Making Babies

"I'm...I'm gonna cum in you," Bradley said, slowly. "I went bareback this time, and there's fuck all you can do about it!" Daisy's eyes went wide, and her legs spread apart a little farther. "Ohhh no..." she cried, "But I'm so fertile. If you cum in me now, I'll get knocked up for sure!" She shook her head, allowing her sopping wet hair to fall down below her. "Please...anywhere but there! Even my..." she dropped her voice to a whisper. "Even my bum!"

Now there was a tempting offer, but he supposed it wasn't truly on the table. She didn't say anything about an anal fetish, after all. "No way out, Daisy," he said, holding his dick steady while he entered her. "It's too late."

Daisy let out a deep moan, thrashing feebly about while he started thrusting. "But I don't want to be pregnant!" She insisted, playfully. "I don't want all your stuff inside me! Please!"

Bradley didn't respond, trying instead to ignore the uncomfortable twinge he was feeling in his dick—courtesy of the refractory period he was so flagrantly ignoring. "Get used to the idea," Cindy kissed Daisy lightly on her forehead, then whispered to her, "He's going to explode all up inside you soon, all that cum, shooting up your snatch, all those swimmers trying to beat each other to get to just one of your eggs."

That sent Daisy reeling. Her wriggling intensified, her tits jiggling and threatening to fall down over her chin as she hung there, undulating and making the most indecent noises. "Make him stop," Daisy cooed, her face reddening as the blood rushed to it. "Oh, god!" She exhaled sharply. "He's really gonna do it, isn't he? He's gonna get me pregnant, but I don't want to...not yet!" She put her wet, wet thighs together as if trying to cover her pussy, "I'm not ready to be a mummy!"

Cindy giggled fiendishly. "Then you'd better get ready, babe, because they're on their way."

Daisy pursed her lips, her moans now muffled by them. By the look on her face it was obvious she was excited; she was clearly trying to suppress a gleeful smile as she pictured Bradley's warm load gushing into her. She placed the bottoms of her feet on his chest, "Oooh, pull out, promise me you'll pull out!"

Bradley glanced at Cindy, who seemed to be loving every second of this, then looked into Daisy's eyes and said, firmly, "I don't know if I can...your pussy...it's too good," he made the tempo of his thrusts a bit faster for effect. "I don't..." he bit his lip roughly "I don't think I can help myself."

This sent Daisy reeling. She started hyperventilating, thighs slapping loudly as she drew them apart and clapped them together repeatedly. "Baby..." she said, deliriously. "I'm gonna have a baby! I just know it!" Daisy was becoming overwhelmed by the dizzying notion of it. "My tits...they'll get so big, and then—then my belly...ooooh..." she rubbed her hands over her flat stomach, clearly fantasising about it swelling out to accomodate a guest. Bradley and Cindy held her there as he dipped his cock in and out of Daisy's pussy, her cries growing more incoherent and **** the longer it went on. By the time Bradley felt that he was ready to cum, Daisy was squeaking away like a mouse, her face a passionate shade of red, her legs wrapped around his cock while he worked away inside her. "Ba...by?" She gurgled, sensing the telltale pulse in Bradley's dick. He hesitated, unsure if he should indulge her one last time. Then he thought of the sad look on her face, the initial **** when they'd entered the shower, and he sensed his heart strings being plucked at. Sighing, he nodded and smiled down at her. "Baby," he agreed, and with a few more thrusts—his foreskin making the journey across the head over and over again, bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each slide—he arrived. Bradley's cum came spurting down and out of his cock and Daisy shrieked, "OOOH, I CAN FEEL IT, I'M GONNA BE A MAMA!" drawing her legs so tightly together he thought she might break his thing clean off. The whispering of the shower filled the silence for several moments as they both recovered from the pitch-perfect finish they'd just shared. "You didn't pull out!" Daisy said, loudly. "Now I'll get knocked up for sure!" Though by how she was holding her legs in place—a river of cum held in place by those slick, thick thighs of hers—she didn't seem to mind so much. "You're good..." Daisy muttered, staring admiringly up at Bradley as his cock lowered itself to rest against his own thigh, terribly spent after the two consecutive ejaculations it had been subjected to. He felt a slight sting hovering around near the tip, and radiating down the shaft. Nothing to be concerned about, he reminded himself, he'd had worse side effects back in when he was first discovering masturbation, wanking himself silly six, seven and even eight times in a row; after those kinds of numbers, his prick had felt like he'd taken a line of nettles and threaded them up through his peehole. By comparison, this was nothing.

