BOUNDFUN.TXT (Mf, bondage, cons, preg, funny)

This story was written in response to a reply I received when I 
asked a friend what kind of stories *he* liked.  He responded:
  Bondage,
  Consensual,
  Non-pedo,  (No *little* girls,  Young possibly)
  Well-written,
  Male-female,
  Primarily a story.
Since my stories normally do NOT fit that pattern, (MF, pedo, 
incest, cons) but are mostly stories, at first, I was just 
interested.  After a while, it dawned on me, that there was no 
reason I couldn't write a story that would interest him, as well 
as me.  Normally, the very thought of including pain in sex is 
such a turn-off to me, that I lose all interest.  However, some 
of the well-written discussions and descriptions of consensual 
bondage have made me realize that for *some* people a little 
helplessness, and even a little pain at the hands of someone they 
trust, can actually be a pleasure.  Not for *me* maybe, but for 
some.  This story is the result.  Written for a friend.

Of course, I had to add my own twist to the story.  Please note, 
before starting, that the "Lynn" of the story is a starry-eyed 
romantic.  WAY too trusting of everybody, and believing a lot of 
garbage that she had read.  The girl had never been really 
mistreated at all in her life (not even a school-bully) by 
anyone.  Her mother June, is just the opposite.  Been through the 
school of hard-knocks, and trusts only those who have shown her 
that they *can* be trusted.  She looks after her daughter, like a 
mother hen, seeing that the girl gets what *she* (June) thinks 
her daughter needs, never mind what Lynn thinks.  The results are 
incredible.




                         Bound for Fun I
                A lesson about belief, and trust
                         An Erotic Story

     "For the next 6 hours, she's yours.  You can do anything to 
her you want and make her do anything you want.  The only 
restriction, is NOTHING permanent."
     She looked at me sternly.
     I couldn't believe it.  This woman was giving me free rein 
to do just about anything I pleased with her little girl.  My 
cock strained at my trousers at the thought.  June looked down 
and saw the lump in my pants, and actually smiled.  "I can see 
that you know what I mean," she said.
     It was all I could do, to keep from losing it, and wasting a 
gallon of sperm down my trouser-legs.  Still, thinking of the 
girl waiting in the other room, for my "services," was restraint 
enough.  I managed to force myself to breathe easier.
     "What do you mean by permanent," I asked, to be sure.  I 
wasn't going to blow getting a second chance, by going outside 
her rules.
     "For now," she said, "I mean nothing that would last beyond 
tomorrow morning.  She's got to go to school tomorrow, and she's 
in swimming class, and she wears a bikini.  No bruises, no broken 
bones, no piercing of any kind, not even earrings.  No skin-
breaking of any kind, such as scrapes, cuts, abrasions or most 
especially tattoos.  And NO blood.  If Lynn wants to do any of 
these things, and I decide she can, I want to be here to make 
sure you don't go too far.  Understand?"
     I nodded.  I did.
     "I'm not quite sure you do," she said.  June looked at me 
with steel in her eyes.  "I'm giving you permission to do just 
about anything you want to my little girl.  But let me tell you 
something.  If I come back, and Lynn's been 'damaged' in any way, 
you'll be peeing out of a hole where your prick used to be.  Do I 
make myself clear?"
     She had.  "Uh.  You said 'No blood.'  What about her 
virginity?"
     "She's been using tampon's for over a year now.  That's no 
problem."
     Maybe not, but it brought up another one.  "Uh?  Does your 
idea of 'permanent' damage include pregnancy?"  I wanted to be 
sure.  We both knew I'd be screwing this delectable piece, 
probably before she got to the mall.
     "Normally, that would be up to her," she said, giving me 
that steely look again.  My hopes rose.  Did she mean, that she 
WANTED me to knock the kid up?  I was brought down to earth, when 
she continued.  "But I don't think she deserves that privilege 
YET.  I slipped some condoms in your top-right-hand dresser 
drawer, while I was in there.  Oh, one final thing:"
     "What?" I asked, somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't be 
allowed to plant a baby in the kid's cute little belly.  Still, 
she hadn't said I wasn't EVER going to be allowed to do it.  Just 
not this time.
     "Give her a 'safeword.'"
     I had been planning to, but I hadn't intended to let June 
know.  I figured that having her worry about the little girl 
would be a nice thing to torture HER with, while I had my fun 
with her kid.  Still, it was kinda nice to know that the little 
girl's mother DID care for her, in spite of what looked like 
evidence to the contrary.  "Sure," I said.  "I had planned on 
it."
     "You won't be sorry.  If I come back, and find out that 
she's used her safeword, and I figure she could have taken a lot 
more, I'll see to it that you give her twice as much as she had 
taken up to that point.  Even if it leaves bruises, or draws 
blood.  On the other hand, she's got four reasons to use her 
safeword, that I won't punish her for, and if you do, I'll have 
your balls hanging on the clothesline, before tomorrow morning."
     "What's that?"
     "1.  She REALLY can't stand the pain.  I'll be the judge of 
that one.  2, 3, and 4, are oral, anal, and vaginal sex.  If she 
objects strongly enough to use her safeword, you lay off.  I 
won't have you raping her.  Capish?"
     "Capish.  But if she doesn't?"
     "Then have a good time.  I expect you to TRY to get her to 
like it, but you don't have to.  Just make sure she doesn't hate 
it, before you're through.  I don't want my daughter to grow up 
hating either men, or sex.  How well you do on THIS, determines 
whether you ever get a second chance.  Do it wrong, and you'll be 
sorry.  At the very least, we won't be back, and you've hinted 
you like my daughter so much you'd even marry her if she'd have 
you, being so much older than her.  On the other hand, if you do 
it RIGHT, I promise you won't be disappointed, and I DO keep my 
promises."
     "Got it!" I said.  My whole plans for the evening, had 
revolved around making her little girl "like" what I was going to 
do.  I saw no reason to change THAT part of my plans.
     We both went into the bedroom, to look at the trussed-up 
little girl lying on the bed.  Sixteen years old, with a body 
like. . . Wow!  Nicely rounded titties filled out the top of the 
girl's skin-tight little dress.  A short mini-skirt with matching 
black silken panties, finished off the bottom.  Her panties fit 
her so tightly, you could see the indentation of her slit in the 
middle.  Teenagers shouldn't be allowed to wear such clothes.  It 
gives dirty old men like me "hard attacks."  What a gorgeous hunk 
of baby-making machinery!  My cock ached for her, and my mind 
ached at the thought of that smooth little belly being grossly 
swollen with my baby kicking inside.  Well, if I played it right, 
maybe some night June might let me expand my lessons to 
"Pregnancy 101" or "How to make a baby."  The front of my pants 
was developing a "wet spot," at the very thought.
     "Down Boy!" I thought.  "Time enough for that later."
     June pulled the gag out of her daughter's mouth.  "See you 
tonight dear," she said, and kissed Lynn on the lips.
     "Momma!  You aren't going to leave me here with him, like 
THIS! are you?"
     "Didn't you say, you wanted to learn about bondage and 
discipline?"
     "Yes but. . ."
     "Well Mr. Jones here, is going to teach you.  He knows a lot 
more about it, than I do.  He'll see to it, that you're properly 
trained."
