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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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Chapter 19: Possibly Pregnant

Leena Wilson was angry. Frustrated and angry. She was angry at Ravi because he had turned down her not very subtle invitation to have sex with her again. And, not only had he turned her down, he virtually told her she was a slut. She'd get even for that. She didn't know how but she would. And she was mad at his prissy kid sister, the reason Ravi wouldn't have sex with her and the 'good girl' he compared her to.

And now she was angry with her stepmother, too. Not angry because the woman was cheating on Leena's Daddy, Reverend Wilson. He deserved that because he cheated all the time. She was mad at her because as she grunted and moaned and wrapped her legs around Mr. Best, she was getting what little Leena had been sure she herself would get tonight.

Finally and perhaps most of all she was angry with Mr. Best, her schoolteacher and the one who had shown her how much fun and pleasure a girl could have from a good fuck. She wasn't jealous. She knew he was fucking Priscilla regularly and she didn't care if her fucked Lucinda as long as he would once in a while fuck her too. And tonight she really needed it.

The watching thirteen-year-old girl absentmindedly let her hand drift down between her legs and under her wet-crotched panties to cup the puffy moistness of her hungry, young pussy.

Earlier that evening, as soon as Lucinda left the church service, Leena had led Ravi and Madhuri out of the main meeting room and down to her father's office. Then, leaving Ravi behind in the office, she'd taken his sister with her to the peeping corridor from where they could watch Ravi.

"This is our secret, Madhuri. Maybe sometime if you can sleep over with me I'll show you what Daddy does here in the office... when he thinks nobody can see him. Now, wait here while I go talk to Ravi... Hee Hee... And you can see what Ravi and I do when we're all alone."

Leena was pleased and flattered that the foreign girl was so obviously looking up to her even though Madhuri was almost two years older. She wanted to show off for her and although proud of her own shapeliness she was envious of the other girl's large breasts. The handsome, dark-skinned boy was leaning against her father's desk when she returned to the office.

"Where's Madhuri?" Ravi looked past Leena at the door, wondering where his sister was.

"She's safe, Ravi. I left her in a secret room Daddy has... with some stuff she can look at." The young teen sidled closer to the older boy. He'd only made love to her once. At least only once in the proper way. He never had a condom and that meant that she had to let him go in her bottom. She liked it OK but she really wanted to be made love to in the right place.

Ravi gently cupped the little girl's bulbous bottom with one hand and a full, round breast with the other. "Are you sure she won't catch us?"

"For sure, Ravi. And... like... it's safe tonight, too. You know? Like, you can do me right?" The precocious juvenile pulled his fly open and plunged her long fingers inside. She searched under the elastic of his jockey shorts until she found the rigid shaft of his cock. It felt damp and very, very hot. She began to squeeze the spongy tip and massage the skin up and down.

"Leena... Jesus! Ohhh Jesus Christ!" Ravi could not stifle his unreligious exclamation as the girl played with his swelling cock.

Leena could feel the blood rushing to his balls and cocktip. His shaft was throbbing how, pounding forcefully against her palm as she jacked him. She felt his belly go hard, watched his eyes roll in his head. He choked on a breath and fell back against the side of the desk.

"You'll do me, won't you? In my pussy?" Leena grabbed one of the boy's hands and drew it between her legs. "It's exactly fourteen days since my last period, Ravi. So it's safe. Even if you don't have a condom I can't get pregnant."

Ravi wonered if Leena was that ignorant about baby-making. God. Her most vulnerable time. Did she want to get knocked up?

The top of the boy's slacks came unbuttoned and fell halfway down his thighs. Leena could see the heavy orbs of his balls swinging back and forth as she worked the skin of his tumid cock. She found herself staring at the tiny slitted opening at the tip of the head. And she felt him get tense. No! Oh Damn! He was going to go off!

Madhuri had her eye pressed to the little opening and she watched breathlessly as her friend did unspeakable things to her brother. Leena's naiveté paled in comparison to that of her idolizing friend. The fourteen-year-old girl had never dreamed that her friend would touch her brother in the way she was. Nor did she understand what her new friend meant about being safe, let alone know that Leena's ideas of procreational safety were totally at odds with reality.

