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Target: Beautiful Married Women (m/f, cons) by Black Demon

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With his freshman year of college coming to an end, Tad 'Skipper'
Harmon looked forward to returning home for the summer.  It had
been quite an experience attending State U. on the football
scholarship but the school was located in a small college town,
with everything geared to supporting the college.  It was so
different from the much larger community where he grew up, a
suburb of a big city.

Sure, being a football star brought him a lot of attention with
all the college girls falling head over heels for him.  But for
'Skipper', nothing could beat the social life he had come to
enjoy back at home, a lifestyle that he enjoyed especially when
it came to sex.  Sure, he had sex with many cute coeds on campus
but nothing seemed to sate his real cravings, that of seducing
another man's beautiful and faithful sophisticated wife.  It had
been last summer when all began, just before leaving home to
attend college, something of a niche that he had found to be
quite exciting and stimulating as never before.

Though he had a full ride on a football scholarship, Skipper
didn't want his parents to have to send him any spending money,
especially since they had his three younger siblings in high
school and soon to be headed for college too.  His older sister
had done it on her own through an academic scholarship without
financial help of his parents.  Skipper was not adverse to hard
work, in fact enjoying any type of outdoors job that was out in
the sun where he could keep in good physical shape.  Having cut
lawns off and on from when he was a youngster trying to make
extra money, he decided to resume that aspect as his summer job.

Being somewhat of a local sports hero in leading the high school
football team to the state championship and bringing home the
title, everyone knew who 'Skipper' Harmon was in the tight knit
community, more so that he was selected as the State's Player of
the Year.  Everyone knew from the newspapers that he was going to
attend State U. and was more than happy to help him out when he
approached them for side-jobs like mowing their lawn.

 From when he had been in the 7th grade, 'Skipper' had developed
a crush on the new teacher who had come in at the middle of the
school year to replace the retiring Mrs. Harris.  The lovely Miss
Terri Collins had just gotten out of college with her master's
degree in education and 'Skipper' couldn't wait to go to school
each day, just so he could look and star at her.  At night, he
would think of her and it was then that he got an erection and
learned how to beat his meat off.  From then on, after that year
of school, Skipper would always make a point of passing by her
classroom to wave and say 'Hi!'.

Over the past few years, Skipper had become quite an adept lover,
a true 'cocksman' as his buddies would refer to him.  With his
popularity and being such a handsome jock, so many of the high
school cuties were only too eager and willing to drop their
panties for him.  And Skipper had learned not to be bashful at
all, bedding each babe that caught his eye.   With each gal
wanting to keep seeing him, they knew what Skipper was expecting
on their date, willingly dropping their panties to spread their
legs and giving him no argument nor objecting to him not using a
protective condom.

In his junior and senior years, ten beautiful coeds would end up
dropping out of school temporarily or suddenly have to move away
due to 'family' reasons.  Each of the girls' respective families
tried to keep things hush-hush as to why their daughters had to
help out at her aunt's or grandparents' place.  But of course,
the real reason was to hide the embarrassment of having it out
for public gossip that their daughter in high school had gotten
herself 'knocked up'!  For some unexplainable reason, each gal
steadfastly refused to name the father of her child, wanting to
protect her 'Skipper'.

"Hi, Mrs. Wallace!" Skipper yelled out over the noise of the
mower, smiling at the woman of his dreams.  His heart skipped a
beat when she greeted him with "Hi ........hi, Skipper!"  Seeing
her setting the tray down onto the table, noticing her jitters,
he couldn't help but wonder if he was the reason for her jitters.
 Having scored many times in the past few years, it was the type
of nervousness he'd seen time and time again when hitting upon a
babe.

As she invited him to take a break and join for a cold drink,
Skipper shut down the mower and grabbed his shirt hanging from
his pants to wipe himself.  He noticed how dressed up she was and
exclaimed "Wow ..................you look really beautiful, Mrs.
Wallace!"  He noticed her blushing from his comment as she
stammered out "Oh ................I ............I have a Women's
League luncheon to attend a bit later!"  Skipper recalled Mr.
Wallace specifically telling him to start today since his wife
had a Women's League luncheon was for the following day, thus
knew that she had really dressed up for him and was only making
up the excuse of having a luncheon to attend.

Once she had sat down in a chair, Skipper pulled up a chair
pulling it towards her and sat down close to his former 7th grade
teacher.  He knew it was a bit closer than she would expect for a
casual student/teacher relationship and saw her body give a
slight quiver of nervousness as a result.  Knowing the effect he
was having upon her, Skipper deliberately had not put his shirt
back on but sat bare-chested next to the left of his beautiful
teacher.

Chatting a bit as Mrs. Wallace asked about his going to State U.,
Skipper advised her of when he would have to report in to attend
the training camp in August, telling her how he'd miss his
hometown and all his friends.  Then, as Mrs. Wallace put her soft
beautiful manicured hand over his nearby right hand to reassure
him, a shivered coursed throughout his body.  Quickly recovering,
Skipper turned the tables upon her as he put his left hand over
hers, capturing her between both his hands.

