Impregnorium - No Condoms, No Pills, No Pulling Out!

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Misty comes across as the typical American housewife. She is an attractive brunette, slender and firm in all the right places. Her eyes are a seductive brown that accentuates her bronze skin tanned by the Florida sun. Misty has been blessed with naturally large breasts. At her 23 years of age, she is a young man’s fancy and an old man’s dream. She spends most of her days in a tiny bikini tanning in the backyard. She often wonders how many times the neighbor jerks off to her tight young body lying spread eagle and glistening with oil. Dean, her husband, loves everything about her. He is a great husband who always takes care of her both emotionally and romantically. They aren’t the richest of people, but he treats her to getting her nails done regularly and occasionally a pedicure. Dean loves to watch her relaxing and being pampered at the Nail Salon. He remarked on more than one occasion how beautiful she looks as she sits back, eyes closed, her feet being gently massaged. He always sees her as the perfect picture of womanhood, flawless from her shimmering dark hair to her petite soft feet. Dean always had a thing for feet, not necessarily a fetish, but an attraction or gage of sorts. Dean has always told her no matter how attractive a woman might be, true perfection must include nice hands and feet. To Dean the simplicity of a just a pretty face or sexy body is selling something short. But then again that is Dean for you. He is an all or nothing type of guy. He does nothing in his life half-assed. It is due to Dean’s perfectionist outlook on things that when he tells her she is sexy-incarnate that she believes it without a doubt. She knows she has all of him. She has his heart, his body, and his fantasies. It is these fantasies she is going to fulfill.
Dean has been notified that his Army Reserve unit is activated and he will be gone for six to nine months. Dean will be shipping out in a week from this Monday. Misty dreads the idea of him leaving for so long. She knows their relationship can handle the separation, but she is going to miss the great sex they have together. She is going to miss the fun in the bedroom especially since she stopped taking the Pill in attempts to get pregnant. She finds something exciting about Dean blowing his load deep in her pussy and not knowing if that is the “one” that will do it. Misty knows it is this not knowing that causes her to repeatedly orgasm back to back during their recent fuck sessions. She also knows it is that fact Dean doesn’t know she is off the Pill which turns her on so much. Not taking the Pill is her little secret. She planned to tell him, but is afraid he may tell her to start taking it again.
Misty feels sorry for Dean because the only sex he will be having will be from his fist, and he will have to find a place to do in secret. It is due to the thought of him spanking his monkey that she came up with a plan. She is going to give him enough mental pictures of her, doing nasty things, to keep his pecker hard for as long as he will be deployed. She knows he has an appetite for sex, but isn‘t sure what he truly fantasizes about. He has a stash of dirty stories, movies, and spends time while she is away going to sex sites on the Internet. She doesn‘t mind his little perverted alone time because it never affects his devotion to her. The only references he ever makes to her about these things are that none of the women compare to her sexually so it isn‘t that big of a turn-on for him. She decides it was time to explore exactly what Dean is reading and watching. She only has a short time left to put this plan into action. Dean has an all or nothing attitude, and now it is Misty’s turn to do the same. She will discover his hidden desires and perform them, and she tells herself it doesn’t matter how perverted. She will do this, she can do this, and strange to her she wants this. Is it she wants to make her husband happy or is it something burning in her repressed by the societal norms. She doesn’t know for sure, but she finds her getting hornier the more she wonders what she will discover in Dean’s pornographic archives.
Misty decides she will start to go through Dean’s things as soon as he leaves for work Monday morning. She figures a week is enough time to get a good idea of what he desires. So she plans for the upcoming weekend to spring his surprise on him and drain his dick repeatedly of hot cum which she is beginning to crave as much as he enjoys giving it. She spends the week going to the computer and viewing the history. It appears he goes to some foot fetish sites, some female flashing/exhibitionist sites, and different story sites. The story sites are difficult to determine what Dean is reading as there are to many categories of topics. It is time to raid the magazines in the shed. She heads to the backyard wearing her skimpy bikini more out of daily habit than anything else. She enters the shed leaving the large door open for light. It is here she find what she is searching for. She discovers stories printed from the Net. Almost all the stories involve group sex, gangbangs, and wives with other men. Does or will Dean want to see her gangbanged or with another man she wonders. She finds movies with titles ranging from up-skirt and hidden cams to internal cumshots. Does Dean want to see cum running out of her pussy? He has seen his own quite often, but does he want to see another man’s cum? As she questions Dean’s desires she finds a distinct tingling between her thighs. She is going to need sex and quick. She reads the stories completely. As she reads she begins to realize exactly what Dean means in his statements to her about the material. He tells her they aren’t really a turn-on because the women don’t compare to her, but if it was she in the stories that must mean they will be a big, big turn-on for him. She is getting wetter and wetter as she thinks about Dean playing with himself wishing his wife is the subject of the stories. Misty finds herself wishing she was the character in the stories. She really needs sex now. It isn’t going to be able to wait. She slides her hand down the front of her bikini bottoms.
She is shocked to discover her pussy became so wet her bottoms are soaked completely through. She knows she is in the tiny shed with the large door open, but she doesn’t care. She needs to release this building sexual desire by orgasm. Without hesitation she pushes her bottoms to the floor. She furiously fingers her cunt with her eyes closed. Visions flash through her mind. Visions of her and Dean, her and Dean in a public park, her and another man, her and two other men run through her mind. Cravings and desires spread through her brain like a wild fire. She is getting close. The orgasm is building up deep within her. She moves and shifts in the shed trying to get better position and angle at her burning cunt. She turns so she was facing directly out of the shed leaning back on the riding mower. She hears a noise startling her and opening her eyes she sees Mr. Johnson, the neighbor, staring at her from her own patio bench. She is too far-gone to stop. She wonders how long has he been watching her. This brings out a new level of excitement in her. She actually is getting even hotter because she is being watched. As if on cue she nods in his direction and he releases his hard-on from his shorts. She doesn’t close her eyes now. Her eyes are locked on him stroking his hard cock watching her fuck herself. She slams three fingers inside her dripping cunt. All the times she wondered if he jerks off to her sunbathing, now is time to watch him jerk off to her. She is doing everything she can not to cum now. She wants it to build. She wants to hold it until she sees him shoot his load all over her plastic lawn chair. Just as she breaks down into a violent orgasm, she sees the first squirt of sticky cum shoot from the head of Mr. Johnson’s cock. Her knees buckle under such an extreme orgasm. This is the most erotic thing she has done ever in her life, but this is a beginning she wants more. This is just the doorway into her deepest desires. Mr. Johnson replaces his cock and disappears as silently as he arrived. Misty walking back to the house with her bikini bottoms in her hand has to stop and see the load of cum that has was puddled on her chair. Mr. Johnson has some how managed to deposit all of it in one spot. She scoops up what she can in her hand. She stuffs cum soaked fingers deep into her pussy. It sends waves of desire through her as she feels the slick coating of cum in her pussy, cum that is from a man other than her husband. She doubts her quick finger fuck with cum soaked hands can get her pregnant but the fear excites her anyway. Maybe soon Dean will be fucking a load of cum deposited in her pussy or so she hopes. She knows it will have to be by a man that can’t get her pregnant, but she knows of none at this time.
It is now Saturday morning. The weekend is finally here and time to put her plan into action. She finally presses Dean about the pornography he has. She comes right out and asks him if he wants to see her fuck other men. She gives no indication she will and tries to give the impression even if asked she will not. Dean admits to her he often fantasizes about her being with other men. Dean says just knowing she has been fucked would be enough even if he doesn’t get to watch. “So you would be happy fucking my pussy just knowing it was cum filled”, she asks him. He answers, “Yes”, but insists he will never ask her to do it and doesn’t want her to be mad at him. She reassures him she is not mad, but adds she wouldn’t do it even if asked. She asks him about the exhibitionist materials he has. The only answer he has is it is a turn-on thinking about her doing it. Again, she says nothing just listening to his answers. She lets the conversation drop having the answers she wants.
Misty goes upstairs mustering up the courage to fulfill both of their burning desires. She dresses in one of her short, short summer dress. She reaches into the panty drawer, but changes her mind. No panties are the way this day is going to go. She returns downstairs wearing Dean’s favorite pair of high-healed shoes which wrap around the top of her ankle. He asks her what she has in mind for this day. She asks him to take her to the local mall. She tells him she really wants to get her nails done again and wants to get there before many customers show up. Dean happily agrees and off they go. Driving in the car everything appears normal to Dean, and Misty is making sure he has no idea about her plans. Today is her day to take him by surprise. They talk about work, the weather, and how Dean is leaving in a week for the Mid-East. Talking about Dean’s leaving is not high on Misty lists of things to talk about, but today is the day to do the talking. It further motivates Misty to follow through with her plans.
Arriving at the mall, Misty and Dean go directly to the Nail Salon she always uses. Misty likes this place. The people are nice enough and most importantly all the employees are young oriental men. Misty makes like the same ole-same ole. Misty chooses a deep seductive pink color. She has her nails done as Dean patiently waits like normal. As the finishing touches are being done to her nails, Misty begins to get a little nervous and she can feel her heart pounding in her throat. She wonders if she can really go through with what she wants to do next. He loves my feet she told herself. He loves watching me get a pedicure. She turns to Dean and asks if since they are there could she just go ahead and get a pedicure. Misty makes sure to point out the color of her nails clashes with her green painted toenails. Without thinking Dean says, “Sure go ahead, better than making two trips”. It is as Misty stands that Dean remembers the skirt. Has she forgotten she is wearing such a short skirt he wonders. Will she change her mind?
