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Horsing Around For Halloween
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

When Larry and his twin sister Sandy go to a party in a 
horse costume, one thing leads to another until he ends 
up being the stud and she ends up being the mare... all 
in front of the whole school... sort of. (MF-teens, 
inc, 1st, rom, preg)
 
***

My twin sister Sandy and I grew up in a rural town, 
population about a thousand or so, and most of the time 
the only playmates we had were each other. For that and 
other reasons we were really close. Our parents were 
pretty liberal too, and it was common to see another 
family member with little or nothing on, especially in 
the summers when it was hot. So nudity was no big deal. 

Well, not until Sandy started growing these really nice 
breasts. She had always had nipples, like me, but now 
they changed. They got darker and more pink and there 
was an area around them that got darker too. And she 
grew hair between her legs. I asked her about it one 
night when I went into the bathroom to take a leak and 
she was getting out of the shower.

"Doesn't that tickle?" I asked.

"What?" she shot back, drying her hair with a towel. 
That made her breasts jiggle a little bit, which was 
very interesting to watch.

"That hair, around your... down there," I pointed.

She looked down and then looked up. "You mean my pussy 
hair?"

My eyes got big and I whispered "When did you start 
talking like that? If Mom heard you she'd skin you 
alive."

She just laughed. "Well, anyway, why don't you ask 
yourself. Does YOUR hair tickle?"

I looked down and there, around my penis, was hair I 
somehow had never noticed. I guess I never spent a lot 
of time staring at my crotch.

Anyway, that's the kind of relationship we had when we 
were thirteen. It pretty much stayed that way until we 
turned sixteen. By then Sandy had real tits and her 
hips had spread out. She was a looker, and I didn't 
think that just because she was my twin. She had blond 
hair, like me, but she wore hers in bangs and it 
brushed her shoulders. Her lips always looked red, but 
she never wore much makeup. 

Guys lusted after her all the time, and sometimes my 
friends tried to get me to set her up with them. But 
that never worked, because we all knew each other too 
well, and dates just didn't seem to work out. Everybody 
tried to "be" a date, when most of us knew everything 
about each other and had since we were little kids. 
There was a little groping and kissing, and some of us 
called each other boyfriends or girlfriends, but it was 
all very innocent.

I accidentally discovered that if you washed your dick 
a whole lot while you were in the shower, it suddenly 
felt so good that your knees would get weak and stuff 
would shoot out of your dick. In school I learned that 
was my sperm. We lived in a farming community, so we 
knew what dicks and sperm were for.

Anyway, us guys talked about sex and about who we'd 
like to have it with, but other than Mandy Johnson and 
Rick Edger, who decided to go steady and ended up 
fucking their brains out until she got pregnant and had 
to start home schooling, none of us ever got to even 
first base, much less getting our dicks wet.

So we dreamed, and talked, and grew up and did all the 
things that thousands of other kids our age did.

Then, in our Junior year, the school announced there 
would be prizes for the best Halloween costumes at the 
school dance. As I look back on this I don't even 
remember what the prizes were, but I do know they were 
a big deal at the time. So Sandy and I talked endlessly 
about what we could go as, trying to win the contest. 

In the end, we decided that rather than dressing 
separately, we'd have Mom make us a horse costume and 
we'd both go as parts of the horse. our Idea was that 
one of us would be just the front part and the other 
would be just the back part - not connected or 
anything. My mother laughed and asked us which one was 
going to be "the horses ass". Then she suggested that 
we connect the halves and go that way.

Mom was good with a sewing machine and the costume she 
made was really pretty impressive. One of us would be 
the front legs and head, and the other would stand 
behind, being the back legs and, yes, the horses ass. 
Naturally, the women ganged up against me and I got 
assigned as the ass.

She got it finished about an hour before we were 
supposed to head off to the dance, so we didn't have 
much time to practice. We got into the thing and walked 
around the living room. We couldn't get our legs in 
time with each other, and from mom's laughter it was 
pretty obvious that we looked pretty lame. So I reached 
out with my hands and put them on Sandy's hips. 