     "But Momma!   He's a man, and he might. . . Oh!  You mean 
I'm supposed to . . ?"
     "That's up to you dear, for now.  He'll explain it all to 
you.  After all, he's the trainer, not me.  If you REALLY don't 
want to do this, use the safeword I taught you, and we'll call 
the whole thing off.  Otherwise, I'll see you this evening, 
sometime after 6:00.  You DO remember the safeword?"
     "Yes Momma."  Suddenly, the little girl's voice rose almost 
to a scream.  "Oh Momma!  Don't leave me here!  PLEASE Mommy.  
I'll be a good girl.  Momma please, he'll hurt me!  Don't go 
Momma.  Don't leave me here like this!"
     The little girl's words almost tore my heart, and I'm a 
pretty tough guy.  Still, I looked at June.  She had an angry 
look on her face, as she stuffed the gag back into her child's 
mouth, and said sternly.  "Screaming won't do any good.  I'm sure 
Mr. Jones here has better things to do, than put up with the 
squalling of spoiled brats.  If you don't stop it right now, I'll 
leave you here overnight.  For a second, her head turned to one 
side, as she caught my eye, and winked.   Obviously, Lynn hadn't 
used whatever safeword she had given her daughter.  The screams 
and struggling, were all for show.  And what a show!  If I hadn't 
been listening closely, I would have untied the girl myself, and 
sent her on her way, with her mother.  As is was, it was all I 
could do to restrain an enormous hard-on.
     Her mother's threat, DID have an effect on Lynn.  She 
immediately stopped struggling, and fighting to get words out 
around the gag.  I guess she didn't really trust me enough yet to 
go past the originally scheduled 6 hours.
     "Now, you'll see that she gets plenty to eat and drink," 
said June, looking pointedly at my swelling penis.
     It was all I could do to keep from busting out laughing.  
The three of us were playing games like I was really going to do 
something horrible to her little girl.  Well, who knows, maybe I 
was.  Still, she seemed to want it.  I assured June that I would 
"feed" her little girl properly and yes, I would see that she got 
enough to "drink" too.  I almost peed my pants, at the lewd 
suggestion of what I was going to give the little girl to drink.  
Almost, but I decided to save it for Lynn, in case she got 
thirsty.
     Oh God!  My cock was aching, and my gut too, with suppressed 
laughter.  I could tell, that both June and her mother got the 
'point' as well, as June shook with suppressed giggles, and Lynn 
shook with fear. . . Or was that laughter too?
     "You'll see that she gets some sleep, while I'm gone, won't 
you?"  She almost, but not quite, giggled.
     I assured her, that I would not only put the little girl to 
"bed," but if necessary, I'd sleep with the little girl, to "make 
sure she gets her rest."  Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and 
she started making "mmmph,"  "MMmmmph!"  noises through her gag.  
She looked frightened half to death.
     June bent down, Kissed the little girl on the cheek, 
ignoring the frantic grunts of the little girl, as she fought the 
gag, and said, "Now you be sure  and do whatever Mr. Jones tells 
you to, dear.  I'll be back tonight."
     With this, we both left the little girl, still bound hand, 
foot, and body, and went back into the living room, where she got 
ready to leave.
     As she prepared to go, I couldn't help but ask, "Are you 
sure about this?  Lynn looked REALLY scared there, at the end."
     June's face lit up in a smile.  "I knew you were the right 
one," she said.  "I almost wasn't sure.  Now I can quit worrying 
that you might really hurt her.  Thanks.  No, she could have 
stopped us anytime, right up until we left the room.  Lynn WANTS 
to do this, and I'm not going to cheat her."
     "Unh.  She couldn't say anything, once you put the gag back 
in her mouth," I pointed out.  "She looked pretty scared there, 
when we left."
     June smiled again.  "I guess I'll have to demonstrate," she 
said, then yelled, "LYNN.  USE YOUR SAFEWORD.  ONCE IF 
YOU'RE OK.  TWICE, IF YOU WANT OUT!"
     There was silence from the other room, then faintly:  "Bang  
bang   bang," as the headboard of the bed hit the wall.  
Definitely an odd-number.  Still, it MIGHT be a mistake, and she 
wanted to do it only twice.  Silence afterward.
     "See," said June, then seeing my worry, "DO IT AGAIN, ONE 
TIME, IF YOU'RE OK!"
     Faintly:  "Bang   BANG  bang."  There was no doubt.
     "See," said June, "any strike, any three grunts, wheezes, 
bangs, etc., with about that same timing, and I know she's had 
enough."
     I was impressed.  Here I thought I was the bondage expert.
     "Do you mind, if I use the same system?" I asked her.  This 
had definite advantages.
     "If you wish.  Or, you can use anything else you want.  In 
the meantime, here's a number I'll be at, most of the time, just 
in case.  Second, If you goof, or get carried away, Here's the 
number of the clinic we go to, and her doctor's name.  If you 
hurt her, even by accident, the speed you get her to the doctor, 
determines whether you get to keep your balls or not.  Do I make 
myself clear?"
     She did.  "Perfectly," I said.
     "Also," she continued, "in case of a REAL emergency, there's 
always 911.  If you have to use that number, the speed you use 
determines whether you get to keep your life, or not.  Do I make 
myself COMPLETELY clear on that one?"
     She had.  I gulped and nodded, suddenly unsure of whether I 
should go through with this myself.  June decided for me.
     "See you tonight," she said, slipping out the door.  "Don't 
go TOO easy on her either.  Remember, she wants it, and if you do 
it right, this is just the beginning!"
     There was a <click> as the door shut.
     For a second, I stood there, looking at the door.  Then I 
shook myself, and headed for the bedroom, where a beautiful 16 
year old girl lay bound and gagged, waiting for me to return, 
knowing I had her mother's permission to do "anything I want" 
with her.  Only six hours, to work with.  Hopefully, the little 
girl would be waiting on me naked, my sperm in all three holes, 
begging to be used, when her mother returned.  Well, OK, sperm in 
two holes, but the third one well-used.  I remembered her 
mother's instructions.  I hoped that I would need to use of a LOT 
of those foil packets that her mother assured me were in the top 
right-hand dresser drawer.  There were enough.  I'd have to be 
superman to run out.  There was a whole gross of them.  I like 
people who plan ahead.
     Lynn had rolled over, and was looking at me, with frightened 
eyes, as she saw me open the drawer.  When she saw me examining 
the condoms, her eyes got big, and frightened.  I could tell that 
the girl knew what they were used for.
     I decided I'd better start.  5 hours and 50 minutes 
remained.
     "Lynn," I said.
     Her big blue eyes looked at me.
     "One time!"  She looked frightened now.  What rule had she 
broken, or was I going to give her to obey?
     "Your safeword remains the same.  If you understand this and 
accept it, give me your safeword now.  If not, just lie still, 
and don't say anything."
     Lynn's foot managed to unbend enough to reach the footboard 
of the bed.  With me there in the room, she didn't have to go 
through the gyrations necessary to bang the headboard against the 
wall.  "Tap  tap   tap," went her foot, then she relaxed.
     "Fine," I said.  "Now, do you REALLY want to go through with 
this?  If not, use that safeword right now, and I'll untie you, 
and we'll just have a quiet afternoon together, reading or 
watching television.  You'll go back with your mother this 
afternoon, and I'll never see you again."