Misty removes her shoes and sits down in the pedicure chair. As the water fills the bath, Misty sits with her knees pressed together. Dean moves so he is sitting in front of Misty and directly behind where the man will soon be sitting. Dean marvels at the beauty in Misty’s legs. Soon the man returns and turns off the water. It is now time to start. Misty brings her legs around to soak her feet in the bath. Dean’s attention could not have been broken from Misty’s legs if the place was on fire. The man raises one of Misty’s feet and begins to massage it. Misty with her heart now racing begins to relax. She sits back pretending her eyes are closed, but intently watches Dean. She notices Dean is getting a hard-on in his shorts. That tent pole is visible a mile away, and damn she hasn’t even started doing anything yet.
The man places the foot he is working on to the side of the bath to dry. This causes her legs to spread slightly. The man removes the other foot from the bath to massage that one and this did it. Her legs spreading further apart. Dean’s eyes about jump out of his head as he sees that she is wearing no panties. Dean also knows that if he can see her pussy from were he is than the man doing the pedicure has a front row seat. Misty sees Dean’s reaction as he makes his discovery. She also sees his hand fly to his erect cock trying to control it. She laughs to herself, “It’s working great, sweetheart, just wait to see what is to come”. She spreads her legs wider exposing her closely shaven pussy completely to Dean and the man caring for her feet. She notices her pussy getting wet and wonders if the man doing her feet can smell her femininity.
Misty closes her eyes completely now. Her mind is focusing on the sounds around her. In Misty’s ears it appears her sense of hearing is heightened by the sexual arousal she is feeling. She hears the sounds of the mall and the footsteps passing the salon. As if almost uncontrollable, her legs spread wider and wider. She fantasizes about men walking past her in the chair becoming erect as they view her exposed pussy. She feels the ever-increasing wetness between her exposed thighs. She is both afraid and turned on at the thought of her pussy actually leaking her wetness for the pedicurist to see. She marvels at how incredibly excited she is getting by exposing her womanhood to any person that chooses to view it. She fantasizes further about a crowd of men staring at her. And this crowd of horny men all wants to fuck her.
She stays in this position for the entire pedicure. Dean seems do get more and more aroused at the fact a strange man has his face just inches from Misty’s beautiful cunt. The only thing Dean doesn’t know is Misty is doing this deliberately. She is doing it for his pleasure which is resulting in her own pleasure. Dean wonders to himself if she knows her pussy can be seen by anybody walking past the salon. He isn’t sure if he should tell her about this afterwards. He is afraid he will embarrass her or get in trouble for not stopping her. Truth be told, Dean has no intention of stopping her during the pedicure. The sight of his wife, legs spread wide, with a man between them is exciting to Dean. Dean can feel his pre-cum leaking from the head of his erect cock that is trapped in his khaki shorts. He wishes he could just take it out and release his pent up load of cum.
Misty is brought back to earth hearing the man tell her she is finished. Misty, opening her eyes and looking down at the man in front of her, realizes exactly how far she has spread her knees apart. “Oh my,” she thinks. Her knees are as far apart as humanly possible and her skirt has ridden up her thighs to her hips. Upon closing her knees and standing, she notices three teenage boys across the mall sitting at a bench. They smile at her and get up to leave. “Have fun banging your girlfriends tonight boys”, she chuckles to herself. She knows at least three more males have seen her pussy. She wishes she knew for sure exactly how many men in total have seen her. She is happy knowing five have seen her including her husband. She is also happy her husband still has an uncontrollable erection between his legs.
The pedicure finished, Dean and Misty pay the bill departing the mall as if nothing happened. Dean is too nervous to mention anything to Misty about what he just witnessed her do. He sure as hell is still thinking about it though and carries a raging hard-on all the way back to the car. Dean wishes he could bang her right here in the parking lot, but Dean knows his wife and knows she would never go for such a thing. Misty acts as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. She does not want to let her husband have any clues that her behavior today will be any different than any other day. She wants to keep him guessing, keep his mind racing with questions, and keep his erections coming and going without the release of an orgasm. She wants his desires and needs for her pussy to build until he can take no more.
Driving home from the mall, Misty asks Dean if he would like to stop somewhere and have a drink. Misty again tries to make sure to play along with the normal activities of their lives. It is not uncommon for the two of them to stop a drink or two during the early afternoon on Saturdays. They both dislike the crowded Florida club scenes that are filled with drunken vacationers. They prefer a quite atmosphere where they can have a drink in peace and just enjoy each other’s company. Misty has a particular place in mind to stop for the drinks. It is a place they have only stopped in twice before. It is a rather dingy joint, but has a nice deck that overlooks a golf course. It appears to have been a rather thriving biker bar at one time, but the introduction of the adjoining golf course seems to clash with the bikers’ idea of fun. Misty chooses this place because the two times before it always had a bunch of single men and she was always the only woman there. She isn’t sure what she is going to do there, but she knows it will be something to drive Dean nuts.
Entering the bar, Misty’s predictions are right. The bar has about ten men drinking their beers escaping the increasing Florida heat. She is once again the only female present in the establishment. Her short skirt showing off her beautiful legs catches the attention of all the men at the bar. Dean and Misty order a couple beers and head to the back deck. They are alone on the deck except for the golfers off in the distance. They sit and talk for a while. As they talk both of their minds drifted back to the earlier events at the mall. Both are becoming very horny at remembering what had happened. Dean looks at his wife in a new light. He has always enjoyed making love to her, but at this point the wants to fuck her. He wants to fuck her as if she was a slut. He wants her as if she was one of the women he has secretly wanted her to be from his adult stories. His desires are growing and Misty can see it in his eyes. Misty wants to keep this animal lust growing in him. She sits contemplating what she can do at this bar. What means are at her disposal to go even further than she had at the salon?
Misty excuses herself saying she has to go to the ladies room. Dean follows her inside and orders two more beers. As Misty heads towards the bathroom, Dean tells her he will be waiting on the deck for her to return. As Misty approaches the ladies room, she notices a man on the payphone directly across the hall from the door. She assesses this man. He is an average looking man of around 35 with brown hair and needing a shave. She catches him staring at her as she approaches. For fun, Misty winks at him and he blows her a kiss as Misty walks towards the ladies room. Misty wonders if this man can some how be used in her further endeavors to fuck with her husband’s mind. Can this man do something to help push her husband’s questions about her even deeper into perversion? Misty pauses as she begins to open the door. She turns back to look at this man just to make sure he is still staring at her. He is and Misty thinks this might be a good thing.
Inside the bathroom Misty really doesn’t need to relieve herself. She just tells Dean that so she can come inside. She thinks back to things Dean has told her that morning. She remembers him saying it would be an extreme turn-on for him to just know that another man has fucked her. She goes to the wall where the condom dispenser is located and removes 75 cents from her purse. She purchases the condom and holds it in her hand. She wants to ask the man she can still hear on the phone to come into the ladies room and fuck her right there. She knows she has better use a condom since she stopped taking the Pill a while ago. She figures she will just fuck this guy and tell Dean about it later. But the more she thinks about the risks, the more and more turned on she is getting. She remembers her stuffing the neighbors cum into her pussy earlier that week and how it had made her feel. How slutty she felt as strange a man’s cum coated her pussy lips. She wants to feel that sensation again. She wants to feel unfamiliar cum coating all of her pussy, both inside and out. Also, she wants Dean to discover she has been fucked or guess she has been fucked. She doesn’t want to just come out and tell him. She wants him to keep guessing. Walking to the bathroom door, she tosses the condom into the garbage. She opens the door and gestures for the man to enter with her. He abruptly ends his phone call and does as requested.
The strange man begins to introduce himself. Misty cuts him off telling him she doesn’t need or want to know his name. She tells him she does not have much time. She knows Dean will soon start to wonder where she is. Misty is burning with lust now as her heart begins to race again. Her mind swims in a sea of thoughts, fear, desire, cock, cum, fear, no turning back. Misty knows it has to be now. She also knows once she starts this she can not stop it. There is no turning back from what she is about to do. Misty flips her skirt up over her ass as she turns to lean on the sink. She exposes her bare ass to this strange man as she spreads her legs in an offering. Misty tells this stranger he can fuck her right here, right now. She tells him she does not have time for formalities, doesn’t have time for foreplay, and doesn’t have time for anything but a quick fuck.
The man quickly drops his pants and shuffles up behind her with his erect cock in his hand. Misty closes her eyes getting more and more nervous as she hears the man approach her exposed pussy. She feels the first touch of his hand upon the soft skin of her ass. Like electric shocks she feels the man’s touch ripple her overly sensitive flesh. She feels the heat from the head of his cock as it comes increasingly closer to her now saturated cunt. She feels the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She still has time. She can still back out from doing this. She still can put a stop to the cock that is about to intrude into her most precious of places. Still she holds her position. Her lust is beginning to take hold of her and any thoughts of the consequences are replaced with the need to be fucked. She pushes back against the cock behind her. She feels the head begin to part her slick lips. It is right where she wants it. With a great push the man buries his cock deep in her to his balls.
Misty fucks this man in a fevering pace. She feels her skin getting moist with sweat even though the air conditioning in the bar is set to high. She feels the cock pounding in and out of her pussy. She feels an orgasm building deep in her soul. She knows at this pace the man will not be able to hold back for long. She doesn’t want him to either. She wants to feel her pussy as it floods with cum. She finds herself verbally begging this man to fuck her, fuck her hard, and cum in her. She hears herself saying the words, “ Please shoot your load in me. I need your cum. I want your cum leaking out of me, oh please, please fuck that load into me.” She realizes she had not seen this man’s cock. She has no idea what it looks like. She just knows the way it feels pounding her cunt. This turns her on even more. She feels a much needed sensation growing in her. She is getting close to orgasm and unlike with the neighbor she isn’t going to wait. Her orgasm rips through her. She enjoys it immensely. She is satisfied for now. She hears the man begin to grunt. His pace is becoming erratic. She knows he is close to cumming. She reminds him how much she wants his load in her. In a tense voice the stranger announces he was cumming. She feels his sperm coat the inner walls of her pussy. To Misty’s surprise, she lets loose another orgasm. The man holds his cock in her as she feels his cock pulsating the last remaining drops of cum into her willing vagina. The deed is done. Misty can not take it back, and will have a hard time hiding it from Dean even if she tries to.