What had been just an innocent gesture on her part now had
Terri's heart thumping in her chest.  Her former student, now a
handsome young stud, was holding her hand between his.  Looking
down, panting for breath, she saw Skipper toying with her diamond
ring.  Terri wanted desperately to pull her hand away but could
not find the strength, her body turning to putty as the handsome
teen began stroking her hand and arm.  She didn't know what to
think as the bold confident young man advised "Ever since you
walked in the door when I was in the 7th grade, I dreamt of you
ever single night!  You know ........I got so down and depressed
when I read about your engagement to Mr. Wallace!"

Here was her former student telling her that he thought and
dreamt of her each night and she had actually dressed up just to
impress him. 'Oh, God ...................why did I get dressed up
for him?  To make myself look sexy for him!  Oh, God
..................oh, God ................what am I thinking?'
Terri shuddered as she finally regained her senses and pulled her
hand out of his grasp.  Pushing the chair back, trying to get to
her feet, her chair nearly fell backwards as she stammered out "I
.................Skipper .............I ...................I've
got to run ....................to get to the luncheon on time!"

Skipper watched as the lovely woman of his dreams nearly ran back
into the house in order to get away, to save herself from him. 
In her haste, Skipper noticed that the sliding door had not been
fully closed and left partially open.  Not to pass up the golden
opportunity that was afforded him, Skipper confidently walked to
the sliding door and went into the house and locked the sliding
door behind him.  Looking about, he made his way down the long
hallway, towards his goal .................the master bedroom!

Slowly peering in, he observed Mrs. Wallace with her back to him
as she leaned against her dresser, obviously trying to compose
herself as she panted for breath.  'Damn, she's so fuck'n sexy!'
Skipper thought as he quietly edged his way closer to the woman
of his dreams, gazing at her trim body and sexy legs.  Bravely
and boldly, he reached out to gently put his hands on her trim
hips and upon contact heard her gasp "Ahhhhhhhhhh
....................no ...............Skipper
..................nooooooo!  Please ............please
.............you .............you shouldn't be here
...................you must leave!  I ..............I have to go
to my luncheon!"

Moving closer till his body grazed hers, Skipper bent down to put
his face next to her ear, whispering "You dressed so nicely
.............just to look sexy for me, didn't you, Mrs. Wallace?
You lied about having a Women's League luncheon today, didn't
you?  Mr. Wallace checked your calendar last week and mentioned
you were going to the luncheon that's scheduled for tomorrow! 
You did it for me, didn't you, Mrs. Wallace?" Feeling her shiver,
hearing her loud panting to get a breath, fingers spreading wide
as his large hands nearly encircled her trim waist.

Terri couldn't think straight or think at all for that matter,
not with this handsome young man so close and touching her rather
intimately. She shivered and gritted her teeth upon feeling thick
fingers slip into the gap between the buttons of her blouse to
touch and caress the bare skin of her belly.  "Skipper
...............no ..............please ...........this
..........this is wrong!  I .............I'm married
...................and .......................and you
................you're my former student!" she shuddered, praying
that her pleas would stop him from continuing any further,
allowing her to preserve her faithfulness in marriage.

Undoing a button of her blouse, Skipper slid his hand in and felt
his beautiful teacher suck in her breath in response to his
touch.  Leaning closer, he nibbled at her earlobe, then let his
thick tongue tease her inner ear.  "I love you, Mrs. Wallace! 
I've always loved you!  And now I want to ..............make love
to you!  You want me, don't you?  You want me to make love to
you!  Don't you, Mrs. Wallace?" he whispered.  "Ohhhh
................ohhhhh, Skipperrrrrr .............ahhhhhh!" came
her whimpering response as his hand moved up to cup her breast
through her thin lacy bra.

Searching for and then feeling the bud stiffen under his fingers,
Skipper continued his teasing as his other hand moved up to begin
unbuttoning her blouse.  Pulling the tucked-in blouse out from
her skirt, now both of his hands were at the bottom of her bra,
pushing the lacy garment up over her breasts.  Skipper then began
thumbing and pinching at her bared pink nipples, getting them
arouse and sticking out like pencil erasers, enjoying the feel of
his sexy teacher shivering against him as touched her intimately.

Putty in her former student's hands, Terri could only clutch at
the edge of the dresser to maintain her strength and keep from
falling.  "Ohhhhhh .................ooooooohhhhhh!" she shivered,
closing her eyes as Skipper cupped and caressed her bare breasts,
something no man other than her husband should be doing much less
a former student of hers.  At this point, swooning under his
touch, Terri was oblivious to her blouse being removed and
falling to the floor.  The same went for the unhooking of her
bra, shoulder straps being drawn down her arms, with the lacy
strip of garment falling to the bedroom floor.

Skirt unbuttoned and zipper drawn down, the garment soon lay
round her white heels.  Seconds later, the matching lacy white
panties were being worked down over her trim hips and then
gliding down her smooth silky legs to fall upon her skirt and
heels.  Amazed at Skipper's strength as she was easily lifted up
into his arms, Terri draped an arm around his neck for support,
then found her lips engulfed in her former student's.   Lips
parted, Terri shivered as Skipper's thick tongue darted between
her lips, causing her to dart her pointed tongue up to meet his
in response.

