Chapter 7

“A-huhh...” Corinne lay upon Simon, moaning as the orgasm continued to roll through her body. She could feel the head of his cock straining at her cervix and knew that meant that some of his massive ejaculation was now inside her womb. All that youthful sperm, running amok in her baby chamber! “Ohh...” she moaned as her body continued to be wracked with orgasmic tremors.

When her body finally calmed down, she pulled off of Simon and gasped at the profound feeling of loss as his lengthy unit slipped out of her. She heard Donna gasp as well, and turned to find the auburn-haired woman smoothing her dress over her legs, her cheeks red.

Donna clapped her hands together. “That was wonderful, you two! Everything I hoped it would be. Simon, you can go.”

“Um, okay,” Simon responded as he got up and dressed while Mrs. Davison lay there, seemingly lost in thought ... or he wondered if maybe she was still recovering from that huge orgasm she had when she felt him cumming inside her. “See you later, Mrs. Davison.” Then he went down the stairs and out the front door.

As he headed down the Davisons’ walkway, he noticed some movement off to his left and looked. He shook his head in disbelief and walked next door. “Donna?”

The young auburn-haired woman looked up from gathering the mail. “Hm? Oh, you know my Mom? I’m Rita.” She held out her hand.

Simon paused for a moment but then shook it. “I’m Simon. That was really weird because I just saw your Mom and then here you are. Oh, I can see you’re not her now that I’m closer. You’re really pretty. Um, not that your Mom isn’t pretty...”

Rita blushed. “Thank you. What were you doing with my Mom?”

He turned back to look at the Davison house. “Helping her and Mrs. Davison with something.” At the memory of what he’d just done, he felt his cock reviving. “Listen, Rita, can I come inside? Maybe you can help me too.”

“Stick that pillow under your butt, Corinne,” Donna commanded her. “Elevate your hips.”

“Um, okay, but I told you that I can’t get pregnant, Donna.”

“Sure, sure, but indulge me. I’m really enjoying the thought of you all full of Simon’s sperm.” Donna climbed onto the bed and lay down next to the voluptuous brown-haired woman.

“We ... don’t have to do that anymore, right?” Corinne looked at her pleadingly as she slipped the pillow under her plush posterior. “You’ll delete that video?”

“Hmm ... no, I didn’t say that.”

“Donna...”

“Close your eyes.”

Corinne only paused for a moment before she did so.

“Take some deep breaths.” Corinne again followed her instructions. “Now I want you to play with yourself.”

Corinne moved one hand down between her legs and gasped at how much of Simon’s cum was slipping out of her vagina. She knew that far more was still inside her. She found her surprisingly prominent clit and started to rub it. “Uhmm...”

Donna watched the cheating housewife pleasuring herself and thought about Simon’s dangerous sperm sliding slowly back into the depths of the woman’s vagina due to the angle of her hips, where it would soak into her vulnerable cervix. Donna wanted to masturbate as well, as she had done when Simon had inseminated Corinne with that massive load, but held back. She needed to focus. “Your nipples are so hard, Corinne,” she remarked, wanting to suck on them, but she didn’t know how the woman felt about same-sex relations, so didn’t want to freak her out.

“Mmm...” Corinne moaned. She moved one hand up to rub at one of her stiff nipples.

“You want Simon to get you pregnant, don’t you, Corinne?”

“What?!” Corinne stopped moving and opened her eyes to look at Donna. “No!”

“But you want a baby? I could see the longing in your eyes when you said you couldn’t have one.”

“Yes...”

“Keep going.”

Corinne closed her eyes again and slipped two fingers inside her very wet pussy. She could feel the viscosity of Simon’s semen as it slipped between those digits.

Donna looked down at Corinne’s hand as it became wet with Simon’s cum and moved closer to her ear. “That boy gave you such a huge load, didn’t he? I know you can’t get pregnant, but Corinne...”