The stranger leaves the ladies room and Misty follows a bit behind. Misty notices a flyer on the wall about a camping/party get-together for later this evening at a secluded campground just outside of their town. Misty removes the flyer and puts it into her purse. To her surprise the man she just screwed heads straight out of the bar. She is glad he doesn’t hang around afterward. His usefulness is finished and she doesn’t need him getting in the way of her and Dean. Misty heads past the bar towards the deck. She can see Dean sitting at the table. She notices he only has a few sips gone from his beer. She is happy to find the whole fuck session must have taken less time then expected. She grabs her beer and goes to stand at the railing of the deck. Dean follows suit and they stand watching the golfers. Dean jokingly asks if everything came out ok in the bathroom. Misty laughs.
Misty turns to face Dean. She keeps on talking to him as if nothing has just happened to her. She is surprised at how relaxed she is talking to her husband after just getting fucked a moment before. Then she feels it beginning to happen. She feels the first droplets of the freshly placed cum begin to leak from the open pussy. Misty knows with no panties cum will be free to run where it wants to. She doesn’t care. She wants it to slowly leak from her freshly fucked pussy. She feels it begin to run down her inner thigh. Slowly it runs lower and lower. Soon it will reach the hemline of her already short skirt. Her anticipation of when this man juice will come into view is driving her crazy. She parts her legs slightly so as not to interfere with the dripping cum. She feels the steady line of cum getting close to her inner knee. She knows it was in view now, but can not look down at it herself. Strangely, she feels what is like an orgasm beginning in her just from knowing her husband is bound to discover the leak from her pussy.
Dean turnd to face her. He continues to talk, but just isn’t looking in the right direction. Misty has to somehow get his attention in the right area. Misty loosens her shoe on the foot that isn’t on the leg having cum running down it. She removes her shoe and raises her foot wiggling her toes for Dean. “So does the pink make my toes look sexy for you, honey?” she asks him. This causes Dean to stare at her foot, which he already had a thing for. He doesn’t need excuses to look at her feet. Dean begins to get hard again as he thinks about how her pretty toes were painted. He slowly admires his beautiful wife’s legs. His eyes start at the bottom of the leg that has the shoe still on it and works upward. He looks at her ankle, her calf, and her knee. “What the hell is that on the inside of her knee“, he asks himself. Misty knows by his stare that he finally sees what he is sure to know is cum. Dean is staring intently. His mind fills with questions. Is he seeing what he thinks he is seeing? Is he seeing what he thinks he wants to see? Dean knows once again he can not come out and ask. If he was wrong about what he thinks he is seeing, Misty will never let him forget it. He certainly does not want to start a fight. He thinks he knows his wife, or does he? He is left trying to figure it out on his own. He hopes for it to be what he wants. Maybe it is sweat from the heat and his mind is just over active after seeing his wife’s exposed pussy at the salon. He is boiling with desire. His cock is like a stick of dynamite ready to explode at the slightest spark.
Now that Misty is sure he has seen cum running down her legs, she is amazed at how horny her husband is acting. She is surprised he has not asked about it yet. She figures he must not be sure, but his hard-on is obvious. She knows he must suspect it to be cum though. She is glad to be doing this to her husband. Now matter what she does, it is the fact she is making her husband so horny that she becomes even hornier. She feels more cum leaking out of her. Dean is still trying to talk to her, but his eyes keep drifting to her legs and feet. Misty feels cum at the opening of her pussy. She knows by how much has leaked out there must be more inside her. Feeling herself becoming extremely bold, she tightens her muscles and pushes just as Dean looks down again. A large gob of sperm is pushed from her pussy and lands on the ground between her feet. Dean almost spits his sip of beer out as he watches the drop hit the deck. Misty watches the front of his shorts getting damp. She has made him shoot off in his shorts without even touching him. She smiles at him and asks if the beer went down the wrong pipe as if she is not responsible for making him gag. Dean now wants to ask his wife so badly, but is still afraid of being wrong. If it isn’t cum, what is it? His mind races with alternatives to it being cum. Oh how badly he wants it to be cum.
Misty pulls the flyer from her purse and shows it to Dean. She asks him if he wants to go there for the party. He tells her that they don’t have time to get camping stuff together. Misty says that is all right and points out the flyer indicates the campground has open-air shelters that can be used, but will be shared by others at the sites. She also points out a minimal entrance fee that includes an open bar. Dean agrees they can go. Dean really isn’t interested in the camping or the party. He is motivated by the chance that he might get to fuck his beautiful wife in the woods just beyond where everybody is partying. His mind flashes with the visions of her exposing her pussy, and possibly leaking cum. He is growing more and more with the need to fuck her like a slut. He may be wrong and the flashing was accidental. He may be wrong and that might not of been cum dripping from her pussy. He doesn’t care. He wants to be right. He wants his wife to act like a slut. He wants to ravish her like never before.
Dean and Misty follow the directions to the campground. It is getting later in the afternoon and the sun will be setting soon. Driving for Dean is no treat either. He has a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. He keeps looking at the dried line running down Misty’s leg. Misty, on the other hand, pays no attention to her legs, or so she makes Dean think. She realizes Dean is still full of doubts and fears to speak about what he thinks he saw. He is glad however that his shorts are drying as well. He is embarrassed by his accident and doesn’t want Misty to notice. Dean is again beginning to be unable to control his pecker. It is developing a mind of its own. They turn off of the main road and follow a dirt road deep into the woods. They come to the parking area. Dean asks Misty of they needed anything. Misty responds with a wink, “Just me”. They lock the car and walk to the entrance. Dean pays the fee and in they go.
They walk around the campground for a while just taking in the surroundings. Misty can’t help but notice the groups of guys that have come camping together. There are different groups of men in different locations around the campground. With the free booze that is being provided by the campground, it is becoming very familiar to Misty and Dean that offers of drinks are being offered at almost every campsite they walk past. After every site it seems, they are saying no thank you or maybe we will be by later. Misty and Dean go to the bar and grab a bottle of rum for themselves. They take turns passing it back and forth between them. They head to the area where the free shelters are located. They want to see where they might sleep in the event they drink too much to drive back to town. They find the most secluded shelter. It is definitely off the main path and faces away from the main campground. The shelter though is in a close distance to a bathroom. Dean likes this one and wants to stake claim to it. Dean wants it because he figures he can get his wife to have sex with him just outside of it in the woods. There is sign up sheet for the shelter. The shelter will sleep twelve. Misty and Dean’s names fill the last two open spots on the list. Misty notices all ten other names on the list are men. No women here she thinks to herself.
Misty and Dean begin to socialize around the campground. They meet different people from different sites. All share in the festivities and booze. Dean is beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol he is consuming. He notices the booze is having an effect on his cock that he doesn’t want. He realizes it has been about 15 minutes from his last hard-on. “Damn”, he thinks, “that’s the longest I’ve gone soft all day”. Misty and Dean head back to the bar for another bottle of rum. Misty is obviously feeling the effects of the booze and is clinging on Dean. She is sucking his neck and telling him how much she wants him. She may have been drunk, but had the consciousness to tell him he will have to wait until they got home. She still doesn’t want to let him in on anything just yet. She figures she can sneak him into the woods and whisper what she has done in his ear just before he cums in her. They decide to take the bottle of rum back to the shelter and see if they can meet their shelter-mates for this night.
Returning to the shelter, they discover all the other shelter occupants are there. They have started a nice fire outside the shelter and are hanging out drinking and listening to music. Dean and Misty introduce themselves. It turns out the group of guys have all come together from a local college. Misty asks if they mind Dean and she joining them as this appears to be private get-together. They all say the more the merrier and ask Dean and Misty to join them at the fire. Misty and Dean pull up a seat and begin talking with the group. They make their introductions. Misty notices all the eyes of these young men trained on her beauty, and the ones across from her trying to sneak a peek up her skirt. Not to let these young men down, she parts her legs slightly to tease just a little more. Her and Dean share in the drinks that are being passed around. The alcohol is making Misty even boulder. She now openly spreads her legs in her short skirt. Dean dismisses this as intoxication. Dean also doesn’t mind if they indulge themselves in Misty’s beauty. One of Misty’s favorite songs begins to play and she gets up to dance around the fire.
Dancing around the fire for these obviously horny men begin to excite Misty. Her dancing becomes more and more seductive. She starts lifting her skirt higher with each turn. Dean is shocked at his wife’s behavior, but can’t put a stop to it. He is getting as aroused as these young men are getting. Misty is pushing all the right buttons on all these men. Her skirt is creeping higher until she shows her ass to one of them. The hooting and hollering is driving Misty to keep going. The song ends and Misty sits back down as nonchalantly as she stood to dance. Her legs however are spread eagle. It appears all ten of the men adjusted their seats to be sitting across from her. Dean feels the urge to relieve himself and departs to the bathroom. Misty thinks this the perfect time to get something started with these strapping young men.