Though confident in himself, Skipper still could not believe his
good fortune as he held the beautiful teacher in his arms and
kissing her passionately.  It was quite a thrill to have the
beautiful Mrs. Wallace naked in his arms but for her heels and
her lacy white panties dangling from her right heel.  It was even
more thrilling knowing that he was about to bed a married woman
for the very first time, a beautiful sophisticated married woman,
right on her own marital bed.

"Oooooooooooo ..........................oh, Goddddddd
.......................Skipper ........................Skipper
........................what are you doingggggggggg????" Terri
shuddered as she lay upon her bed, shuddering from the pleasure
coursing throughout her entire body, all stemming from her former
student's mouth on her sex. "Ohh ............oh
...................oh, Godddddddddddddd
.....................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shuddered as her
body rocked in a mind-shattering orgasm while feeding Skipper her
sweet honey.

Never before had Terri ever experienced anything so fantastic! 
For that matter, never before had any man ever put his face
between her legs, not even her loving husband.  She had just
learned what it was to be 'eaten' alive.  It was now quite
evident that the roles of teacher and student had been reversed,
as the innocent school teacher was being taught the joys of sex
by her former student, who now was her teacher.  Time and time
again, Terri saw bright flashing stars bursting as she arched up
into Skipper's devouring mouth.

Now with legs widespread, feeling the blunt fleshy prodding at
her opening, Terri's mind suddenly had a reality flash, causing
her to realize the absolute wickedness of it all.  Having given
her virginity to her husband on their wedding night, she was now
about to be unfaithful to her husband.  She was about to commit
adultery, right on their own marital bed .....................and
to top it off, she was about to have sex with a former student of
hers!

There was no denying the fact that she wanted Skipper to make
love to her, that she could not, nor had any intention of
stopping at this point .................but Terri realized that
Skipper was about to possess her without taking any precautions.
"Skipper ...............I ..................I
.....................ohhhh, I don't want you to stop
........................but .......................please
.....................you must put on a condom!  Please
..............please, Skipper ..................you
...................you'll get me pregnant" she panted.

For Skipper, there was no way he was going to stop and put on a
protective condom!  In fact, it made the conquest even that much
more exciting and challenging.  Here under his grasp was his
beautiful 7th grade teacher, trembling under his touch as he
pushed his bloated cockhead up against her juicing slit.  Pushing
forward a bit, hearing Mrs. Wallace groan in both pleasure and
pain, it was an unbelievable thrill to hear "Skipper
..............oh, Skipperrrrrrrr ..................please
....................please be gentle ................ohhhhhhhh,
Goddddd ....................you're so bigggggggggggggg!"

Feeling the long thick fleshy tube slide deep into her, Terri
came right then, creaming and creaming as never before causing
her to scream out her pleasure.  But this was just the beginning
as her skilled lover withdrew his loveshaft and began to pump it
in and out of her clenching love tunnel.  Climaxing time and time
again, throwing her legs around the handsome heartthrob, Terri
locked her heels together as her young lover quickly took her the
crest of another mind-shattering orgasm.

Lips glued to her young lover's, tongue dallying with his, arms
and legs embracing her lover had Terri shivering in another
climax as her former student suddenly exploded deep within her. 
It was a rush of hot potent lava coursing through her, a hot
soothing balm that filled every crevice in her fertile womb,
something that she had never felt before as her husband had
always used a protective condom.  "Ohhhhhh
.....................Skipper
.....................Skipperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she
shuddered.

Asleep in each other's arms, still joined together as only a
husband and wife should be, the two lovers awoke simultaneously.
A passionate kiss with a loving embrace and then another
lovemaking session began as the well-oiled shaft began pumping in
an out of its tight fitting coupling.   Never before had the
Wallaces' bed endured such a vigorous and lengthy workout as it
did this day, creaking and swaying, often thumping its headboard
against the nearby wall.

Late that afternoon, as Skipper emptied the last of the grass
cuttings into a trash bag, he looked over to see Mr. Wallace's
car pulling up. In the bedroom, Skipper knew that the man's
beautiful wife was currently trying to air out the bedroom and
frantically trying to get the telltale bedsheets changed before
her husband walked in.  As Mr. Wallace came into the backyard to
greet him and shake his hand, Skipper felt so weird in shaking
the man's hand after having seduced and fucked his beautiful wife
the entire day.

Having nailed a happily married woman for the very first time,
Skipper could not believe the sense of achievement that he had
just accomplished, making the conquest all that much sweeter. 
'Man, that was the fuck'n best!  Damn, Mr. Wallace might soon be
up at nights, giving the baby a bottle of milk to keep him from
crying!' he chuckled to himself.  Then the thought came to him as
a challenge, wondering 'Just how many beautiful and faithful
wives are out there waiting for someone like me to charm his way
into their tight little panties?'

With only six weeks to go before having to head off to college,
Skipper knew it'd take some time to charm his way into a married
woman's panties.  His former teacher, Mrs. Wallace, was a
different story since he had known her from the seventh grade. 
But he was determined, approaching only the homes where he knew a
beautiful woman resided with her husband and family.  Being a
rather small suburb, Skipper knew everyone and if he had any
question as to what house the beauty resided in, there was always
the phone book for the address.

