Excited and willing.

"Oh God!" Nancy moans as you punctuate your suggestion by ramping up the speed of your thrusts. You bury your face into her neck once more as you clamp down on her tender flesh. Maid or bride, the famous, sexy, adorable little Nancy Drew is undeniably yours now, and you can't help but want to place a nice territorial hicky on her as she writhes on your cock. "I want it! I want it!" she cries out, clinging every tighter to your strong body, her breathing sounding like high pitched squeaks. "I want you Sir, I want this, I want your baby Mr. Doe, I want to be your wife, I want to be your maid!"

Her admission, her desire, supercharges you. With a growl you clamp your lips down over hers, thrusting your tongue into her mouth in a hot, messy kiss as you slam into her tiny body harder and deeper. Nancy can only squeak and moan in return, her efforts to match your thrusts wobbly and meek as her small frame is completely overwhelmed by the might and passion of your body. At last you begin to feel the warning signs that your climax is imminent, and so you slam one more crushing kiss down on Nancy's pretty little face. "I'm cumming!" you tell her as you pull back, driving your dick as deep into her body as you can manage as you feel your balls begin to surge. "I'm knocking you up Nancy Drew!"

This is all it takes to knock the teenage sleuth over the edge and she gives you her second climax of your relationship, her vaginal walls spasming around your wild cock as you spray your seed deep into her womb.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she moans, clinging tightly and timidly to you as she cums, as if she was intimidated by the pleasure she felt and the future she'd set herself on, and only you could provide any solace. "Oh ... Oh, Mr. Doe ..." she sighs as she begins to come down from the sexual high, her grip on your body loosening as the adrenaline fades away. "Oh, Sir, you really did it." She smiles with an innocent kind of devotion, one hand slipping from your shoulder to reach down between you both, gently touching at the point where you penetrate her soft body. "Oh, thank you," she sighs, gently kissing your face and lips as your bodies rapidly start to cool. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Doe."

Returning her kisses you carefully carry the subdued girl over to the table before gently laying her down next to Bess. As you pull free of Nancy's tight body, Bess slips off her sandals and reaches out to stroke your softening dick with her foot, all the while her hands reach out to begin caressing Nancy's body.

"Isn't it great, Nance?" She smiles, one hand lacing fingers with Nancy's just above her abdomen, just above where your sperm is now hunting Nancy's fertile egg.

"Mmm hmm." Nancy smiles back, her legs coiling in nervous joy as she gently places one hand above Bess' bared breasts.

Propping a chair back up you sit down and get your energy back, all the while enjoying how Bess's foot softly plays with your dick as you watch the girls caress one another. Damn...however good a story you get out of this, there is probably no way you can get away with printing your favourite part.

"I admit I'm a little surprised at you, Nancy," you say, reaching out and stroking her calve. "I bet most people would be if they knew you'd entered into a race to get pregnant, and didn't care if you won or not."

"Will...will this go in your article?" she asks, looking up at you with fearful eyes.

"I'll put whatever I want into the article," you tell her, squeezing her calve as you do so. Of course, what you're editor will let through to print is a different matter, but this isn't about the article. This is about the fact you understand exactly how this dynamic between you, Nancy, and Bess is meant to work. However hot and willing these girls are, they're also seeking a firm, guiding hand in you. This phase is all about cementing your dominance and authority. Sure enough, both girls shiver under your stern tone when you reply, sneaking excited glances at one another as they do.

"I think you're exactly the man we've been waiting for Mr. Doe," Bess says to you, and gods you love how even now these girls are still calling you 'Sir' and 'Mr. Doe; the respect and deference just make this all the hotter. "Nancy is very smart, but she's really very needy." She pulls her small friend closer, practically burying her in her ample bosom as she does. "We both are..." she kisses Nancy's head as the smaller girl sighs contentedly in an embrace that is starting to push the blood back to your dick.

"I think it's because I grew up without my Mom." Nancy's face is flushed, and it sounds less like she's confessing and more like she's just vocally justifying her deep submissiveness. "I grew up under male authority and seeking maternal love." Her fingers, still laced with Bess', press against her warm abdomen, her smile growing as she does. "I don't care what my title is, so long as you keep me and love me." She looks over at you, eyes brimming and smile wide as she gazes with adoration and devotion.

"I'm just an amorous romantic," Bess grins, petting Nancy's hair as she speaks. "Though...I guess I got similar tastes." Her grin softens into a meeker smile as she looks at you, at the man who is going to make her pregnant and keep her for life. "And I can't say I ever want to be parted from Nancy."

It only takes the smallest of nods of permission from you for Bess to bring her kiss much lower than the top of Nancy's head this time. Gently tilting the smaller girl's chin up she catches the young sleuth right on the lips. From the way Nancy's eyes widen, you can put a fair guess this is the first time that Bess has EVER done something so forward with her, but given the way she gives you a shy look before giving into the kiss, its clear she has no objections. Not surprising', given each girl just watched the other fuck you and the pact they've entered into. As you watch the girls gently make out, you sigh. However enjoyable all this is, this ISN'T your pool house, and you do still have a missing teenager to find. Maybe it's time to get back to the case?