"Leena... Leena... Leeeenaa !" Ravi rasped, hands going to the little girl's shoulders as his eyes rolled shut. The first appearance of gism was only a bubble. It was followed by a rivulet of foamy white and then came the big surge. A thick streak of jizz leaped into the air and splattered loudly on the top of the preacher's desk. Ravi's face looked torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain. Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Leena had become so interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down into the curls around Ravi's balls until at last the drops splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.

"Yuckk," she whispered, seeing the sticky, slimy strings of the boy's cum hanging between her fingers. She wiped them against his shirt and shuddered a little, her fascination quickly gone. How did all that snotty-looking stuff make a baby, she wondered. And yet even with the aversion she felt for its consistency, something about its slickness, its aroma, made an unexpected thrill tremble through her. Ravi had pumped that stuff up her bottom and Mr. Best had put it in the right place.

Madhuri couldn't believe what she'd seen. It was repulsive but at the same time it gave her a funny feeling in her belly. Her brother had looked odd, afraid yet happy in a way she'd never seen. Her friend had made him that way and the Indian girl wished that she could give her brother the same kind of joy.

"Dammit Ravi. Now I'm gonna be hung out with nothin'" Leena whined as the boy pulled up his pants. "Can't you... like... use your fingers on me?"

"I don't want Madhuri to see anything. Indian girls... the nice ones... they don't ever do this until they're married." And then, as if he suddenly realized what he'd said, Ravi stuttered, "But you're nice, Leena... it's just... it's different with girls like Madhuri."

"Yeah, sure," the girl said disgustedly. Ravi was good looking but he was never going to get close to her again. And already a plan to get even with him was germinating in her mind.

Bob got off the loose-limbed woman as she lay quivering and twitching from the first truly satisfying fuck of her life. She watched dully as the man's thick tool swayed and sagged and then he left. She felt guilty, a sinner, but she was fatigued with a tremendous lethargy and her belly felt heavy from the sinful act she had just allowed.

Leena moved quickly out of the way as her schoolteacher left her stepmother's room and walked naked to the bathroom. She heard the wet sound of him urinating and then the softer sound as he turned on the shower.

Priscilla had been in the throes of orgasm when Lucinda had interrupted the nighttime pleasure she liked more and more. When Mr. Best dismounted she had been disappointed and, as she returned to earth from the heaven of sexual bliss she was also somewhat afraid. But then she dozed off and was completely unaware of her lover's activities. When her sister peeked in she was lying naked but mainly covered by the bedsheet. What would Priscilla say if she awakened her and told her that Mr. Best had just fucked their stepmother? Leena paused for a minute or so but left her blissfully asleep.

Bob finished his quick shower and, exhausted by his marathon lovemaking session with Priscilla and then Lucinda, he fell asleep immediately. Little Leena was not at all sleepy. Or tired. But she was horny. She was as horny as a thirteen-year-old girl can be. And frustrated. The unplanned handjob she'd given Ravi added to her frustration but there was no way that the Indian boy was going to get into her again.

Leena looked in again at her stepmother. Lucinda was still lying flat on her back, her pelvis tilted by the natural cushions of her lush buttocks. In the light from the hallway Leena could see the creamy trickle of excess semen oozing from the pink, vertical gash of the woman's twat.

What the peeping girl couldn't see was the sperm-loaded semen that was not oozing out. With the natural tilt of the woman's pelvis, the mouth of her cervix that the man's bulbous knob had so recently been battering was now resting in the pool of viscous gism that he'd pumped into her. Neither could little Leena see the multitude of sperm swimming into Lucinda's cervix and seeking a lifelong partner. The chances were slim but an egg that was propitiously released just before the boarder had blasted his gism into the spasming vaginal channel would soon complete its journey successfully and Lucinda, like her stepdaughter Priscilla, would be knocked up.

