Coming Home - Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by Douglas Fox
Chapter 1
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Coming Home – Book 4 picks up as the 2032 football season starts and is a continuation of the Coming Home series following Kyle and Penny Martin and their children as they return home to Landenberg, PA when Kyle is hired as the head coach for the Philadelphia Eagles. You should read Coming Home, Books 1, 2 and 3 before tackling this book.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Heterosexual Fiction School Sports First Oral Sex Safe Sex
Monday, September 14, 2032 – Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, Philadelphia, PA
Jacob Metcalf was perched nervously on a chair in the waiting room. His wife Natalie had gone to the cafeteria to get sandwiches and coffee for the two of them while they waited to hear how their son Noah’s surgery went. Jacob as the assigned beat reporter for ESPN covering the Philadelphia Eagles. As soon as Kyle Martin walked by Jacob recognized the famous face.
“Coach ... Coach Martin,” Jacob called out. Kyle stopped abruptly and turned to face the reporter.
“Jacob ... uh, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Kyle stammered in surprise.
“Nor I, you,” Jacob replied. “I hope you aren’t here for a sick child.”
“All my kids are fine,” Kyle replied. “I could ask the same of you.”
“My eight-year-old son, Noah, had abdominal pain last night,” Jacob explained. “My wife and I brought him here to the ER this morning. He is having an appendectomy as we speak.”
“I hope that goes well for your son,” Kyle replied.
“What brings you...” Jacob asked, just as a surgeon came out to the waiting area. “Dr. Henry?” Jacob asked as he turned to face the surgeon.
“Noah’s surgery went well,” Abby Henry replied, trying to disguise the double take she did when she saw her brother-in-law Kyle standing with her patient’s father. “He will be in the recovery room for about thirty minutes before we move him to his regular room for the day.”
“Thank you, that is excellent news,” Jacob gushed. “When can my wife and I see him?”
“After he is moved to his regular room,” Abby answered. “I will have a nurse let you know when you can go see him.”
“Thank you again, Dr. Henry,” Jacob said.
Abby looked quizzically at Kyle and commented, “Good to see you, Kyle.”
“Good to see you too, Abby,” Kyle responded.
“I have other duties, so please excuse me,” Abby replied. She turned and disappeared behind the staff only door.
“You know my surgeon?”
“Abby ... uh, Dr. Henry is my sister-in-law,” Kyle replied.
“I was about to ask you why you were here when Dr. Henry came out with the good news about my son,” Jacob said. “You’re here to visit your sister-in-law?”
“Um ... well, um...” Kyle stuttered. He blushed a bit. “Us meeting here today ... this is totally off the record, OK? I visit with sick kids here occasionally. I don’t want this publicized. I just feel that if I can visit a sick kid and brighten his day a little in what is likely a very grim day, then I need to do that. I have been blessed in my life and this is a way to pay it forward.”
“That is a nice thing to do,” Jacob said.
“I do what I can,” Kyle responded. “One of my mentors, Zack Hayes strong-armed me into doing a hospital visit when we were in college together. It felt good to bring a little brightness to sick kids’ lives. I try to do this when I can fit it into my schedule.”
“I’ll not write a word of this,” Jacob said.
“I may see you a little later,” Kyle added before turning to go. “Noah Metcalf? I will have someone look up his room number before I leave. I’ll drop in to say hello.”
“My son would go nuts for that,” Jacob answered.
Kyle went on to his visits. He did stop off and wish Noah Metcalf the best before heading back to NovaCare Complex and preparations for next Sunday’s game with the 49ers.
Monday, September 14, 2032 – Avon Grove High School
“I missed you at the game yesterday,” Anna commented as she hugged Danny Martin before home room period. “You missed a great game. Our Eagles trounced the Browns 31-10. Aiden played great.”
“I got home from camping just before noon yesterday,” Danny replied. “I missed the ride down to the Linc [Lincoln Financial Field, where the Eagles play]. I watched the game on TV at home instead. Aiden did play well. Is your dad OK with backing him up?”
“Daddy has been a backup for like ... eight or nine years,” Anna allowed. “He is used to it. He likes this team and his coaches.”
“I know my dad likes him too,” Danny said.
“I think Philly will be Daddy’s final stop in the NFL,” Anna said. “I hope we settle here permanently when he is done playing.”
“I hope so too,” Danny replied. He gave Anna a quick kiss after checking to make sure no teachers were watching. The two started walking towards Anna’s homeroom.
