Chapter 4

At that very moment Sam and George were, to put it mildly, doing a lot more than that.

When Sam had exploded in an orgasm as George sucked on her clit, she wrapped her legs around his back and humped her pussy up into his face. That orgasm created chemicals in her brain that a doctor, or maybe a psychologist, would have calmly said “lowered her inhibitions.” It would have been the understatement of the year.

The result was that those chemicals created a bypass around what would normally have stopped her from going further with their love making.

So, when George, shaking with lust, kissed his way up over her mons, and across her stomach and onto her breasts, then to her neck, and his steel hard penis dug into Sam’s wide open and still spasming pussy, her response was to reach for his phallus, pull it into her and hump again.

Quite suddenly, and shocking to them both, George’s penis destroyed her hymen and plunged halfway into tight, hot, horny teenage pussy.

George’s reaction was also born of instinct. He pushed harder. His prick burrowed its way into her until his pubic hairs tangled with hers and still he tried to push. Sam’s poor abused clit shot out signals to her brain that said, “Ignore that stinging pain where your cherry used to be. There’s another one of those fantastic orgasms just slightly around the corner.”

Sam dug her heels into the blanket and she shoved her pussy up, howling as she reached for and found that orgasm.

George, his conscious mind completely unavailable to him at that second, grunted.

And then he bred his girlfriend.

She had brought him close with her mouth, and his balls, knowing they had to work overtime, had begun manufacturing more sperm and seminal fluid while he sucked the fluid she produced out of her. Now those balls received the signal that was basically, “Stop making it and get it out of here now!” His cock swelled and began shooting what would amount to two ounces of sperm-rich semen when it was all over with.

That doesn’t sound like much ... two ounces ... just a double whiskey’s worth ... but imagine filling two shot glasses full to the rim with thick white cream. Now imagine that being packed into Sam’s virgin womb.

In less time than it takes to say “Pull out, I’m not on the pill!” all that sperm surrounded the egg Sam should have known was there and assaulted it until its defenses crumbled and it accepted entry by a single sperm cell. In less time than it took George to groan, “I love you Sam,” he was a father.

Fate cackled triumphantly at the lovers. His intervention into their lives would start a whole new pathway for them, and he would have ample opportunity to play in their lives again. For now, he had other concerns. Fate turned his grinning face toward the lake.

Phillip and Amy resolved their disagreement about how dangerous it was for his cock to be trapped against her vulva by the simple expedient of deciding to ignore it and trade some more kisses. In effect they just enjoyed the feel of their hot bodies being pressed together in the cool water.

Phillip said, “You feel so soft and smooth. It’s like you’re made of some special thing I’ve never touched before.”

Amy was steadily jerking him off with her closed thighs. “And you’re so hard ... except you don’t feel hard. I feel all funny inside. Phillip? What’s happening to us? Three weeks ago I didn’t even like you!”

“I don’t know. I just know I like this,” he said. Now he was making fucking motions back at her. He jacked off, so he knew what the feeling was that was creeping up on him. “Except that we need to stop doing this, because ... something is going to happen.”

Now it was Amy who was stupid. She too had enjoyed many tingly mini-orgasms with her fingers, and she knew she got wet when that happened, but she didn’t associate “orgasm” with “mess”.

“What?” she asked. “What’s going to happen?” She humped his long hard cock again, sliding her pussy lips along it ... backward ... forward...

Phillip’s teeth ground together as he said between clenched teeth. “That stuff that was coming out of my sister’s nose? It’s going to come out of me in a second.”

And Amy, not knowing how men work, yipped “Oh!” and jumped back from him, leaving him high and dry ... which is a real trick for a guy who’s up to his collar bones in water.

For Phillip, it was like waking up on your birthday and realizing you’re tied to your bed and can’t get up to celebrate. Phillip needed relief. He stumbled toward the edge of the water, and as soon as his prick was in the air, he grabbed it and jacked it furiously.

Amy watched, speechless and amazed at how violently he was whipping his hand back and forth over his rampant penis. Then he groaned and looked up at the moon, and his hand suddenly stopped. Out from the tip of his prick came a long thin string, about a foot long. It left his body and splatted on the surface of the water, where it began to curl as the water changed its shape. Then another string shot out, and another after that. These two landed one on top of the other and floated. His hand moved again, jerking several more times and more of his thick white fluid came spurting out.

Amy’s primary thought was “No wonder it came out her nose! There’s so much of it!”

Amy suddenly realized that her pussy itched, and that her fingers were scratching that itch as she watched the amazing thing before her eyes. She grimaced as the pain that was so fascinatingly pleasant began to build inside her. One of those blobs of sperm was drifting close to her now. She rubbed harder, knowing that if she didn’t move that blob would touch her. Her eyes were glued to the blob and, just as it drifted up and gently touched her chest, her orgasm flooded her senses. She held her breath as the pressure released because she knew she’d make noise if she didn’t and she didn’t want Phillip to know what she’d just done.

She straightened her legs and rose in the water. She looked down at the blob of Phillip’s semen which was now slowly dripping down between her breasts. Her finger came up - the same one she’d just had in her pussy - and she rubbed at the slippery little ball of stuff, spreading it up onto the swell of one breast. She stared at it, fascinated. Most of her fascination was that she liked the feel of it on her skin. She shivered and rinsed the smeared semen off, torn between wanting to get the dangerous stuff off of her and feeling somehow sad as it dissolved into the water around her.

Amy stood up and waded toward the shore. Phillip was still holding his penis, and he looked toward her as she came nearer to him.

“Sorry,” he said, assuming she was grossed out.

“What for?” she asked, gingerly stepping on the rocks that made up the shore of the lake.

“Shooting off in front of you,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Um ... you don’t have to be sorry. It’s OK. I didn’t really mind,” she said, blushing and glad it was dark so he couldn’t see it. “In fact it was kind of cool.” It was so much more than “cool” in her mind, but she couldn’t say that to him just then.

“Really?” He sounded relieved. “Thanks! I feel so much better now.” He let go of his cock and it flopped lifelessly.

Amy couldn’t resist. “It looks like you killed the poor thing,” she said, standing only a couple of feet away from him.

Phillip was staring at her breasts. They were so white in the moonlight. Her nipples looked like something he’d like the taste of. He jerked as he realized what she was talking about. He’d just squirted harder than ever before and he was already thinking about her again!

“You don’t have to worry about that!” he laughed. “It wakes up all the time and usually I wish it didn’t. Most of the time I’m embarrassed by it.”

“Well, you don’t have to be around me,” she said firmly. She was quiet for a moment, and then said, “Wow, I can’t believe I just said that. I mean a week ago I would have been disgusted by it. But I think I kind of like yours. It makes me feel ... pretty or something.”

“That’s because you are pretty,” he said. He felt himself blushing but forced himself to say more. “In fact, you’re more than ‘pretty’. You’re beautiful.” Amy felt that heat beginning to grow in her stomach again.

“You said you’d teach me to waltz,” she said.

“Now?” he said incredulously.