Juices leaked out of me, dribbling down my butt-cheeks to soak the bed beneath me. My toes curled as I squeezed her tits. I massaged her nipples with ...y thumbs, loving the hard feel of her pale-pink nubs.“Oh, god, Becky,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! I love it! Cum in my pregnant pussy!”“Ooh, yes, do that, Chris!” Tiffany howled. “Cum in me! Spurt your little sperm into my already bred snatch! A futa bred me! Becky! Becky’s amazing cock knocked me up!”“Yes!” Chris groaned.My pussy clenched.. The following Friday her Grandmother traveled to a friends house about an hour and a half away. Celia called suggesting we go for a swim. It was about a hundred degrees in the shade, but the water was cold and soon we were splashing around having a good time. Celia walked up to me as I stood in waist deep water and we wrapped our arms around each other and began to kiss. I have no idea how long we stayed like that but even in the cold water I was hard as a rock. I realized we were both. I read a dozen stories and got myself off a half dozen times before I logged off. The rest of the day I thought about young boys and my fantasies slowly started changing. First it was my husband watching me while I fucked a young boy and gradually they shifted to my son Keith watching me fuck one of his friends.Keith was fourteen, the same age as the boy in the story who accidentally fucked his mom. I told myself that I would never actually do it with him, but I did start thinking of him in a. In India he had training as a fakir.” He pronounced it fah-keer.“A faker?”“No, fakir,” he repeated. “A shaman or holy man, one trained in various obscure arts. One of those arts is that of a druggist of sorts, using various native roots and powders. One of his concoctions, when mixed in with the water a woman drinks, will render her unfit for the propagation of the species for a period of several months. It is a very secretive process, and one that requires me to procure a number of very odd.