Chapter 19: Possibly Pregnant

Leena Wilson was angry. Frustrated and angry. She was angry at Ravi because he had turned down her not very subtle invitation to have sex with her again. And, not only had he turned her down, he virtually told her she was a slut. She'd get even for that. She didn't know how but she would. And she was mad at his prissy kid sister, the reason Ravi wouldn't have sex with her and the 'good girl' he compared her to.

And now she was angry with her stepmother, too. Not angry because the woman was cheating on Leena's Daddy, Reverend Wilson. He deserved that because he cheated all the time. She was mad at her because as she grunted and moaned and wrapped her legs around Mr. Best, she was getting what little Leena had been sure she herself would get tonight.

Finally and perhaps most of all she was angry with Mr. Best, her schoolteacher and the one who had shown her how much fun and pleasure a girl could have from a good fuck. She wasn't jealous. She knew he was fucking Priscilla regularly and she didn't care if her fucked Lucinda as long as he would once in a while fuck her too. And tonight she really needed it.

The watching thirteen-year-old girl absentmindedly let her hand drift down between her legs and under her wet-crotched panties to cup the puffy moistness of her hungry, young pussy.

Earlier that evening, as soon as Lucinda left the church service, Leena had led Ravi and Madhuri out of the main meeting room and down to her father's office. Then, leaving Ravi behind in the office, she'd taken his sister with her to the peeping corridor from where they could watch Ravi.

"This is our secret, Madhuri. Maybe sometime if you can sleep over with me I'll show you what Daddy does here in the office... when he thinks nobody can see him. Now, wait here while I go talk to Ravi... Hee Hee... And you can see what Ravi and I do when we're all alone."

Leena was pleased and flattered that the foreign girl was so obviously looking up to her even though Madhuri was almost two years older. She wanted to show off for her and although proud of her own shapeliness she was envious of the other girl's large breasts. The handsome, dark-skinned boy was leaning against her father's desk when she returned to the office.

"Where's Madhuri?" Ravi looked past Leena at the door, wondering where his sister was.

"She's safe, Ravi. I left her in a secret room Daddy has... with some stuff she can look at." The young teen sidled closer to the older boy. He'd only made love to her once. At least only once in the proper way. He never had a condom and that meant that she had to let him go in her bottom. She liked it OK but she really wanted to be made love to in the right place.

Ravi gently cupped the little girl's bulbous bottom with one hand and a full, round breast with the other. "Are you sure she won't catch us?"

"For sure, Ravi. And... like... it's safe tonight, too. You know? Like, you can do me right?" The precocious juvenile pulled his fly open and plunged her long fingers inside. She searched under the elastic of his jockey shorts until she found the rigid shaft of his cock. It felt damp and very, very hot. She began to squeeze the spongy tip and massage the skin up and down.

"Leena... Jesus! Ohhh Jesus Christ!" Ravi could not stifle his unreligious exclamation as the girl played with his swelling cock.

Leena could feel the blood rushing to his balls and cocktip. His shaft was throbbing how, pounding forcefully against her palm as she jacked him. She felt his belly go hard, watched his eyes roll in his head. He choked on a breath and fell back against the side of the desk.

"You'll do me, won't you? In my pussy?" Leena grabbed one of the boy's hands and drew it between her legs. "It's exactly fourteen days since my last period, Ravi. So it's safe. Even if you don't have a condom I can't get pregnant."

Ravi wonered if Leena was that ignorant about baby-making. God. Her most vulnerable time. Did she want to get knocked up?

The top of the boy's slacks came unbuttoned and fell halfway down his thighs. Leena could see the heavy orbs of his balls swinging back and forth as she worked the skin of his tumid cock. She found herself staring at the tiny slitted opening at the tip of the head. And she felt him get tense. No! Oh Damn! He was going to go off!

Madhuri had her eye pressed to the little opening and she watched breathlessly as her friend did unspeakable things to her brother. Leena's naiveté paled in comparison to that of her idolizing friend. The fourteen-year-old girl had never dreamed that her friend would touch her brother in the way she was. Nor did she understand what her new friend meant about being safe, let alone know that Leena's ideas of procreational safety were totally at odds with reality.

