Her hips were bucking to meet mine. We fucked each other hard. She squirted again and again. Her head went side to side. Fast.I'm a slut! I'm your slu...! Breed me and make me a whore. My husband can't get me pregnant. Do it. Cum in my womb!" I couldn't take it anymore. My balls burned and I pushed deep and let go the hardest biggest loads of my young life. Jet after jet of my seed spraying her fertile womb. She came again. Her cunt was a burning vice clamped down on my spewing cock. Her body was. ” I heard the front door open and close and I yelled, “Don’t leave me!” Gina called back, “I was just kidding.” Very funny. I listened to her in the kitchen, opening and closing drawers and cabinets. The refrigerator doors opened and closed several times. I heard chopping and clinking noises. My mind wandered in uncomfortable directions. I didn’t really know Gina very well, come to think of it, and I was helpless. What if she put something really big inside me? I remembered there was a whole. I know I should be a good person and step back and let things take their course, but why do I always have to do the right thing? My mind ran back through the time we had spent together. The more I thought about him, the more I knew I was not going to make this easy for him. I’ll be sure to remind him of the time we spent together. Mornings that became late afternoon as we talked about our fantasies and then tried them out hour after hour. Tonight he brings my house key back. Tonight I’ll remind. I stalled, waiting for my scent and his hormones to do their work on him. I examined the bottle, reading the fine print several times. He filled the awkward silence explaining how he and Barb used it, then offered to dispense some onto my fingers. Instead, I ceased the initiative, pumping some onto the fingertips of his outstretched hand. He looked up, surprised.From that moment, everything seemed to go into slow-motion. I lifted the sheet and held my breath. He curled his fingers, moving his.