"I like how it feels. Your stuff...inside me," she squeezed her legs together a little tighter, forcing a trickle of semen to burst free from her thigh gap and start trickling down to her stomach. "Just thinking about getting knocked up by you..." she shivered, then beamed at him. "You'll be an amazing Daddy, one day."

"Oh, he already is," Cindy replied, winking at him. "Now come on, you...let's make sure things don't get a little too real." Cindu hefted the upside-down Daisy up in her arms, and Bradley took her by the legs. Daisy made a token effort of protesting as they brought her up directly beneath the shower head, but Bradley wasn't interested in letting his 'swimmers' get too comfy in there, lest Daisy's fantasy come true after all. Cindy went to get her to open her legs, which were still clamped shut over her pussy,"Open wide, baby mama," her fingers slipped in through Daisy's thigh gap, and she started tickling the girl's vulva gently. Daisy started laughing, shaking her head and allowing her legs to open. Cindy used her opening to prise them gently but firmly apart, splaying the labia open with her two fingers. Bradley examined the interior of her vagina closely, able to see the thick layer of glazing he'd provided resting lightly just within her vaginal opening. Cindy snapped a finger to get his attention, "Oi! Enough staring into the cave of wonders, our new friend here needs a clean out, remember?" Bradley nodded, embarrassed that she'd caught him staring, then confused as to why he felt embarrassed at all, given Cindy's role in facilitating his cumming inside the girl not five minutes ago. He had her waist, and held her bottom half up to the shower while Cindy oriented her top. Daisy's face was inches from the floor as the water mixed with the cum inside her, making it run up and back out the opening it had entered through. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips, and she regarded the pale, viscous substance sadly as it rushed down over her front and down her sides, gasping quietly when it collected momentarily in her armpits, before running along her arms and finally into the drain below.

When they felt they'd committed an effective amount of spermicide, the couple lowered Daisy to the floor, where she lay on her back looking up at the ceiling, breathing slow and heavy. Cindy gave her one final once-over, then she zeroed in on Bradley's cock, practically licking her lips. "My turn," she said. Bradley put his hands up, "Wait! Hang on a minute...can we compromise?"

Cindy blinked. "Compromise? Why? Can't I just have your dick? Like, in my mouth?"

"I really think—"

"Bradders," Cindy interrupted. "This isn't fair. I called dibs on you ten minutes ago!"

"Cind, I get it, but..." Bradley wasn't quite sure of how to phrase it, he knew full well that his refractory situation really was important to consider. Cindy stamped her foot against the shower floor, and it made another large splash. The gesture was almost cute, coupled with her angry face and the complete nudity. "Fuck me in the arse, Bradley! You really let me down on this one!"

Bradley went to apologise, but something she'd said had set off a lightbulb in his head. He stook a step forward, and they both felt the situation shift, as if an invisible set of tables were turning. "What was that thing you said there? Before 'you let me down on this one'?"

Cindy looked puzzled, "'Fuck me in the arse, Bradley'? What, it's just an expression! I don't get—" Her eyes widened as the penny dropped. "Oh," she said, for the second time that evening. "Oh..." Cindy backed up into the glass, her buttocks squidging against it. "Bradders, you know that was just a figure of speech," she began, as Bradley took another step closer. "I didn't really mean...you know it's just an expression! We've already done it once today!" His hands were on her hips. "Bradders?" She breathed. "Bradley?"

Bradley reached out and booped her nose. "You said the words, and now your wish is my command," he muttered, pulling her away from the glass and having her turn on the spot until she was facing it, her arse right there in front of him. Cindy looked over her shoulder, watching him eye her cheeks with the look of a Lion observing a herd of antelope. "I-I guess I brought this on myself, didn't I?" She said, shyly, flashing him a nervous smile.

"Yup," he replied, cock-in-hand, teasing her crack with the tip of it. "Now open wide."