I pulled myself toward her, shortening the distance 
between us, and then we could time our legs together. 
It made the horse look really short, because the back 
legs were pretty close to the front legs, but Mom, 
after she quit laughing, said it looked better than 
before. Our dad came in and asked why the horse was 
walking like a camel. Did you know a camel moves both 
legs on one side forward at the same time when he 
walks? I didn't. But there was no way we could make it 
work like a real horse, so we did the best we could.

By now I was sweating a lot - it was hot inside the 
costume, and I could tell that Sandy's shirt was 
getting damp too. We climbed out of the suit and went 
upstairs to get ready. I mentioned how hot it was in 
the suit and she agreed. "There's no way we can spend 
an hour or two in that thing and not just die from the 
heat" she said. I agreed, but pointed out it was too 
late to change plans. Besides, Mom had put a lot of 
work into the suit.

"Well" she said in a whisper, "we could wear less 
clothing while we're in it." 

I didn't see as how that would work and said so. 

She had an answer for everything, though. "See, we'll 
strip down while we're in the suit, and when it's time 
to get out of it we'll go into the locker room and put 
some clothes on there." 

I allowed as how that might just work.

Which is how we ended up at school, inside the horse 
suit, her dressed in her bra and panties and me in my 
boxers. It WAS a lot cooler. We were some of the first 
people there, so we put our clothes in my locker and 
got in the suit. No one had seen the suit yet, so when 
we wandered out on the basketball court no one knew who 
was inside. We had agreed not to make any noise, and 
that Sandy would just nod the head of the horse "yes" 
or "no" to answer any questions anyone asked us.

The CD player started up and we tried to dance. It must 
have been hilarious. I had my hands on my sister's 
panty covered hips and we jumped around, trying to 
dance. It took almost no time for my hands to slide 
inside her panties. I figured this out about the same 
time she did and we both stopped cold. 

"What are you doing?" she hissed. "Get your hands out 
of my panties you pervert!"

I jerked them out. "I'm sorry, you were jumping around. 
I didn't do it on purpose." 

She harrumphed and we started dancing again. It was 
soon obvious that having my hands on her hips wasn't 
going to work, because they invariably slid inside the 
waistband of her panties, or drug them down around her 
hips. All I touched was the sides of her hips, but I 
knew where my hands were and that was the closest to a 
real live female pussy they had ever been, even if it 
was my own sister's pussy.

The inevitable began to happen. I couldn't keep my mind 
off of where my hands were and my dick started to get 
ready for a bath. "Good thing I'm inside a horse suit" 
I murmured to myself. I changed my hands to her waist, 
which was better, except that even though we were 
almost naked it was still hot in the suit and we were 
both sweating, so her skin was slippery.

During a break in the music Sandy turned around and 
spoke. "Larry, I'm getting tired of leaning forward in 
this damn head. My back muscles are beginning to burn." 

I knew what she was talking about. We both had to bend 
over a little bit. Mom had put something on the inside 
of the top of the horse's back that was stiff, so it 
would rest on our heads. That kept the horse's back 
straight. But we had to lean forward. This put my face 
right in Sandy's back and her face in the head of the 
horse. She could see out through some screened holes, 
but all this leaning forward all the time was getting 
very tiring. 

Acting on impulse I reached forward and put my hands on 
her shoulders, right where her bra straps crossed them. 
I hooked my hands and pulled a little bit, putting my 
face into her back just above her panties. That eased 
the strain on my back because my head was resting 
against her back and I hoped it would ease the strain 
on her back by me pulling back on her shoulders a 
little. It DID work. "Ooooo that's better," she said 
with a relieved sigh.

So, while we were walking around, that's the position 
we were in. Unfortunately, that put my nose right in 
the vicinity of a nice sweaty teenage pussy, which, by 
the way, did NOT smell bad at all. 

If that's what fish smell like, then I think I'd like 
to put fish in my diet.

Anyway, my dick stayed hard. Now when we danced she 
stood up a little and I just kept my hands on her 
shoulders. Pretty soon though she started complaining 
that my hands were digging her bra straps into her 
shoulders. I asked her where she wanted me to put my 
hands if she didn't want them there. 

She thought about it a minute and then reached around 
and undid the bra. She just dropped it down one of the 
legs. "There" she said "Now it won't hurt." Now I had 
my hands on naked female teenaged shoulders. This was 
getting better and better and worse and worse all at 
the same time.

