Chapter 19: Late Night Sex and Early Morning Recovery

At Nora's house, the boys had not taken issue with the idea of a little cunt lapping, so everyone had creamy expressions on their faces as Tenisha and Draper made their way out of Nora's and into his car for the return to Tenisha's. Nate stood there on the porch waving goodbye to them, then turned reluctantly to Nora, "Guess I'll be goin', too..."

But Nora took his hand firmly and drew him back through the door closing it. "I don't see why... Let's go upstairs."

Nate blinked. "Your Mama..."

"... Will deal with it," Nora interrupted equably. "Mom and Daddy BOTH are aware we're having sex -- nobody's going to go off the deep end if you stay the night..." Resistance quelled, she led him to the stairs. "Come on, let's go to bed..."

Nate couldn't help grinning.

Things went similarly at Tenisha's. The couple pulled up before her house and started some torrid necking when Tenisha suddenly said, "Why are we doing this out here? Let's go inside!"

Draper blinked. He'd assumed that the evening was over, and he was merely prolonging it a bit. "Uuh, okay." He shut off the car, and Tenisha led him inside, her finger to her lips. Once inside, instead of heading for the den, she turned to the stair. Draper stopped, hissing, " 'Nisha? You nuts?"

Tenisha turned to him, frowning. "You've been there before..."

"Your Papa didn't like it!"

"That's tough!" Tenisha all but stamped her foot. "THAT's under control -- forget about it! Now come on -- unless you're done for the evening..." She arched an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Did I wear you out?"

Draper had no defense against THAT! She'd taken a shot right at his male ego! "Awright! Le's go!" He moved into the lead, pulling a grinning Tenisha up the stairs. Guys were SOOO easy... Why hadn't she figured this out before?

Twenty minutes later, Alonso Porter surged up in bed. "What's that?"

"Mmmm?" Bess listened a minute without opening her eyes; she'd JUST got to sleep... "Tenisha's home."

"Doin' what?"

"Oh, c'mon, 'Lonzo! You don't know what sex sounds like?" Bess was scornful. "Shit, we just did it forty minutes ago!"

"Dammit, I ain't runnin' a cat house!" The murmurs of "Oh, Baby!" that had awakened him were increasing in volume and becoming strident.

"You're not... She was out with Draper, and I have no doubt that's who she's IN with! Aren't you glad she's home safe?"

"Well, yeah, but all that noise? What if she wakes up Jimmy?"

"Do WE wake up Jimmy?"

"Well..." As far as Alonzo was concerned, the jury was still out on that one...

"Shut up and kiss me. I'm starting to get horny again."

Jimmy Porter was thrilled to death! That peephole he'd opened into Sis's room was paying BIG dividends! He'd been laying there, sleepless, working his meat and fantasizing about little Tina French, whose tits were ANYTHING BUT little, at this point, when Sis and her boyfriend had showed up. Quickly, he'd hopped up and quietly moved the clothes along the bar at the end of his closet, the end of which butted on the back side of Tenisha's. 'Nisha seldom closed her closet doors, and this time was no exception; when he removed the clear tape covering the carefully fashioned plug to his peephole, he had a fine view of his sister swapping serious spit with that big bastard, Draper Travis! In a couple of minutes, both of them were half out of their clothes and the other half was obviously coming, from the way Sis was holding onto Draper's meat! Draper had serious meat, too -- Jimmy was only about five and a half inches, and kind of narrow, but he WAS only twelve! Locker room experience said he'd probably get another inch or two, and some girth, in a couple of years -- but what Draper had? He wasn't sure...