     I waited.  Then I waited a little more to be sure.  Lynn 
didn't move.  "OK," I said, suddenly the stern taskmaster.  
"Lynn, you raised quite a ruckus, when your mother left.  You 
almost sounded like you were scared of me.  Are you scared of me 
Lynn?"
     Lynn's eyes were wide, but she started to shake her head.
     I grinned.  I had thought I would have to ask her a couple 
of questions before I got lucky.
     "Oh Lynn," I said sadly, "now you did it.  You lied to me.  
This is your first lesson, and the most important:  Don't EVER 
lie to me.  Understand?"
     Lynn nodded, as much as she could, being bound and gagged.
     "Now Lynn, I WAS going to untie you, and let you stretch out 
for a while before we got started, but since you lied to me, I've 
got to punish you instead.  You realize that, don't you?"
     The little girl nodded, a tear starting down her cheek.  
Obviously being bound for so long was REALLY beginning to make 
her uncomfortable.  I resolved to give her a chance to please me 
relatively sooner than I had originally planned, so that she 
could unwind, before we got into the planned training schedule.  
Besides, I wanted to see the little girl naked, and trussed up 
like that, it would be impossible to get her clothes off.
     I picked her up bodily, and put her across my knee.
     Lynn was shocked with the ease of which I handled her small 
body.
     "THIS!" I said, laying three healthy swats across her smooth 
little panty-covered ass, "is for lying to me!  Next time, It'll 
be much worse!"
     "Unph  Unnnph  unh!"  Lynn grunted in time with the swats.  
For a second, I was struck by the resemblance to her 'safeword' 
then remembered that she only did them, in time to the swats, not 
out-of-sync.  I resolved to stagger future punishment, so there 
would be no such confusions.
     After letting her rest for a second, and get her breath 
after her first punishment, I continued.  "And THIS!" I said, 
reaching down and ripping her panties off violently, leaving her 
bare-assed to six full-armed healthy blows, nearly as hard as I 
could swing, on her now pantyless bottom, "is to remind you that 
you are SUPPOSED to be scared of me."  I didn't swing harder, 
because the first three blows had told me that her rump wasn't as 
firm and full of muscle-tone as some of the women I knew, and if 
I gave her my full strength, it would probably break blood-
vessels, and bruise her.  My hands were strong and callused, and 
I could deliver swats hard enough to raise welts on even 
toughened veterans at this game.  I liked to use my bare hands, 
at least at the beginning, for three reasons.  First, I liked to 
feel a woman's (girl's in this case) bare bottom.  Second, I 
could judge exactly how hard I hit.  And third, I could test to 
see how firm she was, and therefore how much she could take later 
on.
     I hadn't really needed her mother's warning of "no bruises"  
I NEVER bruised any of my "clients," or even my friends.  I hoped 
that Lynn would end up being one of the latter.  As it was, my 
callused hand on her bare bottom raised a nice shade of pink, as 
I very carefully spaced the blows, to both ensure that I didn't 
duplicate her "safeword" timing, and to make the red spread 
smoothly across her cute little bottom.  I didn't want to raise a 
welt, but I DID want her to feel like I was.  A fine point, that 
some disciplinarians can't (or won't) do.  By the time I 
finished, Lynn was crying for real, tears dripping on the bed.  I 
could tell that this little girl had very rarely, if ever 
received such abuse.  Still, there was not even a hint of her 
"chickening out" and using her safeword.  I was proud of her.
     "Now Lynn?  I'm going to ask you again.  Are you scared of 
me?"  THIS time, Lynn nodded violently.
     "Good!" I said.  "Remain that way, and we'll have very 
little trouble this afternoon."  She did.
     "Now," I said, "as your reward for not struggling, when I 
spanked you, I'm going to take the ropes off you, and let you get 
undressed."
     Lynn's eyes got real big at this, and she started to shake 
her head, then thought better of it.  I decided to temporarily 
remove the gag, as well.
     "Do you have some kind of trouble with that?" I asked 
sternly.
     "Do I have to get undressed?" she asked plaintively.  "I've 
never been naked in front of anyone except Momma before, and 
you're a man and. . ."
     "That's the idea," I said.  "To really appreciate discipline, 
you've got to be naked and vulnerable.  Later on, if  you work 
hard enough to deserve it, I'll let you undress me, so that you 
won't feel so embarrassed at being the only one without 
any clothes on."
     Lynn's eyes showed me that she was even more frightened at 
this idea, than being naked in front of me.  I knew that she 
would feel differently before the day was through.  Five hours 
and a half to go.

     Six hours later, I was fucking Lynn for the third time.  
Third time in the cunt, that is.  Two used condoms lay on the 
floor beside me, and a white drop of sperm welling out of her 
well-used asshole attested to the fact that Lynn had been VERY 
good at getting me excited that day.  The 16 year old girl was 
strapped to a chair, crosswise, and gagged, as I gently fucked 
her again.  Once in her ass, not 5 minutes before, and I was 
already about to cum in her tight little cunny.  I couldn't 
believe how sexy the little girl had turned out to be.
     Being fucked like this, was actually a reward I had devised 
for the little girl, after she had performed a striptease for me, 
that would make a eunuch squirt sperm.  I had managed to get most 
of it on tape, and had promised Lynn a copy to take home and look 
at.  She didn't seem to mind, that I would be showing off her 
sexy little body to tens, maybe even hundreds of other men.  The 
thought of hundreds of men jacking off to her undressing on 
screen, had so excited her, that she had begged me to take her 
and fuck her.
     I had made her pay for the pleasure by tying her up so 
tight, that she couldn't move, or speak, to show how much fun she 
was having.  I had left one hand free, to both allow her some 
movement, and as access to her "safeword"  I had so tightly 
gagged her, that she couldn't even grunt, and the rest of her 
body was so thoroughly trussed up in the chair, that she could 
barely move her free hand, to reach me in thanks.
     It was this scene, with me naked behind her little girl, 
stroking for climax, that greeted June when she returned.
     She looked at where my condom-covered cock had vanished up 
inside her little girl's tight little hole.  "Is she good?" she 
asked, as she watched me push up hard inside her daughter.  I 
could feel the little girl's cervix open up around the head of my 
penis, each time I bottomed out in her.  It was only the thin 
film of the latex, that had kept me from filling the little 
girl's womb with baby-making seed three times that day.  Lynn had 
definitely been "good."  I felt her tight little cunny clamp down 
on my prick.  Hearing her mother, and knowing she was being 
watched, had triggered her orgasm.  The feeling was exquisite.
     "Did she do everything she was supposed to?" asked June, as 
she watched me fuck her daughter.
     I remembered how the little girl had swallowed my piss, and 
sucked me off without complaint only a two-hours before.  This 
was her reward for doing such a good job on that, and the 
striptease, and she definitely seemed to like what I was doing.  
Her vagina was now clamping down rhythmically on my cock, as the 
little girl went into an almost continuous orgasm.  Squeeze after 
squeeze.  Only the gag in her mouth, and the fact that she was 
barely able to move in the chair where I had tied her, kept her 
from showing her appreciation even more,  Still, from the rivers 
of cunt-fluid running from her over-used little slit, it was 
obvious, even to her mother, that Lynn was happy with what I was 
doing.
     "Oh God!" I said.  "Did she ever!"
