The four colluding women had planned for Bobby to have Tuesdays and Thursdays off, to give him a chance to rest, since each of them was quite sure he'd get little sleep on the nights he was with them.   Of course they didn't know about Rachel, and what she did with him on the afternoons she kept him after school. <br><br>
  

The depth of her passion for Bobby had frightened Rachel a little.  When she was under him she felt helpless, but safe at the same time.  He was her Hero, and he'd let nothing happen to her.   But being helpless was also a little scary for an independent woman.   To prove to herself that she was still in control of her destiny, she decided that twice a week ... Tuesdays and Thursdays, oddly enough ... should be enough for any woman. <br><br>
  

It's quite likely, according to some doctors, that as a result of keeping five women full of his teenaged spend, Bobby's sperm count was a little low for maximum fertility.  Perhaps that's why nobody else got pregnant until  April.   Of course it's also possible that their planning was responsible for that too.  While Rachel didn't think about her ovaries, all the others did.<br><br>


But we're getting ahead of the story.  You still need more information.<br><br>


Wednesday night now belonged to Sally.   She got that first Wednesday by simple virtue of complaining that it was her turn.   While she deferred to Mavis, she wanted a chance to explore this new thing in the comfort of her bedroom, and she wanted to be next.   Wednesday night, when they were putting the children to bed, Sally sidled up to Bobby and whispered in his ear.<br><br>


"When you're ready for bed, come to my room."  She blushed at, what to her, was her brazen invitation. What followed could safely be called ... tumultuous.<br><br>


She was horrified at herself for waiting for him stark naked.<br><br>


She was amazed that both her mouth and her pussy were soaking wet.<br><br>


She had no idea what she was going to say to Bobby when he showed up.<br><br>


She didn't need to say anything.  Bobby had been hoping to be with Sally again.  He couldn't get those fat, juicy pussy lips out of his mind.  Prudence had tasted wonderful.  He was sure Sally would too.   When he got to the room he simply started undressing, looking at her naked body as she stood beside the bed.   Like Mavis, she looked nervous.  And, like he did with Mavis, he held her and kissed her before they got into the bed.  Like Mavis, she wanted to be in bed with him, lying down comfortably.  Once there, her hand found his hardness as she kissed him again, squirming at the warm pleasure of his skin against hers.   She had been too nervous to properly appreciate the feel of his skin before, in the bathroom.  <br><br>
 

This was MUCH nicer.<br><br>


She felt his fingers sliding down her side, to her hip, and then between her legs.   No man had ever touched her there.   She held her breath, pressing her lips against his with a hunger that astonished her.  When his finger split her pussy lips and probed to find the little bump he knew would be there somewhere, she groaned, her breath gushing into his mouth.<br><br>


Bobby pushed himself up, rolling Sally to her back.   She had a sudden attack of panic.  He wasn't going to ....  No, she wasn't ready for that!<br><br>


"Bobby" she panted.  "You can't."   She pushed at him.  "I'm a virgin Bobby."<br><br>


Bobby didn't know that word, or what it meant.   What he was thinking about was those full lips that he wanted to kiss and taste.  She was upset about something.  That he could hear in her voice, but surely she wouldn't mind if he licked her down there.  Prudence had loved it.   And she had told him he couldn't do that too.  He paused, looking into Sally's eyes calmly ... more calmly than he felt inside.  He kissed her chin, and then her chest between her flat breasts, and then he teased her nipples with his tongue until they stuck out enough to suck into his mouth.  When he did that he could actually feel them get larger in his mouth.   Sally moaned and squirmed under him.  She had stopped saying he couldn't do what he wanted to do.<br><br>


He kissed her abdomen, not knowing that the nervous receptors between her skin and her ovaries were hypersensitive.   He didn't know what an erogenous zone was, and neither did Sally, really.   Her stomach sucked in at the shock of the tingles.   You could have poured water into that concave area and it wouldn't have gone anywhere.<br><br>


Then he couldn't wait any more and he climbed between her legs.  Her few wisps of hair were no barrier as his hands found her thighs and pushed them apart.   He felt resistance, and Sally lifted her head off the pillow, looking down at him.<br><br>


