“Come on, Freddy, fuck my pregnant pussy and fill me with your cum.” “I will, Mary,” Freddy promised, “I’ll fill your pussy with so much c...um it’ll knock you up even with the baby in your belly.” “Dream on, Freddy,” Mary chuckled, “just keep fucking my cunt.” For almost 15 minutes the only sound in Mary’s bedroom was the sound of flesh slapping into flesh and moans of pleasure as the four lovers fucked crazy. Finally Freddy cried out, “I”m cumming, Mary. Here’s your pussy full of sperm.” “Oh. She turned around, her breasts floating in front of me, her tortured nipples standing at attention on her areolas."Then use something!"She lay on her back, her hands violently masturbating her pussy, her thighs closing over them rhythmically, with a whimper of raw need each time.I thought for a second. I remembered a recent gift, one of those small multipurpose tools, the ones that fold on themselves and have screwdrivers, scissors and, what was germane at this time, a small set of pliers. It. All tiredness had flown from me and I was attentive to every tiny detail. She pulled one of the wooden chairs near and sat down in front of me. Very much in front, actually. Her open breast almost touched my crotch. Looking up from there, her hand slid down the rim of my slip. My penis jumped out of its prison, bobbing with the move and releasing a splash of pre-juice that landed on her face. She took it with a one-sided smile. Then she gripped him with a force that surprised me and made me. It was weird the way it slowly worked in that direction subconsciously, and then exploded to the surface.Still, we were proper kids raised by conservative parents. We didn’t start having sex or anything. We kissed and let each other know how much we loved each other. At first we made out a little, always clothed, but we quickly realized that was a dangerous thing to do, both in terms of getting caught and going out of control.We did take some risk, we got into a secret routine that nobody knew.