Misty begins to think of the load that was deposited in her earlier. That load was a risk worth taking to shock her husband. She convinces herself that the one load pumped into her wasn’t get her pregnant. But these are ten guys and will be at least ten loads. This risk is too much to take. The odds that all ten of these guys have condoms is also beyond probability. If she is to be gangbanged, she knows it will be done with cum being pumped into her. The more she thinks about at least ten loads being pumped deep into her pussy, the more she gets excited again. Her mind begins to envision amounts of sperm that will be leaking from her used pussy. The amounts that will be running down her legs, pooling under her ass. Oh how she wants it, but can’t possibly go through with it. She tries to convince herself it is wrong to go that far. The thought of Dean enters her mind again. She is doing all this for him. It started out that way at least. She did want to give this to him, but she also wants this for herself. She is getting wet again. She did know that for certain. She knows she wants to be fucked, but will the consequences be worth the excitement. She decides if she gets pregnant from tonight she will find a way to handle it. As if reading her mind, one of the men comments at how sexy she looks dancing to the music. All the men agree that Misty is beyond sexy with her dancing. Taking this as an invite, Misty stands, taking a big drink from her bottle of rum, and asks, “If you think that was sexy, how do you feel about this?” She stands before them pulling her sundress off up over her head. The men sit speechless, slack jawed, and in utter amazment. Probably the most attractive woman they have ever seen dressed is now standing before them completely naked.
Misty asks if she is going to be the only naked person at the fire. Slowly, and unsure themselves, each man begins to remove his clothes. Misty sits and watches each man before her with erect cocks. She is hoping that each of them will want to fuck her. She is not the biggest fan of sucking cock, and doesn’t want to have to suck any of them to orgasm. If they want to get off, it will have to be in her willing pussy. Misty can sense the nervousness in these young men. She prances around before each of them putting her body on display for their hungry eyes. She goes around the fire softly touching each man’s hard cock. She loves having this many cocks around her. She asks one of the men to get a blanket or sleeping bag from inside the shelter. She asks another to get the large cooler and place it out by the fire. She is getting anxious now. She wants to get this party going in the direction she wants. “Where the hell was Dean?” she thinks, “He needs to be here for this, too”. The blanket is laid out in the area she wants. She is soaking wet with anticipation. She is craving hard dick. She is craving cum. She gets down on her knees. She goes to each man and takes a taste of his cock. These guys are as ready as she is. She figures she will lay down the ground rules while she waits for Dean to return. She tells each man that if he put his dick in her, than he is to cum in her. She explains that her ass is off limits as is her sucking any man to completion. It is to be her pussy that gets fucked and filled, or nothing. She hears no objections from any of them. All them men comment they will gladly deposit their sperm between her thighs as requested. The men ask how she would like this to happen. She tells them she has never done anything like this. She tells them that one at a time right after each other would be best. She tells them she wants them to pull a train on her. She doesn’t want the men crowded around her blocking Dean’s view. “Did Dean pass-out in the bathroom?” she ponders.
Dean, heading back to the shelter, sees his wife stand up and remove her dress. Shocked he stops and stares. Is he so drunk that he is hallucinating? Slowly and quietly he draws closer to the campsite. He hides in the darkness and watches his wife. He can see the desire in the movements of her naked body as she watches the young men before her stripping. Keeping his position, Dean doesn’t want to enter the campsite for fear his wife will stop whatever it is she is about to do. He has dreamed of his wife doing such things, and isn’t about to do anything that might stop her. He would rather keep his distance and watch her. He lowers his shorts and holds his stiff cock in his hands. The site of his beautiful wife, naked, before these men has made his cock as hard as stone. All the alcohol in the world could not have prevented a hard-on at this moment. He hopes that each of these men takes a turn on her. He has longed to fuck her cum filled pussy and hopes that tonight might be his opportunity. He sees her go from cock to cock touching and sashaying before the men. He sees her drop and to take a cock in her mouth. The moment he has longed for is drawing near. He is so close to the campsite that he can almost taste his wife’s pussy. Darkness for now is a blessing.
Misty is watching the men in their manly glory. Her pussy is beginning to show visible signs of it copious amounts of lubricant. Her body is shaking in need of a hard cock between her thighs. She is trying to patiently wait for the return of Dean. One man comes over to her and gently pushes her down on her back. He buries his face in her excited pussy. “This is fine”, she thinks, “I can have some pleasure, maybe an orgasm, while I wait for Dean”. She is enjoying her tongue fuck. She feels the first of her orgasms surfacing in her body. Like a wave, the orgasm screams from her body. She is bucking her hips and pulling the face even harder into her convulsing pussy. “Goddamn, how the hell did I cum that quick? I am such a slut. I love it. Admit it to yourself. Misty you are a fucking slut! You want this man’s sperm. You want him to fuck you. You want him to fuck you now. You want him to cum in you than you want whoever is next. Admit, admit it, you’re a slut. You’re a slut that loves to spread your legs for these men. Say the words, Misty, say it you’re a slut”, Misty says to herself. Then the words softly escape her lips, “I’m a slut”. The man between her legs lifts his head and asks her to repeat what she said. Again she says, but louder, “I’m a slut”. “Say it again”, he asks as he puts his tongue back to her pussy. “I’m a slut, I’m a slut, I’m a slut”, she says with increasing volume. She feels her second orgasm building. As this orgasm hits she screams, “I’m a slut. I love cocks. I want to be fucked by all of you guys! I want to leak your cum for a week!”
Misty can’t control herself anymore. She pulls the guy up on top of her. She can feel his erection poking her just at he entrance to her pussy. She trys to shift her position so it might accidentally slip into her. If is slips in by chance, it wouldn’t be like she started without Dean there. She feels him putting more of his weight on her, and the increasing pressure of his cock at her pussy. She brings her knees up and this causes easy access to her pussy. The cock pops into her with ease. She doesn’t want this guy to fuck her yet. Dean is not here to see it. He slowly begins to move in and out of her pussy. This is more than she can take and begins to move with him. The guy begins to pound her vagina as she starts to moan, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Don’t stop. Fuck me, please.” Misty turns her head towards the direction of the bathrooms. She catches a silhouette in the darkness. Misty knows the figure in the darkness is Dean. She can fuck as she pleases now. She screams, “Fuck me, fuck me like the guy at the bar today!” She can see Dean and knows she said it loud enough for him to hear what she has just shouted out. Dean now knows for sure it was cum dripping out of her pussy. The guy pounding away at her pussy announces his orgasm and dumps a big load deep inside her. As quickly as he gets off another is there to take his place.
Misty feels the next guy climb on top of her. With ease this cock slides into her cum filled pussy. Misty feels the cock push out some of the sperm as it runs down the crack of her ass. She hates to lose any of that wonderful cum, but she knows plenty more is about to put back in her. The guy is fucking her like a wild man. He does her the way he wants not caring if she receives any pleasure from it or not. He wants to blow his load and that is what he is going to do. He is very quick about it too. Misty feels his body tense and his cock pulse deep inside her. She knows he is cumming. She looks in Dean’s direction once more. The guy pulls his limp dick out of her. Misty puts the cooler in front of her so she can get in the doggie style position with her pussy above the already growing wet spot.
Misty watches as the third guy takes his position behind her. As she watches between her legs, she sees cum constantly dripping from her cunt. She rests her head in her arms as she wait to be mounted. Numbers three, four, and five fuck her from behind. Each man made sure to leave his respected amount of cum in her pussy before withdrawing his cock. She looks down at the blanket again. There is an extremely large wet area from cum that is leaking out of her pussy. She pushes the cooler away and flips onto her back trying to keep as much of the nasty sperm inside her pussy as possible. Number six fucks her missionary style, but too much sperm is still leaking out of her pussy for her liking. She wants to be full of the sticky liquid. She doesn’t want it on her legs or on the ground. She wants all of this semen inside her to stay inside her. In her perverted, depraved state of mind, part of her wants this gangbang to impregnate her. She knows by the time of the month that she is fertile. She knows she can easily wind up pregnant. She wants something to remember this gangbang for a lifetime. She may be fucking all these guys for Dean, but she wants something more for herself. Misty has an idea how to make this happen. A way she can hold every load deep in her pussy without losing any.
Misty gets back on her hands and knees covered with cum. She puts her arms down on the ground so her face is on the blanket. She pulls her knees in tight to her body causing her ass to be pointed at the stars. She tells the remaining five men that she wants to be fucked in this position. One by one they start to fuck her. One after another each man ensures to deposit a large amount of cum into her. She is right nothing at all is leaking from her. With only two men remaining to fuck her and leave their sperm, she notices that the first five men are hard again. She asks them to do her a favor. She tells them after she fucks the last guy she wants whoever is capable to jerk off and put the head of their cock just inside her pussy as they cum. All agree to do as asked. Holding the five loads deep in her pussy, Misty gets a great reward when ten more loads can be jerked off into her willing, fertile cunt. She is there with her ass in the air holding an astounding fifteen loads in her cunt and not losing a drop. She sure isn’t forgetting the remaining portions of the first five loads and the one from the bar that still had to be in her either. A grand total of twenty-one loads of cum were pumped in her craving vagina today and Dean hasn’t even had his turn yet. Fifteen completely undisturbed loads of cum remained pooling in the depths of her pussy. Misty was about to get the surprise of her lifetime though. She hears some commotion to hear left and she looks to see one of the first guys she had screwed returning to camp.
The guy approaches Misty carrying a beer bottle and oil funnel in his hands. He asks her if she would like to try some of this. Misty looks confused and asks what it is. The guy laughs and explains while Misty was finishing up with his friends, he headed to the main camp area where a crowd had gathered at a bonfire. He tells Misty, “Hey we are all college kids. I just went to the other college kids I know here and asked them if they would jerk off into this for me. I put the bottle down with the funnel in it. I told them I needed it for a practical joke and they were glad to help. Of course, word spread around the bonfire of the “bottle-o-cum” that was being made and much more people joined the filling of it.” Misty asks, “So exactly how many people came in the bottle?” He responds, “I wish I could tell you. I honestly lost count at twenty-seven different people. If I had to make a guess I would say 30 to 40 different guys left their cum in the bottle. I do know a couple of black guys and biker-type guys dripped their cum into the bottle. Here look it is a little more than half a beer bottle worth of cum.” The guy admits to Misty he got the bottle just incase she wants to pour the semen all over her body.