"Bobby, what are you doing Bobby?<br><br>


He showed her what he was doing as she sucked in air and her belly went concave again.   First he sucked at those plump lips, sucking them into his mouth.  They were fleshy and firm.   Her hips thrust up off the bed, but he remembered how Prudence had done the same thing and was ready for that.   His mouth rode her and he dropped to his elbows, cupping her bony buttocks.   She was delicious.<br><br>


Then he feasted.<br><br>


For Sally, the world suddenly jerked, and seemed to turn ninety degrees to one side.  Not only had no man touched her between her legs, but she had never really touched herself there either.  She had all the normal hormones in her body to create the state of being aroused, and she had been aroused before.  But she hadn't know what to do about it.   She suffered through those bouts of frustrated horniness and eventually they went away.   When she had offered her nipple to a cranky baby, she had received the first sexual stimulation in her life that involved the touch of another human.   Bobby had been the first boy or man to kiss her.   His lips on her nipples had brought her her first orgasm.  When she realized that he had gotten up to suck them again, rather than just ravish her, her panic abated.  She was ready for an orgasm now from those sweet sucking lips.<br><br>


And then he had stopped sucking.  True, his lips on her stomach were wonderful, but she wanted them to go back to those aching nipples. <br><br>
  

Instead, they had gone between her legs.   If she'd have had time to think about it, she might have rationalized that, if a woman could put her mouth on a man's sex organ, it didn't seem like much of a stretch for him to put his mouth on the woman's sex organ.   Of course she didn't have time to reflect.   She forgot all about where her mouth had been, and she stared unbelieving as he leaned in and made the world jerk.  She took in a breath, and it froze, deep in her lungs as he sucked at her pussy lips.   Her head hit the pillow and her back arched automatically and she felt his hands on her naked buttocks.   Then he let her nether lips go and gave his face a funny little side to side wiggle and his lips found that same little spot that his finger had teased not so long before.<br><br>


When he sucked on that, Sally thought she might actually die from the pleasure of it.  Her overworked intercostal muscles relaxed and her breath gushed out in a babbling moan, a series of nonsensical sounds.  The sounds stopped as she dragged in a fresh breath, and began again immediately as it was expelled.  Panic flicked at her like tiny whips striking her body as she realized that surely no mere human being was allowed to feel this kind of ecstasy.  Then, what she now realized was an orgasm, washed over her and she flopped, her arms bouncing off the bed, and her head twisting from side to side.  She felt her legs come up off the bed, her knees bent, as they spread apart of their own volition and the orgasm shook her bones.  Her heels thumped into the center of his back as her thighs crushed his head between them, but still he sucked and licked and teased her clit.<br><br>


To preserve her sanity, Sally willed her legs to open again, and pushed at his head.<br><br>


"No more," she gasped.  "No more."  Great wracking breaths whistled in and out of her lungs as Bobby lifted his shiny face, grinning like he'd been told the funniest joke he'd ever heard.   Then he dropped his head and kissed those lips, getting another spastic jerk out of her loins as she begged him to stop.<br><br>


He pushed up and sat back on his heels.   Sally looked at him and her eyes were drawn to his erection, which had a string of silver hanging from the tip.  She licked her parched lips and wanted to taste that drip of silver more than anything in the world.  Finding reserves of strength she didn't think she had, she sat and rolled, lifting her right leg to get it past him.   She fell to the floor and scrambled up, not feeling the bruises that would show in the morning.  She suddenly felt stronger than the mythical giants Meg read about to the children and she reached out to push Bobby to his back, where she had just been lying.  Then, with an almost feral growl, she leapt on the bed and her mouth captured that stiff column of flesh.<br><br>


For a few seconds Bobby was afraid she was going to bite him.   Her teeth raked down his shaft and he winced, but then her lips sealed on him and she pulled up, sucking.  His prick left her mouth with a sound as she slurped and then swallowed.<br><br>


"I want your juice," she said, her voice sounding deeper.  "Give me your juice."<br><br>


Then she went back to sucking him.  Her hands slid down his hips and under them, to pull him up against her face and his prick slid past the point where her gag reflex was located.   She was so surprised that the instantaneous gagging feeling was gone before her body could react to it.   She could feel him in her throat and she loved that feeling.   She pulled up and gagged again as the tip of his penis slid past that point again.  But she was so excited that she thrust her face down on him again, fighting the gag reflex by pure will until she felt his soft brown hairs tickling her nose.   She felt the urge to sneeze, and pulled off of him to cough until the urge was gone.  Her hand gripped him and stroked while she rested and watched as the head of his prick was uncovered and then covered again.  She sucked the head, still stroking and heard his groans with an elation that thrilled her.  When the first rush of warmth entered her mouth she swallowed it, and then dove down on him again, pushing her nose into his pubes.<br><br>