“Huhh ... huhh...”

“ ... if anyone could knock you up, it would be that boy and his long cock, wouldn’t it?”

“Hunh ... huhh...”

“How much sperm do you think is in your womb right now, searching for your egg?”

“HUHHH!” Corinne arched her back and came at that thought. “O-HHHH!”

“Yesss...” Donna hissed in her ear and then came herself. She hadn’t realized that she’d been rubbing her thighs together as she urged the inseminated wife to her own pleasure. “Hng! Hnngh!”

“Bye!” Rita waved at Simon as he turned to give her a cute smile before he went home. She had been very surprised when he had pulled out his hard penis and asked for her assistance. If that intriguing organ hadn’t been so incredibly long, almost unreal in its size, she might have screamed, but the young man had seemed so earnest, as if asking for her help was a completely normal thing, that she had decided to treat this as an opportunity to expand her sexual education instead. He knew her mother, so the rule about staying away from strangers didn’t apply.

Rita had been enrolled in an all-girls school for all of her education, so her experience with men was sorely lacking. She thought Simon was nice, and refreshingly direct. She had investigated his throbbing member with wide-eyed interest, and at his urging had stroked it for a while with her hand. When her arm had become tired he had asked her to use her mouth. She knew what that was: a blowjob! She’d had trouble taking more than half of his length, but then he grunted and she was practically drowning!

She closed the front door and looked down at her baby tee and tight shorts, both of which had caught a lot of that eruption. Feeling damp and sticky, especially between her legs, she giggled and went to grab some paper towels to clean up the rest of his emission that had splashed down upon the kitchen tile. Then she’d take a shower, she realized as she felt a drop of his stuff fall from her hair onto her nose. She wondered if all men produced so much.

Of course, she wouldn’t tell her mother about this! That woman was way too protective.

Hey how old r u?

Rita frowned at the question. She had given Simon her number so that they could get together again. 18 she typed back.

Oh no me too! My mom said I need 2 get help from women older than me

When’s ur birthday? she asked him. After he answered, she replied back, I’m a month older than u, how’s that?

Nice! U busy this morning?

She wasn’t, since it was still summer break, and he invited her over to his place because his mother was at work.

“Um, Simon, you said that only older women should help you ... does that include my Mom?” she asked him after he let her in.

He remembered Donna just sitting there watching as Mrs. Davison helped him. “No, she doesn’t help.”

Rita let out the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Oh, good. So, um, show me your room?” She suddenly felt somehow nervous around this kid, even though he looked younger than his 18 years due to his lack of height.

She found his room was kinda small but clean, with an odd earthy scent in the air. There were no posters on the walls but a picture of an older dark-haired woman sat at his bedside. “This your Mom?” she asked as she picked it up.

“Yeah.”

She looked back at Simon. He was sitting on his bed and his jeans were around his ankles, his hardening cock rising to the occasion. “Oh,” she breathed. She returned the picture to the table, but then reconsidered and put the photo face down. “Soo ... how many times do you need to do this every day?” She reached forward to take that amazing length in her hands.

“At least three times,” he moaned as she started rubbing her hands up and down his shaft. “I really appreciate this.”

“Mm hm,” Rita hummed, fascinated again by how soft the skin of Simon’s shaft was, at odds with its obvious rigidity. She gripped it and moved her hands faster, wanting to make him explode again. As he lay back and closed his eyes, she wondered if he’d notice if she moved one of her hands under her jean skirt but then thought better of it. She did rub her thighs together as she masturbated him, though she knew that she wouldn’t reach orgasm like that. “Oh, what about the mess?” she asked, realizing how this would end. She knew from the first time she helped him that there was no way she could swallow it all, and she didn’t want to make a mess of her clothes.

“Towel ... there...” he moaned and gestured.

She grabbed the terry cloth item from his shelf. Her hands were getting tired so she moved up between his legs to take that pink snake into her mouth.