The gym got crowded pretty quickly and everybody was 
trying to figure out who we were. They all asked us 
questions, but Sandy refused to speak and only nodded 
the horses head like we had agreed on. It was during 
one of these conversations that the next thing 
happened. 

She was nodding yes in an exaggerated way when my hands 
slipped off of her sweaty shoulders. She had been 
leaning into them and started to fall forward. I 
grabbed for her around her waist and my hands ended up 
full of soft sixteen year old breasts.

I didn't know what to do. I knew exactly what was in my 
hands, and I knew that Sandy did too. We just sort of 
froze. Then the person who had been talking to the 
horse started asking questions again and Sandy had to 
go back to nodding. 

I knew if I kept on holding her boobs she'd kill me, so 
I reluctantly stepped closer to her and let my hands 
slide off of them, downward, to her belly button. I 
pulled on her a little, but now my head wasn't in her 
back, so it just pulled her against me. Presto, now my 
almost naked twin sister, whose breasts I'd just 
groped, was pulled back against her brother, whose 
rampant hard-on promptly poked into her butt.

I was dead meat. I just knew it. 

Then the most amazing thing happened. Sandy took her 
right hand out of the horses head, snaked it around 
behind her, slid it between us, and grabbed on to what 
was poking her in the butt. Now I'm quite sure she 
thought it was going to be part of the costume. I mean 
I don't think she knew she was going to end up holding 
her twin brother's cock in her hand. It was almost 
comical. She grabbed it, froze, squeezed it, let go, 
moved her hand around from side to side, like she was 
trying to figure out what else was nearby, and then 
slid her hand right through the fly of my boxers and 
grabbed my naked, hard-as-stone cock.

I don't know for sure, because I couldn't see out of 
the costume, but I know there was a crowd of people 
around us now. Most people had figured out who 
everybody else was, or thought they knew, but no one 
could figure out who WE were. The thing that helped us 
was that Amanda Jones and Richard Hecht had come as Mr. 
and Mrs. Death, in long black robes that covered their 
faces, and everybody thought THEY were US. 

Anyway, what I'm saying is that, at the exact moment my 
sister grabbed my hard-on and I had my hands right 
between her breasts and pussy, there wasn't any 
opportunity to talk about it, you know, explain how 
this was all accidental. So my sister thought I was 
groping her tits and I thought my sister was groping my 
dick.

Everybody knows that teenagers aren't all that good at 
reasoning things out. Everybody except teenagers, 
anyway.

So I slid my hands back up to her boobs. She groaned. I 
sighed, because she did not let go of my dick. In fact, 
when my hands slid across her nipples, she squeezed!

I started finding out what a woman's breasts felt like 
first hand. I fingered her nipples and was amazed to 
find they stuck out from the breast flesh about an 
inch! How had they gotten so large? Now she had pulled 
my dick completely through the fly in my boxers, 
including my balls and her hand was pulling on my dick, 
like she wanted me to go somewhere and was leading me 
by my dick. Then she pushed and I realized she was 
doing what I did in the shower.

This was not a good thing. 

I knew what would happen pretty soon if she kept doing 
that, and this was NOT the shower, where all that thick 
white sperm just washed down the drain. 

"Sandy!" I hissed "Let go or something bad's gonna 
happen." I tried to pull back, but she wouldn't let go. 
She pulled me back toward her and my dick slid right 
between her legs. 

"Sandy!" I hissed again. 

"Shhhh" she turned her head. "Just leave it right 
there." Then she went back to nodding.

Now, picture this: I have my sister's wonderfully soft 
tits in my hands, and my dick sliding between her legs 
while she moves her whole body all around nodding that 
damn horse's head. I began to get the feeling she was 
messing with me, so I decided to pay her back. I took 
my right hand and slid it down, over her belly and 
right into her panties. I just kept going, and ended up 
with my middle finger stuck right between the lips of 
her pussy. The funny thing was I felt the head of my 
dick right outside of her panties with the same finger. 

Well, not so funny. Pretty erotic, in fact.

Sandy was breathing hard now. I knew she jacked off in 
the shower too, but I didn't know how to do it to her, 
only to myself. So I figured that if it felt good to 
rub my dick back and forth, it might feel good to her 
to rub my finger back and forth too. So I tried that 
and was immediately rewarded with a hiss, then a sigh, 
and then her butt pushed back at me and she sort of 
wiggled her hips. 