That didn't work so well.  Bobby kept spurting, but she couldn't swallow because her throat was full of prick.  She had another brush with panic as she choked and pulled up off him to cough again.   His white spend splattered all over his abdomen as she coughed, but the choking sensation was gone and she was able to swallow again.  His penis was running with milky white and she closed her mouth over it to suck it clean, reveling in his taste.  Then she licked up all the splatter as he panted.<br><br>


Afterward, lying quietly with him was so wonderful, his warm body under hers, his fingers tracing small circles in the middle of her lower back, that Sally's eyes filled with tears that ran happily down over her nose and dripped on his chest.  She wished this night would go on forever.<br><br>


Like Mavis, Sally woke in the night.  Her waking was different, though.  She had been dreaming, but couldn't remember the dream.  Then she became aware of Bobby's warm body under her.  When he was clean, she had crawled up on top of him, to lie on him. for hugs and kisses, and they had fallen asleep that way.  She wondered at how good it could feel to lie on top of something so hard as a body, but she loved it.  She listened to his breath as he slept.   Her face was down in his neck, and that was a little uncomfortable.  She wiggled down toward his feet so she could lay her face on his chest, which was a good idea.  That put her pussy lips right on his soft penis, and that felt wonderful too.  She couldn't resist the urge to rub against it, trying to make it touch that wonderful special spot he'd made her feel so good with.  <br><br>


The kerosene lantern had gone out, but there was a full moon that night, and its white light flowed in through the window.  As she rubbed her pussy back and forth on that lump she could see his face.  His eyes opened.<br><br>


"Hi" she said, feeling foolish.<br><br>


His loins tensed and pushed up against her.<br><br>


"You like that?" she whispered.  He nodded and she said "Me too."<br><br>


She felt him getting hard, and that was even better.  She wiggled until her fat pussy lips split apart and rode along his lengthening rod.  She felt electric tingles shoot through her as her clit came into direct contact with his cock.
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"Ohhhh yes I like this," she murmured.   <br><br>


On the upstroke she leaned down to kiss his lips softly, before she rode that long hard thing back down towards their feet.   She set up a rhythm of doing that, sliding forward for a kiss, and then back  away from his face.   Her nipples scraped along his chest, and that felt good too.   She suddenly realized she could have an orgasm this way too, and her speed increased.  Her pussy got slick and wet, and that just made it all feel even better.  Her movements got faster and it was inevitable that she slid forward enough to slip down off the head of his prick and onto his abdomen.  When she rocked back, his prick nosed into her pussy mouth and stuck there.<br><br>


"MMMM" she said as she felt pain.   But it was a sweet pain.  She lifted up and slid back down his shaft, and this time slid forward off of him on purpose.  She pushed back, feeling his penis prod her open pussy and she felt the pain again.  She knew enough about sex to know that his penis was supposed to fit inside her.   She honestly hadn't thought about actually doing that.   She was completely satisfied with what they did together.  But this strange pain was addictive somehow.   She knew that if she pushed hard enough, it might go in her a little more.  She doubted that her small body could take that thing fully into it.  Surely she was smaller down there than her throat was.<br><br>


But it felt so nice to push against that blunt slippery head the produced such delicious pudding.  So she rocked, and she pushed, and she rocked, and she pushed, and then, unexpectedly, the head popped through that pain, causing the pain to increase to a sharpness that wasn't pleasurable.<br><br>


"Ohh owwww" she complained.  It wasn't fair that something so nice should hurt so much.   <br><br>


She rocked back forward and the pain vanished, to be replaced by a dull ache.   She lifted up and slid her clit down his shaft, pleased that the tingling feeling was back.   Again she rocked too far forward, and pushed, and the head slid into her again.   The pain wasn't so sharp this time, though still uncomfortable.   <br><br>