Sis didn't seem to have any problem with it, though! She had the thing out and wasn't letting go of it! Sis wasn't much of a girl in Jimmy's opinion -- all scrawny, without much in the way of titties except nipples -- but Draper didn't seem to be complaining. Girls Jimmy's age ran the gamut; most of them were just sprouting, here and there -- and a good deal of them ALREADY had more than Sis did, several years later! Tina French, for instance... Them things on HER chest HAD to be 34B, and they almost grew in front of Jimmy's eyes, it seemed like, sometimes... Waitaminnit... Jimmy's attention returned to the present, where Sis had fallen back onto her bed, and Draper was waiting for her to get organized so he could climb on, obviously... Holy Shit! What a gash! Jimmy's peephole faced the foot of Tenisha's bed directly, and when Sis spread her legs, Jimmy got an eyeful! Sis always fingered herself under the sheets, so despite the moaning and thrashing around, Jimmy hadn't actually SEEN her cunt until now, but there it was! Draper was running two fingers along the upper end, and Jimmy could see a LOT of pink, the way she was opened up! Shit, she was almost as big as Momma, there, and SHE hadn't had any kids to stretch it out... Jimmy had seen Momma's gash on a couple of occasions -- Momma wasn't particularly modest, especially if you caught her just before or just after her and Poppa were doing it... Her nighties generally didn't cover the action, and she didn't wear her housecoat like when she was cooking breakfast and such... Jimmy used to like to come out and bang on their bedroom door asking for a blanket after they finished doing it, so Momma would come out and dig around in the bottom of the linen closet for it bent over with her gash showing and Poppa's cum running down her leg. It made for one helluva jerk-off session afterward...

Jimmy's mind drifted back to the present. It looked like big gashes ran in the family... Draper knelt up between Sis's upraised knees and started nosing his serious length of pipe between her legs, and Jimmy fished out his stiffie and prepared to go along for the ride...

Tenisha was more than pleased with her tactics; once Draper's capability to take care of her action was impugned, he came on like a wild bull! They'd not fooled around with a bunch of preliminaries, but then she'd had all that, earlier. Now, she was flat on her back with her knees up, and her man was gonna scratch her itch...

Draper knelt up and started rubbing his cock head against Tenisha's opening, which was going to need some coaxing to take him, coming in from such a raw start -- but by God if she thought he was done after a little fuckin' blowjob, she had another think comin'! He slid two fingers down alongside her clit to help with the warm-up, but there was a certain urge to be a rough-rider in him, and she'd set it off! Draper was gonna wear her scrawny ass out! That thought uppermost, he started jamming away.

Draper's brutality came as a surprise to Tenisha, but upon reflection, she'd been asking for it. She reached down to hold her inner lips open to keep them from impeding Draper's already dry attack while feeling the first wash of her lubricant begin -- after all, this wasn't rape -- she wanted it! Instead, she just watched his eyes...

Draper held up after getting the head in -- it was jus' too much work to fight the fuckin' thing in without lube! He rocked back and forth, waiting. What could he do to speed shit up? Oh, yeah... He leaned down and took one of Tenisha's stiff nipples between his teeth...

"Uuuuuuuunggghhhh!" Tenisha moaned and surged, and Draper grinned. She'd catch up NOW! Tenisha didn't have much in the way of breast flesh, but she had long, stiff, sensitive nipples that Draper loved to play with. They seemed to be hot-wired to her clit, too! Draper rolled the gristly spike between his teeth and washed it with his tongue, and Tenisha started driving herself onto him from below!

Jimmy was getting an eyeful. He'd had no idea that nipples were that big a trigger point -- Ol' Sis had gone fuckin' nuts! Draper was snapping his hips now, and Jimmy had a front row seat to see the progress he was making! It wasn't more than a half-dozen strokes and Draper shifted to long-stroking that shit, pouring his whole length to her on every pass -- and Sis was loving it! You could tell by how she was moving, even before she started making noises -- but the noises were a dead giveaway; she sounded just like Momma!

Draper grinned tightly as an already familiar litany -- "Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby..." -- started, low and quiet, initially, then more and more loudly as Tenisha approached her first cum of the session. "So, am I done?"

"Hnnngh!... No..." Her mother could have told her from experience that he'd tire, eventually, and she'd regain the upper hand, but for now Draper was in control, and that was just fine...

Jimmy grinned from ear to ear. Sis musta been talking her usual shit, and Draper was making her pay! Kewl! One day, he'd figure out a way to tease her about that without risking discovery... In the meantime, Draper was making like a pile driver, and Sis's litany of "Oh, Baby!" was running right up the scale, just like Momma's, when Poppa tore up HER ass... Jimmy rode the wave, his hand flashing up and down on his prick to the tune being played in the next room. Sis's ass started bouncing all over the place like she was trying to take Draper's balls, too, and the noise level hit its peak: "OHHHH, BAAAAAAYBEEEE!!!" Sis had her ass all up in the air, straining, and her asshole started winking -- and Jimmy shot all over the wall! Holy shit, that was hot!

