Mr. Golden first
dipped his nose to within an inch of her pussy and took a deep breath.
"Ah!"
he said, then mounted her excitedly and pressed in. This was the third
cock Meghan had enveloped, and she was already discovering the
differences. Mr. Golden's was a little smaller, but it didn't matter.
She felt her pussy squeeze, felt Mr. Golden speed up, and then heard
his, "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!" as he came.
Meghan grinned and shuddered. "Mr. Golden, what a naughty word!" she
said.
He started to look apologetic before realizing she was teasing him.
The
other house guests arriving at the unlikely hour of 7:30am were Mr.
Johnson and another friend of the family who had watched Meghan grow
up, and she eagerly welcomed each of them up her pussy.
Becky then approached her daughter. "How's it going?"
"Great, mom! Great! I know I'm being a slut, but it's so much fun!"
"Good! Now, have some breakfast so you can keep your strength up."
Meghan
wolfed down a couple waffles and scrambled eggs and some juice. Becky
noted with some relief that Meghan wasn't acting frantic the way some
girls did. If she had been, Becky was ready with lots of cocks waiting
in the wings, but she was glad Meghan was more relaxed. It would be a
more pleasant experience.
"I have another surprise for you," said Becky, when Meghan had finished
eating. "Come on outside."
"Should I get dressed?" Meghan asked.
"Not unless you really want to. You're in heat; be proud of it!"
Meghan went out the front door into the bright sunshine, stark naked.
She saw a long black stretch limo.
Becky explained, "I thought you should have your heat in privacy and in
style."
"Oh, wow!" Meghan said.
"What boys would you like to pick up? Isaac, George, David?"
"All three!" Meghan said excitedly."Hey! Those are the three I told you
about, and you promised never to tell!"
"I didn't tell them, but I've been in touch with their parents, and
called again this morning."
The
inside of the limo had plush carpet in the section behind the driver,
then one mattress on the floor further back and another in the very
rear at seat height. A curtain hung between the carpeted section and
the first mattress allowing privacy if desired, though it was currently
pulled back.
After mother and daughter got in back, Becky told the chauffeur to head
towards Isaac's house.
"We're
headed to Isaac's, but you know, Meghan, if you see anyone on the way
you'd really like to give you a fuck, just stop and we'll ask."
"Just like random people?"
"Sure! The worst they'll do is say no, and I have a secret weapon."
Meghan
scanned the sidewalks eagerly as the limo traveled. "He's sure cute!"
Meghan said, referring to a college-aged boy jogging by in sweats.
After getting the driver to pull over, Becky raced out and flagged the
guy down.
After
her mother spoke briefly, Meghan watched him shake his head, but then
she produced a pair of panties and stuck them under his nose -- her
panties!
The young man smiled, wavered, and followed Becky to
the limo. Once inside, with the door shut, Meghan's fresh and alluring
odor filled his nostrils.
He gave that dreamy smile she was getting used to. "You want it?" he
asked.
Meghan nodded, legs spread wide on the mattress.
The young guy pulled his shorts down and pressed into young Meghan.
"Can I just let myself go?" he asked.
"Yes!"
Meghan said, her eyes fixed on this young man she had never before seen
in her life and who was now so intent on mating with her.
"Nnnnhhhhh!" he moaned, and she felt his cock twitching.
He pulled out, moaning, then said, "Got to be going," half question and
half announcement.
"Sure!" said Meghan, though on impulse she reached out to kiss his
softening cock.
"You were really good!" he said just before he shut the door.
"Hi,
Meghan," Isaac said a little shyly as he hopped into the limo. Becky
noticed he looked a little embarrassed, matching his parents' report
that he had a crush on her daughter. Otherwise he would already be
freeing his cock.
"You want to fuck me?" Meghan asked brightly.
"God,
yes!" Isaac answered, freeing his organ before sliding it into the girl
of his dreams. He didn't try to hold back, and Meghan's odor induced
his body to ejaculate quickly. His primal instincts held off the
rhythmic contractions just long enough for his body to verify he was
going to shoot it in the right place. Her hot and wet pussy engulfing
the sensitive head of his cock was ample evidence, and he fired. Pulse
after pulse of gooey sperm surged right up inside where they both so
desperately wanted it.
George was just as eager, and added his
contribution to the mess up inside her in short order. Dave was a
little calmer; only he knew that he had jerked off a mere hour before.
"Hey,
Meghan," Isaac said, as Dave was positioning himself to take the hot
girl. Isaac tentatively reached with his mouth towards her nipple.
Seeing she wasn't objecting, he took it in his mouth and sucked.
"Oh,
that feels SO good!" Meghan exclaimed. "Oh, and that too!" she said as
Dave's penis burrowed into her. She came as soon as he was in to the
hilt. Dave humped in and out for over a minute before coming.
Becky
waited in the front section, sneaking an occasional peek behind the
curtain and thrilling at the sounds of her daughter's happiness.
"Me again?" asked George.
"Oh, yes!" said Meghan.