Then his prick spat, and her pussy tunnel was filled with warm spend.   She knew instantly what it was.   She knew instantly that his pudding was going inside her.   He grunted and his hips lifted, and she felt more warm fluid inside her.   She wiggled, loving the feel of the heat inside her.  She realized that it had gone deeper and now the pain was more of a stretching sensation that, while it wasn't pleasurable, was not so bad.   She wiggled some more as he grunted again.   He went in further, but then stopped.   She felt a sudden desire for more and pushed against his chest with her hands to sit up, drawing her knees up beside his hips.   Carefully, she let her weight down and was shocked to feel that sack under his penis touching her buttocks.<br><br>


She sat and just concentrated on the feelings.  What he had done to her before had driven her mad.  But this was a different kind of feeling.  She could feel that spot tingling, but his penis rubbed the tender inner flesh of her body in a way that was just as good, but eminently more bearable.  She rocked and his penis moved inside her, stroking her inner walls and she sighed.   <br><br>


This she could do all night long.<br><br>


She knew if she tried hard enough, she could have an orgasm doing this.  But it was just as nice to just feel him inside of her.  She wasn't aware that his prick had gone half soft after it filled her belly with sperm.    It was cold, sitting up like this.   The covers had fallen down her back when she sat up.   She lay down on him again, reaching behind her for the covers.   He gripped them himself and pulled them up.<br><br>


With her face on his chest, and his young penis in her pussy, Sally Winston fell asleep on top of the man who had just destroyed the maidenhead she had always assumed would be firmly intact until the day she died.<br><br>


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Thursday afternoon, Bobby introduced Rachel to the joys of having a man's mouth on her sex.<br><br>


She tasted wonderful too.  She was awfully loud, and Bobby wondered if he should ask Mavis to make another of those cloth ropes for her, but she tasted wonderful.

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Sally didn't tell anyone that she was no longer a virgin.  It wasn't a topic of conversation that was easy to insert into their usual idle chatter.  It never even entered her mind to confide in Meg or Mavis that Bobby had made her crazy with his mouth glued to her sex.<br><br>


And it just so happened that Meg never saw Bobby leaving either woman's room in the morning, so she was not aware that he had spent the whole night in their beds.<br><br>


Meg simply had no idea that the boy she'd experimented with, such a relatively short time ago, and who, before she gave him that bath, was completely uninitiated in the ways of sex, was now an accomplished and experienced lover.<br><br>


Like Sally, she was thrilled with the little they'd done together, though to her it wasn't little at all.  It was earth shaking to her to have been naked, in a bathtub, while a man's hands had roamed across her body, and to have taken his manhood into her mouth.  Like Sally, she was looking forward to the comfort of being able to play with him in bed, her body pressed against his as she got hot kisses prior to sucking him.  Like Sally, she just hadn't thought seriously about the mysteries full sexual intercourse.   It was something that happened when you got married, and the man knew what to do.   That was the extent of the sexual education her mother had given her.   She had caught only a glimpse of Bobby on top of Mavis in the bathroom, and she had thought about that glimpse a lot.  But she hadn't been able to see the penetration, and that was still something that she had no imagination for.<br><br>


So Meg didn't think about inviting Bobby to stay the night in her bed.  What she planned to do was go to his room, play with him and swallow his delicious warm sperm, and then go to her own bed.<br><br>


She took Constance and Felicity to their room, following June Bug and Emily, who were dragging Bobby to theirs.  Emily was complaining that it wasn't fair that Bobby couldn't tell them a good night story like Sally did, but she didn't sound all that upset.   When she had Constance and Felicity tucked in she waited in the doorway to the next room while Emily hugged Bobby's neck fiercely and she said she loved him.   Then he gave June Bug a kiss on her forehead while she wiggled with joy under her covers, before turning him over to Jenny, who kissed him too.  <br><br>


Meg's heart almost burst, and she felt her pussy getting wet.<br><br>


When Bobby stood up to leave and saw Meg waiting for him, he smiled.  It wasn't a particularly special smile ... just a smile for Meg.   When he got to the door though, she put her arms around him and kissed him on the lips, a long, hot kiss.<br><br>


When she had to stop to breathe she leaned back and looked into his eyes.<br><br>