“Hell of a game Friday night against Great Valley, Danny,” some kid, probably a sophomore, said as he clapped Danny on the back. “You really kicked their asses.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Danny commented as the kid walked away. The game on Friday night had gone well. The Red Devils traveled up to Malvern to play the Great Valley Patriots. Danny and the Red Devils dominated, winning 41-0. Danny threw for two touchdowns and ran for two more before getting pulled mid-third quarter. Liam Richards finished the game.
Three more kids stopped Danny to complement him on his play at the game as he escorted Anna to her room before doubling back to go to his homeroom. It was cool being recognized as Danny Martin, talented varsity quarterback, rather than just being recognized as Kyle Martin’s son. He could get used to this feeling.
Tuesday, September 14, 2032 – Avondale Scout Cabin, Avondale, PA
Jessie gave Danny and Anna a ride to the first venturer crew meeting of the fall. Troop 100’s Bigfoot Patrol was well represented that night. Mason Jones, Logan Robertson, Blake Hastings and Nolan Phillips all came. Evie Doyle, Logan’s girlfriend joined to that evening. Tucker Longenecker, Mason’s boyfriend, and Tucker’s friend, Liam Shannon, from the Avondale troop, joined as well.
Some of the parents of the kids in the crew met in the cabin’s kitchen while the youth focused on plans for the biking trip on the C&O Canal next month. Mr. Morrison, whose son Adam was now in college, announced near the end of the meeting that he was stepping back from being an advisor with the crew. Christina Hammond’s mom was continuing on as the lead female advisor for the crew.
Wednesday, September 15, 2032 - Avon Grove High School, West Grove, PA
“Jessie, have you heard that auditions for this fall’s play are tomorrow?” Mr. Sanchez asked as he chanced to meet her in the hallway between second and third periods. “You were wonderful last spring as Mrs. Kirby. I hope you are considering trying out for a part in this fall’s production.”
“It’s a musical, isn’t it?”
“We are doing Spamalot,” Mr. Sanchez responded. “It is a musical.”
“My family isn’t all that musical,” Jessie replied. “I was thinking about signing up for the backstage crew instead.”
“We have some parts that do not require singing,” Mr. Sanchez said. “Come, try out. What’s the worst that happens? You aren’t musically inclined and play a speaking only part or end up working the stage crew anyway. Come try out. You may surprise yourself. Have some confidence in your talents. I know I do.”
“I guess I can try,” Jessie said. It dawned on her that it may not have been chance that Mr. Sanchez bumped into her in the hallway. She was moving from Room 210 down the second-floor hallway to Room 226. Mr. Sanchez’s class room was on the first floor. He must have checked her schedule and made a point of seeing her. Maybe she should do this.
Jackson spotted Jessie join the lunch line about thirty seconds after him. He dropped back the dozen students and joined her further back in line. Their schedules sucked. Wednesdays were the only day they had the same lunch period.
“How was your morning, honey?” Jackson asked as he joined up with his girlfriend. Lunch monitors were looking so no kiss or hug was allowed.
“The usual,” Jessie shrugged. “Nothing special. How about your morning?”
“More of the same,” Jackson replied. “I guess it’s your turn to join my friends today.” They had taken turns, sitting with Jackson’s crew of buddies two Wednesdays ago and then sitting with Jessie, Kaylie, Logan, Ann, Nora and Julie last Wednesday.
“I suppose,” Jessie sighed, showing a distinct lack of enthusiasm for the idea.
“You don’t want to sit with my friends today?” Jackson asked.
“It’s fine,” Jessie responded. “It’s your turn.”
“You don’t need to sit with me if it isn’t what you want,” Jackson said. “What’s wrong with my buddies?”
“Nothing is wrong with them,” Jessie replied, “ ... if you want to talk about sports and cars the whole lunch period.”
“I suppose I could sit with your friends,” Jackson responded, through with no enthusiasm.
“What is wrong with my friends?” Jessie asked.
“Nothing,” Jackson answered. “I enjoy talking about Philmont with Kaylie, Logan and you. Your other friends seem less enthusiastic about that topic.”
“Yeah, they’ve reminded me a few times too,” Jessie agreed. “It was a great trip but I guess we can get carried away talking about the Ranch.”
“So?”
“I guess we don’t need to eat lunch together,” Jessie allowed. “We have fun on our dates. We hang out before homeroom every morning. We have German III together. I guess it won’t hurt if we don’t eat lunch together for thirty minutes a week.”
“I’ll see you at German III after next period,” Jackson said. They went through the lunch line and picked up their food. Jackson headed over to sit with his buddies after he paid for his lunch. Jessie headed off to sit with her friends.
