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The Good Girl - Part 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Good Girl 1/7
It wasn't until I had to pull my cock out of her uterus,
because it actually HURT, that she slowed down, and finally
stopped.
Judy looked at me, love filling her eyes. "Oh Daddy! I
never DREAMED it would be that good." She said, while her little
vagina kept my penis comfortably warm and semi-erect inside her.
"I don't know how I'll be able to stand it, when you take it
out."
"Whoooo!" I gasped, hardly able to talk. An experience
like this, almost had me ready to switch to little girls for my
thrills. Previously, only a well-developed girl like Tammy, or
her mother had been able to turn me on. A woman's well developed
chest, with swaying milk-jugs, and rounded fanny were the stuff
of my dreams. I knew, that from now on, big beautiful boobs, and
furry snatches and shapely legs would be joined occasionally by
tight little bare cunnys and smooth little tummys and tiny bumps
on chests in my dreams.
I wasn't really a pedophile YET, but suddenly I could see
how such people could be made. Previously, I had thought that a
man must be sick, to even be turned on by a child who didn't have
hair on her cunny, or breasts bigger than a boy's. I sure didn't
FEEL sick, but after sharing this experience with Judy, I no
longer felt that only big-girls were sexually exciting.
For several long minutes, we just lay there together,
enjoying the feeling of being mated, until a discreet cough
reminded us that we had company. Regretfully, we pulled apart.
By now, my penis had shrunk back to a nubbin, while Judy lay
there on the couch, with big globs of white starting to ooze up
out of her tiny little crack.
Seeing that I was in no shape to proceed immediately,
Tammy's mother shooed us all back into the kitchen, where we all
enjoyed a hot cup of coffee, and some desert. (Pie, and/or cake,
a-la-mode) All the girls wouldn't leave me alone (not that I
WANTED to be left alone. I loved the feeling of being loved and
wanted.) They all kept brushing their naked little bodies up
against me, enjoying the feel of skin-to-skin contact. Finally,
Tammy got annoyed, and came over and sat in my lap, preempting
me, as it were. After all, SHE was my fiancee.
"Well," Said Tammy, breathing in my ear. "At least, you
did THAT right. I've never seen Judy so happy. Just remember,
you're supposed to be marrying ME."
I couldn't forget it. Through the skimpy little dress, I
could feel the warm sexy body of the girl I loved, and who's mind
matched mine so well. We liked the same things, we worked well
together, we had read the same books, we just "clicked" in so
many ways. The only difference, was that I was oversexed and
horny, and she wanted to wait until we got married. Even that, I
knew wasn't an obstacle, as I knew from our few petting sessions,
that Tammy was just as hot for my body, as I was for hers. We
both had long discussions of how many kids we were going to have
(6 or 8) and what we were going to name them, and the fun we'd
have making them. Believe me, I KNEW Tammy wasn't frigid. Not
only that, but she had actually PUSHED me into this incredible
situation, where I was fucking all of her sisters, and it looked
like I was going to be fucking her mother as well!
It seemed like Tammy had figured out the perfect way to keep
me sexually satisfied, without losing me to someone else, while
she kept her virginity until she got married. (Shows what
jumping to conclusions will do for you.) Her sisters were sexy
as hell and I did love them, but it was Tammy I loved and wanted
to marry, and spend the rest of my life with. Even when I got
mad at her, that one time, I didn't even THINK of abandoning her
for one of her little sisters. It was always Tammy or nothing.
I wasn't about to take second-best. That's one reason why later
on, I got so insistent about the "virginity" thing.
Tammy whispered in my ear. "We've GOT to talk, after we
leave."
I agreed. We most certainly DID have to talk. Especially
after her springing this on me unannounced. Not to mention, not
telling me about my resemblance to her father. We had plans to
take a long walk in the moonlight after we left, so there would
be plenty of time, even after I finished my unexpected "chores".
Speaking of which, There was one remaining naked female in
the house that I hadn't fucked yet. I was reminded of this, when
a big beautiful breast brushed against my cheek, as June asked
her daughter if she could "borrow" me for a few minutes.
Tammy barely managed to nod, and give me a hurried kiss,
before I was being escorted to the master bedroom.
"It's been so long." Said June, rubbing her big bountiful
breasts against mine. (Now THIS was the sort of woman I usually
had wet-dreams about. To have the real-live thing in my arms,
well you can imagine what it did to my blood-pressure.) At 27,
June had the body that most models would sell their souls for,
and you only get to see even half as good, once or twice a year,
in Playboy, or Penthouse magazines. To actually have a woman who
made a Playmate look like a reject, not only come on to me, but
actually WANT me to fuck her, and (could you believe it?) get her
pregnant?! My wet-dreams would always seem a little flat, after
that.
My cock had taken a lot of abuse that night, for a first
time, it was absolutely amazing that I had been able to go 3
times. Now I was to go 4? It didn't seem possible, but there
was a good reason that June had decided to be last. First: Do
you remember the hot little spiel she gave me, to get me excited
enough to fuck Judy? Well that was just a tiny sample of the
incredible vocabulary of this wonderful woman. Within 2 minutes
of entering her bedroom, she not only had me up, and ready to
fuck, but she had me feeling so aroused I could have fucked the
mattress, let alone such a gorgeous hunk as herself. The second
reason, was: She was selfish. She knew I would last much longer,
when I had the "edge" taken off of me, by her daughters, and she
knew I would come quicker with them, but they wouldn't miss it so
much.
I had to keep reminding myself NOT to fall in love with this
woman. She was Tammy's mother! A hopeless cause, I later found
out. EVERYONE fell in love with June, and she seemed to expect
it. But she was fair, she fell in love with everybody as well.
Somehow I knew, that while she'd never take Tammy's place in my
heart, there would always be a place in there of her own. One of
the main reasons she loved me, was that she could see how happy I
made her little girls, most especially her first-born: Tammy.
She sure made me happy that night. I won't go into a blow-
by-blow description of our lovemaking, because: A. I don't
remember it all. I was in sensual-overload at the time. And:
B. It would just plain take too long. (Don't you think this story
is filled with ENOUGH "wanking" material already? You don't?
You're hopeless! OK! let's just say I've run out of adjectives,
and my pud is sore from pulling it too much, while I write this.
And if you buy THAT, I've got this nice little piece of land. . .
back to the story.) I WILL say I screwed her for what seemed
like over an hour, but must have been less than 20 minutes, as
the clock hadn't advanced much more than that, when I came out.
Yes, I did cum in her, and NO, we didn't use birth-control. She
was just as eager as her kids, to have me impregnate her. I did
my best, you can be sure.
Before we started, she asked me a favor. She missed her
husband so much, and I looked so much like him, that she wanted
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