As
he sucked away on his crush's breast, Isaac realized that he had lost
his turn! Since he had gone first, he should have been the first to do
it a second time. He would fix that soon enough, though, and he did
enjoy sucking on Meghan's luscious breasts.
Getting into the idea that there were more possibilities than just
plain old fucking, Meghan asked Dave, "Can I hold your dick?"
"Sure,"
he panted, and Meghan eagerly slid her hand over his softening organ,
slick with Meghan's juices and a fine mixture of the sperm of many
males -- her father's, her brother's, the runner's, George's, Isaac's
-- and Dave's own, so recently shot forth from that tiny slit in the
end.
"Hey, what about mine?" Isaac asked, popping Meghan's nipple out of his
mouth momentarily.
"Sure!"
she said, grasping Isaac's organ. "Hey!" she said gleefully. "I've got
one cock in each hand and another up my pussy! And Isaac, yours is so
hard! I wish you could do me at the same time as George!"
"Hmm, you do have another opening down there," Isaac said, though he
didn't really find the prospect that appealing.
"No
way!" Meghan said, but not for the reason he thought. "Every drop of
sperm has to go up my pussy, you understand? If I had two pussies,
though..."
The boys didn't come instantly when they had just
done it a few minutes before, and by the third time around they thrust
at quite some length, letting Meghan have a few orgasms per ejaculation.
As the sexual frenzy lessened somewhat, Becky served chips and dip,
popcorn, milk, cookies, soda, chocolate...
"Something's not quite right, mom," said Meghan when she had eagerly
gone back to fucking after a round of snacking.
The foursome had been at their antics for over an hour.
"You
probably need some fresh cum from a different guy. I mean you guys are
all great, but you only produce so much of the stuff. And they say it's
good to get cum from at least 20 guys -- more like 40 if you really
want to get pregnant."
"OK! Where are the other guys?" Meghan said eagerly.
"I have a plan, if you like the idea. You look through the front window
as we cruise."
Meghan got into position and looked through the screen separating
chauffeur from the rest of the limo.
"If you see a guy you like, point him out and I'll see if I can nab
him."
They set out but didn't see any appealing guys right away.
"Can one of you fuck me from behind while I'm looking?" Meghan asked,
getting up on hands and knees.
What a perfect touch! Becky thought.
Isaac reacted first, and soon thrust his hard cock up into his favorite
girl once more.
But before long Meghan called out, "Him! I want him!"
The limo pulled over.
"Time
to get off, young stallion," Becky said to Isaac, who good-naturedly
backed away, his hard cock sliding out from among the copious
secretions. Becky then wiped Meghan's panties down her crotch to get a
fresh scent and went out to see if she could coax the next young man
into the limo and thence into Meghan's vagina. Fresh pussy juice was
very persuasive, and only two guys couldn't be tempted.
As
morning yielded to afternoon, Meghan took cock after cock, thrilling
deep down with each new dose of sperm from a new man. In between, she
had one of her three classmates soothing and satisfying her vagina with
smooth, deep thrusts. But when the new man with new cock and new sperm
was ready, the familiar cock gave way for a little while.
Around three, Meghan found fewer and fewer guys she wanted to nab from
the streets to fuck her.
Then she got a little quieter as one of the boys kept sliding back and
forth.
Becky recognized the signs. "Are you done, maybe, Meghan?"
"Well..." she said, looking back over her shoulder apologetically at
George.
"Say, George," Becky said. "I think Meghan's coming out of heat."
"Oh, OK," he said, with a few last thrusts before withdrawing.
"That was really great!" Isaac said.
"Yeah, it was," Meghan answered. "But I won't want to do it tomorrow,
right?"
"Of course not, we understand!" the boys all said, though Isaac was
hoping he might change her mind about that in time.
The
limo dropped Becky and Meghan back at their house at 4pm, then headed
off to deliver the three boys to their respective houses.
Meghan showered and took a nap before appearing at dinner.
"Hi, sis," said Evan.
"Hi, sweetie," said her father, as father and son approached the table
together.
Meghan was momentarily uncomfortable. "Um, hi?" she said, looking down.
"This is weird..."
Her
father spoke from across the table. "Meghan, you were in heat. I loved
doing it with you, and now it's a good memory. Now I'm back to being
your father, not your lover -- at least until you go into heat again
and if you want me again."
"Ditto for me," Evan said.
Meghan smiled and relaxed. "You are all so wonderful. I never knew a
heat could be so happy and fun!"
Becky smiled. That was exactly what she had intended.
Meghan conceived during her second heat and had a total of four
children.
Here
lie the remains of Luc Olson. As head of the "black ops" USGEC (genetic
engineering center), he was the mastermind of the Heat virus. He
ordered it to be released in 2023 against Presidential orders and was
imprisoned later that year. He was murdered by fellow inmates early in
2024 before he could stand trial.
Although it is just part of
life today, it is hard for us to understand how radical Heat was in
2024, and how utterly alien and repugnant to everyone -- especially
women and girls.
Never before has a single man with such an
unpopular belief had the vision and courage to deliver so much good to
humanity -- to in fact save it from extinction.