This story is a work of fiction. The characters depicted within have no resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely coincidental. The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only. It is strongly advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all players if they choose to act out the play of this story. This is a work of erotic fiction. If the reader is turned off or offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Family Values 8 – Impregnating Shalini It was Rajesh's and Shalini's first wedding anniversary. We went out for dinner and generally had a good time. While we were at dinner Kiran asked me if I thought it was a good time for the couple to begin thinking of children. Rajesh was now in a good job, and he was more than capable of affording children. Plus, in typical Indian fashion, the relatives had all started asking for the baby. That evening we got Shalini off the pill. Everybody was informed that I would now be fucking Shalini with an intent of pregnancy. That night when I took Shalini to bed, it was different. She had a glow about her. "You seem happy", I told her. "I am, sir", she said. "I want to be a mother, and more importantly, I want to be the mother of your child." She was lying naked, had a couple of pillows under her ass, and her legs spread wide. At that moment Kiran walked into the room with my bottle of water, cigarettes and ashtray. She sat on the bed beside her daughter and began to talk to her. She told her how to increase the chances of pregnancy and other girlie stuff. As she spoke, she had her hand at her daughter's cunt, stroking her to arousal. I sat on an easy-chair, smoking and watching the women. Kiran's fingers ran lightly over the rim of her daughter's cunt. From where I was sitting I could see the faint glisten of Shalini's juices beginning to show. Her eyes were half closed and lips parted. Her breathing was audible and her chest rose and fell in waves. "Shall I prepare her?" Kiran asked me. I nodded. She bent forward and began to lap at the gash between Shalini's legs. She ensured that she approached from the side, so that I got a good view of what she was doing. Her licks were long and lazy, starting at the lower extreme of the girl's cunt and traveling up all the way to the top. At the top, she would start her journey back down, using the bottom-face of her tongue. Shalini responded with short mewing sounds, as her juices began to flow down her crack. On the upward lap, Kiran's tongue would carry the juices up. She would wait for a moment, as the collected fluid, spilt over either side of her tongue and began to flow downwards. Soon Shalini's cunt was wet and dripping with a mixture of her juices and her mother's saliva. Kiran got off the bed and came to me. Holding my hand, she got me off the chair and undressed me. First she took off my t-shirt, then my shorts. As she took off my shorts, she dropped a glob of saliva on my hard penis and massaged it over the entire length. Then she led me to her daughter. I got on the bed, between Shalini's legs, and Kiran got behind me. Reaching around me, she held my penis and guided it into her daughter. I started moving in and out of Shalini's slippery, wet hole. I felt Kiran's tongue at my asshole. She ran the tip around my puckered hole. I began to ram harder into her daughter as her actions spurred me on. She kept at it until I settled into a rhythm. Fucking Shalini is an experience. She had a habit of locking her eye into yours. Her eyes fill with love. She doesn't have sex, she makes love. It doesn't matter who is fucking her, for the period of the fuck she is in love with that person. She gives herself wholly, without reserve and seldom thinks of her pleasure. She reads your body language and adjusts her body to provide you with maximum pleasure. She is a fucker's dream. She moves her hips; no, she thrusts her hips out to meet your thrust. Just as you hit her inner extreme you hear the sharp intake of breath, then she lets out a short, sweet mew-like yelp. She keeps this going for the first one-third of the fuck. It spurs you on, you want to, you need to hear more. So you bang her harder, and harder. The yelps slowly turn to grunts, accompanied by sharp exhaling of air with each thrust. The look in her eyes changes to wanton lust. Her teeth clench and face tight, she is tired but through sheer will-power meets each thrust with her own upward thrust. Then comes the last third of her fuck. Each thrust is met with a scream. It is a raw scream. Man becomes animal. She is in need. Her muscles begin to clasp and unclasp. Your penis feels every inch of the journey in and out of her. Her fingernails bite into your back and they slip on your sweat. You cum. This is the only time your thrusts are not met with thrusts of her own. She just lies back and lets your sperm flood her insides. Her mouth open, she breathes like someone just released from a stranglehold. Deep breathes of air are taken, gulped. Her eyes close and she keeps repeating "yes" to herself, softly. I lie on top of her, not getting up. Kiran rolls beside us. "Stay like that honey", she tells her daughter. "Keep yourself open, let it all slide in. Let his cum seep into your depths." "Yes ma. Yes ma", her daughter keeps replying. We lie like that for about quarter of an hour. Kiran and me kiss, once softly and then passionately. Shalini watches us, still trying to catch her breath. I roll off her and let her mother clean my penis. Kiran sucks me, swallowing any cum that remains. She licks along the length of my organ, my balls, all over, until I am clean. Shalini lies beside us, her thighs squeezed tight to keep my sperm inside. A variation of this scene played itself out until two months after we started Shalini missed her first periods. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments and feedback on this story are welcome and appreciated. Please contact the author at bentspoon@excite.com.