     "Then I think my little girl deserves a reward," said June.  
"Pull your cock out, all the way, so that I can see it.  I want 
to make sure you're using that condom the right way."
     It was murder to pull out, but I did anyway.  Lynn's little 
pussy didn't seem to want to let go.  From her tied down 
position, Lynn couldn't quite see what was going on between her 
legs.
     About this time, a big white sticky gob of sperm that had 
been slowly oozing out of Lynn's tight little ass picked this 
moment to gather itself together, and start to slide down towards 
the gaping hole left by my exiting cock.
     June and I reached for Lynn simultaneously.  I was about to 
wipe the little girl up, with a Kleenex, so she didn't get 
pregnant, when June almost blew my mind away.
     "I'll get it," she said, pushing me away.  She reached out 
with her index-finger, and scooped up the big blob of white 
stuff.  Then, she calmly took her finger and pushed it up inside 
her little girl's hole?!  I couldn't believe what I was seeing!  
Carefully, June wiped her finger off on the lips of her little 
girl's slowly closing cunny, making sure that every bit of my 
sticky cum was inside her little girl's vagina.
     "Now push it back in," she said.  "We don't want to waste 
any of it."
     I gaped at her.  "But she could get. . ."
     "Pregnant?" asked June.  "You're right.  Having a baby is 
serious business.  When my daughter gets a big belly, I don't 
want it to be by ACCIDENT.  You do know what I mean?"
     "I sure do," I said.  "You're sure this is what you want?"
     "I'm sure," affirmed June.  "Now you push your cock up 
inside her while I watch, so that I can make sure you're doing it 
right."
     Almost fainting with the thrill of watching my cock push my 
sperm up inside the little girl, I did as the woman asked.  I 
took three good strokes, watching my sperm turn the outside of 
the condom white and sticky, before June asked me to pull out 
again.  The by now continuous squeezing of the teenager's tight 
little slit almost had me cumming, but I grit my teeth, trying to 
hold out a little longer.
     "Oh good," said June, looking at my condom-covered penis.  
"It's a good thing you've got that on right," she said, pulling 
it down tight around the head of my penis, smoothing out the 
little gap I had left in the tip, to allow for friction, and to 
hold the sperm.  "I bet you wish you didn't have this condom in 
the way, so you could feel my daughter's slick little cunny 
squeezing on your bare prick, while you squirted my little girl's 
womb full of baby-juice, don't you?"
     "You know, if this thing should somehow crack, or split," 
she continued, running a sharp fingernail over the now tightly 
stretched latex covering the bulging head of my cock, "you could 
actually squirt your sperm inside my little girl, and get her 
pregnant."  With this, she pushed the head of my penis back into 
Lynn's tight little crack, just as the condom started to split 
around the tip, and slide back painfully over the head of my 
engorged cock for a second, before the tear stopped, just behind 
the head that was now threatening to squirt my seed all over the 
inside of her daughter's tight little belly.  "We wouldn't want 
that to happen by accident, would we?"
     I couldn't believe it.  The woman was actually trying to get 
me to impregnate her little daughter!
     "No," I grunted, shoving my cock to the hilt in the little 
girl's belly.  "We sure wouldn't want to get her pregnant by 
accident."
     I couldn't help it.  My cock grew almost another inch, as 
the thought of knocking this cute kid up, with her mother's 
connivance, was to much for me.  This time, the whole head of my 
penis snapped into the little girl's womb, as I started pumping 
sperm into her body, like a fire-hose gone amok.  Spasm after 
spasm shook me, as I did my best to plant a baby in the child's 
receptive young womb.  By now, her vagina was in one long 
continuous shuddering orgasm.  I had seen it only a few times 
before, where a woman would not only climax several times, but go 
into a state of almost continuous orgasm that didn't stop until 
either she collapsed from exhaustion, or the man stopped 
stimulating her.  I was proud that I had managed to get Lynn to 
such a state of excitement, on our first time together.  I was 
vaguely aware of the hand I had left free pulling on my hair, as 
I spasmed inside her, forcing more and more of my sperm into her 
uterus.
     Tug tug tug.  God it felt good to actually cum inside her, 
with my by-now bare penis feeling every inch of her squeezing 
little slit, filling her womb with my baby-making seed.  TUG  TUG  
TUG!
     "What the?"  Suddenly, I was aware of what I was doing.  OH 
MY GOD!  For the first time, I realized just how far I had gone.  
Not only had I came in the little girl, possibly (Probably) 
getting her pregnant, but I had been so involved, I had ignored 
her safeword when she wanted me to stop.  She must somehow have 
known what was happening, and didn't want to get pregnant.   Oh 
SHIT!
     I yanked my still-spurting penis from inside the little 
girl, spraying her backside, and the outside of her vagina with 
the last sticky drops of my potent seed.  As I frantically 
scrambled to untie her, June seemed to get in my way, hurriedly 
stripping the split condom from my penis, and wiping the stray 
drops of sperm off her little girl's vagina.
     Lynn had collapsed, seeming unable to move, as I removed the 
last of the restraints, and untied the gag, with trembling 
fingers.  I was so mad at myself I was shaking with suppressed 
fury.  NEVER in my life as a "top" had I ever missed a client's 
first "safeword" let alone one from a friend.  I knew I had blown 
whatever chance I had of making the relationship permanent with 
Lynn.  She would never trust me now!  More important, I would 
never trust me.  In the excitement of her mother "helping" me 
make a baby in the little girl, without her knowledge, but with 
her (implied) consent, I had not only missed the first use of her 
"safeword" but had almost missed the second!  The excitement was 
no excuse.  A top couldn't afford to lose control.  The whole 
idea, was to make the bottom lose control, while the top kept his 
(or hers).  Otherwise, what's the point of being a top?
     "Oh Lynn."  I was babbling, trying somehow, someway to 
apologize.  "I'm so sorry.  I didn't feel it the first time.  
What's the matter Honey?  Please speak to me.  Please don't be 
mad.  I'm so sorry.  What's the matter?  Lynn?!"  This last, was 
almost a scream, as by now I was frightened.  Lynn just lay 
there, across the chair, gasping, not replying to either her 
mother's or my more and more frantic requests.  Jesus Christ!  
What had I done?!  I must have almost killed the girl, and never 
known it.  I was finished as a top.  Never again!
     "Felt. . . . So. . . . . good!" gasped Lynn, as her 
breathing finally slowed down to a fast pant.  By this time, June 
and I had her sprawled out on the soft carpet, with her arms and 
legs spread out, as though she were tied spread-eagled in a bed.  
She seemed to only hear part of my apology, when I kept asking 
her if she'd forgive me for not stopping sooner.  "Hated. . to. . 
make you . . stop," she said; her words getting clearer now.  "It 
was . just, too . good.  I couldn't stop cumming! Over and over 
and over.  Finally, I had to stop, or I would have passed out.  I 
thought I was going to die, it was so good.   Whoooooo!"
     I breathed a sigh of relief.  The intensity of her climax 
had been too much for such an inexperienced girl.  I could 
understand her fear though.   I had almost passed out myself, 
once or twice from sensual overload, and some of the "bottoms" I 
worked with came to me, just to have me produce such an 
experience for them.  Next time, Lynn wouldn't have to stop.  
"Honey," I said, getting her attention, "you didn't have to stop.  