Fortune seemed to be smiling upon Skipper as Greg Foster, one of
his teammates invited him over for a beer bust on Friday night. 
Though they were all underage to drink, his buddy happily advised
that his parents were throwing the going away beer bash so long
as they all slept over and had breakfast there before driving
home.  Greg advised that his parents would be there but keeping
out of the way, just that they did not want anyone to get into an
accident after drinking beer at their home.  For Skipper, he knew
just how beautiful Mrs. Eileen Foster was as he had admired her
beauty from afar many a time and now couldn't help but wonder if
he could put the make on her.

At the poolside party, with the guys and gals knowing and getting
along well with the Fosters, they invited Greg's parents to party
with them. Mr. Foster was a drinker himself and enjoyed some of
the games of chug-a-lug with the teens, getting himself slowly
wasted in the process.   With Mrs. Foster not much of a beer
drinker, Skipper kept his eyes on the lovely red-haired beauty,
who had worn a nice green dress and white heels for her role of
hostess and chaperone.  Having earlier inquired with his buddy
Greg, Skipper learned that Mrs. Foster had just turned 38,
getting married to Mr. Foster while in college, with Greg coming
along right after his parents had both graduated.

Wanting to learn as much about his prey as possible, having
quizzed Greg further, Skipper learned that his beautiful mother
was a rather successful interior decorator for a top company in
the city.  Sizing up his prey, Skipper figured Mrs. Foster to be
about 5'5" and about 118 lbs.  Nice long legs but her titties had
Skipper wondering if his assessment of 36" was indeed correct. 
'Well, only one way to find out!   Damn, I can't wait to see
those cherry red nipples she's got and feel'em swell up in my
mouth!' he thought.

Biding his time as it neared one in the morning, Skipper watched
as Mr. Foster called it a night and then made his way to his
bedroom while Mrs. Foster began preparing the last batch of pizza
for the always hungry teens.  Skipper figured that this was the
opportune time to make his move or forget about the whole thing
once she retired to her bedroom with her husband.  Slipping away
from the group, he then made his way to the kitchen where Mrs.
Foster was busy checking the oven.

For Eileen Foster, she could not but help noticing young Skipper
Harmon's development from an average young teen who played ball
with her son into the handsome muscular stud that he now was. 
Though happily married to her husband, Eileen had wondered what
she would do if she was back in high school again and Skipper
Harmon made a move on her.  She had shivered at the lewd thought
that had crossed her mind, scolding herself 'Shame on you for
even thinking such a thing!'  But deep down in the recesses of
her mind, Eileen knew that if she was a teeny-bopper once again,
she indeed would be dropping her panties for a stud like Skipper.

Bending over into the open oven to check on the pizza, Eileen was
suddenly startled by the familiar voice saying "Hi, Mrs. Foster!
Came to see if I can be of any help!"  Standing upright, she
turned and nervously smiled at Skipper, telling him "Well, just
...............just another minute or so and the pizzas should be
ready!  You .........you could help me take it outside!"  It was
like a hot flash coming over her, making her all jittery with her
heart thumping madly in her chest.

Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Eileen politely made
some chit-chat with the handsome teen, inquiring about his
upcoming college career on the gridiron.  She told him "I'm sure
going to miss having you over here!"  She wondered how she should
take it, or if Skipper was actually coming on to her, when he had
responded "Oh, me too, that's for sure!  I'm really going to miss
coming over and seeing ...........you!"  She could only swallow,
heart thumping, cunt muscles clenching together. Then the timer
went off to signal that the pizzas were ready, causing Eileen to
think 'Thank, God!  Saved by the bell!'

Taking the last of the pizzas out as Mrs. Foster advised "I'll
just wash the last of these dishes and leave you teenagers
alone!"  Skipper saw that most of the teens had paired up by now,
smooching in every possible corner with the lights dimmed to near
darkness.  Knowing that no one would be missing him, thinking
that he'd be with some gal making out in a corner, Skipper
quietly slipped back into the house while Mrs. Foster was just
about done with the dishes.  Making his way down the hallway and
into the spare bedroom, he awaited for the beautiful wife and
mother to make her way down the hallway.

Dishes done, looking out into the dimly lit pool area and making
out the smooching teens, Eileen shook her head and thought 'Oh,
to be young again and have some good-looking stud groping and
pawing at your body!'   She laughed at the wicked thought,
telling herself 'Yeah, right!  When you were that age, things
were so different!  No 'good' girl would let herself appear to be
so easy!  You were still a virgin till getting married in
college!  Bet each of those flirty girls out there already have
years of sexual experience!'

Glad that the party had gone over well, Eileen made her way down
the dark but familiar hallway towards her bedroom.  "Haaaaaaa
................!" Eileen gasped in shock as she was suddenly
pulled into the darkened spare bedroom.  Frightened as a hand was
clamped over her mouth, heart thumping madly, Eileen shuddered
with fear.  Then she heard the familiar voice of Skipper Harmon
once again, telling "Don't be frightened, Mrs. Foster
..................its me, Skipper!"  Then the room was in total
darkness as Skipper closed the door shut.

