“Mommy!” Tonya gasped, her breasts quivering in my hands. “Oh, Mommy. I’m almost there. Just a few more strokes.”
SMACK!
I slammed deep into her, my crotch slapping her rump.
“Yes, yes, so close!” she whimpered.
SMACK!
Tonya threw back her head and cried out in wordless passion. As I slammed in again, her hot pussy cream bathed my thighs and soaked my bush. Our passions mingled together, her tangy scent filling my nose.
“Mommy!” she shrieked in rapture.
I buried into her.
SMACK!
Came!
My pussy convulsed. My clit pulsed with rapture against the base of the dildo. My breasts bounced before me as my entire body trembled. Waves of ecstasy washed out of my cunt. They flowed through my body. They inundated my mind, spilling over my thoughts and drowning me in this wonderful passion.
“You love Mommy, don’t you!” I howled, my mind melting.
“I love you so much, Mommy!” my friend moaned.
I heard a gasp echo down the hallway. I knew Mrs. Alberts shared our climatic rapture.
My head swayed from side to side, stars bursting across my eyes. I gripped my friend’s tits, squeezing them as my body shook. My orgasm screamed through me. It carried me to dizzying heights before fading.
I leaned over and hugged my friend. My breasts pressed into her naked back. She shuddered beneath me. I rolled us onto our sides, the dildo shifting around against my clit, still buried in her twat. Her head turned to kiss me.
Our lips met over her shoulder. She tasted so sweet. She rubbed into my breasts, my sensitive nipples tingling. Our tongues dueled while I knew Mrs. Alberts was savoring her own post-rapture bliss.
“Mmm,” Tonya purred, breaking the kiss. “So, which professor did you want to seduce next?”
“Maybe we should go for someone from church,” I said. “A sexy, older woman. Like your mother.”
She shuddered. “My… mother?”
“Wouldn’t it be naughty to have sex with your mother?” I asked her.
Her eyes widened. “Becky!” she gasped. “That’s incest.”
“Sounds hot, doesn’t it,” I purred, nuzzling into her ear. I licked her lobe and loved how she shuddered. “To be fucked by your real mother.”
She shifted then said, “How about Mrs. Cantrell. She’s beautiful.”
I smiled. Mrs. Cantrell was a sexy woman. Her daughter was about to be married. Even better, Mrs. Cantrell was a blonde like Becky’s mother. “Sounds good. I bet she’d make a sexy mother.”
“Yes,” Tonya whimpered.
Baby steps. I’d get her there.
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James Davies
“James,” cooed Orihime. “Mmm, look at my tits, James.”
I was bent over my desk at Dreamgirl Delights working on my next masterpiece. The last two weeks had been booming. I don’t know why I thought I was wasting my time. I was creating so many cute girls. Six or seven a day, double that on the weekend.
“You’re not looking at my tits!” Orihime said, pouting.
“Sorry,” I said, inking in the picture, my pen a blur as I drew in the sexy nuns, each one holding a different weapon.
“All you’ve been doing is drawing,” she continued. “Have you forgotten about my tits. Look, I painted them.”
“That’s nice,” I said. “I’m almost done.”
“That’s what you said an hour ago,” Orihime said. The couch creaked. “Talk some sense into him, Ruri.”
“You have been neglecting us, James,” Ruri said. “You created us to love you, but… You are being an idiot sometimes.”
“Sorry,” I said, glancing at the list beside me. I had to draw every girl on there. If her name was written there by Seth, I just had to do it. “When I finish this drawing. I mean, it’s a squad of sexy nuns who fight vampires. How can I resist drawing that?”
“You’re obsessed,” Orihime said. “Something’s not right.”
“I’m creating dream girls for our clients,” I said, my pen outlining the curve of one nun’s breast swelling the sexy habit she wore. It fit her like a glove.
“Say something, Ruri,” Orihime said. “My boobs are not enough.”
“You are going to work yourself to exhaustion if you keep being an idiot.”
“I’m fine. I’m a god, remember.” I shuddered. “A god has to create. I’m making a new life. That’s a miracle. I promise I’ll look at your boobs when I finish.” I glanced at the list. After the nuns, I had a request to draw Deedlit.
A sexy elf…
My pen drew faster.
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Sam Davies
“Yep, it’s pink,” said Rita. The Black girl held up her pregnancy test. “See! I’m totally preggers.”
I giggled. “Preggers, I love it.” I rubbed my naked belly. I was still as flat as a board, but… “Who else is preggers. Please say we’re all preggers.”
For the last year, our periods had all synced up. So it was more than a little surprising when none of us started our monthly flows two days ago. After classes, we raided a grocery store for home pregnancy kits then returned to my place.
We could have our after-school lovefest here. After the sleepover two weeks ago, it could get wild. Mom and Dad could walk in and find us daisy-chaining away and join the fun. Becky would even show up when she wasn’t hanging out with her boring friend or, worse, participating in the chess club.
I rolled my eyes. Chess club?
“Ooh, mine’s appearing,” said Courtney. She was nineteen, the oldest of us even if she had tits as small as mine. “Yes, yes I’m pregnant!”
“Preggers,” I said. “That’s three of us my daddy bred. What about you?”
All our eyes flicked over to Tammy. The round-faced girl wiggled her hips back and forth. Her round breasts swayed before her, dusky nipples thrusting hard from her areolas. She quivered as she clutched her pregnancy test.
“Well?” I asked, licking my lips. My pussy was on fire.
“It takes a few minutes,” Tammy muttered, her brow twisting. “I did go last.”
“Right, right,” I said, biting my lip.
“Maybe they’re not accurate,” said Rita.
“No, they’re accurate,” said Tammy. “They measure a hormone that you start producing the moment you’re pregnant. The more of the hormone you produce, the longer you’ve been pregnant. It’s how doctors can tell how far along you are.”
“Wow,” I said. Blinking. “That’s pretty—”
Tammy let out the loudest squeal in the world. She jumped up into the air, her dark-brown hair flying about her shoulders. Such joy burst across her face. A giddy thrill ran through me. All my friends and I rushed to her. We gathered around her, my feet twitching on the carpet, my little titties jiggling.
There it was. A pink line.
“Oh, my gosh, we’re all preggers!” I squealed. I bounced for joy. This wonderful delight swept through me. My daddy was such a stud. Our family was so awesome. “We have to celebrate.”
“How?” asked Tammy.
I grinned then darted away.
“Where are you going?” called Rita.
I ignored her as I raced naked through the house. My bare feet slapped on the kitchen’s linoleum. I burst out into the garage. The 1969 Chevrolet Impala Daddy and I were rebuilding was coming along. We kept getting distracted working on it.
We tried over the weekend, but I was having more fun playing with his tool.
On the other side, I grabbed a box off a shelf labeled “Wrapping Paper” in my mother’s precise handwriting. I wrenched it open. I hoped I remembered what was in here. That there was enough left over. I dug through the rolls of wrapping paper, assorted bows, and…