I know several women who do this all the time.  Next time, just 
let it flow over you.  You won't regret it."
    "But my heart felt like it was going to burst," said Lynn, 
"and I was losing consciousness."
     I smiled.  "You're only 16 Lynn.  I wouldn't worry about 
your heart giving out on you just yet.  Now if you were 45, and 
overweight, maybe, but I don't think so.  As to losing 
consciousness, you said you felt like you were dying of 
pleasure?"
     Lynn nodded.
     "Well, as a friend of mine, who does this all the time says, 
'What a way to go!'  You won't die from overdose of pleasure 
Lynn, You'll just wish you could!"  I smiled at her.
     Lynn smiled back.
     June looked at me.  "You're that good huh?"
     What could I say?  I shrugged.
     June turned to her 16-year old offspring, looking so 
beautiful, with  the red marks on her body already starting to 
fade into the flush from her recent orgasm.  "Would you like to 
thank Mr. Jones for what he's done for you today?" she asked.
     For a second, Lynn paled, as she remembered how I liked to 
be "paid" for her fun.  Then she bit her lip, gulped, and nodded.  
She could take a little more.  I wondered what part of her body 
that I hadn't already hit, slapped, swatted or pinched, June was 
expecting me to use.  It turned out, that June's idea of 
"payment" didn't match mine.  I prefer hers.
     "Tie her up in the bed," said June.  "Face-up, and spread-
eagled."  A woman after my own heart.  She picked up the two used 
condoms, and followed me, as I followed her instructions, by 
picking Lynn up, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against 
mine.  Soon, Lynn was helpless on the bed, the very picture of a 
young girl, about to be raped.  My prick was aching hard again, 
at the very thought.
     "Now look down," commanded June, as she motioned me to get 
between her daughter's legs.  Lynn looked down, at where I was 
positioning myself.  Her eyes bulged, as she noticed that THIS 
time, I wasn't wearing a condom.
     "Momma!" she gasped. "He's not. . ."
     "Uhuh," said June.  "You said you wanted to thank him.  
Well, It doesn't feel nearly as good to a man, when he wears a 
condom.  You'll REALLY show how much you appreciate what he's 
done for you, if you let him put it in, just this once, without 
using a rubber."
     "But Momma!" wailed the girl  "I might get pregnant!"
     "Mr. Jones is a nice guy Lynn," replied June.  "I'm sure 
that if you'll do this for him, he'll pull out."
     "After you 'cum' inside her, I hope," she whispered in my 
ear, before continuing to her offspring.  "Or, we could untie you 
now, and just go home, if you don't think he deserves the feel of 
your tight little cunny against his bare prick, squeezing and 
milking on it, trying to make him cum inside you.  I thought you 
were grateful!"
     "Oh go ahead," said Lynn.  "I really want him to, but I'm 
just scared.  I like the idea of him feeling me, and even me 
feeling him without a condom."  She looked down, where my 
condomless penis was approaching her inviting little slit.  
"Momma!  There's some cum on the head of his penis!"
     Sure enough, a white drop of sperm from my previous orgasm 
inside her, was slowly welling out of the hole in the tip of my 
prick.  It got slightly bigger, as her mother grabbed my cock and 
firmly pressed the head, drop of cum and all, into her daughter's 
tight little cunny.
     "It's just a drop," said June; ignoring the fact that by the 
time she had inserted the head of my cock into her little girl, 
the drop was almost a third of an inch in diameter, and 
threatening to fall off the tip.  She also ignored the fact that 
it took only one drop, to get her daughter pregnant, no matter 
how small that drop was.
     "But Momma!" said Lynn, then stopped protesting.  By now it 
was too late, as she felt my cock slide home in her belly, 
hopefully leaving the cum on the tip pushed into her uterus, 
where it belonged.  I had barely gotten inside her, before I was 
threatening to start squirting baby-juice all over the inside of 
the little girl; instead of giving her the nice long loving screw 
she deserved.
     I needn't have worried.  Watching me slide my sperm-dripping 
cock up in her belly, must have triggered some primitive desire 
to reproduce in her.  Feeling my (as she now knew) bare cock 
sliding in and out, knowing she MIGHT get pregnant, was both a 
thrill and a terror to the young girl.  Also, she was still 
somewhat excited, and not completely recovered from her earlier 
orgasm.  Lynn began climaxing uncontrollably, after only two full 
strokes.
     It was too much for me.  Feeling Lynn's tight little cunny 
in orgasm around my now bare quivering prick, and knowing that 
the girl actually KNEW this time, that I might be getting her 
pregnant, while her mother tried every way she could, to sneak 
more of my baby-juice into her daughter's fertile young womb, 
without the child suspecting, was WAY too much for my overexcited 
prick.  I felt a wave of release go through me; as a pulse of 
sperm spat out of the head of my penis, into the welcoming belly 
of the teenager; this time, with no latex barrier to get in the 
way.  "Oh LYNN!" I groaned, as a second pulse left still another 
big blob of seed in the girl's body.  "I'm. . . "
     "Going to cum?" interrupted her mother.  "Remember WHEN to 
pull out!  After all, we want to be careful about making a baby, 
since Lynn is probably fertile right now.  So you be SURE and do 
it right."
     A third contraction shook me, as I deposited one last pulse 
of sperm inside Lynn's vagina.  I gasped, and pulled out my still 
cum-leaking cock.  A big glob of sperm slowly oozed out the tip, 
and onto the little girl's bare belly,  One drop, then another, 
until there was a little pool of white, obscenely puddled next to 
her navel.
     "I thought it would 'spurt' out," said Lynn, looking 
disappointed, at the gooey puddle on her belly.
     "I guess you must have wrung him dry," said June, trying to 
keep Lynn from thinking I might have left the real spurts inside 
her, instead of outside.  There was enough sperm puddled on her 
flat little tummy though to help alleviate that worry.  "A guy 
just can't 'cum' and 'cum' like a woman can.  He's only got so 
much."
     True, but in these circumstances, very deceptive.
     "Now let's see what we can do, about this matter of you 
getting pregnant," continued June, rummaging in a bag on the 
floor, out of sight of her daughter.
     It's amazing how two people can hear the same words, and get 
entirely different meanings.  *I* heard her say she was doing 
something to GET her daughter pregnant, while LYNN heard her say 
she was doing something to KEEP her from BEING pregnant.  
Amazing.
     "Found IT!" she said, triumphantly, holding up a plastic 
case.
     "But Momma," said Lynn, by now confused, "isn't it a little 
late for that?"
     By now, June had removed a pink rubber device, that I 
recognized as a woman's diaphragm.  I was as confused as her 
daughter.
     "Not for what I have in mind," said June.  Again, a 
different meaning to each of us.  "First, let me wipe this off 
you," she said, taking a plastic spoon from her purse, and 
scraping up the glob of cum on her daughter's belly.  My jaw 
dropped, as I watched what she did next.  Calmly, she poured the 
puddle of cum INTO the cup of the diaphragm!  "Now where's that 
'sperm jelly'?" she said, fumbling around until she found the two 
used condoms.  I was gasping in absolute admiration, for the way 
she had her daughter hearing one thing, while I heard just the 
opposite.  What an incredible, kinky lady!  June milked every 
last drop of cum out of the condoms, smearing it all over the 
inside of the rubber cup.
