Chapter 1

Buffy tensed and started using her pussy muscles to squeeze and milk the prick that was currently buried in her pussy when she felt it swell and begin delivering the sweet, thick liquid she so craved. Professor Sorenson always came so hard and long when he dumped his load in her slot.

He started talking. "Then Stuart penetrated DEEP into enemy territory [grunt grunt]. He POUNDED the defenders relentlessly [pant pant] and PRESSED his attack, RAVAGING the defenses. At last his cavalry POURED through the defenseless lines [grunt, pant] and he SEEDED destruction! He PILLAGED the supplies, TAKING what he wanted until HE WAS SATISFIED!"

He gasped for air as his prick dribbled the last of his current supply of sperm into the young woman under him. Sorensen knew that that young woman, writhing in ecstasy as he spewed his baby batter in her, was not on the pill. He had never quite understood her convoluted reasoning for letting him take her bareback, and honestly, he didn't care. She had said something about how it made it 'more' exciting. He asked himself how fucking this hot little blonde could be anything but exciting, but the idea of making her tummy swell with his baby, a condition his wife seemed to be trying to avoid, sent him into a frenzy. That she seemed to be turned on by the risk was icing on the cake.

As usual when he approached his orgasm he had begun gasping about some aspect of American History, which he taught at Collins College. This time it was about how Jeb Stuart had swept down on the Union supply wagons outside Washington D.C. and captured it, withholding it's bounty from the Yankee soldiers at Gettysburg. As he described the attack, with each emphasized word, he thrust into her, delivering cannon shot from his iron hard boner, in his attempt to defeat Buffy's defenses and plant a baby in her belly.

Buffy tuned his chatter out and centered herself on the warm fluid that was bathing her pussy. She knew she was addicted to cum - would happily agree she was a cumslut - but she tempered her craving for the slippery fluid by trying to make sure that when she got a cuntful, she was at least within a four or five day span of when her period was supposed to come. She loved her four year old daughter more than anything else in the world. She wanted to have a big family, but not before she finished college, and not with Carlton College's Professor of American History. She purely did, however, enjoy his efforts to get her with child.

Still, she hated taking precautions. The way she saw it, if she liked a man enough to let him fuck her, then she shouldn't complain if he knocked her up. And, it was so much more fun if, when she decided to let a man fuck her, he knew she was totally unprotected. That made most men much more passionate and hotter lovers.

So, in the interests of finishing school, she had made several rules for herself. One was that she'd try really hard to use the rhythm method to enjoy any naked cocks she wanted in her. Her period was so regular that, had they known it, the Naval Observatory could time the phases of the moon by her. So, when she knew it was too dangerous to let a cock spurt way up inside her, she simply put it down her throat. At other times, when she felt reasonably sure she could chance getting a pussy full of spunk, she just neglected to tell her lover that it was a safe time of the month for her. Or at least safer than other times. Right now only one man was allowed to cum in her when she was ripe, and that was Uncle Bob.

Whenever she had a nice hard prick in her, Buffy couldn't help but compare it to Uncle Bob's. He wasn't actually HER uncle. He was her best friend Megan's uncle. But, after counselor Bob had knocked her up at Acting Camp, her mother had thrown her out of the house, calling her a slut and a whore.

That had hurt her feelings.

As she always did, though, when she remembered that part of her life, she also remembered her Daddy's goodbye.

It had been the night after they had taken her to the doctor, and it had been confirmed she was pregnant. There had been a big fight when she refused to tell her parents who had gotten his prick in her and done this. Her mother, a frosty look on her face, had told Buffy that the next day she'd have to find somewhere else to live, because no sluts were going to live under HER roof.

Then, that night, as Buffy lay in bed, wondering what would become of her, her door had opened and her daddy had come in. He held her as she cried, stroking her hair.

"I can't believe my baby's a woman now." he said softly.

"I'm sorry Daddy, it just sort of happened the first time, and then it felt so good I had to let him do it again. I'm not really a slut daddy!" she had sobbed.

"Yes you are darling" he corrected her. "Any fifteen year old girl who lets a man rut between her legs over and over is a slut. That's the definition of a slut Buffy, a woman who fucks because she enjoys it. Your mother is no slut." He was still stroking her hair. "But even little sluts need love" he went on. "Come on, quit crying, we'll figure something out tomorrow."

"Thank you Daddy" cried Buffy and she hugged him even closer. As they parted the covers slid down off her perfect teen breasts. She had gotten used to sleeping nude at Acting Camp and couldn't bear to wear anything to bed now. Her daddy's eyes glistened in the half light as he eyed her perky pink nipples.

"This boy" husked her daddy "The one who did this to you" he stroked her still flat belly, below her naked breasts, pushing the covers down further and exposing her tuft of blond pussy hair. "Did he suck your little nipples.?"

Buffy heard something in his voice she had heard in Counselor Bob's voice, and she suddenly realized that her daddy wasn't thinking about her like her daddy should.

"Lots" she whispered. "He sucked ... other places too." she went on, goading her father to see what he would do.