‘How long could this relationship last?’ Jackson wondered as he walked over to join his buddies. He was just a run-of-the-mill guy, nobody special. Jessie was gorgeous, popular and came from a wealthy family. What hope was there for their relationship to last? He would enjoy it while he could.
Later in the afternoon, Jackson caught up with Jessie. “How about we go to a party Saturday night instead of the movies?” he asked. “My buddy Carter Hawthorne is hosting.”
“We could do that,” Jessie agreed. Beer? A chance to have sex in a bed? “Sounds good to me.”
Thursday, September 16, 2032 - Avon Grove High School
Jessie showed up at the auditorium at 3:00 PM for tryouts for the Avon Grove Performing Arts Club’s production of Monty Python’s (and Eric Idle’s) Spamalot. Mr. Sanchez and Mrs. Young, a music teacher, had her read lines with Chris Rush. Chris was a good friend, who played Mr. Kirby opposite her as Mrs. Kirby last spring. He read the part of King Arthur. She read the part of Patsie, King Arthur’s trusty servant.
“Uh ... Mr. Sanchez, isn’t Patsie a man’s part in Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail?” Jessie asked before they started the reading.
“It IS Monty Python,” Mr. Sanchez agreed. “Their stock in trade was cross dressing. This time we may try it in reverse and have a female play a male’s role instead of Eric Idle or one of the others in the troupe dressed as women.”
“Oh ... kay,” Jessie agreed. She and Chris read the lines. Glances at the teachers observing caught the teachers smiling as the two ran through the lines.
Next came the singing part. Chris went first. They were told they could sing whatever music they wanted for the audition. It was not necessary to use tunes from the actual musical. Chris sang beautifully. Jessie could not help but admire his performance. Chris was nailing this audition. She knew he would be appearing as King Arthur when the curtain went up on opening night.
It was her turn next. This was the moment she was dreading. While Jessie was head and shoulders better than her dad and brothers at singing, she did not think she was anything special. Whatever talent she had for music; she had inherited from her mom. Her dad, David and Danny had zero talent. Dad often joked his best musical talent was sitting quietly and listening to others perform. The jury was still out on whether Robbie would share the lack of musical talent with his older brothers.
Jessie sang her favorite Taylor Swift tune. She did her best and thought she hadn’t sounded too terrible. She looked down at Mr. Sanchez and Mrs. Young. At least they weren’t frowning.
“You did fine, Jessie,” Mr. Sanchez said, now smiling. “Thank you for auditioning for a part. We will post the results on the bulletin board outside the music room on Monday morning.”
Friday, September 17, 2032 – Avon Grove High School
The JV team played at 4:30 in the afternoon. Chris Goebel and his team beat the Owen J. Roberts JV Wildcats easily, winning 27-10. The older team members assured Danny that they would have no problem with the Wildcat varsity team. They had beaten them handily last season.
The older players’ confidence may have been misplaced. The Wildcat defense was ferocious. Danny was sacked twice in the first quarter. He did manage to hit on a deep pass, which Noah Holbrook ran in for a touchdown. The score was 9-7 after the first quarter, with the Wildcats leading.
The offensive line settled down and gave Danny more time to throw. He hit Ricardo Munez on a deep route in the second quarter, grabbing a 14-9 lead over OJR. The Wildcats responded with a long, clock eating drive. The Red Devils defense held in the red zone (inside the opponent’s 20 yard line). The Wildcats settled for a field goal to bring the score to 14-12.
Danny and the offense had 1:32 left in the half. The offensive line held and gave Danny time for some magic. He passed the ball down field in 10-12 yard chunks, taking the easy sideline routes that the Wildcats weren’t covering while they protected against the deep ball. Their drive bogged down as the field compressed. A Wildcat DB batted away a pass to Ricardo in the end zone on third down and ten yards to go at the Wildcats 25 yard line. 0:07 remained on the clock.
Coach Meyer sent sophomore kicker, Bill Everson, out to try a 42-yard field goal. Bill had done well so far this season, now that he was on varsity. He had not missed an extra point or field goal yet this season. Bill just hooked the kick a little. The team watched in frustration was the ball slipped right and just slid by the right upright of the goal post.
The Wildcats got the ball to start the second half. The Red Devils defense made a few adjustments and were ready. They stopped the Wildcats in three plays, forcing them to punt the ball. Danny and the Red Devils offense lined up at their own 26 yard line. Coach Meyer called for a play action pass.