     "You want to make sure you cover every inch," she told both 
of us.  "I need a little more."  With this, she reached out to 
the still dripping tip of my cock, and added the drop on the end 
to the puddle in her little girl's sperm-filled baby-barrier.
     I still couldn't believe I was hearing and seeing what I 
did, as I watched the woman carefully pick up the semen-filled 
diaphragm, curling it a little, remarking, "Mustn't spill the 
'sperm jelly,'" and inserted it into the 16 year old girl, 
pushing it home with a snap.  Almost all the sperm I had 
ejaculated that day, was now trapped inside her daughter's 
vagina, soaking into the little girl's womb, behind the latex 
barrier.  I was ready to cum again, at just the thought.  Too 
late now.
     "Now," said June, closing the plastic case with a snap, and 
putting it back in her purse, "we can give her a douche, without 
washing the sperm.  If you douche, after being fucked, 
sometimes you'll just wash the sperm up into your womb, instead 
of washing it out," she explained.  "Lynn's got to go to school 
tomorrow, without smelling like a whorehouse.  So, we'll douche 
her now, and she can just leave that diaphragm in for a couple of 
days to make sure.  Her period's in about two more weeks, so she 
could be fertile right now."  How she managed to say this with a 
straight face, I'll never know.  I was in too much of a state of 
disbelief, and shock to even giggle at the woman's double 
meanings.  Not to mention, admiration.
     Together, we untied Lynn.  (NOW I knew why June had REALLY 
wanted the little girl tied up.  She didn't want Lynn to see what 
kind of "sperm jelly" [NOT spermicidal jelly] went into that 
rubber cup.)  June took Lynn into the bathroom, gave her the 
promised "douche," and an enema too, and had her take a shower, 
before they headed home.
     "You're a nasty, sneaky, devious old woman," I said to June, 
while Lynn showered in the other room.  "Trying to get your 
little girl pregnant, without her knowing.  Shame on you.  I love 
it.  If I wasn't so in love with your daughter, I'd be asking you 
to marry me."
     "Well," grinned June back at me, "pretty soon, she's not 
going to have much choice, is she?  Remember back when we came 
here, I said if you do it right, I'd see that you weren't 
disappointed?  Well, are you happy?"
     "I'm happy," I said.  "I just hope Lynn's happy too."
     "Oh, don't worry.  She will be.  She likes you, and she 
really LOVES babies.  She's always baby-sitting, and you should 
see the look on her face, when she's got a drooling little bundle 
of joy in her arms.  I just decided to speed things up a little, 
and give her a little surprise, for Christmas."
     I counted on my fingers.  March-15th, plus nine-months.  
Close enough.
     "You WILL invite me over to see the baby?" I asked, 
seriously.
     "Well actually, I was expecting the two of YOU to invite ME 
over."
     "It's a date."
     As they left, I heard Lynn whispering to her mother, "Mom!  
You let him put his thing in me, when there was still cum on it.  
You'd almost think you WANTED me to get pregnant."
     "You WOULD almost think so, wouldn't you?" replied June.  "I 
noticed you weren't exactly turned off by the idea though."
     "Well. . . I'd just better not.  Can you imagine me going to 
school with a big belly?  God, I hope his sperm doesn't leak past 
that diaphragm!"
     "I hope so too dear."

     ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

     Two nights later, They both stopped by again.  June told me 
that her daughter was fine, and that she had liked what we had 
done but, she wanted to try "regular" sex for once.  Since Lynn 
didn't have a regular boyfriend, (Hard to believe, with HER 
body.) she wanted to try it with me, to see which kind she really 
preferred.
     June (correctly) figured that I wouldn't mind "doing the 
honors" even if straight-vanilla sex wasn't usually my thing.  
Besides, they didn't have the time, for a full-blown "lesson" 
this time.

     Well, if you think that I was going to turn down ANY chance 
at screwing this girl who had even an old bachelor like me 
thinking really seriously about how I could trap this SYT (sweet 
young thing) into saying "Yes," to the classic question:  "Do 
you, Lynn Anthony take this man. . . " (OK, I'm not so old.  27 
is considered young, by most people.  It's just old compared to 
16)  Well, anyway, If you think I'd pass up such a chance, then 
you're crazier than I am.  Besides, I'd been having wet dreams, 
ever since that incredible night where her mother had "helped me 
out," so to speak.
     Even straight-vanilla sex has its things going for it:  
Bare-body sliding against bare-body, the slap of bellies coming 
together, the satisfying *spurt* of hot fresh cum into a 
receptive young womb, the sweet panting in your ear of a young 
girl who's *trying* to get pregnant, the tongue in your mouth and 
in your ear, the sweet ripples of a bare vagina milking your seed 
into a fertile vagina, the. . .
     Sorry, I got carried away with my daydreams.  These things 
usually didn't happen to ME.  Most of the women I dealt with were 
both religiously on birth-control, and expected me to use a 
condom besides.  I was quite happy with this, as (up to now) I 
had no intentions of ever getting married.  Much as I enjoyed 
sex, I found the thought of settling down with one woman, shall 
we say, unsettling.  Until two days ago, that is.  Now, I 
wondered how I was going to make it through the rest of my life, 
if Lynn said "No,"  When I got up enough nerve to ask her.
     To answer the question that might be bothering you:  No, I 
did NOT plan on using the baby that might even then be growing in 
her sexy little tummy, as a point of leverage.  I planned on 
asking Lynn to marry me, BEFORE she even knew about it.  If I 
could just get up my nerve, that is.  And: Yes, if she refused 
me, I'd still see that she got child-support.  I just hoped she'd 
let me visit the kid, at least on weekends.  I take my 
responsibilities seriously, and pay my debts.  All of which June 
knew, or she would never have pulled that incredible stunt the 
other night.  So you can see, that I was definitely not adverse 
to having sex with Lynn.  Not even plain old-fashioned 
missionary-style sex.  Just as long as I got my thick fat cock up 
inside her tight little hole, and managed to leave a generous 
helping of the sperm that I had been saving for the last two days 
in her sexy little tummy.  (No, I hadn't "cum" since Lynn and 
June were last over.  Each time I started to "jack-off" it was 
such a disappointment, after that incredible last scene in the 
chair, and on the bed, that I lost my hard-on, before I finished.  
Let's face it, I was spoiled, and was hoping that I could somehow 
repeat it with someone [hopefully Lynn] before my balls burst.  
None of my regular clients, or even friends [female that is] were 
available that week though.)  I wondered if June had any more 
kinky ideas, like last time.

     It turned out, that she did.  Or at least, another variation 
of the same one.  She told me later, that she had to work 
carefully on Lynn for the last two days, to set this up, or I 
wouldn't have gotten to see either of them, until the next 
weekend.  (What happened THEN, is a different story, and not 
nearly so nice.)  THIS time, June wasn't leaving.  She wanted to 
supervise every step of THIS "lesson," to be sure that Lynn "got 
it done right".  My cock ached at the thought of what June REALLY 
wanted me to "do right" with her daughter.