Draper rode this out, slowing a bit while Tenisha worked her way through her cum -- give HIM shit 'bout bein' done, would she? He grinned like a shark. He'd bring her around again, if he could... That wasn't certain; pussy was better than head, even GOOD head. Deep throat was good, and all, but this was what a dick was for, an' you could tell the difference... Draper certainly could; as he brought Tenisha to the point where she was beginning to chase her second cum, he admitted to himself that three wasn't going to be possible, THIS go 'round...

Tenisha was in Heaven! Draper had taken charge and ridden her into the ground until she could do nothing BUT cum! Now, as she came down from the flash and the explosion, he was still sliding that big rod of his in her, already driving a second cum... "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh, Baby..." She offered her lips, and Draper took them, but he couldn't hold the kiss -- he just wasn't a pretzel, and when he got all bent up to kiss her, he couldn't stroke properly...

Jimmy watched Draper continue to pound away -- more recreationally, now that he'd jizzed all over the place. He had his jizz rag out, quietly wiping the wall he'd painted with his cum -- couldn't be drawing attention to his peep. Sis' volume level was starting to climb, again...

"Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby... Oh, Baby..." Alonzo Porter was grinding his teeth; did she HAVE to do that?

Bess rolled over and punched him, sticking her nose in his armpit. "Cut it out -- they ain't hurting anything."

"Oh, I guess. But couldn't she learn to make a different noise?"

Bess chuckled ruefully. Her daughter's noises while fucking mirrored her own -- and for the very good reason that she'd heard them often enough... Bess Porter liked her sex, and she liked it regular; Alonzo rode her about once a night, at least, and she was NEVER quiet... It had occurred to Bess that Alonzo was some kind of superstud long since; she hoped Draper was, too, for her daughter's sake... "I'll talk to her about it." She reached down to check on Alonzo's meat, finding it half-hard. "Why don't I distract you a bit?" She dove beneath the covers and Alonzo groaned as her lips closed around his cock head...

Draper was starting to lose it. He was well up the slope of his own personal roller coaster, and was starting to worry that he'd peak before Tenisha and leave her hanging. As a result, he adopted a more pounding, jarring stroke, gambling that it would be more effective on her while not rushing him along too much.

It worked. Tenisha took three of those trip-hammer poundings and her ass came up -- a sure sign that she was in final approach. She started to wiggle and push and lift -- and the noisemaking approached a scream -- then she was clutching him with arms AND legs, which might have made his final ascent impossible if her pussy wasn't going nuts... "Jeezus!!!!" Draper grunted as he added his pushing to her pulling as the pair tried to merge at the crotch, Draper pulsing again and again into Tenisha's spasming pussy.

Jimmy had to admit that was pretty fucking neat -- no question both of them got theirs, and white goo was oozing out around Draper's buried meat as they rested there, after. Draper'd sure hosed Sis good... He grinned and closed his peephole; that was enough for tonight...

Draper was gonna get up, but Tenisha wouldn't let go... He drifted off waiting for her to. Tenisha let go of consciousness as soon as his first snore broke, secure in the knowledge that he'd be there in the morning. Jimmy was just drifting off when "Oh, Baby!" began sounding again; his eyes popped open, but it was Momma -- no big deal...

It was pitch black in the cave and Randall was trying to deal with the strange mixture of sharp objects and soft places under him when a voice whispered, "Randall, can I be on top again?"

If he hadn't been in the bag, Randall would have jumped a foot; as it was, he went from stuporous to wide-awake in milliseconds. "Uh, sure... Grab on -- I'll roll the whole mess over..." He managed it, but the bag flopped open where he'd unzipped it during their first frantic race to completion.

He reached around, flapping, until her found Darla Jean's bag and drew it atop them again, then reached for the zipper, but a hand forestalled him, "Leave it -- we might need the room." Randall didn't argue; despite a concerted effort at concentration on sleeping bag organization, his hard-on was rampant in the face of full-body contact with a female. Darla Jean's lips settled on his neck and he went diamond hard, caressing her taut body and wishing he could get his hands into position to play with her nipples.

But he had her sides, and he had her ass, and damp pubic hair was rubbing the underside of his cock pretty rhythmically... Darla Jean didn't ask -- she just went up on her elbows, and the next thing he felt was her crotch as she set him for penetration by touch. She wiggled a bit, splaying open her inner lips, and announced, "Now!" Randall knew what to do -- he arched himself, driving. "Uuummmm..." Darla Jean husked. She was here, and she had a supply of hot cock; she was GOING to get her fill! She started moving on Randall's erection.