Eileen trembled upon hearing the lock being turned on the
doorknob, knowing that she was in the locked bedroom all alone
with the handsome teenage stud.  Panting in nervousness, she felt
the hand releasing its pressure over her mouth and then being
removed, causing Eileen to stammer out "Skipper
..................how ..............how dare you!  I
.....................I thought you ...........you respected me!"
To her dismay, she heard the handsome teen reply "I do, Mrs.
Foster!  It's just that you're so beautiful .................I
had to hold you close just once ...............and kiss you!"

Eileen shivered upon feeling Skipper's lips upon hers, pressing
intently upon her.  She knew that she should fight with all her
might and not let this teen take advantage of her.  'No
.............tell him 'no' ...................you can't be untrue
...............unfaithful to your husband ...............who's
sleeping in the next bedroom!' she told herself.  Then the teen's
tongue was licking at her lipstick-coated lips, darting between
them to try to gain entrance between her clenched teeth.  As
Skipper pressed his muscular body up against her, Eileen swooned,
parting her clenched teeth enough to admit his wiggling tongue
into her mouth.

Entire body weak and tingling from the passionate kiss, held in
an intimate embrace by the handsome young teen as he tongued her
ear, Eileen felt his hands fumbling with the catch at the back of
her dress.   Course hands upon the soft flesh of her back,
caressing her, Eileen then felt the thick fingers expertly undo
the catch of her bra.  Panting for breath, she was again being
kissed passionately by her son's good friend as he was pushing
her dress and bra straps down over her shoulders.

As their second kiss ended, Eileen's jumbled mind had a flash of
good sense, as she pleaded "Skipper
.........................Skipper .......................please,
this isn't right ...............please ...............you must
stop ...............now!"  Panting to catch her breath, she then
gasped "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as Skipper bent down to her breast
and took a nipple into his mouth.  Eileen could only reach up to
clasp the back of Skipper's neck as she arched up to feed him her
tender and hardening nipple.  His expert tonguing and nibbling
had her sensitive nipple immediately aroused and budding up into
his mouth.

With homage now begin paid to other breast, Eileen panted
"Please, Skipper ....................you ..................you're
young enough to be my son!"  Then, with Skipper straightening
back up and his lips touched hers once again, Eileen felt her
hands being grasped and drawn down between their bodies.   So
surprised at what had taken place thus far, Eileen was shocked as
her trim fingers came into direct contact with Skipper's hot bar
of flesh and hearing the handsome young stud whisper in her ear
"Is that 'man' enough for you, Mrs. Foster?"

"Oh, my Goddddd!" was all Eileen could pant out as her fingers
encircled the thick lengthy pole, feeling it throb in the palm of
her hand. Eileen could not resist her womanly instincts to
squeeze the hot throbbing cock in her hands, feeling how thick
and sturdy a bone that the handsome teen wanted to fuck up into
her.  With Skipper nibbling at her earlobe, caressing her now
semi-nude body, Eileen was totally lost as the teen whispered "I
want to make love to you, Mrs. Foster!"

Having surveyed the layout of the bedroom earlier, Skipper easily
lifted the petite beauty up into his arms and carried her in the
darkness.  He laid her upon the bed that he had earlier pulled
the spread and top sheet down, peeled off her heels, then drew
the silky pair of panties over her trim hips and down her slender
legs.  Seconds later, his muscular body was rubbing up against
her soft flesh as he grasp her left hand and drew it down to his
manhood.  Nuzzling up against her, Skipper took great pleasure in
calling her by her married name, telling her "Show me that you
want it too, Mrs. Foster!  Put it in for me, Mrs. Foster!  Guide
me into your horny twat!"

Unable to object or resist, in fact wanting this handsome teen to
possess her, Eileen squeezed his throbbing cock and rubbed the
bloated cockhead up and down the length of her oozing gash. 
"Ohhhhh .....................ohhhhhhhhh,
Skipperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she moaned as the thick shaft spread
her apart as it pushed into her.  Only having made love to her
husband before, this young teen certainly was much bigger around
and then she would soon learn how much longer also.  "Oh, Skipper
........................do it ...........do it to me
.........................fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she panted.

It was an unbelievable fuck for both lovers as they humped to
meet each other thrust for thrust.  All that much more wicked as
Skipper kept calling her by her married name, prodding her with
each thrust, knowing she'd never forget being fucked as he panted
out "Oh, Mrs. Foster, you're so soft and sexy!  Sooooo tight! 
Want my baby, Mrs. Foster? Want me to knock you up?  Gonna cum in
you, Mrs. Foster!  Gonna knock you up with my baby!"  Never would
she forget responding "Yes ...............oh, yes
............give me your baby ...........................fuck
your little baby in me!  Knock me up, Skipper!"

Early the next morning, blinking as sunlight came through the
bedroom window, Eileen looked about to realize where she was. 
Feeling the sheet over her body, a tremble of fear coursed
through her body as she realized that it was not a dream that she
had.  She was in the spare bedroom of her home and there on the
floor near the door was her dress and bra lying in a heap. 
Pulling the sheet against her body, she clenched her thigh
muscles and felt the cold dampness between her legs.

