Chapter 5

Their lovemaking was slow and tender this time, full of sweet feeling, unhurried, and immensely satisfying. Having cum twice, Bob didn't even feel the urge to reach an orgasm, and just submerged himself in the smell and feel of the beautiful woman whose pussy was clasping his cock like it was the last one left in the world. Her moans and sighs were music in his ears.

Her orgasm was sweet too, and it surrounded her body like warm water in a Jacuzzi, gently pummeling her everywhere. She felt her pussy tighten around him and clenched her hands on his hips, opening her mouth to take in great draughts of air.

When it was over she lay limp as he continued to move over her, still thrusting with a slow, regular rhythm. She looked up at him to find him staring at her.

"I love you" he said softly, still prodding her more or less gently.

"Then cum in me and make sure." she whispered.

"Of what?" he asked. He had an idea of what she might mean, but didn't know for sure.

"Just to make sure," she said. She wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.

He actually had to work at it to get his well-used prick to spurt again, but it wasn't too hard. Now, in the throes of passion, she WAS ready to say it. Her whispers, inviting him to impregnate her, demanding that he knock her up, pleading for her pussy to be bathed in sperm ... those exhortations pulled it from his balls, through his cock, and into her womb.

Then ... they slept.

The next morning Bob woke up and was surprised to find that he felt great and full of energy. After the adventures of the night before he expected to be tired and even a little sore, but he wasn't.

He felt warm body next to him and opened his eyes to see Betty sleeping peacefully beside him. She was spread out on three quarters of the bed, arms flung akimbo, lying on her back. She still had smears of green body paint on her face, arms and legs, but she looked so beautiful lying there, her breasts rising and falling slowly as she slept.

Her nipples were flat, at most mere bumps on the flesh of her breasts. He followed the smooth contours of her skin, down over her flat stomach. He couldn't see her mound from where his head was lying, but he knew it would be slick and moist with the sperm he had deposited there during the night. While his dick had been hard when they went to bed, it was too soon after filling her daughters with his seed to do produce much to give her.

Around three in the morning she awakened him by sucking him to a new erection. Again their lovemaking had been calm, gentle in a way that he had rarely experienced before, with her whispering endearments in his ear as he stroked her with what he was surprised to find was a cock as hard as any he'd ever had. Then, when she urged him to fill her pussy with his hot love, he had groaned as his penis delivered streams of newly made sperm into her depths. Her response to feeling his spunk flushing into her was to hold him tightly and thank him over and over until he quieted her with kisses until they fell asleep again.

Bob thought about what all that had happened meant. Betty had told him she was ripe, but welcomed him between her legs anyway ... repeatedly. They both knew that what they were doing might have consequences the size of a watermelon in her womb ... but she had welcomed him anyway.

It made him hard. Even now he was hard, and he didn't think it was because he had to piss.

And the girls. Both of THEM had welcomed his baby-making sperm into their wombs as well. While he knew some of that was because of curiosity and just plain lust, he also knew that they could have asked him to protect them from the thick stuff that was even now soaking into their bodies. He had the sudden urge to ensure that each of them had his baby in their bellies before he had to go back and manage the farm. That led to dreams of a new house on his place, with a room for each woman and her baby, and THAT led to somewhat less detailed dreams of three women, their faces happy, as they nursed babies and demanded that he make new ones in them.

Bob snorted. Women didn't want to be barefoot and pregnant these days.

But it was a nice fantasy.

His snort woke up Betty. She stretched and he again marveled at how lovely she was.

"Good morning beautiful," he said.

"What would a crusty old out-to-pasture nag like you know about beautiful?" she asked sleepily.

Bob stroked her breast and was delighted to see her nipple lengthen almost immediately. "I know stone fox gorgeous when I see it, that's what," he said.

She rolled toward him, smiling. "You just want sex," she said. "Speaking of which, if I know my daughters, I'd better get some now, because by noon you'll be comatose from serving their needs." Her hand landed on his hip and searched. "Oooooo I love it when a man's ready and I am too!" she giggled. "You're pretty amazing for an broken down old geezer."

"Be careful" he warned. "I've put enough in you to knock you up seven or nine times already. If you don't want that pretty belly of yours to get all swelled up you'd better skedaddle."

Betty rolled over on top of him. "Ten is a nice even number," she said. She reached down between them and got him in her, sighing as he filled her. "I do love feeling you in me," she said, thrusting on top of him.

"I can think of a way you could have that feeling any time you wanted it," he said.

"You aren't supposed to use sex to get what you want," she panted, going for her orgasm, which was surprisingly close already. "I think your nasty old bent prick is poking clear inside my uterus" she groaned. "Pull my nipples Bobby, I love to cum when my nipples hurt a little."