There was suddenly this really wet feeling on my finger 
and at first I thought she had peed on me. Then I 
realized that this was what she shot out, like I shot 
out sperm or something. That meant she was feeling 
pretty good, right?

So I figured I'd see what else I could get away with. I 
hooked the finger and felt around until I felt the hole 
I knew was there. Then I slid my finger into that. I 
knew there was something called a clit down there 
somewhere, and I knew it was supposed to be a bump, but 
that was about it. We didn't get to see any pictures of 
things in those days. So I sort of rooted around down 
there trying to feel for a bump, which resulted in my 
slippery hand rubbing all over her slippery pussy.

First she sort of squatted a little bit, which spread 
her legs and gave me more room. Then she started 
shifting her weight from one leg to the other, like she 
was dancing or something. I felt her hand come down and 
I thought she was going to smack me and pull my hand 
out of her panties, but her hand went right over mine, 
pushed briefly, like she was telling me I was doing a 
pretty good job, and then went right on to the head of 
my dick, which was sticking out in front of her about 
an inch. She couldn't exactly hold on to it, but she 
cupped under it with three fingers and pulled it up, 
pressing it against the part of her pussy my hand 
wasn't in.

Now I know this sounds weird. I mean here we were, 
brother and sister, in the middle of the fall festival, 
inside a horse suit, practically naked, fondling the 
hell out of each other. I mean I think of it now and 
laugh. 

But neither of us were laughing then. Both of us were 
horny as hell, deep in the throes of hormones that had 
been long denied, and everything we were doing felt 
good - and I mean REALLY good. 

So it didn't seem all that odd when she pulled her 
panties aside and pushed the head of my dick right up 
into the slit I was rubbing the heck out of. She bent 
down a little bit and I leaned back a little and the 
next thing I knew the head of my dick slipped right 
into her pussy. Neither of us actually intended for 
that to happen - at least I didn't, and when it did we 
were both surprised. 

We stopped everything right then. Just stood there 
inside that suit, with the head of my dick just inside 
the mouth of her pussy. Somebody outside of the suit 
asked us a question - I have no idea what it was, but 
Sandy's head came up, like she was listening to 
whatever had been said. Her fingers were still pressing 
on the bottom of my penis and she pushed them a little 
harder before removing them, like she was saying "OK, 
now you just stay right there like a good boy." Then 
she started nodding the horse's head again, like she 
didn't have my penis inside her. 

Part of me would really like to have been outside the 
suit that night. I mean, here was this horse, with two 
people in it, shaking and nodding it's head like crazy, 
with the front legs and back legs right next to each 
other and probably making grunts and groans. 

It had to be hysterical. 

Meanwhile with each nod of the horse's head, her hips 
shoved back against me and my dick poked a little 
further into her. I never really got very far in her. 
The head of my dick was sort of sliding in and out of 
the mouth of her pussy really, and more than once her 
hand shot back down to push it back in when it popped 
out. But it was pretty clear she wasn't going to bitch 
me out for what was happening. So I enjoyed myself. 

Since the front legs of the horse were dancing around, 
I got the back legs going too and commenced to try to 
fuck my own sister. 

I'll never forget that night. 

I was pretty far gone already, so it wasn't long before 
I felt that feeling deep in my balls that I knew meant 
my dick would soon be spouting thick ropes of cum. So I 
slid my fingers back to the top of her slit and tried 
to find that bump again. This time it was pretty easy. 
It had been there all along, but now it was bigger and 
I could feel it a lot easier. 

Sandy groaned and her hips wagged back and forth a 
couple of times. Then I felt that hot liquid shoot out 
of her again, all around the head of my cock. I pushed 
on it about the same time as the first shot of my sperm 
blasted out and managed to get it far enough in her 
that all of my spooge went inside of her instead of 
shooting all over the inside of the suit. 

I felt a little guilty about that because I knew there 
was no way she was on the pill or anything, but I also 
knew it would be impossible to explain why there was 
sperm all over the inside of the suit to our parents. 

