Dad berated him incessantly for being a nutless little pussy and bragged how he had fucked three girls on his sixteenth. He boasted that he might eve... have knocked two of them up but he didn’t care, that was their goddamn problem. Neither of us believed him. As Max tuned to walk away the drunken son-of-a-bitch yelled at him, “The best part of you boy, ran down your mama’s leg where the cunt licking dog lapped it off.”That night Max was a bundle of defeated insecurity. I heard him talking to. My body grew warm at the friction, the kind of warm only a girl's body can get during sex. His hands cupped my boobs, kneading them. My boobs are round soft creamy things that don't fit even Harry's large hands. Harry kneaded them the way a woman might knead her boobs trying to elicit milk from them. I looked around. We were making out on the dance floor. Was everybody blind? Harry kissed my neck and spun me around again, pulling me towards him quickly. He leaned in to kiss me passionately, his. She twisted, her head back, her eyes closed. Within her hand, his cock pulsated with a rapid, excited beat that she couldn't remain immune to.Her own heart was thumping hotly behind the soft cushions of her 38-Cs, and she pressed them against Roger's chest, kissing him with her hard sweat- dripping nipples. He straightened out his finger inside her shithole and she winced, but she knew she had to have it.Kate was still assreaming herself with the wine bottle. Christ, what a slut! But a real. Each of us wants one from the man we want to marry. After that, we don't care any more. Either of you can get us pregnant again, and we'll be gloriously happy." You're kidding!" he gasped."Try us," said Cindy, reaching to insert him in her again. "But right now, try me."Things moved more quickly after that. When the girls were eight weeks pregnant, they stood in front of a desk, at City hall. Neither was showing, but both looked like exactly what they were - High School Seniors."Let me get this.