Chapter 17: The Final Chapter

“Mmmmm.” Heather cooed as she snuggled up to me, making me awake from my slumber.

“What’s ... what’s going on?” I said a bit befuddled.

“Tamicka and Cait just left.” Heather said. “I was gonna wake you, but they told me, if I did, they’d probably insist on a goodbye fuck and they were too sore.”

“Joooooshy.” A voice called out.

Heather and I raised our heads to see Rachel in the archway between rooms. She was leaning against the archway, wearing a purple nighty.

“What’s up Rachel?” Heather asked.

“Sorry to ruin the moment, but I gotta steal Joshy.” Rachel said as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Heather sat up, letting me get up.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“It’s Becky. Well ... you’ll see.” Rachel said as I got to my feet.

I walked over to her, and she led me to their room. She opened the door, and pointed at Becky, who was on her bed, completely naked, covered in oil and furiously pounding her own pussy with a small dildo. Her hair was a mess, her pussy looked soaked, and the dildo looked like it was covered in cream. She had obviously had several orgasms with it but it wasn’t enough. Her nipples were erect, and she was using both hands to pound her pussy with the dildo.

“She’s been at it for over an hour. She ate me to four screaming orgasms too.” Rachel said.

“Four, Huh?” I said.

“Yeah, needless to say, if I wasn’t exhausted, I might be up for a quickie before dinner. But I’ve never seen Becks this bad, Joshy.” Rachel said making me realize that it was still early.

“Okay, Rach, why don’t you go catch a shower or something.” I said. “Let Becks and me have a little privacy.”

“Okay.” Rachel said before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

I slowly walked over to the bed where Becky was furiously trying to get off. I sat down on the edge of the bed. She didn’t take her hands off the dildo, she just kept going, not noticing me.

“Becks. You need to stop.” I said.

She stopped and looked at me.

“Oh good, you’re finally done with the others. I need you, I can’t seem to be satisfied with just this thing anymore.” Becky said.

“I didn’t see any blood.” I said. “Your period is over already?” I asked.

“Yes ... No ... I don’t know. I just need your cock in me.” She exclaimed.

“No, you need to tell me what’s wrong Becks.” I said as she pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside.

She sat up, put her head to my chest and began crying. I put my arms around her and let her just cry on me.

“It’s just ... you’re the first guy ... to even show ... an interest ... in me ... and you ... wanna fuck ... everyone else!” Becky cried. “You ... got Heather ... pregnant, and ... your little ... slaves wanna ... get knocked ... up too! And ... then there’s ... Cait and Tams...” She sobbed. “It’s not fair!” She bawled. “And you ... won’t want ... me anymore!”

“Really? Is that what this is all about Becks?” I asked.

“Yeah!” She sniffled. “And now that I’ve given it up, you’re just gonna leave me!” She said.

Her hormones were definitely steering her judgement. But why? I had to think this through. The first time we had sex was a couple months ago, had I actually cum in her, yeah she might be pregnant. But I didn’t. In fact, the first time there was even the chance, was a few days ago. It had to be how her period was working. While yes, this was a good thing, she was definitely on her period, it had to do with her physiology, stuff I would end up learning on the internet much later. And by much, I meant years, this was still before web-md.