I was enjoying myself, my cock wedged between her plush bum cheeks while I squeezed and manhandled her delightfully firm tits, Lena making little mewing sounds as I did something she especially liked, until finally she’d had enough.
“Now Dar, do it now…” she moaned, taking hold of me. I needed no further prompting, pushing forward as she aimed me, and we both groaned as I slid into her up to the hilt, my senses reeling at the feeling of my cock buried in her hot, lush succulence. I pulled back and slid in again, listening to her muttering and gasping as we fucked.
“Yess, like that, oh God, like that, yess, yesss!” she muttered constantly, her round buttocks bouncing against me as I rammed into her as hard as I could, holding and squeezing her breasts as I pummeled her. I could feel her hand as she rubbed herself while I pumped her. For some reason the thought of her and what she was doing made me even hotter, but when she started talking to me was when I lost it.
“Oh yes, Dar, that’s it, fill me up, put your baby in me, you know you want to, fill me up, lover, shove that big-brother cock into me, make your sister pregnant, you know you want to..!”
I lost all control over what I was doing. All I wanted to do was to fill her with myself, to pump my seed into her and fill her with my baby. I think she sensed what she was doing to me, and that’s what tipped her over the edge; I felt her body stiffen, and her pussy clamp down tight around me as she gave a loud, gasping groan. As her pussy tightened around me, holding me in place, I lost all restraint, my own orgasm blazing through me, blurring my vision and dulling my hearing with the intensity of it.
I groaned out loud as jet after jet of semen pulsed out of me, spraying deep into her, filling her to the brim with my seed. Lena pressed back against me as her pussy convulsed, each contraction milking more sperm from me, until I had no more to give.
I pulled her back to lean against me, my hands still clamped on her breasts, our hearts hammering together from the force of our release. At some point I let go of her so I could lie down; I was absolutely bushed, and an almost overwhelming need to sleep was on me. Lena also lay down, but with her feet up on the headboard. I grinned at her, and asked her what she was doing. She grinned cheekily back at me.
“I don’t want any of you leaking out of me, babe, so this is the best way to keep it all inside me; I really want this baby!”
I had to smile, even in my exhausted state, closed my eyes, and that was all she wrote.
I came half-awake with the sound of my phone ringing and Lena answering it; I heard some muffled conversation, then she was nudging me.
“Dar, Dar, wake up, Dar, it’s Georgie Patterson, she wants to talk to you. Dar!”
Still fuddled by sleep, I couldn’t work out who the hell Georgie Patterson was, or why she was calling me, then it suddenly fell into place, jolting me into full wakefulness; I’d asked her to do some digging for me in the Patient’s Records library, maybe she’d found something…
“Georgie, hi, what are you doing calling at such an ungodly hour?” I grinned, expecting a verbal raspberry back.
“Darryl, good morning!” she sang in my ear. “Was that the delicious Lena answering the phone? She must be sick of you by now; when’s she going to realise the truth and come see me for some real loving?”
Georgie is a beautiful girl, tall and willowy, with huge, melting, Bambi eyes, long, golden-brown hair, and bee-stung lips, the cause of many an unrelieved erection in the lecture halls, and a completely committed, very definite lesbian, not so much predatory as eternally hopeful ever since she’d first clapped eyes on Lena.
I just grinned; we’d played this game for years, and she knew the rules.
“Down, girl, behave yourself, no touchy-touchy, remember? Behave!”
I could hear her pout over the phone.
“You know what, Dar? One day you’ll take your shifty little eyes off that gorgeous little poppet, and poofff! She’ll be mine, go on, admit it, you know it’s true; be afraid, Dar, be very afraid!”
I had to give her 8 out of 10 for persistence and optimism, but we both knew it would never happen; Lena was mine, and I was hers, and we both knew it.
“Okay Georgie, fun’s over, why don’t you pull your knickers back up and tell me why you called?”
Georgie laughed, that lovely tinkle that had once had half the student body (and most of the lecturers) drooling over her, alas to no avail.
“I had a word with mum about your request, so she went and did a little out-of-hours snooping; I’m sorry, Dar, she couldn’t turn up anything, but not to worry, she’ll keep on digging; a lot of the records libraries across the Trust are still being consolidated and transferred to disk, so her records may yet turn up. Sorry I couldn’t do anything further, Dar, really, I know this means a lot to you.”
We bantered a little more, then Georgie had to go, and I started to climb out of bed, anxious to grab a shower and then call Emma to let her know we’d fallen at the first fence, but we weren’t done yet, when I felt Lena’s hand on my shoulder.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mister?” she asked in a stern voice.
“I’m getting a shower, then I’m…” I trailed off as she slowly shook her head.
“The kids are fast asleep, it’s a beautiful morning, and I’m full of the joys of spring; all I need now to make it a perfect morning is for you to fill me up with other things. Are you ready, Dar? First things first, baby!”
How could I resist her when she put it like that? I did have all day, after all, and she was definitely right about one thing; first things first…
*
Over the course of the summer false hope after false hope surfaced, only to be dashed; each girl we found was too young, too old, wrong ethnicity, had no siblings, or too many siblings, wrong hair/eye colour, a long trail of dead-ends and missing links. Emma took it all well; poor girl, she was just happy that someone was helping her at last.
She felt she had a lot to atone for, no matter what Lizzie, Lena, her own kids, or I told her; she’d got it into her head she’d abandoned Mark and Julie when they’d needed her, and our ‘one-step forward, two steps back’ lack of progress was slowly wearing her down. We’d even recruited Aunt Doreen, and at the weekends she and Allie, almost 17 now, the spitting image of Lena, and a real head-turner, would scour the internet looking for clues, all to no avail.