Misty looks at the bottle half full with the loads of unknown sperm. She tells them she doesn’t want the bottle dumped onto her. She wants that beautiful bottle, half full with the loads of at least 30 additional men’s sperm, dumped into her. She begs them to please dump the bottle into her waiting vagina. One of the young men grab her ass checks and spread them apart causing her pussy to gape open. The man with the bottle has a perfect target to pour the potent mixture. Misty feels the liquid entering her. It is cold from being in the bottle so long. She feels the coolness as it fills the remaining emptiness of her pussy. The guy tells her he is finished. Misty is shocked again to find she has not spilled a drop of the impregnating semen from her vagina. Misty knows even more fully now that she has sealed her fate. She knows, with the massive amounts of additional sperm added to what she was already holding inside her, it would take a miracle for her to not get pregnant now. She did not want to move. She wants the sperm cocktail inside her as long as possible.
Keeping this position she is in, she wiggles her ass back and forth trying to feel cum slop around inside her fertile vagina. She clenches her pussy muscles tight trying to draw the liquid deeper into her ovulating womb. Flexing her cervix up and down she is trying to suck the mixed sperm deep inside her like her body drinking from a straw. She is thinking hard now about Dean. Should she call him over? Is she ready to call him to her? Most importantly, should she tell him that she is off the Pill? She goes through the times they had mad love since she was off of the Pill. They had not managed to find the time to fuck after her last period. She smirked. Dean has not pumped any loads of sperm into her yet this month. She decides she will tell him. She will tell him just as he is blowing his load into the mixture that is in her. She fantasizes about the massive load he will shoot knowing his wife’s unprotected, fertile womb is filled with the cum of 41 different men and maybe more than that even. What a slut he will think and get his wish. He will fuck his slut wife good and hard. “Dean, come hear. I’ve been watching you watch me. It’s your turn. Oh sweetheart, come and fuck your slut wife,” she shouts towards his figure in the darkness while still in this ass-raised position.
Dean approaches from his vanatage point in the woods. As he steps on to the blanket Misty stops him. “Lay down on your back with your cock raised and watch”, she says. Dean does as asked. Misty slowly begins to get ready to stand. She stands completely erect and as she does a massive amount of cum pours from her pussy. Dean is amazed by how much was in her. The semen flows out of Misty’s twat covering her thighs, calves and feet. Misty too is in disbelief of how much was actually inside her. She straddles Dean’s body as cum continues to leak from her ravaged pussy. She lowers herself onto his waiting cock. As she begins to slowly bounce up and down on Dean’s cock she says. “You were right, ya know. That was cum that leaked out of me onto the deck at the bar. I fucked a man in the ladies room so you could see cum leak out of me. I also know you blew your load in your shorts. Glad I could turn you on so much. Now let your slut wife fuck you. You just sit back and remember everything you saw today. I’m sure the pedicurist remembers what he saw. Oh yeah, baby, that was planned from the beginning. Enjoy my slut cunt. Let me milk that sperm from your balls.”
Misty is bouncing up and down for quite a while. She is surprised it is taking this long to get him to cum. “Did you jerk off watching me fuck?” she ask him. He has to admit it. “Misty, I jerked off twice watching you fuck these guys. The view was incredible”. Misty asks him to tell her when he is getting close. She tells him there is something she wants to do as he came. “I have a surprise for you. A surprise for when you are cumming. Let me know when you cum, ok.” she tells him. She plans to tell him the whole birth control thing, but she needs to know when to start. Dean promises her he will let her know when he is going to blow his load.
Dean’s breathing begins to get heavy. She knows he is getting close. The moment of truth is getting close at hand. She is ready. She will surprise him even more today. She will let him know any of these 41 or more strangers or him can get her pregnant right now. She wants to see his eyes as he learns this and shoots off in her. She knows they will not have an opportunity to fuck again before he deploys out. Misty knows her husband needs to cum in her now if he is to join in possibly knocking her up. Her body is filling with excitement at telling him this information. She feels her own orgasm rip throug her body at idea of getting knocked up from this incredible experience. Dean is beginning to squirm. His body is tensing. He is moaning. Dean is almost, almost there. He announces to Misty that he is almost ready to shoot his third load. Misty prepares the words she will say. She is ready as she will be. Dean screams that he is going to cum.
Misty jumps off his swelling cock and slams it into the back of her throat. She greedily swallows every spurt. She has never swallowed a load of cum from him before. In that last second before Dean came she decided that if she is to get pregnant she wants to know it is from the her gangbanging strangers. The massive amount of stranger’s cum that has been deposited and/or poured in her fertile pussy is what she wants to do the impregnating. She wants to get pregnant from a one of these strangers. Misty swallowing the last remaining drops of Dean’s semen raises her head. “Surprise. Another first, huh? Sorry you won’t have a chance to fuck a load of your cum into me before you leave.” Misty tells him. Dean said that is not a problem and after today he will be satisfied until he comes home. Misty, on the other hand, needs to miss her next period for her to be truly satisfied.
Standing, Dean wipes the dripped cum from his stomach and cock. He is tired, but sober now from the night’s adventures. He looks at his watch surprisingly. Dean can’t believe it is almost 4 a.m. He asks Misty if she wants to stay at the shelter or leave to go home. Misty wants to return home to sleep and hold Dean in the comfort of their bed. Dean is very happy to learn her wishes, as he will need to be at his military instulation at 1 a.m. Monday morning. Dean only has 21 hours left to spend with his wife before departing for overseas. He is in awe of his wife, but wishes the night’s specticals had been brought on under different circumstances. He knows he has so much to do before leaving, and not much time to do it.
Dean tosses Misty the towel he used to clean up. Misty dismisses the use of the towel, simply slipping her light summer dress over her cum drenched body. She tells Dean she will just clean up at home. Misty has no intention of cleaning this off her body. It is not as if her face is covered or anything. The sperm is simply from her ass to her feet. Misty truly wants to leave it on her body for as long as she could. Misty says her good-byes and heads out of the campground with Dean in arm. She has an overwhelming sense of satisfaction knowing she has brought Dean’s fantasies to reality.
As Misty rides home, replays of the fucking flash in her mind. She feels so happy with herself. She has a new found confidence. She knows that any man with a dick would jump at the opportunity to fuck her. She has always known she was attractive. She was homecoming queen, and a teenage beauty star. She has turned down modeling jobs to be a housewife. Her upbringing repressed all her sexual desires. She was raised to be proper. Hell she was a virgin until her wedding night. Thinking back on her life, she wonders about all she missed out on. She will make up for this lost time with her husband. He will share in her newfound desires. Stopping for a pack of cigarettes, as she exit’s the car she feels the skin on her thighs tightened from dried cum. A warming sensation flows through the pit of her stomach. She knows her choice for the future is correct.
Misty has been home alone now for three weeks since Dean has deployed. She is lonely. She wishes he were home. They talk regularly on the phone at least every other day. She misses sex and her desires are growing. She needs him home to continue on their adventures. Three weeks and one day since her exploits with Dean. She wishes she could go back to that night in the woods. Oh what a great time she had. “Three weeks!” rings through her head. “Three weeks. Oh my God, my period is a week late”, she says out loud. She has been so busy since Dean left that she forgot women even get those things. She runs to the bathroom for the “just-in-case” pregnancy test she kept hidden since stopping the Pill. Misty forces what piss she has inside her onto the stick. The test doesn’t need the three minutes to show there is no doubt she was pregnant. Misty didn’t need the test to tell her what she knew would happen all along.
Misty doesn’t tell Dean about the pregnancy for a few days. She sees her doctor first. She is right again. The doctor confirms the due date, so Misty knows when she had to have gotten pregnant. Speaking to Dean later in the evening she informs him of the expected baby. Dean asks how far along she is, and Misty lies adding an extra month. She doesn’t want Dean to suspect the child is anybody’s but his. Hanging up the phone, Misty rests back onto the bed. She can’t help being horny at the fact her wish came true for her and the father of this child came from some unknown mixture in a beer bottle. She is over taken by the desire to be fucked. She has controlled these urges since Dean’s departure. However, knowing that a child is growing inside her is pushing her further into a sexual withdrawal.
Lying on the bed, Misty begins to gently rub her excited clit. Fantasies of faceless men fucking her dash through her mind as she plays with herself. She needs to fight the urges she has to just get fucked. Dean is far, far away. She could do as she pleases. She questions herself and her morals. She fucked all those men for Dean she keeps telling herself. It was not for me. I did not do this for only me. I can’t do these types of things without Dean watching me. She convinces herself fantasies will keep her satisfied until Dean return home to her. She fingers her pussy to orgasm and drifts to sleep unsatisfied.
Time is slowly drifting by. Four months have passed since Dean left for the service. Misty has tried everything to keep herself busy. Her house is immaculately clean. She has also fucked everything in the house she could. She has fucked herself, the washing machine, vegetables, candles, and anything she could get into her. She blames her over excited state of sexual arousal on the hormones from being pregnant. She refuses to cheat on Dean, but she needs something to satisfy her every growing appetite for sex. As luck would have it, the damn plumbing for the sink is shot. Misty, being used to Dean fixing everything around the house, is left washing what she can in the bathroom sink. This practice is getting old and something must be done before Misty goes insane as well as sexually frustrated.
Misty calls her cousin, Mark, to help fix the plumbing under the sink. Mark is her Aunt Carol’s son. He is seventeen and pretty handy with tools she is told by her father. Misty calls Mark knowing he is family, and given her growing sexual frustration it is safer than calling a private plumber. Misty knows no matter how bad she needs sex, she will not have sex with a family member. Mark tells Misty he will be by the house around 7 a.m. the next morning to begin the job at hand. Misty tells him that will be fine, and she will also have breakfast ready for him when he arrives.