Moving her thighs a bit, Eileen shuddered upon feeling the slimy
mess, then reach down to touch her matted curls.  Closing her
eyes, Eileen then recalled every moment of her seduction, the
fantastic fuck that the handsome teen had thrown to her.  She
remembered awaking a short while after there first fuck, feeling
the throbbing cock within her and regaining its strength, then
they mated once again.  With the amount of time passing, she knew
that it was too late to douche away the possible consequences of
this forbidden mating.  'God ...................did I have to beg
him to knock me up with his baby?' she pondered.

Having put his second notch onto his belt, it was another week of
his summer lawn-mowing job before it started to pay dividends for
Skipper. It was at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Rob Hinton that
another beautiful married woman succumbed to Skipper's charms. 
It was the lovely Cathi Hinton this time who would betray her
sacred vow to be faithful to her loving husband.  At the age of
27, married for five years and having a young 3 year old boy,
Cathi worked in real estate sales and managed to utilize a nearby
sitter should she need to show a property.

With Rob Hinton busy working late each night, trying desperately
to get ahead in the large accounting firm and eventually get his
CPA license, he began to neglect his lovely wife and growing
child.  So much so that Cathi got weak at the knees upon seeing
the handsome teenage hunk mowing their lawn to eliminate that
weekend chore from Rob's list.  Neglected as her husband was
always too tired and not in the mood for any lovemaking, Cathi
was in desperate need of some loving, especially with Rob
literally just too tired to perform or even managing to get it up
lately.

Lawn just mowed, Skipper was emptying the cuttings into a large
trash bag just as he heard the sliding door open and the
beautiful Mrs. Hinton began setting up the playpen for her little
boy.  Just when he had arrived to do the lawn as scheduled for
the week, he had seen the lovely woman dressed very nicely in a
yellow dress and 3" white heels as she put her son into the
carseat.  He was disappointed to learn that a real estate showing
had come up unexpectedly and she was rushing off to make the
appointment.  As she fumbled in her purse to pay him in advance,
Skipper told her not to worry about it as it could be taken care
of the following week.

With her son in the playpen, Cathi couldn't help but stare at the
handsome teen's glistening body as he had taken off his t-shirt
had it dangling out of the back pocket of his pants.  Cathi felt
her legs quiver, thigh muscles clench as she felt her slick
juices seep out into the crotch of her panties.  Panting, she
turned and went back into the house, then proceeded to make a
picture of lemonade.  Throughout it all, Cathi could not help but
to look out the window at the handsome teen.

Pouring two glasses of lemonade, Cathi then returned outside just
as Skipper was putting the lawnmower back into the shed off to
the side. With her son busy playing with his toys in the safety
of the playpen, she walked out onto freshly cut grass towards the
open shed.  Nearing the opening, she called out "Skipper
.................how about a glass of lemonade?"  Hearing some
rustling in the large walk-in shed, she peered in to see the
handsome teen smiling up at her as he thanked her and reached up
to take the glass from her, then his other hand grasped her now
free hand to gently guide her into the shed.

Having seen how nervous Mrs. Hinton was as she went into the
kitchen, knowing the blonde beauty was looking at him the entire
time, Skipper predicted her every movement.  Taking the other
glass from her hand, he set both drinks onto a nearby shelf, then
pulled the trembling beauty towards him.  Upon the bags of wood
chips that had recently been purchased and stacked in the shed,
Skipper had the lovely wife lying atop of it with legs widespread
and dangling down along the sides, panties caught upon on of her
heels.  With no opposition and the way she was panting, Skipper
knew that she needed it real bad.

"Oh, Mrs. Hinton .............so wet .................and so damn
tight!" Skipper panted out as he pushed his thick bloated cock
into her, feeling her sexy legs lift up to encircle his waist as
he slowly slid into her.  With the woman's young son shaking his
rattle out in the playpen, the beautiful young mother was busy
shaking her ass on the bag of wood chips.  "Oh, God
..................oh, God
.............................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the lovely
wife and mother wailed out in a mind shattering climax as Skipper
continued to bone her, telling her "Don't you think Tommy needs a
little playmate, Mrs. Hinton?  Ahhhh ....................yeah
...................cummingggggggg!  Oh, baby .............ah,
Mrs. Hinton .......................Tommy's gonna get a little
playmate soon!"

A bit later, with young Tommy Hinton busy playing with his toys
in the playpen and not requiring his mother's attention, his
pretty mother could devote the time available to what had just
come up.  What had just come up was the handsome teen's cock that
she was fisting while kneeling on the dirt floor of the shed,
then bobbing her head up and down upon it, something that she had
never done before but wanted to please her handsome young lover.

While little Tommy lay on his back, holding up the milk bottle
that his mother had left in the playpen, he sucked avidly to take
in the nourishing fluid.  Not very far away, in the tool shed,
his pretty mother was also sucking avidly, determined to get a
taste of the nourishment that awaited her.  Little Tommy looked
towards the shed as he drank from his bottle, his attention drawn
by the loud slurping sounds and the teenage male's voice groaning
"Ahhh, Mrs. Hinton ...................ah, yeahhhhhhhhh
......................oh, God .....................cummingggggg!
Ahhhhh, yeah .....................eat it ................eat it
all, Mrs. Hinton!"