The run fake did not draw the defensive backs up. They mirrored the Red Devils receivers as they raced down the field. The interior linemen of the pass rush got spread a little wide as they tried to reach Danny. Danny coolly stepped up into the void in the center of the line and scanned for an open receiver. No one.
All Danny saw was green grass in front of him. All the DBs had their backs to him as they chased Ricardo, Jacob, Noah and Mike down the field. Danny smiled to himself, tucked the ball to his side and raced down the field. Danny crossed midfield before the DBs even realized he was running. The Red Devils receivers did good jobs blocking them away as their leader streaked for the end zone. The defensive back Ricardo was blocking managed to slip away and make a lunge for Danny near the end zone. Danny stumbled as the back grabbed his ankle but still managed to fall into the end zone. Touchdown! Bill Everson drilled the point after through the uprights. Score: 21-12, Red Devils’ favor.
The Red Devils defense had the Wildcats number now. They did not manage to score any points in the second half. With a decent lead, Coach Meyer concentrated on running the ball. Hector Chavez scored a TD. With the Wildcat offense stymied, their defense spent too much time on the field. The kids were hunched over, panting between plays. The Red Devils kept running hard against the wilting defense. Noah McMullen scored a TD in the fourth quarter and Bill Everson redeemed himself by hitting a 44-yard field goal late in the game. The final score was 38-12, Red Devils’ favor.
Danny got permission from his mom for him and Anna to go over to the pizza place in West Grove to celebrate their victory. Ricardo Munez made sure they had a ride to West Grove and then back to Landenberg before their 11:00 pm curfews.
Saturday, September 18, 2032 – Hawthorne Residence, Chatham, PA
“Welcome to our house,” an older man said as he opened the door. Jessie tried to hide her surprise when Carter’s dad answered the door. “Your friends are downstairs in the basement. I’ll show you the way.”
Jackson and Jessie followed him through the house to the basement. Once the door was closed, as they headed downstairs, Jessie commented, “Parents are home? That could cut down on our fun tonight.”
“I had no idea, Jessie,” Jackson responded. “That wasn’t the plan yesterday when I talked with Carter.”
The other guests to the party were already downstairs. “What’s up?” Jackson asked, pointing to the stairs.
“Sorry about them, bro,” Carter responded. “Totally not what I expected for tonight. My little sister came up sick, so my parents canceled their plans for the evening.”
“Yeah, it kind of sucks,” Alex Walsh added. “Emma and I had plans for some private time upstairs tonight.” Alex and Emma Forrester had dated since the end of school last year and had been a couple since school started.
“And the beer?” Jackson asked.
“It is safely stashed away where my parents will not find it,” Carter replied. “We’ll drink it sometime when they’re not around. You know everyone, don’t you Jessie?”
Jessie looked around the circle of kids. Alex and Emma she knew well. Colton Stone was there with Abby Dalton, who was in her math and English classes. Mike McCullough, she knew from eating a couple lunches with Jackson’s crew of friends. She knew his date, Claire Stallworth, only by face and reputation. They did not have any classes together. She knew Carter’s girlfriend, Liz Antonelli, well. They probably shared half their classes together in the year and a half that Jessie has lived in Chester County.
“It’s good to finally meet you, Jessie,” Claire commented. “I’ve seen you around school but I guess were never met before. Between your dad being coach of the Philadelphia Eagles and you in that play last spring, everyone in the school knows who you are.”
Jessie and Jackson took seats in the circle of teens. The group talked about school for a bit. They shared rumors about some of their classmates. After a bit, Carter suggested, “Let’s try something to liven up our party, gang. How about if we take the Rice Purity Test and see how innocent all of us are. It should be fun to see.”
The group agreed to the idea, although Colton, Claire and Abby were somewhat reluctant. Carter handed out test papers and pens to the group. They needed five minutes or so to finish the tests.
“Count up the number of check marks you made and subtract from 100,” Carter explained. “That is your purity score. Since I thought this up, I will go first. My purity score is 55.” He waited for a bit so everyone could calculate their score.
“Mike, how did you score?” Carter asked, pointing to the guy to his right in the circle.
“What did I do that you haven’t?” Mike commented. “49.”
“Claire?”
“Um ... is this score right? I got a 71.”
Carter chuckled, “We’ll see. Alex?”
Alex had a 59. His girlfriend Emma had a 56. Jessie blushed as she reported her score, a 29.
“A 29? You’ve got to be joking!” Alex said. “No way!”
“I’ve checked it twice,” Jessie said. “Jackson, how is your score?”
