She held her mouthover my cockhead, capturing my semen.I slid back down, and sat next to the two women, my fingers acting asmy eyes. The upper woman ...leaned forward to taste the lower woman’scunt. I slid my fingers down the cheeks of her ass, to find thepucker of her asshole. The lower woman’s tongue found my finger, andI heard her snort in amusement.I pressed my finger lower, slipping it into the upper woman’s pussy,receiving a gentle moan from her in response. I worked. Why? We think it was because we now knew we were fertile. The pregnancy risk was not just theoretical, but was very real. Real risk means real excitement. We really went at it.It eventually became problematic, like a gambling addiction. The risk was so exciting that it was interfering with our daily obligations. Any function, get-together, or party during her ovulation week especially, we would not attend because we were too busy fucking. Sometimes we even missed work because we were so worn. Now, most of them are married, and we don’t spend much time together anymore, so we really look forward to this trip. Me probably more than the others.While my friends have been busy getting married, i have focused my efforts on my career and it has paid off. I am a 29 year old guy with a six figure income and with a nice muscular body, good hair and a killer smile, i am very confident and an unstoppable flirt.We all arrived at the campground on friday night. I was the same old gang, except we. I knew her friends and liked them as well, so I agreed. So I picked up some booze on the way and reached her place. The party had already started, and it was a good scene. There was a guy who got excited seeing me as the last time we met we partied like crazy animals. He rushed towards me and poured me a shot of bourbon and asked me to gulp it down. I also got excited and drank it. I knew almost everyone there except one girl. She was just in her zone and was just dancing alone. I thought that.