"You're a sweet man," she said.<br><br>


He smiled again and his hands slid to her hips.<br><br>


"I'm going to tuck you in," she said.  "Would you like that?"<br><br>


What Bobby would like to do was lie on top of this beautiful woman and slide his prick into her until he spurted.   But he made no assumptions.  Bobby's experience with women to that point in his life was completely atypical for most boys, and unheard of for a virgin orphan.  In an odd sort of way his reaction to each of the women was to accept their sexual attention as simply their expression of friendship and love for him.     Nobody had taught him that he shouldn't express friendship like that with more than one woman.   At that point in his life he would happily have fucked any woman someone else would have classified as a "friend".  On the other hand, he got many more opportunities to spurt in a woman than any other man in town, so he wasn't driven, particularly, to seek that with a woman either.<br><br>


So, while he was a little disappointed that all Meg was going to do was tuck him in, he wasn't unhappy.  Maybe she'd kiss him again.   He liked kissing her.<br><br>


He was therefore surprised when she took him to his room and, while he undressed, she did too.<br><br>


"I'm going to stay here for a little while," she said, her voice husky.  "I want to do what we did in the bathroom."<br><br>


Bobby's cock sprang to full hardness instantly.<br><br>


Meg's plan for the night was a very simple and basic one.   She would rub up against him ... dry this time ... and she would suck him until he spurted, and maybe she'd get that tingly wonderful feeling in her belly.    Then, happy and warm, she would go to her own bed and sleep peacefully.   To us it sounds like a silly kind of plan, but Meg had no frame of reference to compare her plan against.<br><br>


She had no idea that, when her naked body touched Bobby's under the covers, that the warm smooth feel of his skin against hers would make her want never to get out of the bed again.   She had felt his fingers on her nipple in the bathtub, and just that touch had brought her to a climax, and now, feeling his skin against her legs and chest and arms she was primed to pop again.  It was so intense that she didn't know what to do next.  Her mouth watered for the taste of his prick, but that meant she'd have to get to her knees, and his warm body wouldn't be pressed against her any more. <br><br>


Then he started kissing her, and she suddenly forgot all about anything else.<br><br>


Bobby's formula for getting his penis in a nice hot pussy was fairly basic and simple.  He knew women liked to be kissed, and he knew what kind of kisses made them wiggle.  He had never seen Meg's pussy lips, and it was too dark in his room for that, especially under the covers.   But he wanted to taste her.  So he started kissing his way in that direction.<br><br>


Meg couldn't believe what she was feeling.  Bobby's kisses on her lips were wonderful.  She loved them, and could happily kiss him like that for hours.  But then he started kissing her cheeks, and jaw and throat and she shivered because those kisses were so different.  She was completely unprepared for him to close his mouth over her nipples and suck them.   The intensity of the feeling all but paralyzed her and she whined, staring into the dark with her eyes wide open.  Suddenly, the loss of the feel of his skin against hers wasn't so bad.<br><br>


Meg was an intelligent woman.  There were gaps in her education, sex being one of them, but given a set of facts, she could use her brain to make deductions and could, in most cases, anticipate an outcome.   So, when Bobby started kissing his way down her body, stopping at her breasts for long enough to make her brain boil, and then KEPT kissing lower, across her belly, Meg had a pretty good idea where he was going. <br><br>
 

What came into her mind at that moment, was the memory of her favorite dog, a Beagle, named Sunshine.   She had been ten at the time, and Sunshine followed her everywhere.   Except one day, when she stepped out of the house, Sunshine wasn't there.   She went looking for the dog and found her in the back yard, playing with Howard Thurston's dog, which was named Blue for some strange reason.  Meg had seen dogs sniff each other, so that was nothing new.   But Blue was doing a lot more than sniffing Sunshine.   Blue was LICKING sunshine!   As Meg walked closer she could see that Sunshine was LETTING Blue lick her, standing with her tail up, and her back legs spread.   Meg looked, curiously, and saw that the vertical black split, under Sunshine's poop hole, was all swollen up.   Then Blue had jumped up on Sunshine's back with his front paws and his rear end had started smacking into Sunshine's rear end and Meg screamed and ran to get help.  When she told her mother to come quick because Blue was hurting Sunshine ... well, that was when she got her lecture about what happened when a woman got married.   Such as it was.<br><br>


While Meg was remembering that incident, Bobby reached his target, crawled between her legs under the covers, and stuck his tongue in her pussy.<br><br>