“Um ... a 45,” Jackson, blushing a little. “My score would be more like Alex’s or Carter’s if not for my sweetie.” He leaned and kissed Jessie’s cheek. “I lost ten or fifteen points of purity since Jessie and I became a couple.” He kissed Jessie again. “And I don’t have a single complaint.”
Next person in the circle was Colton. He squirmed and looked totally uncomfortable. He did not say anything.
“Colton, you’re turn,” Carter said. “Spill it, buddy.”
“NO!” Colton insisted. “This game is dumb.”
“I’ll go next,” Abby announced as the others tried to pressure Colton. “No way your score is higher than mine. My purity score is 78.”
The whole group stared at Abby in surprise. “What? I am a virgin. I am waiting for the right guy and I am not sure if I have found him.” She gave Colton a grin. “You are a candidate, Colton. But sex tonight if Carter’s parents were gone wasn’t happening. What is your score, Colton?”
“Don’t be shy, Colton,” Liz said. Liz was Carter’s date. “My score is a 71. I’m a virgin too. And don’t look shocked, Carter. We weren’t having sex tonight, regardless of my virginity. This is our first date. So ... Colton?” “I scored a 70,” Colton said, still blushing in embarrassment. “And yes, I have not had sex ... um, with a girl. I am still a virgin.” Some of the group shared looks. Why did he need to clarify that that he hadn’t sex with a girl?
Carter smiled smugly. “Now for the really fun part. Give your test to your partner or date. Partners, look the test over. You have to report what surprises you most about your partner. Partner, you must explain about the activity or event your partner highlights. No chickening out.”
“No!” Coton insisted. “Hell no!”
“It could be pretty ugly if some of this gets out,” Alex noted.
“We already know who is sexually active and who is still a virgin,” Carter noted. “By the time we are done tonight, everyone will have nasty stories about everyone in this circle. We make a pact to keep what we hear tonight secret. No one else can know.”
After a bit of discussion, everyone agreed, the some were clearly reluctant. The stories tonight stayed in this basement and went no further. The couples exchanged test papers and read them over. After a couple minutes, Carter grabbed a bottle of lotion from the end table. He placed it in the center of the circle and spun it. The bottle pointed to Colton. He sighed with relief.
“Um ... Abby, explain about question 37, Gave oral sex,” Colton said. “Best I can do. Abby didn’t give me much to work with, nastiness wise.”
“Um ... oral sex,” Abby replied, blushing almost red. “It was with my boyfriend. He’d been pressuring me to have sex. It happened when we parked after a movie one Saturday night. We’re the backseat and he’s trying to unbutton my blouse and get his hands down my pants. Finally, I tried to divert him by giving him a blow job. I don’t know if I did it right, but he did come. What a mess. The SOB still tried to get me to go all the way, despite the blow job. When he managed to slide his hand under my panties, I had enough. I told him to take me home. I dumped his sorry ass when he dropped me off at my house.”
“Sorry about the bad experience,” Carter commented. “Jessie, you’re to the right, you’re next.” Only Abby noticed the huge sigh of relief Colton gave when the story telling went around the circle the other way. Abby would go last, revealing Colton’s secret.
“OK, Jackson, most of what is on your test is not surprise,” Jessie said.
“Most of them are things we did together, sweetie,” Jackson teased.
“There is one you checked that I did not,” Jessie grinned. “Tell us about when you went streaking. Where? When?”
“Streaking?” Jackson chuckled. “Carter already knows this story. We were nine and doing a sleepover at my house. We were in a tent in the backyard and it was late. We were playing strip poker. Carter ended up naked and all I had was my boxers. He challenged me to take off my underwear and run around the backyard naked. I did. When I got back, I challenged him to do the same thing. The two of us must have spent fifteen minutes running around my backyard and two of our neighbors’ yards bare-assed naked.”
“That was one I would have preferred you didn’t tell,” Carter said. “Jackson, you’re turn for revenge.”
Jessie steeled her nerves. She knew, just KNEW, which question Jackson would ask about, number 68, Had a threesome.
“Question 72, Had sex with a stranger,” Jackson said.
“Sex with a stranger?” Jessie said, heaving a sigh of relief. “Well two summers ago on my family’s vacation in Colorado, we did a backpacking trip with our close friend’s family. Anyway, the last night on the trail, my bff...” Jessie paused and laughed. “Maybe I should call her my ‘BFID’, best friend in Denver, since I rarely see her, just exchange texts. Anyway, my girlfriend broke up with her boyfriend the month before. She hadn’t been laid in so long. These two hunky, shirtless older teens hiked into our camp while we were setting up. God, these guys so well built, prominent abs and gorgeous tans. My girlfriend gets the hots for these two in major way. Anyway, after dinner, she and I took the families’ bear bag out to the meadow to hang it.”