     After she had explained all this, June had us all get 
undressed together.  Surprisingly, Lynn didn't seem to object, at 
seeing her own mother naked with me, and it became apparent, that 
she expected me to have sex with HER as well!  June explained 
that neither of them were the jealous types, and Lynn had already 
told her, that she would be welcome to come over and "get relief" 
from her husband, if she ever got married.  June had already let 
Lynn "play with" a couple of June's dates, but things had never 
progressed very far yet.  Well, Lynn had actually sucked off ONE 
of June's dates one morning, when he had stayed overnight, and 
Lynn found him in the bathroom the next morning.  Except for that 
and tampons, Lynn had actually been a virgin, when I so 
thoroughly "used" her two nights ago, and I hadn't even known.  I 
had suspected she might be, but what girl her age really is, at 
16?  Especially one as sexy and full of life as Lynn?
     It began to look as if I not only had gotten a virgin, but 
if I married Lynn, I'd get her mother thrown into the bargain.  
Wow!  What a way to sweeten the pot!  I mentioned before that 
Lynn was sexy didn't I?  I did?  Good.  Well, where Lynn was 
sexy, June was voluptuous.  For every curve Lynn had, June had 
more.  As I mentioned before, if I hadn't fallen so hard for 
Lynn, that all other women seemed to pale beside her, then her 
mother would probably be the type I'd be chasing.  If I got Lynn, 
I'd get her TOO?!  WHAT an incentive!  My hormones were already 
out of control thinking about having Lynn around as a permanent 
bed-partner, and life-partner as well (hopefully).  This was 
enough to make my mind go out of kilter.
     While all this was running through my mind.  (It wasn't over 
15 minutes from the time they walked in the door, before we were 
all naked, sitting around the kitchen table, discussing sex and 
babies, and even names for them, while we drank a pre-sex cup of 
coffee.  A nice way to warm-up.  I recommend it highly.)  June 
then said that she'd better do something about that diaphragm, 
that Lynn still had in her from the other day.  "Sperm usually 
only live about three days or so in a woman's vagina," she 
explained to both me and Lynn.  "So this should be about the 
right time to change it."
     Oh GOD!  She was doing it again!
     June had Lynn spread her legs, while she removed the 
diaphragm that had been keeping my sperm trapped inside the 
girl's body, for the last two days.  "We've got to be sure to do 
this right," continued June, "as this is Lynn's best time to 
'catch'.  I checked her temperature this morning, and used a 
litmus test as well.  She should be ovulating right now.  So, I'm 
going to make sure this diaphragm is 'properly' prepared, before 
she uses it again."
     I could only gaze in awe at the woman's sheer brass; of 
telling me she expected me to impregnate her daughter; while 
using the exact same words to tell the girl that she was 
protecting her from that very same thing!
     "Now you go into the bathroom, and douche," said June, 
"while I fix this diaphragm."  I still couldn't believe June 
could say this with a straight face.  Me, I was so much in awe, I 
didn't even THINK of laughing.  Besides, I knew June would half 
kill me, if I did.  Not to mention losing out completely in the 
"baby" sweepstakes with Lynn.
     While Lynn dutifully paraded her cute little ass off to the 
bedroom, I watched in admiration as June took the diaphragm over 
to the sink to clean it off, before "fixing" it for Lynn.
     I looked at it with disappointment.  I had hoped to: A. Be 
able to see some of my "cum" still inside it.  It was just wet-
looking, with normal vaginal-secretions.  Lynn's body must have 
soaked up all the semen.  And: B. I had hoped to somehow be 
allowed to fuck the little girl without ANY barriers keeping my 
sperm out of the child's womb.  June seemed to be planning on 
using the diaphragm to protect her daughter from pregnancy this 
time.  Oh well!  At least ONCE, I had done it.  Actually squirted 
my seed in the little girl's unprotected belly, that is.  I 
mustn't get TOO greedy.  Not many bachelors got even ONE chance.
     While I was thinking this, I watched as June first carefully 
cleaned the rubber cup and ring, then pulled an Exacto-Knife out 
of her purse, and calmly CUT THE RUBBER LOOSE FROM THE RING!  
Even watching her, I couldn't believe it.  She then reached over 
to my pre-cum dripping cock with her finger, and smeared it all 
over the ring, lubricating it, and then palmed both ring and 
rubber cup in her hand, as Lynn returned, explaining to both of 
us, "I put the 'sperm jelly' all over the ring, to lubricate it, 
and to make sure it performs properly."
     I was almost ready to waste about a gallon of baby-juice all 
over the floor, instead of planting it up inside Lynn's tight 
little slit, where her mother so obviously wanted me to put it.
     I watched, almost in disbelief, as June had her daughter 
spread her legs again, and inserted the now rubber-cupless ring 
into the girl's tight little hole.  Somehow, she managed to do 
it, without Lynn ever noticing that her mother still had the 
rubber barrier in her palm AFTER inserting the rubber ring inside 
her.
     "There!" said June, with satisfaction.  "Now Mr. Jones can 
fuck you without having to use a condom, and you won't worry.  He 
can put his bare cock right up inside you, and squirt his sperm 
inside you, just as if you two were married, and you were 
actually TRYING to make a baby.  Won't that be fun?  Trying to 
make a baby, without having to worry about it?"
     While I nodded, Lynn's face lit up.  "Oh THANK you Momma!" 
she said.  "I've always wanted to try and make a baby, but I've 
been scared to.  At least THIS way, I can feel what it's like, 
when Mr. Jones 'makes a baby in me,' without having to worry."
     I had a fit of coughing, while I got my face under control.
     June looked at me sternly, then grinned at me.  "See," she 
said, "wasn't I right?"
     It took me a moment, to remember our conversation from the 
other day, then I nodded gravely.  It seemed that she WAS right.  
Lynn DID want it, she was just scared, and June had found a way 
to give her daughter what she really wanted, without the fear.  
Or, at least that's what I tried to convince myself.  The mind 
will rationalize anything.
     By this time, we were both so hot, I was about to lose 
everything all over the floor, before we even got into the 
bedroom, where the evening's entertainment had been planned.  
When I mentioned this to June, she suggested we do it the first 
time, right were we were.  She had Lynn come over and straddle me 
in the chair, and slide down my engorged cock while she watched.
     SHIT!  Two days of dreaming about it, and all this sexy 
preamble, combined with the moist hotness of the sexiest girl I 
have ever known sliding down my cock, made me blow it.  And I do 
mean BLOW!  Before I was halfway inside her, I was spouting great 
big gobs of sperm all over the inside of her squeezing little 
belly.  By the time she was fully seated on me, and the head of 
my penis was pressing up against the tiny hole in her open 
uterus, I had spasmed the little girl full of three big healthy 
squirts, and I was already starting to lose it as the pulses of 
cum started to subside.
     Surprisingly Lynn didn't mind.  SHE was overexcited too!  
"Oh Momma!" she exclaimed.  "He's cumming in me!  I can feel it.  
Just like he's making a baby in me!  Oh Momma, it feels so GOOD!"
     With this, I felt a hard squeeze, then an even harder one, 
as her tight little cunny milked on my prick, and spasmed so hard 
around it, I felt like she was going to cut it in two.  Squeeze, 
squeeze, SQUEEZE!  Ooohhh!  It felt so good!  My cock responded 
with two more healthy squirts, then a couple of spurts, then 
dribbles.  God she was nice!