"Lots" he whispered back. Then he bent over and sucked her exposed nipple himself.

"Ohhhh Daddy" sighed Buffy. "You're a bad daddy."

"No I'm not." he corrected. "Daddies get to do this to little sluts." His hand, which had been on her belly, slid down into her crotch and she instinctively spread her knees apart. She hadn't had any cock in the two months since she came back from Acting Camp. "And they get to do this too" he said as he slid a big finger into her pussy, going deep.

Buffy moaned as her horny pussy clamped down on her daddy's thick finger. "And ... what else ... do they do... ?" she panted.

"Daddy needs to know just how wet his little girl is," Daddy whispered and his lips left her titties and drifted down, closer and closer to her teen pussy, pushing the covers off of her little by little.

It had been a long time since anybody had done that to Buffy too, and her legs widened to give him plenty of room. She reached for an orgasm as he licked and sucked her young pussy lips, and felt her pussy weep all over his face as she came.

Her Daddy had then leaned back, examining her sprawled and naked body, open for the taking. He had crawled up between her legs, working his pajama bottoms down off his hips and exposing his very manly boner. No words were needed as he slotted his rampant prick in her pussy's mouth and began easing it in. He assumed some teenage boy, not a man, had impregnated his daughter, so he went slowly. He wanted his daughter to spread for him again, so he wanted her to enjoy this.

As he luxuriated in her clasping wet pussy, Ralph thought of the ice cold biddy in his matrimonial bed and wondered why his daughter was so hot to trot. Must be his genes. He grunted and began to finish the thing he'd dreamed about for several years. Too bad she was already pregnant. He'd have liked to knock her up himself.

Buffy let go of her feelings and just enjoyed being thoroughly fucked. She knew her father was a dirty old man, but she didn't care as his prick prodded her in places that hadn't been touched for two months and really NEEDED prodding. And when he grunted and started spewing her full of daddy cum she welcomed her own orgasm as it washed over her. Too bad mom was kicking her out. She could get used to this.

But her mother did kick her out, packing one suitcase with clothes and putting it on the front porch. She also changed the locks in the house, so that when Buffy came home from school she couldn't get in her own house. She knocked and pleaded, but the only thing that happened was that the door opened a crack and a hand was shoved through, holding a fist full of paper money.

"Bus fare" barked her mother. "To get you to the father of your bastard child!"

So Buffy had gone to the library, where she got online and emailed her best friend, Megan. Then she'd gone to the Salvation Army. She told them she was hitchhiking to her Grandmother's house, in Colorado. When the woman at the counter said she could get Buffy a room for one night at the YMCA Buffy took it.

The next morning, when she returned to the library there was an email from Megan. She too had been ostracized by her family. The good news was that she had been sent to live with her Uncle Bob until the baby was born. Her family insisted that the baby had to be adopted out. They didn't know that it was Uncle Bob who had started Megan's journey toward getting knocked up in the first place.

And Uncle Bob had invited Buffy to come live with them.

Uncle Bob had taken over where counselor Bob had left off. Except, of course, he had taught his real niece and his adopted niece a lot more about having great sex.

Her attention was drawn back to the present when Professor Sorenson moaned as his prick dribbled it's last in Buffy's now relaxed pussy.

"Ohhh Buffy, you're always so tight and hot." he moaned. "I think I love you."

"Now Professor" she chided. "You're a married man. I only did this with you the first time because I felt so sorry for you. And you were so manly and virile and ... you were a naughty boy." She squeezed her pussy muscles like she'd been taught to do. "I don't fuck married men, Professor."

"I don't know what you call this." he gasped as he tried to push his softening prick deeper into her. "But I don't know what I'd do if you didn't do it with me."

"Silly boy" she said in a singsong voice. "You should be doing this to your wife."

"I can't" he panted. "The bitch won't let me near her any more. All I want is to knock her up good and proper one more time. A blow job would be nice now and then too. I'd be happy to lick her pussy too. But she thinks I'm crazy."

"Poor baby" said Buffy, kissing him. "But you have to go now. I have to go to class."

"You don't have to come to my class" he said between long deep breaths. "You already got an A in my class."

"Now Professor" she chided him again. "I need an education, and it's your job to give me one. I want to earn that A."

"Believe me" he sighed as he pulled out of her. "You already have."

Buffy cooed at him and pushed him off the bed. She jumped up, full of energy, like she always seemed to be when she had a pussy full of spunk. Spunk made her ... spunky!

As she walked to class Buffy thought about how she'd gotten to Collins College. When Uncle Bob had taken her in her whole life had changed. Uncle Bob had joined the Army as soon as he graduated from High School and had then spent the next twenty years serving his country. He had been to more than twenty countries during his career in the Army and he retired at only age 38. Now he worked as a consultant, and arranged his schedule so that he only worked when he wanted to. He became the girls' surrogate father ... and mother, for that matter, as well as their friend. And, of course, he was their lover and teacher in all things sexual.

