So this is what you need, asked the proprietor, a shady looking Hispanic man.  I took the bag of white powder, chemical Z from him and tasted a minute quantity with my pinky.  I immediately began to feel a little dizzy.  Yes, I replied, exactly what I need.  I walked out of the house into the burning sun of North-Eastern Mexico, got into my rental 1970's Chevy pick-up truck, and rattled across the border, back into Texas.  I mailed the powder disguised in a shipment of bananas.  Ha, I sucked the bananas out of their peels, and pushed chemical Z into the peels.  Then I took a plane back to North Carolina, back to college on the coast, where my mission rested.  First, I had to pick up my luggage from the airport, then to pick up my pot-smoking friend in New Bern, then a two and a half drive through dusk to his college, and from his college, to the party.

The lights were flashing, and there was a copious amount of smoke floating in the air.  Swaying bodies pressed against each other.  My quarry gyrated her body to the beat of the hip-hop music, and then left her partner to go get a drink.  Now was my chance!  I stalked her to the bar, where she picked up a beer in a plastic cup.  I walked past her, bumping into her and as a result, some of her beer spilled out.  Watch out, she cried, as she licked a drop of beer from her finger.  My first objective done, I walked over to a darkened corner, and waited.  My quarry, her beer done, walked away from the deadening party, to her dorm across the street.  She seemed to be walking unsteadily, and began to fall, right into my arms as I sprinted across the street.  She's my girlfriend, I explain hastily to some passerby's.  I carried her petite body to her room, on the second story of the dorm.  Good thing I had stashed my gear in the janitor's closet already.  I opened her door with the keys I found in her pocket, and set her on the bed.  She looked peaceful, with her short, silky blond hair splayed out.  Perfect.  I pulled a tripod first thing out of my black bag, and set it up facing the bed.  Then I took out a very expensive HD Panasonic digital video-recorder and fixed it atop the tripod.  Next, I took out three large, tubular objects, and rested them on the nightstand.  Then, I stripped off all of my clothes, and placed a half moon mask over my face.  

After turning on the lights in her room, and, subsequently, the camera, I removed her clothes, and put them in her dirty clothes pile, revealing her goddess body of an angel.  She was tanned dark, while light golden fuzz stood out over her pussy.  My mouth began to drool just at the sight.  Her C cup breasts stood erect and firm on her tight chest and washboard stomach.  Her lips were still slightly wet from the beer.  I was already hard, but this sight strained my further.  I walked to the camera, and picked it up, so I could show a more perfect view with it.  I zoomed in on every part of her, for future reference...  Then I set it down, and got on my knees near the end of her bed, and pushed her legs apart, until the lips of her pussy opened up a slight bit.  I ran my tongue over her, and tasted her warm, wetness, and felt her pubic hair tickle my nose and tongue.  I entered her with one middle finger, and felt no resistance.  Damn girl must have been fucking some guys after the parties!  Well, I mused, who could blame the guy who fucked this goddess?  He's one lucky dude.  I moistened my face as best as I could with her vaginal juice, and then made my way to her firm tits.  Her nipples were erect, and I just had to suckle them for a second, well, maybe a minute or two.  Mmm, I thought, as I got to her face.  My hand stroked her straight golden hair, and then I just had to kiss her.  Perfection!  
	Now was the time, before the drug ran out, to proceed to my next objective.  I first fucked her gently, and then shot my thick, creamy white semen on her pink lips.  It turned me on so much, that I kissed her wet lips, and tasted my own semen; whew, what a lovely thing.  I ate her again, letting my semen from lips enter her.  

I grabbed one of the tubular objects I removed from my bag.  It was a giant syringe!  It was two feet long, 4 inches in diameter, with a foot long needle an inch wide.  I just had to zoom in on the lettering on the side: it read Baby Maker 2000.  Yes, my goal was to get this lovely angel pregnant.  I removed the protective covering, and looked upon the quadrillions of sperm within; some from men, some from horses, some even my own.  I opened her pussy with two of my fingers, and then stuck it in her as deep as she could take it.  Well, she took about nine inches; I was impressed.  I depressed the top, and pushed all of the semen inside her; she better get pregnant, I thought happily.  Some began to drip out the sides, so I just let it run until the syringe was empty.  Then I took a vaginal plug and plugged her overflowing pussy.  

Next, I took the other, well, giant syringe, and uncovered it as well.  I lifted her head up, and put a pillow underneath.  I began to drip sperm all over her hair, until it was soaking wet, and used the rest to cover her face.  Oh so sexy, I made out with her spermy face and stroked her semeny hair.  It turned me on evermore, but I knew I had to leave, so I cleaned me up, then her, and packed my stuff up and left.  I would return in four months, to see the results of my work.

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				    2 weeks later
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What the hell?  What's the matter with me, I thought, as I retched again.  One of my friends holding my back pulled my up and wiped my mouth off with a cloth.  It's, it's like you've been sick every morning, she said.  Something clicked within my mind.  I had missed my period, but I thought it was just because of this sickness, but what if it was more?  I immediately grabbed my car keys and took a short drive to the nearest gas station, where I picked up two pregnancy tests.  

When I got back home, my friend had left, but wrote I hope you feel better on my fridge.  I took one test and frantically waited for it to finish.  Oh damn, oh fuck, it was positive!  What the hell do I do?  Now, this was worse because my family and most of my friends were strictly Christian, and I'd just about die of shame.  Well, a thought popped into my head, I could go get an abortion.  

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				  3 months later
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Up at college, I had not heard anything weird about my friends, so I figured my plan did not work.  Three months later, when I went back to my house for Thanksgiving break, I would go see what was up.