Leena was now mad at everyone. Lucinda, Priscilla, Ravi, Mr. Best and even Madhuri although she really had no reason at all to be mad at the young Indian girl. She went to the schoolteacher's room. He was sprawled naked atop the bedclothes, his penis just a small, limp sausage dangling over the bulge of his gonad container.

Leena went to her room, undressed and went to bed. But she couldn't sleep. She lay there and played with her pussy but masturbation seemed totally inadequate to the thirteen-year-old girl after giving Ravi the satisfaction of a handjob and seeing her stepmother being fucked. She fingered her clit and reached the toe-curling stage that immediately preceded orgasm but the emptiness of her young pussy seemed to block her climax. Finally she dozed.

It was the middle of the night, three or four A.M., when Leena awoke from her restless sleep. And she awoke with the female equivalent of a hard on. Her juvenile loins ached with desire even more than when she'd gone to sleep. Her long-lashed eyes fluttered open and her hand slid familiarly down to her moistly swollen vulva. Without a sound she rose from the bed and padded in bare feet to the schoolteacher's bedroom.

Bob Best was asleep. But not all of him. Even though his thick cock had been well and truly massaged by sixteen-year-old Priscilla's snug fuckwell and then by her chaste stepmother's equally snug twenty-something passage his organ was standing up like a flagpole. When the thirteen-year-old girl approached the bed he heard something and his eyes opened.

The only light was from the hallway but it was enough to show off the girl's ripe, young shape. Although Bob had fucked two women (or one woman and one girl) that night he had gone off only once and his testicles were once again heavy with life-giving fluid. As the horny youngster arrived by his bed he got up quickly.

Leena was suddenly apprehensive as her teacher pushed her down and onto her back. He grabbed her legs and pulled her to where her lush, little ass was just on the edge of the bed and her pussy was just hanging over it. Bob held her legs high in the air and spread them wide apart. His cock thrust out just in front of her pussy. Wet from fingering, the almost hairless labia gaped open, inviting his cock to plunge between them, into the juicy depths of Leena's precocious womanhood. The schoolteacher inserted just the head

of his cock into the pulsing, throbbing opening and holding it in one hand, he swirled it around and around, teasing the sensitive softness of the young girl's sopping pussy. Leena moaned breathlessly, "Oh, do it, Sirrrr! Do it to me! Fuck your little schoolgirl hard!"

Looking down at the thirteen year old girl Bob plunged his stiffened manhood into her adolescent opening in one hard stroke, pushing in until the head of his cock lodged against her cervix. He could hardly believe how tight she was and how hot her pussy was as it clung and grasped at his cock, trying to keep it locked within its depths. He withdrew all the way out until his cock-head was just inside her cuntlips and then plunged in again. The little teen's hips drove up to his as he drove down to her. Their strokes met hard, each grinding their sexes into the other. "Oh, yes... yes... hard... hard!," Leena moaned in a just audible whisper

Three of them in one night, the man mused as he savoured the youngest of the trio. He'd had a mother and her two daughters before but never all three in the same night. Never mind that Lucinda was not their biological mother, it was still lewdly exciting.

The shapely, little thirteen year old pushed up against the older man as he began the see-saw, up and down motion, twisting his pelvis so as

to increase the pleasure. And pleasure it was. Despite his having only a short while ago pumped his potent sperm up into this girl's stepmother, his cock was anxious to ride to the peak again, to climb to new climatic heights. And now that Lucinda had released the pressure of his need he felt he could fuck forever.

Bob used his thrusting cock as a pusher to move the girl over the bed and then he lay down on her and rubbed their naked bodies together. Though the house was cool they were both already slick with perspiration and their sweaty skins slipped and slid against each other. Leena's firm, upthrust breasts were slick and slippery and they turned in little circles against his hairy chest. Wet belly slipped against wet belly and pubic hair wet with their juices interlocked and interwove together.

Leena wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck and held him tight. Her short legs came up and locked around his back. Their thrusts were in perfect harmony, pulling back and pushing forward, each in time with the other. Leena's movements became almost frantic. She was moving her hips in circles and thrusting her pussy at his cock with such force he was fearful she would hurt herself. She was crying and moaning at the same time, ecstatic sounds of almost unbearable pleasure. His movements increased in their pace also, and he was groaning in pleasure. As their peaks approached, their mouths hungrily sought each other, wanting to imitate the action below. They brought their wide-open mouths to each other's and kissed and suckled at each other with total abandon.