But the position wasn't adequate; Darla Jean couldn't get enough motion with her legs stretched out. How she managed what she did next -- get her knees up, inside the bag, WITHOUT losing contact with Randall's erection -- neither of them would ever know, but necessity is the mother of invention... Head tucked, lips working at the junction between Randall's neck and shoulder, breasts pressed against his chest, Darla Jean began posting on Randall's cock, her ass moving rhythmically up and down. Randall had a hand on each ass cheek, guiding and encouraging, but Darla Jean was doing the work, riding him more and more furiously. She was looking for hers, not worrying too much about Randall -- he'd get there. In the meantime, his long, thick, hot rod was doing wonderful things to the inside of her twat, wonderful things that she never wanted to end! She pushed it in until it ground against her clit, then backed it off, feeling the resistance as the crown of his glans dragged along her folds -- it beat the SHIT out of hairbrush handles, stiff, but soft and flexible... It was... Oh! Oh!! OH!! "UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!" Darla Jean's orgasm sneaked up on her, and only Randall's steadying hands kept her in the saddle as her nerves misfired, causing her to lose control.

Randall used his hands on her hips to keep Darla Jean's ass moving while she shuddered and whined. This night had exceeded all expectation hours ago; having Darla Jean riding his cock again was just miraculous! The sensations were almost intolerable, they were so good, but the previous couple of bouts had granted him some control; he was able to enjoy himself without worrying about whether he was going to blow his load right away. Instead, he merely enjoyed himself as Darla Jean got control and again took off, headed for another orgasm. His experience was too limited to make pronouncements, but Darla Jean seemed to be the perfect receptacle -- hot, oily wet, tight, and moving at just the right rate to make things just incredible... She started telegraphing urgency, so Randall again added his efforts to the mix from below, surging against her and thinking distantly, 'It's a good thing she isn't big... ' Darla Jean went wild again, this time not making much more than a series of urgent, high-pitched whines, but he could tell she was there...

She was there all right! Randall's cock seemed to find every itchy spot in her twat and rub it, and the top of her head kept coming off! She ground herself against his hard body, grunting as the shock waves hit yet again, then took a moment before the urgency demanded more movement. The only limit to this seemed to be her endurance -- which was flagging. Originally, she'd wanted on top because Randall sleeping on her had become uncomfortable, but now the idea of him being atop her resumed its appeal... "Randall," she gasped, "you want to drive for a while?"

Randall didn't trust himself to say anything; he merely rolled them back to what he considered their original position. The bags were a wreck and cold air was leaking past here and there, but he'd worry about that later... Right now, Darla Jean's knees were up and he was between them in what had turned out to be the sweetest spot he'd ever been, and it was time to go nuts in there...

Randall started to pound, and the sensations were different than when she worked herself on him -- they were spikier, bright flashes at every trip-hammer impact. Where she'd built sensations slowly until they poured over the dam, Randall built waves that towered higher and higher... Darla Jean rubbed her surprisingly sinewy lover's arms and shoulders, managing to get out kind of a grunting coo as those waves rapidly built to the point that they were slopping over the dam, galvanizing her with little quick cums that left her disorganized while the next one came rolling at her.

If Randall had realized what he was doing to Darla Jean, he'd have gotten a swelled head -- but it was pitch dark, so he couldn't see the vacant stare and dilated nostrils while she stiffened against him, rigid for three or four strokes, then suddenly collapsed for a couple as the breaker popped, washing a wave of current through her for a couple of strokes before she again stiffened. Real sound wasn't possible -- only a high-pitched whine during the clenched periods -- she just didn't have resources for anything more, for instead of taking the long pull to the top of the rollercoaster and riding the insanely euphoric drop, only to have to make the long climb again, she was AT the top, cycling through a series of quick peaks and valleys that followed each other too rapidly to prepare for. She was cycling between the tight clench of the final approach and the explosive release, and not actually ever dropping through to a lower state!