Being better than his word, Mark arrives at Misty’s at 6:30. Misty invites him in offering him a cup of coffee. Misty is not prepared for him to arrive this early and is still dressed in her robe. Sitting at the table, Misty can’t help but notice Mark is checking out her legs. He is trying to see what she is wearing under the robe. Misty tells herself this is not supposed to happen this way. Mark is supposed to come, fix the sink, and leave without finding her sexy. She is getting horny from the young kid checking her out so hard. She can’t do anything to provoke any further attention from the boy. Amymore attention from him would just increase her need for cock.
Excusing herself from the table, Misty enters her bedroom to get dressed. As she flips through the clothes hanging in the closet, she finds the dress she wore while getting her pedicure with Dean. The memories of flashing her beautiful pussy to the young men across from the salon return to her. How hot she thought that was. Thinking of the boys at the mall, she realizes they were about the same age as Mark. Mark is a young man, and he needs jerk off material like all boys do. At his age, he is left to those fantasies that are available to him. She tells herself when he turns eighteen he can purchase or view any form of pornography he chooses. She thinks she will give him a little to make spanking off more fun. Maybe she can turn herself on to such a point that when he leaves she can finally finger her pussy to the point of satifaction. She reaches for the short dress and slips it over her naked body.
She returns to the kitchen as Mark is bringing in his tools. She asks him if there is anyting she can do to help. Mark says after he is under the sink he will need her to turn the water on to find where the leak is coming from. Mark is staring intently at her legs. Misty finds this attention what she needs right now. Mark slides under the sink, and tell Misty it is time gently turn the water on. Misty, approaching the sink, catches Mark trying desperately to look up her skirt. “Not yet little boy”, she tells herself. Mark finds the leak telling Misty she can turn the water back off. Misty wants to know if he is sure he can fix it. Mark advises her it is a simple job, and is guarenteed to be fixed. Misty asks, “Since you are so confident it will be fixed, can I fill the sink and do some of these dirty dishes? They have really been piling up on me.” Marks only requests she doesn’t accidentally remove the drain plug because he doesn’t want to get wet. Misty assures him she will be the only one getting wet. Misty laughs to herself with the innuendo.
Filling the sink, Misty complains about the awkwardness of her body position. Spreading her legs wide, she straddles Mark’s chest. Misty knows by the gasp of breathe from under the sink Mark is staring at her pussy. She can feel the heat building between her legs from his burning stare. Turning on the kitchen radio, Misty begins to sway and buck her hips to the songs being played. She turns her head to view Mark’s crotch. It is having the right effects. Mark has what appears to be a very uncomfortable hard-on trapped in his jeans. Misty thinks to herself, “That’s right stare you little bastard because that is all you can do. I bet you want to fuck me, but you know you never can. Little boys like you can’t fuck women as hot as me.” Mark gruffly indicates he was finished and slides out from between Misty’s spread thighs. Misty thanks him for the job offering him twenty dollars for his work. With an attitude, Mark tells her to keep her money. He says he just needs to get out of here, and go back to my own life. Misty finds his behavior strange and chalks it up to immaturity and the knowledge he knows he could never fuck her. She laughs, “Sexual frustration is a bitch kid. If you keep it in you will either rape someone, or turn gay.”
After finishing her own self-fuck session, Misty is confused by the outcome. Flashing her pussy to her young cousin has had an opposite effect than what is desired. She planned to get so turned on the orgasm would satify her. Now she finds herself craving to be fucked by a real man with a real cock more than ever. She screams into the pillow with her pent up craving for Dean to return. She needs to be ravished by a man. She needs that cum pumped back into her. She feels like a herion addict going through withdrawl, but cum is her drug of choice. She thinks Mark’s attitude upon leaving may have distracted her consentration. Maybe if she shows herself off to a stranger she will be able to achieve the level of gratification she needs. She looks into her closet. One more pair of shoes won’t be too many. She decides to go shopping. She convinces herself showing is not cheating because there is no touching.
Arriving at the mall where all of her and Dean’s fun began, she feels her heart begin to race with the memories of her last visit to this mall. She realizes she has not been back here since the time with Dean. Her mind is not on missing him though, it is on the sex that started to unfold here. Misty without hesitaiton goes the first shoestore she can find. She soon discovers the store only has two clerks and they are male. Finally, some fun Misty tells herself. She is ready to get this action started. Misty goes to the shoerack removing four different style of shoe. She sits down in the chair patiently waiting for one of the clerks to come to her aide. She is beginning to get frustrated waiting for some assistance. “What the hell could be taking these guys so long? I’m the only fucking customer in the store!” screams through her mind. Nervously, the first clerk comes to assist her.
She reads his nametag and sees his name is “Darren”. Misty says hello to Darren telling him she is having a bad day, and shopping for shoes always makes her feel better. She warns he might be a busy man for a while as she tries on shoes. Darren politely says it is his job, and helping her is what he gets paid to do. Misty needs her foot measured, and as she lifts her leg Darren tries to steal a peak up her skirt. “Good Darren, I wanted to make sure you would pay me the attention I need,” she assures herself. Throwing caution to the wind with the need to fulfill her desires, Misty is not by any means trying to prevent Darren from seeing up her skirt. She is twisting and turning making the skirt ride higher and higher up her thighs. She is spreading her legs at every opportunity. She gives up with the game and just starts leaving her legs spread completely wide. She asks Darren to get her one more pair of shoes. Waiting for Darren to return, she pulls both of her feet up onto the chair. Her knees are at her tits and the skirt is around her waist. Darren comes back with the new shoes and the other clerk. Both men stop in front of Misty and stare at her. Darren dumfounded at what he is witnessing drops the shoes. Both young men thinking what is such a beautiful woman doing in such a compromising postion. Both men however do not want the view to end.
As if an uncontrollable extension from her body, her hand begins to slowly move towards her excited, wet pussy. She watches her own hand grow closer to her vagina thinking to herself she could not possibly do what she is about to do. Her hand makes contact with her now saturated cunt, and like a madwoman she goes about finger fucking herself in the store and in front of these two men. Misty’s mind is screaming with emotion. She is beginning to loose control of her desires again. The same way she did which resulted in her getting pregnant. She can’t believe she is doing this, but she can’t stop no matter how much she tells herself to cease this behavior. In her mind she is begging neither of these guys ask to have sex with her because she knows she can’t say no. Like a bad dream, Darren invites her into the storage room. She stands and follows close behind him. Her mind is telling her to stop and not go through with her desires. Thoughts of Dean running through her mind, begging her not to give in to her carnal lust are of no use. She has fallen victim to her own depraved desires. She was going to fuck Darren. She knows that know. Misty closing the storage room door behind her feels no shame, no guilt.
Unzipping Darren’s jeans, Misty removes his manhood. It has been so long since she held or even seen a cock, that she drops to her knees before him. She takes his cock deep into her throat inhaling deeply. She breathes in the musty smell of sweaty man-meat. The aroma saturates her senses as she feels the warming sensation of pure lust fill her vains. She is where she knows she needs to be before a man, open to fulfill his sexual will. She stands and willingly accepts his cock as it buries deep inside a vagina. Leaning back upon the boxes of hand-made leather shoes, the mixture between the scent of sex and leather drives her to the verge of orgasm. She has been yearning for so long to explode with an orgasm not created by her own hand. The orgasm crashes into her senses with such force she almost looses the ability to stand. Darren is breathing heavy as sweat begins to show on his brow. Misty is surprised a young man of his age can last as long as he has. Misty tells Darren she wants him to cum in her pussy. “Are you taking protection?” he asks in fear. She informs Darren that she can’t get pregnant because she already is. Finding out he is not only fucking what he considers to be a supermodel, but a pregnant supermodel is more than Darren can bear. He lets loose a torrent of cum into the mystery woman.
Misty leaves the mall satisfied for the first time in months. To her amazement, Misty feels no guilt by what she has done. Again, she dismisses her behavior on the pregnany hormones. She walks to her car with newly discovered hope. Cheating on Dean wasn’t going to be as painful as she thought. She further convinces herself Dean is doing the same where he is, and if he is not, then he should be.
She spends the next couple of months screwing anybody willing to fuck her. She barely wears clothes anymore at home. When she goes out the clothes she wears leaves little to the imagination. She has made it a point to leave her bedroom window open so Mr. Johnson could watch her. She has met the pizza delivery boy naked at the door on more than one occasion. Even now a man has still never turned her down in the late stages of her pregnancy. The more she grows with baby the more she is reminded of her first gangbang. Everytime she remembers that night is a time she needs to find a man to fulfill her desires. She feels the first signs of labor. She knows sex is put to a halt. She prays for a speedy recovery.
Six hours after giving birth to her little girl, she awakens in her maternity room. She feels her swollen, sore vagina and is happy to find no inscission had to be made during birth. She knows this will get her back on her feet and fucking quicker. She presses the nurse call button and asks for her child to be brought to her room. Holding her newborn girl, she looks at the baby’s features. Who could the father be? Holding the child against her chest, she is amazed to find herself getting horny and wishing fuck. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” she asks herself. She cannot believe these thoughts are going through her mind right after giving birth. “This is not right. One of forty or so men made this child, and I am here alone. I can’t believe what I have done over the last nine months. Something has to be wrong with me. No woman could need sex this much. I am a mother now. I need to make a new start. I need to be the loving wife to Dean again. I need to put an immediate end to my whoring ways. I am a decent person and I will start acting like that again. I am done, no more.” Misty makes this vow to herself during her stay. This is something she plans to keep. With her new child and Dean coming home in less than a month, her life will return to normal. Dean will just have to understand they have a normal, everyday family, and what happened before he left was due to his leaving for such a long time.