The sounds from the boarder's room were loud enough that they were heard across the hall by Leena's stepmother who was sleeping only fitfully. As she came fully awake her first thought was of herself and her sinful, adulterous coupling with the boarder. Her second though was of the heaviness, the relaxing lethargy she felt after allowing herself to be taken. And then the nature of the sounds she heard registered.

It must be Priscilla? She must have gone to the schoolteacher's room to sin with him again. She was angry. Not at the boarder but at her sinful, sluttish stepdaughter. Her anger, though she'd never admit it, was about jealousy, not sin. Pulling on her robe that was still on the floor where it had fallen before she'd been made to sin, Lucinda went across the hall.

Bob Best reached under and grasped Leena's round, firm buttocks. He caressed and kneaded them, ran his fingers down their deep crease, and then pulled her pelvis up tight against him. Slowly he pulled back, and holding her buttocks firmly in his hands, he pushed hard into the ripe teenager's juicy cavity. Over and over, in and out, harder and harder. Their blended juices ran out of the little girl's cock-stuffed pussy and down the crease of her ass into his hands. Her whole buttocks as well as their fronts were now soaked in the outpourings of their love juices.

Lucinda stopped in the open doorway. My God! He was raping little Leena. She was just a child and he was raping her. What could she do? And then the significance of what she was seeing and especially what she was hearing became clearer.

The muscles in Leena's buttocks clinched, drawing tight and hard. Her pussy clamped down on her teacher's cock, almost immobilizing it. She jerked her mouth from his and cried, "Oh, God! Mr. Best! I'm there! I'm

cumming... Ohhhh Sirrr!" Her buttocks started quivering and spasms tore through her abdomen, shuddering her body over and over. She was panting loudly and her breath came in ragged gasps. Her hips pushed up and back, over and over again, just a little less with each movement. Gradually they slowed down and the intensity of her orgasm began to fade.

Bob lifted the writhing girl's legs straight up in the air and drove into her pussy, over and over, like a pile driver driving steel. His climax was building up fast and his cock began the throbbing and swelling that occurs just before orgasm. Leena looked up at him and started reciprocating, pushing him higher and higher.

"Oohhh Gawwd," the man moaned and suddenly, his cock was spurting, shooting out jet after jet of his scalding jism, filling the young girl's receptive passage, bathing her cervix with his potent sperm. Leena had her eyes closed, concentrating on her own pleasure as she felt the belly-filling staff jump and pump within her. She humped against her teacher and he could see the muscles across her stomach draw tight. Her pussy clamped down on his cock again, squeezing it. Milking it, drawing from him the essence of new life. Finally, the ejaculatory spasms ceased and cum stopped flowing and Bob eased down gently on the quivering, twitching youngster.

Leena opened her eyes and looked up at him. There was hero worship in her eyes, but also something else. With a qualm of misgiving the schoolteacher realized that the little girl was seeing him as lover as well as teacher, and this added a new and dangerous dimension to their relationship

For the satisfied youngster this man was all she could ever hope for. Ravi, even if she had not been angry with him, could never satisfy her as Mr. Best did. She'd have to share him with Priscilla, she knew, but maybe she could be better than Priscilla?

After almost half an hour Bob slowly withdrew his cum-numbed, limp tool from its snug enclosure and some of the excess semen leaked out to dribble down the girl's labial slit and into the crack of her ass. But he had kept her sperm-receptacle plugged long enough that another of the little swimmers had found a permanent home. If Bob had felt perversely proud of fucking a mother and her two daughters all in the same night, how would he have felt had he known that he had also knocked up two of them that same night? And the third a few weeks before.

Mrs. Lucinda Wilson went quietly back to her room. What kind of man was this who was living in their home? Teaching their children in school? And having sinful, carnal knowledge of them right under her own roof? Her belly churned with anger, fear and guilt.