Randall experienced this as a cyclical tightening of her pussy, with a pulsing clench and a quick release, followed by another build-up. This was certainly more than he'd ever expected, and different from the first pass... It was a serious milking, too, and it took its toll; Randall had thought that he could probably hold out forever while he was on the bottom, but this... This shredded his control! He managed something on the order of three eternal minutes before the urge became impossible to contain and he shifted to a merciless, shattering pounding that instinct told him would shatter her defenses and fill her womb... That lasted about five strokes, before his cock erupted and he crushed himself to her, trying to push his glans right through her cervix...

Darla Jean was left totally senseless; she'd been approaching an orgasm when the jackhammer set off what seemed to be a series of nuclear detonations that caused her to lose all touch with reality. The only thing that penetrated that wash of radiation was the feeling of something splashing against her insides, the beat of Randall's semen on the door to her womb...

Neither of them knew when it was that she wrapped long legs around him and locked her ankles -- it was just a fact that when sanity returned to Randall, she had a death grip on him with all four limbs. The sleeping bag was a wreck, and cold air was blasting in and would chill them both, but Darla Jean didn't seem to be all there, moaning "No..." when he gently murmured something about fixing the bag. Randall wasn't running his full mental process, either, but he mused that the last time the bag had been close to arranged properly, he'd been on the bottom, so he again rolled the whole system over, which worked well with Darla Jean clutching him. This closed the worst of the leaks and gave Randall the use of his hands; he managed to get the bag zipped and Darla Jean's bag back atop them -- even finding the blanket and fashioning it into a kind of pillow before collapsing into exhaustion...

Saturday dawned grey and wet; spring seemed to be aggressive about the delivery of rain showers. The Astronomy Club was the first group to greet it, as their lair wasn't particularly comfortable. Randall awoke to a rough shake. "Wake up, sleepyheads!" Jimmy laughed, "Time to go down the hill to breakfast!"

Randall forced his eyes open; he hurt all over, and he couldn't figure out why the blankets were so heavy until he realized that one of them was a boneless mass of VERY warm flesh... "Darla Jean? Wake up..." Did he call her 'Honey' or something, or was that presumptuous? He gingerly began rubbing her back...

Darla Jean had been using his chest as a pillow, lulled by his heartbeat into a deep sleep. Now she surfaced slowly to the feel of hands rubbing her back, which was nice, but... She started. It never had happened in real life! She became aware of a host of aches and pains, some in the weirdest places... Opening one eye, she raised her head to collect a close-up of Randall. "Oh, shit!"

Randall's eyebrows went up -- that wasn't exactly, 'Good morning, Lover... ' "What?"

"I probably look like a hag." She pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Where are my glasses?"

"Here." A grinning Amy proffered them. Darla Jean took them and put them on, then glared at Amy, who was grinning from ear to ear, fully dressed, and showing no signs of withdrawing. Jimmy was there, too... "Hey, I need to dress!"

"I don't think it's possible in the bag, frankly..." Jimmy examined his manicure. "We got out and dressed."

"While WE were asleep! Get outta here, you two!" Darla Jean ranted, the trap having been made clear.

"Uh uh," was Jimmy's answer; Amy just grinned.

Randall glared at the pair as best he could from his position, then grunted, "Let me see what I can do..." He started unzipping the bag.

Darla Jean grabbed his hand. "What are you doing?" There wasn't a whole lot of trust in her expression.

"I'm gonna unzip. You can take your bag and use it as a shield while you dress..."

"Hmph. If I can get my bra up here, will you help me get into it?"

Randall couldn't help it; the question triggered an urge to glance down at her small breasts, which were pendant; Amy and Jimmy had already seen her pink nipples when she first arose, but Randall's head blocked them now as HE took HIS look. "Uh, okay..." Damn, they were nice -- puffy caps to her breasts, even if they weren't particularly pointy, at the moment... Hey, they were changing...

"Randall!"

"Uh, sorry." Not that he was, particularly. Darla Jean slid deeper into the bag and began floundering around, collecting undergarments with her feet. His undershorts appeared first, followed by one of her socks. "Hey, are you double-jointed? Some of the moves you..."

"Randall!" There was more rustling, and she rasped quietly, "Does that thing EVER go down?"

A couple of snickers announced the fact that she hadn't been quiet enough. Randall's response made things worse, "Well, it must have gone down sometime. It was buried..."