For that reason I made sure my cock was still in her 
when the next four or five shots jetted out. Both of us 
sort of sagged then and the horse staggered around a 
little bit.

As it turned out that was the perfect thing for the 
horse to do at that particular moment because Andy 
Turner had been questioning the horse, trying to figure 
out who was in it, and he had finally announced that he 
just couldn't figure it out. So when we came and the 
horse sagged, it looked like whoever was in it was 
disappointed that he had failed or something and 
everybody started clapping and shouting. Mrs. 
Barsowski, the principal came over and announced that 
the horse was the obvious winner of the contest, since 
no one could figure out who we were.

On the other hand, it wasn't so perfect, because now 
here we were, her pussy full of my cum, my now flaccid 
dick hanging out of the front of my boxer shorts, her 
boobs showing, and everybody expected us to "unmask". 

I started to panic. But Sandy was better on her feet. 
Very calmly she said "We can't get out of the suit just 
yet, but it's Sandy and Larry." There were cheers and 
groans and people started laughing, but thankfully the 
music started and everybody began to dance. That gave 
us the opportunity to wander off to the locker room.

I was in a daze, so I don't really remember much about 
our "unmasking" in the locker room. I know that once we 
got out of the suit Sandy just stood there, clothed 
only in soaked panties and looked at me. She was 
beautiful. She didn't say a word, just got dressed. 

I must have been standing there like a bump on a log 
because she turned around, pointed at my crotch and 
said "You need to put that away now and get dressed 
before someone comes in here and sees us." I remember 
looking down and being surprised to see my dick hanging 
out of the front of my boxers.

I do remember that when we went back out people 
gathered around us and patted us on the back and so on, 
and I remember being scared that there would be some 
odor around us that would tip them all off, but no one 
said anything. Sandy stayed pretty much with me the 
rest of the night too, which made me feel better. I 
mean if she was really mad at me she'd have gone off to 
stay with her friends, right?

But I had a bad feeling about what would happen when we 
left the party.

She didn't say anything, though, as we drove back home. 
Dad was the only one still up when we got home, and he 
just nodded at us and went back to napping in the chair 
with the TV on. So when I threw off all my clothes and 
crawled into bed I still had no idea when Sandy would 
try to kill me or something. 

I was almost asleep when I sensed the door opening and 
the hall light shone into my room. I could tell it was 
Sandy, because I could see an obviously female form. I 
got ready for the war to start.

But all she did was come over and sit on the edge of 
the bed. "Dad just went to bed." she said. 

"Uh Oh" I thought to myself. Our parents had their room 
on the other side of the house from us and would never 
hear her beating me to death. 

"Larry?" came her voice softly. Here it came. 

"Uh, yeah?" I said lamely. I tensed up so when she hit 
me it wouldn't hurt as much.

"When we... when you... ummm... when your penis was in 
my... did you... cum in me tonight?" She didn't sound 
mad. I was confused.

"Um... I think so." That was the understatement of the 
year. I must have pumped a quart into her. "I'm sorry 
Sandy, I don't even know how it happened, but yeah, I 
think I did cum in you."

She just kept sitting there quietly for a minute. Then 
she took a deep breath and blew it right back out, like 
she had made some kind of decision. I tensed up again.

"You know I'm not on the pill or anything," she said.

"I sort of figured that" I came back. I decided to 
throw myself on my sword. "But all I could think about 
at that moment was that if I splattered all over the 
inside of the suit that Mom would see it and know what 
it was and so I..." 

I knew it sounded lame so I just quit.

I suddenly realized she was naked. I mean stark naked. 
She had come into my room naked. Suddenly my dick 
thought it was time for another shower. It made a tent 
of the sheet covering me and I saw her notice it.

Then she reached out and pulled the sheet down. My dick 
was bent over and when the sheet came free it bobbed 
and waved for a second before it proudly settled like a 
cannon ready to blow my head off. I stared at it 
horrified, knowing she would think I was some kind of 
animal.

She started talking again and I didn't even register 
the first sentence or so. But then she said something 
that cut straight through the fog in my brain. 

Basically it went something like this: "So you put your 
sperm in my pussy, and I might even be pregnant, but I 
didn't actually get fucked. Well I don't think that's 
fair at all. I mean it felt really good, and I'm not 
sorry it happened, but it isn't fair that you got your 
rocks off and all I got was maybe knocked up."