Colton smiled to himself. None of these people, other than Jessie and Jackson had a clue about what a bear bag was.
“These two hot guys show up while we are raising our bear bag on the pole. We get to talking. While we are hanging out ... and ogling these guys, a bunch of goats invade the meadow. One of the billy goats gets after one of the nannies. He mounts her and gives her a good time. This happens repeatedly as we talk with the hunky guys, ratcheting up the tensions higher. The evening is cooling down and the guys offer to cuddle with us to keep us warm. The billy mates with his nanny repeatedly as we watch. Any way Wendell ... Wendell Masters, he starts making out with Kaylee.”
“Kaylie?” Jackson asked. “Our Kaylie?”
“No, Kaylie, ‘i,’ ‘e’ is my BF in Pennsylvania,” Jessie joked. “Kaylee spelled with two ‘e’s is my BFID. Anyway, Kaylee is making out like crazy with Wendell. Mike ... uh, Mike Johnson is putting the moves on me. He nuzzled my neck as we cuddled for warmth. He nibbled on my ear. I’m ready to kiss him when Kaylee’s brothers interrupt us. The guys whisper to us and ask us to go stargazing with them at the meadow at midnight.
So, midnight comes. Kaylee is horny was hell. She talks me into accompanying her to the meadow. She plans to screw Wendell Masters. I do not plan to have sex with Mike Johnson. I go just to have Kaylee’s back. Anway, we show up in panties and long T-shirts. We’re up like 9,000 feet elevation, so it is cold up there. I cuddle with Mike while Kaylee gets with Wendell. Mike and I start making out. Damn, that guy was a good kisser. Kaylee and Wendell are making out like a storm. Soon Wendell pulls Kaylee up off the log and leads here over to the bear pole. He has her bend at the waist and grab the pole with her hands. He is behind her. He pulls down her panties, notches his dick against hole and rams it home. The look of bliss on Kaylee’s face is imprinted in my head forever.
“While Wendell is screwing Kaylee, Mike pulls me up, feels me up as he cuddled with me from behind. He maneuvers us over to the pole too, opposite Kaylee and Wendell. A hand slips down inside my panties. God, I am so wet. Before I realize what is happening, Mike yanks my panties down to my knees. The way he’s yanking them, I think he’s going to rip them. I step out of them to preserve them. Mike knocks my legs apart. I know what is coming next. I should stop him. I freeze.
“I feel Mike’s big cock nudge against my hole. He thrusts up, spearing his big, thick dick up inside me. I must tell him to stop. I can’t say a word. I just marvel at the feelings of being filled with his thick cock. Kaylee’s face goes from bliss to shock suddenly. ‘Wendell, you’ve got to pull out. You need to wear a rubber,’ Kaylee pleads. He grins evilly, grips her hips tighter and continues stroking his dick in and out of her. She’s begging, ‘Stop. You’ll get me pregnant. This is a bad time of month.’ Wendell just grins wider and keeps fucking her.
“Meanwhile, Mike has me on my tippy-toes as he rams me with his cock. He’s a good six or eight inches taller than me. Wendell continues screwing Kaylee while she begs, ‘Don’t come in me. It isn’t safe.’ The evil bastard just keeps fucking her hard.
“The two big guys keep screwing us furiously. I feel dominated by him, but his thick cock impaling me feels so sweet. I just can’t make him stop. After a couple minutes of them fucking us and Kaylee begging for Wendell to stop, Wendell grimaces, rams his dick in deep and hold’s Kaylee’s hips with an iron grip. The bastard is pumping a load of babymakers into her womb. Mike lasts maybe twenty or thirty seconds longer before he shoots. I can feel his sperm squirting up into my womb too.”
“Wait, you had sex with Wendell Masters and Mike Johnson?” Alex asked. “Masters and Johnson?”
“Yeah,” Jessie agreed before the import of the name hit her. “Um ... Wendell and Mike might not have been their real names. Frankly, by the time it was done, Kaylee and I wonder if those two bastards weren’t purposely trying to knock us up. I have an IUD, so I was safe. Kaylee, not so safe. Her parents are old fashioned about sex. Allowing her to use birth control would be tantamount to encouraging their daughter to have sex, in their minds.