Bob grabbed both and, hoping she was telling the truth, squeezed them a lot harder than he'd want his own squeezed.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuck" groaned Betty, her girl-next-door mouth sounding sexy when she said bad words. Bob pulled on her nipples, making her breasts into cones with pointy tips. Betty's sheath spasmed and she came all over his cock. "Ohhh FUCK! I love you!" she whined. She'd only been on him three or four minutes, and both the shortness of her ride and the fact that he had to piss kept him from cumming. He was as rigid as an oak branch. Betty slowed down and sat up as he let go of her nipples. She wiggled her hips a little and looked down. "Usually when I'm all done you're all done too, and it's all soft and useless. This feels really nice," she commented, bouncing a little.

A toilet flushed and they heard the shower come on. Betty grimaced. "Somebody's up. I'd better go fix breakfast if I don't want the kitchen to be a mess."

She gathered her legs under her and moaned as she slid her slippery pussy up off his cock. "I hate having to leave. Promise me we'll do this again later?"

"Bob the plumber always says 'You gotta hole in your pipes ... I can plug it." said Bob, grinning as she slapped at him.

"Crude old reprobate" she said as she threw on a robe and hurried out.

Up to now Bob wouldn't have gone into the bathroom while the shower was running. But things were a lot less formal now, and he really had to piss badly. So, nude, with his cock sticking out in front of him, he opened the door and walked into a cloud of steam.

"Is that you Alice?" came Mary's voice from inside the foggy shower stall. "Close the door, you're letting out the heat!"

Bob closed the door and sat down to piss. He pushed his boner down between his legs and tried to unclench his bladder. It took a few seconds, but finally he sighed as the pain vanished. The shower curtain folded to the side and he was spattered with warm water as Mary looked out.

"Oh, it's you," she said. "I thought that sounded like somebody male."

"Just an old reprobate trying to east a little pain," he said, finishing up. His cock had softened while he went, but seeing the tip of Mary's wet breast in the gap he felt it begin to come to life again.

"I don't suppose you're all dirty and need a shower?" asked Mary coyly.

"As a matter of fact I do." Bob stood up and she pulled the shower curtain all the way open so he could join her. It was cramped in the extreme in the small shower stall, and about all they could do was rub together and kiss. They did a lot of that, soapy hands exploring each other's bodies.

"Now I'm all horny" said Mary, kissing him one more time. "Let's get out and dry off and go see if my bed's made. You can help me make my bed if it's not."

Mary got out of the shower with Bob right behind her. She got a towel and covered her head with it, intending to wrap it around her hair.

Bob, seeing her beautiful back, and her hard butt cheeks, said "Let's not". He put one arm around her waist and the flat of his hand in between her shoulder blades. He pushed and pulled, bending her over. Her hands went to the counter to catch herself, leaving her head and face wrapped up in the towel.

"HEY" came the muffled exclamation from inside the towel. "WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Bent over like she was, all Bob had to do was put one foot between hers and kick gently to the right and she was spread for him, her pink pussy lips glistening with drops of water. Bob dropped down and stuck his tongue out, licking those lips.

Mary gave out a muffled, but satisfied sounding "Ooooo" and spread her legs a little further, tilting her pelvis down. Bob lapped at her sex for a few minutes until he tasted the tangy taste of lubrication flowing. Then he stood up and aimed his cock at her from behind.

"You know that cute little lamb of yours over at the 4H barn?" he asked.

"Uh huh" came the muffled reply.

"One of these days a big old horny ram is going to come up behind her and do THIS!" He shoved forward, sliding his long pole into her. He reached around and grabbed two handfuls of firm titties and started fucking her fast and furiously. Her whole body jiggled as he pounded her. Her head started rolling in circles and Bob realized she was trying to get the towel off, but couldn't. He pulled on her breasts, taking the weight off her hands and they went to her head. The towel came off and she looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were hot.

"You're a dirty old man," she said. Then she leaned forward, taking her weight on her hands again and started thrusting her ass back at him. Bob stroked her and dropped one hand down to her pussy, where he found her clit and massaged it as he slid in and out.

"Ooooooo that's going to make me cum." she mewled. "You better not cum in me Uncle Bob. You'll get your baby in me if you do."

Bob pulled out with a pop.

Mary's head came around, her eyes wide. "I didn't mean..."

Bob whirled her around and lifted her up until her butt was perched on the counter top beside the sink. He got between her legs and notched his cock in her again. Holding her back to keep her from falling, he stood up and his cock tip battered her cervix as she groaned at his prick going so deep in her.

"Now if I cum in you my cock will fill up your womb. You'll have twins." he huffed into her neck. She shuddered and at first he thought she was frightened. But then her pussy fluttered and started clamping down on his cock and he knew she was cumming. He pounded her hard now, holding her tight so she didn't slide around on the counter top.

"I ... think I ... changed ... my ... mind," she panted. "Cum ... in me ... Uncle Bob."

That was music to his ears and he stood up with her, pulling her off the counter. Now her whole weight was supported by his hands on her ass and his cock jammed up inside her. His cock swelled and his balls lurched. He delivered five healthy spurts of creamy spend deep inside her.