Now that sounds like she was getting riled up, but you 
have to understand that while she was saying this stuff 
her hand reached out and took hold of my boner and 
started stroking it and playing with it. 

I began to get the idea I might actually live through 
the night after all. This sounded like there might be 
some kind of negotiations that could save me. So I gave 
it a shot.

"Um, OK, I understand. What do you want me to do?" I 
asked in my most sincere voice.

She jacked on my cock several more times. "Does it 
always get this big and this hard?" she asked casually.

"Well, yeah, I guess it does," I said back. Where was 
she going with this?

"OK," she said matter-of-factly. "I've thought it over 
and I've decided. I want you to do something for me." 

Now I figured I'd find out what was going on. Maybe she 
wanted my allowance or something, or I'd have to do all 
her chores. "OK, shoot. Whatever you think is fair I'll 
do it." I thought I could maybe argue about it later 
on.

"Good," she said and the next thing I knew she was 
climbing up on the bed, had her knees straddling me and 
her pussy was hovering over my rampant dick. "I want to 
feel it inside me - really inside me - and I want to 
have an orgasm while it's in me."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. "But..."

"You promised," she said in that whiney voice I had 
always hated before this moment.

She began to let herself down onto my cock. I helped by 
holding it straight up. At first, when her labia slid 
around and over the head it felt just like it had 
before. Then with a grunt she sat down hard. 

I know she had never had sex before. Well, not before 
the horse anyway. I mean I knew she was a virgin. I had 
always heard that it hurt the girl a lot the first time 
and that a lot of girls hated it the first time they 
tried it. 

But Sandy didn't act like it hurt. When her butt hit my 
balls she groaned, but it was kind of like the groan my 
father makes when mom massages his shoulders after a 
hard day. Then I couldn't really focus on her, because 
the most wonderful feeling came to my cock. 

Suddenly it was surrounded by hot wet woman for the 
very first time. Her pussy squeezed it all over at the 
same time and I almost shot my wad right then and 
there. But it felt SO good that I didn't want it to end 
right then and there, so I clamped down on my dick and 
bit my cheek at the same time. 

Then Sandy started rocking back and forth. She leaned 
forward and scraped that neat little bump all along the 
top of my cock as she pulled off of it and then sat 
back down. This put those delicious breasts with their 
inch long nipples right in my face. Those nipples 
looked so delicious that I had to taste them so I 
sucked one into my mouth and started gnawing on it like 
it was taffy. That got a hiss of indrawn air from her 
and she started rocking with a vengeance. 

Suddenly she started moaning and saying my name over 
and over again. Pretty soon I was really glad our 
parents' bedroom was so far away because she got loud. 
Her pussy clamped down on my dick again and she came. I 
knew she was cumming even though I had never seen a 
woman cum before. She had never acted like this ever in 
our lives. She sounded like she was in the most 
horrible pain, but was smiling and laughing and 
writhing all over me so I knew she was having that 
orgasm she wanted so badly. 

I was actually proud.

She slowed down and hung her head over mine. "You 
didn't cum did you?" she asked.

"No, I figured I had already done enough damage for one 
day," I joked.

"Good," she said, "because I've heard that a girl can 
have more than one orgasm at a time. Roll us over. I 
want you on top for the next one."

Wow. Who was I to question my sister. We rolled and as 
I ended up on top of her she cast her legs wide open. I 
got my knees dug into the bed and bore down on her, 
impaling her to the balls. 

"Ohhhhh," she groaned again. "Larry you have no idea 
how good that feels." 

She was wrong, of course, because I knew EXACTLY how 
good it felt. It felt so good I felt the cum rising 
from my balls again. I was buried in her but I didn't 
move. Her hips arched up off the bed, trying to get 
some movement. "Just hold still for a minute," I said. 
"If you keep doing that I'm going to have another 
accident."

Her hips pushed up at me again. "As long as I get to 
feel that wonderful feeling again I don't care if you 
have two accidents," she moaned. 

I was astounded. I stared into her eyes. She explained 
"Larry, if you came in me already tonight the damage is 
done. So for tonight only you can come in me all you 
want, but please help me get off again." Her hips 
arched again.