Returning home with her child, Misty is good to her word. She has started dressing conservatively again. All her shades are drawn shut at night. She is in bed early and up early with her daughter. She has found a certain serenity in her new life. She entertains herself with excersise. The only thing missing is Dean. She knows it will only be two days until Dean boards that “Freedom Bird” and returns home to her. She is dreaming of his exiting off the plane. She sees the look in his eyes as he picks up his daughter for the first time. She is peacefully dreaming away as the solitude as broken be the ring of her phone. She answers it. “Hello, Dean”
This phone call was not one she ever expected or wanted. Dean proceeds to explain his unit has been extended for another three months due to recent hostilities overseas. She doesn’t want to hear this. She wants him home. The Army has had him long enough. It is her turn. She deserves it. Breaking down, she weeps to him on the phone of her longing his return. She can’t take anymore. She loves him so, and since returning to regular life has been overwhelmed with guilt and wants to make it up to him with love. She feels helpless not being able to care for him, as a wife should. She begins to shake as the phone call ends.
For the next two months, Misty is driven by excersise. She uses this as a means of stress relief. She has been at the weights and aerobics so hard lately which results in her body being harder than when she was in high school sports. She is proud of what she has accomplished. Her body is chisled. There are no strech marks or any hints she gave birth just over two month ago. She looks good, damn good, and she knows it. She can’t wait to see the lust in her husband’s eyes as he looks upon her for the first time in almost a year.
It is raining hard in Florida the day she looks out the window and sees two military men approach her door. She opens the door just before the gentlemen knock. She is full of fear, and knows this is bad news to follow. The men inform her Dean had been killed in a truck accident in the Middle East. She is horrified and in shock. What is she to do now? Standing in the doorway, she watches as the men depart. She thinks to herself how ironic it was that it is raining. Raining just like in a movie when bad news is delivered.
The funeral was a beautiful one if there is such a thing. Misty looks around at the family and friends that have gathered. She is happy that Dean has such a large number of friends. She is also happy for her having an extended family. She would always have a shoulder to cry if when she needed it. Her strong appearance though is a mask. Inside she is but a shell of a woman. With Dean gone she feels her life is empty, but for the love of her small child. This is going to be a rough road ahead she feels. It has been quite a long time since she has been in the work place. She is to be a single mother with the need to make ends meet. The family and friends leave the funeral and return to Dean’s father’s house.
The night drags on and Misty finds herself drinking harder and harder trying to drown her pain. She is talking with one of her four brothers and her father as she finally breaks down into tears. Her Aunt Carol and Mark give their condolences as Mark hands her another drink. She needs to get drunk tonight. She wants to get hammered. She wants to drink until she is numb. Mark tries to strike up some small talk with Misty, but still can’t seem to hide his attitude towards her. She can’t believe after all this time this little prick is still pissed at her for turning him on. Misty excuses herself from the family heading out the backdoor towards the pool and hottub. She staggers along her way with a bottle of rum in her hands. Pausing only momentarily to power-drink the rum as she nears the hottub.
Dean and Misty always loved this hottub. She remembers the times they spent making out in it as kids. She smiles remembering how many times she got him hot and bothered before they married. Her head spining wildly she removes her blouse. Next her skirt is removed. She sits her way into the hottub with just her bra and thong panties. Her father-in-law is concerned were Misty may have staggered to in her present condition and sends Mark to find her. Mark finds her at the hottub, but she is so drunk at this point she is babbling incoherently. Mark grabs her under her arms trying to pull her from the hottub. Misty stops him and she has something to say. She rambles on about how she is sorry for what she did when he was fixing her sink. Mark pays her no mind and pulls her drunken body from the tub. As Misty is thanking Mark for his help, her world fades to black as she slips into unconsciousness.
Misty awakes the next morning at her own father’s house. She wonders how it is she got there. Her brain and body are racked with the unmistakable remains of a major hangover. What the hell happed last night? How long have I been asleep? Her brother David walks into the room with a cup of coffee for her. David tells her Mom and Dad are at work. They wanted to let you sleep off your boozing last night. He explains the baby is with her in-laws. Misty is the youngest of five children. She has four older brothers, David being the youngest of the brothers. David is 25. Mike is 27. Paul is 29. The oldest brother is John and he is 33. David asks how she is feeling and what she remembers from the night before. Of coure like shit, and nothing are her answers. David being the ever proper brother asks if she would like to get out of her blouse and skirt offering her use of some sweats and a tee-shirt. She gladly accepts the offer. David tells her to meet him in the study after she gets changed.
Entering the study, Misty finds David at their parents’ computer. David shows Misty his new toy. He has a very expensive digital camera. He explains its functions like zoom lens, memory card, and night vision capabilities. Misty could really careless about this camera, as her hangover is all she wants to nurse at this time. She tells David she is going to go lay back down. David stops her saying he has something she might want. She says it’s nothing she can’t see later. David throws a computer printed picture at her.
Misty picks the picture off the floor and is horrified at an image of her on her back with Cousin Mark fucking her. She screams this can’t be real. David ensures her it is real. Hell he took the picture for Christ sake. She demands David destroy it. With the most evil of laughs he refuses to do any such thing. “This is not right. That son of a bitch raped me! Oh fuck I hope that little prick didn‘t get me pregnant”, she screams, “I was passed out cold, he was fucking a limp body!” David fires back at her hard, “Who says you weren’t willing and taking advantage of a child. The only one who knows the truth is I. I took the pictures, yeah I said pictures, who do you think everyone will believe. I have the proof. In these pictures, nobody would be able to tell you were passed out. Also, don‘t worry about him getting you pregnant he pulled out and came in your face.” David provided a close-up shot to prove this last statement. Misty is in disbelief. How could her very own brother do this to her the day after she buried her husband. “Why are yo doing this?” she demands to know. David answer, “Simplest of all reasons you bitch. Plain and simple, I hate you. I always have. All my life I watched Mom and Dad spoil you. You got everything you ever wanted, while I had to work for everything. They bent over backward to make your life easy, which made mine even tougher than it had to be. I think this is time for a little payback!”
David explains to Misty for the pitures to disappear she would have to do something for him. He tells how he is the best man for brother Mike’s upcoming wedding. He is to find a stripper for the bachelor party two weeks from now. He is going to make Misty be that stripper. He explains she will be in a leather mask so nobody will recognize her, but he will know how it is. He tells her how everything she wants the men to do will have to be done by hand signals. She will not be able to talk or her identity will be discovered. Should her identity be discovered, he would deny every knowing it was she. He will then distribute the picture of her and Mark, and put the blame on her for coming to the bachelor party. David tells how blackmailing her into stripping is cheaper than hiring a professional. Besides he now gets to keep the money everybody chipped in for the price of the stripper. David further tells her almost everybody attending the party will be a family member except for a couple of Mike’s friends. David laughs, “Degrading you and demoralizing you is something I have waited a lifetime to do. You are going to get what you deserve.” David takes the costume Misty will be wearing out of the closet and hands it to her. Misty knows there is no way of getting out of this not with those pictures anyway. She decides if she is going to do this she might as well have fun. What does she have to lose, and enjoying herself is not what her brother wants.
The night of the bachelor party she arrives at her brother David’s house. She is standing outside the door and can hear the music blaring from inside the home. She is nervous. She can feel her heart pounding in her ears. She knows she has to enter the house sometime. She looks at her reflextion in the glass window. She tells herself she does look fucking hot. The leather mask is cut to fit tight around the head with openings for the eyes. It covers just below the nose, but leaves the mouth and chin uncovered. She is wearing a leather overcoat, leather vest, leather chaps, leather spiked bra and thong. She has been drinking rum again. Something about the Carribean liquor does something to her. Getting ready to walk in the door, she takes a deep breath. The aroma of leather brings back a memory from the shoestore. Better times she thinks to herself. She wonders to herself if her life has gotten any better since she decided to become a prude again. She can’t find anything in her life better now. She is getting the familiar tingle between her thighs. “Damn it! If this was a different bachelor party I could have fun like old times. Why did it have to be family?” The past months of sexual frustration are building to the bursting point. She is pissed the only sex she had she can’t remember, and wasn‘t a willing participant. She fantasizes about what it must have been like. She pictures her horny young cousin on top of her punishing her for her behavior. She feels her pussy begin to moisten. It is time to go inside. She has brought a small bottle of rum spiked with a powerful aphrodiziac. She figures if she can get the party to drink some, they will be too horny to pay much attention to her. She knows it is not the best plan, but it is the only one she has.
Misty walks into the living room to finally see who all is present. She is shocked to find David wasn’t lying. She surveys the room and finds her four brothers, her father, her fathers two brothers, two adult cousins, her grandfather, and one guy she didn’t know. This must be the “friend” of Mike. Rather unsure of herself, she enters the room to a big applause. “The entertainment is here!” her father of all people shout. Turning up the music Misty begins to dance. She is rather clumsy at first, but being watched by her family, which only one person knows her identity, is actually starting to get Misty horny again. She feels the sensations in her body she hasn’t felt in a long time. She hasn’t felt this since the campground. She wishes she could go back there once more.
Misty dances for some time. She is down to her bra and thong. She knows these men expect her nude, and she is willing to do just that. She spins removing her bra. Turning so her ass is facing the groom-to-be Mike, she bends at the waist, straight legged removing her thong. She looks at her thong as she goes to toss it to Mike. She sees how the crotch is completely soaked. She pauses in front of Mike and sucks her wetness out of her panties. Open-mouthed, Mike catches the panties as she tosses them away.
Misty reaches for her bottle of spiked rum. She is giving the men body-shots of the potent bottle. She runs it down her tits, down her boots, down her arms, and down tongue into the horny mouths of her family. She makes sure to give everybody drinks from this bottle except for David. As she reaches him, she seductively wiggles her finger “no-no” and tips the empty bottle. She won’t do anyting to aid in his pleasure. He made her do this so he can watch everybody else have the time of a life. She quickly notices the aphrodiziac is having an effect on all the men. She can see hard-on after hard-on around the room. She thinks of the eleven cocks full of cum, but knows this is cum she can’t have. This is forbidden cum. This is cum she can never ever have pumped into her pussy no matter how bad she was feeling the craving for it again. Like the cum-junky before her need was growing by the mnute.