Lying back on his bed in the dorm room, still beating his meat as
he reminisced, Skipper's mind then pictured the beautiful
brunette that he managed to seduce and fuck a few weeks before
leaving for State U. Visualizing the long black hair of Mrs. Lori
Wesson, wife of the city councilman, the 33 year-old 5'4" 114 lb.
beauty had been hoping to start their family and Skipper was only
too happy to be of help.  Cutting the Wessons' lawn on three
different occasions, then taking on the added side job of
cleaning the large pool in the backyard, Skipper couldn't help
but to eye up the long slender legs of the councilman's beautiful
wife of just two years.

With Mrs. Wesson lying on the lounge chair sunning herself,
Skipper knew that those lovely eyes hiding behind the sunglasses
were focused on him.   Wiping his forehead, pretending the heat
was getting to him, he politely asked "Mrs. Wesson, would you
mind if I took off my shirt? It's getting a bit hot out?"  As
expected, Mrs. Wesson replied "Of course not, Skipper!  Go right
ahead and make yourself comfortable!"

Then Mrs. Wesson added in "If you want, go ahead and take a dip
in the pool!"  Skipper was cagey, playing the bashful teen as he
replied "Thanks ................but that wouldn't be right!" 
Indeed he had taken the right approach, especially when Mrs.
Wesson advised "Oh, Skipper ...............don't be so silly!  In
fact, I'm going to take a dip ............and I insist that you
join me ..............this very instant!"  Skipper smiled as he
watched her get up from the chair and dive into the pool.

Pulling off his t-shirt, Skipper dove in after her, purposely
surfacing ever so close to the beautiful woman.  For Lori Wesson,
there was no denying that fact that this teen did something to
her, especially being so handsome and being the hero of the
community for his exploits on the football field.  She had merely
invited him into the pool to be friendly, not wanting to seem
uppity just because she was married to the city councilman who
headed the City Council itself.  But with the teen heartthrob so
close to her in the pool, Lori began to regret making the
invitation.

Threading water, backpedaling a bit, Lori couldn't seem to put
any distance between her and the handsome stud.  She indeed had
been moving backwards but Skipper was smiling and staring her in
the eyes as he pursued her through the water.  Then she could
backpedal no further as she bumped up against the side of the
pool.  Panting, unable to utter a word of protest as she thread
water, only to have the teenager grasping her by the buttocks and
planting a passionate kiss upon her lips.

Standing over a foot taller than the lovely beauty, Skipper could
easily stand at this location of the pool as he pinned the
councilman's wife up against the side of the pool.  With the kiss
ended, he lifted her up so her breasts were at water level, then
bent down and bit her left nipple through the fabric of her pink
bikini top.  Next he bit into her right breast, bringing a yelp
of both pain and pleasure from the beautiful woman.

Only after tearing away her bikini panties did Skipper hear any
type of protest from the lovely Mrs. Wesson, who now tried to
push at his chest while pleading "Please
.....................please ...............I
.................I've never cheated on my husband before!" 
Confident and cocksure of himself, Skipper smiled at the beauty's
panic, held her butt tightly as he edged under her a bit and then
speared his upright cock right up into her tight cunny.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh ............................ahhhhh, God
...................ahhhhhh .....................oh, Godddd
.....................you're so bigggggggggggg!" Lori shuddered,
grasping the top of the teen's broad shoulders as he skewered his
lengthy cock up into her.  'Oh, God ...............he's raping
me!' she told herself, yet her subconscious merely told her
'Raping you ............my ass!  Shit, you haven't taken your
eyes of the stud each time he came to mow the lawn!  And who
dreamt up the side job of the pool cleaning, with you flaunting
your charms for him to ogle?  Shit, you were just asking to be
fucked ...................and you're now getting your wish!'

"Oh, Mrs. Wesson ................you're so tighttttttttt!  Damn,
you're skinning my cock!  Ohhhhhhhh .........................I
hear the Councilman doesn't want you to work so you can start
raising a family!  Can I be of help in any
..................way?" Skipper taunted as he thrust up into the
quivering beauty.   "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii
......................ahhhhhhh!" came the shrill of a response as
he embedded his cock fully up into her.  "In ..........any
...........wayyyyyy!" Skipper groaned as he banged up against her
cervix.

With the beautiful woman's arms tightly wrapped around his next
and her sexy legs wrapped around his waist, Skipper jostled the
delirious beauty up and down in the water.  "You want some help
getting in the family way, Mrs. Wesson?" Skipper asked tauntingly
as he moved her up and down upon his upright pole.  "How would
you like me to help you out?" he asked, thrusting up into her
once again.

"Yes ........................yes ......................ahhhhhh,
yes ......................please ................please
.....................do it!" Lori panted out in desperation. 
"What do you want me to do, Mrs. Wesson?" she heard the handsome
stud tauntingly ask.  "Bastard ..................fuck me
....................fuck me, you bastard!  Cum
.................cum in me ......................give me your
little bastard!" Lori cried out as she jogged herself upon and
down upon his pleasure giving shaft.  "Oh, God
.......................oh, God ......................ahhhhhhhhh
.....................I ..............................I'm
cummingggggggggggggg!" she shuddered as uncontrolled spasms
rocked her body.