Uncle Bob had taught the girls how to use their bodies to enjoy sex and ensure that their partners enjoyed sex too. It wasn't that he was promiscuous. The first thing he taught them was how to choose a partner who was most likely to be safe and healthy. Then, once they had the man in their sights, he taught them how to capture the object of their desire. And every man who Buffy captured was a prisoner for life. They all wanted to marry her, even though she already had a daughter.

That was another rule Buffy had made for herself. She decided that she wasn't interested in men who were married or had steady girlfriends. But somehow, she had really miserable luck picking men who WEREN'T married, or WEREN'T in a committed relationship. What Buffy kept forgetting to do was ensure that the man she set her sights on wasn't already spoken for. She always got carried away somehow. And of course there were the men who lied to her, saying they were footloose and fancy free, when in fact they were married, or had girlfriends. And most of the younger ones, who really WERE footloose and fancy free, weren't the best candidates for long term relationships ... or marriage.

Basically Buffy was like a sailor, with a man in every port.

So quite without intending to, right now Buffy had to juggle five men who were helpless when she walked into the room. There was Professor Sorenson of course, who had fallen under her spell when she went to his office to ask him if she could write her history term paper on Gloria Steinem and the effect she had had on sexual mores in young women in America. When Bill Sorenson questioned the beautiful young coed on those effects he had been overcome with admiration for the sexy girl. Her assertion that Steinem was responsible for a minor baby boom in America was intriguing. Their talk had led to him confiding his desire for a large boisterous family and how effectively his wife used abstinence to make sure he didn't have one. Buffy was so moved by pity for the poor man she was soon on her back on a love seat in his office as Professor Sorenson poured sperm into her pussy attempting to test the girl's theory.

Almost the same thing had happened when she joined the Economics Club. She had scored TWO men in that group. John Willy (she always laughed when she thought of his last name) was the treasurer and when she went to his dorm room to pay her dues they talked about her plan to become wealthy by the time she was in her thirties. She'd been wearing a halter top that day, and in bending over had shown him her beautiful breasts.

This time she assumed he was a single guy, mostly because he was pretty geeky, with thick glasses and slicked back hair. When, during their conversation, Buffy had compared a man's penis to the stock market - limp meant down and stiff meant up - and said that there were things you could do to ensure that things were always ... up ... he stood up and to his own amazement dropped his pants, showing her that she was absolutely right. She COULD do things that ensured the market was ... up.

And her surprise at seeing how long and thick this geek's cock was had convinced her that it would be wonderful in her mouth.

She had swallowed greedily and allowed John to show his stamina by giving her a second load in her pussy - it had been one of her "lucky days".

It turned out he DID have a girlfriend, but things weren't working out too well between them. Jennifer, his girlfriend, had somehow decided that men (that meant him) were weak, and that the best way to prevent them (that meant him) from making fools of themselves by fawning all over a woman in public (that meant her) was to wear very conservative clothing. All her clothes covered her from ankle to neck. She never wore a skirt or dress, and on their dates she always made sure they went to public places. Her mother had impressed on her that only a virgin could get a good man, and that love didn't have anything to do with it.

Buffy learned all this as she was prodded and rodded by the sexually famished boy who, when she cooed "Ooooo I love your hot stuff in my pussy ... shoot me full," actually cried when he ejaculated into her.

What started out as a "pity fuck" turned into a friendship of sorts. And, because Buffy thought John deserved better than this Jennifer person was giving him ... Buffy continued to give him what he deserved.

Buffy still got almost weekly advice on her investments from John, and each time he was almost frantic to dump his load in her welcoming pussy. So far he hadn't even been allowed to touch Jennifer's breasts.

The second man in that club who fell victim to Buffy's charms was their sponsor, Professor Theodore Tinder. She sought his advice on which stocks to invest in initially. Only the night before he had been accused of being a pervert by his wife, Christy, when he commented on how sexy a cheerleader looked at their son's High School football game. She had refused him sex that night too, calling him "disgusting".

So when cute little braless Buffy came to the club meeting the next night, looking just as tasty as that cheerleader had, he couldn't help but ask her if she'd been a cheerleader in school.

"Sometimes I was." she said, blushing.

"Sometimes?" he queried.

"Well there was this guy I liked, and he got all excited whenever I pretended to be a cheerleader. You know ... role playing? Anyway, for his birthday I got a costume from the thrift store and ... sometimes ... I was a cheerleader."

Professor Tinder, or "Teddy" as she was soon to be calling him, got a glassy look in his eye as he read between the lines of her story. "Um ... I ah ... I don't suppose you still have that outfit do you?" he asked hopefully.

"Why yes I do Professor. Would you like to see it?" Teddy was tall, with huge hands, and in Buffy's experience the old wives tale about big hands meaning a big cock were true. Apparently those old wives had found out some way to tell.

"Buffy, nothing would please me more." sighed the frustrated man.

"You aren't married are you sir?" said Buffy, remembering for once to ask.

Theodore Tinder thought about his life with the woman he was legally tied to. You couldn't really call that a marriage. Not like marriages were supposed to be. "I wish I was" was his reply. It didn't occur to him that she might get the wrong message from that.