Misty sits down in the middle of the room spreading her wet pussy lips for everybody to see. She fucks herself with her hand, followed by a beer bottle. She makes herself cum and the room cheers. She is enjoying the attention tremdously. Again, she feels a second orgasm tearing through her flesh. Damn she loves this the same as always. She admits it once more, “I’m a slut. I’m a slut. Being a cock-hungry whore is who I am. It is how I made my daughter. It is who I will always be.” At this point any remaining inhibitons left Misty’s being. She was going to have some fun even if she couldn’t fuck.
Misty went around the room making hand gestures for all the men to lower their shorts. Every man quickly exposed his hard cock except David. He needed a little prodding from the others because he was the only one not feeling the effects of the drugged rum. When David finally dropped his pants, Misty smiled at him due to his hard-on he was trying to conceal. Misty couldn’t help but admire the rock hard cocks of four brothers, two uncles, two cousins, Dad, and Grandpa. She almost forgot the other guy was even there, but her attention was drawn by the male members of her family. As forbidden as it might be, she couldn’t help but get aroused at the splender before her eyes.
Misty dances around in front of each man, teasing and inticing each with her body. She goes before the unkown friend and drops to her knees taking his cock in her mouth. The room lets out a roar of applause. She could play with this guy and give the others more of a show. She sucks and licks up and down his erect shaft. She very much enjoys scent of a man once more within her nostrils. She feels a hand upon her ass. It is her Grandpa. She motions “no” and points him away. Grandpa does as directed returning to his seat. Without warning Mr. Unkown bucks and shoots his load deep into Misty’s throat. Misty goes before each man showing cum in her mouth before swallowing. Misty hopes nobody else becomes as bold as Grandpa just did.
Misty climbs upon the laps of each man giving her best of a lap dance keeping each man’s dick just millimeters away from the opening of her pussy. Misty doesn’t want this to go to far. She lets the men tap their hard cocks back and forth between her thighs, but will not go any farther. She reaches David giving him the same lap dance as the others. He pulls her to him and whispers in her ear, “Blow Mike”. She shakes her head no. He whispers to her the groom-to-be always gets a blowjob by the stripper. She shakes her head no again, but Mike lips the word “pictures”. Slowly and reluctantly she climes off of David’s lap. She places a chair in the middle of the room and signals Mike to sit. Mike gets up from where he is sitting and takes his postion in the chair. Misty hears the room shouting it is time to blow the groom.
Misty starts to dance around Mike in the chair. She is rubbing her tits and pussy all over him. She prances around him until she straddles his lap. She will give him one more lap dance before she is to do her duty. She is wiggling above his erect manhood. She imagines how it is at the right angle to slip straight into her pussy if she sits down. She prepares to get off him, but instead slams her body down on his cock impaling herself on it. She begins to fuck her own brother furiously. She is fucking him with everything she is worth trying to make her very own brother fill her cunt with cum. She looks towards David sticking her tongue out at him. He is staring at her in disbelief, but there is no denying the hard-on he is sporting between his legs. Misty looks at his cock and licks her lips. She feels Mike tense up underneath her, as her pussy is flooded with cum. She has started something and knows she will not finish until everybody cums.
She motions for everybody to get naked and lays upon a coffee table. She points to her Grandpa. He takes up a postion and plows his elderly cock into her pussy. He fucks her long and hard before shooting off into her pussy. One of her cousins does her next. She feels his cock as he slowly slides it into the depths of her pussy. He is much more tender than Grandpa. He takes his time enjoying her. He slowly comes to a stop and Misty feels his pecker pulsing his cum into the deepest recesses of her womb. She gets on all fours and motions for two. Her other cousin places his cock at her mouth while somebody begins to take her from behind. Misty doesn’t care to look back to see who it is. She doesn’t care really. Her cousin is getting real hard in her mouth. She pulls his cock out of her mouth and lips “in my cunt”. The cock behind her pumps its load and she looks to see it was Mr Unknown. Her cousin moves from her mouth and quickly takes postion behind her. He only puts it in and out a few times before leaving his cum in her now saturated pussy. Her two uncles take her back-to-back next. Paul and John do her next. Her two brothers take turns from mouth to pussy until each cum inside her. She is surprised at how quickly everybody is cumming. She thinks it has to be the result of the aphrodiziac. She only cares about how slick and slimy her cunt is becoming from cum being pumped into it.
Misty knows there are only two people remaining that have not fucked her. She is contemplating what to do. She looks at David and then to her father. She slowly walks to David and squats down on his hard cock. She begins to move up and down on him. She loves it. She finds such a thrill fucking her brother that set this up. Intead of hating him for it, she actually feels grateful to him. She is moving her body in little circles around his pecker. She wants to make him feel good. She wants him to use her body. She leans down and whispers in his ear, “You are the only one here who nows how I am, and you are still fucking me. I know you hate me David, but I still love you. As for the pictures you have of me, keep them and use them to get me to fuck you anytime you want. I will be your little sex whore for you.” David hearing this dumps his seed deep into his sister’s willing pussy. She whispers, “Thank you. I need to go fuck Dad. He is the one I have wanted to fuck the most since I walked in here tonight.”
Misty grabs a clean Dixie-cup and places it on the table. She indicates to her family she wants them to jerk off as many times as possible into the cup. She is hoping the aphrodiziac will keep them cumming and cumming. She stops her father as he begins to stroke his cock to jerk off in the cup. She points to the couch and lies down. Her father begins to fuck her like a champion. He is doing everything right. She wonders if he is where she got her desire for sex. He fucks her to one, two, and three orgasms back to back. Misty is biting her lips to keep from moaning out in pleasure. She doesn’t want her father to know he is fucking his very own flesh and blood. He is taking a very long time. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches people repeatedly making trips to the sperm cup. She wonders how many loads are there by this time. It seems as if the world has stopped feeling her handsome father fucking her so well. She hears him begin to grunt. He shouts out his orgasm, “Oh I’m cumming. I’m cumming in the stripper’s cunt. This little slut is taking my cum deep in her. First time I ever fucked a prostitute. Take it all bitch.” Hearing her own father talk about her that way causes another orgasm to break free from her belly.
After her Dad climbs out from between her legs, she stands and watches his marvelous load of sperm drip from her stretched cunt. She drops to the floor fingering her father’s cum in and out of her pussy. She points to him indicating her desire for him to stroke a load into the cup if possible. He hasn’t gone soft since he pulled out of her. She puts on a show for everybody, but mostly for her father. She is spreading her pussy as wide-open as she can. She is fucking beer bottles, her rum bottle, and wine bottles. She is stretching her snatch wider and wider for everybody to see. Her spectacle is working for her Dad. Very quickly he is squirting another load of cum into the cup. This is the one she is waiting for. She grabs the sperm-cup and proceeds before each man wishing to know how many times they were at the cup. She learns David was at the cup twice, Mike was once, John was twice, Paul was once, both of her uncles were twice, one cousin once, the other cousin three times, her Grandpa once, her Dad once, and Mr. Unknown wasn’t able to provide anything. She does the math indicating to the crowd 16 cum loads were contained in the cup.
Misty sways to the front of the couch. She flips upside down so her ass is perpedicular to the couch. With one hand she pulls her lips open, and with the other she dumps the cup into her gaging hole. The crowd is shocked by this display and cheers her on. She begins to clench her stomache muscles as before trying to draw the seminal fluid as deep as she can into her womb. She tries to get her body to drink as much of it up as possible. She flips back upright and with great skill she lets it leak out of her pussy and back into the cup. She flips upside down again and repeats the same process squishing it around inside of her.
This time she lets it run down her legs. She quickly grabs her clothes and heads for the door. David catches her at the door, and thanks her for a show better than he ever expected from her. She smiles at him. She plants a big kiss on him. Being away from the rest of the crowd it is safe for them to talk. She tells him the offer to service him is for real. He says he will keep her to her to her word. Misty smiles and says she can’t wait. Misty whispers in David’s ear, “Do you remember the fear I told you at Dad’s house?” David looks puzzled and shakes his head “no”. “Just checking”, she says as she closes the door behind her.
A little over a month later, Misty’s parents stop by for a visit asking to take their grand-daughter out to go baby shopping. Misty is glad to let her child go. She asks her Dad if he could stay with her as Mom goes shopping because she really needs to some adult company. Mom says she would be glad to go shopping with just the baby and heads out to the stores.
Misty offers her Dad a cup of coffee. She is pouring it for him as he begins to read the newspaper. “Dad”, she says, “I want you to know I haven’t used birth control since I got pregnant. It has been well over a year since I last took the Pill. This means I am, or should I say was, very fertile.” Dad asks why she is telling him this, but doesn’t look up from the paper. “Being so fertile, just the slightest amount of sex would get me pregnant. And well, I guess what I’m tring to say is I am pregnant.” He asks if she positive. She says she has already been to the doctors and yes. Her Dad asks who the father is. “Dad that is why I asked you to stay with me today. Could you excuse me for a moment?” Her father tells her to take her time insuring her he is not in a rush for an answer. Misty leaves her father at the table with his newspaper.
Misty silently returns to the kitchen where her Dad is intently reading the paper. “Daddy the problem I have is no way of knowing who the father might actually be. It was a great night of great sex with a bunch of horny men. There is however a one in ten chance its yours,” says Misty. Her father looks up from his paper to see his little girl standing before him completely naked except for an open leather overcoat and a very familiar looking leather mask. Misty, spying an ever-increasing bulge in her father’s shorts removes the mask and sheds the coat. “Daddy, would you like this knocked up stripper, little pregnant slut to give you a private performance? Would you like to fuck me again knowing this time it is your slut daughter?” Unzipping his pants, Misty gets her answer.