"Leena... Leena... Leeeenaa!" Ravi rasped, hands going to the little girl's shoulders as his eyes rolled shut. The first appearance of gism was only a bubble. It was followed by a rivulet of foamy white and then came the big surge. A thick streak of jizz leaped into the air and splattered loudly on the top of the preacher's desk. Ravi's face looked torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain. Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Leena had become so interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down into the curls around Ravi's balls until at last the drops splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.

"Yuckk," she whispered, seeing the sticky, slimy strings of the boy's cum hanging between her fingers. She wiped them against his shirt and shuddered a little, her fascination quickly gone. How did all that snotty-looking stuff make a baby, she wondered. And yet even with the aversion she felt for its consistency, something about its slickness, its aroma, made an unexpected thrill tremble through her. Ravi had pumped that stuff up her bottom and Mr. Best had put it in the right place.

Madhuri couldn't believe what she'd seen. It was repulsive but at the same time it gave her a funny feeling in her belly. Her brother had looked odd, afraid yet happy in a way she'd never seen. Her friend had made him that way and the Indian girl wished that she could give her brother the same kind of joy.

"Dammit Ravi. Now I'm gonna be hung out with nothin'" Leena whined as the boy pulled up his pants. "Can't you... like... use your fingers on me?"

"I don't want Madhuri to see anything. Indian girls... the nice ones... they don't ever do this until they're married." And then, as if he suddenly realized what he'd said, Ravi stuttered, "But you're nice, Leena... it's just... it's different with girls like Madhuri."

"Yeah, sure," the girl said disgustedly. Ravi was good looking but he was never going to get close to her again. And already a plan to get even with him was germinating in her mind.

Bob got off the loose-limbed woman as she lay quivering and twitching from the first truly satisfying fuck of her life. She watched dully as the man's thick tool swayed and sagged and then he left. She felt guilty, a sinner, but she was fatigued with a tremendous lethargy and her belly felt heavy from the sinful act she had just allowed.

Leena moved quickly out of the way as her schoolteacher left her stepmother's room and walked naked to the bathroom. She heard the wet sound of him urinating and then the softer sound as he turned on the shower.

Priscilla had been in the throes of orgasm when Lucinda had interrupted the nighttime pleasure she liked more and more. When Mr. Best dismounted she had been disappointed and, as she returned to earth from the heaven of sexual bliss she was also somewhat afraid. But then she dozed off and was completely unaware of her lover's activities. When her sister peeked in she was lying naked but mainly covered by the bedsheet. What would Priscilla say if she awakened her and told her that Mr. Best had just fucked their stepmother? Leena paused for a minute or so but left her blissfully asleep.

Bob finished his quick shower and, exhausted by his marathon lovemaking session with Priscilla and then Lucinda, he fell asleep immediately. Little Leena was not at all sleepy. Or tired. But she was horny. She was as horny as a thirteen-year-old girl can be. And frustrated. The unplanned handjob she'd given Ravi added to her frustration but there was no way that the Indian boy was going to get into her again.

Leena looked in again at her stepmother. Lucinda was still lying flat on her back, her pelvis tilted by the natural cushions of her lush buttocks. In the light from the hallway Leena could see the creamy trickle of excess semen oozing from the pink, vertical gash of the woman's twat.

What the peeping girl couldn't see was the sperm-loaded semen that was not oozing out. With the natural tilt of the woman's pelvis, the mouth of her cervix that the man's bulbous knob had so recently been battering was now resting in the pool of viscous gism that he'd pumped into her. Neither could little Leena see the multitude of sperm swimming into Lucinda's cervix and seeking a lifelong partner. The chances were slim but an egg that was propitiously released just before the boarder had blasted his gism into the spasming vaginal channel would soon complete its journey successfully and Lucinda, like her stepdaughter Priscilla, would be knocked up.

Leena was now mad at everyone. Lucinda, Priscilla, Ravi, Mr. Best and even Madhuri although she really had no reason at all to be mad at the young Indian girl. She went to the schoolteacher's room. He was sprawled naked atop the bedclothes, his penis just a small, limp sausage dangling over the bulge of his gonad container.