Meg quit thinking about Sunshine.  Except insofar as she thought about how strange it was for Bobby to be doing this.  People didn't do this.  Dogs did this.<br><br>


Then she couldn't think about anything any more.  She wasn't sure she could remember to breathe any more.   There was a huge sunburst of joy that was consuming her body ... turning it to ash ... except that it didn't.   She took in a shuddering breath as the feeling began to fade and she could sense things about her body again.   She could feel Bobby's cheeks between her thighs, and his slippery tongue against where she sometimes rubbed.   She was delighted that he had thought to do this wonderful thing for her.   She wasn't sure what had just happened.  It had been so much stronger than anything she'd ever felt before that she wasn't sure it was even real.   At any rate, she wanted to thank him for giving it to her.   She wanted to kiss him again.   That was how she would thank him.  She pulled at his hair to get him to come up to her face for a kiss.   He could always go back down there later.<br><br>


Bobby felt her body signal that it was going through an orgasm.  She had a big clit, that was easy to suck and chew on.   Then he felt her pulling him up.   When the other women had done this they were ready to be penetrated.   His prick ached with need now.  As he moved up he fisted it, getting it ready.  He rubbed the tip along her inner thigh until he felt the juncture of her legs.  Then he felt the tip slip into that familiar heat.   <br><br>


As he kissed her lips, he pushed.<br><br>


He still didn't understand virginity.  When he pushed he felt resistance and pushed harder.  With a sudden release he was able to power forward and sink into Meg clear to her cervix.   Her groan of pain was muffled by his lips sealing hers.  Her fingers scrabbling at his hips, trying to push that hurtful thing out of her body were ineffectual.  Bobby, knowing how the others liked to have him deep inside them and moving so that it rubbed that special place, began to rub his embedded prick in circles, mashing Meg's clitty by rubbing it in circles too.<br><br>


Meg was still coming down from her blinding orgasm when her body felt the invader at her sexual gates.  Those gates still hummed with the pleasure his tongue and teeth had given her.   When the first stretching came, she barely had time to recognize it when it was replaced by a sharp stinging pain that made her cry out into Bobby's mouth.  That was instantly followed by the feeling that her insides were being moved around by what was forcing its way into her pussy.  Her thighs automatically flexed apart, trying to ease the pressure, but now that pressure was deep inside her.  She felt panic as her mind grappled with the feelings ... and what they meant.   She had no doubt what they meant, but the concept was something she was not prepared to think about.<br><br>


She tried to push his hips away, but her hands slipped off his skin and she groaned again as his pubic bone hit her own.   Tears leaked from her tightly closed eyes from the residual burning at the bottom of her pussy lips where her maidenhead lay shredded.<br><br>


Then he began his circular rotation, and Meg sucked in another lungful of air to replace what had just been used in that groan.   She held this in her lungs though, because what was happening down there now had wiped out all pain ... wiped out her ability to think clearly.   His lips were still on hers, and what he was doing made her use her tongue to find his.  Her legs flopped, her knees hitting the mattress and then coming back up to bounce off of his hips.   She couldn't hold her breath any more and her combination groan and whine whistled into his mouth so hard that some of it came out his nose.   He pulled back from her lips in surprise and her eyes popped open.   She could see that he was in the same position over her that he had been over Mavis.<br><br>


This was what he had been doing to Mavis.<br><br>


She didn't understand how this had happened, but right then she didn't care.  All she cared about was that he kept doing what he was doing.<br><br>


"Yes" she panted, her hands going to his hips now to help them complete their little circles.<br><br>
<br><br>


"Ohhh yes!" she groaned.   <br><br>


She began to realize there had been numbness, that was fading away, and she could feel his prick moving around inside her.  She could feel her vaginal walls being massaged, and the tip of his cock was digging into something that was deliciously painful deep inside her.  Her hips gave a convulsive lurch as he pressed, trying to get him even deeper and she felt the tingling warning that she was going to have an orgasm.  She had been unprepared for his entry ... unprepared for the pain ... and her whirling mind reached for that orgasm as something she thought she knew what to expect from.<br><br>


But when she reached for it, and welcomed it, its intensity was so much more than anything she'd ever felt before that it overwhelmed her and she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as the pleasure washed through her body like fire.  Her mind screamed that, if this wasn't a real orgasm, she never wanted to have one, because a real one would kill her.<br><br>


