Chapter 6

Evelyn nursed her beer. “I’m bad, Ruth, I’m really bad.”

Her friend waited.

“A few months ago I had BFT and it wasn’t so easy to cure. I went to a center and it took 17 guys before I got a cure. But even with the itching and burning, it was so hot! I came when the second guy shot his load. I came three more times. Every time a guy finished up I was eager for the next stiff cock to plunge in and screw me. The last one cured me.” She giggled. “Well, that’s why he was the last one. Because it worked.”

“Sounds like great fringe benefits!”

“But that’s not the bad part. The bad part is I went back to the center when I didn’t have it. I went back and let guys fuck me. I was going to have them stop after five and say I’d had enough for the day. That was the plan. But after five I wanted more. So I took twelve. Coming, over and over again. A tampon now and then so I didn’t get too soggy. But then I wanted the next one. I lost count, Ruth. I lost count of how many I took. But I had come in at 11am and when I staggered out it was 2pm. I was sore for a couple days. So many cocks, trying to make me pregnant ... I mean, that’s what it’s really all about, right?”

“I guess.”

“And those guys were trying to cure women who had BFT, and I was making them waste their sperm in me instead ... And then when my pussy was all better I was feeling really horny and went back. Same thing happened but it felt even better. And I got myself to leave after just two hours.”

“I guess that’s progress,” said Ruth.

“But I got pregnant! And I have no idea who the father is!”

“Oh, hmmm,” said Ruth.

George slid into bed beside his wife Sophie.

“Hey, Soph, can we do it. Quick. Like doggies?”

Sophie sighed. “Well, OK,” she said, pulling the covers down.

He started getting hard as he watched her hand slide into her pajama bottoms and flutter right over the place that made her get wet inside.

George was only wearing briefs on the bottom, and he pulled them down, knelt on the bed, and waited for his mate to get ready.

In under a minute she was. She pulled pajama bottoms and panties down to her knees and turned away from him, presenting her butt.

George smiled lustily as he moved forward into position. He gently touched his fingers against her pussy slit and then slid the lips apart, opening up Sophie’s hot, wet innards. He pressed his cock forward and it slid in smoothly. Ah, that felt great! He fucked in and out until he was at full depth. As he kept fucking, excitement rapidly built, and all of 30 seconds after he first penetrated her, he surged forward and held still. Pleasure. Twitching cock, semen pulsing through it and out the end. Great pleasure. Satisfaction.

“Ahh, that was great,” he said, pulling back. “Thanks, honey.”

“You’re welcome,” sighed Sophie, restoring her bedtime clothing arrangement. Chapter 6 George pulled his briefs all the way off, to let his triumphant junk air dry. Satisfied. It was great. Sophie knew that any time she wanted he’d do a slow, full, mutual sexual encounter. It would take an hour, likely, but she would always get off. She rarely suggested it ... maybe every three or four months? But with these quickies, a couple times a week, George got what he wanted most.