     Two minutes later, we were both sitting there, enjoying the 
afterglow of sex, while her warm little cunny gave my softening 
prick an occasional friendly squeeze.  We just sat there, and 
cuddled.  This was so nice and friendly.  I daydreamed about 
waking up every morning, and having breakfast just like this, 
with her sitting on me, and my cock up inside her, not really 
fucking, just enjoying each other while we ate.  It was almost 
enough to make me forgo the pleasures of bondage and discipline 
for the chance to do this.  Then, I thought of combining the two, 
and my shrunken cock started to swell again.  Oh god! I was about 
to cum again, just at the thought!
     When June saw us start moving for the second time, she 
interrupted.  "I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds," she said 
with a grin.  "But we only have so much time.  Weren't you going 
to try it in bed, just like married people do, when they make 
babies?"
     I blushed red as a beet, as June reminded me that that was 
exactly what I was doing to her daughter.  Making a baby in the 
little girl, and Lynn didn't even know it.  By now, the little 
girl had enough baby-juice in her tight little belly, to knock up 
a regiment of young girls like her.  It only had to get through 
her cervix, and up inside her womb, to do the job.
     It turned out, that June planned on fixing this, too.  Not 
content with just having me fuck her daughter without any real 
protection, she had figured out a way that would almost ENSURE my 
sperm the best possible chance of knocking the little girl up.
     When we got to the bedroom, June asked her daughter to, "Lie 
back on the bed, before you start.  I want to make sure Mr. 
Jones' sperm only goes where it's supposed to.  You can't always 
trust these diaphragms.  Sometimes, they get holes in them, or 
not properly put in place.  I've got something here, I brought 
along to help."
     Dutifully, Lynn lay back on the bed, as her mother rummaged 
in her purse.  In a few seconds, June had extracted a TURKEY 
BASTER?  What the?  My confusion was short lived, as she 
explained.  "With this, I can suck up all of Mr. Jones' sperm, 
and see that it doesn't go where it's not supposed to," she said, 
motioning me to hold open her daughter's cunt lips, so that she 
could get the baster inside.
     "Oh Momma.  I can do it!" said Lynn, trying to push me 
aside.
     "Not the way I want it done.  Now you just lie back here and 
slide these two pillows underneath your rear, so I can get at you 
right, and let me and Mr. Jones attend to things, OK?"
     "Okay Momma.  If you say so."  Dutifully, she lay back on 
the bed, and let me open her up to her mother's ministrations.
     June actually DID use the turkey-baster, to suck up my sperm 
from inside her little girl.  She poked around, drawing giggles 
from Lynn, and suctioned up every drop.  She even took the baster 
to my cock, and sucked up not only a stray drop of cum seeping 
out the end, but she put it up against the piss-hole, and somehow 
managed to get an incipient drop that hadn't yet emerged.  THEN 
she did it.  I had been expecting something like this, ever since 
she had pulled that baster out of her bag.  I KNEW this device 
was NOT designed to keep her daughter from getting pregnant.  Not 
with all the other things she had done.  So it was with some 
admiration for her ingenuity, but no real surprise, when she 
finished suctioning all the sperm up, that she reached into her 
bag again, and pulled out an enema-nozzle that had been slightly 
modified, and inserted it into the end of the turkey-baster.
     "I've been planning THIS for months," she explained to me.  
Ever since I read a story called 'PREGGIE SARAH' on the internet.  
It took me about two weeks to make it, after several false 
tries."  June then continued to her daughter, "We want to get ALL 
the way up inside you, to make sure the sperm is all out of your 
vagina, and where it belongs, so hold still.  You'll probably 
feel it poking around your uterus."
     "OK Momma."
     I watched as June rubbed a little sperm all over the tip, to 
lubricate it, then pushed the whole contraption up into her 
daughter's vagina.  Once it had gone in about 7 or 8 inches, 
there was an "Ow," from Lynn, as her mother felt around with the 
tip.
     "I've got to get it all," explained June, feeling around 
with the tip.
     "It's OK Momma.  Ow."
     "Almost got it. . . There."  The turkey-baster suddenly slid 
about 3 inches farther into the little girl's hole.  "Does that 
hurt?"
     "Unh!  No, Momma.  It feels weird though.  Like you're up 
inside my tummy."
     "That's good dear.  I want to get all Mr. Jones' sperm, 
especially the stuff that's all the way up inside you.  Now hold 
still.  I might have to push a little, and you may feel some 
pressure."
     "OK Momma."
     I watched in sheer awe, amazement and delight, as June 
lifted the turkey-baster up, until all the sperm she had 
collected ran down towards the tip, then with a gentle squeeze, 
she injected every drop of my seed directly into her little 
girl's womb.  There was a quiet "phlup," as the homemade 
artificial-insemination device did its work.  I almost came in 
sync with it wasting my valuable sperm on the floor, instead of 
in the child's womb, like the rest of it.
     "There!" said June in satisfaction, as she removed the 
baster.  "Now you don't have to worry about his sperm inside your 
vagina any more.  I moved it to where it'll be safer."
     "Thanks Momma."
     "You're welcome.  Now why don't you two try doing it on the 
bed this time.  I'll do this again later, to make sure you don't 
get pregnant by accident."
     Both Lynn and I were agreeable.  She from the internal 
stimulation of having her mother poking around in her, and me 
from the thought of this incredible sexy, kinky woman actually 
squirting my sperm in her own daughter's womb, while making the 
kid think she was doing it to keep her FROM getting pregnant?!  
Wow!  Both Lynn and I were on our way to a rousing climax, within 
2 minutes of my climbing on top of her.  Once I did, June 
repeated her "ensuring Lynn didn't get pregnant by accident," by 
seeing to it that the girl got pregnant deliberately.  What a 
woman!
     When she finished, June "checked" the diaphragm, her 
daughter was wearing, by removing it, and somehow replacing it 
with an intact one from her purse, carefully adding extra drops 
of cum from my penis to "lubricate" it, before inserting the now 
intact baby-barrier back inside her little girl.  She managed to 
do this, right under Lynn's nose, as the woman had her daughter 
hike her ass up in the air on a pillow, so that her mother could 
"get at things better" (and incidentally "hide" things better, as 
well).
     Afterwards, June wanted me to do her as well.  Sadly, I was 
unable, as my cock had seen too much excitement in her little 
girl's tight little snatch.  I was too much of a gentleman, to 
send her away unsatisfied though, after what she had done for me.  
My penis may not always be up to the job, but I always have a 
tongue, and ten healthy fingers.  After I had eaten both her, and 
Lynn out twice, my flagging cock was starting to show signs of 
life again, but they both had to go, as Lynn had school the next 
day, and June had to work.  June made it plain, that next time, 
she expected me to save SOME for her, and not give it ALL to her 
daughter.  My cock ached afterwards, as I watched them go, 
wondering if she meant what I thought she did.  Well, she hadn't 
let me down yet!
     The last I saw of Lynn that day, was when she walked down 
the hall with her mother, still looking like the innocent school-
girl, trying to be sexy, while her mother gave her some last 
instructions.
     "Now tonight Lynn, I want you to sleep on your back, with a 
pillow underneath your rump.  If there's any sperm inside you, I 
want it to stay on the right side of that diaphragm.  
Understand?"
     "Yes Momma."  <giggle>  "It's almost like what you do, when 
you WANT to get pregnant, huh?"
     "Almost exactly the same."
