"Get on your knees," she told me. "Do it right."The taste and feel of latex against my tongue shot through me and destroyed my resistance. My head spu... and I felt my face blushing deep red with embarrassment. Even worse, I was growing hard. Shit, that's not true. I wasn't growing hard, I was hard! My hard-on had started before that first kiss. I had lost control over my manhood when I first kissed that damn toy. I dropped to my knees, wrapped one hand around the fuck-stick Debbie wore and began. 1. A breeding party is a very serious commitment - it might be a fantasy of yours to have a c***d without knowing who the father is, but actually going through with it is a very different story. You will be bringing a c***d into the world - an individual person for whom you will need to provide. The c***d might be a product of a fantastic experience, but the c***d will, after all, be a c***d - your c***d - so a breeding party also means quite a bit of planned parenthood on your part.2. Safety. I should be at work and in surgery. A flashing vision of the carjacker's blood on my hands made me stop and take a deep breath. I didn't have time for this crap.Keven was sitting in the living room with one of my notepads in his lap. He had a pencil flying over the paper, sketching something. As I entered the room, his dark eyes rose from the paper and he smiled. Closing the notepad and setting it aside, he rose to his feet and walked up to me, taking my hands in his. "How do you feel this. ..oh.. don't stop....shoot in me."The sweat is pouring off of me. My face, my chest, arms, all drenched as I give one more huge shove, burying my cock as deep in her as I can, our pubic hair meshing together as I explode two big spurts and a third smaller one. I am shaking from the intensity. All the while Beth has been alternately sucking a nipple and kissing her mouth. I have to rest. I lean back, breaking the hold she has on my mid section, and sink back on my arms that can no longer hold me.