Bobby heard her sobs and even though he couldn't see her face his lips felt the wet of her tears.  He realized that her tightness meant he had hurt her and that fact lanced into his heart.  He stopped moving, difficult though that was, and held himself still.<br><br>


Meg's sobs  continued as her hips jerked repeatedly up against him.  When she felt him stop moving and the delicious sensations he was causing began to wane, her fingers grabbed at his hips again, trying to make him move.<br><br>


"Oh don't stop ... Mooooore" she moaned between gasps for air.<br><br>


Bobby was confused by her tears, and her body's response that signaled she liked what was happening.  Very slowly he dragged his still rod almost out of her pussy and then eased back in to see what her response would be.  Her hands pulled at his hips and her pussy jumped up to gobble his prick.<br><br>


"Ohhhhh yessssss" she gasped.<br><br>


He set up a slow rhythm of repeating those moves and he heard her get better control of her breath as her orgasm faded slowly.  Her head lifted, her lips trying to kiss him.  She missed in the dark and got his cheek and he moved his lips to find hers.   Hers were hungry and she bit his lower lip, sucking on it before mashing her lips against his hard and licking his tongue frantically.   Then her head flopped back down on the pillow.<br><br>


"Ohhh more Bobby, please more," she moaned through her teeth.<br><br>


His speed increased until he was slicking in and out of her slippery channel and his pubic bone started to impact her clit again.  She gave a little yip each time that happened, which turned to an explosive "Uh!" each time, her grunts coming faster and faster as he sped up.<br><br>


Then the moment was upon him and he pressed in deep to deliver his thick sperm into the mouth of her womb as she strained up against him, rubbing her clit hard against him.<br><br>


That extended contact with her clit, and the warm bath he was spurting into her brought another orgasm within reach and she snatched for it again, almost frantic to see if this one would be as sweet and hot as the last.  Her welcome turned into a long, drawn out "UHHHHHHhhhhhnnnnnnng" as the fire swept through her again, her body jerking spasmodically under Bobby's weight.<br><br>


Bobby sagged, letting his chest down on her breasts, and Meg welcomed that weight as her mind felt like she was floating off somewhere.  There were long minutes during which they both just breathed.  When he started to roll sideways, she stopped him, not wanting the feel of his skin to go away.   She wanted more kisses and she found herself squeezing his softening cock with muscles she hadn't been aware of before this happened.<br><br>


"Ooooooo, it's getting soft," she complained in his ear.<br><br>


Meg's reaction to having sex was different than that of the others.  Being prodded like that energized her, instead of making her lazy.  She felt full of energy, no longer interested in sleep.   Part of her mind was still anticipating tasting him, and now she pushed him off of her, getting to her knees under the covers and kissing her way down to his groin.   She knew her own smell, and it was strong under the confining covers, but she had no room in her brain to think about that as she found his limp cock and sucked it into her mouth.   Now she tasted the difference ... her taste mixed with his as she suckled him happily.   It felt so different in her mouth when it was soft, and she could play with it with her tongue.  She liked being able to get all of it in her mouth at one time.  His moan electrified her and she sucked harder, delighted that it became more firm.  She worked and played until it was hard again, amazed that something so soft could get so firm.<br><br>


She kissed her way back up his body, stopping to suck at his nipples, so different from her own.  When she got to his lips she kissed him hungrily.<br><br>


"More" she said, pulling him over on top of her.<br><br>


The second time she felt him gush inside her, and that raging fire swept through her body again, she was content to lie with him, alternating between nibbling his ear and pressing her hot lips to his.

Finally they slept.<br><br>


She awoke early, with the dawn, and now she could see his face.  She demanded that he mount her again, wincing at first at the pain of his initial entry and the scrape of his hard prick against abused and tender flesh.  But that pain faded quickly as she reached for another of those fantastic orgasms.<br><br>


As he grunted for the third time that night, and his penis spurted its life-giving fluid deep in her belly, Meg knew she was addicted to this ... that she would have to have this often, for as long as she lived.<br><br>


She gave no thought at all to the fact that she was dead in the middle of her cycle, or that, with all the sperm her womb now held, it was almost impossible that one of them wouldn't ferlize the egg that was descending through her fallopian tube, and almost to her womb.