Pulling the delirious beauty tightly to him, Skipper lunged up to
bury himself completely into her, moaning "Oh, Mrs. Wesson
....................here it is ........................here it is
............................here I cum you sexy little bitch
.................ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Spurt after spurt, Skipper
sent his hot potent seed splashing up into the fertile womb of
the beautiful woman.   Having emptied his balls, he chuckled
"Tell the Councilman you earned him my vote ..............that's
for sure!  Got to make sure he stays in office and earn those big
bucks to take care of our little kiddie!"

Leaning her back against the side of the pool, his cock
continuing to ooze out its potent seed, Skipper leaned against
the petite beauty to recuperate from the fantastic fuck.  Finally
recovering to a point where he could feel his cock beginning to
revive a bit, Skipper untied the beauty's arms and legs from him,
then turned her about in the water.  As Mrs. Wesson was in a
fucked out state too, she was forced to grasp the drainage rail
that ran along the edge of the pool to keep from sinking.

Hanging on the pool's edge, letting her body float limply on the
water, Lori then felt Skipper moving between her legs, spreading
them further apart in the process.  In total awe from the
fantastic fuck, Lori looked forward to being sent up into the
heavens once again.  But panic set in all at once when Skipper
grasped her asscheeks and spread them apart, then felt his once
again hard cockhead seeking entrance.  Only this time, Lori
realized just where the cocksure teen was intent on shoving it,
right up her virgin ass.  "No ..................no
..................just what do you think you're doing?" she
panicked.

"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ..............................stop
.....................stoppppppppp .....................it
hurtsssssssssssssssss!" the lovely Mrs. Wesson wailed out loud,
all to Skipper's delight.  In only a short three inches, Skipper
reared back till just his cockhead was captured, then sent his
cock ripping through her tender virgin flesh.  "Godddddddd
.....................oh, Goddddddddddddd
.........................stopppppppppppppp!" came the agonized
wail.  The excitement coursing through his blood as he tore her a
new asshole, Skipper slammed in and out of her tight ass at
jackhammer speed, then began shoot out his hot soothing balm to
coat her torn flesh.

Collapsing forward on the soft slender back of the sobbing
beauty, Skipper's hands moved up from her trim hips to push up
her bikini top. Then he began to thumb her thick pouting nipples,
whispering in her ear "Oh, Mrs. Wesson ....................the
Councilman sure got himself a sweet little piece of ass!  I'll be
back next week and we can make more sweet music together!"  As he
backed away, Skipper could not help but chuckle as the sniffling
woman responded with "You bastard!"  But he knew that she
wouldn't put up much of a fuss the next week as he now
deliberately planned on buggering her again.

Picturing the four beauties, supposedly so innocent and faithful
to the man they respectively married, Skipper stroked his near
bursting cock as he fantasized the beautiful women in his mind. 
Only the images being formed in his mind at this particular
moment was not as he had last seen each beauty that past summer,
but how they each must have appeared recently, in their ninth
month of pregnancy and ready to pop with his little bastard baby.

Skipper chuckled, picturing the proud and beaming husband
alongside his very pregnant wife.  He was certain that the smile
on each man's face would quickly disappear if he learned that the
big bulge in his wife's belly was the result of his so-called
precious and 'faithful' wife being seduced by a teenage stud and
gotten knocked-up in the process.  Wanking himself, Skipper then
dreamt of the upcoming summer where he'd have two and a half
months of seeing to it that each of the babies had a little
brother or sister to play with by the next spring.

The four women that he had dreamt about tonight was not in the
order of his successful conquests but in the order of him reading
or hearing of them giving birth to a baby ...........his baby! 
With his parents sending him copies of the hometown's weekly
tribune, Skipper managed to keep up with all the happenings back
home.  There was first a picture of the middle school's 7th grade
class gathered in the parking lot of the local hospital, holding
up a large sign reading 'Congratulations!'  Beneath the picture,
the caption explained that Mrs. Wallace class had all gather at
the hospital parking lot so their teacher could see them as they
congratulated her on having just given birth to a healthy 6 � lb.
baby boy.

A few days later, an email message was on his computer, sent by
his good buddy Greg Foster who was at a college eighty miles
south.  The message read 'Hey Skipper!  Guess what?  I'm a big
brother again!  My dad just called me to say that my mom just
gave birth to a baby girl last night!'   Then, with the arrival
of the next issue of the tribune, Skipper smiled upon seen the
announcement in the vital statistics, listing the birth of a 6 lb
4 oz baby boy to Rob and Cathi Hinton.  Next came the headlines
of the following week's tribune, showing Councilman Wesson
passing out cigars and lollipops to his constituents with each
having a pink ribbon on it to announce 'It's a Girl!'

Of course, not all of Skipper's conquest resulted in such
consequences, but these were the first four of the eight total
birth announcements he had read or heard about in the past couple
months.  Having wanked off to the image of the first four with
their watermelon sized bellies, he'd reminisce about the last
four tomorrow night in bed.  With an extra month this summer,
Skipper wondered if he could produce a full dozen by next spring.
 He chuckled in thinking 'Shit, half of the kindergarten class
five years from now will be step-brothers and sisters.


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