Well. Being a young man who had taken lots of showers, 
I knew how many times I could squirt and how long 
between squirts it would take to get hard again. So I 
pulled back and started pounding her like I was trying 
to drive her through the bed.

"Ohhhhh yess Larry... that's it baby... deeper... 
deeper! Yess! Yess! YESS! YESSSSSSS!!!!"

Her pussy clamped down on me again and this time it 
actually fluttered. It was amazing. It was also 
irresistible. I blew her full of cum instantly. I 
pounded in deep and stayed there as my dick spat gob 
after gob of thick creamy sperm into her womb. Cum 
flowed like a river.

Fifteen minutes later I came in her again. 

The next time took half an hour. 

By the time we were finally exhausted I had jetted my 
seed into her sweet belly three times. Then, with me 
still in her, she reached over, set the alarm for five 
in the morning, and cuddled up to me. We lay there 
naked and entwined, sleeping, for the rest of the 
night.

That was in October of our Junior year of High School. 
The next day I made overtures toward her, but she shook 
her head no. "Larry, last night mustn't happen again. 
If I'm not already pregnant you'd knock me up within a 
week if last night was anything like normal. We just 
can't do it any more." 

She was serious too. No more nooky was allowed.

It turned out she was not pregnant. Big sigh of relief. 
Once she was sure of that she did agree to oral sex, 
and for the next two years we had great oral sex on man 
many occasions. But she never would let my dick near 
her pussy after that.

Until we graduated. 

That summer we talked about college and decided to go 
together. She insisted that we share an apartment. I 
had a full scholarship in Biology that was being 
sponsored by a big bio tech company with the agreement 
that I'd go to work for them. I had to intern during 
summers, but they paid me a regular wage then, and 
during the school year I got a stipend to live on. 
Sandy got a part time job and pursued an Art degree. 

We found a nice, if small apartment and moved our stuff 
in. There was only one bedroom, but there was a couch 
that folded out into a bed. I offered to use that, but 
Sandy said, "We'll see." 

It took us the rest of the afternoon to get everything 
moved in and unpack the things we needed right away. 

Sandy stopped to take a shower and came out dressed in 
her big terrycloth robe. "Your turn" she said. "You 
stink. I'll fix some supper while you're cleaning up. 
And don't play with yourself in there either. I know 
what I want for dessert."

So I took my first shower in our new apartment and 
didn't even get the chance to decorate the shower walls 
with my spunk. I didn't exactly grumble about it, 
because I knew how talented her mouth was by now. I 
hurried.

"Hurry up, it's almost ready." came her voice.

I combed my hair and went out of the bathroom into the 
bedroom, expecting to get dressed and go to the 
kitchen, so I could eat... so she could eat.

She was on the bed, stark naked, knees drawn up, with 
her pussy lips pulled apart a little bit, like they 
were saying, "Here boy... come on... good boy."

OK, I could eat dessert before dinner. I'd done it 
plenty of times before. I crawled on the bed and kissed 
those pussy lips, slipping my tongue into her a little 
like I knew she liked. I felt her fingers in my hair, 
pulling, and thought she wanted me to work over her 
clitty, so I moved up there. 

But she kept pulling.

So I went up to those strawberry nipples and sucked on 
them for a while.

But she kept pulling.

When we were face to face she had this dreamy sort of 
look on her face. "Put it in me," she said.

"In you?" I was behind the power curve.

"Your penis," she said. "I want it in me."

"But we don't do that," I said. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"We do now," she said.

She didn't let me up until I had cum in her twice and 
she had had a half dozen orgasms. Then we ate dinner. 
Then she crawled up on the table and offered herself to 
me there. It was crazy. 

I was deep in her, about to squirt for the third time 
in an hour. "So why didn't you tell me you got on the 
pill?" I asked.

Her pussy slammed up onto my prick as she started 
cumming again. 

"What pill?" she said, her eyes all glassy looking.

"The pill that's going to keep me from fucking a baby 
in you right this instant." I grunted. My cock was 
already leaking and a nice healthy spurt of spunk was 
only about a half second away.

Her eyes cleared, "We're not in High School any more 
Larry. I can have three or four babies now."

With an explosion of emotion and semen, I got started 
on the first one.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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