He wanted to cry. His agonized bliss was that intense. The actual pain in his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to the very tip of his prick, then plunged again, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as she tried to extract the life-giving semen from his screeching loins. He was almost there; he knew it! Almost, but not quite! He'd go mad! He rammed her and rammed her and rammed her again… then, he gasped, cried out, and felt the very apex of his climb as suddenly he began to topple down the mountain!
Dianne moaned as she clutched at his shoulders and thrust her crotch up high against his enraptureous cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and blurting unintelligible sounds, and he shot into her, spewing with jerking, violent force, convulsing streams of his white, thick and hot sperm far up into the hidden sanctity of her open and receptive womb. He wished to God it could never end… but it did… and when it was over he could do nothing but collapse on top of her… he was exhausted.
In a little while, Dianne gently rolled him off her, then kissed him. She rested on her elbow above his face, smiling down at him, her face a vision of warm loveliness.
'I-I hope you made me pregnant,' she said softly.
Phillip focused her into his view slowly. He stared at her. Finally, he pushed her away and sat up. He said: 'Don't be a fool!' He got to his feet. 'Don't be a Godamned fool!'
For a moment, she said nothing. Then: 'I'm no fool, Phillip. I may be a lot of things… but never a fool.'
'You are when you talk like that,' he snapped. He didn't look at her… Instead, he walked to the dresser and made himself a drink.
'I've great plans for you and me, Phillip,' she said to his back. 'Great, great plans. I don't intend that anything should happen to them.'
Phillip turned slowly to look at her. She still lay raised on one elbow, her legs spread teasingly, her luscious body as provocative to him as the first moment he'd sunk his prick into it this night. He stared at her, the determined half-smile taunting her mouth almost frightening him. Christ, he thought suddenly, did he really still love her? He wanted to say something decisive, but could think of nothing. He gulped at his drink… then watched her slowly lift and hold out her free hand.
'Bring me the drink, Darling. I'm the one who needs it… the future mother, remember?'
She was smiling entrancingly. He thought he was trying to fight its allurement, but then he found himself encircling the bed and handing her his glass.
Christ, he thought. I must love her!
'Thank you, Darling,' she whispered. 'Now come lie down with me and rest… The second part of our long thwarted love is next… and I want you rested and capable.'
He felt as if he'd been hypnotized. He didn't want to fight her; instead, he lay down beside her, his hand slowly moving over to cup one ripe, full breast.
'Are you happy,' she whispered, moving over to lean above his face, her lips inches from his own.
His brain spun. 'Yes,' he lied. 'Yes… I'm happy.'
CHAPTER SIX
Laurie lay in a semi-stupor, dully endeavoring to comprehend the source of the tiny sensations tingling through her body… prurient, erotic little titillating prickles that were filling her belly and loins with indistinct excitement. Vaguely, she associated the pleasureful experience with Phillip and whimpered kittenishly as she snuggled closer to his nakedness in the bed beside her. The strong warmth of his muscular body gave her a feeling of security, and she lay on her back, cradled in his arm while his other hand gently stroked her full, firm breasts arousingly, massaging and tweaking at her erect pink nipples and adding to the galvanic tempest mounting inside her.
Her mind wandered, a labyrinth of cobwebs confusing her thoughts. For some reason she couldn't seem to fully associate the immediate with Phillip, or her being wherever she was, or his lying beside her and making soft, tender love to her. She couldn't even remember undressing, or getting into bed with him… but she didn't care… and thinking was difficult when the man she loved was moving his hand provocatively over the smooth flatness of her belly… downward… downward to taunt the silken patch of sparse pubic hair covering her mound, then his finger lightly tracing, teasing the tight pink slit of her snug pussy lips down between her legs.
She moaned lightly, receptively spreading her warm, soft thighs wider to his pleasure inciting hand. She felt his finger trail down the length of her vaginal split, separating the soft curled strands of pubic hair as it went, moving all the way to the cleft dividing the round full orbs of her buttocks, even to dawdle momentarily and excitingly at the tiny puckered hole of her sensitive anus. She squirmed and purled to his touch, feeling the tantalizing return of the exploring finger to the moistening lips of her vagina… it slipped into her, massaging gently at the small elasticized channel mouth, then with new wetness moved upward through the velvety, sensorial flesh to the already erect bud of her clitoris.
He rolled her toward him and kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips and beyond the barrier of her small white teeth, while his long finger moved down to her vaginal mouth once more and she pressed her pelvis forward and raised her leg to make his insertion easier for him. She sucked at his tongue in swooning, mounting enchantment as his long finger slid up into the warm, moist passage of her tight cunt like a thin, hard penis, sending new shocks of vibrating bliss to spiral along her spine.
She mewled and whimpered into his mouth as he began to swirl it around inside her, gradually expanding the tender, satiny vaginal walls with an enrapturing gentleness she had never realized he possessed. She clung to him tightly, her eyes closed, and began to undulate her loins in tiny, thrusting circles, screwing her cunt further and further onto his thrill-giving finger.
At last, she was aware of the hardness of his thick cock pressing into the softness of her belly and she reached down between them to take it in her hand. She made a little gasping sound against his mouth as she tried to encircle it with her fingers. They would hardly go around its hot, fleshy rigidness; she had never remembered it being so enormous and hard… but even though its surprising massiveness had given her a twinge of momentary fright, it was a piquant anxiety that caused little ripples of near masochistic anticipation to surge through her.
Mark Coleman grunted from deep in his chest as the soft fingers of her small hand encircled his throbbing prick. Christ, he hadn't imagined in his wildest dreams that Dianne's concoction would be so effective. The luscious little bitch was hotter than a pretending hundred-dollar whore. Of course, under the influence of the sleeping drug, he was certain she thought he was her husband… but he intended to change that shortly, too, once he felt sure she was so far gone that she couldn't help herself.
He had to gasp again as she began to massage and stroke his prick, sliding the thick outer layer of skin up and down the rigid column of flesh, and in kind he thrust his finger deeper up into her cunt, swirling and manipulating it against the hot, clutching, viscid coated walls of her now steaming pussy. Damn, she was ready, if she was ever going to be. He felt her lush, hardnippled breasts heaving against his chest as she panted into his mouth, while her rounded hips and buttocks writhed against the working of his impaling finger deep inside the raw, hot wetness of her tight palpating little vagina.
Suddenly, he eased her over onto her back and moved his face down her helpless naked body, gently pulling his prick from her reluctant grasp. In passing, he kissed and sucked at her nipples and with drugged, tightly closed eyes she moaned passionately. He slithered on down her body, feeling her smooth soft flesh twitch and tremble beneath him, marveling within his lust-incited brain at the unbelievable texture of her satin-like skin and the delightful curvaceousness of her voluptuous young body. He'd never had anything like it before. He thought of the stupid Phillip who had possessed her and found himself wondering if, and how many, others had ever fucked her… he ran his lips over the flat little belly and down between her thighs, which she opened further to him with a soft, audible sigh.
He gazed at the soft delicious hairlined split in her loins, glistening now with tiny pearl-like droplets that he had incited; he lowered his mouth to the warm throbbing lips and licked them with trembling tongue, entering her, his moisture mingling with her own as she moaned and reached down to pull his head tighter between her open legs.
He licked and sucked, finally moving up to her erect clitoris. She began to moan a little louder and never quite stopped again. He fastened onto the excited, palpitating bud and she began to slowly grind her hips down