"Randall!" Pure outrage as the other couple cackled. "Get OUT of here!" The flat glare that accompanied this brooked no argument, and the hecklers withdrew. Darla Jean, digging around lower in the bag, hunched herself to try to get an eye on the underclothing collection -- and Randall's erection. It might be nice to know what a cock that seemed to fit so well actually LOOKED like... Even more or less end-on, it was fairly impressive. "Is it... all the way?"

"Um. Mostly, I think. Might get a little harder, during..."

"Nice." Darla Jean went back to thrashing her feet, looking for underclothing, but she wrapped a hand around his rigid length, eliciting a moan. "If those two jackals weren't around..." She let go, and Randall groaned again. Damn! Was she as insatiable as he was?

The bra came up from the depths. "Can you help me get into this?" It was a front closure type; Randall didn't really see what was so hard, but, hey... Darla Jean raised her arms and he threaded it over them and pulled it down. When it got to the point where it could be clasped, though, Darla Jean left off for a moment. "Go ahead." Randall took a nice, long feel of her pendant breasts, something that gave them both pleasure, then closed the snap, fumbling with the odd catch. "When I find my panties, I can probably move out..."

"Darla Jean..."

She knew what he wanted, without further words, and his hand exploring her twat would feel SOOO good, but... "If I let you, we'd probably both end up too excited." She nodded at Jimmy and Amy, "Those two ALREADY know 'way too much..." Something kept her from making verbal promises. "Ah." A pair of tiny, bright red panties surfaced, got re- oriented, and disappeared back into the depths. Randall unzipped the bag so she had room to double up. "Thanks." She kissed his cheek, got both legs organized, and sat up, opening the bag but carefully fig-leafing Randall from the others (but not herself) while she collected the rest of the underclothes. In a moment, she had her socks on and was up, wedging herself into her jeans. Randall watched the briefly exposed flesh disappear with a sigh. Oh, well, it was pretty cold in the cave... He turned to his own apparel, getting himself into his undershorts and socks.

Darla Jean collected her sleeping bag and began rolling it while Randall finished up, then started re-folding his blanket. Randall began rolling his bag, wondering just exactly what stains he was rolling up in it, but afraid to make a point of looking. He could always air it at home, or send it out to the cleaners...

Amy and Jimmy had been packing the other camping gear, and had the place ready to move by the time the other couple was organized. "You guys handle the scope and your bags," Jimmy directed. "I've got the laptop and some of this, and Amy will handle the stove and the lantern. We'll leave the tarp up. It's real wet; we'll drop the gear in the pool house and go up to my house for breakfast." In a few seconds, everyone was arrayed, and the little column moved out into the pouring rain.

The trip to the pool house was wet and miserable, but otherwise went without incident. Everyone looked like a drowned rat, since only Jimmy had brought a hat of any kind. Throwing open the door, they surprised a two- headed animal in Danny's bunk that turned out to be Danny and Thelma. "Hey, you two, time for breakfast!" Jimmy chided.

"Awright, git out, we're right behind ya," Danny groaned.

Thelma, on top, reached down under the covers between them and added, "Maybe..." with a wide grin.

"Nope, sorry," Jimmy replied. "We just ruined their sex lives -- can't play favorites! Get up!" He turned and started directing stowage of the equipment, leaving Thelma sighing resignation and Danny grumbling. Somehow, they managed to get out of bed without totally exposing themselves, Thelma pattering off to the bathroom in a robe while Danny dressed at the bed. Jimmy called ahead, and they made the trek up to the house to where Jimmy's mother Melanie was preparing breakfast.

Nate Adams awakened on top of the world, in a bed a whole lot more supportive and soft than the one at home, cuddled up with his cock wedged between the cheeks of Nora's plush ass. If there was anything better than waking up with an arm around his woman, he didn't know what it could be!

Nora had wanted more when they got upstairs, and Nate, the edge recently taken off by her fine blowjob, had the kind of control he needed to do a good job on her. They'd gone FOREVER -- well, at least twenty minutes -- Nate pounding away metronomically at her with her knees over his shoulders, bringing her to cum after cum. It wasn't until he was already pouring spunk into her that either of them remembered rubbers; Nate hoped fervently that the Pill was working...

But, hey, if she was gonna have kids, it was just one more hold he'd have on her. Jeezus, he hoped she wouldn't wake up some bright morning wondering what the fuck she was doing with the likes of HIM...